Ch. 2 13 Years Later

In 13 long years Emilia went from a little girl, who grew up without a father and a overprotective mother, to a sixteen year old girl, who had watched her mother die, and was now on the run. It had been three months since she watched her mom die. She had no clue what it was she saw kill her mom. It looked like a monster. But, she knew that could not be. Monsters don't exist. That's what her mom always told her. But, then again her mom also always told her right before bed, that her dad loved her so much. Well, where was he now? She remembered very few things about her dad. All she had were photographs and home videos. And all her mom had ever told her was that he left them alone to protect them. Protect them from what though? All she could think about now though was finding her dad. If it was the last thing she did, then so be it. She missed him. Or at least what she could remember of him. The only thing she could think about, was if he wanted to see her again. But she had no one. With her mom gone, and now running from being put in a foster home, she had no choice.

Dean and Sam were staying at Bobby's, working on a hunt. After finding John, and having to burn his bones just a few weeks before, no one would admit it but things were still pretty emotional.

"Okay, so what? A shape shifter?" Dean looked up from Sam's laptop. Then, they heard a knock on the door. Dean walked up to the door and opened it to find a young girl with long dark hair and big brown eyes.

"Daddy?" Dean's eyes went wide. Frozen in shock. Dean was surprised. He hadn't realized how much he liked and missed being called that.

"Emilia?" She nodded as a tear ran down her face…and Dean's too.