Emily looked out at the expanse of dry and dying earth around her. She felt as if she were walking down a death sentence. Celine told her everything would be okay, but she could hardly believe her at this point.

"Stop being a Debby Downer," Celine called out from the front seat.

"I'm not," Emily replied. "I'm being realistic."

"There's nothing realistic about this situation. You could at least be optimistic."

"I know... I just feel like this is yet another thing held against me over something I can't control. I didn't ask for this."

"I know, sweetheart, but we're going to get through this, all three of us. Right, Riley?"

A gummy chant of "mama" started beside Emily at the sound of her name. The dirty blonde infant with blue eyes who was clapping along with her chant.

"What about me, Ri?" Emily asked the girl.

Riley stopped for a moment, considering, before continuing to chant.

"What she's trying to say is that you should trust me. I know what I'm doing." Celine parked at a sheriff department and turned to face both girls. "I'll be right back," she said before exiting the vehicle and entering the building.

Once her mother was out of sight, Riley stopped chanting. She faced the older girl with the brightly colored hair and reached out to pat her cheek.

"Are you trying to tell me to cheer up?" Emily asked. At the answering nod, Emily continued. "I'll try, but I'm scared." The resulting pat was harsher. "Hey, I'm trying here. No need to hurt me."

Riley continued looking at the golden girl sitting next to her. She didn't like the darkening color that she saw entering the girl every now and again. She tried swatting it away, but it always came back. Riley made a move to swat at the darkness, when she saw her mother come back.

"Have you two been behaving?" she asked.

"Your daughter is a menace. She's hurting me," Emily informed Celine.

"She's not trying to harm you. She's just worried."

Emily gave a noise that let Celine know that she wasn't convinced. She saw movement from behind Celine. "Who're you?"

"I'm Sheriff Mills," the woman answered.

"You're Jody, I guess," Emily replied, deadpanned.

At the slightly shocked look on the sheriff's face, Celine gave the girl a slight smack on the back of the head. "Just because you know who people are, doesn't mean you shouldn't let them introduce themselves."

"Whatever..."

"Follow behind me," Jody told the older woman. "I know Bobby wanted to talk with you beforehand."

"Sure thing," Celine said, nodding, keeping her face open. As the sheriff walked away, the smile was wiped away. "Can you please cooperate? It's a life or death situation."

"But I don't even know what's going on. I just know that I'm needed for some reason. I know you know more, but are refusing to tell me."

"I... suspect what's going on. That's the only reason we're here. If that turns out not to be true, we leave. No ifs, ands, or buts. I promise you."

"Once I figure out what's going on, I'll be nice, if it's something I want to be a part of. That's the best I can give you."

Celine, sighed, as she turned the vehicle back on. "Deal."

They drove around for a while until they pulled in front of a house. The area was sparsely populated with other houses, but it was very quiet. Emily looked out and saw a man in a beat-up cap leaning against a rusted truck.

Celine hopped out of the driver's seat and got her daughter from the seat behind her. Emily reluctantly unbuckled herself and slid out as well.

"These them?" the man called out to Jody.

"Yep, said exactly what you told them to," she said as we leaned against the truck as well.

"I'm Celine," the older woman held her hand out. "This grumpy-pants is Emily,"

The man took her hand and shook it. "Bobby," he said.

"I've been told this is quite the situation."

"The boys and Mary seem to trust you, but we've been burned before."

"So you're here to check us out before then, I'm guessing. If you're going to throw stuff, I would prefer you avoided out eyes. Never know with that kind of stuff."

"I must say, I didn't imagine you bring a baby."

"Considering what I think's going on, I thought it was a good idea. That, and my husband's currently out of the country. No one to watch her. Plus, Riley loves making new friends."

"So, you know?" Bobby asked.

"I've been known to see things even if they're very small at the time. I've also been known to keep my mouth shut about things that aren't my business."

"Seriously, is anyone going to tell me what's going on?" Emily interrupted. "The secretness is getting kind of annoying."

"Patience," Celine softly admonished.

Riley made a large burst making her presence known, sounding as if she was yelling at Emily. With as much as it was possible, the baby sounded disappointed.

"Did she just scold me?" Emily asked. "I think I was just scolded by a baby."

"Either way," Bobby continued. "You've gotten passed all the warding so far."

"Does that warding mean we're good, or is there more testing we have to do?" Celine asked.

"Go on," motioning toward the front door.

Celine walked purposefully ahead while Emily dragged behind. Opening the door, she waited until everyone was in sight before she continued. The hall led into a living room where four people were in different areas of the room. The men she recognized as Sam and Dean were pacing with worry stabbing them in the heart. Mary and Cas were sitting, handling their fear much better, but it was present. The next thing she noticed was a small baby in Cas's arms and noticed that she looked exactly like her father who was giving her a soft look and smile as she slept.

"I'm guessing this little missy, is the reason why we're here," Celine announced herself. The two men pacing slightly jumped, not noticing that she had walked in. "Although I must admit, I don't understand how a small baby has the forces of hell after her."

"We're glad you could make it," Mary told the woman.

"I know you wouldn't have called us here if it wasn't important."

At this point, Emily had wandered her way in and heard the majority of the conversation. She stared at the child before nodding her head in determination. "I'm guessing that the child of an angel means lots of power to people. You know, if you wanted me to be a lot more cooperative, you could have just told me?"

Celine smirked, "I thought it was better to do it this way."