Chapter two

Dean P.O.V.

She was so tired she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the bed. "So what are we doing now Bobby?" Bobby just looked like today had been a long day. Well it has, but that's not the point. "The thing that pulled me out, it left a mark." I pulled my sleeve up to show the handprint burned into my skin.

"What in the hell?" Bobby exclaims in surprise as he comes closer to inspect it. The minutes stretched by as he was thinking. "I know a person who can help us out."

"Who?" Sam said in surprise.

"A psychic, her name is Pamela."

"Well let's get going then." I say as I make for Sara? No, that doesn't fit. She just grunted in her sleep as I carefully lifted her, trying my damned hardest to not wake her up. She had settled again once she was on the upholstery of Baby.

It wasn't that long of a drive to this Pamela person's place. I did know that I did not want to leave Emma? no, inside the car alone while we were inside. Leaving her out of my sight was a very bad idea.

"Hey, it's time to wake up." I say while shaking her shoulder. She still flinched a little, but then she wrapped her arms around my neck again. Seeing as she was still in my gigantic t-shirt, keeping her swaddled in the fluffy blanket seemed like a good idea until we could get her clothes.

We walked up to the door only to have it open before we could knock.

"Heey Bobbay!" a woman I am guessing is Pamela drawls before yanking him into a hug. I just raise my eyebrows and shift (Bela? Ugh ew no!) around in my arms. She turns to me and she says, "You have her in a t-shirt, really?"

"I just got her some hours ago!" I say indignantly.

She rolls her eyes and says, "Be glad Bobby called ahead and I have my special skills. Come on I have some things that should fit her." We follow her inside and she hands me a bag with clothing articles. Taking her into another room, I start to pull things out of the bag. Everything was so girly. She also kind of, was that a sneer?

"Did you just sneer at the girly clothes missie?" I laugh. She doesn't respond. "Ah well I guess we will have to pick the least offending items and work with those. At least she got you shoes to wear so you don't cut your feet when you don't need to be carried." She just nods solemnly.

Her attitude changed slightly when the clothes were on though. It was obvious she was no happy with all the pink on the clothes. She kept picking at the pink parts with a disdainful look on her small face. "Hey Pamela I don't think we have a happy camper here!" I say gleefully. But as soon as we enter the room everyone else was in she schooled her features with a snap and remained blank faced. I sighed and said, "Never mind, you guys scared her."

Pamela walked to us and she stiffened considerably. Pamela looked (Dani? Nope) in the eyes as if she was searching for something. "Oh you poor child. You poor child." She said in a whisper. I gave her look that basically said, "Elaborate, now."

"Her father was the one to give her the scars, physically by blade and emotionally by murdering her sister and mother in front of her."

"Was it a demon?" Sam asked.

"No Sam, this was just an evil man who wanted to hurt others and took it out on his family. She has never called him dad in her life."

I hug her to me upon hearing this new set of information. She wasn't even listening to the conversation anymore, just laying her head on my shoulder and sucking her thumb while staring off into space.

"Alright now why don't we see who pulled you out of the fire." Pamela says to break the silence. She already had the table set up for her thing. She was demanding this Castiel person to show her his face over and over again. (Clara? Damn it that's not it either) was very upset. She was restless in my lap until she lunged forward to Pamela's arm. I let go of Sam's hand to catch her before she fell on her face effectively breaking the circle. "What was that for I almost had it?" Pamela was very irritated with the turn of events. I was too busy with (Lucy? Maybe I should just get a damn baby name book since I'm turning into one) trying to see what was wrong.

She was just shaking and shuddering rubbing at her eyes. I stand up from the table hoisting her up to where she is at my chest again, ignoring the others as I walk outside to the car. She got marginally better once we exited Pamela's house. At least with the shaking, she wouldn't stop rubbing her eyes. "Hey stop that you're just going to hurt them." I say to her gently pulling on her wrists. "You're safe, I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, understand?" She looked up and nodded her agreement and slumped down.

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Back at the hotel I had taken claim over one of the beds and had her all wrapped up in her blanket nest again. That didn't last very long though, before she just crawled the three feet to curl up against my side.

The nightmares, as some would say, straight from hell themselves. They wouldn't know just how right they were. I lurch awake with a strangled gasp as (Tyler?) did from my movements. I look at her, "You know kiddo we need to give you a real name sometime." She just looked at me with her large eyes before nodding and closing her eyes.

I carefully run my fingers through her hair in deep thought. It was still a raggedy mess, but the bath had shown that instead of being a brunette like I thought she was, her hair was blonde. It's interesting just how much she looks like me with her eyes and hair. She made a sort of cooing noise in her sleep that, no matter how hard I tried, made a silly grin spread across my face.

Then the television started acting like the one in the gas station. I start up and grabbed her and the blanket without any warning. She squeaked indignantly to being jostled as I am running out the door with her. There is no way her ears and little body would withstand the strange noise that's following me.

I'm running out the door when the mirror that was above the bed shattered, sending the glass raining down on where we were just lying. "Dean!" I can hear Bobby yell along with the thundering sounds of his steps.

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We were in an abandoned warehouse that was soon to become the biggest art project ever. I placed the weapons bag on one table, and placed (Katie? Gahaarr!) on the table opposite. This blanket wrapping business was a lifesaver, because it gives her an incentive to keep still where I place her. Bobby then approaches us and hands me a pad of paper and a small box of crayons.

"Sam suggested we get her these for when she has to wait for long periods of time." He said in his gruff 'I'm no big softie' voice. I just grin at him and hand them to her.

Little while later after the barn warehouse has been spray painted within an inch of its life, I turn to check on (Taylor? I'll ask if she likes that) her tongue is poking out in concentration as she draws with her crayons. When she notices me watching her, she lifts up the paper to show one of the symbols we had painted on the walls. "Wow that's really good." I say, now that I actually look at it, it actually is pretty damn close to the symbol itself. "Good job kiddo." I say smiling as I ruffle her hair.

She actually grinned before going back to her drawing.

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It has been an hour since Bobby did the summoning. "Are you sure you did it right?" I ask him. He just gave me a bitch face to which I respond with an eye roll. Taylor, or Teddy, was leaning against me fighting to keep her eyes open. After going through the vast list of name ideas she went with the one I thought she would choose.

Suddenly there was an all mighty thud on the roof. Taylor jumped and grabbed my sleeve in response to the noise. Booby and I jump down to our feet and grabbed the shotguns, but not before I put noise canceling ear coverings on Taylor. When a man walked into the barn Bobby and I opened fire. Nothing was affecting him, so I discreetly grabbed the demon knife.

"Dean Winchester, we need to talk."

"Sure." I said right before I plunged the knife into his chest. Nothing happened. Now I was starting to think that this was a bad idea. I step backwards to place myself in front of Taylor to make sure that this man couldn't get to her. Bobby came behind him with a pipe, only to be put to sleep by the touch of this guy's fingers.

"Who are you?" I ask wondering how we would get out of here.

"My name is Castiel, I'm an angel of the Lord." He said in a rough voice, "And I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."

But then Taylor made a noise to get my attention. I immediately swivel around. "Yes what it is Teddy?" she was making flapping motions with her hands and raising her black crayon. I guess I still looked confused, because she frowned and started to draw black wings on a piece of paper and pointed at the man named Castiel. I turn to him and lighting shown his wings spreading out against the walls.

A.N Now because I didn't feel like doing it at the top it shallest be at the bottom. I have not owned supernatural at all during the making of this chapter. Reviews keep the evil author happy, so click the button if you don't want me stalling during uploads because I am just that kind of person.