div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;"Chapter 1:/div
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div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Sammy, are you sure that this ghost won't hurt the kid?" Dean Winchester asks, pumping his custom shotgun./div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Dean, the spirit's keeping her alive for a reason. This is a poltergeist we're talking about here. They kill without rhyme or reason. If it's keeping her alive, it's certainly not going to hurt her now." Sam explains, pushing two salt cartridges into his own gun. Suddenly, an infant's wail pierces the dark night and the two brothers' eyes shoot to the house as they run up the sidewalk and burst through the door. A white bundle lays on the floor and a poltergeist leans over it, oblivious to the loud wails emanating from it. It extends its claws and slowly cuts into the little baby girl's cheek. She wails again, and sticks a fist out of the blanket. She curls it around the ghost's claw and pulls it out of her cheek and pushes it aside. Sam just stares while Dean fills the spirit with salt and it vanishes./div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Go help Dad burn the body. I got the kid." Dean says, pushing Sam out the door before the poltergeist can close it. As soon as Sam is out, the door closes and the lock clicks. He turns back and scoops the baby into one arm. The dresser shoots towards Dean, and he barely rolls out of the way, keeping the baby, named Ashley by her parents, who are dead, close. She keeps quiet as he pushes to his feet. Suddenly, the knives pull themselves out of their holder and fly toward him. He can't dodge fast enough, but doesn't need to as the ghost becomes visible and bursts into flames. /div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""I guess they burned the body, huh, munchkin?" Dean says to the kid, who coos and claps her hands. She grabs one of Dean's fingers and examines it with more thought than a kid her age should be able to express. John and Sam burst through the door to find Dean scanning the room with the kid still in one arm. He looks at his father and brother and grins./div
div style="color: #454545; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px;""Can we keep the kid?" He asks, busting out the puppy face./div