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So, I have finally come back to this after three years…. I am SO SORRY. In any case, I have rewritten this chapter because I wasn't happy how it ended. So I can honestly say I'm not sure where it will go or how fast another will come after this but keep your eyes peeled.

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Dean's P.O.V.

I have to admit, cuddling next to a warm body was nice when sleeping. I just never ever would admit to this fact out loud. Like ever… especially to Sam. But inevitably, the nightmare images from hell were bound to come one way or another. My eyes snap awake as I struggle not to lurch upwards, in an attempt to try not to wake Taylor next to me. Turns out I needn't of bothered, she was staring up at me concern written all over her features. She tilted her head and reached up, placing her small hand on my neck underneath my ear. After lightly patting a couple of times I gave her a small smile, "I'm fine Teddy." She pulls her head up more looking over my shoulder. I whip around to look over my shoulder as well, to see Castiel sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hello Dean." He said in his strange gravelly voice, "What were you dreaming about?"

I get angry and snap, "What do you get off watching people sleep?"

He just ignored me and instead just turned, "You need to stop it."

Puzzlement filled Taylor's face and probably in my own as well, "Stop what?" Castiel just reached forward and touched forehead.

I groggily start to come too when I hear an annoyed voice above me say, "Hey man you can't sleep here." I am on a very uncomfortable bench-like thing…. Wait a minute I'm actually on a bus bench, shit. "Hey is that your kid?" an accusing voice pierced above me.

This made me snap to attention the first thing out of my mouth being, "Teddy?" She was on my stomach, out cold but still breathing. That is she was until she was jabbed by the cop. She gave a small shriek in indignation realizing that it wasn't me that touched her. She immediately decided she didn't like this cop and managed to stay on the bench while getting as far away from him as possible. I just glare at him and gather her up to walk away.

I'm looking around very confused. When I walk into the diner nearby and sit next to a man with dark hair. "Can you tell me where I am?" He just tells me the name of the diner I walked in. I place Taylor on the seat next to me as I turned to him again, "No like the city and state."

"Laurence, Kansas? Hey man you alright?"

"Ah you know long night." He gave me a questioning look peering around to glance at Taylor.

"Hey can we get some coffee and a bagel here Reg?" I give him a semi grateful look, mostly for the bagel which I promptly handed to Taylor. She went at it, munching and gnawing at it without abandon.

I turn around when someone said, "Hey Winchester!" The man next to me responds to the greeting as well while I just stare.

"Dad?" it came out as a whisper, but Taylor still heard me. She then looks at… apparently my dad with more interest furrowing her brows. When he leaves I stand up about to go after him, but Taylor was still on the seat not moving. "Come on." I say to her, only to get a glare turning very quickly into Sam's signature puppy eyes lifting her arms. I rolled my eyes and lifted her up. "You are very demanding, you know that?"

I have been following him for quite some time before I almost run face first into Castiel. "What is this, is this real?"

"Yes." He says, keeping eye contact with Taylor.

"So what did angels get their hands on deloreans? How is this even possible?"

"Time is fluid, and we can bend it on occasion."

I am starting to get annoyed, "Well then bend it back."

He steps closer, "You have to stop it."

"Stop what!?" but he was gone. "What are you allergic to straight answers you son of a bitch!?"

I manage to find John at a car dealership about to get the most hideous van you could get. "That's not the one you want." I call out.

"Are you following me?"

"No just never got to thank you for the coffee and bagel this morning. And now I'm returning the favor." Taylor knew I was getting into "car mode" and made me let her down so she could wander around a bit. I pause in explaining the wonder of baby and say, "Hey not too far, stay where I can see you." And get back to lecturing my father, god it's already been a long day. Teddy was using the nearby cars to support her struggling movements as she slowly tried to walk.

Sometime later, I had followed him to where it looks like he is meeting my mother. "Oh Sammy if you were here, our mom is a babe." Teddy gives me a scrunched up confused face. "I am going to hell, again."

Taylor, who was still too young to fully understand what I meant, just continued playing with the different pieces of my jacket. I was listening in to my parent's, wow that is still strange, conversation. I was so distracted I never heard my mother tell Dad that she would be right back.

It was a gnarly surprise attack on her part. I mean I am holding a kid for crying out loud and that didn't stop her one bit. I just had enough time to drop and roll Taylor away from me. It wasn't a very smooth decent and I managed to cause her already injured ankle to tweak in the wrong direction. The motion causes an instant guttural scream to leave her small body. That scream is enough to make me pin her to the brick wall, whether she was my mom or not.

"Are you crazy?!" I shout.

"You have been following us since my house what do you want?" She is still struggling to get out of my hold when I see her bracelet.

"Are you a hunter?" I gasp out in surprise.

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Inside her house I see that my grandfather is a real grumpy gramps. Is he seriously asking me if I'm a hunter when I introduced the fact that I was one? Even Taylor looks aghast and glances at me in a clear, "is he for real?" face. I turn my attention back to gramps, "How do you kill a vamp with wooden stakes or silver?" I almost laughed for Taylor had pulled Sam's bitch face number 13. She pulled herself up and lightly hit the flat of her hand against my throat. That was when the laugh actually escaped me.

"I thought you were asleep when Sam and I were talking about that, were you eavesdropping?" She gave me the facial expression Sam used to do when he needed to be cute so he could get his ass out of trouble. You could practically hear her say, "oops?"

Samuel's wife saw this interaction and was sniggering in the kitchen. "Right, proof enough?"

Samuel scoffs and says, "Yes, now get out of my house."

"Dad!" my uh mom yells indignantly.

"I don't trust other hunters." It sounds like this has happened sometime before, the way mom looks so annoyed.

"Well now I'm inviting him and his adorable daughter to dinner, you hungry?" my grandmother pulling grunt.

I look at her stunned for a second before answering, "Starving."

My grandmother then looks to Taylor, "And how about you sweetheart?"

Taylor just looks confused until glancing up at me, "She doesn't talk."

"Well she's skin and bones so let's eat. What's her name Dean?" his grandmother asked him.

"Taylor." I manage to respond after swallowing my mouthful of delicious food.

"How old is she?" shit, I don't know this, but Teddy saved my ass by slowly holding up six fingers. "What? My dear why is she so small?" Jesus will she lay off with the interrogation? But then I look at Teddy, I realize she's quuite right. Taylor was only the size of a four year old and a sickly thin one at that. She curled in on herself from the onslaught of attention thrown her way. I still was refusing to acknowledge how my grandmother called Taylor my daughter, that particular freak out can happen later.

Taylor was hardly eating anything. "T, we talked about this." She just looks up at me with her large green eyes. "You have to eat, just until you are full." She looked like she was going to refuse, but eventually nibbled on an asparagus, damn Sam for corrupting her to eat rabbit food.

Well this is turning ought to be the most awkward family dinner I have ever had. Albeit they have no idea on that forefront but you get the point. It was like pulling teeth trying to get information out of Samuel on the case he was working. And I only got as much as I did because Deanna decided to be helpful and tell me while my mom was giggling across the table.

Man it sure felt good getting to the ranch way before Samuel did just for the fact of subtly rubbing it in his face later. Oh crap how the hell am I going to- "So who's this then?" the lady asked in an offhand tone.

"She's my niece, my sister got into an accident the other day and I've been watching her." Damn that was smooth. "Alrighty Taylor, could you sit on the couch while I talk to Mrs. Whitshire." She nodded and made herself as small as possible in the corner of the couch. She's getting better with being around people and just being in public in general.

Wow, I had gotten all my questioning of the widow done before Samuel has even to show up. This is awesome. I can tell that Taylor really really does not like Samuel, like at all. Because when he does show up she cringes as far away from him as possible, just to get around him to leave the house. She is slowly healing from her sprained ankle, so it's no surprise to see her try to walk a few steps before deciding against that particular idea. She doesn't even have to raise her arms up anymore to tell me she wants to be carried.

We make our way over to Mary and the kid of the man who was murdered. The kid was telling us about how his father would beat them after having a drink or two. I look down as Taylor leans really far forward and reaches to the kid. To keep her from falling from the sudden movement I move forward. She places her hand on the side of his face while staring at him. It would have been weird, had she not done the same thing to me a few times.

The kid was shocked into silence and stared straight into her eyes. It didn't last long before he turned to look at me. "She feels empathetic and like she knows what I'm talking about. I hope you took her from her parents." He muttered in a monotone voice, eyes glazed over as he turned and walked into the house without another word.

I don't know how I managed to get the rest of my questions to figure out that, yes this was yellow-eyes at work, after that tid-bit. With the case at hand it was much easier to ignore it than to focus on just how weird that experience was.

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Jesus if I knew just how annoying meeting the family was going to be… you know what I probably shouldn't finish that thought. They won't listen to a thing I say and Taylor is exhausted. "You do not know how to kill this thing and I do. That kind of shows who should go after it does it not?" And he is ignoring what I saying… awesome.

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I am so glad I left Taylor in the car when I went inside for the colt. I really don't want her to be in the direct line of a bullet if I can help it. I see the Cambell car in front of the house and curse. I run inside and the son of a bitch has Mary. "You let her go!" He turned and looked at the colt.

"Where'd you get that gun?" I shot and he smoked out before he could get hit.

"Fuck." I snarled, exiting the house to make sure he didn't find Teddy outside. Thankfully she was alright, even if she was miffed at being left behind.

"Nice job in there." I hear Samuel behind me.

I look at him, incredulous, "I missed the shot."

He rolls his eyes, "Just take the compliment son."

"We gotta kill this thing now or Mary dies."

Samuel looked at me in alarm, "What are you talking about?"

"Maybe today or years from now, but he has his claws in her, and will not let her go."

He says in disbelief, "What are you a psychic now too?"

I sigh in frustration, this is going to be harder than I originally thought. "Alright this is going to sound crazy, like heaping bag fulls of crazy, but Mary is my mother."

"Excuse me?"

"And you are my grandfather." I say without missing a beat.

"And is this my?" He leaves the rest of the question unsaid. I look down at Taylor who was nodding off in my arms.

"This is my daughter."

"Well this is just great." Samuel sarcastically states.

"My real name is Dean Winchester. I was born January 24, 1979. My parents are Mary and John Winchester."

After giving him all my evidence on why he should believe me, he just looked like he still wanted to shoot me. That would not be a very pleasant experience.

"Can I see that?" Samuel asks motioning for the colt.

"Nothing personal, but I don't just let anybody handle it." My movement of keeping the gun from Samuel woke Taylor and she groggily pressed her face into my chest with a whine, upset at being woken.

"Come on I'm your grandfather, and it is personal," Teddy looked up and screamed in terror, "especially when it's me you're hunting for." And his eyes flash yellow.

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He flicked his hand and sent my chair flying backwards, away from the colt. "No!" I gasp out before the force of the chair hitting the wall knocked my breath away. Son of a bitch he really has me on this chair. Then, to my great surprise, Taylor hurls herself from my lap to try and reach the colt. The yellow eyed demon and I most probably had the exact same level of confusion and surprise on our faces before he reacted.

He quickly snatched her round the middle and lifted her like the very small child she was. She looked like she was having convultions that's how violently she was writhing in her attempts at escape.

"Now you my dear are very interesting indeed." He looked like he had a brand new specimen to dissect, alive. "How on earth could a tiny thing like you be completely unaffected to being held unlike your daddy?" He then turned with a, dare I say it, evil nasty grin. He sauntered like the proud bastard he was. "So do I kill your mommy? Your daddy?" a look of wonder crossed his face, "Ooh are you one of my psychic kids?" he leaned in and, good god he's sniffing me. "No… do you have a sis? Or a bro?" he leered. "Now you, you MUST be one of mine!"

He smelled Taylor and I swear his face fell with immense disappointment. Until it just lit right back up again. "While you aren't one of mine, damn are you something! I have absolutely no idea what you are because you smell human, yes human to mask the scents underneath, and underneath the cluster of different things is intoxicating." I'm just sitting there, not like I have much of a choice, wanting more than anything to be able to snatch Taylor out of his arms.

He looked at me and full on laughed, he laughed and laughed and laughed. "You don't even know the power this tiny child is keeping within her! Basically, sonny boy, you are keeping a nuclear reactor inside of a kid, one little temper tantrum and the entire world can go kabooooom." He adjusted his grip on her and smirked, "And so, I'll be taking her with me, she'll make an absolutely wonderful general of my army." Taylor suddenly smashed her palms against his face. He yelled out in surprise and pain when he dropped her on her, damnit, on her injured leg.

Taylor screamed in agony and tried to desperately crawl towards me. I see Deanna trying to shoot Samuel with the colt, only for him to break her neck and grab a nearby knife to himself. Wasting no more time, I lift Taylor to me cuddling her to my chest before sprinting out of that damned house. I threw myself into the ugly yellow car, damn that was an insult to injury, and race to where Mary and John were.

When I pulled in, I knew I was too late. Mary and ew, her father were kissing. Well technically it was the yellow eyed demon who was just using her father as a meat suit. But it was still gross! I step out of the car, with Taylor was still wrapped around me quivering in pain. Samuel whips around to face us and…. has two handprints on his face that looked suspiciously like third degree burns. Yellow eyes grinned maliciously before smoking out of Samuel. I sigh and turn around right into Castiel. He lifted his hand up and the scenery disappeared.

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"I couldn't stop it." Was the only thing I could say to him.

"You can't change fate."

I glower in anger. "Then what was the point of sending us sending her through that hell hole!?" Like always his expression never changed.

"You needed to see for yourself."

"Great well that's just awesome!" and I'm being snarky to an angel of the lord, I need to go to bed. "What did he mean when saying that Taylor's humanity was hiding some things underneath?" Castiel just tilted his head in confusion.

"Here." I simply stated and held her out to the angel. He cautiously, as if unsure what to do, took her into his arms.

"I am unsure as to what you are talking about, she…" he drifted of not fully finishing his sentence.

"Cas?"

"I must inquire with my brothers, there are things I am…unsure of."

I drag my hand across my face. "You know what Cas? Teddy and I have both had a really long day so how about we talk about this later?" I held my arms out towards him wanting to take Teddy back. He seemed reluctant to hand her back just yet and I wanted to laugh, not even two minutes of holding her and he was already wrapped around her little finger even if he didn't want to admit it.

After having her back in my arms, Cas disappeared in his slightly creepy way and I practically collapse on the motel bed, thankfully managing not to jostle Teddy THAT much during the decent towards unconsciousness. Right before falling asleep, I look down at the small thing that was Teddy, kissed her forehead and whispered "So glad I have you now baby girl."

A/N So, bit of a rewrite, and I hope to continue this now that have a slightly more adult variety of grammar and editing powers.

Oh and Alyssa? Yes you Alyssa from Stanford. If you are reading this hello again! Hope you like the new chapter as much as I did writing it.