Finding Kaelyn:

Azazel was never too far from his "special children." At the moment he had two front runners in his plan to free Lucifer. The first was Sam Winchester. The boy had just turned fourteen and seemed like a likely candidate, his mother had been one of his favorites. He killed her parents and traded her son for her fiancé. Humans, they would never learn. Sam was hard to keep track of because of how often John moved them, so he usually looked to his second favorite.

The second was an eight year old girl named Kaelyn Campbell unlike Sam this little girl was already developing her powers, almost fourteen years ahead of schedule. He really didn't know the reason for this. True the kid came from hunter stock on both sides of the fence, but that shouldn't have made that much of a difference.

Kaelyn and Sam's lives were not all that different. They shared the same birthday, only Sam was six years older. Both children lost the chance to have a normal life the night they turned exactly six months old. Sam's mother had died and his father became obsessed with revenge. Both of Kaelyn's parents had died in the fire and she was miraculously found outside of the burning home.

Both of the children lived a nomadic lifestyle. Sam's father was obsessed with hunting and killing every supernatural being he could get his hands on, just hoping one day to come across Azazel. While, Kaelyn was bounced from foster home to foster home, because of her abilities.

That was how he decided to put his plan into action. Kaelyn's next foster family would be comprised of his people and he had two perfect demons in mind. For months he had been trying to find, Sam to no avail. He needed to make Kaelyn mature faster, so she would be ready seven years ahead of schedule. The child would be ready at the same time as Sam, but given the chance she would be much stronger. Being raised by demons would help push the up the time table and put her into the front running to help him reach his end game.

John:

John Winchester looked at the vibrating phone in disbelief and stepped outside. Sammy had just settled down for breakfast and Dean would soon follow suit. The person on the other end was not one he talked about with his boys; this was the woman who told him about the Yellow-Eyed Demon and the other things that went bump in the night. He hadn't talked to Missouri in while because she only called when there was news on the evil son of a bitch that killed Mary.

"Winchester," John said in his deep rumbling voice.

Sammy watched his father's reaction and knew it didn't bode well for him or Dean. First, Dad was going to leave again and dollars for donuts he would make them move the minute he got home. He hated moving more than anything, there were only three weeks left in the school year, so why couldn't his Dad just let them finish for once? Sammy huffed as he sat down.

Dean walked in and noticed his father was outside and that Sammy had on his "bitch" face. He stood there for a few seconds and decided that they would be moving again soon. He just hoped Sammy didn't throw too much of a fit. If Dad's body language counted for anything, which it always did, he wouldn't put up with any shit today.

"Save me any milk," Dean asked grabbing a bowl and the box of cereal that was on the table next to Sam.

"Look for yourself," Sam grumbled pushing the milk towards his brother.

"Come on Sammy, give dad a break, besides you don't know for sure that we're moving."

"Look at Dad, Dean, we're moving," Sammy grumbled.

"Look at Dad, Sammy, and keep your yap shut unless you want some hand to ass action before school," Dean warned knowing his younger brother would argue about moving yet again and would probably even argue about their dad leaving again.

John hung up the phone, only for it to ring again,

"Jim?"

Ten minutes later John walked back in and saw the angry look on his youngest child's face. He wasn't in the mood for it, even though he understood the way Sammy felt. The news from both Pastor Jim and Missouri indicated that he had to move now, so he didn't have time to deal with one of Sammy's tantrums.

"I'm going to be gone for about a week. I'll call on my way home and I'll need you to have your stuff together so we can move quickly," John announced like he was telling them what they were having for dinner, instead of uprooting them from another home and school.

"Dad, there's only three weeks left. Can't we please finish the year out," Sammy practically whined.

"No and I don't have time for arguments today, Sammy," John said walking out of the kitchen, only to hear his youngest son mumble.

"Like you ever have time."

John turned around and considered both of his son's for a minute. Sammy actually gulped at the glare John gave him as he walked back into the kitchen.

John knew Sammy was right, he rarely had the time he wanted with his sons and the time they did spend together was used for training, something his youngest hated with a passion. Hopefully, this lead would end it all for them. He would finally kill the thing that killed his wife and their lives would return to normal.

"Something you want to say to me, son?" John growled.

"Yeah, can I come?" Dean asked hoping it would break the tension in the room and give his hardheaded little brother time to cool off.

"No," was John's terse reply.

"You're going after what killed mom aren't you?" Dean asked. John Winchester was a man of few words, but one word answers were seldom when asked a legitimate question by his sons. The glare Dean received for that question let him know he was on the right track. "I'm going."

"No you're not and I don't want to hear another word out of either of you this morning. Sammy we're leaving at the end of the week, so get over it. Dean, this is my hunt and you're not going, so like your brother, get over it," John said turning back around only to be stopped yet again by,

"BUT DAD," both boys said in unison.

John sighed walked over to his oldest and grabbed him by the shirt,

"Five miles now," John growled.

"Come on, Dad…." Dean began but the five sharp smacks his dad delivered made him change his mind about arguing.

"FIVE MILES, DEAN!"

"Yes, sir," Dean mumbled. It was embarrassing to be swatted at eighteen, but getting a full blown spanking would be absolutely mortifying. No matter how hard Dean tried, after his Dad was finished spanking him, he would be a sobbing mess. Dean ran up the stairs to change into a pair of running shoes and sweats not wanting to chance it.

John turned his attention to his youngest,

"You owe me five miles after school, young man."

Sammy just glared at his father thinking that it was totally unfair and that he should be able to express his opinion.

"I expect an answer, son," John said.

"Yes, sir," Sammy ground out, just the thought of sitting all day on hard wooden chairs after his father's antiquated method of discipline, had Sammy changing his tune. Dad had swatted Dean for aruging, so he would have no problem giving Sammy a spanking before sending him off to school for disrespect.

John walked up and pulled his youngest into a hug. He knew this was not the life that Sammy wanted. Honestly, no sane person would want this life.

"Have a good day, listen to your brother, and be ready to leave the minute I get back. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir."

John walked upstairs and knocked on Dean's door. He smiled at the heated mumbling going on inside.

"Come in."

John walked in and pulled his oldest son into a hug. Dean reluctantly accepted the hug. John pushed him out after a few seconds and looked into Deans green eyes before saying,

"I know you want to go and I know that you feel you have the right, but I won't risk losing you to this evil bastard."

"Dad, she was my mom," Dean said, his voice breaking slightly.

"I know son, but my answer is final. Your brother owes me five miles when he gets home from school. I'll give you a choice, run it now or run it with your brother."

"I'll run with Sammy," Dean said smiling at the reprieve. Dean decided a little rebellion was in order and neither of them would run the five miles today.

"Good, help me pack up the Impala than. You better run those miles, son," John said knowing his son's intentions better than the boy thought.

"Yes, sir."

Twenty minutes later, John was in the Impala driving towards Blue Earth, Minnesota. Missouri had a vision about a child in trouble and all signs pointed to the Yellow-Eyed Demon that killed Mary. Pastor Jim's call confirmed those findings, as a special little girl had just visited him and all signs pointed to the fact that her foster parents were possessed by demons.

Kaelyn:

Kaelyn always knew she was different. First her entire family had died in a fire when she was six months old and miraculously she was found on the front lawn. At that moment she became a ward of the state and was placed in over twenty foster homes in the eight years she had been alive. Kaelyn could always tell what people were thinking and at times she called them on it. She realized quickly that it freaked people out, but Kaelyn really didn't care. She never lasted more than six months with a foster family anyway, so why should she?

The minute she walked into the Parker house, she knew something was wrong. These people were just not right. First they were trying to block their thoughts from her. No one had ever done that before. Second, their brain waves were different, like they weren't human or something. The woman, Melissa and the man, Eric were just weird. It seemed like they wanted something from her, but at the same time they were afraid of her. The other weird thing was that more than once Kaelyn could swear their eyes turned completely black. It was freaky to say the least

Kaelyn wasn't afraid of the strange people, because they left her alone for the most part during the month and a half that she had lived with them. They went through the motions of making her breakfast, lunch, and dinner. They made her go to school, but besides that they weren't really the hands on type of foster parents. Kaelyn was fine with that. She was used to being on her own and like it. Everything was fine until three days ago when the yellow-eyed man came to visit.

The man was just plain frightening, there was no other word for it. He kept staring at Kaelyn like he was expecting her to do something, she just didn't know what. Unlike the Parkers, the man's eyes flashed yellow more than once during the visit. He also seemed to want her to read his mind by the end of the night and what he showed her pushed her into the land of nightmares. Her eight year old mind wasn't prepared for the death and destruction that surrounded her and finally she gave into the darkness hoping the visions would go away. When she awoke, her fears were compounded by the conversation going on around her,

"You will start training her," Azazel said.

"What if she uses it against us?" Eric asked.

"You have to make her trust you and love you," Azazel replied.

"We're demons, how are we supposed to do that," Melissa sneered.

"Figure it out or I promise to make your last few millennia in hell seem like week at the spa. She will wake up in a few minutes. Comfort her," Azazel ordered and walked out of the house.

Kaelyn wanted to run, but where would she go? She had no one and she had frightened her social worker more than once, so the woman wouldn't believe her. That night Kaelyn did two things she had never done in her life; first she prayed and second she cried herself to sleep.

The next day instead of going to school, she rode a bus downtown and looked for a church. She had never been to one before, but maybe it was time. Since there were demons, maybe there were angels and someone could help her. She didn't want to be evil and she didn't want to hurt people, so she had to find a way out.

There was a man working at the front of the church when she walked into the sanctuary and Kaelyn dived into his mind quickly. He seemed taken aback at the assault and even seemed to know what she was doing,

"If you have questions for me just ask," he said kindly as he turned around.

"I just wanted to be safe," Kaelyn said lamely, "How did you know what I was doing? Most people don't."

"What did you see in my mind?" Pastor Jim Murphy asked kindly.

"That you know more than most and that I'm right, my foster parents are demons," Kaelyn said.

"Why do you think your foster parents are demons?" Pastor Jim asked.

"He said they were from hell."

"Who said they were from hell?"

"The yellow-eyed man," Kaelyn said.

"Tell me about your foster parents," Pastor Jim said.

"They're like most of the others I have lived with, except at times I swear the house smells like rotten eggs and their eyes turn completely black. The yellow-eyed man killed my family. He let me see inside his mind. It was like he wanted me to know what I could do. He let me watch the night that he killed my parents. I saw my mom and dad burning," Kaelyn sat down and started crying.

Pastor Jim swore in his head. This kid couldn't be more than eight years old and she was destroyed.

"I'm not destroyed. I won't let him destroy me," Kaelyn said stubbornly. "Do priests really swear like that?"

Pastor Jim had to laugh at her innocent expression. Pastor Jim thought for a few minutes, trying to decide which hunter he would call to take on this case. It had to be someone that was after the Yellow-Eyed Demon and someone who wasn't afraid of kids. Well there was only one person he knew that filled both criteria...

"Who's John Winchester?" Kaelyn asked.

"He's a friend of mine. What's your name?"

"Kaelyn Campbell, nice to meet you Pastor Jim," Kaelyn said smiling.

"Kaelyn, can you please stop reading my mind?" Pastor Jim asked.

"It's kinda hard sometimes, but I'll try," Kaelyn said. "Do I have to go back there?"

"Let me make some calls. I think it might be better for everyone if you disappear," Pastor Jim said.

"Where will I go?"

"Don't worry, we'll figure it out, I promise. Come on, I have a safe place for you to hide."

Kaelyn followed Pastor Jim down into a secret room in the church full of weapons and it had some strange marking around the floor.

"It will ensure that the demons won't find you."

"Ok," Kaelyn walked towards the little cot in the corner of the room and pulled out her PSP and started playing.

"Kaelyn, I need to check that please," Pastor Jim said. Luckily he found no traces on it. The demons didn't have a tracking system on the girl, probably thinking she would have no way to find help. Pastor Jim thanked the Lord for sending this little girl here.

Two days later John Winchester walked into the little room where Kaelyn had been hiding.

"I saw you. He killed her too," Kaelyn said looking at the man standing in front of her. She saw his hurt, the love he had for his wife, and his two sons.

John looked at Pastor Jim in amazement.

"Killed who, Kaelyn," Pastor Jim asked.

"His wife, Mary," Kaelyn said.

John physically took a step back. How did she know his wife's name?

"He let me see, because he wanted me to know about the others. Your son is Sammy, right?" Kaelyn said.

John couldn't help himself and he threw holy water on the little girl. She giggled. It was a musical sound that most little kids made that makes adults smile when they hear it and John Winchester shockingly was one of them.

"She's not a demon, John," Pastor Jim said smiling at his friend.

"I'm just freaking him out," Kaelyn said.

"Stop reading his mind and talk to him, young lady," Pastor Jim chastised.

"Sorry, Pastor Jim. Hi John, I'm Kaelyn and the evil Yellow-Eyed guy killed my family too. Let's go kill him, ok?" Kaelyn said with childhood innocence.

John looked at the eight year old little girl with long blond hair, cherub face, dimples that reminded him of Sammy, and pleading brown eyes and he smiled. There wasn't anything else to do; this kid was his first lead in almost fourteen years. He had to find out what she knew and he had to find out now.

"He left three days ago, so I don't know how much of a lead I am," Kaelyn said.

"Kaelyn," Pastor Jim warned.

"Sorry, it's a habit."

"One that you need to break, it's an invasion of privacy," Pastor Jim chided.

"She can control it?" John asked.

"Yes, in fact she hasn't been in my mind all day," Pastor Jim said.

"You kept thinking in Latin and it was boring," Kaelyn said smiling.

Pastor Jim smiled indulgently at the little girl, something John was not intending to do. If he was going to do what Pastor Jim wanted him to, he needed to set a precedent pretty fast.

"Kaelyn, you aren't allowed to read my mind anymore," John said.

"Why?"

"Because I said so," John said.

"That is the stupidest reason, I've ever heard in my life," Kaelyn said shaking her head and crossing her arms across her chest. There was no way this man could tell her what to do, no one told her what to do. If she wasn't afraid of the demons she sure wasn't afraid of John Winchester.

"Ok, I'll give you a different one. If you don't put some real effort into not reading my mind, I'll turn you over my knee and spank your little bottom until it's a bright shinny red."

Maybe she was wrong and she was afraid of John Winchester. She glanced quickly into his mind and saw the man wasn't joking. He would have no problem giving her a spanking.

"Just so you know, I felt that, but I'll let it go for now," John said.

"What do you want to know?" Kaelyn said sitting back on her cot.

"Do you know what they want?"

"Not really, they were really good at blocking me out. The Yellow-Eyed man only let me see what he did to the others. Your son, Sammy is like me. Did you know that?"

"What do you mean like you?" John asked deciding to sit next to the little girl on the cot.

"He's one of the Yellow-Eyed man's…."

"Demon," John corrected.

"Ok, demon's children. There's something else about Sammy and me, but it's really fuzzy. It was like he didn't want me to know everything, but this slipped by."

"What do you mean?"

"It's like we're part of the same family or something. It's not the same with the others, though. Just Sammy and me," Kaelyn said.

John looked at Pastor Jim confused.

"Ask her what her last name is, John," Pastor Jim suggested.

"What's your last name, kid?"

"Campbell. Why?"

John took in a deep breath and thought,

"She couldn't be."

"Couldn't be what?" Kaelyn asked forgetting completely about John's warning. Unfortunately for Kaelyn, John hadn't and lifted the girl up landing three hard swats on her small bottom.

"Those are warning swats little girl, next time you get the whole tamale," John warned.

Kaelyn quickly reached back and tried to rub the sting out. Tears ran down her little cheeks, but a look of defiance took over immediately. She was not going to let this man tell her what to do. John saw the look and it reminded him so much of Sammy that it hurt.

"You didn't answer my question," Kaelyn said rudely.

John pulled the little girl up, stood her in between his legs, and held her shoulders so that she would have to look him in the eye, something he had done many times with his boys. He wanted the little girl's full attention, he also wanted easy access incase an impromptu spanking was needed. He had a feeling that it just might happen, if she was anything like Sammy.

Kaelyn felt a little nervous in this position. Those stupid swats had hurt and she had a feeling that a spanking would hurt a lot more, not that she had any experience with that sort of thing.

"LET ME GO!" Kaelyn demanded using another gift she had inherited from the Yellow-Eyed Demon. John immediately let her go to his own amazement. It was like he had no power to control himself.

"Kaelyn," Pastor Jim warned. He realized immediately what the child was doing.

John shook his head, realizing what just happened.

"She can control people?"

"Only when she's angry or scared from what I've seen so far. She really needs to concentrate to do it," Pastor Jim said.

"I'm standing right here," Kaelyn grumbled.

"Add not projecting things into my mind to the list of big no nos, little girl," John growled.

"Like you'll know when I'm doing it," Kaelyn mumbled not quite softly enough.

John grabbed her arm and had her over his knee within seconds. Before Kaelyn could even contemplate what was going on she felt the first hard swat and she yelped indignantly. The second one was even harder,

"STOP!" Kaelyn demanded in a tone that usually made people do what she wanted, this time it had the opposite effect, John just swatted her harder and said,

"Not going to happen little girl. I find children have a hard time concentrating on anything besides their punishment in this position, so I don't think your powers of persuasion are going to help you out here."

After ten good swats, Kaelyn was crying out of pure frustration and pain. She had never had a spanking before and she always could make people do what she wanted. She couldn't make this man stop no matter how hard she projected her want into his mind. What was worse each time she tried, the force behind the swats increased.

"I can keep this up a lot longer than you can, Kaelyn," John warned as she tried to push into his mind for the third time. "In fact, Jim would you mind getting me a hairbrush or something else to help this little…"

"Nooooooo….Please….Stop...It really hurts…" Kaelyn cried not pushing into this mind this time, but actually pleading with the man. John landed three more swats and stood her back up. He pulled Kaelyn into a hug and the little girl broke into sobs.

When Kaelyn was finished crying, John pushed her back and looked into her eyes.

"Now let's try this again. You will not read my thoughts and you will not project what you want into my mind. Believe it or not, people know when you invade their minds, so even though you might get what you want for a moment, realize that you will get a spanking the minute my mind clears. Do you understand me?"

"Yeah," Kaelyn grumbled.

"The correct response is, yes sir," John said sternly.

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now that we have that straightened out, I have another question for you."

"Why do you get to ask all of the questions?" Kaelyn demanded.

"I'm the adult, kid. What was your dad's name?" John asked.

"Why?" Kaelyn demanded.

"Just answer the damn question, kid," John growled.

"Edward, now tell me why," Kaelyn demanded yet again.

John just looked at Pastor Jim.

"Don't you dare read our minds, little girl," John growled as he felt the slight pressure on his mind.

"Then tell me why!" Kaelyn practically yelled out of frustration.

"I knew him. Now wait for us here," John said simply, nodding at Pastor Jim and they left the frustrated girl alone.

Once out of the room, Pastor Jim asked,

"Guess, you're going to keep her after all?"

"What else can I do? She's Sammy and Dean's cousin. If we let her back out in the world unprotected, he'll get her. If he can get to her, he can get to Sammy," John said simply. He honestly didn't know what he was going to do with a little girl, but he owed it to Mary's family to keep her safe.

"Are you going to tell her the truth?"

"When I get back. I'm going over to her house and check it out. My bet is the demons are gone, but I want to make sure. I also want to get some of her things," John said.

"Alright, do you want some backup?" Pastor Jim asked.

"No, I won't go in if anyone is there. Plus, someone needs to keep an eye on the kid," John said smiling.

Kaelyn snuck out of the back of the church the minute both men left the room and found the car she had seen in John's mind quickly. She knew John was going after the man who killed her family, so she crawled into the backseat deciding that this was her fight too, no matter what John Winchester had to say about it.

All the way to the house, John felt something was wrong. His instincts were screaming, but he figured it was just nerves. He was close this time, it was only a matter of time before he caught up with the evil son of a bitch and he knew it.

The minute he pulled up to the house, Kaelyn made her presence known by saying,

"They're not in there."

John jumped and anger pulsed through his body at the danger this kid had just put herself in.

"GET UP HERE."

Kaelyn opened the door and got into the front seat with a very angry John Winchester. Something she really didn't want to do.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS IT IS FOR YOU TO LEAVE THE SANCTUARY OF A CHURCH RIGHT NOW?"

"No," Kaelyn said shrinking back at his anger.

"Little girl, you and I are going to have a very painful conversation the minute we are back in the church."

"John, I had to come. He killed my parents and I can help," Kaelyn pleaded giving him the best puppy dog eyes he had ever seen in his life.

"You're eight, there's not much you can do," John said.

"I project images into the demon's minds and I can read their minds if I try really hard. It's more than you can do," Kaelyn argued her eyes narrowing in anger.

"Listen here little girl, I've had about enough of your mouth so unless you want a sneak preview of event to come, I suggest you shut up. Now you'll stay in this car and not move a muscle. Do you understand me?"

"But…"

John grabbed her arm and landed an extremely hard swat. Kaelyn's eyes filled with tears immediately because her bottom still hurt from the spanking John had given her earlier.

"Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir," Kaelyn said tears falling.

John got out of the car and did the strangest thing Kaelyn had ever seen in her life. He poured a ring of salt around the car.

"Why…" Kaelyn began, but faltered under John's harsh glare.

"Keep yourself hidden," John said locking her in.

"Yes sir," Kaelyn said.

John made it into the house, but decided he would only do a preliminary scan. He couldn't risk any longer with Kaelyn being just outside. Within three minutes he found the bodies of the foster parents. He looked around finding nothing before heading up the stairs to Kaelyn's room. He quickly grabbed a duffle and shoved things into the bag. He would call the cops once he and Kaelyn were back at the church.

John got in the car and was greeted with,

"They're dead, aren't they?"

"Yes," John said softly.

"It's my fault."

"No, it's not.

"Yes it is. If they hadn't decided to take me in the demons wouldn't have possessed them," Kaelyn said simply and tears started pouring down her little cheeks.

"Kaelyn, you're a kid and believe it or not, you don't control the world. This is the demon's fault not yours. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, sir," Kaelyn said wiping the tears away angrily. She hated crying and had done more than enough around this man. "What happens to me now?"

"Oh, I'm giving you a spanking the minute we get back to the church for putting yourself in danger," John said simply.

"I don't want a spanking," Kaelyn whined.

"Sorry, kiddo. You're going to learn to listen to me and you need to know what to expect when you don't."

"Why do you care, John?" Kaelyn asked, she hated not knowing what people were thinking, but she didn't dare invade his mind again.

John smiled at the girl. It was a legitimate question.

"Your father was related to my wife," John said.

"So?"

"That makes us family, kid. I take care of my family and that's all you need to know."

"I don't know if I like having a family if it means you're going to spank me all the time," Kaelyn said glumly.

John smiled again,

"Why don't we make a deal?"

"Will it save me from the spanking?" Kaelyn asked hopefully.

"Just this once. When we get back to the church you will write two hundred times that you will stay where I tell you to."

"Like sentences?"

"Yes, like sentences. You will also go with me on a run to burn off some of that piss and vinegar you have running through your veins," John said.

"Ok, no spanking right?"

"No spanking," John said. "Oh, and Kaelyn, you will be going home with me tomorrow."

"For how long?"

"When you get married or go to college works for me," John said simply.

"You won't keep me that long. No one keeps me for longer than a few months. I'm too much trouble," Kaelyn said.

"Trust me, kid. My solutions to trouble will keep you in line."

Kaelyn smiled at the man and thought he might be right about that.