Thank you all so much for the reviews! I really loved them all, they mean a lot to me! So, thank you. Okay, here we go again. I don't own supernatural but I do own my OC Stage! But she's no dean Winchester. *pout pout* Please review!

"Ohh! What did they do?" Eli asked, jumping up and down.

"Well, let me think. I think, the story goes something like this…."

22 years ago…

S.P.O.V.

I sat in the corer with my arms around my knees and my head pressed into my arms. Mommy stopped scramming. Maybe they went away?

"Aw, look, she's so scared." I heard that evil voice say.

"It's okay little one. We won't hurt you," another one said.

"Ha, yeah right." I heard a laugh.

"Leave me alone. Please. Just go away." I cried.

"Aw, but the fun just got started." I looked up into their cold, lifeless eyes. And I cried again. I saw my mother lying in blood. Her blood. And beside her was my father. The evil man grabbed my arm and held it up to his face, breathing in.

"This isn't going to hurt a bit." he gave me a slicking, sweet smile.

"Well, maybe just a little." he laughed. I closed my eyes, and I heard the door being kicked in. I kept my eyes closed but I could still hear yelling and things falling everywhere. I started humming rocking myself backwards and forward.

"Hey," I kept rocking.

"Hey, it's okay." Someone stopped me and I looked up. It was a man but he didn't' look like the others and he had a nice smile, on his face.

"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." I believed him, unlike when the other man said he wouldn't.

"Are you hurt sweetie?" I shook my head.

"John, we have to get going. There might be more coming." Another man said. He was older, and had a baseball cap on.

"We can't just leave her here bobby. We have to take her with us, 'till we find someplace for her to stay."

"Alright, grabbed her." He tried to pick me up, and I pulled away.

"Its okay, sweetie, we're not going to hurt you," I let him pick me up and I put my face to his neck.

"What's your name, sweetie?" he asked softly.

"Anastasia," I told him quietly.

"Anastasia. That's a pretty name." We were outside by now, and I still had my princess outfit on.

"Mommy calls me Stage." I told him as he opened a car door.

"Stage it is." he smiled at me.

"What about my mommy and daddy? Aren't you going to help them?" I asked as he put me in the backseat, he gave me a sad smile.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I can't."

"Why not?" I frowned.

"You helped me." I told him.

"I'm sorry sweetie, it's too late." He closed the door, and got in the front seat. And I was thinking about what he meant, 'it's too late.'

Now…

"What happened to her mommy and daddy?" Eli asked.

"It was too late. The nice man couldn't save them." I told her sadly.

"But, but. That's so sad!" Eli cried.

"I know, baby, I know." I kissed her head.

"Then what happened?" I smiled, and went on with the story.

Then…

"Do you have anywhere you can go? Family or good friends?" the nice man asked me.

"I don't think so. If I can't go home, I have no where else." I cried.

"Shh! Shh. It's okay sweetie." he told me from the front seat.

"Are my mommy and daddy dead?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

"I'm sorry, sweetie." I knew what that meant.

"Where am I going to go?" I sniffed.

"Okay. Are you sure you have nowhere? You don't have grandparents? Aunts? Uncles?"

"I don't think so," I sniffed again.

"My daddy didn't have a mommy and daddy, and my mommy's daddy, died." I told him sadly.

"Shit."

"Oh! You said a bad word!" I yelled.

"I'm sorry sweetie. Won't happen again." I nodded and played with the soft ends on my princess dress.

"Okay, you can stay with me and the boys 'till we find someplace for you to stay okay?" he asked me, pulling into a place.

"Umm-hum."

He got out of the car and opened my door.

"Do you want me to carry you in?" he asked me. I shook my head and he let me out of the car. He held out his hand so I took it. We then walked over a curve, and he took out his key and put it in the door. I heard a T.V and then someone.

"Dad?" the voice asked.

"Yeah Dean, it's just me." he pulled me in the room, and then closed the door. I let go of his hand and hid behind him.

"Come here Dean, I want you to meet someone."

"Who?" I looked from behind the nice man and saw a boy about my age. He had short dark hair, and pretty green eyes. The man steeped away and left me out in the open. I saw the boys eyes go big, and he stared at me. The nice man chuckled.

"Dean, this is Stage. She's going to be staying with us tonight. Stage, this is my son, Dean." Dean kept staring at me.

"Dean." the nice man called him. He then looked down.

"Hi," I heard him mumble.

"Hi." I told him just as quietly.

"Where's Sammy?"

"Sleeping." Dean told him.

"Who's Sammy?" I asked, looking up at the man.

"My other son, you'll meet him tomorrow. I'm going to go check on him, you guys can wait here." he then walked away, and opened a door. Me and Dean just stared at each other.

"How old are you?" he asked me.

"I just turned seven!" I told him proudly.

"I turned seven a long time ago." he smirked.

"Oh."

"Nice dress." he laughed. I looked down and frowned.

"I like it!" I told him.

"You talk kinda funny." he laughed.

"No I don't!" I yelled at him.

"Why are you here?" he asked. I looked down, my eyes watering.

"Some mean people killed my mommy and daddy." a tear fell from my eye.

"Don't cry," he told me softly.

"I'm sorry." he said walking over to me.

"Why?" I sniffed.

"I don't know." he looked down and I smiled at him.

"It's okay," the nice man came back.

"Stage, you can sleep in Dean's room tonight, and I'll find somewhere for you to stay tomorrow, okay?" I nodded.

"Can I go to sleep?" I asked him.

"Of course." he nodded his head once.

"Dean, can you take her to your room and get her settled in?" Dean nodded and walked away. I looked up to the nice man.

"Thank you for saving me Mister." I hugged him. He patted my back once.

"You're welcome. Go on now, get some sleep." I walk away and went into the dark room dean had just been in. I saw Dean sitting on a bed and taking his shoes off.

"Is that Sammy?" I asked looking at the little boy sleeping.

"It's just Sam, and yeah, that's him." he told me pulling the blanket off the bed.

"He's cute," I smiled looking at him.

"Yeah, whatever." Dean said, not looking at me.

"Here. You can sleep in my bed, and I'll sleep on the floor." he told me taking a pillow and putting it on the floor.

"Why can't we both sleep on the bed?" I asked, frowning. He made a face.

"I can't sleep in the same bed with a girl."

"Why not?" I sat on the bed.

"You're a girl. I just can't." I pouted and laid down.

"You'll get cold down there." I told him.

"So?"

"So I don't want you to be cold." he turned and looked up at me.

"Why not?" he asked,

"I don't know. You seem nice. And I would be sad if you got sick, or something." I told him.

"I'll be fine." he told me, moving his blanket around.

"Please?" I asked looking at him. He stared at me for a minute then he sighed and got up.

"Okay." I smiled and moved over. When he got in the bed I moved over and laid on my side looking at him.

"You have pretty eyes." I told him looking into them.

"Thanks," he mumbled.

"Yours are nice too." I smiled.

"Thanks!"

"Is that man out there your dad?" I asked him.

"Umm-hum."

"He's very nice. He saved me." I told him.

"He saves a lot of people." he told me.

"Oh. Where's your mommy?"

"Don't have one." he told me quietly.

"Why not?" I asked

"She's dead."

"I'm sorry." I looked at him. He closed his eyes.

"It's okay."

"I bet she was nice, just like you and your dad." I told him.

"She was. Thanks, Stageie."

"Stageie?"

"Sorry, I'll just call you Stage if you want." he told me quickly.

"No, I like Stageie." I smiled.

"Okay then. Stageie you are!" I giggled.

"Dean, if my mommy and daddy's dead, who will take care of me?" I asked him sadly.

"I will." he told me with confidants.

"You're just a boy." I told him.

"Yeah, but I'll take care of you." I smiled.

"Goodnight, Dean." I said, sleepily.

"Night, Stageie."

**********

"Are you sure, Bobby? Anastasia Carter... parents Caleb Carter and Scarlett Carter."

"I'm sure, John. I checked everything I could. The girl has no family. The fathers parents were killed in a car wreck when he was a kid. He was in and out of foster homes for years. The mothers father died last year. The mother died in child birth. No one knows these people. They're like ghosts."

"Damn it." John rubbed a hand over his face.

"She's not even enrolled in school. They just moved here last week. Never got around to it."

"What am I supposed to do? Leave her on someone's doorstep?" John sat down at the table with a News paper and beer.

"Hell if I knew. Look, if you just leave that kid somewhere she's gonna get put in the system. She's gonna get moved around, and go to some shity family. Believe me. I know." John sighed, thinking.

"I can't just take her in, Bobby. I already have Sam and Dean to think about. Sam just turned four!" John exclaimed.

"I'm not telling you to take her in. I'm just telling you, that kids been through a lot. Having to watch her parents die at the hands of vampires. Now she's gonna go through some more." Bobby had him there.

"What about the neighbors? They'll go to the cops if the parents are dead and the kids missing." John pointed out.

"Taken care of," Bobby smirked over the phone. John rolled his eyes.

"Fire?"

"Fire."

"I'm gonna have to think about it." John sighed again.

"You'll gonna have to be out of there by morning."

"I know Bobby. I know." John sighed again.

"Just remember: This kid feels safe with you, and right now, you're all she has." Damn Bobby,and his points being made.

"Yeah, okay. Thanks Bobby, take care."

"You too. Tell the boys I said hi."

"Will do." John shut his phone with a lot on his mind.

***********

I looked up at the nice man as he walked back and forward. I took another bite of my cereal.

"Is he okay?" I asked Dean who was eating his cereal as well as Sam. He just nodded.

"I can't." he kept mumbling.

"Can't what?" I asked him. He turned around and frowned.

"I'm sorry kid, you can't stay with us." he told me. I felt my eyes water.

"But, but. I'll be good! I promise!" I cried.

"I'll do whatever you tell me to! Please don't make me leave!" he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Sam? Dean?" they both looked to him.

"How would you feel having Stage with us?" I smiled, hopefully.

"I don't care." Sam said, eating some more cereal.

"Dean?" the nice man asked him. I looked at Dean smiling.

"It's fine with me."

"Yay! Thank you Mister! I promise I'll do whatever you say!"

"I sure hope so…" he mumbled.

Now…

"He took her in! How nice!" Eli yelled.

"Yes, he was very nice." I laughed, brushing my fingers through her hair.

"What happened when she was older?" she asked, me with her wide green eyes. I smiled.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm getting there. I'm getting there…"

Okay, there's chapter two! Hope you liked it! The next chapter will be age… I don't know. How do you feel about skipping to age 13? Maybe 14? I'll see what I can do! And remember she just turned seven like two weeks ago (I'll work on birthdays later on). So she doesn't really get that she'll never see her parents again. Oh and when Dean said she talked funny, it was because Stage's mother was from England. so Stage picked up a slight accent from her. review! It means so much to me, and I update way faster! Have a great day!

~Angel