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Age 8

"They're not angels Daddy." The little girl said, shrinking back against her father's legs. Her Daddy had never brought anyone but other angels here. Why would he now?

Qaphiel, Angel of the Moon, smiled down at his Halfling daughter. "It's ok Aleksandrya. These are the Winchesters. They're humans. Good humans. They're going to watch after you from now on."

Aleksandrya turned her wide, grey eyes up at her father, tears swimming in them. "Why can't you keep taking care of me Daddy? I know that it's not easy with Mommy gone, but I'll try to be good. I promise."

"I have to go back to Heaven mea flos." Qaphiel murmured, kneeling down in front of Aleksandrya. His heart broke as he stared at her. She truly was his daughter, in looks with her long black hair, the color of the sky on a starless night, and those slate colored eyes that reminded him of the lunar body he was in charge of. She was his carbon copy. "But I will come visit when I can. And look, John has two sons, Sammy and Dean. Sammy is eight, just like you, and Dean is twelve. You'll have someone to play with."

Aleksandrya launched herself at Qaphiel, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. "I don't want you to go Daddy. Please stay with me!"

"I can't infantula. I have a job to do, and God will be very angry with me if I don't do it. But every month, during the new moon, I'll come and spend time with you, OK?"

Tears streamed from Aleksandrya's eyes, but she steeled herself against them. She could handle this. She could handle anything. "OK Daddy. I love you." Aleksandrya whispered, giving her father one last squeeze before letting him go. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she turned to face the Winchesters. Her new family.

The oldest man knelt in front of her. "Hi sweetheart." He said, his voice gruff and lightly accented. He sounded like he was somewhere from the Midwest. "I'm John. What's your name."

Aleksandrya smiled at him weakly. "I'm Aleksandrya, but my Mommy called me Alek and my Daddy calls me mea flos, or infantula, or sometimes he'll call me paulo angelus."

"What would you like me to call you?" John asked, smiling at the little girl. She was adorable.

Aleksandrya's brow furrowed in thought for a moment, before she looked up at him shyly. "Would you call me Alek? I liked it when my Mommy called me that."

John gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze. "Then from now on, you're Alek to me. Would you like to meet my sons?" Alek nodded bashfully. "Dean. Sam. Come over here boys!"

Alek watched as the two boys headed toward her, and she unconsciously inched backwards, positioning herself slightly behind her father's legs. "It's ok infantula. They won't hurt you." Qaphiel said, pushing her forward.

Alek glanced up at her father for a split second, before stepping toward the two boys. One was her age, as her father said, with floppy blond hair, hazel eyes, and a bright smile. Alek instantly liked him. "I'm Sammy." He told her, sticking his hand out. Alek took it timorously, and gave Sammy a weak smile.

"Alek." She replied. The second boy stepped forward then, pushing his little brother behind him slightly. This one had dark hair and piercing green eyes that gave Alek the impression that he could see into her soul. Seeing Alek shrink back a little tugged at Dean's heart, and he grinned lightly, trying to put her at ease. "I'm Dean." He said softly. "How are you doing Alek?"

Alek had never heard of the concept of lying. The entire process seemed to elude her. "I'm scared Dean. I don't know you and my Daddy wants me to go live with you."

Dean was taken aback by the little girl's openness. Shaking it off, he squatted in front of her. "I'm sorry you're scared Alek. But you see Sammy there?" Alek nodded. "Sammy is my little brother. I take care of him while our Dad is working. I'll take care of you too, OK?"

Alek studied him slowly, before stepping forward and giving him a hug. Dean's arms came around the tiny girl before he knew what he was doing. "You promise Dean?"

Dean hugged her tightly. "I promise Alek." He put stood up and held his hand down to her. "Come on. How about me, you, and Sam go pack your stuff while our Dads talk?" Alek stared at him for a moment before nodding and grabbing his hand. Dean looked back at John questioningly.

"We'll leave in 30 minutes." John replied, and Dean blinked his understanding before grabbing Sammy's hand as well and leading both children up the stairs. Qaphiel and John watched them go with a mix of pride and pain.