Meanwhile in the future, Dean was going back and forth between his baby and his mission.
He visited her and Susan once a month until he started to get a routine. Fight monsters, hold baby, fight monsters, hold baby. He was happy with his half-and-half life. This continued for 5 months. When he got to her house on the 6th month the door was open. He got a bad feeling from the moment he saw that, she got cold really easily so she never would have left the door open. He pulled his gun out of the glove box and put it in his waistband, just in case.
Walking silently up the steps he opened the door slowly and heard an ear piercing scream. He ran through the house only thinking one thing, NO NO NO not his baby not Jo. The silence after the scream so was much more unsettling than the scream itself. It came from her locked bedroom door. He didn't hesitate to knock it down. Inside, Susan was lying on the floor, her throat sliced open, it was the first thing he saw. The second was the child, no older than 8 standing there and holding his baby.
Her back was to him so it was easy to put a knife in it. All that did was piss her off she whirled around still holding the baby and hissed at him with blood in her teeth. He expected her to fight him. Instead she just stood there definitely defensive but it was like she was had to just stand there and wait for him to hurt her.
He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, but he couldn't just shoot her when she was holding his baby.
"Come at me big guy, I can stand here all day." It was strange for something so cocky to come out of a child's mouth, but her eyes flicking to black explained that.
"You demon bitch, i'll ask you nicely one time, give me the baby."
"Considering you already stabbed me, i'd say thats the safest bet." She looked like she hated to say it, she would rather rip off his head than give him the baby but she handed her to him, carefully then stepped back like she was yielding.
He wasn't going to give her that option. He shot her right between the eyes, it didn't do anything but bring her down. The demon smoked out and he realized he just killed a kid. He couldn't think about that now, he had to get her out of here.
He drove like a bat out of hell thinking maybe if he drove fast enough or far enough away he could escape his past, it was naive to think he could escape anything, have a semi-normal life? Thats a ridiculous concept for someone like him. He wrapped his daughter up in as many layers of blanket that there was in the house and seat belted her into his car before taking off. He only had one place to go, one solid rock in this life of moving and running. The only reason his thirteen year old ass even had a license and a he came back with Bobby he was given a car and the license, his dad wouldn't even talk to him but Bobby helped him find a way to hunt and see his daughter. Now Bobby would help him find his dad and Sam, he couldn't raise her without them.
Unknown to him Cass was sitting in the backseat holding the baby up, thinking how in the world could he leave someone so important to this idiot who didn't even have a car seat.
The baby being about 6 months old now could look around and move around some, but she didn't, Cass's presence washed over her and calmed her down. She didn't cry or wiggle once during the five hour drive. She just stared at the angel Dean couldn't see. Cass was told, he can't interfere with her life but none of them knew how he was pulled to her almost like an invisible thread. When she was in any kind of danger or uncomfortable in any way he could feel it. He supposed that was the cruel irony of the situation. Like mother like daughter, he would do anything for this small baby, hell just hearing her name made him feel calm. He didn't choose this, he didn't want to be attached to any human, not when he knew the plan was to kill them all. At least she wasn't human, not in the least, and her status meant he would rule right next to her, but thats all in the future. He could see the future so clearly and this tiny little baby being held up by blankets in the backseat of an idiot hunters car, was at the center of it all.