Disclaimer: The characters of Supernatural do not belong to me. The original character of Evelyn Winchester does. This disclaimer applies to all chapters.

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update! I've recently started a new job while partially keeping my old one, and it's taken up a lot of my time. That and I've been suffering from a bit of the dreaded writer's block. I thought this story would be easy, but it actually ended up taking me quite a while.

This is my third multi-chapter Evy story, and my eleventh in total. If you have stumbled on this story, and haven't read any of the others, I highly recommend them. This story will make a lot more sense if you read them first.

I got this idea from a picture a friend of mine used to keep on the wall of her kids' school photos. It was a circular pattern with eleven photos on the outside and their senior photo in the middle. I kept getting more and more ideas for one shots involving Evy, but I couldn't quite develop all of them out. So I decided to write a short chapter involving Evy for each year of her life. In this first chapter, Evy is two weeks old, and John is having trouble getting her to sleep. It's big brother Sammy to the rescue. Hope you guys enjoy!

John was lost. Two-week-old Evy had been screaming for a straight hour. John needed sleep, and he needed it now. He was losing patience with a baby. He could handle fighting any monster, but apparently couldn't figure out how to soothe a little baby. Just as John was about to put her down and just let her cry, he heard a voice from the doorway.

"Can I try, dad?"
Ten-year-old Sammy was watching him. He was in his PJs, his eyes drooping from lack of sleep. Great. Two kids not sleeping. But John was desperate, and Sam had shown that he was good at comforting Evy ever since she'd left the hospital. So he gratefully walked over and placed Evy in Sam's arms. John watched, amazed, as Sam immediately went to work.

"Shhh. It's okay, baby. I know you're scared." Evy's screams immediately died down to a small whimper. "I know you miss your mommy. But you'll see her again one day. Now what's wrong?"

Little Evy seemed to calm more and more with Sam's words.

"Shhh. It's okay." Sam continued, lifting the tiny crying infant onto his shoulder. He bounced her up and down slightly. "Everything's okay."

Less than five minutes later, Evy was sleeping contentedly in Sam's arms. Sam mouthed a good night to his father then started to head to his room. John watched them go, but stopped Sammy just before he was out of sight.

"Sam?"

"Yeah, dad?" Sam turned and whispered, careful not to wake up the now sleeping Evy.

"Thank you, son."

Sam smiled and nodded, then turned and went back to his room. He passed the crib Evy had been sleeping in, knowing if he laid her down she would just wake up again in a few minutes. He laid down on the bed, placing Evy exactly halfway between him and the edge. It was fairly warm inside the house, so Sam decided she didn't need her baby blanket. He rubbed her stomach a little and whispered,

"It's okay, baby. I'm here. I'll always be here for you." He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight baby. Sammy loves you."