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The Winchesters were still little. Sam was about six or seven and Dean... Well, you can assume his age right? They went with John to Minnesota, for a hunt. It was appareantly not all that bad but still worth checking out. There was a family in Vergas a small house, fair looking as well. An average size family as well. Nothing out of the ordinary about them. One boy, one girl. Twenty months, twenty days, and two hours apart from birth. It was so long ago, but the family was nice.

The girl was six, and it was almost Christmas, which was nearing her birthday. John had a feeling they would be there for it though, and long past that. Possibly till her next birthday, maybe John would leave his kids there, to have assurance that Dean and Sam were being watched over.

Now, well technically then's now, the couple's girl sat at the table. She was drinking some hot chocolate and coloring things in a coloring book her grandma had made her. "Mom, can we listen to the rain tonight?" Theresa, the girl, had wondered to her mom, Christa, who sook her head in disapproval. "I wanna go sledding in mister's yard too." She whinned as her brother came in and nodded jumping up and down in agreement.

"No, it's movie night tonight, but you can play in the backyard and make snowmen and snowangels." Christa suggested smiling lightly at her daughter.

Joseph, the older brother, looked up. "Snowmen!" He cheered, then suddenly got distacted somehow. "When's Dad getting home?!" He wondered with wide eyes. "I wanna see Dad!"

"Get on your snowsuit." Christa said.

Theresa turned away and shook her head. "Is gonna go a my room. I... I wanna play in my closet." She said smiling even more before opening the wooden door to the the stairs leading to the upper level then thundering up the steps on all fours. "Closet! Closet! Clo-set! Clo-set! Wee!!" She chanted happily then turing to the other set of steps to the next landing then through the hallway lead by the guardrail.

Not much later someone knocked on the door in the porch, and before anyone knew it Theresa was back downstairs in a flash. "Is it Dad? Is it Sherry? Sherry might have angel food cake! Ooo! Maybe she has orange sherbert?!" The child was bouncing around everywhere so hyperly she hadn't realized that their mother had opened the door to let a family of three males enter their house. "Chewy? Mom! Can I have some vanilla? Is Dad back yet?"

"Theresa, calm down. We just have some... Uh... Some visitors. Now say hi." She told the girl softly.

Theresa clearly did NOT comply as she ran into the living room and into the back porch locking it the old fashion way behing her. "GET AWAY!! GET AWAY!! GET AWAY!! NO!!! NO!!! GET AWAY!!! NO!!!" Her voice was muffled by the walls and windows as well as the distance. "I DUN WANNA!!! I DUN WANNA!!!" She wouldn't stop screaming and yelling. Her brother went to the door and the curious other kids went as well, following to the living room and against the door.

Joseph looked back at them. "She won't come out unless you go back to the front porch. Leave." He muttered softly and they sat on the couch instead from Dean telling Sam to sit there. "Do you want Mom to get some boxes? We could play in them, and we could even make a fort, Theresa." He whined trying to sound happy and encouraging. He peaked through the key whole and saw her eye looking back at him. "I'm sure we can watch that movie tonight! Maybe Sherry will come over with presents for you maybe Christmas presents too!" He said with a smile.

Up until then it was all going perfectly fine. Then there was more screaming and the porch's back door to outside swung open. A bare-footed Theresa was running out, hands to her ears, and screaming like crazy. "What the Hell did you do Joseph?!" Christa screamed with anger at the boy, but John who had followed into the room pulled her away from Joseph and started talking to the crying kid.

When Theresa calmed down she had passed out and fallen to the ground, as always. She lay on the couch under a blanket and pillows as well as the couch cushions. Her thumb was in her mouth, her eyes were closed, and somehow she lifted out of everything covering her, and onto the blue carpeted floor. Theresa groaned and shuffled giving herself rugburn and continued to growl at something.

"Joseph, is your sister alright?" Christa wondered from the kitchen as Sam and Dean sat at the table of the dining room which was between both rooms. The boy simply nodded, but quickly did a double take. "Is something wrong?" The woman wondered as she quirked a curious brow.

Joseph left his eyes wide, not answering the brown haired woman who was clearly much, much taller than him. "She... Theresa... Are you alright?" He asked as her slowly made his way over the his younger sibling. He gently shook her. "Dad's not going ot be happy if he finds out about your fit." He muttered crouching down by her and tugging on her hair.

Theresa rolled over, staying in the same place, and punched him in the gut. "NO! NO! NO! NO! Not again! NO!" She screached. "I REPENT!" Her words scared their mother who was surprised that her little girl knew that one word. "I REFUSE! NOT AGAIN!" She hollared as she bolted to the upstairs door that was locked, then fell to the floor screaming. "I WANNA SEE MY FRIENDS!!! UNLOCK THE DOOR!!! I WANNA SEE THEM!!!"

John, who had been sleeping, had hurried there and went to her side unlocking the door for her, opening it agains Christa's will and carrying Theresa up the stairs in his arms. Theresa immediately shut up, as silent tears rolled down her cheeks and wouldn't stop pouring from her eyes. "What friends?" He asked, and in response the girl screamed and shook her head. "What friends?" He asked intently watching the child in his arms. "WHAT FRIENDS?!"

Then there was a sudden deep voice errupting from what seemed like it was coming form everywhere. "LEAVE HER ALONE" It demanded multiple times in several different voices and tones.

"Giggy!!" The girl squeeled happily and squirmed out of John's arms. With great speed she ran into her room and closed the door behind herself, then headed into the closet. "Giggy! Giggy!" She echoed herself, and obvious smile in her voice.