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What will happen to Emily Winchester and her tiny daughter Amelia? All will be revealed in this chapter! Will Amelia grow up having a mother or not? That'll be answered too!

Note to Readers: this story will span over quite a few years. I haven't decided how many yet but I'm working on it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or anything remotely related to it. I do own Amelia and Emily though! Yay for me!

"Dean!"

Dean opened an eye lazily to see his sister sitting on the edge of the bed. "Get up! It's late!" He rolled over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, his eyes slowly adjusting to the light.

"What time is it?" he asked and placed his forearm over his eyes to stop the flow of light, "it's around 11.00. Sam and I have been up for ages. Apparently he's still having dreams, this time they're about me. Not Jess." Dean removed his arm and sat up, "what do you mean, about you? He told me that he stopped having dreams after the Bloody Mary incident. Don't worry; nothing will happen to our little sister when I'm around!" Emily raised an eyebrow at him and stood up; then pulled the quilt off of the bed, causing Dean to scrunch up into a ball, "that's cold Em!" Emily stuck her tongue out and beckoned for him to follow her. He grabbed his jeans and shoved them on quickly, then pulled on a t-shirt. He found his younger siblings in the kitchen, his brother cooing over Amelia while feeding her, "dude, you're going all soft when Amelia's around, seriously" Sam shook his head, "Jerk" he muttered, and pulled the empty bottle out of his young niece's mouth. "Wuss. You need to toughen up" Sam raised an eyebrow, "not everyone needs to be like you, Dean." He retorted. Emily broke up the argument, "children, please! Dean, go sit in the corner for five minutes and think about what you've just said to your brother" she said sarcastically. " I have to say Dean, Emily's almost 5 years younger than you but she seems to have more maturity than you will ever acquire in your lifetime" Sam smirked at his older brother as Emily cracked up laughing, "shut up moron" Dean said angrily, "is anyone going to help me catch this demon or are we all just gonna sit here and coo over the baby?" Emily wiped her hands on the tea towel next to the sink, "Sammy, are you all right to stay here with Amelia? I'll help Dean next door and then you can clean up the mess afterwards." Sam coughed pointedly, "ummm, mess? There's going to be a mess afterwards?" Emily nodded and picked up the backpack containing her supplies, "naturally. Vampires don't just disappear you know!" she headed out the door, "we'll be back in about 2 hours!" she yelled when she reached the front door.

"Dean, what do you have against Amelia and Sam spending time together?" Emily questioned her older brother,

"nothing" he answered her immediately;

"it doesn't seem like nothing!" she said shrilly,

"do you have a problem with me having a child then?" she questioned him again, "no!" he retorted, his voice taking on a note of frustration. "so what is it?" she bombarded him with yet another question, "I'm just not used to kids, Em. The only kids that I know are Lucas, who lives on the other side of the country and Amelia. I don't have a very good connection with children" Emily sighed, "fine. Whatever. Let's summon this demon then and get it over with" she pulled out a knife and cut a small incision on her finger, then turned it upside down and shook a few drops of blood onto the floor. After a few minutes there was a rustling over by the door of the basement, "stay here Dean. When I say now, shine the torch straight in front of you" Emily snuck out from behind the pile of boxes and quietly opened the vial of holy water. She had removed her shoes prior to sneaking up behind the powerful demon and when she had her chance, dumped the entire vial onto the demon, "now Dean! Now!" she screamed and Dean shone his torch in front of him. Emily shielded her eyes and drove the silver stake into the collision spirit's heart. It howled and lashed out at Emily, giving her a small gash across the cheek. "Dean! I need the lighter, now!" her brother threw her the lighter and she clicked it, warming up the end of the stake. The demon dropped to the floor and slowly started melting. Once the spirit was just a puddle she sprayed it with petrol and set it alight, watching it burn with a slight smile on her face.

"are you ok Emily?" Dean whispered loudly, "I'm fine Dean. Another job well done for the Winchesters" she replied happily and picked up the stake off of the floor. Dean came out from behind the tidily stacked boxes and put his arm around Emily's shoulders, "that was one hell of a demon. Where'd you get that silver stake?" he pointed at the slim piece of silver she held limply in her hand, "I've had it for a while. Thought it might come in handy one day" she laughed off the shock of killing the spirit. They packed up their things, "hopefully Sam hasn't murdered Amelia yet. She can be a bit of a handful at times" Emily laughed and locked the front door behind her.

Sam opened his sister's front door to see his brother literally unscathed and his little sister covered in blood. "I trust it went well then" he said and stood out of the way so they could enter the house. "I'm going to have a shower" Emily looked disgusted with the state of her clothing. "where's Amelia? Did you get her off to sleep?" she asked Sam, "yep. She's sound asleep in the nursery. She was so easy to get off to bed" he replied. "good, I'm glad it was so easy for you. It takes me ages to settle her down" Emily said while hurrying up the stairs, taking off her jumper in the process.

Emily came out of the bathroom followed by a cloud of steam. It was her favourite part of the day; having a shower. She felt so cleansed and refreshed, almost like she didn't know anything about the supernatural world and she was normal for a change. That's all she ever wanted when she was a teenager, to be just like everyone else. Night fell quickly over the little town in Texas and Dean found himself occasionally falling asleep in front of the TV. Sam kicked him every so often to keep him alert. "you know that now we're in the house there's the possibility that the thing that took mum could come for Emily too?" Sam pointed out to Dean, who somehow found the show about the mating rituals of caterpillars very intriguing. "why would the thing that killed mum come after her daughter as well?" Dean questioned his little brother. Sam thought for a while, "do you think that maybe we attract this demon to houses of our relatives?" Amelia could be heard whimpering upstairs, "Emily'll get it, she's closer" Sam said confidently and drew Dean's attention back to the conversation. Dean held up his hand and listened to the murmuring upstairs, "it's good to know you're bonding with Amelia, Dean" he could hear, "Shit! The demon's upstairs, Sammy!" both the boys sprinted up the stairs and into the nursery. A woman of about 20 stroked Amelia's forehead, "such a pretty baby; such a pretty child" she soothed and turned to stare at the two Brothers. Sam noticed she had red pupils and bloodshot eyes. "get away from her!' Dean yelled and raced towards the demon, just to be knocked back against the wall. He slid down the wall, unconscious. Emily rushed into the room, "what's…" she trailed off as her eyes scanned the demon standing in front of her daughter's crib. "no! Amelia!" she yelled, but Sam restrained her, "don't! you get too close and you'll end up like the rest of the women in our family. Stay where you are" Sam explained calmly, then took a deep breath, "why are you here?" he asked the demon, who had returned to stroking the sleeping child's head. "oh, it's very simple. 2 months ago I found out that the sister of the famous Dean and Sam Winchester had a baby. We wouldn't want anyone taking up the family business now, would we? My boss decided tonight I would kill the young Winchester child. It didn't matter if you two were here when I took the child. I knew how to deal with dear Emily" the demon chuckled and picked up Amelia, "put her down!" Emily screamed and pushed past Sam, "Emily!" Sam yelled and tried to grab her, but it was too late. The demon stopped her in her tracks and lifted her up. She cut off her air supply and left her hanging in mid-air. Sam could see her skin slowly going blue and she rose higher until she hit the roof. Her hair spread out and a slash slowly started appearing across her midriff. Dean slipped out of his unconscious state and saw Emily on the roof, "no," he whimpered, "no! Emily!" he heard Emily gasp as his mother had when she was in the same position that fateful night in November, "Amelia.." she struggled to get the word out properly. Dean looked over at the demon holding Amelia, "don't worry Em, we'll look after her" he whispered and got up off of the floor, then charged at the demon, grabbing Amelia and Sam at the same time. The demon growled at Dean and pointed her finger towards Emily. Hell's flames engulfed her and she disappeared as the room caught alight. "quick Sam! Grab some of Amelia's clothes and whatever else she needs so we can get out of here!" Dean yelled and picked up a few blankets and toys. Sam raced over to the dresser and showed handfuls of clothes into a bag along with nappies, formula, and pacifiers. They raced out the front door dragging their bags and Amelia's pram. "wait!" Sam exclaimed and shoved the bags into Dean's arms along with Amelia. He ran back into the burning house and collected a few photos from the front room then ran out and joined Dean on the lawn, "we can't let Amelia grow up not knowing what her mother looked like. Dad almost made that mistake with me".