#kamora

Dean huffed getting up once again to check the front window of the motel room. Making sure the parking lot was still as quiet as ever just like he had done periodically since they got there. he relaxed a bit after finding nothing changed, everything was still in its place. The hunter knew if anything wanted to come in it would have to enter through there since the other windows and back door had symbols frantically scribbled over them. Shutting the curtains and turning around he was met with the same sullen look that made his heart ache just hours earlier.

Kamora was sitting on the bed still in her pajamas which happened to be a pair of shorts and one of deans shirts she had stolen. Her hair was messy and her eyes looked tired as she sat with her knees to her chest curled up in a fetal position. "Is it safe?" She meekly questioned him her innocent eyes full of worry and fear. He sighed going to sit in the chair he dragged close to the foot of the bed that faced the window "its quiet, too quiet if you ask me but dont worry." he comforted her. She watched him pick up his shotgun yawning as he loaded it. "You should get some sleep, its late." he spoke not looking back at her still focused on the window. Crawling closer kam hesitantly reached out to him knowing that he didnt like for her to be too clingy with him. She couldnt help it though after he had saved her from lucifer, literally carried her out of hell to safety. How was she supposed to feel after dean had cared for and protected her as if she was his own flesh and blood. Maybe this time would be different she thought leaning into deans side.

Now for a second he thought about pushing her off him thinking that in an emergency it was better for him to be able to move freely but he complied to her need. With a gruff grunt he shifted a little allowing her to wrap her arms around him with her leg in his lap. Partially burying her face in his shoulder she looked up at deans concentrated face "d-dean..." her muffled voice full of fear and concern. At the sound of her voice his body seemed to release all its tension "whats the matter firefly?" He responded. Dean tried to calm her by using the nickname he gave to her the day after she escaped hell, kamora didnt speak much at first and would cry when left alone or when touched. but now it seemed he couldnt get her to stop talking and she was often found exploring places on her own almost a completely different person than who she was before. he knew kam was definitely spooked after the sudden news that sam got hurt on a hunt because lucifers rage over the Winchesters taking his precious little toy away from him finally caught up with them. He still remembered the arch angels words 'I'm taking back what's mine' is all lucifer said to dean as sam leaned on him bleeding violently.

Snapping back to the present dean felt a shift from her as she scooted closer "can you..." She began. He could tell she was nervous about asking him this question but didn't want to let it go, "can you tell me a story?" kam squeaked out. the green eyed hunter shook his head looking down at her foot in his lap thinking to himself how did he get himself into the situation. He put his gun down next to him a little annoyed at her request but weirdly he could never say no to her "alright one short story and then you go lay down, deal?" She replied with a nod.

He thought for a moment on which story to tell her before his eyes wandered to the design on her silly socks. Dean bought them for her as sign of trust, It had baby pigs on it; which dean knew any baby animal was her favorite. "How about a classic? The three little pigs." he began before tickling her foot causing her to snatch her foot from his lap giggling adorably. "There once was a family of three little pigs... the first was smart, strong, and handsome" dean smirked leaning his head on hers. He continued deciding to make this story interesting "the second was also smart, strong, and handsome but not as much as the first; the third althrough she was the littlest pig was brave, adventurous, and beautiful" She smiled up at him. he gently pulled one of her curls "with a head full of curly brown hair." he let it go watching as it bounced back making her blush. "Now the first two pigs were told by a very grumpy kitty to take Care of the third one because a big bad wolf was after her for her bacon." he paused as she let out a giggle over the silliness of the story. Dean gave a small smile moving forward with his story as she relaxed more "the second got hurt because he thought he knew a way to stop the wolf but that only made him angrier so it was up to the first to protect the littlest pig." he frowned a little feeling he was doing a terrible job to calm her. He snuck a peek at her noticing she was beginning to fall asleep so his story couldn't be to bad "now the first pig decided to be smarter than the second and bait the wolf away, waiting for him to get sloppy so he could strike him down though the third pig was so scared she couldn't sleep so the first pig gave her a magic sleeping potion and put her to bed" He teased as she cuddled closer getting sleepier by the second. He stopped listening to her soft yawn "in hopes that she would be asleep soon, the end." he finished. Dean removed her arms from around him "hey little piggy you remember your promise? Go get some rest." he stated sort of sternly watching her crawl back into bed with a slight frown. He let out A sigh of relief as she curled up with a pillow and fell fast asleep. dean got up again and checked the window "still nothing?" He questioned knowing he should have seen something by now.

Just as he was settling in next to the bed to keep watch over her and the door there was a loud crash from the bathroom then silence. The hunter got up slowly grabbing his gun and taking one last look at her sleeping peacefully Blissfully unaware. With an annoyed huff he braced himself without making a sound dean made his way over to the source grabbing the bathroom doorknob. he mentally counted to three then yanked the door open and instantly everything around him changed like he was teleported somewhere; but not just anywhere. Looking around dean immediately knew where he was, he was home before his mothers death and before all the hunting. it was all quiet but something seemed off to him and his suspicion only grew when he heard the faint crying of a baby "sammy?" he questioned slowly moving towards his baby brothers old room.

The door creaked open showing everything as it was back then like he had traveled in time but he knew that wasnt possible there had to be another explaination. Walking into the dark room dean peaked into the crib and his eyes went wide as panic set in; the baby in the crib wasnt sam it was a baby girl with big brown eyes and honey colored skin. "son of a bitch" he rushed out of the room as all the walls and furniture aroumd him started to distort, melting into the motel bathroom he had previously expected to see. there was an immense pain in his head "kam!" He called out turning to see the door shut but a weird light could be seen flickering in the space at the bottom of the door. dean groaned touching the knob to open the door but he quickly snatched his hand away from it feeling a sting in his hand. confused he stepped back kicking the door down being met with a out of control firey inferno as it busted open "damn it, kamora!" He called out again. No response from her caused him to panic more since he couldnt see much because of all the smoke and flames. taking off his shirt dean covered his mouth and nose swiftly running through the fire hoping she had survived somehow and escaped outside. Once out there he looked around but nothing was different it was like the fire was alive but why? He thought. Then there was a big boom making the ground shake and all the cars alarms go off as if there was an explosion, looking back he saw the fire turn blue before it seemed to extinguish itself. Dean crept forward taking one last look around before going back into the now scorched room "kamora!" He yelled still getting no response. he knew she wouldn't just ignore him so assuming the worst he tried to find some remains searching the room for any trace of her. thats when he heard it "fuck" he cursed turning towards the faint sound of a crying baby, walking to the bed he brushed if all the ashes finding the very same baby girl he saw earlier. He looked confused but once he saw a glimpse of a sock with a little pig on it he knew just what had happened.