Dean knew you had some weird mojo going on. Sam did too, since you'd both been visited by the yellow-eyed demon at six months old. You'd both been waking up at weird hours and Dean kept having to comfort the both of you. Not that he was complaining…he loved cuddling you back to sleep. Smelled so good and felt so warm…Jesus he loved everything about soothing his girl. But this time was different. You and Dean were in a gas station down the street from the motel you were staying at. You had been fine, smiling and teasing him with those big pretty eyes and then you just collapsed into his arms.

"Fuck sweetheart…okay, I'm here."

You were still awake, but your eyes were all…weird. This was freaking him out. The last thing he wanted was something bad happening to you, let alone you having episodes in the middle of the damn day.

"You're okay darlin'. Just listen to my voice. I'm right here with you."

Luckily the gas station was pretty deserted, and he sat down on the floor next to the slushie machine, cradling your tense body in his arms and tucking your head inside his leather jacket against his chest.