Out of all the monsters, all the spirits, demons and ghouls and everything in-between that John Winchester had come across in the past six years, waking to find his daughter not breathing was the most freighting. It was every single parent's nightmare to wake to find your child not breathing.

A nightmare he now realized he was sharing with about six other couples who were sitting in the Intensive care unit with their child. He was shaking slightly from the chills in his bone, from his fear and from the about sixth cup of coffee. It was nearing mid-day when Matt strode into the hospital, Dean and Sammy holding hands behind him.

"Can we go see No-No?" asks Sammy the minute his father walked out of the glass doors.

No-No was the name three-year-old Sam had given his sister back in Arizona during a sweltering summer morning. When Noah was five, one of her favorite activities was following a chubby diaper clad Sammy around their apartment telling him "No, No Sammy don't touch that." And then one day Sammy turned to her sticking out his tongue and called her "No-No!". And every time she came near him, he'd scream "No-No!" at the top of his tongues which was a quite loud pitch and the name stuck.

John looked wearily down at his youngest, "No-No's very sick, Sammy. She's sleeping it off."

In the years since the fire, much like how Dean developed a sixth sense whenever Sammy was having an nightmare Dean would just wake up moments before Sam would, Matt and John had developed a way of communicating with only their eyes. Which oddly enough were the same shape and color.

With a slight head toss and an glance, John knew his oldest knows something. John cast one glance at Dean and Sam, Dean would know what to do. He followed Matt down the corner.

"The window was open, Dad. And there's some creepy hand-claw print on it." Matt answered through clenched teeth.

"Who opened the window? It was closed when we left. And it's December."

Matt bit his lip, "Noah likes to sleep with the windows open."

"Yeah. Not anymore. Look I want you to bring the boys back to the motel, tell Dean that he's in charge of Sammy and to met me back here okay? We're going to kill that son of a bitch." John's eyes were dark, the day he swore to avenge Mary's killer was the day he swore to keep his children safe at all costs.

Matt looked crestfallen and he stammered out, "Dad….what if it doesn't work?"

"Then we'll find a way. We're not losing your sister." John squeezed his oldest son's shoulders in a death grip, so hard the oldest was biting his tongue to keep from grunting out in pain.

SPNSPN

Back in the motel, Matt was packing the guns into a spare duffel. A look of determination mixed with anger was across his dark features as he licked his lips slowly placing together each gun wondering which one would kill the thing that dared hurt his sister.

"You're hunting it too?" Dean asked, the second-oldest was leaning against the door frame of the bedroom.

Matt jumped at the sound of his voice, "don't do that."

Dean smirked and folded his arms, "you're afraid of me?"

"No. Just annoyed by you, I have work to do go play with Sam."

"Don't act like Dad."

Matt turned to face his brother, "do you really think I'm in the mood for this game Deano? Noah's sick and we don't find the thing that hurt her we might not able to save her!"

Shock spread across Dean's light features, his throat had instantly gone dry. He knew Noah was really sick, just not that sick.

"Is she going to die?" Dean couldn't help it, he had to ask.

He had refrained from asking the whole time at the hospital while watching his pale sister on the bed, she looked nothing like the kid she was yesterday. It was hard to imagine that weakling was the same sister who made up stories of brave knights in the car for Sammy, who made up games to play with what little they had.

Matt took a deep breathe, with his back turned to Dean he shook his head, "no of course not."

"You're lying to me Matt. I'm not a little kid, I'm not Sammy."

Matt turned and smiled weakly, "I know you're not Sammy, but you're still my little brother. My annoying, sarcastic little brother whose trying to grow up too fast."

Dean rolled his eyes, "no chick-flick moments."

Matt smiled, "right, no chick-flick moments. Be safe okay?"

"Oh Safety is my middle name."

"No it isn't."

Sometimes his older brother just didn't get a joke, Dean rolled his eyes once again, "I didn't mean really."

Matt throw the duffel bag on his shoulder, "see ya soon."

"See ya."

A/N: Hope you're all enjoying it. Uhh I was thinking of an idea for this story….but if you hate it please let me know(*spoilers*)

Basically little Noah is awake, just not being able to be seen by her family. She befriends a Reaper, and when she wakes up she can see Reapers and other stuff normal people aren't suppose to see:

I know it's crazy, but maybe she and the Reaper could be allies, this Reaper is a young guy who was killed during WWII, tortured by Nazis. He's actual a nice guy, and Noah reminds him of his little sister and a bit of his old girlfriend. Please just let me know, if it's crazy I'll just go with my original idea.