Elizabeth stared up at the man in front of her. She barely reached his stomach. "Ella, this is John Winchester. He was your mother's best friend," said the man who had held onto her small hand the whole funeral. She looked at the man holding her hand. His name was Harry. He was her father's friend, who had helped out with everything pertaining to her mother's funeral.

"Mr. Winchester, Harry doesn't believe me. The scary man will come again," she whispered, and John looked at her oddly.

"Go Harry. I'll talk to her."

Harry left, leaving her with the kind looking giant in front of her. He went down so she could see his eyes better.

"Now, Elizabeth," he said, and she instantly liked him. He didn't try and give her nicknames. Only her good friends could do that. "What was this about a scary man?"

"Mr. Scary Man came to my room every night. Mommy slept in my room too, and the man would just stand there and lean over me. He's going to hurt Mr. Harry tonight, Mr. Winchester. Please stop him," she whispered, and John nodded.

"Tell me Elizabeth, which of the rooms is yours?"

Elizabeth decided at that moment that she would like her new caretaker very much.

-x-x-x-x-x-

John Winchester had left her in a motel room with his two sons. The older one, Dean, was around 3 years older than her, and the younger one was three years younger. Dean seemed very big in her 5 year old eyes. Little Sam was fast asleep, and she was watching him sleep. He was a very cute toddler. She liked toddlers.

"So, Elizabeth. Dad says you'll be living with us from now on," said Dean, his eyes not moving from the tv.

Elizabeth nodded. "Mommy died. The Scary Man killed her. He said that Mommy was bad. That I should go with him. He said that if I didn't shut up, he'd hurt Mommy. I didn't shut up, and he killed Mommy."

Elizabeth had already cried herself dry, and screamed herself hoarse in an effort to have her voice heard; no one had paid any heed but John Winchester.

"My mom died too. Something killed her, but Dad won't say what."

Elizabeth nodded. She looked away from Sam. "What're you watching?" she asked, and Dean glanced her way fleetingly.

"Scooby Doo."

"I like that show. It's funny. But in the show, those things are people in costumes. Here, they're real, aren't they?" she said, sitting on the floor next to him.

Dean looked at her properly now, surprised. For a five year old, her mind had made the connections rather quickly.

"Yeah."

"So your Dad's gonna get rid of Scary Man?"

"Yeah."

"He won't hurt me?" she said in a small voice. Dean sighed.

"Don't worry Elizabeth. Dad's gonna keep you safe."

Elizabeth smiled at him, deciding that she like Dean very much.

Suddenly, Sam started wailing. Dean leapt out of his position and ran to Sam, trying to soothe him back to sleep.

Elizabeth walked up behind them. "Um, may I?" she said, and Dean nodded, placing the wailing toddler on her small lap.

She pulled out a flower. She smiled at the wailing baby.

Flower gleam and glow,

Let your powers shine,

Make the clock reverse,

Bring back what once was mine.

Heal what has been hurt,

Change the Fates design,

Save what has been lost,

Bring back what once was mine.

What once was mine….

The flower, which had been slightly squashed and very evidently whithering suddenly glowed and came back to life. Baby Sam laughed happily at new trick, repeatedly telling Elizabeth to do it again. Dean stared in wonder. A sound brought them back to reality. John Winchester stood at the door, his eyes widening for a moment and then becoming very, very serious.

"Elizabeth, I believe there may be a problem."

-x-x-x-x-

Elizabeth sat guiltily in front of John after the two brothers had been sent away.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Winchester. I really didn't mean to… Mommy told me I was a bad girl for doing it. But I kept doing it. I'm sorry. Please don't leave me here," she said in a small voice.

"No, Elizabeth, that's not what I wanted to say. You're a very special child, Elizabeth. You need to understand that. And it will be very dangerous to let you use your powers without understanding them. I went back, and the man you were talking about wasn't any kind of man. He was a demon."

"Like the creatures that live in hell?" she whimpered. John nodded.

"Why did the Demon Man want me?" she said, looking scared.

"I don't know, Elizabeth. But our best bet is to have you relocated. I have a friend who'll be more than willing to take you in. She's living in our home town, where Sam and Dean will be staying with another friend of mine. So you won't be lonely," he explained. Elizabeth nodded.

"I'm not a bad girl?" she whispered, her deep brown eyes big and watery.

John felt his heart twitch and he smiled at her. What had that woman told her?

"No, dear. You're not. Now, you can go to sleep in the big bed with Dean and Sam. We're setting off tomorrow."

"Ok, Mr. Winchester," she said.

"Oh, and Elizabeth?" he said. The little girl turned to look at him and he smiled again.

"I lied to Harry. I'm not your mother's best friend. I'm her brother," he said. Elizabeth seemed to take a bit of time to process this.

"So then you're my uncle?" she asked, in a manner that was so adorable that even the big, macho John Winchester almost went 'AW!'.

"Yeah. So call me Uncle John from now on, okay?" he said, and the girl smiled and nodded.

"Goodnight, Uncle John. I'm glad I'm not alone anymore."

John nodded and the girl crept into the king sized bed. He stared at the ceiling and sighed in defeat.

It was only a matter of time till the whole celestial war and his sister's actions caught up with him. He just hadn't realized that it would be this soon.

-x-x-x-x-x-

AN-

So? How was it? This is my first ever Supernatural fic, and there is a very high possibility that it will become AU after a point. I'm still watching season 2, but I know the basic outline of what happens in the later seasons. Maybe I'll stick to the outline, maybe I won't. we'll see when the time comes.

Till then, tell me what you think and I'll add more chapters to this fic.