Title: Nine Months: The Epilogue

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Little Isadora Winchester was five years old. Count 'em: five.

With her dark, curly locks and bright, mischievous eyes, she was the cutest little girl that Sam had ever laid eyes on – and he doesn't mean to pick favorites, but that includes his oldest.

Sam was reluctant to let her go to school. He knew the boys would be after her.

Alexandrine just rolled her eyes at her husband, but she also knew that they were in for a handful with this one.

"Daddy," Isadora whispered to her father, "Daddy! Come see!"

The Winchesters – both families – had decided to take a trip to a scenic place called the Thousand Islands (A/N: Not sure if that's really a place or not; just sounded pretty, lol). The Islands had boating and swimming and older houses and antique shops: something for everyone.

Until Dean decided they weren't fishing.

So Sam took his youngest daughter to teach her the trade of fishing, leaving everyone back at the hotel. "Izzy," he said, looking down at his daughter, holding a rope that he was using for the rental boat, "stop. There is no one-armed, smoking man over there."

"Daddy," Isadora whined – for she hated her older sister's nickname as her own – and her father wasn't believing her, "yes, there is."

"Really," Sam asked. "I don't see one. Show me."

Isadora smiled, jumped from the boat to the dock, startling her father at her ease, and ran off toward a building.

Sam, left with no other choice, sighed and followed.

"There, Daddy," Isadora shouted at the top of her lungs, pointing toward an area that Sam couldn't see yet. "There's the one-armed, smoking man!"

Sam rounded the corner of the building where his daughter was standing, jumping, pointing, smiling with his lawyer stride.

And there was a one-armed, smoking man.

Okay, so Sam needs to work on the lawyer-ing skills.

He didn't believe his five year old was telling the truth.

And if he didn't believe her, what other innocent man wouldn't he believe?

A one-armed, smoking man?