Hey guys! Not my first story, but this is one I hope to finish completely. I would appreciate comments about any aspects within this story. Any questions, feel free to PM me!

Sadly, I do not own Supernatural. Emma remains mine.

Lavender Honey

My name is Emma Singer. I am sixteen and the adopted daughter of Bobby and Karen Singer. I am hunter, just like my family before me. I was adopted by my parents after a demon killed my mom. I was six at the time.

It was John and Dean Winchester who saved me. It was a 'right time, right place' sort of thing. I had lost the only family I had left, but, lucky for me, I gained a new one. Dean was also six, and became my best friend. Dean vouched for me to say with him after finding out that I had no family to go to. John was a bit skeptical, but finally agreed, if only to keep his son happy.

On our way out of my old town, I found out that Dean had a baby brother, and that his mother was killed in a fire by a demon, similar to the one that killed mine. Amidst my grief, I could not help but wonder what other things we had in common.

Throughout the some odd ten hours of driving time towards Blue Earth, Minnesota, to go pick up Sam, Dean's brother, I found out that his birthday is January 24th, his favorite color is green, and he absolutely loves Metallica and Led Zeppelin.

As we stopped for the night, I had told Dean all about my favorites: color, food, and my favorite drink on a cold day. We spoke of favorite pastimes, and what we, at six, wanted to do with the rest of our lives, even though we knew our lives were already mapped out for us. Random things that would became the staple of our times together.

When I really think about it, I miss those simpler times and how few days there were of this today.

I had only known Dean Winchester for less than a day, but at the end of that trip, I felt like I knew him for years.

After picking up Sam from Pastor Jim, we headed to Sioux Falls, South Dakota, to meet another one of John's friend, Bobby. I came to realize that John would not, or rather, could not, take care of me as he had his own two boys to care for. That's where Bobby Singer came in.

As we pulled up in front of the Singer household, I felt dread. I wondered what I would do if Bobby refused me. I had nowhere to go. Dean sensing my worry told me that everything would be okay and he would be beside me the whole time. I allowed Dean to drag me up the stairs where I could see a man and a woman watching me from the window. They looked nice enough, I thought.

I shyly greeted them and the lady bent down.

'Hi Emma, my name is Karen and this is Bobby. How do you feel about living here with us?'

It was at that moment where I know I would be safe. I jumped into Karen's arms and refused to let go. Within Karen's arms, I felt warm and protected. It was the kind of hug that my mom used to give. I blinked away the tears and for the first time in days, I looked forward to the future.

Hours later, after Karen had fed Sam, Dean and I, we settled in front of the television to watch The Lion King, when I felt an inkling of misery coming from Dean.

'What's wrong Dean? I'll try to help with whatever it is, I promise,' I asked.

'It's nothing Emma,' Dean replied.

'No', I insisted, 'there's something wrong. Tell me'.

'It's just… you're leaving. We might not see each other ever again. I just found you. I don't want to let you go'. I smiled and got in closer to him.

'You won't lose me Dean. I'm not about to let go of the one friend I have'. I never saw Dean smiled as big as he leaned in for a hug.

When it was time for Dean to leave, I refused to let him go. Hugging and crying with him. Dean finally pulled away, and promised me that he would be back in a couple of days. I walked him all the way to his car and as a final goodbye, kissed his cheek. I remembered something that I had on me that my mom gave me as a momentum: my evil eye necklace. I handed it to Dean, with the promise that he hold onto it until the next time we would see each other.

I waved until I could not see the car anymore and walked back inside the house where Bobby was waiting for me. I was a bit timid next to this bear of a man, since what happened to my father. Bobby, sensing my fear, stayed a good distance from me. He told me that Karen was upstairs readying my room.

'You want to see your room sweetheart?'

'I have a room?' I asked in awe.

'Of course you do,' Bobby replied. I smiled and walked forward and grabbed his hand.

'Thank you Bobby, for everything you and Karen are doing for me.' I saw Bobby's gaze become tender, as he gruffly beckoned me towards the stairs.

'Come on, let's go see your new room.'

I walked into the most perfect room I could have ever asked for. It was a light gray color, with a sleek black bed frame, a vanity with a mirror and a dresser of the same color. I felt the tears come in my eye when I saw Karen holding a white bear. I ran to her, thanking her profusely and going back to Bobby and giving him a hug. I could tell he was surprised but he hugged me back with great strength that spoke of love and care.

'Thank you guys so much. It's more than I could ever ask for,' I told them.

Bobby and Karen smiled at me.

'It's no problem sweetheart. Why don't you go to bed and tomorrow morning when you wake up, we'll go do some shopping?'

I nodded my head and snuggled into my new bed, feeling safe and content. Bobby came closer and gave me a kiss, and walked out of the room. Karen sat down next to me and pulled my covers closer and handed me my bear.

'What are you thinking of naming her?' she asked.

'I like the name Lily,' I replied.

'What a beautiful name, darling. Now you go to sleep, and if you need us, we're right next door. Don't hesitate to come to us for anything, no matter the time. Okay?'

'I promise. Goodnight Karen.' She gave me one last smile before getting up and closing the light and the door.

I woke up the next day to the smell of coffee, and pancakes. This brought back memories of my mom and I and how we would spend the days waking up early and having breakfast together. It suddenly occurred to me that, I would never have another day like that with her again and I started crying. When the tears had run out, I got out of bed and went downstairs. As I walked into the kitchen, I greeted Karen and Bobby with a kiss on the cheek. I tried to stay upbeat when I saw how hard Karen went through to prepare this lovely meal for me.

After breakfast, I went back upstairs and got dressed for a day of shopping.

And so my life as a Singer begins.