Disclaimer: The characters of Supernatural do not belong to me. The original characters of Evelyn Winchester and Missy Collins do.

A/N: So, I finished my schoolwork earlier than I thought I would, so I'm already back in action! This is the sequel to A Twist of Fate. Evy comes back to her family. It's another version of New Life, New Family, but centers on John, Bobby, Sam, and Dean instead of just Sam and Dean this time.

One of my biggest regrets I had with New Life, New Family and Life After Death is that I started Evy off at six years old. I feel like it didn't give me enough time to write some real fluffy toddler Evy chapters. So I started her off at three years old this time. Enjoy!

John flipped the light switch inside the garage, pulled on his jacket, and began to leave. He stopped when he took a glance up towards the office. He hated that room, and the state of the desk inside showed it. He'd buried himself in his work in the last three years, but it hadn't helped. For whatever reason, John didn't walk out to his car and head towards the house he shared with Bobby and Dean. He trudged up the stairs, heart aching just like it did every day, and cautiously opened the door. His jaw hit the floor when he saw a familiar head of long brown hair, carefully braided, bent over the desk with a pen in her hand. At the sound of the door opening, Evy turned and smiled.

"Hi, Daddy!"

Before John could answer, the moment was over. Evy faded away, and John was only left with the empty office again. It was a hallucination, and a painful one at that. If she had been in this office, she wouldn't have been smiling. She would've chewed my head off for how messy I've let the office get, John thought. He regretted his decision to come up to the office, and quickly turned to leave to go back home.

"Hello?"

John jumped. He was standing halfway down the stairway, looking down onto the garage floor. There had been no one there since John had closed three hours earlier. He had locked all the doors and windows, just as he did every night. There should have been no one there. But, clear as day, there stood in the middle of the floor a little girl, no older than three or four, looking up at him terrified and with tears in her eyes. John didn't move. He couldn't. He knew who the little girl looked like, but there was no way it was possible.

Was it?

"Who are you?" the little girl asked timidly. "Where am I?"

"How'd you get in here?" John asked.

The little girl backed up, biting her lip and keeping her eye on John. She backed up all the way to the wall, where she couldn't get away any further. John very slowly walked off the staircase and towards her, but the little girl was scared out of her wits. Two big, fat tears crawled down her face, and John stopped, holding his hands up as if in surrender.

"I won't hurt you."

"Who are you?" she asked again.

"Who are you?" John asked. "Can you tell me your name?"

The girl firmly shook her head. "No. I not 'posed to talk to strangers."

Of course, John thought. "Okay. I'll tell you my name first." John said, bending down so he wasn't as tall and intimidating to her. "My name's John. John Winchester."

The little girl's eyes got bigger. "Dat's my daddy's name."

So she was exactly who John thought she was. "Are you Evelyn?" When she still seemed unsure whether or not to answer, John assured her, "It's okay. If you are Evelyn, then I'm your daddy."

"You not my daddy." The little girl said, for the first time sounding sure of something. "You's too old to be my daddy."

Despite the unbelievable situation, John couldn't help but chuckle.

"What so funny?"

"Nothing, sweetheart." John said. "Trust me, please. I am your daddy."

"Show me."

"What?" John asked, taken aback by the command.

"I don't know you. If you's my daddy, show me. Show me so I know."

Yep. She's Missy's kid, that's for sure. But John was insanely proud of her for making him prove that he was her father rather than just taking his word for it, so he reached inside his pocket slowly. He pulled out his wallet and flipped to a photo he kept buried inside it. He extended it towards Evy, but she didn't move, still terrified of him.

"I won't touch you." John said. "You can come take the picture from me, and I promise I won't touch you. But please look at it."

Evy cautiously walked over to John, took the photo and took a long look at it.

"Do you know who it is in that picture?"

"That's my mommy." Evy said. "My mommy and me."
"That's right." John said with a smile. "I took that photo on your second birthday."

"Is mommy here too?"

John's heart twisted like a pretzel at that question. What was he supposed to say to that? He hated lying to her, but he had to get Evy to trust him. He decided to stall her, hoping to get Bobby, Sam, and Dean involved so he could figure out what to do.

"I promise I'll take you to your mommy soon." John said. He wasn't looking forward to taking her to Missy's grave, but he could think of nothing better to tell her. "But right now we need to get to uncle Bobby's house."

"Why uncle Bobby's house?" Evy asked. "Why not our house?"

"I'm afraid we live with uncle Bobby now." John said.

"Oh. Okay." Evy said simply.

"Okay. You ready to go?"

"I'm ready." Evy said, yawning. "Are you sure you my daddy?"

"Believe me, I'm sure." John said.

Evy smiled, thrust her arms out as far as they could go, and flexed her fingers. For a brief second, John was confused, then he realized what she was asking for. He got back up off his knees, a task that was becoming harder with his advancing age, and picked up Evy. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kept one arm underneath her bottom, holding her up, and one arm around her waist, squeezing her in one of her "daddy bear hugs". Evy yawned again.

"Why don't you get some sleep?" John suggested. "We'll talk more when you wake up."

Evy shook her head. "I's not tiwed."

John chuckled. "Okay, little one. You hang on to Daddy. I'll keep you safe."
"'Kay, Daddy." Evy said with yet another yawn. "Woves you Daddy Bear."
"Love you, baby bear."

John didn't know where that had come from. It had been over two decades since he'd last said it. But apparently it was like riding a bike. Still in shock, John got an idea, and walked out to the front, near the cash register. With one hand, he pulled a piece of paper off the large legal pad, opened a permanent marker, and made a sign that read "Closed for Family Emergency. Will reopen in one week. We apologize for any inconvenience. Employees call manager's cell phone for more information." Since the garage and parking lot were empty, he didn't have anyone waiting on their cars, so he taped the sign to the door and walked out to his own car with a still sleeping Evy on his shoulder. Praying they wouldn't get pulled over on the way to Bobby's, John set her in the front seat, buckled her in, got behind the driver's seat. Evy never woke up once.

"What the hell are you doing here, little one?"