Hello Everyone! Welcome to my Supernatural fanfic. What can I tell you about it? Not a great deal, if I'm honest XD

It's gonna be a Cas/OC, but probably not for such a long time. There's no update schedule, but I'll update more when my Doctor Who fanfic is finished.

Enjoy!

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A little girl sat in the middle of a car grave yard, her blonde hair up in ponytails as she twisted one part of a discarded engine into another, having absolutely no idea what she was doing but her oily hands clung to the pieces of metal as she 'fixed' the parts. She wanted to be just like her Goddaddy, who was looking after her until her mommy came back from work. She'd been gone an awful long time, but she didn't really mind. She spent a lot of time away from her mommy and she really liked her Goddaddy so while other children might be anxious, she just played away with the bits of car she found lying around.

"Amelia, sweetheart!" Her Goddaddy called and she looked up, smiling widely as he headed towards her, with his baseball cap and fuzzy beard. He looked sad behind his brave smile and he crouched down in front of her, "What are you doing?" He asked kindly.

"Makin' engine." She replied, biting her lip in concentration. He laughed and she stopped, smiling her little smile with her missing teeth. He laughed like Santa Claus sometimes.

"And how's that coming along?" He asked and she poked it, a frown appearing when nothing happened.

"S'not lookin' too good." She said, mimicking him unknowingly. He saw it though and it made his heart ache. She shouldn't me mimicking him, it should be her mom.

"Well, I have a better idea." He told her teasingly and she stared at him with big, blue eyes, "Guess who's staying for a few days too?" He shared the grin that exploded onto her face. She scrambled up, running towards the house as he followed her.

"Dean!" She screamed happily at the 10 year old boy stood with his 6 year old brother. He smiled widely as she rushed over, chucking her arms around him as he pulled her into a big bear hug, lifting her off the floor. Their father was stood to one side, watching as she did the same with Sam, who hugged her back but maybe not as enthusiastically.

"Are you sure you'll be fine with the three of them?" John Winchester asked as Bobby Singer walked up to him. Bobby brushed it off.

"We'll be fine." He replied as Amelia pulled Dean up the stairs, wanting to show them her new room. Sam trailed after them, not left out but Amelia had taken quite the shine to Dean. Bobby wasn't much for decorating, but he'd tried his best to make her feel at home.

"So, Mary's really dead?" John asked and Bobby nodded with a sigh, suddenly looking tired.

"Yeah, took down a bunch of the bastards with her though." He explained as if it was a consolation prize.

"And you're just going to take her in?" John asked in disbelief and again Bobby nodded, "Didn't see you as the father-type."
"Me neither, if I'm honest with you." Bobby admitted, "But it's either that or she goes into care, and we both know she'll end up more screwed in there than with me." He was terrified, he wasn't ashamed to admit that. Who wouldn't be with what he had to grow up under? But he was determined to not be like his own dad, it was a shame it was at the expense of the poor girl's mother.

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"And this is my new bed!" Amelia exclaimed, jumping on the pink castle-shaped bed, "Uncle Bobby said it was just for me because I'm going to live here for forever now." She rambled as Dean forced himself to look impress. A pink castle? Really, he wasn't going to like it but she did and so he faked it, "And then, after forever is up, my mommy will come back and then I can take it with me." Dean frowned, sitting on the bed next to her.

"Amy, do you know what forever means?" He asked her and she nodded.

"It means a really, really long time." She told him proudly and he nodded. He knew what that meant, it meant her mom was dead. Like his and Sam's was. He glanced over at his brother, who was playing with Amy's new car play set. Sometimes he was glad Sam had only been a baby when their mom died, because he didn't miss her like he did. Sam knew there was someone missing, but he couldn't remember a time she had been there. Dean, he missed her terribly and he knew Amy would remember like he did as well.

"It does." He humoured, realising she didn't know what her mom being away meant, and he didn't want to shatter her happiness like his and Sam's had been, "What should we play first?" He asked knowingly and she broke out into a grin.

"Helicop'er!" She exclaimed, chucking her arms in the air.

"Oh, no!" He groaned exaggeratedly, "We can't play that. You're too big now." She shook her head.

"Nu-uh!" She protested, "I'm only 5, Sammy's older than me, which makes me the smallest." Sam looked up, alarmed.

"I wanna do it too!" He exclaimed worried and Amy shook her head.

"Me first!" She argued and Sam stood up.

"No, I'm his brother." He pointed out with a little kid smirk.

"But I'm his friend." She cried.

"Doesn't matter." Sam told her, "Brother's come first." She pouted and Dean suppressed his smile at the two little kids arguing. Normal times were something he craved for, and this was one of them rare moments he could imagine happening in other families around the world.

"But, but, but!" She stuttered, "I'm gonna marry him!" She threw out as her last resort and it was Dean's turn to look alarmed.

"Wait, what?" He asked and Sam looked confused.

"What's that?" He asked and she sat up straighter, ready to impart her expert knowledge to him.

"It's where people who love each other have a party and they get a happily ever after." She explained. Sam pouted.

"I want a happily ever after too!" He moaned, "Dean, tell her I can have one too."

"I don't think you understand how it works." Dean told the pair and Amy shook her head.

"Do too!" She protested, turning back to Sam, "You can marry us too, but only if I get the helicop'er first." Sam nodded eagerly.

"Okay, you can go first." She turned to Dean expectantly and he rolled his eyes, standing up with his back towards her.

"Hop on then." He commanded and she cheered, jumping on the boy's back and he began spinning her around.

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Dean dropped Sam onto the bed with a bounce, falling next to him, everyone laughing even though he was quite dizzy now. Amy climbed onto the bed next to him and leant her head on his shoulder as Dean stretched his back.

"You two are really getting too big for that." He told them and she shook her head.

"You'll just have to get bigger then." She replied matter-of-factly and he laughed.

"I'll try." He promised her. She looked thoughtful for a moment, her brow furrowing comically.

"Dean, is your dad gone for forever too?" She asked quietly. He felt himself go defensive, because no his dad wasn't going to die and how dare she say that... when he remembered she didn't know what it meant. He shook his head.

"No, he'll be back in a few days." Dean replied confidently and she looked down, upset.

"When will my mommy be back?" She asked and he bit his lip, pulling her in for a hug.

"Forever is very, very long time." He told her apologetically, "But until then, you'll have Bobby, and me and Sam." Sam nodded, scooting closer and patting her back like he'd seen grown-up's do on TV.

"Yeah, and our mommy is gone for forever too." Sam told her, "It's okay, though, cause I have Dean."

"So, you'll be okay too." Dean finished, making her look up at him, "Don't forget, you'll marry me and Sam and then you'll be part of our family so you won't be on your own."

Outside the door, Bobby's heart broke all over again as he listened to two little kids comfort the poor girl when he couldn't. He'd not been able to bring himself to tell her that her mom had died, and Sam and Dean were doing a better job than he was. He pushed the door open and found the three in a huddle on the middle of the new bed that had taken him all day to put together.

"Hey, you three." He said, "Food's up, you coming?"

"What we having, Uncle Bobby?" Amy asked.

"Sandwiches, mainly." He said with a mischievous smile.

"Mainly?" Dean asked, seeing the tease more than the other two. Bobby nodded.

"Well, I went to the store this morning and bought a big apple pie, but I don't know if you'll want..." He was interrupted by a big cheer from the three and he chuckled lowly. Amy was already off the bed, a big smile on her face even though she was clinging to Dean's hand tightly.

"Can I have my sammiches cut up into shapes?" She asked Bobby, who nodded as they headed back down stairs.

"I'll try, I can't promise they'll be any good though." He replied.

"I'll help!" Dean exclaimed, always wanting to be the adult in any situation. Bobby nodded.

"All right, Dean. I'll make them, you can carve 'em up."

As Bobby made the baloney sandwiches, and he watched Dean painstakingly carve a castle out of one, handing it to Amy who stared up at him with pure adoration on her face, he briefly thought that they would be okay after all.

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Dean and Sam shared a room, now that Amy had her own. Bobby had dragged the old bed from the other room into the spare room, so at least they didn't have to share that. It was a luxury they'd barely experienced, being on the road so often meant they'd shared beds more than they'd not. Sam, still innocent and young didn't wake when the door creaked open but Dean's eyes snapped open, having been trained to always be aware, even when asleep. The little sniffle calmed him down slightly and he saw the outline of Amy in the doorway, stuffed toy in hand as she cried. He climbed out of bed, walking over and crouching down like Bobby did.

"What's wrong?" He whispered.

"It's dark an' I can't sleep." She sobbed and he smiled kindly, holding his hand out. She clutched it tightly and he lead her back to bed, covering her up.

"Did you have a bad dream?" He asked, "Because they can't hurt you, you know?" He grinned, "I won't let them." She shook her head.

"No, mommy used to let me sing to sleep, but Uncle Bobby won't let me." Dean frowned.

"Why not?"

"Because of a secret." She replied sadly. He smiled, looking towards the door then back at her. He stood up and closed it, after checking the hallway, and then moved back over, climbing onto the bed with her.

"Well, I won't tell him if you won't." He promised quietly and a huge smile broke on her face.

"Really?" He nodded and she nodded, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. A sweet 'ah'-type note came out and he was pleasantly surprised to find she could actually sing. Then, the room flashed with a bright light and he was suddenly alert again. He rolled over, using himself as a shield over her but she didn't seem alarmed as the room flashed white again. She continued to sing, and he was mystified to hear what sounded like a church choir joining in, all singing the same note. He looked around, trying to spot the source of the mystical sound, but he couldn't. Maybe this was a bad idea. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped. He turned back to see her fast asleep, a soft, content smile on her face. The door burst open and Bobby appeared with a shotgun.

"What was that, Bobby?" Dean asked, afraid yet calm in equal measures. Bobby lowered his gun and nodded his head for Dean to follow him.

"I don't know, son." He replied, "But no more singing, okay? And don't tell anyone, especially your dad." Dean nodded solemnly, knowing what his dad might do if he found out. Bobby opened the bedroom door and they found Sam still fast asleep, "That boy could sleep through the apocalypse." Bobby commented fondly and Dean nodded, "Right, sleep, okay?" Dean nodded and headed to his own bed.