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7th July. 1990. Mid-morning. Marble Dale, Connecticut

Babies aren't interesting at all. At least my baby isn't. My baby is perhaps the only baby that doesn't scream, she doesn't burp; she just sleeps as if nine months of doing nothing are really exhausting. I honestly wish I could be her. Just sleep, eat and drool all day long. I sighed and stroked her face again. I still couldn't believe that I was a mother now; a mother of an unnamed baby. Nevertheless John still hadn't called me yet, but I was okay with that, I really was. But because I couldn't even lie convincingly to myself I had tried again to call him again, this time I didn't leave a message. I tried hard to be the emancipated, independent young woman I had taught myself to be. I was failing miserably.

6th July. 1990. Evening. Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

It took twenty minutes to get ready and the Winchester men drove off to their destination. Sam was already sleeping again, his tiny face still crunched up showing his distaste of the situation. Dean sat next to his Dad, shotgun, resting his head on the window. John drove his car faster then allowed not one moment he had questioned, the existence of his daughter. He kept his eyes on the road as he was trying to make this seven hour trip into a three our one. And he really hoped that his sons wouldn't drive like this when they became adults.

7th July. 1990. Afternoon. Marble Dale, Connecticut.

My hair was undone, my pink sweat pants were hanging loosely around my hip and my oversized Hockey T-shirt had fat spots. I looked like a freaking social reject. A freaking social reject, that couldn't even cook herself proper food. Truth is I hadn't gotten away from my pregnancy eating habits. I still ate pickles with chocolate crème and even soup with gummy bears in it. It was awful and my Mum had told me several times since yesterday over the phone how unhealthy my habits where and so on.

With a resigned sigh I brushed my hair with my fingers and tied it into a messy bun. The baby was still sleeping so I made my way to the kitchen and started doing the dishes. About twenty minutes later I heard a strong knock on the apartment door. I secretly hoped that it was the pizza service but because I hadn't ordered one that option vanished. Because pizza was remotely healthier than pickles with cream, I decided that it was best to eat something with at least a little bit vegetables (tomatoes for your information). But in an afterthought I was probably my mother - again.

Reluctantly I opened the door. Shocked I sucked my breath in. "John?" I took a step back clutching my stomach but realizing at the same time that my baby was already born. If I wasn't frozen I would have laughed at this weird moment.

"Hello." He said eyeing me, at this moment I was painfully aware of my appearance.

"Hi." I mumbled unable to say anything intelligent.

"Can I come in?" His eyes were searching for something, probably for the baby.

I gestured him to come in. That was the moment I saw that he wasn't alone, two boys were behind him. If my jaw hadn't dropped before it was now brushing the floor.

7thJuly. 1990 morning, Hartford, Connecticut. Carol's motel.

It was night when they had checked into the shabby motel. John carried Sam inside wondering how the boy had gotten so tall and heavy in such a short time. Sometimes he wondered if he didn't spent enough time at home. He looked at his older son who was plodded groggily behind him into the motel, he had grown too and he looked more mature. He was already attending middle school and still, to John it felt like he was the same four year old from back then. With a deep sigh he laid Sam on the bed furthest away from the door and pulled the blankets over him. When he turned around he noticed that Dean had already pulled the covers over his head and was sound asleep. John removed his shoes and made himself comfortable on the bed, feeling tired he switched the light off. He lay for a good hour just thinking about what was going to change with the baby and how he was going to tell his sons that they now had a sister. Half-sister he added.

John awoke from the noises of the TV, kids where way to active in the morning, he thought as he got up. He prepared himself mentally to tell his boys what they were going to do today.

"Good morning Dad." Dean said without turning around. This boy sure was made to be a hunter, he always was ,sometimes painfully, aware of his surroundings.

"Good morning boys." He stood there grinding his teeth before he spoke up again.

"We need to talk." He simply said and sat down on the couch between his sons, switching the TV off. He sighed.

"This is about what we are going to do, today." He made a short pause looking at his boys. Both looked confused, brows furrowed.

"Umm, well a few months back I….I met a woman." Dean nodded though still confused he seemed to grasp that there was no hunt. Dean raised his eyebrows but John continued.

"And well…I…um…" Well, how to tell your eleven and seven year olds that you knocked up a random woman in a bar? John first thought about back tracking and not telling them that they had a sister, just the way he had did with Adam. He decided against being a coward and just split it out.

"And now she had a baby. From me." Dean jumped to his feet.

"You mean you knocked up some random woman?!" That boy watched way too much cable TV. But as much as John was shocked by what Dean just said he nodded.

"Yes I did and we're going to see her this afternoon." Dean shook his head.

"I don't want to see that woman." He spat out, obviously angered.

"We won't argue about that Dean."He jumped from the couch and made his way to the bathroom slamming the door shut. John groaned he knew that it was his fault, he had been the one being careless and now his sons where going to have to deal with the mess he brought them in.

"And what do you think Sam?" His youngest looked up at him and then Sam shrugged. "Is it a girl or boy?" I laughed relieved that he at least took it good.

"It's a girl." Sam's smile grew wider.

"I always wanted a sister!" He exclaimed beaming at John. "What's her name?"

John quickly realized that his daughter could be named Twinkle or Starr and he wouldn't have a say in it. To his horror Twinkle and Starr sounded remotely good to what her name possibly could be.

"Amanda didn't tell me her name. But I'm sure you'll love the girl anyways." The last part John added more to himself, reassuring himself. Sam nodded eagerly.

"Now I think we have to convince your brother to come visit with us." John got up and knocked gently on the bathroom door.

"Dean? Please." He sounded desperate.

"NO!" Dean yelled and John heard him slide down the door, he knew that Dean wasn't crying, he hadn't cried since he was six years old. But he was angry and an angry Dean is not really pleasant.

"Son, we need to talk about this!" This time his voice was stern, getting into his usual marine command manner leaving no room for arguments.

"But Dad…" Puberty, John thought and interrupted him.

"No, Dean we are going to visit Amanda. That's final." John could tell that Dean was pissed off, but he obeyed, opened the door and with a reluctant face expression he made his way over to his bad and sat there, giving John the best glare he could make.

Dean was in fact pissed off but not because he was already into puberty it was because he felt betrayed, in his eyes his Dad had betrayed his mothers memory and himself by just pulling another civilian into the world of the supernatural. His Dad had put their safety aside; that was what had set him off. Without another word of complaint or displeasure the Winchesters got ready and drove off to find Amanda's apartment. In the dark everything seems so different John thought and drove down the road. He came to a hold when he saw the two stories building where Amanda lived.

"We're here." John simply said and unfastened his seat belt. He helped Sam out of the car and walked with the boys to the stairs that would lead up to her home. It was a rather unconventional home, but because Amanda couldn't afford more she made this into her personal temple and comfort zone. With a sure pace John made to her front door and knocked. A few seconds passed till Amanda opened the door. Amanda's expressions changed between horrified, surprised and embarrassed, the later caused her to blush. "Hello."

She blushed even a little more and then said almost inaudible: "Hi."

John's eyes darted between her and the things he could see behind her; he searched for any signs that there was a baby. He grew impatient when he noticed that she wasn't going to move.

"Can I come in?" She stepped aside gesturing for him to come in. That was when she noticed his sons behind him. He saw her questioning gaze.

"Oh yeah, these are my sons."

Amanda's P.o.v

"Oh yeah, these are my sons." Nice.

I genuinely hoped that he had no wife in his suit case. I really hoped he had no woman anywhere, because I wasn't really prepared for a catfight or anything similar those women do to the woman's that banged their husbands. Oh well. Shaking my head to shoo those thoughts away I smiled at the two little boys.

"Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Amanda." The older one of the two made a face and crossed his arms over his chest. Ah well, I thought; at least there is no raging woman. The younger one, who was about eight or seven smiled and nodded extending his small hand.

"I'm Sam and this is…" He looked up to his older brother who still seemed annoyed and ready to jump me. "That is Dean."

Dean shot him a sour look. And I thought I was the only one with a sibling problem.

"Nice meeting you Sam." I shook his hand.

"Want to come in?" Both boys walked passed me into my apartment. I closed the door and turned around sighing and dreading what I had to do now. "So you want to see the baby?"

To say that John was drawn to the baby would've been an understatement. He couldn't stop looking at her, so I took the boys and gave them ,okay I'm not even going to pretend that I am good at cooking, ice-cream. Sam seemed to enjoy asking me questions about my life and had fun smearing the ice-cream over both of our faces. Dean on the other hand hadn't spoken a word or eaten any of the delicious ice-cream. I tried talking to him but he flat out refused to interact with me. ("And how old are you Dean?" "…") That's how the conversations seemed to be going. Me talking, him being silent, maybe he was just training for marriage I thought and got back to what I was doing.

"Amanda?" John called from the nursery.

"Yeah?" I called back, I was busy cleaning up the ice-cream that Sam and I had spattered all over the kitchen counters.

"What is her name?" He sounded unsure and suspicious.

"Uhh well, she doesn't have a name yet. I was thinking Vivien Leigh or Judy, but that just doesn't fit. So yeah practically, I just called her you and baby." I'm definitely a movie junkie.

"Vivien Leigh? Judy?" His head poked around the corner in the kitchen.

"You're kidding right?" I shook my head and smiled.

"So we have to think of a name?" He asked again, and I was damn sure that I heard relief.

"Mhm."

"How about…Jennifer?" He suggested. I looked at him in horror.

"Ashley?"

"No."

"Sarah?"

"Eww."

"Vanessa?"

"God no!"

"Nicole?"

"What are you…?"

"How 'bout Tiffany?"

"Is this getting worse?"

"Michelle?"

"Nope."

"Twinkle?"

"Twinkle sounds lovely!"

9th July. 1990, Marble Dale, Connecticut, Amanda's home.

Two days later we finally found her name. We were on our way to the grocery store when one of the favorite songs of my father came to play on the radio.

"That's it!" I said looking at John with wide eyes jumping up and down in my car seat.

"What is it?" He grabbed the wheel I had let go when I was jumping up and down.

"Love grows where my Rosemary goes!" He looked at me confused.

"Love grows where my Rosemary goes?" His eyebrows were raised.

"The song!" I said looking at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world. It seemed like he didn't catch that.

"What about this song?"

"It's her name!" I exclaimed John looked at me like I had lost it.

"Amanda…Could you please explain it to me and put your hands back on the wheel?" I put my hands back on the wheel and stared at him.

"It's Rosemary." He looked at me and then to the backseat where the baby was sleeping.

"Rosemary?" I smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "I like it…Rosemary." He looked at her again and then nodded. Rosemary Winchester; my baby. Ahem, our baby.

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