I want to start off by saying this is not my original story. That belongs to Dr. Serpico. Everything that is done it's because of them. Thank you so much for trusting me with this story, and I hope I don't let you down.

Please comment and Enjoy, especially you Dr. Serpico! I hope I didn't butcher this.

Epilogue- One Year Later

John and Sam waited nervously inside the waiting room with Ben and Sybil both pacing back and forth, waiting to hear what the news was. After another twenty minutes, Dean walked out his face split into a large smile. He looked both tried and excited as he kept pushing back large tears that fell from his eyes. "Well?" Everyone asked rushing towards Dean who had to put up a hand to stop them both.

"It's another girl." Dean said his smile spreading more prominent then humanly possible. "Come on. She's just went into the nursery." They all followed Dean and they watched as they brought in a small baby girl who was still awake then the other sleeping babies in there.

"What's her name?" Sam asked looking at his brother his hazel eyes wide with excitement.

"Christina Mary Winchester." Dean said and looked up at his dad who was smiling and then glanced at his son. "Thought you might like the fact you have mom back in a way." Dean said gripping his dad's shoulder and wiped a few stray tears from his own eyes.

"Thank you, Dean." John said wrapping an arm around him. "She's beautiful."

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Four Years Later

Christina Mary Winchester grew up fast like her other siblings. Her long dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes sparkled as she grew into a rambunctious toddlers giving Dean and Lisa both a hard time following her. She especially loved hanging out with her grandpa who kept taking the kids for a week every summer. She was a happy child who loved life. John was happy that she would grow up normally without ever fearing the monsters that used to walk around at night. She was an angel of laughter and she stayed that way. Loving her Uncle Sam and her grandpa John. She was fearless. Catching a fish and holding it proud to show her grandpa what marvelous job she did.

Every night when John would tuck her into bed, he start to hum "Hey Jude" from the Beatles and smiled when Christina would squeak the words she knew. She was like a miniature Mary that had walked back into his life giving him a sense of closure. The memory of the yellow-eyed demon vanished the night Castiel healed his aching heart, the night the monsters vanished completely.

As he watched his little Mary sleep in her bed her blonde hair in lopsided pigtails and holding onto a stuffed lamb, he felt as though he was looking at his late wife just as alive as his granddaughter. He smiled knowing nothing would take her away from him.

"Remember John," Mary's voice echoed in his mind, as he slowly closed the door and walked into his bedroom. "God works in mysterious ways. Ways we can't understand. We just got to have faith that everything is done for a reason."