July 14th 1999, 2:17 am.

The small infant was wrapped in a soft pink blanket, being held in her mother's arms. Teresa smiled, a tear rolling down her cold cheek, looking into her new child's eyes. They were a green as her father's. The new mother now didn't question who the father was. The child in her arms had the same facial structure, not to mention, the freaking same color of lips.

It was as if Teresa was looking at the same man she met nine months before this day, but on her baby girl. The man that she made love to in the back of that old, musty hotel room. Teresa had told him to wear a condom, didn't she? But the child had much of her mother's qualities. The long eyelashes, the small locks of dark brown hair coming from her head, and the very pale shade of her skin.

"Are you settled on a name yet, Ms. Simmons?" the doctor asked, waiting patiently for an answer. Teresa nodded, feeling another salty drop slip out of her eyelid.

"Ella," Teresa stuttered out, remembering how long it took to make this decision all by herself. Searching through what seemed like thousands of name books, asking for about a hundred opinions. Teresa sniffled, clearing her throat a little afterwards, and smiled, pressing her lips together. "Ella Dean Simmons,"

June 11th 2008, 11:54 am

"Why do I have to do this?" Ella asked her mother, her short hair blowing a bit in the wind. Teresa sighed deeply, and knelt beside her child, gazing into her daughter's large green eyes.

"Because of this," Teresa answered, carefully grazing her pointer finger on the child's forehead. A week before, on the last day of school, Ella had been shoved off of the top of the monkey bars by a few school bullies. Next time, it'd be different. Teresa had promised her daughter that there wouldn't be a next time. But in her gut, she knew that her statement wasn't true.

Ella exhaled through her nose, pushing up her thick black glasses that she had just acquired this year. The young girl wrapped her arms around her mother, hugging her tightly, not wanting to let go. They stood in front of an apartment building in the center of Boston, the traffic practically circling the two.

"Uncle Nico will make sure you're all trained up for next school year. Besides, you probably have fun wit it," Teresa informed her daughter, breaking the hug, giving her a small smile.

Ella nodded, and broke contact with her mother, tearing up just a little. Teresa wished for Ella to be strong. To be like her father. Dean never knew about his descendant. Teresa didn't necessarily want him to anyways. He already had a job that took up most of his energy, he didn't need a child that was going to drain him even more.

When ready, Ella turned away from her mother, and strolled over towards the apartment complex, opening the door, and went inside. And with this, Ella didn't really bother to look back.

August 31st 2008, 4:26 pm

Ella trudged up to her mother, and hugged her carefully, but still having quite the grip. Teresa sighed in relief, and grinned, giving her daughter a tight squeeze in return.

"I missed you, sweetheart," Teresa whispered into the child's ear, afterwards kissing her softly on the forehead. The mother had probably lost a few hundred memories just by sending the child to her uncle's house. Teresa had even missed Ella's 9th birthday.

"I missed you too, mom."

Teresa broke the hug, and placed her hands on the child's shoulders, getting a better look at her. Teresa noticed something darker about Ella, something in her voice, her mood, her face. Just, darker. The mother asked Ella how her birthday was, and what she did over the summer. But Ella only blinked her large green eyes, and shrugged. The daughter had gained some dark circles under here eyes, and a fresh and vicious scar on her neck, sticking out like a sore thumb.

The mother widened her hazel eyes, staring at the jagged looking wound.

"Nico!" Teresa hollered, quickly looking up at her younger brother, who only made a nervous facial expression, and shrugged.

"Sorry! It was just an accident-"

The argument about the stupid cut went on for so long, Ella ended up falling asleep, thanks to sleep deprivation. She had noticeably lost a good ten to twenty pounds over the two months, which wasn't a healthy thing for the child's growth.

Nico had taught Ella well though. He was one of the best hunters that Teresa knew, (besides the Winchesters) since she quit the job. Teresa only wished for Ella to be able to defend herself. That was all.

September 6th 2008, 12:38 pm

"Hey loser!" one of the school bullies called out to Ella. The young child looked up from the swing she was sitting on, minding her own business. "That's my swing, you should know that by now," the boy snarled, pushing Ella's body off of the equipment, forcing the child to collapse onto the wood chips.

Ella groaned, feeling something poke at the scar on her neck. Her arms pushed her up from the ground, and her legs forced her to stand up, facing her bully who was now on the swing.

"What are you looking at, you freak?" he spat at her, giving the girl a look that would normally make her run in fear.

But this time, she only rolled her eyes, and walked closer to the boy that didn't seem intimidating to her anymore.

"God, what'd did you have for breakfast today? Carnation instant dick?" the nine year old girl asked, remembering the insult from a slip of paper that her uncle forced her to memorize. She felt a rush of adrenaline pump through her veins, mainly because she just said a bad word. She felt like such a rebel. Ella raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms and casually leaned up against a metal pole, smirking at the boy, chuckling to herself.

Unfortunately, her luck didn't last for long, when the boy who was swinging took his foot, and kicked her off of her feet, almost punting her back about five feet. Ella yelped, as she fell back onto the wood chips, landing back first. She groaned, hearing the older boy jump off of his swing, and take a few steps towards her body.

"When did you get this?" he asked casually, smirking down at her, kneeling beside her, and pressing his middle finger down on her neck scar, sending a surge of white hot pain throughout the targeted area. Ella balled her fists, whimpering through her teeth, before her foot acted before her brain could comprehend what was about to happen. Ella then kicked the older boy in the groin, getting him off of her, and giving her the chance to push herself up again.

The boy howled in pain, falling to the ground, his small hands covering his crotch, and wincing at the feeling. Ella felt something drip from the back of her head, but ignored it, scowling at the boy under her. He didn't notice right away, but got the idea when Ella quickly pressed her Converse covered foot on his neck. Or as Nico called it, 'A taste of his own medicine'.

The kid attempted to let out a scream, but came up with nothing, because of Ella's foot blocking all of his air passageways. He choked below her, widening his eyes when she tilted her head, and pressed harder, hearing her pupils surround her, and begin to cheer her on. His leg twitched a little, bumping into her own foot. Ella rolled her somewhat deranged green eyes, noticing the kid's struggles. She removed her foot from his throat, and quickly wrapped her hand around the collar of his shirt with a misogynistic sentence printed on the front, making a tight fist in the fabric.

"Now, if you end up telling this to any teacher, or decide to bother me or any one of these kids ever again, I'm gonna make sure your name is on an unsolved mysteries list," Ella muttered the threat into the older boy's ear, afterwards shoving him down into the wood chips, before she walked away, not bothering to look back at the kid on the playground, or anyone behind her really.

Well Teresa was right about one thing, Ella Simmons was certainly her father's daughter.