I managed to escape to the shower soon after my altercation with my father. He had seemed to be out of things to say, we had gotten into a few more smaller scale arguments after the initial battle, but it was nowhere near as bad. It was mostly about Aella. He spoke about how I was going to be able to raise her and keep her from doing the same thing I did. He also wanted to know if I would be training her. The fact that I told him no really angered him. He calmed down when I explained that she'll know how to fight and shoot but I won't be raising her in a boot-camp like he did us.

He was still royally pissed at me, that I could tell, but he seemed like he was in shock. It wasn't something that I was used to seeing on him, maybe in my time away from him, he calmed down a bit. He refused to talk about my suicidal episodes and treated them like they didn't happen, but at the same time he stopped yelling at me for running away. He seemed to be somewhat happy that I was still living.

The hot water felt great against my skin and I was feeling a little better, getting my feelings about Dad off my chest to his face lifted a weight off my shoulders. I still had a little bit of impending dread for when Dean came. While I had felt anger towards my father, I felt complete and other guilt towards Dean. He had always tried to be there for me, he tried to make me laugh and feel better and if I could redo everything, I would have left a note to him and Sam. Dad made it very clear that he would be calling him soon, he wasn't playing the same game that Sam agreed to.

Aella was fast asleep when I went into the bedroom to try and avoid the tension in the living room. She was sleeping on her back with her little chubby arms up over her head. She seemed to sleep better during the day, I was going to have to figure out the best way to flip that with the night time. I would rather her sleep like this at night. Then again, my nightmares could be the thing that has been keeping her up with Spencer and I.

When I got out, I rewrapped the bandage around my arm and got dressed. I tore a brush through my hair and attempted to rub the bags out from under my eyes like they were dirt. But they weren't so it didn't come off. What I really wanted to do was go to sleep, but at the same time I knew that sleeping would bring the nightmares so decided against it. Not to mention, Dad would probably wake my ass up.

Aella wasn't in her crib when I moved into the bedroom and I had a second of panic. Only to find her with Dad in the living room. She was awake now, just chilling in my father's arms.

"I think she's hungry." Dad said after he noticed me. I nodded, still a little shocked at the sight. I hadn't ever seen dad hold a baby. It was a little weird. Over the last five years when I would think about Dad, I thought about the training, the drunken nights I tried to sleep through his babble about the thing that killed mom. I thought about his constant battles with Sam about hunting and how Sam would rather focus on schooling, or him treating Dean like he was nothing but a lower ranking cadet in his trope and Dean just going along with it. So, seeing him gently holding a newborn on my couch was ludicrous to me. "Where's her father?" He asked as I brought a bottle into the living room.

"He's at work." I said shortly. "Pretty sure he's going to have to leave town, they called him in early this morning." Aella transferred to my arms easily.

"What does he do?"

"Would have thought you would know, you've been in town more than enough time to figure everything out."

"I avoided the hospital and this apartment isn't in your name. All I could find was that you were enrolled in college at the local university, I didn't have time to get all your files from there before now." I would have thought that my smart-ass response would have pissed him off, but it didn't.

"He's a fed. He works in the Behavioral Analysis Unit."

"He looks a little young to be in the FBI."

"Spencer is very smart." I thought about how Dad would take to him. Spencer wasn't by any means the person that my dad would respect. Dad would always take physical advantages over mental ones. Spencer wasn't an athletic person at all. He was better a drawing a complete diagram of a gun and everything inside then he was at shooting one. I liked that he wasn't very active, and I liked that he was better with books. I had spent most of my life surrounded by men who were just as good, if not better, at everything I could do. Whether it be my brothers or other hunters. Spencer was the first person who was better at something different and I could learn something that I didn't already know. He's a great listener and he always offered a different viewpoint.

"Smart?"

"Yeah, he graduated from high school when he was 12." Aella greedily grabbed at the bottle that she sucked on, not that she was strong enough to hold it on her own. "He can read over 20,000 words per minute, he already has a doctorate degree, he's got an IQ of 187-"

"How is he with a gun?" Bit my lip and looked down at my daughter.

"He's not that good at guns, but he can tell you anything about them."

"That's not going to help if something goes down."

"If something 'goes down', I am more than capable of handling it myself." He grunted, and I swallowed my response. Things were kind of going okay and I needed to pick my battles.

"Does he even know about monsters?" Dad's voice was tight, and almost bitter.

"Yes, he does." I gave him a hard look. "You haven't even met him and you're already making judgments-"

"How did you meet this guy, doesn't seem like your type." He cut me off.

"What do you mean 'not my type' the last time you saw me, I was 13 and to busy getting high in the bathroom then looking at boys. You wouldn't have even seen my 'type.'" I gave him a sideways glance, "do you mean, he's not the type of guy you envisioned me with? Because that sounds more like what's going on." He shrugged. "I met Spencer in Vegas while he was getting attacked by a werewolf."

"Werewolf." I could tell he was thinking about what happened when I was nine. It wasn't something that he ever spoke about.

"Yep, killed it but I almost bit it myself. Spencer saved my life after I got done saving his." I was hoping that would get him some brownie points. Then again, keeping me from home for five years might not be something Spencer could come back from. "That, and he got me off the drugs." Dad nodded.

"Did Sam like him?"

"Yeah, they got along. I think Sam was impressed with his mind." I smiled. Looking down to Aella who had Spencer's nose. That didn't amuse Dad.

"Impressed with his mind…" He echoed. I licked my lips, a nerves habit that was growing worse with every passing day. Aella finished up after that.

"Can you just meet him before you decide how you feel?"

"You think I'll like him?"

"No, but I think you'll have a respect for him. At least you should if you're even remotely happy for me being alive because I can tell you for a fact that I wouldn't be if it wasn't for him." I said, readjusting the baby in my arms.

"I called Dean." My eyes widened, and I was suddenly happy that I was sitting down with Aella in my hands. I would have dropped her had I been on my feet. "He should be here sometime tomorrow." His voice was hollow, and he was watching my reaction closely.

"What did he…."

"I didn't tell him. You can when he gets here. Just told him to come and gave him the address." I bit the inside of my cheek. I wasn't sure what to do with myself. This was all happening a lot faster then I wanted, then again, I didn't really want it to happen at all. I really wish Spencer was still here, not at work. There wasn't anywhere to go except my bedroom and I was tried of being in there. I was tired of being in the apartment. "You have any food?" He leaned back into the couch.

"No, I was going to the store, but she doesn't like being in the car. I didn't want to deal with the cranky baby in public." I was a little happy at the change in topic. "I can order pizza if you're hungry." He nodded. I went to stand up with Aella, but Dad made a motion to take her.

"I'll hold her." My face must have shown a little too much surprise. "I do have three kids." I passed her over carefully. My phone was still in the bedroom on my bed and I got to it in time for Spencer to be calling.

"Hello?" I brushed my hair behind my ear.

"Did I wake you up?"

"No, I never went to sleep." The noise he made, made me think that he figured as much. "Are you leaving town?" I sat down on the bed.

"Yeah, we're going to Upstate New York. I can't talk about what's happening though." He said, he sounded like whatever he was keeping to himself had taken a toll. "Are you okay? You sound off." I sighed and glanced at the door that led to the living room.

"Yeah…. My, my dad is here." I crossed the arm that wasn't holding the phone across my stomach. Spencer was quiet for a few moments. "He followed Sam from Stanford and waited for him to leave before showing himself."

"Are you okay?" His tone was more serious then it had been the time before.

"Yeah….it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. It looked like it would be at first, but it calmed down after a bit of yelling. There's still a lot of tension, but as long as I keep my mouth mostly shut, everything should be fine."

"What about your other brother?"

"Dad just called him, and he should be here by tomorrow." Even I could hear the frustration in my voice. I didn't like that I would be greeting another family member within 24 hours. One who would be very upset. I had a hard-enough time dealing with Dad's anger, now I was going to have to deal with an angry John Winchester, followed by an angry Dean. That's what I get for running away.

"Do you want me to come home?"

"No, I…I can handle it. You need to go to work. You've take more then enough time off for the pregnancy, followed by me being in the hospital, then you stayed in town for the two weeks of her being home. I think the people of Upstate New York have need you a lot more then I do." I smiled at the floor. "Thank you for offering."

"You can call me any time though, I'll answer."

"I know you will. I think that its best that you're not here. I don't think my father will do anything, but Dean…. he used to threaten guys just for looking at me, granted I was only 13, not really the age for messing around with the opposite sex but I don't think he's going to take to you or Aella very well."

"How did your dad react to her?"

"Well, he was more upset that I got pregnant at all but he's not taking anything out on her. She's with him right now. I think he likes her. It's a little weird."

"You know, It's probably weird to him to. You were 13 when you ran away, he hasn't seen you, or heard anything about you for five years. In his mind he more then likely still thinks of you as a young teenager. Not an adult." I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah that makes sense."

"The same goes for your brothers. They are still going to think of you as a 13-year-old girl. You're going to have to give them time to adjust." I knew he was right, but it was still going to be difficult. I really needed to get some sleep if Dean's going to be here tomorrow. "How's Aella?"

"She's good. She doesn't like cars. I tried to go to the store and she wasn't having it." I laughed a little. "I think she gets that from you."

"I don't have anything against cars." He defended.

"Really? You always get really tense while you're in one."

"I get tense because you're an awful driver." I gasped.

"I am not! You're the one that narrowly misses mailboxes and signs." I could hear him shaking his head, "That and statistically one in four male drivers will knock one or both side mirrors off the car in their lifetime."

"Addison, you made that up."

"I did not."

"That is not a statistic." I couldn't stop myself from laughing. It was the first real laugh I had in a while.

"You don't know that!" The words came out breathless and my lower stomach started to hurt.

"Yes, I do." He was laughing too, and we just laughed together for a few moments. "I have to go." He said after we calmed down.

"Okay…. love you."

"Love you too." After we hung up I looked at the phone for a few seconds before remembering that I was doing something before he called.

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John didn't mind his granddaughter, she was a quiet baby. She looked so much like Addison and Sam did while they were babies. Dean not so much, he had taken more after John as an infant. He could hear his daughter laughing in the bedroom, a sound he hadn't heard in years. She came back out with her phone in her hand and he could tell that she was in a much better mood.

"What kind of Pizza do you want?"

"Whatever you want." He shrugged. Addison nodded and went into the kitchen where a menu was attached to the fridge. "Why Aella?" He asked after she ordered the food.

"Huh?"

"Why name her Aella?" The name sounded odd coming out of his mouth, it didn't really roll off the tongue. She thought about it for a second.

"It was the only thing Spencer and I could agree on." She sunk into the recliner that sat in the corner between the two bookshelves. "I wanted something with a strong meaning. Something badass. Spencer wanted to have something that was more feminine that had a softer meaning. Sam thought of Aella that he had just learned about in his English class." She smiled at the baby, "it means 'whirlwind' seems pretty fitting. That and she was the first to attack Heracles when he came for Hippolyte's girdle." She shrugged.

"Have you guys thought about nicknames?" The first thing that John thought of was Ella but he had a feeling that his daughter wasn't going to like it.

"Spencer's been calling her ladybug." John didn't respond to that. "I think Aella is just fine." John grunted. They were quiet for a while, but it wasn't tense. Addison seemed to be nodding off in the chair. John could tell how tired she looked. She had pulled her legs up to her chest and rested her head to the side of the chair.

"When's the last time you had a good night's sleep?" John Winchester's definition of a 'good night's sleep' was far different than most other people.

"I haven't slept for more then an hour in the last three days." She yawned as she said it.

"She wake up a lot?"

"No." She paused, he could tell she didn't really want to talk about whatever it was.

"Then why haven't you been sleeping? It's not like you have monsters to hunt down." She narrowed her eyes at the jab.

"Nightmares." She said quietly.

"Thought you said you were better?"

"Said I was off the drugs, not that I was better." She bit the inside of her lip. "No, I still have the nightmares." He looked at her for a second.

"What are they about?" The baby in his arms made a noise, Addison's focus changed onto the child. She stood up and reached for her. She sat down on the couch, folding her leg underneath herself.

"Mom dying, sometimes me dying, sometimes Spencer dying." She shrugged, leaning back against the armrest. "I think the thing that killed mom is going to come back when Aella is six months old." It was the first time she said it to anyone but Spencer. John wasn't that surprised at her thought process. He had thought about it when he realized that she had a baby.

"Have you taken any security measures?" He already knew that she didn't, he'd looked all around the apartment.

"Spencer thinks that it would be excessive." She sighed.

"What the hell does he know?" Addison laughed.

"No, he's right. There haven't been any signs of monsters or anything at all. He thinks that I just have PTSD."

"We don't get that." John said dismissively. It sounded outright crazy to him, a hunter? Getting PTSD? It wasn't unheard of, but since Hunters lived though their entire life in a state of constant weird and scary things happening to them, it was unlikely that they would even have time to get it before they were killed. John didn't think he's kids would be susceptible to it though, he raised them stronger then that.

"He's made some convincing arguments. I agreed to talk to someone about them."

"Talk to someone?"

"Yeah, he mentioned Sam, but I guess you get the pleasure. But I don't think you're going to give me the feedback that he was hoping for." She chuckled. "All I know is that the sooner she gets to six months and I deal with whatever happens, the easier I will sleep at night."

"The nightmares, are they the same as the ones you had as a kid?"

"For the most part. When I was younger it was Sam, you and Dean that would be getting killed. I didn't start really having the nightmares about myself dying until I got pregnant. Granted I didn't realize I was pregnant until she was halfway done. I think there's more to them than just nightmares."

"Sounds like a warning to me." John agreed.

"We're about to be looking for a new place to live though." She said, "I figured that after we get into a house, not an apartment, I could really start monster proofing but as of right now there isn't much of a point." John didn't think that was true, but she yawned again, derailing his train of thought.

"Go get some sleep. I'll pay for the pizza and wake you up." She shook her head.

"No, Aella will be hungry again soon."

"I'll take care of it. Go."

"But-"

"I said go." She snapped her eyes to his. She waited a long second before getting off the couch. It looked like she was about to refuse but to his surprise she gave the kid back to him and moved into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. The pizza came quickly after that, but he didn't wake her up. He just hung out with the baby, turned on some TV and waited for his son to show up.

What Do you think is going to happen when Dean gets there? Thanks for reading!