This was a little drabble that I wrote awhile ago that I now have no idea where I was going with, so a one-shot it shall be.

September 15, 1992

Thirteen year old Dean and nine year old Sam are in a hotel in Appleton, Wisconsin while their dad is on a hunting trip. He's been gone two weeks even though he was only supposed to be gone for a week.

Dean is heating up some leftovers for himself and Sam in the microwave, while Sam sits at the table patiently waiting.

"Dean, when is Dad coming back?" Sam wondered

"Soon." Dean replied as he placed a plate of food in front of his little brother "Now eat up, Sammy."

Sam looked up at his older brother, "Dean, Dad's been gone longer than he said. What if he's hurt? Or...or…"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Sam. Dad is fine. He always is." Dean assured his brother "Dad's like a superhero."

Sam nodded without a word and then ate his food.

"Alright hurry up and eat, Sammy. You have to go to bed soon." Dean told his brother

"Okay Dean." Sam responded as he started shoveling food into his mouth

Dean laughed slightly, "But don't choke, Sam."

Sam nodded and then ate a little slower.

Meanwhile with John Winchester at the home of the Joplin family, which is the next location that he tracked the vampires to. John hears screams as he approaches the house and he breaks down the front door before storming inside. He discovers that he's too late though. Joanie Joplin is laying dead on the kitchen floor while two vampires feed on her blood. Her husband Benjamin Joplin is being tortured in the living room as he screams in agony.

"Agh! No!" Benjamin screamed as one vampire slowly suckes his blood, so that he dies a slow, painful death.

John shoots the vampires feeding on Joanie and then ran into the living room with his gun pointed up at the vampire, "Leave him alone!" He shoots the vampire in the head.

John dropped his gun and then rushed to Benjamin's side to tend to him, "You're okay. You're going to be okay."

"I...I know I'm dying." Benjamin stated through labored breathing, "I….I'm okay with it, but my three month old daughter Emily….she needs a family. She's upstairs." Then he let his breathing subside and his eyes closed as he took his last breath.

John sighed softly and took a moment of silence before walking upstairs to get Emily Joplin. He enters the baby girl's nursery and scooped up a crying Emily from her crib.

"Shh baby girl, it's okay. You're safe." John assured the baby. He cradled her in the crook of one arm and grabbed her diaper bag which he packed with clothes, bottles, and formula with his one free hand.

John headed downstairs, grabbed the carseat by the front door and then headed out to his car, his 1967 cheverolet Impala. He set the carseat down on the backseat, placed the diaper bag on the floor of the backseat, and then buckled Emily into the carseat.

Emily started to fuss and cry. She wanted to keep being held.

"Shh Em. It's okay, Emmy." John cooed as he got into the driver seat and then turned on the radio to the Beatles CD that he had in. He skipped to the track 'In My Life'.

Emily continued to cry for a while and then her cries started to subside as she settled and went to sleep.

John sighed as he thought to himself, 'I guess Emily is my daughter now. The boys are getting a sister.' There was no way that he was going to abandon this little girl. Especially after promising her father that he'd look after her.

Hope you enjoy. Comments are greatly appreciated.

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