December 1986 - 10 miles out of Echo Utah.
Bobby Singer had the radio in his old truck blaring as he made his way down the old Echo Canyon Rd. There wasn't a car inside, the sun had set hour's ago. Bobby was on his way home from a hunting trip down in Draper Utah. Snow covered the ground, Bobby took his time on the icey road.
As the truck started to jerk and sputter Bobby smacke the steering wheel cursing to himself. He pulled the truck onto the side of the road. Turning the engine off he opened the door taking his flashlight out of the glove department as he stepped out.
Bobby walked around the truck popping the hood open he began searching for the problem. He was a mechanic by trade so it hadn't worried him to much that the truck had been acting up. Locating the issue, Bobby went around to the back of the truck reaching for his tool box.
A faint cry came from the darkness surrounding him. Bobby attention was pulled away from his truck, no curious to the sound. Shining his light towards the sound the snow lit up reflecting the light of his torch. Bobby moved closer to the side of the road, the crying became louder as he did.
Stepping into the snow bank, he searched cautiously to see what was the owner of the noise His eyes searching they stopped on snow that had be tainted red with blood. Bobby rushed his way through the calf deep snow. As Bobby saw what had created the noise he froze.
There in laying in the snow, wrapped in a tattered hospital blanket. splotch of blood covering her and the blanket was a baby girl no more than a few months old alone in the snow. Her tiny little toes stuck out of the end of the blanket brushing against the cold snow. Her little arms reached out for him as she cried
. Bobby started for a minute not sure what to do, but as his aged eyes connected with her blue innocent ones. He knew he couldn't leave her all alone, kneeling down onto one knee. He scooped the cold fragile little body into his arms cradling her to him. Bobby made his way back to the truck, gently trying to hush the child. Reaching the truck he slid his jacket off wrapping it around the child.
Carefully he placed her in the truck closing the door, as he picked up his tool kit. Bobby hurried to fix his truck, closing the hood he made his way back to the drivers door. Dropping his tool kit into the back of his truck he climbed into the truck next to little girl. He started the truck turning the heat on, carefully he picked her back up holding her to him gently. He could feel her ice cold skin touch his. When the child had warmed and stopped crying he put her down gently inside a empty duffel bag so she wouldn't squirm around.
Bobby started to drive again making his way to the main highway, the girl started to squirm again. He took one hand off the wheel using it to try and calm her. The baby's small hands gripped onto his index finger, Bobby looked over at the little girl she was watching him. He put his eyes back on the road and continued to drive.
The truck came to a stop in the parking lot of Evanston Wyoming hospital. The engine still running Bobby looked at the hospital, knowing it was the best chance for the child to have a good life. He looked down at her, she had fallen asleep some time ago, refusing to let go of his fingers. He was scared if he tried to much she'd wake up and cry again. As Bobby looked down onto the innocent childs face. He smiled gently letting out a soft sigh as he watched her.
{Authors note: There's a poll on my page for who the Kat ( the baby) will end up with. Choice are Sam, Dean or Lucifer?. Go and vote!}