When Dean woke up two hours later, he found himself stretched out on the couch with a still sleeping Rayan curled up on his chest. He softly smiled as he watched his daughter sleep, enjoying the look of innocence that spread across her features.

Dean couldn't help but think back to how normal his life had become over the last two years. He had a job, he had a kid, and about the closest he came to the supernatural was helping Bobby research every once in a while. He really couldn't believe how happy that made him.

A soft buzzing on the floor next to the couch broke Dean from his thoughts, and he slowly reached a hand down and picked up his phone. "Thank god you sleep like the dead, short stuff," Dean mumbled as he flipped open the phone and held it to his ear. "Did you tell her, Sammy?"

"Damn right he told me!" Jess seethed through the other end of the line, surprising Dean. "And I'm going to yell at you, just like I yelled at Sam."

"Yell at me?" Dean questioned softly so as not to wake Rayan. "Honey, I'm not your boyfriend. It wasn't my place to tell you anything."

"I've known you for a damn year, Dean Winchester! We're practically family. One of you should have told me about all of this," Jess continued to rant, oblivious to the protests Dean could hear Sam making in the background.

"I'm sorry, okay," Dean tried to apologize to the angry young woman. "But what was I supposed to say?"

"How about 'Hey Jess, before you get attached to my brother, you should probably know that we're ghost busters'."

"And you would have believed me?" Dean shot back as he laughed to himself at the mention of being a ghost buster.

"I believed your dad when he showed up here this morning," she stated bluntly.

Before Dean got a chance to answer, he felt Rayan stirring on his chest and looked down to see her green eyes staring up at him. "Hey Jess, give me a minute. Short stuff just woke up."

He pulled the phone from his ear and sat up slightly. "Afternoon, sunshine," he smiled. Rayan just smiled at him in return and then rolled off of him and onto the floor where Snickers was awaiting her arrival. After Dean made sure the little girl was situated, he returned his focus back to the phone conversation he had abandoned.

"Alright, here's the deal," Dean began. "Dad showing up at your place was a dick move, because he was just trying to get you to leave Sam. It's what our dad does, and I'm sorry for that. But I need to know if you're going to stick with Sammy, because if you're not going to, I need to be prepared to pick up the pieces of my little brother."

"Of course I'm staying with Sam!" Jessica replied in an offended tone. "I love the idiot, as crazy as that sounds. So I'm not going anywhere. I know that, he knows that, and now you know that."

"Good," Dean simply replied. There was a pause between the two as Dean waited for Jess to continue her tirade, and he was surprised when she spoke again how much calmer she sounded.

"Listen," she sighed into the phone. "I don't want to be left out of any more family secrets, okay? Sam now knows this, and I want to make sure that you know this too. The next time I come to visit, I expect a full rundown of every baddie that's out there from you, Sam, and Bobby. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes ma'am," Dean automatically replied with only a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Alright. Now that we've got that settled," Jess replied in an even tone, "I need to go pay attention to your brother who had been giving me the puppy dog eyes for an hour trying to get me to forgive him. Tell Rayan I say hello." With that, the line disconnected, leaving Dean with nothing but a dial tone.

Dean was dreaming again.

He could tell as soon as he opened his eyes and noticed the pond that was in front of him, sparkling blue in the summer sunlight. Dean was sitting on the same swing that was here two years ago when he'd first dreamed of this spot. He found it odd that he would be back here now, considering all of his dreams as of late had involved Rayan in some way.

This time when the presence showed up in his dream, Dean wasn't startled. Rayan was as familiar to him as the back of his hand, even if the dream version was much older than his little girl.

"Did you miss me?" Rayan chimed from next to him as she stretched her legs out in front of her. Dean took in her appearance, noting that she looked older than the last time she visited him in a dream. Her dark blonde hair was a little longer, and she had a new scar on her chin. But Rayan's face still held the mischievous smile and glint in her green eyes that even her two-year-old self had developed. There was no denying that this young woman next to Dean was the same little girl he'd just put to bed hours ago,

"You've grown," Dean remarked with a small smile. "How old are you now?"

"Just turned twenty a few months ago," Rayan smirked as she stretched her arms behind her head. "Crazy, I know."

"I'll say," Dean agreed as he turned his attention back towards the pond. "So, did someone tell you I was freaking out again or something? Because if they did, they gave you some bad information."

Dean heard Rayan sigh a little, and by instinct alone he threw an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side in a comforting embrace, just like he would his Rayan. The older version stiffened for a half-second in confusion before relaxing and leaning her head on Dean's shoulder.

"I sent myself," she said softly. "There was something I needed to warn you about, and this is the only way I could figure out how to talk to you. Uncle Cas will be so pissed when he finds out I did this, but I don't really care."

Dean frowned at Rayan's mention of this Cas guy again, because he still had no idea who the man was, but Dean chose to ignore that and focus on the fact that his daughter had snuck this visit past everyone. Whatever it was, she was obviously concerned enough about it to risk upsetting her family.

"What is it, short stuff?" Dean questioned as he rubbed her shoulder soothingly.

"You haven't called me that since I was seventeen," Rayan commented with a smile. "I miss that."

"Well then you should remind me," Dean remarked before refocusing the conversation. "Now what is it that's got you all worked up?"

Rayan hesitated for a moment as she tried to find the words to express what she wanted to say. Dean waited patiently, giving his daughter as much time as she needed. Finally, Rayan began to voice her thoughts.

"There are some things that are going to go down in the next few years. Some bad things, and they're going to be really important. Like important on a world scale." She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before beginning again. "So when you find out something about me, don't dwell on it for too long."

Dean immediately straightened up at Rayan's words, worry creeping into his subconscious. "What do you mean 'don't dwell on it'? You're my kid. I need to dwell on these kinds of things."

"No you don't," Rayan argued as she pulled herself away from Dean. "It doesn't affect me that much until I'm older, not when all the other hell's break loose."

"Seriously, what in the hell are you talking about?" Dean demanded as he looked Rayan in the eyes.

"Shit," Rayan mumbled as she brought a hand up to her face. "I guess Uncle Cas was right about not coming here. Listen Dad, I just need you to promise me when things start getting weird with me, you'll just let it go and focus on Uncle Sam, okay? And you have to promise me that you won't try and figure out why I can do what I do. It won't end well for anyone."

Dean shook his head back and forth furiously in denial. "Rayan, I'm not going to – "

"Promise me!" she demanded, clutching onto the front of Dean's leather jacket fiercely.

Dean wasn't sure if it was the desperation in her voice or the wild look in her green eyes that so matched his own, but Dean found himself slowly nodding his head in agreement with Rayan. "Okay, okay. I promise I won't look into…whatever it is that happens with you."

Rayan's shoulders sagged in relief as soon as the words had left Dean's mouth, and she released her grip on his jacket only to fling her arms around his midsection in a hug. Dean automatically wrapped his own arms around his daughter, and tried to soothe her once he realized that Rayan was shaking with repressed sobs. "It's going to be alright, short stuff," he mumbled into Rayan's hair in an attempt to get her to calm down.

It was only a few minutes later that Rayan had composed herself and was releasing her grip around Dean. She pulled back slowly and wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks before smiling up at Dean. "Sorry about that," she half-laughed. "I'm not usually that psycho, I promise."

"Believe me, I've seen a lot worse than that," Dean reassured. "Hell, Sam ten times worse than that now, and he's your uncle."

Rayan let out a loud laugh much like his own, and Dean couldn't stop the smile that spread across his own face. He hoped that they shared moments like this in her time. Moments where the two of them would just sit and talk and laugh about life. Dean couldn't believe how badly he wanted this in his daughter's future.

"I have to go," Rayan softly spoke as she stood from her spot on the swing. "I've been caught. Probably by Uncle Sammy. He always knows when I'm doing things I shouldn't be doing. Even though I'm twenty and perfectly capable of taking care of myself!" She yelled the last part up towards the sky, as if whoever was pulling her back to her time could hear what she was saying.

"Listen to your uncle," Dean scolded playfully. "He's pretty smart for a nerd."

Rayan smiled and started to walk away from Dean. "He'd totally punch you for saying that if he were here right now."

"Well then I guess it's good that he's not," Dean replied. "Not that he could take me anyway."

Rayan just laughed once before giving a small wave to Dean. "I love you, Daddy," she spoke softly before shimmering away, leaving nothing but empty air behind her.

"Love you too, Rayan."

Dean woke up with a start, and quickly realized that he was back in his bed at Bobby's house, and the only Rayan in his life was the two-year-old asleep her room down the hall. Dean flopped back onto his bed and placed an arm across his forehead.

"Son of a bitch," he mumbled in agitation.

Hello everyone! Once again, I'd like to say thanks for all the great reviews I've been getting. I really do appreciate all of the feedback. Now, I have a question for y'all. I have two directions in which I can take this story, and I would like to know what the majority of people would prefer. I can either a) continue with the story as is, and go at a slower pace through Rayan's younger years, or b) write a chapter or two up until Rayan turns 15, which is really when her story really takes off.

The reason I'm offering these options is because I'm not a huge fan of rewriting the seasons, and I'm afraid the fillers are starting to get boring. Just let me know your opinion, and I'll write whatever is requested the most.

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