This chapter starts with a little bit of Lily's POV. The story is going to hop back and forth from POVs a little but it's going to focus on Eleanor's POV. I'll notify when it hops so no one gets confused. I just want everyone's thoughts into the plot whenever it's necessary!

Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural! I only own this idea and my two OC's!

Dean

Dean's arm was wrapped around Lily as she sat on his lap, her head resting against his chest. From time to time, she would shift her ear slightly in order to hear the sounds that his insides were making. Mostly, she listened to his heart while pretending to focus on the TV. She enjoyed the warmth of his body and arm just as much as she enjoyed the feeling of protectiveness that radiated of him. Her small hands held a tight grip on his shirt just above his wrist that was resting on her leg.

From the side, she watched her mother say goodnight to uncle Sam though her eyes had a hard time focusing on anything as her eyelids became heavier and heavier with each minute that passed. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep and it wasn't until her grip on Dean's shirt loosened that Dean stood up and carried her to bed.

"Angels are watching over you," he whispered before a low chuckle escaped his throat. With a soft kiss to her forehead, he left the bedroom, leaving the door open just a crack.

Eleanor

Later that evening, Eleanor was running around the house, collecting the necessities that she would need over at Bobby's house. She had packed a lot of clothes for both her and Lily already and she was now busy running around the house trying to decide what other personal belongings she wanted to bring with her. She wore her pyjamas already – a white shirt and pink shorts - with a silk robe hanging loosely around her body. It swayed behind her as she ran around, collecting different things from different rooms in no particular order and placing them in a box. It would be the only box that she could bring with her to Bobby's house since Dean's car wouldn't fit too much stuff and already most of the items were toys of Lily's.

"Babe, do you mind relaxing a bit?" asked Dean as he sat on the sofa, watching some random movie that he had picked from Eleanor's DVD collection.

"We're leaving tomorrow morning. I won't have enough energy to do this tomorrow morning," explained Eleanor before running towards the music room.

She stopped in the room, realising that she was going to have to leave behind so many things that she treasured close to her heart. Her violin, her guitar and her piano were a few of those items. But none of them would fit in the car except possibly the violin, but only if she placed it in the backseat with her and Lily which would make it an even more uncomfortable ride than it already was.

With a sad look on her face, she decided to stick with her books that were filled with songs she had written instead of an instrument and she quickly grabbed them before turning back to the door. Though, something stopped her from exiting the room and she slowly turned her head back to the piano. It wasn't a big piano and she had only been able to buy it because one of her neighbours had died. The son hadn't wanted the piano and so, he had walked around the neighbourhood trying to sell it for days though nobody had wanted it. Except for Eleanor.

She let her fingers trace the surface of the white keys as a smile appeared on her lips. She had spent so many hours by that piano and she was sure that it was going to feel rather odd to not be able to play it every day anymore. She let the fingers of her right hand play the beginning of one of her songs, quietly as to not wake Lily up, before she sighed and pressed her journals against her chest.

Perhaps she could by a new one someday.

It had only taken her until a little past midnight to get everything sorted out for the next day. Sam had already gone to bed and she was sure Dean had as well since he wasn't in the living room anymore.

Quickly, she went through her normal check-ups of the house, something she did every evening before going to bed though feeling like it was even more necessary that evening because of the events of the day. She walked up to the front door and double-checked that the door was indeed locked. After that, she took out a bag of salt that had been hidden amongst the shoes placed next to the door. She poured it in a straight line in front of the door before walking around the house to check if the salt on the window frames still was there. After she placed the salt back in its hiding position, she lifted up the rug in front of the door to see if the devils trap still was intact. Content with it, she let the rug drop to the floor again.

"I see you haven't lost your hunter-instinct," said Dean's voice from behind her, causing her to jump and almost squeal though she managed to place her hand in front of her mouth before she did.

"Dean…" she breathed, shaking her head. "You scared me."

"Sorry," he said, smiling at her.

"I thought you'd gone to bed?" asked Eleanor as Dean walked up to her.

"I was waiting for you," said Dean, shrugging his shoulders at her questioning look. "All set for the night?"

"Yes. The house should be secure," said Eleanor, nodding her head before smiling up at him as he placed an arm around her waist and leaned in closer to her, the tip of their noses touching.

"I've missed being able to do that," whispered Dean, his minty breath touching her face's skin causing a shiver to run up her spine. She had missed him too. She had missed being able to stand so close to him and simply talking to him. Sure, she had called him and Sam whenever it was their birthday and they had called her whenever it was her birthday, but it wasn't the same to get a call then to talk face to face with them.

"I've missed you," whispered Eleanor back as she placed her arms around his neck.

"Do you remember when we first met?" asked Dean as he placed his other arm around her as well before he started to sway back and forth. Eleanor nodded at his question, swaying along with him.

"We were hunting a werewolf up in Wisconsin," said Eleanor, smiling at the memory. "You would have been torn to pieces if I hadn't been hunting the same werewolf."

Dean smirked before placing a kiss on Eleanor's cheek. "You know I had it under control."

"Right… of course," said Eleanor, placing a kiss on Dean's cheek as well.

"It was before dad disappeared," said Dean, placing a kiss on Eleanor's other cheek.

"Mm… yes, I remember that. Sam wasn't there either," said Eleanor, smiling as Dean placed a quick kiss on her lips.

"None of them were that evening…" he whispered quietly before placing a more passionate and longing kiss on her lips.

Their focus on the kiss caused them to stop swaying back and forth as Dean deepened the kiss further, causing Eleanor to gasp before pulling him closer. Though, they didn't go any further then a kiss as they both knew that they were sharing a room with Lily.

Quietly, they snuck into the bedroom, both of them smiling at Lily who was sound asleep in her bed. Dean pulled Eleanor close to him and almost immediately fell asleep while Eleanor stayed awake a little longer, simply looking at him and taking in his features again.

After three years of not meeting face to face, Dean's attractive features had almost shocked her. The memory of him had in no way been as handsome as the real him and she was more than overfilled with joy to be reunited with him.

All she hoped for was for there to not be any dangers lurking about on the road to Bobby's house.

Thanks for reading! The chapters aren't that long but I'm, building up 'till things start to happen!