I hope you like it! This is my first time at Supernatural, so I'm kinds of winging it. So here it goes! I have pictures of Georgie on my page.

Lawrence, Kansas

John's POV

Today had seemed to drag on forever. I couldn't remember the last time I had counted the minutes on a clock. Lately I had been trying to come home earlier to be with the kids and Mary. Every night she keeps telling me that Dean is becoming a little mechanic. I laughed out loud when I remembered the time I came home to see Dean taking apart one of my model cars to see where the engine was. I couldn't be mad at him for his curiosity. Little Georgina had turned two in the last few months. Our little Georgie, she was the apple of my eye. My little girl, by this time her little eyes could get me to do anything. She was a beautiful little girl, which scared me. I knew that when she got older I would have to shoot the boys off the property. She had already a posse of little boys from Mary's friends that adored her. Two and she had prospective boyfriends. I could feel the grey's springing up already. And little Sammy, he was six months old tonight. He was our youngest, already his big brown eyes could make you do anything. Our three Winchesters. They would grow up to be a tight knit family, their ages only a few years apart. I drove into the driveway and spotted the nursery light on. Good, I hadn't missed bedtime.

I could hear the distinct sounds of giggling as I walked through the door. Dean and Georgie's voices were heard from the nursery as I walked up the stairs. Georgie came running through the bathroom, her little feet scurrying across the carpet. I scooped up little Georgie and smiled at Dean as he ran after her, breathing hard from running from Mary. I lifted him above my shoulder and kissed Mary as we all walked into Sammy's crib. Mary stood over Sam as she kissed him goodnight, she took Georgie from me, her little two year old fingers held Sam's as she whispered "Goodnight Swammy." Dean laughed as we left, leaving Sammy to fall asleep. Dean and Georgie were tucked in for the night. I whispered to Mary that I would be up in a few, those last words. I headed to the couch as I turned on the television. I drifted off to sleep soon after. I woke up to Sammy crying, his loud wails heard throughout the house. Upstairs I went, passing by Dean's room, he was still sleeping; a little stuffed hot rod in his arms. Georgie's was next to Sam's she was sound asleep, her doll clutched in her tiny hands. I crept into his room, thinking I would see Mary trying to calm him down. No Mary, I assumed she wanted me to do it. I went to his crib, his eyes staring at me and a single drop of red on his cheek. As a marine I curse myself to this day for not realizing what it was. I looked up to see where it came from. Next came fear. Fire. Hurt. Georgie screaming as the fire crept to her room. I grabbed Sammy and gave him to Dean and told him to run. I grabbed Georgie and followed them. The house lit up with fire, the black smoke covered the sky as the firefighters tried to put the flames out. I looked at the burning house, my house with Mary. My Mary who was dead, who was on the ceiling burning, something had murdered her, and I was going to find out.

10 Years Later:

"Dad, Georgie isn't going to be happy to see us like this." Dean said quietly. He was cradling his left arm. His wrist was swollen and red. John looked at his son as they pulled into the motel room. They had just come back from hunting a poltergeist during the weekend. Dean had recently started coming on hunts with him but still had lots to learn, although he was a quick learner. At ten he had mastered most guns and was working his way up with knives. Dean learned everything quick. Martial Arts, Boxing, Combat. He was now fourteen and at a level some hunters his age had yet to be at. Truthfully all his kids were like that. Prodigies at hunting. Sam could remember everything about anything, or search for it if he didn't know it. But he wasn't just a researcher. While still too young to go on hunts he had an excellent shot record. For a boy of ten it was pretty impressive. Georgie as well, he had never truly intended on getting her involved with hunting, in fact he wished, prayed, and hoped her to be the researcher. But the day she picked up a knife she was hooked. She had perfected every knife he owned. She would watch old combat movies learning moves, and while the movie tricks were unreal, hers were not. Guns she could handle well, but knives where her specialty. His little girl was twelve and itching to go on a hunt. His rule was the once they turned thirteen they could come with him. A rule he stood by now especially since Dean was hurt. It was nothing major, but bruises and broken bones were hard to hide in nosy schools. When he came home from hunts he would come home with bruises and scrapes as well as some messy wounds. Georgie had been his helper, learning how to stitch and dress wounds from when she was eight. It was a sad wake up call to the world they had been thrust upon. Sometimes he would become obsessed with looking for the demon, the Demon that had ruined his lives as well as his kids. He had trained his kids to help hunt in order for them to find and kill the damned Demon that did this to them. His life was the killing demon, killing all evil and finding the demon that killed Mary. It was all that kept him sane.

Dean and I walked slowly up the stairs to the room. Dean kept looking at me with this face that said "Gigi's gonna kick our ass." I would say watch your language and then silently utter the same thing. The stairs seemed so hard with my twisted ankle; damn thing had tossed me against a wall. I opened the door and was greeted with my daughter sitting at the table. She looked up and scowled. "So who is hurt now?" Georgie said from the door, her hand on her hip, a smug unhappy look on her face. She was wearing my old Marine t-shirt and some sweat pants. I could see a first aid kit on the table behind her. I smirked and walked in, limping while Dean gave her a big smile and tried to lift his arm. She sighed and ushered us to the table.

"Guys this is getting ridiculous, I mean its only Dean's seventh hunt and he has come back with two broken bones and I've stitched him up three times! That's like a wound per hunt! Luckily he didn't get one the first time since Dad had to save your ass." Georgie said as she glanced at Dean. "Okay first off, watch your language Gigi, and second Dean is doing a good job, it's a tough business." I said. I had hoped all our bruises and cuts would deter her from hunting. It only made it worse, saying if she was there she could stop us from all our injuries.

"You know what Gigi, you've really got to let loose, I mean that pole is really stuck up there!" I heard Dean say. I could almost feel Georgie's anger. I heard a huge yelp and found Dean on his back, having been kicked off the chair. I looked at him with a look that said he deserved it, but I couldn't condone Gigi from hurting her brothers. "Gigi, you know better. Now apologize." I said sternly. "Sorry Dean, next time I'll make sure Dad is away before I hurt you." She said. I glared in her direction, she went quiet. "Sorry sir." I heard her whisper. "Is Sammy asleep?" I asked. I looked at Georgie and she nodded. "He came home from school and did his homework. I cooked some food and then he watched some TV. He went to bed about three hours ago."She trailed off towards the end. I noticed the more quiet side of my daughter and looked at her. "He kept asking when you guys would be back. He waited as long as he could for you." She was quiet. 'Sammy knows what we do, he shouldn't worry." I said ending the conversation. "Well I'm finished with Dean Dad, what happened to you?" She asked "Nothing, grab your stuff, I found us another hunt about four hours away from here, if we leave now we can get there in time for me to enroll you three in another school." I said grabbing things from the living room. "Dean, go get your brother up and start packing." I wasn't looking at them but I could feel their tired faces from where I stood. "But Dad, we just got here two days ago? I mean can't we wait till the weekend?" Gigi asked. I was tired and needed pain meds, I snapped. "Damn you Georgina just do as I ask!" I screamed. I wanted the world to swallow me whole right then. "Yes sir" was all I heard and the scurrying of feet on the carpet. This life had made me tense and unlike the man I had been with Mary. This life was not meant for children and I was slowly destroying the only family I had.

Georgie's POV

I knew I was leaving the day I turned eighteen. That day when my father asked me to do what he wanted I knew my goal was set. I would leave; I would leave this life and start my own. I knew it then. I packed my things and shuffled a sleepy Sammy around getting us ready to leave. As we piled into the car, I looked at this family and knew I was gone in 6 years.