Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. I only own my character, Mary-Elisabeth "Emmy" Winchester.

Twelve years later, 1995 - Lawrence, Kansas

Mary woke up with a start when she heard a soft thud coming from somewhere upstairs. She groaned, smoothing back her hair before she stood up from lying down on the couch. I must've fallen asleep, she thought. Turning off the television, she slowly made her way upstairs, letting her hand stroke the smooth wooden bannister. Another sudden thud made her frown in worry and quicken her pace.

Turning around the corner of the hallway, she abruptly stopped dead in her tracks. A tall figure, dressed in a dark attire was standing in front of a bedroom door. He was turned with his back facing her. She nervously swallowed before silently taking a step back. Quietly walking backwards, she didn't waver her attention from the man. With shaking hands, she blindly reached behind her, searching for her bedroom door knob. Finding the cold metal handle, she slowly turned it, trying to make as less noise as possible.

Just as the door opened with an audible click, the man swiftly turned around.

Her eyes widened and before she could comprehend what happened, she felt herself being pulled to the man with an unknown force. She tried to struggle by holding on to the wall, her nails painfully scraping through the paint, but in vain. A sudden pain shot through her back when she got nailed to the wall, her toes barely touching the floor.

The man lowered his outstretched hand and Mary felt herself being released from the invisible hold but she still felt something keeping her against the wall. She tried hard to stay calm and hide the fact that on the inside she was scared out of her mind. She wanted to show him that she was stronger than he thought.

The man smirked internally, noticing her false pretense. He could distinctly hear how her heartbeat was increasing in an unsteady pace. He could practically smell her fear. Good, he thought, almost chuckling.

Even though she could only make out his silhouette, a shadow hiding him under an invisible dark blanket, she still knew with certainty who the man in front of her was. She would be lying if she said it didn't scare her, only she wasn't scared for herself, but for her daughter.

With every step the man took closer to her, the shadow glided down, revealing him inch by inch. He could practically taste the anger and fear radiating off of her, and to be honest, he kinda liked it. The more rage, the more powerful he felt. And she knew that. That's why she was trying hard not to look at him.

The man stopped an inch in front of her, their noses almost touching. He raised his hand and smiled when he saw her turning her head away from him, pinching her eyes closed. A soft touch on her cheek made her flinch and slowly open her eyes. The cold hand moved over to her hair before taking away the hairpin that held her hair in a loose bun. She felt her long locks fall down, tickling her neck and cupping her face.

The man leaned closer to her, moving his lips next to her ear and whispered, "Missed me?"

"Get away from me," she hated how her voice sounded. Strained and shaky, not the way she expected it would come out her mouth.

The man leaned away and stared into her beautiful eyes. He wanted her to look at him, acknowledge his presence. He wanted to see the fear and anger in her eyes when she looked at him. He cupped her chin with a hard grip, making her gasp in pain. She felt herself being forced to face him and she relented, knowing that in the end he always gets what he wants. But tonight, that's not gonna happen, she thought with determination.

"Look at me," the man commanded with a hard voice. He saw her blue eyes trail from his neck, up to his shin and suddenly she stopped when she reached his nose. He noticed her taking a deep breath before she swallowed. Her eyes then continued upward until they reached his eyes.

His bright yellow eyes.

Tears started to pool in front of her eyes. She kicked herself for showing her weak side, her vulnerable side. But on the other hand she was glad because it blurred her sight on his hideous yellow eyes. It made things at least a little bit bearable.

The man smirked when he got the reaction he wanted and released her. He took some steps back and trailed his hand on the wall behind him. With one sudden move, the man ripped the wallpaper off the wall. He laughed when he noticed the huge protective sigils painted in black.

"I have to say, you really outdid yourself this time," he nodded with appreciation before he addressed her with a smirk. "But obviously not good enough."

"H-how did you get in here?" she asked, hoping to god he didn't notice how her voice trembled in the beginning.

"The front door," he answered like it was the was the most stupid question. "I saw you sleeping so sweetly but I didn't had the heart to wake you up."

"How did you find out?" She couldn't believe that after moving out, he still got a hold of them.

"Oh, sweetheart," the man chuckled again, looking at her like she was a little naïve five year old. "Do you even remember who I am?"

She fixed him with a disgusted look, "Azazel."

"I'm glad you still recognize me even after I changed my meat suit. Do you like it…" the demon smiled at her, "Mary?"

Azazel let his hand touch a bedroom door, only his hand never really touched the white painted wood, instead his hand hovered over the surface. Like something was stopping him from actually touching it.

"You won't get past that door," Mary told him, internally smiling in victory. "We made sure of that."

Azazel turned around, facing the blonde woman. "We?" he questioned before he raised his eyebrows. "Ah, almost forgot. Johnnie boy's in for the count too, huh? Talking about him, where're your boys?"

"None of your business," Mary gritted, hating how she couldn't do anything, being pinned against the wall. She thought that as long she could get his attention away from that bedroom in front of her, maybe John would get back in time.

"So, I'll just cut to the chase, Mary. You know why I'm here," Azazel told her, fixing her with a knowing look. "You really thought you could hide her from me?" he questioned, anger dripping from his voice.

"It worked for almost fourteen months, didn't it?" Mary shot back, referring to the nine months she carried her now five month old daughter. But she soon kicked herself for saying it. She should distract him from her daughter instead of drawing attention to her.

"Look, I don't know what kind of spells you used to hide her existence from me but what's important now, is that I'm here!" he yelled in her face. "And I'm gonna collect what belongs to me."

"Don't you dare touch her, you bastard."

Azazel chuckled, rubbing his chin while shaking his head, "Oh, Mary, Mary, …" He stepped closer to her until they were only a couple of inches from each other. "Mary. Did you forget about our deal? Because I didn't."

"You didn't really think I'd give up my own child to some demon like you, did you?" Mary whispered, doing her best to control voice to not betray how scared she really felt deep inside.

"Why not? After all, you proposed," Azazel shrugged.

"Off course I did!" Mary yelled. "Anything to keep you from doing what you were planning on doing that night."

The yellow eyed demon let a finger trace the woman's stomach. "Oh you mean like, killing you?" Azazel chuckled as he felt her body tense under his touch. "You know, thinking back, it was a very selfish choice of you to make. After all, your innocent daughter is the one who'll carry the consequences of your stupid deal."

"Not if I don't let that happen," Mary challenged, determined not to let this demon in front of her win.

"Oh Mary, didn't your parents ever tell you that demons never back down on deals? A deal is a deal, and so is yours."

"What are you gonna do, huh?" Mary challenged. "There's no way you're gonna be able to get into that room."

"Maybe I'm not. But you are."

Before Mary could comprehend what was happening, she felt herself being thrown against the bedroom door. She hissed in pain when she felt the doorknob against her ribs.

"Open the door," the yellow eyed demon ordered with a murderous tone.

"Do it yourself," Mary shot back through gritted teeth. She felt herself being pulled back before she slammed against the door again. She let out another gasp when she felt the air being sucked out of her lungs.

"I said. Open. The. Door," Azazel commanded again, each singular emphasis on every word getting more and more vicious.

"Not even when hell freezes over."

Azazel was about to slam her back when he heard a soft whimper coming from the room. Mary looked alarmed, praying her daughter would just go back to sleep. The soft sound was getting louder until the baby started crying.

"Open the door, now! Or I swear, on everything that's unholy, I will burn this house down and finish what I should've done a long time ago."

Mary chuckled, licking the blood from her lip from when she bit it, "You can't. You need her."

"Apparently you forgot about your little boy, Sammy." His comment made a cold shiver run through Mary's body. "He's got my blood in him. Demon blood. And if you don't hand over your daughter, the deal is over, and I will take your boy," Azazel threatened. "But off course, not before I kill you. Your choice."

"Over my dead body."

The demon smiled wickedly, "As you wish."

SPN

It was almost three in the morning when John finally made it back home with his two sons. The fifteen and eleven year old boys carried their bags inside the house with slow, sleepy motions. They had just been woken up by their father and they honestly couldn't wait to get in their beds instead of squished up against the car seat. John chuckled when he saw his youngest son almost tripping over his own feet.

They just got back from a camping weekend in the woods. The boys have been nagging him for weeks to go spend some men-time , as they called it. He didn't wanted to leave his wife and young daughter alone, especially not when you know there's a demon out there who's out to get your youngest child. But Mary reassured him and reminded him of all the anti-demon precautions in their house. It still didn't put him at ease though, he made sure to call in every couple of hours.

The house was quiet, except for the noise his sons were making in the kitchen. Teenagers, he sighed, shaking his head before he decided to check upon his girls. The closer he got upstairs, the louder he could hear his baby girl softly crying. Quickening his pace, he reached her bedroom door and opened it slowly.

Making his way over to the white crib, he found his baby girl whimpering, swinging her tiny little fists around. John took her in his arms and rocked her slowly back and forth.

"Hey, princess. It's okay, no need to be upset anymore, daddy's here," he cooed, kissing away her little pout. He stroked her little tummy with his hand before she got a hold on one of his fingers and held on for dear life. John chuckled at the fierce grip. He stroked her soft cheek, almost drowning in her deep blue eyes. She was the spitting image of Mary. Gonna be heartbreaker, John thought, dreading the day she'd turn old enough.

"Dad?" John turned around when he heard his son. "Where's mom?" Dean asked.

Before John could answer, a young Sammy appeared next to his brother in the doorway. "Who's in the bathroom?"

John felt worry creep up into his body, walking over to his sons, he carefully handed his daughter to Dean. He could hear his boys coo over their baby sister while he made his way to the bathroom. He knocked on the door, calling for his wife but there was no answer. Walking past the boys in the hallway, he went to his bedroom to get the spare key. Rummaging through the box on the nightstand, he suddenly felt something wet on his t-shirt. Craning his neck to get a look, he noticed it was too dark to see. Brushing it away, he continued looking for the key when another wet feeling on his forehead stopped him.

Standing up to his full length, he wiped at his forehead and saw a red substance coating his fingers. Looking at the mirror in front of him, he felt his heart stop when he noticed the person pinned to the ceiling.

"MARY!"

The alarmed cry of their father, startled the boys and their sister. They exchanged one look before they hurriedly made a beeline to their parents' bedroom only to stop dead in their tracks with the sight in front of them. Just as John tried to reach for his wife, a sudden fire ignited in the room, engulfing their mother in flames, right in front of their eyes.

"MOM!"

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