I do not own Supernatural characters, but I do own Emma. This is my first Supernatural fanfic and probably has a lot of mistakes. I'll try my best to put in quotes from the episodes into the fic as best as I can, of course then the quotes used from the episodes wouldn't be by me. Well enjoy my work in progress ;

Sorry for the language. (Yes, swearing is included ;)


Chapter One

John Winchester slowly cradled baby Emma into her crib. Her soothing slow breathing calmed him down. His trip back from hunting a Wendigo had brought fresh marks onto his arms. Sam and Dean silently crept into the nursery to say goodnight to their cousin. Dean leaned and kissed her soft blonde hair and smiled at his father, he gave a nod and Sam also leaned in to give his goodnight kiss (John had to lift him into the crib, Sammy is four and Dean in eight).

John silently turned on the baby monitor and closed the door to the nursery and tucked in his two sons.

"Daddy, is Emma staying with us?" Sam asked.

"Yes Sammy… Emma is staying with us until we can find an appropriate home for her."

"Wait! You mean she's not going to live with us forever?" Dean said, sitting up hastily.

"All in good time we'll have to see, Dean. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Replied the two boys.

John crept downstairs to make sure the doors were locked and the windows latched. He took off his brown boots and sat on the couch, he was exhausted. He pulled out the wrinkled newspaper and started to search through the labyrinth of words for something supernatural. He clenched the red pen in between his teeth, waiting to circle something. Creak! John looked up. No one was there.

Must be the wind. He thought, but he listened more carefully this time. A faint cry could be heard through the monitor.

"Emma…!" John got up and ran upstairs.

John opened the nursery and Emma was on the wooden floor drawing lines on the ground with pink chalk. Weird symbols that looked vaguely familiar to him. He walked closer to Emma; she looked up at him giggling, dribble ran down her chin. Her baby gown was smeared with pink powder from the chalk. John picked up the baby and went into the boy's room. At the sight of the two boys, Emma started to squabble towards them.

"Dean, Sam, I think Emma wants to stay the night over on your beds. I have to clean up the mess she made. Make sure she's in between and don't let her out of your sight. You hear?"

"Yes sir." Sam and Dean mumbled from fatigue.

Dean tickled little Emma's chin, she giggled showing two front teeth. Her blue eyes dazzled in the lamp light. Sam picked her up and started playing flying-peter-pan with her. Dean shook his head with the childishness those two were. He picked up Emma back from Sam and looked at her in the eye.

"Who's the coolest cousin Emma? Say De-an. Can you say Dean?"

Emma laughed and started blowing spit bubbles.

John went back into the nursery. He sighed at the chalk markings on the ground. It was the Jewish star in a circle with tiny inscriptions of circles or triangles on the outside. John knelt down and traced the marks of the symbol with his index finger. How did she do this? He questioned himself. There was a scraping sound and the window flew open. A wraith like figure but no more than a wisp crawled into the nursery. It scrutinized the crib, running its rotting fingers on the wooden edges. It made low rasping noises, and slowly progressed towards John. He reached for his .45 but he had left it downstairs for Dean to clean. The wraith came closer, stepping over the symbol. Fwoom! John backed away from the glowing pink light from the symbol. The wraith withered and doubled over until it evaporated into the lamp light into little moths. John was perplexed. He walked out into the hall and peeked into the boy's room. He watched Emma giggling and dribbling down her front. There's no way a baby could do that! Does she have some sort of power? And the important thing is she somehow figured out that something was going to come into the nursery. What's going on?

"Can you say De-an? Say De-an."

Five years later.

Emma jumped down the steps two-by-two. Her braids flapping behind her.

"Emma don't jump down the stairs!" John called from the living room.

"Okay!"

Emma tip-toed down. Sam poked his head round the corner and went "boo!" Emma giggled and jumped onto Sam's back.

"Happy birthday Sammy!"

Emma wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a baby kiss on the cheeks.

"Thanks Emma!" Sam smiled, "Do you know how old I am?"

Sam watched as Emma furrowed her brows together in deep concentration.

"I'm nine! Dean should be back soon, you want to jump him?"

"Ya!"

She jumped off Sam's back and crouched onto the window sill. Her rosy cheeks gleamed as Dean's bike pulled up onto the driveway.

"Dean!"

"Hey Emma Leigh! Who's the coolest cousin? Say Dean!"

She beamed, smiling a genuine pearl smile.

"Hey Sam, I got you a cake, you and Emma can eat it in the Kitchen."

"Isn't Dean going to have some?" Emma asked.

"No," Sam shook his head, "he considers it baby food." He patted her head.

"But it taste good." Emma pouted and looked at Dean who was cleaning the .22 gauge.

Sam sighed. He passed her some cake across from the table with a fork. He cut another slice for himself and started to eat. Emma hated silence. She kind-of fears it. "Wait Sammy! We have to sing happy birthday first!"

Sam smiled. "Alright. But you have to do the singing, 'kay?"

Emma nodded.

♪Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to Sammy!

Happy birthday to you♫

Dean listened from the kitchen door as Emma sang happy birthday to Sam. He smiled as Emma ate like a baby pig, wolfing down the cake.

Sam Laughing at Emma when cream had found its way onto her nose. Dean's smile faltered. He wished he didn't grow up so fast.

Three years later.

"Emma get down here!" Yelled Sam.

Emma meekly walked down the stairs holding onto the railing for support. Her pale-blonde hair brushing against her thin bony shoulders.

"Yes Sammy?" Her voice quivered.

"How many times did I tell you not to play with the .22 gauge? It's not a toy? Why can't you play with dolls like any other normal girl?"

Emma pouted. Her lower lip curled under. "But Sammy! I don't want to be like 'any other girl', I like who I am. I have two awesome cousins and I want to go on hunts too! Besides, your dad gave it to me to clean! Go ask him!"

Sam sulked. He liked his little cousin, but sometimes her boyish mind controls her, completely. He had once found her wearing his boxers when she was four.

"I know I know. But, Emma. Promise me you'll only clean a gun when dad, Dean or me is present, not hiding it under the four-poster alright Emi?"

Emma nodded. She hugged Sam and ran into the kitchen where Dean was piling his bowl with cereal.

"Hey Emma-Leigh! What was Sam all angry about? It's really early for him to be fuming."

"I hid the .22 so I could clean it. I don't get what the big problem is anyways."

Dean laughed and patted her head while she poured herself some breakfast.

"Don't worry about Sammy. It's his time of year when he becomes rebellious."

"Rebellious? What does that mean?" She asked after stuffing a huge spoonful of cereal.

"It means he'll be grumpy and back talking a lot. You'll be like that at his age. Probably more grumpy. Just don't throw your Barbie."

"I do not have a Barbie!" She punched him in the shoulder.

"Good arm, good arm." He gloated, as if he was proud that his cousin was a tomboy.

Emma still sat there and looked at her cereal sulking. Dean glanced at her and sighed. "Don't worry Emma-Leigh, Sammy still loves you. Don't you love him?"

"Of course!" She blurted.

She waited for a moment, staring at her damp cheerios.

"Does Dean love me?"

She looked up at Dean with her bright blue eyes, he shockingly looked so tired.

"Damn straight!" He laughed.

Emma tilted her head and stared at Dean. She could make out on his face how many nights he hadn't slept. She got off her chair and hugged Dean.

"I love you Dean."

"Come on. C-come on Emma. No girlie moments. I thought you were a tom-boy!" But he hugged her back. "Who's the greatest cousin? Say Dean…" He whispered.

Dean was taking in the moment, filling in the corners of his mind.

Four years later.

The crowd cheered as the grade six boys started to fight. The crowd taunting and chanting.

"Dee what's going on?" Asked Emma.

"The boys are fighting over some stupid argument. If they don't stop now, we'll all get into trouble. Oh Emma, do something!"

Emma thought. Then she sighed.

"You boys over there! Stop what you're doing now or I'll beat you up!"

"Emma that's not what I meant!" Gasped Dee.

The boys looked at Emma and laughed.

"What's so funny?" Emma shouted.

"H-how is a girl supposed to beat all us guys? You must've hit your head!"

"Oh shit! Now they've done it." Dee whispered to herself.

Emma clenched her fists. She shook all over. She couldn't hold her anger anymore. She ran as fast as she could, as she charged at them.

"I'll make you take those words back!"

She punched the nearest kid in the stomach. He keeled over groaning. Another boy grabbed her by the ponytail and tugged. Emma clenched her jaw, her temples throbbing. She grabbed the boys hand, turned and kneed him in the groin. He doubled over and moaned. Another boy came up and punched Emma on the cheek bone. She bit her tongue as she fell, and could taste the blood in her mouth. She kicked him at the side of his head and then flung him to the hard soil. She punched the kid's head with her right fist.

"Emma!" Dean's voice rang through the courtyard.

He lifted her off the stunned boy and turned her around. She was struggling against his grasp but did not succeed.

"Emma Leigh! What were you thinking?" He scolded her.

She rolled her head onto her chest. A tear rolled down her cheek. Dribble of blood dripped down her chin.

"Sorry" she mumbled.

Dean tilted her face to look at his. Her chin quivering on his finger.

"Who hit you?" His voice rough.

Dean followed her gaze to the bloody nosed boy lying on the soil. Still shocked.

"Well it looks like you got him back."

He walked towards the kid in the dirt. He whimpered.

"If I find out that you hit Emma or any girl you'll get your ass kicked you hear?" He said in his best father tone.

"Y-yes sir."

Dean twirled her into the Impala. She brushed away her tear of frustration before Dean could see. But her cheek and tongue seemed to have a pulse of their own.

"Emma," Dean sighed.

"Please Dean! Don't tell your dad! I know I did wrong! But please don't tell him!" She haven't whined in so long.

"I won't Emma, I promise you I won't. But if he sees you like that. There's going to be some interrogation!"

"I'll say I fell off my desk when I fell asleep in history. It does happen you know." Her words were slurred.

"Emma, stick out your tongue."

Emma stared at him. She stuck out her tongue. It hurt.

"When we get home, rinse your mouth with cold water several times until it stops bleeding."

"Kay." She mumbled.

"Hey Emma, who's the best cousin in the world?"

"Dean…" Emma smiled.

"Emma! What happened?" Sam blurted.

"Shhhh!" Emma and Dean said in unison.

"Don't worry dad's not here, what happened?"

"This lil' girl beat up all the grade six boys at school. What should her punishment be?" Dean said

Emma groaned. She knew this would happen. Dean doesn't let anyone off easily. But Sam thought she groaned because of the wounds. He picked her up and laid her onto the couch.

"Maybe we should hold off the punishment 'til she's better Dean."

"No! Its fine, Sam. Dean can give me the punishment. It's okay Sam. I lost control of my temper." Emma said sheepishly, she didn't like it when Dean and Sam fought.

"How about you clean up your room then clean the guns." Dean said.

"Maybe I should look after her when she cleans the guns, they aren't toys Dean." Sam said protectively.

"Fine. And put some ice on her cheek while you're at it mister I care."

Two years later.

"Emma, what are you looking for?" Mike put his arm around her shoulder.

"Shut up Mike! I'm looking for my brother's car. And get your arm off and away from my shoulder!" She snapped.

"Oh come on Emma… You know you want me."

Emma slapped his arm off her shoulder. What was taking them so long? She wondered. It was raining and she was stuck at school with this conceited creep. Emma started to tap her sneakers on the concrete impatiently. Her bag weighing her shoulder.

"Emma…"

"Leave me alone!" She spat at him. She was getting pissed off at him, quite annoyed. She walked into the rain to make distance between them. But she heard him behind her. She started to quicken her pace, until she started to run. She looked behind her for a minute. Her mistake. She slipped on the mud and crashed to the ground. Mike started to pick her up, roughly.

"Get off me!" Emma was sore.

He kissed her. It burned like he lit her neck on fire.

"Get off me! Get off me!" She never screamed like a little girl before. It made her stomach sick. Like someone dumped quicksand in it.

"What the hell do you think you're doing to my cousin? Get the fuck off my cousin you son of a bitch!"

Sam and Dean ran towards them. Sam pulled Emma away from Mike as Dean beat the crap out of Mike. Emma wanted to cry, but didn't. She feared it might provoke Dean to do something stupid. To kill Mike.

"Dean!" Sam's voice was hoarse. He probably was shouting from the car when they saw what was going on outside.

"You-filthy-rotten-son of a bitch! How dare you! You chose the wrong girl to pick on!" He kicked Mike in the stomach and Mike groaned.

"Dean!" Emma's voice rang with fear, an unusual thing. "Stop! Dean stop! You're going to kill him!"

"Good!" He shouted. He kicked Mike one last time and walked towards Emma. Thank god it's raining… thought Emma. Her eyes started to well with tears.

"We're moving again. Sorry we took so long," Dean tried to calm his voice.

"When we go home, pack your things. Dad won't be there, he told us to wait for him at the diner." Sam said

Emma nodded. She looked back at Mike. A tinge of guilt weld up. If she had beaten up Mike, he probably would've hurt less. But she brushed away the guilt with her damp dirty-blonde hair.

Chapter one- End


Sorry this chapter is so long and nothing too interesting has happened. But I promise that chapter two will have a lot more interesting events. (A part of the episode in the next chapter) Thank you for reading until the end!