Blake and Milo stood beside Sam as he waited outside the hospital where Dean was going in. Blake had held his hand as they walked a little ways to the sidewalk.
"Uncle Sammy?" The girl asked, once she watched as he suddenly stopped and grabbed his head. A brow raised in concern.
She felt the rain softly as it fell onto them. She tugged at his sleeve as he continued to breath heavily and unevenly. His hands at his temples.
"Are you okay?" She asked. However, she was ignored.
"A train." He whispered and quickly went into his backpack and pulled out a map.
"A train?" Blake questioned. She had no idea what to do. Her uncle was acting strange and her father was busy in the hospital.
She looked to Milo who shrugged his shoulders.
When Sam suddenly began walking away, Blake and Milo are quick to follow.
Coming to a stop, Blake moved her wet hair out of her face. She blinked and looked over to the big house that was across the street.
Sam looked down to Blake and grabbed her hand and the three quickly cross the street and over to the woman who was pushing a stroller.
Standing slightly behind her uncle, Blake questioned in her head why they were talking to this stranger.
"Hi. Here, you look like you don't need that anymore." Sam said kindly and took the handle of the stroller. The woman laughed a little and quickly put down her umbrella.
"Oh, thanks." She said.
"She's gorgeous. Is she yours?" Sam asked referring to the baby. Blake and Milo held hands as they witness what was going on.
"Yeah." The woman told him.
"Oh, wow. I'm sorry, I'm rude. I'm Sam. We just moved in the up the block." Said Sam as he looked over to his niece and Milo. The woman smiled at them.
"They're cute." She says "I'm Monica."
"Monica." Sam repeats.
"This is Rosie."
"Rosie. Hi, Rosie. This is Blake and Milo." Sam said and pointed to them. She smiled at them. Blake kindly smiled back.
"So welcome to the neighborhood." Monica says
"Thank you. Wow. She's such a good baby." Sam comments.
"I know, she—I mean, she never cries." Monica gushed. "She just stares at everybody. Sometimes she looks at you and I swear it's—it's like she's reading your mind."
"What about you, Monica? Have you lived here long?" Sam asked
"My husband and I, we bought our place just before Rosie was born." She says
"How old is Rosie."
"She's 6 months today." Monica told him.
Blake blinked. She was paying enough attention earlier to know that's exactly how old her uncle was when the demon came. And if Blake knew anything, she knew that this baby was probably next.
"She's big, right? Growing like a weed."
"Yeah." Sam says, with a distant laugh, Blake tugged on his sleeve again and he looked down at her, a knowing glance shared between the two, Sam turned back to Monica.
"Monica—-?"
"Yeah?"
"Just.....just take care of yourself, okay?" He told her.
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Someone's Daughter
Fanfiction(~~{ 1---3}~~) Blake Winchester wasn't like her father or uncle. She wasn't strong, she wasn't one to go straight to violence. She was soft, she was sweet, she was shy, she was, sometimes, clumsy. Follow Blake as she learns that she had to be mor...
