Author: Andrea Beuficy

Genre: Family/Drama

Rating: T

Summary: Sam & Dean have little sister. And she's dying. Sisfic, don't like don't read. R&R please, first fanfic.

Mary Winchester rocked her 6 months old daughter back and forth to keep her from crying. She gently brushed her finger on the baby's soft cheek while her mouth whispering loving words in order to soothe the crying infant. Mary's blonde hair tangled to her side, she quickly tucked it back behind her ear, still mouthing to the crying daughter in her arms.

"Mommy?" The 6 years old Dean peeked behind the door. He stared at her wide-eyed with no sign of tiredness. Dean's sandy blond hair was a mess above his head.

"Dean? Come on in," she said to the boy. Dean quickly walk towards his mother with little Sam following him from behind. "I see you have company," Mary smiled at the sight of his youngest son stumbling behind his older brother.

"Mommy," little Sam mumbled, reaching for his mom's leg. He wrapped his arms around Mary's leg and hug her tightly.

"Hi, Sammy, what are you guys doing up?" She asked her sons. Mary ruffled Sam's hair lightly with her free hand.

"We wanna wait for daddy," Dean answered shortly. "Can we play with Kayline while we wait?"

Mary could feel Sam nod behind her leg. She smiled. "Okay, but be careful with your baby sister."

Dean's smile went wide as Mary sit on the couch so the boys could play with their little sister. "Hiya, Kay," he said, caressing Kayline's tiny arms gently with his fingertips.

"Kay!" Sam laughed excitedly as he get to hold her hand on his.

"Hi, boys," a male voice called.

"Daddy!" Sam shouted as the man enter the baby's room.

"Hi, Sammy," John said as he pick the excited toddler and cuddle him in his arms. "Dean," he ruffled the green-eyed boy's hair as he pace towards his wife and sit on the couch next to her. "You guys think she's big enough to play football with us?"

"No!!" Sam giggled while Dean simply shook his head, still with his mischievous smirk.

"You got them?" Mary asked, standing up and walking slowly into the crib and placing the little Kayline on it.

"Mommy, would you sing for her?" Sam asked with a big puppy dog's eyes look placed on his face.

"For her?" Mary asked her son. "Sure," she said. The boys stood still beside Kayline's crib and stare at their mother with a wide smile on their face.

"When I think back on these times… and the dreams we left behind, I'll be glad 'cause I was blessed to get, to have you in my life. When I look back on these days, I'll look and see your face… you were right there for me… in my dreams I'll always see you soar above the skies… in my heart there'll always be a place for you, for all my life… I'll keep a part of you with me… and everywhere I am, there you'll be…,"

By the time Mary finish the song, the boys were fighting hard not to yawn in front of their mother. "Come on boys, let's get you back to your room," John said.

"Night, Kay," Dean said as he kiss Kayline's forehead.

"Nite-nite, Kaylie!" Sam kissed her on her cheek. The baby yawned tiredly. John tucked his sons in and went downstairs to spend his night on his favorite seat, watching late night TV shows.

About one hour later, Mary awakened by the baby's soft cries from the baby monitor. She quickly gets off the bed and ran to Kayline's room. The young mother opened the door slightly, a figure of man was standing next to her daughter's crib. He put his index finger on his lips, "John?" He threw his hand and motioned her to go. "Is she hungry?"

The man turned around and face her, his eyes were glowing bright yellowish in the darkness. Mary gasped, and suddenly, everything went black.

*****

The 5 years old Kayline Winchester walked slowly to her oldest brother's bed. Her honey brown were bouncing in a messy ponytail on the back of her head. In her arms was a brown teddy bear with pink ribbon around it's neck. Kate climbed Dean's bed and slipped under the blanket next to her 11 years old brother.

"Kay?" Dean called sheepishly. "What are you doing on my bed?"

Kayline bit her bottom lip and turn around to face her older brother. "I have a bad dream," she said in a low whisper.

"What dream?"

"The scary man with creepy eyes…,"