AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry I took so long to publish this. I ment to publish months ago but was too lazy. Once again, sorry. On ward

Disclaimer:

Me: I own the Impala!

Dean: Step away from Baby before I stab you in the throat.

Sam: DEAN!

Dean: What? Was it something I said?

Me: …..Please don't kill me, Dean. My non-existent readers need me!

Angel: Let's just get on with the story already!

Me, Dean, and Sam: Mkay.

Angel: I'm the only one that is her creation.

Angel POV:

Dear Diary,

Daddy just brought me and Deanie to Yellowstone National Park. I snuck away from them while they looked at geyser with the other people so I could see a buffalo. When I did find it, I spread my little white wings and flew up on the buffalo's back. Deanie freaked out when he finally saw me after searching frantically. Well, I have to go now. We are going to go get pizza and pie, strawberry shortcake for me.

Love,

Angel

I put my diary back into my Disney's Princess and The Frog backpack. I go to my duffle bag to pick out an outfit to wear today. Daddy and Deanie are still asleep so get to take a shower first. I grab my strawberry scented shampoo and conditioner out of my bag along with my strawberry scented body wash. It's none of that little kid ' No Tears' crap either. It's 'adult' stuff. I pick out a denim dress with ruffles on the bottom, a white jean jacket with no sleeves, and a brown belt with a brown rose on it. I will wear my usual black combat boots with it. Although I was raised by two men, I still have a pretty girly sense of style. Well, the fact that I am only four years old maybe the reason why I dress like this. Plus, mama used to wear dresses a lot so this reminds me of her.

I grab a towel and my step stool so I can get into the bathtub. I am quite short for my age. In addition, Deanie says that I am more intelligent than other children my age. Perhaps it is because I say things like; In Addition, Intelligent, and Perhaps. I don't know why I speak like a grown up. No-I take that back- I do not talk like an adult. I can't say strawberry just like most children my age. I try, but it comes out like stamewy. It is quite annoying because people don't take me seriously when I speak like that.

Right as I get in the shower, I hear daddy and Deanie waking up. Figures.

"Shorty? Where did ya go?" Dean calls. He has always called me shorty. Ever since the day I showed up on the doorstep. He calls me that because 1) I'm short and 2)I really love strawberry shortcake.

"I'm in the shower!" I yell back. Now that they are awake, I'm going to have to hurry up with my shower. Gods damn it. I know. I know. I shouldn't curse but I don't care.

"Hurry up! We have a demon we have to take care of." Dean says. I remember the first time I ever had an encounter with a demon.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Angelica Melody WInchester, you are NOT going on this hunt with us. That is final." says dad to my three year old self. I was wanting to go with Dean and dad to Greensboro, NC to gank a few demons but dad say I am too young and could get hurt. That is total bullshit. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

"Angie, you gotta stay here and hold down the fort for us while we are gone. If, for some reason, you can't get us on our phones, call Uncle Bobby. Okay?" Dean intervenes before dad and I get in a fight again.

"Okay, Dean." I pulled them both into a tight hug, " Both of you please be careful and come home."

"We will sweetie. I promise." dad had said. With that, Dean and dad walked out the door with their duffle bags. I grabbed my stuffed unicorn, Sparkles, and went to watch Dora on the T.V. One hour later, I heard male voices outside the door. I jumped off the bed and ran to my backpack, grabbing my knife and cellphone dad got me, and ran to hide in the bathroom. I locked the bathroom door and hid in a cabinet and sent a text to dad. It said:

Daddy, someone is outside the room.

I hear them trying to break in.

I'm hiding in the bathroom.

The moment I had sent the text, I heard the hotel room door breaking down. I pulled out the phone again and texted dad and said that they are in the room. Dad texted back, telling me to stay hidden and that him and Dean are coming as fast as they can. I stayed curled up in that bathroom cabinet for 8 minutes before my nose betrayed me. The dust inside the cabinet made me sneeze and I heard the voices stop. One set of heavy boots started making their way to the bathroom. I held my breath and jumped as the door was smashed down. The footsteps got closer and closer and closer to my hiding place.

"I know you're here, darling. I can sense your soul and grace. C'mon on out. Promise we won't hurt you," said a deep, scraggly, british voice. I was shaking and held tight onto my knife. A little sliver of light was shining through a crack in the cabinet. Suddenly, it dissapeared.

"Hello, darling," said the same voice. The door of the cabinet flung open, showing the man. He was tall and lanky with sandy hair and creepy yellow eyes. He smelled of sulfur and it was then I knew this was a demon. I ran underneath the man's legs and ended up crashing into his partner. This man had oily black eyes, long light brown hair, and was shorter than the first. I stabbed him with my knife which only seemed to make him more mad. He grabbed me from under my arms lifted me up. I screamed which came out very high pitched, like a whistle. He winced and dropped me.

When went to grab me again, I threw out my hand to keep him away and a bright white light came out of nowhere. When it dimmed, the black eyed demon was laying still, his eyes burned from his skull. I backed away and curled into a ball. A slightly stocky man with a salt and pepper beard, wearing a cap ran in. He said something in a weird language and Yellow-eyes' body fell to the ground, a bunch over black smoke spilling from his mouth. The man with the cap came over to me. He knelt down to me level and looked at me.

"Angelica? My name is Bobby Singer. I'm a friend of your daddy. He said that you texted him that people were here, trying to break in." He said. HE reached out to me and I stood up and backed away, grabbing a flask of holy water and throwing it in his face. "Bobby" looked taken aback and smile.

"It's alright kiddo. I'm not a demon." At that time, Dean and dad ran in. They both ran to me and check me over for any injuries.

"Thank God you are alright, shortie. Thank you, Bobby." said Dean

"Don't thank me, boy. The son of a bitch almost got her."

"From now on, we aren't leaving her alone again." said Dad. Now they take me with them on every hunt.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I pulled my hair into a ponytail and stepped out of the bathroom, throwing my stuff back in my bag. We loaded up in the Impala and started drive off. After first getting breakfast of course. I took out the first Harry Potter book from my bag and started to read to pass the time, AC/DC blaring from the radio as we drive down the highway.