Disclaimer: I own nothing but Emma.

"Mommy loves you, you know that right?" The five year old's brown curls bounced as she nodded her head, her daddy's green eyes staring back into mine. "Good. You know daddy loves you too, right?" I zipped her pink jacket and adjusted her black hat over her curls.

"Yes." I let out a deep breath, ignoring the pain of the sidewalk on my knees, and stared at my baby girl, really stared. She looked exactly like her father. Same eyes. Same freckles. Same lips. She was only graced with my nose and my curls. "Alright good. Now, daddy's going to pick you up after school so-"

Suddenly my phone started vibrating. I let out a sigh at the interruption before pulling the phone out of my coat pocket and glancing at the caller ID. Dean. I had to bite back a curse. Dean and I were in the middle of a fight, though we made sure Emma was never around or she was out of earshot when we fought. The last thing we wanted was for Emma to witness mommy and daddy exchange hateful words. Dean and I had tried, we really had and it was a struggle, to keep it together and play nice for our daughter but lately...well things just weren't like they used to be.

I quickly pressed a kiss to the top of Emma's head before mouthing 'I'll be right back' and turned, taking a few steps until she was out of earshot. I pressed answer, though I really wanted to press ignore."What." I didn't even bother with a hello.

Dean didn't bother with a greeting either. He got straight to the point, his voice monotone. I briefly was reminded of Cas. "I won't make it back in time to pick Emma up from school. This case is taking longer than we thought it would."

I glanced back to where Emma was, just to make sure she was still in the same spot where I left her, and smiled as she waved at me with a pink gloved hand, a small smile blossoming on her face. ..God she even had his smile.

I turned back around and took a deep breath. I wanted so much to accuse Dean of lying. But I knew Emma was what he loved most in this world, and he wouldn't purposely try to miss spending time with her. I clenched my teeth but refrained from starting another fight. "Fine.."

"Tell Emma I'm sorry and I'll make it up to her." Regret seeped into his voice and I almost, almost, felt bad for acting like a bitch. I knew that he realized Emma would be upset and that in turn had to upset him. She loved spending time with her father.

I complied and with that there was a short pause, awkward, before he hung up. Not even bothering to say goodbye. Or I love you. I suddenly blinked back tears as I realized how much I missed hearing him say that. As I realized I was really tired of fighting with him. I just wanted to makeup and forget about the last couple of days. Maybe I would talk to him about that the next time I saw him...

I sighed before forcing a smile. I would never let Emma see me cry or see how much I was bothered. I turned around, well aware my voice too cheerful to be natural. "Alright Emma-" But then the words got caught in my throat. My heart stopped.

She was gone.