Disclaimer: The characters of Supernatural do not belong to me. The original character of Kayla Winchester does.

A/N: So I seem to have hit a bit of writer's block, so I decided tonight to try and create a story kind of like my two Year by Year stories, except this time with Kayla and not Evy. For anyone that may not have read my Kayla series, you can find them under my profile. Most of Kayla's stories start with The Things Unseen-(insert story title here), except for All's Well That Keeps Going. Kayla's entire story (and I mean entire story, as that one deals with Kayla from six months old to her turning into a grandmother) can be found under the current title The Things Unseen (Make the Soul Ache)-The In-Between. That stories a whopper, though, weighing in at 100 chapters. A seriously condensed version can be found under the title The Things Unseen (Make the Soul Ache). That's basically an abridged version and introduces this character for the first time.

Since I wasn't really planning to write this one, I can't really say when it will be 'finished'. I don't even really know what that will look like at this moment. It will give me the opportunity to do some material I cut out of my big Kayla story, so think of this as a sort of 'deleted scenes' type of thing.

It is midnight and I've been up since 6am. I'm rambling. Goodnight, everyone, and stay safe and healthy, as always.

Six Weeks Old

Sam had never heard so much screaming. Especially coming from such a little person.

Kayla had been awake for almost a full minute now. She'd been sniffly and grumpy all day, but generally either quiet or sleeping.

Jess, Sam hoped, had gone back to sleep. He insisted on taking care of Kayla during the night, since the majority of his days five days a week were spent at the office. Sam walked into Kayla's room, which had been Jess's when she was the same age. He flipped on the light and walked over to the cradle, where he found Kayla's entire little body practically vibrating from the screams. Sam felt helpless as the panic rose up in him, but he swallowed it down to help Kayla.

"Hey, baby. You okay? What's going on?"

When Sam reached a hand into the cradle, he got a clue as to the problem. Kayla was hot. Really hot. So hot she was sweating through her clothes. He didn't know what made him do it, but he immediately took Kayla's onesie off and left her in nothing but a diaper before picking her up. She seemed to calm a little, but she was still squirming and crying incessantly. Jess and Kayla's grandmother, Leslie, who had been sleeping down the hall, came into the room to join the two of them.

"Sam? What's going on? Is she okay?" Jess asked, worried. "Is she hungry?"

"I think she has a fever." Sam said. "But I'm not sure if she really has one or she's just hot."

"Let me see." Leslie said. She touched a hand to Kayla's forehead and drew it back sharply. "She definitely has a fever. Bring her in the bathroom, Sam, and we'll take her temperature."

Leslie was not a woman easily rattled, but she checked Kayla's temperature twice. It was 106. A few minutes later, all three adults were sitting in the pediatric emergency room, where they were immediately rushed into an exam room.

It was a terrifying night for Sam and Jess. Leslie was a little calmer, having dealt with sick kids before, and tried to keep to keep both the new parents from panicking. After the doctor examined Kayla, confirming Leslie's suspicion that she had the flu, and admitted her for twenty-four hours of observation and medication to try and bring the fever down, Leslie got an idea to finally calm the still squirming and fussy Kayla.

"Sam? Do you trust me?"

"What?" The distracted Sam asked. "Of course I do."

"I have an idea. Take your shirt off."

Sam shrugged and handed Kayla off to Leslie. He pulled his tshirt off and handed it to Jess, then took Kayla back from Leslie.

"Hold her right here." Leslie suggested, pointing towards Sam's heart. "Lay down on the bed and hold her so she can hear your heartbeat."

The second Kayla was against her father's chest, she stopped squirming and stilled. Her eyes became heavy and she was fighting sleep. By the time Sam was lying on the bed, Kayla had fallen back asleep.

"I knew it." Leslie said. "Sam, you might want to call out of work for a few days."

"She calmed down so fast." Sam said, amazed.

"Of course she did. She was scared but Daddy's here. He'll make it okay." Leslie said, smiling. She lightly ran a finger over Kayla's fine hair. Her temperature was going down. "Her fever's starting to break."

"Mom?" Jess suggested. "Thanks for helping us tonight. We couldn't have done it without you."

"That's right." Sam said, whispering so as to not wake the now sleeping Kayla. "Thanks, Mom."

"You two are very welcome. Sam, if she gets sick again, this helps a lot. Okay?"

"Okay. I'll remember that. Thanks, Mom."

Sam truly loved Leslie. He had never had a mother of his own, at least one that he remembered, and Leslie filled the massive gap in his life in a way he'd never thought possible before. He'd heard horror stories of bad mother in laws, but Leslie seemed as close to perfect as could be. The small apartment Sam and Jess had been living in when Jess got pregnant with Kayla proved to be much too hazardous for a baby. So, when Jess's father died, and Jess had ended up spending most days and nights with her mother anyway, the solution seemed to fall into place. The young couple moved in with Leslie until they found a suitable place to live, and Leslie expected nothing more from them some basic help with chores and groceries. You two have given me something to live for again with Kayla. Taking care of you's the least I can do. Leslie helped with the baby just enough that she helped Sam and Jess feel equipped to do it themselves, but made it clear that they didn't have to. Jess made her way to the bed and laid down on the other side of Sam and Kayla.

"Well, you two, I'm gonna head home, okay? I'll come back in the morning and drive you guys home." Leslie said.

"Okay, Mom. Goodnight. We love you." Jess whispered.

"Goodnight, honey. Goodnight, Sam." Leslie kissed her middle and pointer finger and blew a kiss towards Kayla. "Goodnight, little one. Grandma loves you."

When Leslie was gone, Sam and Jess found themselves staring at Kayla and then at each other. Despite the situation, both of them were smiling.

"I think we did good, Mommy." Sam whispered. "What do you think?"

"I think she's just perfect."