Prologue 1

November 2nd 1984

John Winchester quietly shed tears as he looked at his two young sons sleeping in the small bed of an inexpensive motel in Enid Oklahoma. His sons, almost six year old Dean and year and a half old Sam, had fallen asleep just a short time before and John didn't know how he could raise them forcing them to travel all over the United States as he searched for what killed his wife Mary.

"Daddy?" Dean asked making John jump. "Why are you crying?" He carefully slid out of bed as to not disturb his sleeping brother and walked up to his dad and looked up at him with green eyes full of questions. "Is it because of Mommy?"

John slowly nodded bending down to pick up his oldest son. But before he could say anything there was a knock on their hotel door. The soft knock made his youngest son wake up and start to whimper. John felt his stomach flip with worry.

"Dean, take Sammy and hide in the closet. Try and keep him quiet." Dean nodded and quickly did what his dad had asked and picked up his brother who, once was wrapped with Dean's small arms, fell back asleep.

John took a deep breath before walking to the door. Once the closet door was closed John peered through the peephole to see the shadowed figure of a man whose face was hidden by a black hood. The man held something that wriggled and soon he saw a baby's arm.

John took a look over his shoulder before sliding the chain into the locked position trying to give his two boys a chance of survival just in case the man was hostile.

"May I help you?" John asked opening the door. A small pistol was hidden in his hand. But the man seemed to sense it and only smiled.

"John Winchester I'm not here to harm you or your two sons." The man's voice was soft speaking causing the young infant to yawn and gently fall back asleep. "I'm here to hand over your daughter."

John looked confused as the man turned and showed John the young child in his arms. The infant was only a few hours old and knew he hadn't been with anyone since loosing his wife a year ago. "How..."

"Mary was pregnant was she not?" The man asked his words making John's stomach flip as he nodded.

"But only a couple of months."

"But you knew. This is your daughter John Winchester. Your wife wanted you to raise her along with your two sons."

"But how can I? I don't have any idea what her name is...or how I can take care of an infant along with my two sons."

"Well, your wife gave her the name of Christina Amy. She knows you will be able to take care of both your two sons and her."

John nodded and slowly unlocked the door allowing the stranger to walk up and hand the young infant to John. The child flinched when she felt herself being changed to another person. John looked down at the child before looking up and was shocked to find that the man was nowhere to be found.

"Daddy?" Dean called slowly sliding the closet door to open and John could see that Sam had fallen asleep on the floor his tiny thumb in his mouth. "What's that?"

"This...this is..." John felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach as he closed the hotel door. He knew he couldn't raise a third child especially being so young and still go hunting for who took his wife away from his now three kids. "This is nobody. Someone left her at our hotel door. But we're going to be taking her to find a new Mommy and Daddy to raise her."

Dean nodded and smiled as her hazel eyes slowly opened. "But Daddy...can't we keep her? She looks like me and Sammy. I can help you."

John slowly shook his head as he gently placed the baby on the bed behind him. "Dean. She's much to young. She needs a Mommy and Daddy. We already have our hands full with Sammy."

Dean sadly nodded not wanting the young baby girl, who was moving her arms allowing Dean to play with, go so soon. John felt his heart slowly begin to squeeze as she began to follow Dean's finger and instantly began to cry.

"Dean go grab a diaper and Sam's spare bottle, please." Dean nodded and quickly went to work. John unwrapped Christina from the small blanket that was warm enough and saw she was indeed still naked. On her left ankle John noticed a small birthmark that looked like a pair of wings. John gently rubbed it trying to make sure it wasn't just a dirt smudge. He memorized the mark thinking this child was indeed an angel but knew that regardless he couldn't take care of three kids by himself.

"Here you go, Daddy." Dean said handing John a diaper and bottle. He had already placed the formula and water inside the bottle. John couldn't hold back the tears as he watched his son go back to check on his brother in the closet. John shook the bottle before placing the nipple in Christina's mouth. She began to suck it greedily and John placed a diaper on the baby while she ate.

November 3rd 1984

Early the next morning, John stopped in front of the police station and stared at the building. His two boys and infant daughter were asleep in the back and he shook his head before driving away from the station. He drove without a destination in mind until he saw a couple walking to their home carrying a small bag and looking sad. He noticed a small urn in the woman's hand and he stopped the car a few houses away.

Grabbing a piece of paper John wrote a quick note, telling who Christina was and when her birthday was before he folded it, and placed the note on the sleeping baby's chest.

Careful not to wake up his two boys John picked up Christina and exited the car. His mind was screaming at him to stop but his body kept walking before reaching the house where he noticed the couple. Looking down at the waking infant he gently placed her on the porch and knocked on the door.

It being still dark outside John was able to hide himself behind a small bush at the end of the yard. He watched as the door opened and the man walked out. Christina let out a harsh cry and John forced himself not to leave his hiding spot. He couldn't believe he had done it.

"It's okay..." the man said gently picking up Christina in his arms. "It's okay...you're safe now." He stood and looked around making John lower his head keeping himself out of view. "Where did you come from?" John breathed out slowly and backed up as the man entered his house.

John quickly reached his car and drove off. But as soon as he left the borders of Enid Oklahoma he felt the ugly stab of guilt enter deep into his stomach.

What did I do; he thought fighting back the tears that were starting to fall from his eyes. He knew he messed up but it was too late for him to turn back. His daughter he only got to know for less then a day was with someone else. A family that would keep her safe from the monsters that walked the earth. Hopefully.