Disclaimer: The characters of Supernatural do not belong to me. The original character of Evelyn Winchester does.

A/N: I am on fire lately! This is basically a sequel to my story Year by Year. It takes place during the story New Life, New Family, and I'm planning to cover Evy from age six until she gets married at twenty-five. Enjoy!

Year by Year Part Two

Six Years Old

"Cricket, I'm going to sit down for a minute, okay?"

"Can I keep playing?" Evy asked, out of breath and panting.

Sam laughed. "That's fine. Just make sure you drink some water, okay? I don't want you to get dehydrated."

"Thanks, Sammy." Evy said, running back towards the group of kids on the playground.

Sam chuckled to himself. Evy had been with him for two weeks now, and he didn't know why he hadn't thought of this earlier. They were still in the process of setting up their new house. It was quite the adjustment for all of them, but one that Sam was looking forward to. As he took his seat, he noticed an older woman walking towards him. She looked familiar, but Sam couldn't place her right away. She made it to Sam and cautiously asked,

"Sam Winchester?"

"Yes?" Sam answered. "Do I know you?"

"I don't know if you remember me or not, but I was Evy's principal years ago."

The pieces fell into place. "Mrs. Jackson?"

"Yes. How are you?"

Sam stood up and embraced Mrs. Jackson. She had been an invaluable help the first time Sam had raised Evy, while he'd been going to Stanford. She would babysit for him for free while he went to class, allow Evy to come to her house for sleepovers with her daughter, helped Evy adjust to being at a school where all the other students were years older than she was, and given Sam advice when he felt lost raising a child virtually by himself. She'd invited Sam, Evy, and Jess for holidays, knowing that their extremely tight budget made it hard for them to provide a decent holiday for her. After Jess's death, Mrs. Jackson had attempted to stay in touch with them, but it was hard with all the travelling that they had been doing. Sam released her, shocked to see her.

"I'm great. How are you?" Sam asked.

"I'm well. How about Evy? How's she doing?"

Sam's smile suddenly faded. "You don't know."

"Know what?" Mrs. Jackson asked.

Sam took a breath and glanced towards the Evy that was now playing on the slide. She was giggling and landed at the bottom of the slide flat on her bottom, which made her giggle even harder. She pushed herself up and started to go again. Sam looked down, not ready to admit the truth to Mrs. Jackson.

"Sam? What is it?"

"Evy died three years ago." Sam told her.

"What?" Mrs. Jackson asked. "How?"

"Complications from the flu." Sam said, keeping it as simple as possible.

"Sam, I'm so sorry." Mrs. Jackson said, shocked.

"Thanks." Sam said sadly, looking away from her.

Evy giggled again, and Mrs. Jackson looked over at her. "That little girl…"

"She's Evy's daughter." Sam said, praying that his cover wouldn't be blown. "She lives with me."

"She's adorable." Mrs. Jackson said. "She looks just like her mom."

You have no idea how true that is, Sam thought to himself. "Yeah. She does."

Evy suddenly ran up to Sam, still out of breath and panting.

"You okay?" Sam asked, amused at how hard she was playing.

"I'm fine." Evy said. "You told me to make sure I drank some water."

"Oh! Right." Sam said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the water bottle he had in there. It was over half empty, but he handed it to her. "Drink this, then ten more minutes and we head home."
Evy was taking a big drink of the water. She gulped and handed it back to Sam, nodding her head. She finally caught her breath, then seemed to notice there was someone else there. She clammed up; she wasn't good around strangers. She grabbed Sam's hand, and Sam made the introductions.

"Cricket, this is Mrs. Jackson. She was one of your mom's schoolteachers."

Suddenly Evy wasn't so shy. "Really? You knew my mommy?"

Mrs. Jackson smiled. "I sure did. You look just like her. I have a feeling you're very smart like she was, too."

Evy blushed at the compliment, and blushed even deeper when Sam said, "She sure is."

"What grade are you in, sweetheart?" Mrs. Jackson asked.

Evy looked to Sam in panic; she wasn't quite sure what to say.

"She'll start second in the fall." He answered for her.

"That's great." Mrs. Jackson said. "Well, I have to get going. You two have a good day."

"You too, Mrs. Jackson." Sam said. He gently prompted the still shy Evy by squeezing her hand. "Can you tell her bye?"

"Bye, Mrs. Jackson. It was nice to meet you."

"My, you are so polite. It was nice to meet you too, um…" Mrs. Jackson blushed when she realized she had forgotten to ask Evy's name.

"Abigail." Sam answered. Evy bit her bottom lip and didn't say anything.

"Abigail." Mrs. Jackson repeated.

As Mrs. Jackson walked off, Sam noticed that Evy had gone quiet. When Mrs. Jackson was out of earshot, Sam wrapped an arm around Evy's shoulder. He wanted to apologize for putting Evy on the spot like that, and tell her she'd done a good job with going along with him. But then Evy asked,

"Was she really one of mommy's teachers?"

Never before had Sam had to solve a dilemma so fast. Did he tell her the truth-that Mrs. Jackson had never met her mother and that he'd been referring to the older version of Evy herself? He quickly ruled out that option. If he told her that, he'd have to explain that there was an older version of her. But Evy was so eager for information about her mother that Sam hated to tell her anything that wasn't true. He decided to let her believe he had told the truth. One day he'd have to explain it to her, and he just hoped she would forgive him then.

"She sure was." Sam said.

"Why did you tell her my name was Abigail?" Evy asked. "That's my middle name. You don't use that unless I'm in trouble."
Damn it, Sam thought. Sometimes you're too smart for your own good. "I was just trying an experiment. See if you like Abigail better." Evy frowned and scrunched her nose, like she was eating a lemon, and Sam laughed. "I'll take that as a no?"

"No!" Evy said emphatically. She looked back towards the playground. "Can I go back and play now?"

"Sure, Cricket." Sam said. "Twenty minutes."
"I thought you said ten." Evy said.

"Well, I guess you're old brother's just a big ol' pushover, huh?" Sam said, tickling her belly to make her laugh. "Or…"

"Or what?" Evy asked.

"You can have twenty more minutes at the park or ice cream."

"Can I have ten and we do both?" Evy asked.

Sam laughed again. "Deal. Go, be free. Enjoy your last ten minutes."

Evy ran back towards the slide. Sam cringed a bit when he realized how dirty she was. He then cringed at himself when he realized that he had even noticed how dirty she was. Does that mean I'm turning into a parent now? He thought to himself with a smile. Evy called for him, begging him to help her across the monkey bars. Sam happily obliged, grabbing her and flinging her into the air to make her giggle before they made it to the monkey bars.