Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. I only own my character Mary-Elisabeth "Emmy" Winchester.
Emmy: 3 y/o
Sam: 15 y/o
Dean: 19 y/o
It was that annoying, extremely catchy theme song of Sesame Street that woke Dean up. He could hear a soft voice humming while little hands put butterfly band aids all over his battered body. He was never going to take down a wraith on his own again. He really didn't know who he was trying to prove but he knew he was only fooling himself. He did it all for his Dad, demanding the old man to take him serious. And even though Dean's head felt like it was going to explode, his ribs ached and his back was killing him, it was all worth it. His dad was proud of him, and what more can you wish for than your father's appraisal and proudness. Now Dean only had to deal with Sam's bitching.
Dean caught the scent of apples, his baby sister's shampoo, as she put another band aid on his face. He could feel her soft breath fanning against his cheek as she hummed close to his ear, loose strands of her hair tickling his forehead.
Once she leaned away he could hear her huff in frustration as she struggled with something.
"SAMMY!"
"Jesus Christ," Dean cussed, holding his head. If her prodding hadn't woken him up then her good sets of longs definitely did.
The little girl giggled. "Emmy no Jesus, Emmy is Emmy!"
Dean cracked his eyes open, a yawn escaping between his lips. "I know that, you silly goose." He tweaked her nose. "What do you need Sam for?" His voice still thick with sleep.
Emmy held up her little med kit. "Box no wanna open," she pouted.
Dean took it from her, effortlessly opening the red kit, displaying the toys, equipment that a supposed nurse or doctor would use. "There you go, cutie pie."
The door to the small bedroom of the apartment they were renting opened with a screech.
Sam sighed. "Emmy, didn't I tell you to let Dean sleep."
"But he sick and Emmy hafta take care of him. Imma docor."
"You're a doctor?" Sam repeated.
"Hmm," Emmy nodded. "And you my asister."
"Okay, I'll be your assistent," he agreed as he moved to the side of the bed. "How you feeling?"
"Peachy," Dean shrugged. But he soon betrayed himself when Emmy put her stethoscope to his stomach and he flinched.
Sam snorted in disbelief. "I can see that."
"Youw tummy make weird noise," Emmy laughed. "Now I listen to youw heart." She put the stethoscope on her brother's ribs on the lower right side.
"That's not where my heart is, Emmy," Dean chuckled, guiding her hand to the right spot, on the left side of his heart.
"Told you you shouldn't go off on your own," Sam commented casually.
Dean rolled his eyes, he saw this coming from miles. "Sam stop it, okay. I dealt with it, torched the sucker and saved a bunch of people."
"You forgot the part where you almost killed yourself."
"Newsflash, Sammy. That's usual what happens when you hunt mons-" Dean managed to quickly bite his tongue before the word came out. He looked down at his baby sister who was too busy listening to every spot on his body she could reach. Apparently his body made funny sounds and she thought it was the most fascinating thing ever. Looking at her, there was always one thing that radiated off her in abundance. Innocence. And that's exactly what his family was trying to preserve.
"What if things went south?" Sam snapped him back to the conversation. "Dad's all the way in Montana, Bobby is in South Dakota and I'm here alone with Emmy. Who did you think would come for help?"
"No one, cause I don't need help, Sam. Isn't that what I just proved?"
"No. That's what you proved to Dad," Sam snapped. "The only thing you showed me is that you're reckless and that you don't think about the consequences of your brash behavior."
Dean regarded him for a couple of seconds. He understood his brother, he really did. Had it been Sam who decided to take this wraith all on his own, he'd probably drag his ass back home. But Dean was the oldest. He took care of his younger siblings and not the other way around. They weren't allowed to tell him what to do or not do. And honestly, it did kinda feel good knowing that there was still someone who cared about him. Dean appreciated that but off course that's not what he was going to say.
Instead he said, "Are you done bitching?"
Sam sighed with a slight shake of his head, his hair flying around. He stood up and threw some pills on the nightstand. "Here. Take it, don't take it. Whatever."
Dean reached for the aspirins to ease his headache. He was about to swallow them dry when someone stopped him.
"NO!"
Dean pinched his eyes, he was sure that his eardrums were damaged by now.
"Emmy is docor," she insisted, taking the pill.
"Emmy when you're done, let Dean get some rest okay?" Sam told her.
"Owkidowki!" She turned her attention back on Dean when Sam closed the door behind him. "Open youw mouth." She carefully put the pill on his tongue, shrieking when he pretended biting her fingers as he nibbled on them. "De, stop!" When he gave in, she took the bottle of water. Dean reached for it but Emmy quickly slapped his hands away giving him a stern look. It took everything in Dean not to laugh from the adorableness. Once he swallowed down the pill, she patted his head like some good dog.
"Now Emmy hafta kiss alllllll youw booboos better."
Dean smiled inwardly when she proceeded to peck every band aid she put on him. And there were a lot of them.
"I think you forgot a spot." Dean pointed at his cheek.
Emmy scrunched up her freckled button nose in confusion. "Emmy no see booboo."
"Take a closer look."
She lowered her head to his face. "Whewe?"
"Can't you see it? It's right there."
"I no see it," she shook her head, her pigtails bouncing around her face.
"Get closer."
Dean waited until her face was close enough before he cupped her chubby cheeks peppering her round face with kisses.
Emmy squealed in delight, wiggling in his hold. Dean winced when she accidently hit a particular spot on his ribs but he sucked it in.
"Thanks for taking care of me, doctor Emmy."
His baby sister grinned, showing off those cute dimples. "Youw welcome."
"Emmy, food is ready!" Sam shouted from the other room.
"Go get some yummy for this little tummy." Dean briefly tickled her stomach.
"Fiwst, I wap you up like a buwito!" she said as she crawled all over him trying to make sure he was entirely covered.
"What did I do to deserve such a sweet little sister, huh." Dean reached forward to give her another kiss before helping her getting off the bed.
"Night night, no let bugs bite!"
Dean grinned. "They wouldn't dare."
SPN
"Hands up," Sam ordered once Emmy sat on a chair at the kitchen table. He slid one of his old t-shirts over her body. His baby sister was probably the messiest kid he had ever seen. A bib was totally useless, they've learned the hard way. She was a pro at getting stains on the most unexplainable spots. A t-shirt was the only thing that covered enough.
Sam proceeded to gather her hair in a bun to clear her face because even the loose strands were not safe. Emmy looked up at him adorably and he couldn't help but kiss her button nose.
"You want the Arielle or Mulan plate?"
"AWIELLE!" She excitedly clapped her hands.
"Emmy what did I tell you about lowering your voice. You don't need to shout we can perfectly hear you."
"Oops, Emmy forgetted."
Sam looked at her little pout of pure genuine regret. That was his sister for you, she was still too young to make a difference between the true meaning of his words and intonation. She always assumed the worst.
"It's okay munchkin. I'm not mad," he reassured her. "Everyone forgets sometimes. It can happen."
Like their father who had promised to show up on his football game yesterday. But the man was probably too busy killing monsters, saving people while forgetting his own son ... again.
Sam filled their plates with some SpaghettiOs, making sure to leave some for Dean when he wakes up. He then filled Emmy's Sippy cup with water before he put it all on the table.
"Mhmmm, shpaghio's!"
Sam chuckled. "Don't make a mess!" Oh who was he kidding, it was inevitable.
"Sammy?"
"Yeah."
"I wan boobies."
Sam stopped mid-chew, looking at her like a deer caught in the headlights. "You want what?"
"Boobies."
"Boobies?"
"Booooooooobies." She stretched the word as if that would suddenly make him understand.
"Boobies..." Sam repeated slowly.
"Sammy, I think youw eaw is bwoke." Emmy huffed, giving her brother an eye roll. One that would have made him laugh or grab her and smother her with kisses because it was that cute. But he was still too busy processing the word in his head. She then gasped dramatically as if suddenly remembering something. "Emmy is docor! I fix youw eaw!"
Sam snapped out of it and stopped her before she could move. "No, no just stay on your seat and eat. My ears are perfectly fine. Emmy do you even know what boobies are?"
She nodded. "Lizzy have a lot boobies. She take it to school."
Well that didn't make sense. Lizzy was as old as Emmy. Sam was sure that this was one of her deformed words again and he had to guess what she meant by it. What even resembled the word boobies? Groupies? Movies? Cooties?
"Emmy, what do they look like?"
"They wittle, black or wed or blue or purple and they yummy."
So its definitely something to eat, that much he figured. "Is it a fruit?"
"Miss Levi say boobies is good for youw body. They healfy."
"They're healthy?"
"Mhhm," Emmy nodded absently as she took another bite of her meal. Sam noticed her lifting up her left hand but he gently grabbed it to stop her. She had to learn to eat with her fork without the use of her other hand. "And she also say stawboobies have fweckles like me," she giggled like it was the funniest thing ever.
And that's when it dawned on Sam.
"Berries. You're talking about berries?"
"Boobies. Is what Emmy say." She looked at him with an expression that clearly said duh, are you deaf or something?
Sam sighed, leaning back against his chair. Well that was a shock he had to recover from. You don't ever want to hear your sister telling you she wants boobies.
"Emmy, say berries."
"Boobies."
"No not boobies. Berries."
"Boobies."
Sam couldn't help but laugh.
Emmy crossed her arms over her small chest, her lips pouted. "No make fun of me."
"Aww, I'm not making fun of you, honey. You're just too adorable, sometimes I just wanna eat you up." He pinched her cheeks.
Emmys eyes widened. "NO! No eat me!" And that's exactly what Sam meant with her inability of making a difference between what he means figuratively and literally. "Emmy no wanna be eated!" She cried, fat tears rolling down her chubby rosy cheeks.
"Emmy, honey, I didn't mean it like that," Sam soothed, already picking her up and placing her in his lap. He wiped away a trail of sauce on her trembling chin. "I was just making a joke, I'm not really gonna eat you. Besides you probably don't even taste good."
Sam quickly realized another mistake, because his words only made her cry harder. He didn't know if he should laugh because her thinking he would actually eat her is hilarious, or that he should comfort her because obviously the thought scared her to death.
Sam hugged her close, stroking her hair. "Shh, Emmy, you're gonna wake up Dean," he murmured against her soft hair while rocking her back and forth. "I promise I'm not gonna eat you. People don't eat people." He was about to say they only eat certain animals but that would probably only upset her more because everyone knew how much she loved animals. "Look if you promise to stop crying, I'll get you some strawberries."
That seemed to have done the trick because she instantly ceased her crying. It amazed Sam how easily she could turn off the waterworks. Emmy looked up at him with her big blue teary eyes. "Pwomise?" She sniffed.
"I promise." Sam wiped her face clean with her shirt before kissing her forehead.
SPN
It was five in the afternoon when Dean woke up to a silent and empty apartment. He groaned, stretching himself out as best as he could without pulling any muscles. He then made his way over to the kitchenette barefooted, kicking some toys away with his foot. There was a note on the fridge from Sam stating that he went to the grocery store with Emmy. That was an hour ago so they should be heading back by now. In the meantime, Dean made some strong coffee to shake the sleep off and used it to swallow down some painkillers.
He could hear the familiar footsteps and giggling from the hallway and smiled to himself. It was only a matter of seconds before a hyperactive little bundle would barge into the apartment. And as he predicted –
"WE BAAAAAAAACK!"
Dean cringed, his head throbbing from the loudness of her voice.
Sam closed the door behind him and gave her a look of disapproval. "Emmy, what did I just say?"
"Be silent," she whispered. "Sowy."
"You're unbelievable." Sam stroked her hair before he led her to the kitchen.
"Hey cutie pie." Dean opened his arms for her.
Emmy happily obliged and jumped into his arms. Dean barely refrained from wincing. She cupped his cheeks, squishing them together. "Whewe is all the bandits?"
"The band aids?" Dean mumbled around her hands. "Oh, I took them off because I feel all better now."
"Weally?" she asked excitedly.
"Whatever you did doctor Emmy, it worked."
She put her lips close to his ear and whispered – well, it wasn't really whispering since Sam could perfectly hear her from across the kitchen. The kid obviously had problems with controlling her voice. "It was the faiwies. They give magic dust to me."
Sam could see that Dean was barely managing to contain his laughter, his eyes betrayed him though. "Oh, really? Well that was nice of them. Will you tell them I said thanks?"
"Emmy no faiwie, I is person. I no talk to faiwie," she reasoned, shaking her head at him like he was stupid.
Dean decided to humor her and played along into her imagination. He slapped his forehead. "Off course, silly me."
Emmy giggled. "Yeah, you silly."
"So what did you guys get?" he asked, moving Emmy to his other hip because his ribs were killing him.
"BOOBIES!"
Dean flinched again. He was sure that she was going to make him deaf by the age of thirty.
She quickly realized her mistake though and covered her mouth. "Sowy." She then decided to drop a kiss on Dean's ear as if that would repair the damage. "Thewe, all better."
As always, Dean could never stay mad at her. "Thanks baby." He kissed her before addressing Sam. "I don't know if I'm already getting hearing problems, but did she just say boobies?"
"That's exactly what she said," Sam chuckled. "We bought us some boobies, right Emmy?"
"Yep! You wan boobies too, De?"
"Uh." Dean was still in the process of wrapping his mind around the word. "Are we talking about the boobies I know?"
Sam frowned. "You know other boobies?"
"You tell me," Dean replied. "I know you're not talking about the boobies I know. So obviously, there's another kind of boobies." He went quiet for a couple of seconds. "That's probably the weirdest sentence that ever came out of my mouth."
Sam rolled his eyes and unloaded the paper bag, placing the box of strawberries on the table.
"Stawboobies!" Emmy clapped her hands in glee.
Dean laughed in realization. "Oh, okay. This one's pretty damn funny." He placed a smacking kiss on the little girl's cheek, jostling her in his arms. "You're a funny kid, you know that?"
"I know," she nodded causing Dean to laugh harder. "Sammy say we make fwoot salad."
Dean took a seat at the table, placing her on his lap. "Off course he would say that, he's a health freak."
"Jerk," Sam muttered under his breath.
"Bitch," Dean coughed.
"You sick again?" Emmy asked worriedly.
Dean hugged her close to him. "Nah, that was a fake cough."
Emmy scrunched up her tiny button nose. "You weird."
"And you're adorable." Dean nuzzled her nose.
"Can I cut fwoot?" she asked excitedly once Sam started to lay out some apples, oranges, bananas and strawberries on the table. His family wasn't really into healthy food, especially not their father and Dean, but having a little toddler around they had to maintain a healthy eating habit that contained enough fruit and vegetables needed to stimulate her growth and development. Besides, it's what their mother would've done. Luckily Emmy never fussed about her food, she'd eat whatever you give her, she wasn't picky she was just really messy.
"How about you peel the banana's, huh? And take off the crowns on the strawberries," Sam suggested as he started peeling and cutting the other fruits. She couldn't even eat without using both hands, he wasn't about to give her a knife.
"Owkidowki!"
Dean helped her with the strawberries while he snuck some into his mouth.
Emmy caught him and smacked his hand. "Stop eating all stawboobies, De!"
"I didn't eat any strawberries," Dean feigned innocence, putting his hands up.
"Yes you did." Emmy poked her chubby finger on his bulging cheek. "You vewy vewy vewy bad boy. Wight, Sammy?"
Sam looked up from cutting some apples into pieces. "That's right, munchkin. Dean is a very bad boy."
Dean smirked. "That's what she said," he mumbled under his breath.
"You're disgusting," Sam deadpanned.
"You hafta wait!" Emmy scolded, wiggling her finger in her oldest brother's face.
"But I'm hungry." Dean pretended to bite her finger.
Sam dropped his knife, giving his brother a warning look. "Oh dude, you shouldn't have said that."
Before Dean could ask why, Emmy started bawling her eyes out on his lap. He instantly hugged her close, trying to console her, confusion written all over his face. He sent his brother a questioning look.
"She thinks you're gonna eat her. As in literally eat her," Sam explained.
"Oh." Dean felt a laugh bubbling up inside him, but taking one look at his upset baby sister made him force it down. "Aww, sweetheart. I'm not gonna eat you."
Emmy wiped her nose on his shirt, sniffling. "Say sowy," she demanded.
"I am very very very very very sorry," Dean apologized. "Is that enough?" Emmy nodded. "Will you forgive me now?" The little girl nodded again. "Can I have a kiss?"
"No," she shook her head. "Cuz you eat all stawboobies."
"Ouch." Sam chuckled.
Dean sighed. "Fair enough."
SPN
"Mhmmmm!" Emmy licked her sticky fingers after she ate all her strawberries.
"Don't forget to eat your other fruits too," Sam reminded her while Dean wiped her face with a tissue.
"I wan more stawboobies."
Dean chuckled. "I think you've eaten more than enough, sweetheart. Why don't you finish your plate and tomorrow you can have more strawberries."
"But I wan it now!" She stubbornly stuck out her chin.
"Emmy," Sam started with a warning tone. Everyone knew that three year olds could be extremely stubborn and no matter how sweet and good his baby sister was, even she couldn't skip that phase. "How about I'll give you one last strawberry and you promise not to throw a fit," he compromised.
She scratched at her neck, impatiently sticking out her hand for the strawberry. "Owkidowki."
"Deal," Sam stressed, making sure she got it before she changed his words again.
"Deal."
Sam relented and gave her the strawberry, earning an excited toothy grin from the blonde toddler. "Thank you, Sammy!"
Sam winked at her before putting away the box containing the strawberries. He made sure to put them on the top shelf of the refrigerator, out of the toddler's reach. When he turned around he found Emmy's hand pushing Dean's face away, as he pretended to try to eat her one last strawberry.
"No! Mine!" she shrieked with a high pitched noise, causing the brothers to wince.
"Dean, stop it," Sam sighed. His brother was adamant on showing his father how mature and independent he was. But the moment he was with Emmy, he always got easily carried away and practically changed into an overgrown toddler.
Dean stopped teasing his little sister and let her eat her strawberry in peace. He smiled inwardly when he caught her eyes shifting to his occasionally, as if to keep watch in case he decided to snatch it away from her.
"Guess who we saw on our way to the store," Sam started, giving Dean a taunting look.
"Valewie!" Emmy grinned.
"Oh god," Dean groaned at the mention of their neighbor. It wasn't that he hated her or anything, quite the opposite. But he had a rule where he didn't like to keep contact with his 'hook ups'. And Valerie seemed to break that rule over and over again. She kept visiting them, claiming to want to see his siblings but Dean knew better. Sam kinda liked her, she was a second year medical student and he felt like he could talk to her about university and college and all of that stuff. Emmy was a huge fan of Valerie too since the girl loved to let the toddler play with her brown curls.
"I told her you weren't feeling well and she said she'd drop by later in the day."
"Sam!" Dean exclaimed.
"Consider it payback for missing my game," Sam shot back.
Dean cocked an eyebrow. "Your game?"
Sam peeked at him through his bangs, giving him a look. It took several seconds before Dean registered it.
"Aw hell," he mumbled under his breath. "I'm sorry, Sammy. I totally forgot about yesterday. Why didn't you tell me anything. I would've waited with that thing, better yet I would've just passed it on to another hunter."
"Doesn't matter. It's not like we won or anything."
"So?" Dean shrugged before his lips formed a smug smirk. "Did you meet some nice cheerleaders?"
Sam snorted with a shake of his head. "Dean, get your mind out of the gutter, will ya."
"I IS DONE!" Emmy smacked her lips. She took one look at her brothers and instantly regretted shouting. "Oops. Sowy," she apologized again as she scratched her neck.
Dean was about to reprimand her when he noticed something on her throat. The skin was lightly blotched as if she scratched a little too hard. "Hey, stop that," he said while he pried her hand away.
"Can I go play?" she asked a little breathless.
Sam frowned but quickly brushed his worry away. "Sure, honey."
Emmy hopped of Dean's lap and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her. Once she was out of sight, both brothers could hear a thump on the floor signaling them that she must've stumbled. Sam and Dean looked at each other, waiting for the cries that usually came when she fell.
"Emmy is okay!" she yelled from the living room.
The boys shook their heads with a smile on their faces.
SPN
It was Dean who answered the door when someone knocked. He casted one look at Sam who was at the table doing homework and another at Emmy who was on the carpet, playing with her Barbie dolls, before he opened the door.
A young girl, around Dean's age, stood there with her brown curls framing her heart shaped face while holding a plate in her hands.
"Hi," she greeted excitedly. Maybe a little too excited.
"Hey." Dean cleared his throat, trying hard to conceal his lack of enthusiasm.
"I just baked an apple pie and I happened to remember how much you liked it. So I thought I'd share it with you," she smiled sweetly. "And your brother and sister too off course," she added quickly. As if it wasn't obvious already that he was the only reason she kept showing up at their door. Dean didn't like to move around a lot, for the sake of his siblings, but right now he was ready to pack their bags and leave to another state, away from clingy Valerie.
After a long pregnant pause, Valerie nervously cleared her throat.
Dean snapped out of it quickly with a shake of his head. "Right. The cake. Well, uh, you can just give it to me."
"Oh okay." She handed him the cake and Dean didn't fail to notice the disappointment flashing in her eyes.
"Thanks though. I'm sure it's very delicious," Dean smiled, trying not to be rude. Apparently it worked, because Valerie's face instantly lit up. It took everything in Dean not to show his frustration.
"So, what happened to your face?" she asked worriedly.
None of your business. "Nothing to worry about," Dean quickly dismissed.
Valerie got the message and decided to change her approach. "So how are Sam and Emmy?"
"They're just fine-" Dean started to say when two little arms wrapped around his leg.
"De?"
Dean rested his hand on top of Emmy's head, gently stroking her hair back. "Hey cutie pie, what's up?"
She buried her head in his leg, tugging at his pants. "I no feel good."
Dean put the cake back in Valerie's hands before picking his sister up, situating her on his hip. His hand automatically went to her forehead but she didn't feel warm.
"What's with her neck?" Valerie asked.
Dean's hands instantly pulled her hair to the side, revealing her small neck. His eyebrows bunched together in concern when he saw how red the soft skin was. From up close he could see the small, white scratches from her nails and the beginnings of what looked like hives.
"It's itchy," Emmy said when Dean gently ran his fingers over the rash.
"Does anything else itch, sweetie?" Valerie asked.
The little girl nodded as she pointed at her mouth. "My mouf."
"Can you open your mouth for me Emmy?" Valerie asked as she walked into the apartment, closing the door behind her.
Dean threw her an annoying look but either she didn't notice or she simply ignored him. He didn't know what angered him the most, the fact that she thought she was some kinda doctor who knew what was going on with his baby sister. Or the fact that she just basically invited herself in, taking matters into her own hand. It was his sister, he was so supposed to take care of her, not her.
"Oh, that doesn't look good," she informed after inspecting the toddler's mouth. "The insides of her cheeks are too red and her lips are swollen."
"Emmy, show me," Dean ordered.
"What's going on?" Sam asked, emerging from the kitchen. "Oh, hey Valerie."
"Hi Sam," she smiled. "Has your sister been eating anything she isn't supposed to?" she asked, addressing both brothers.
"Why? What's wrong?" Sam moved closer to his brother and sister. He took a look at Emmy's mouth and neck and cursed under his breath. "I knew it."
"Knew what?" Dean pressed.
"It's the strawberries. I saw her scratching her neck a couple of times at the table and I just knew something was up."
"You mean she's allergic to them," Dean questioned. A sudden thought hit him and he sighed in realization. "Just like Mom," he whispered.
"It's nothing bad though. Don't worry," Valerie spoke up. "It doesn't look severe or worth a doctor's appointment. It seems like she only suffers from oral symptoms, which are easy to treat with some diphenhydramine. I would suggest something else for the rash though, maybe some hydrocortisone creams or placing a hot compress on the skin could help too."
"You lost me at diphen-whatever." Dean carelessly waved a hand around.
"Diphenhydramine," Valerie repeated for him. "That's just another word for Benadryl. You don't need a prescription to get it at the drugstore. Though I would suggest to let the hospital run some allergy tests on her, in case there's something else other than the strawberries."
"Is Emmy gonna be dead?" a soft, meek voice spoke up from against Dean's shoulder.
Sam reached out to her, caressing her chubby cheek with the back of his fingers. "Off course not, honey. It's just an allergy which means you can't eat a lot of strawberries anymore."
"Why?"
Dean jostled her gently in his arms so they were face to face. "Because that's why your throat itches and your mouth hurts."
Emmy scrunched up her freckled button nose, taking in the information. "Boobies are vewy bad."
Dean chuckled, kissing her cheek. "Yes they are."
He noticed Valerie giving them a weird look and considered explaining it to her, but then he thought he would prefer keeping this between his siblings. Valerie was just a one night stand, someone who would be part of the many nameless faces he spent his nights with. But this one just keeps coming back and it was starting to get annoying. But then again, she did help them with Emmy. So maybe she wasn't totally irritating.
"So how come she never got this reaction when she ate strawberry flavored ice cream or drank strawberry milkshakes," Sam questioned.
"Oh, that's not the same thing. They mix it with so many other ingredients which ends up eliminating the protein for the red anthocyanin biosynthesis expressed in strawberry ripening, it's what the allergen may be tied to. And they don't always necessarily use strawberries, it's very common to work with artificial strawberry flavorings and aromas. They are also widely used in many products like lip gloss, candy, hand sanitizer, perfume, and many others."
Dean's eyes widened, impressed. "And you know all of this stuff how …?"
"Uh, I'm in Med school," Valerie answered with a duh-tone. "I probably told you that a million times. Were you even listening?"
Sam bit his lip to hold in his laugh. "Dean has an attention span of a fly when it comes to listening. Especially where women are concerned."
Sam ignored the look his brother was shooting at him. What? It was true, he was just stating a fact.
"Well, we better get her meds at the drugstore," Valerie decided, clapping her hands together.
"Yeah, I'll go get them." Dean moved to put Emmy in Sam's arms when his brother stopped him.
"Dean you're in no state to go out. I'll go, just give me the car keys."
"Dude, you don't even have your license yet," Dean pointed out the obvious.
Sam scoffed. "When has that ever stopped you from letting me drive?"
Dean shook his head. "I'm not letting you drive my baby. I'll go," he told him firmly.
"I'll come with you. I can show you the things you need," Valerie offered.
Dean thought for a second before fishing the car key from his pocket, throwing it to Sam. "On second thought, maybe I should stay with Emmy. Besides, my back still kinda hurts."
Sam saw right through the lie and barely managed to not roll his eyes. "Sure."
"Or I can just stay here and help you take care of Emmy," Valerie suggested, quickly changing her mind.
"Uh, no thanks. I can take it," Dean quickly said. "Besides, you should probably go with Sam. Knowing him he'll probably come back with Viagra or something."
Sam punched his brother on the arm, causing Dean to wince.
"No hurt my De!" Emmy hugged her brother close, plastering her cheek against his and stroking his arm as if to sooth the pain.
"Yeah, Sam. Don't hurt me." Dean smirked victoriously. "Who's the bad boy now?"
"Sammy," Emmy replied causing Dean to chuckle.
Sam shook his head, pulling on his jacket and shoes. "Shut up," he murmured.
"Well, see you guys later," Valerie smiled. "Bye sweetie!"
"Byeee." Emmy waved her hand.
"Bye," Dean joined her. "Until never again," he added once the door closed.
Dean moved to the couch, lying down and pulling Emmy on top of him. Her hand went to her throat again, scratching at the red skin. Dean pulled her hand away. "Sweetheart, you're gonna hurt yourself."
"But it's itchy," she pouted.
"I know, baby. But we'll have to wait until Sam gets back with your meds," he explained, stroking her hair.
"Sammy is docor now?"
"No, I am the doctor and he's the assistant remember? And as a doctor I have to take care of my patients."
Emmy wiggled her neck trying to create some friction to ease the itchiness. "But you no have medickin."
"True but I got something else that will instantly make you feel better," Dean grinned teasingly.
Before the girl could voice her question, her brother attacked her with tickles and blowing raspberries on her little neck. She squealed in surprise before she broke into a fit of giggles.
A/N: Omg I had so much fun writing this! I don't really remember who suggested a one shot about the Winchesters discovering Emmy's allergy, but I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
I want to thank my cute little cousins for being my inspiration for this chapter. Let me tell you one thing, toddlers are the funniest human beings on earth. I swear. If you don't personally know any toddlers, then I strongly suggest for you to befriend one because you have no idea what you're missing in your life lol
Let me know what you thought of this chapter, I made it extra long for you guys because of the long wait. Thanks for being so patient. I take requests so don't hesitate if you have an idea.
Thanks again for your support, XXXXXXXXXXXXX!