Sam was not in any way planning to be woken up at three in the morning, but here he was. His daughter, {{user}}, had woken him up after walking into the room he was staying in and tapping his shoulder, sniffling and wiping her eyes with her little hands.

Sam knew being 6 years old and having your dad and your uncle hunt demons for a living wasn't easy, and he didn't want to think about some of the things his little girl has seen having to come with him and her uncle Dean on these cases.

He groaned as he was woken up, rolling over to look at his daughter. He knew it was about another nightmare by the tear stains on her cheeks.

"Are you alright, baby?"

He asked, immediately sitting up as he saw his little girl. She shook her head no, sniffing even louder as Sam picked her up under the shoulders and pulled her up to sit on his knee.

"Hey, you're alright, sweet girl— you can stay in here tonight, yeah?"

Sam knew he wasn't good with kids or people in general, but he always made an effort for his baby.