Okay, real quick for any new readers coming into this story. I've been thinking of rewriting this fic for a while now, especially the earlier chapters. My writing style has changed a lot since I started this fic and I cringe every time I read the earlier chapters. I'll probably start the rewrite after I mark this fic as complete after season five. To my old readers, don't worry, the fic is not going to be deleted entirely. I'm just going to rewrite the chapters with my current writing style and replace the old chapters with those ones. Once I start, there will most likely be a quality drop, but it'll be temporary while I work on fixing each chapter up.

Lawrence, Kansas. April 1989

A woman paced around a living room, carrying a baby in her arms. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, tall, with medium-length, dark brown hair, and light brown eyes. The baby was only a few months old, her eyes were still a greyish color, but she had very dark brown hair that went almost down to her ears. Sitting on a couch nearby was a man with curly, blond hair and light blue eyes. The baby's name was Amelia, the man was her father, Henry, and the woman carrying her was her mother, Jessica. They were a small, but happy family.

"I think she's finally asleep," Jessica whispered. It was around 9 p.m. and she had been trying to get Amelia to sleep for about half an hour. "I'm gonna go put her in her crib."

Henry nodded, watching his wife walk towards the stairs. As soon as she disappeared up the stairs, he turned back to the paper he had been reading.

"Henry!" A panicked scream echoed through the silent house. Henry threw down his paper and rushed up the stairs.

"Jess!" He ran down the hall towards Amelia's bedroom. Jess was clutching Amelia close to her, staring fearfully at a man standing at the end of the dimly lit hallway.

"I don't know who you are, but you need to get out of my house right now before I call the cops," Henry fumed.

The man at the end of the hallway sneered. "Or what?"

Jessica, who had managed to calm down, quickly handed a now-crying Amelia to Henry. "Take the baby and get out of here," she ordered.

Henry took Amelia from his wife and looked at her in surprise. "What? No, I'm not leaving."

"I'm not arguing! Get our baby out of here now!"

Jess pulled out a knife and lunged at the man standing down the hallway. The man flicked his wrist, and she was sent flying back in the opposite direction.

"You know you can't defeat me, Jessie," the man snarled. He flicked his wrist again, and a snap was heard. Jess fell to the floor in a heap, no longer moving.

"Who...what...what are you?" Henry began backing away, his face twisting with apprehension

The man blinked, and his eyeballs turned a solid black color, not answering the question. With another flick of his wrist, Henry was thrown back as well, dropping Amelia in the process. The helpless four-month-old was thrown back toward the living room.

"Amelia!" Henry scrambled to his feet, only to be thrown back again by another invisible force. He watched helplessly as a yellow ring appeared on the ground, sucking everything around it, including Amelia, inside, closing around his four-month-old baby.

"No!" the demon screamed.

"Where's my daughter, you bitch?"

"I don't need to answer to you," The demon sneered. With one final flick of his wrist, Henry's neck snapped, and he fell to the floor just like his wife.

Los Angeles, California - 16 years later

Emily had been at the foster home for as long as she could remember. Ms. Claudwell had found her on the doorstep in the middle of the night of July 24th, 1998, which she turned into Emily's birthday.

The now seven-year-old ran down the hall with her friends towards the TV room. Life at the home wasn't like in the movies where their foster mother made life a living hell. Ms. Claudwell did her best to make sure all the girls felt at home from the moment they got dropped off at the home. She gave them presents every Christmas and birthday, taught them how to read and write, and made sure they had ways to entertain themselves, such as toys, a TV, a computer, and video games. The home even had a pool in the back to swim in during the summer. Each girl had their own bedroom, decorated to their liking. As for Emily, this had been her home her entire life. Seven years of living in the home with five other girls, ages five to fourteen. Her parents didn't leave any note, not even one with her name on it, leading Ms. Claudwell to name her just Emily.

Emily was a small girl for her age. Three feet, five inches and forty-two pounds. Long brown hair that went down to her hips and light brown eyes. She had taken up an interest in drawing and writing recently and could usually be found doing one of the two when she was bored. She also had a secret. One that she and the other girls kept from Ms. Claudwell.

When Emily was four years old she discovered a secret power that she had. If she wanted to, Emily could make objects move without touching them. After a year or so, she was able to float and make the other kids float as well. Of course, being four years old when she found out, she wasn't that good at the time at keeping it a secret and it wasn't long before the other kids found out. The older kids helped Emily control her powers and keep them a secret from Ms. Claudwell, as they were all afraid of what she might do if she ever found out. It was a bit harder getting the younger kids to keep it a secret as well. Almost all of them wanted to run and tell Ms. Claudwell everything that came to their tiny minds.

Overall, Emily was a happy kid. She was still waiting to find a family of her own, but she was still hopeful that it would happen soon.

Los Angeles, California - 10 years later

The now seventeen-year-old Emily watched as another family walked out with three-year-old Alex, who was beaming ear-to-ear. Emily slowly turned around and headed back to her room. She was going to be turning eighteen in two months and the whole time she had been here, nobody had come to adopt her. Around the age of thirteen, she had begun to give up the hope of ever having a family. Another four years and she had stopped meeting the families that came to the house anymore. Nobody wanted to adopt a teenager, let alone one that was going to be an adult in a couple short months. She no longer felt motivated to do the things she used to love, like writing or drawing. Her powers had stopped working a few years ago as well. She hadn't been able to get them to work since the day she began losing hope.

"Emily?" She heard Ms. Claudwell ask from behind her. "I didn't see you downstairs for adoption day. Is everything okay?"

Emily turned around. "Ye-yeah," she lied. "I just wasn't feeling up to it today."

"What's going on?"

Ms. Claudwell was always someone the girls felt they could talk to about anything, so Emily had no problem opening up. "I just don't see a point in going to those things anymore, okay?"

Ms. Claudwell looked at her for a moment and then gestured Emily into her room. "Talk to me."

"I've been here for seventeen years," Emily sighed. "For seventeen years, I've watched family after family walk in here and leave with either no kid or one of the younger kids. I'm turning eighteen in a couple months. Nobody is going to adopt me in that amount of time so I just don't see a point in going down there and meeting parents anymore. No one wants a teenager. People would rather adopt a baby or a toddler, or one of the younger kids that they can teach. Not someone who will be an adult soon." She looked up, tears in her eyes. "I'm never going to have a family."

"Sit down real quick."

Emily did.

"Emily, I know these past few years have been hard on you. You used to be this special, bright, shining kid who could light up a room just by walking into it. You wrote amazing stories and were a fantastic artist. And then one day you just stopped. That gleam faded from your eyes and you just changed. That happy little girl was gone and all I saw in her place was a girl who had lost all hope."

Not seeing a reason for this speech, Emily asked, "What's your point?"

"It's not the first time I've seen this. I've watched teenagers start to feel the same way as you are right now, and some of them even got adopted later on. I know there's not much I can do, but I promise it will get better. And one of these days, maybe your powers will come back," Ms. Claudwell smirked.

At that last sentence, Emily looked up in shock. "You knew?"

Ms. Claudwell nodded. "You weren't as good at hiding it when you were younger as you thought." She smiled. "I've known for a long time. I used to love watching you girls dance around in the air as the piano played itself, with all your old toys joining in. It seemed like those were the times that you were happiest."

"Why didn't you say anything? The other girls and I hid it from you because we were afraid of what you might do if you found out. If we had known you knew-"

"You would have been more open with them around me?"

Emily nodded. "Yeah."

"I wanted you to tell me when you were ready." Ms. Claudwell sighed, "but then one day you just stopped using them. I haven't seen anything float around here in years. I miss it."

"I haven't been able to use them in years. I've tried but one day I just woke up and they didn't work. I still have them, I think, they just aren't working."

"I always thought they were tied to your happiness," Ms. Claudwell observed. "From what I saw, the happier you were, the easier it was for you to use them."

Emily shrugged. "Yeah, maybe you're right, but the thing is, I don't think I've been happy in a long time. So, if that is it then..." Emily trailed off with a shrug.

"I've got to go check on the other girls, but if you ever want to talk some more, you know where to find me, yeah?"

Emily nodded. "Thank you Ms. Claudwell."

The rest of the day went by pretty normally. A few years back, Emily had discovered the world of fandoms. She had gotten a job at age fifteen and had eventually saved up enough to buy herself a laptop and cellphone, so she could watch her shows and not have to wait for her turn on the TV. It wasn't long before she discovered a show called Supernatural. And it wasn't long after that that she had fallen in love with it. The show only had three seasons when she discovered it, but it was now on its eleventh and had just been renewed for a twelfth.

Emily yawned as she watched the season eleven finale on Netflix for probably the millionth time. She closed her laptop and laid down, finally getting the well-deserved sleep she needed.

"...okay? ...'llo? Can you hear me?"