Episode: Season 8 - We Need to Talk About Kevin Pt. 4  

Unfortunately, our reunion was cut a bit short after both boys informed me that Kevin, our little prophet friend, was now missing. Or rather, kidnapped. By my father. So with that, the four of us took off in the Impala headed to Michigan but not before, both boys convinced me to sell the small house I'd shared with my daughter the past 12 and a half months. It was hard but I knew it was all for the best - I belonged on the road with them, hunting again. And Yasmin deserved to grow up knowing her father.

But even though we were all back together, I could feel a tension in the air. I shrugged off the feeling though, avoiding anyone's gaze as I cooed at my daughter who sat in the backseat beside me in her velvety-soft dark blue car-seat. Dean kept sneaking glances at her through the overhead mirror, making me smile despite myself. He was nervous, I could tell. For so many reasons, I knew. But even though he was scared of this - of being a father - I knew he wanted nothing more than to hold her, gaze into her green eyes that were identical to his.

And as Yasmin drifted off to sleep, her head tilted towards the window so that the warm sunlight trickled down on her black tufts of hair, I vowed to myself that he would do just that. Night was falling fast by the time we hit the Michigan state line and soon after, Dean pulled Baby into the run-down parking lot of a motel. I glanced up through the smudged back window, taking in the old building. It had been so long since I'd been to one of these... Part of me couldn't believe I was back in this life again. Sure, I'd never quit practicing my magic but...for the most part, Sam and I had left the supernatural life behind. For ourselves as well as for Yasmin.

I admit, there was still a lingering part of me - a nagging at the back of my brain - that she didn't belong in this life. Sighing as I pushed the thoughts aside, I climbed out of the Impala as Dean returned from getting us a room and carefully picked up my sleeping baby girl in my arms. Her head slid down against my chest, snuggling against my faded black vintage Charmed t-shirt. As the boys got out the rest of their things, I made my way to the hotel room before kicking the slightly ajar door open with my Converse sneaker. My dark eyes scanned my surroundings and a brief smile graced my features as they landed on a small room adjacent to this one. Stepping inside, I walked over to the single bed and lied her sleeping form down on top of the covers.

Admittedly, it would have been better to have a crib but this would have to do for now. I turned to leave then when I heard voices talking in the other room - Sam and Dean's. They must have finished unpacking. I was about to step in to join them when their words made me stop in my tracks.

"Is that, uh, that how you rationalized taking a year off? People will be okay?" Dean's biting words left his mouth, making my eyes widen a fraction.

"People were okay, Dean. You're okay," Sam replied in a tired voice.

Dean mouth a slight, sarcastic 'wow' before Sam continued.

"Look, I did what I promised we'd do - I moved on, I lived my life,"

"Yeah, oh, I'm getting that," Dean responded curtly.

"Look, it wasn't just like I was oblivious. I mean, I read the paper everyday. I saw the weird stories, the kind of stuff we used to chase,"

"And you said what? 'Not my problem'?" Dean bit back.

"Yes," Sam replied without hesitation, "And you know what? The world went on,"

"People died, Sam,"

"People always die, Dean. Or maybe another hunter took care of it - I don't know. But point is, for the first time, I realized it wasn't only up to me to stop it,"

I almost scoffed then and there, feeling my blood boil. How dare he! He knew very well that him and I took a year off after Sam died a few years back. We led an apple-pie life just like Sam had wanted us to. Yet when Sam did the same exact thing it was supposed to be different?! I didn't have time to think that one over though before the next words left Dean's mouth.

"So what was it? Huh? What could possibly make you stop just like that? A girl?"

Silence reigned between them then and I bit my lip, listening through the thin wall.

"Was there a girl?"

"The girl had nothing to do with it," Sam evaded the question entirely.

"There was a girl?" Dean asked again, more of a statement than a question this time.

"Yeah. There was a girl...and then there wasn't... Anymore questions?" Sam shot back at his brother.

My eyes flicked down to my scuffed shoes briefly, feeling a sadness wash over me. As silence ensued once again, I walked into the adjacent room they were in, clearing my throat.

"Dean?" I asked, making his head pop up to face me, "You wanna meet your daughter now?"

His green eyes were hesitant but a bright smile lit up his face at the offer, his feet following after me into the other bedroom. As soon as his gaze landed on his baby girl's sleeping form, I could practically see his heart melt. His eyes roved over her features taking in every little detail about her. Her own little eyes fluttered open then, gazing up into the identical candy-apple green orbs of her father. Dean sucked in a sharp breath at the sight. I truly believe that was the moment she stole his heart so completely.

He turned to me then, as if asking permission and grinning back, I nodded to him. As gentle as I imagined him to be when he'd held Sam as a baby, he picked up Yasmin in his strong arms. Dean was so nervous. I could see it in his tense stance, the look in his eyes - as if he was so afraid he would break her somehow. The brave hunter - brought to his knees by a small infant. I would have chuckled if it wasn't for my love for him.

But Yasmin didn't share any of his anxiety, almost as if she could sense this man holding her was her father. Instantly, she snuggled into his soft dark blue over-shirt. I heard Dean release a shaky breath in disbelief, the muscles in his back relaxing visibly. Smiling from ear-to-ear, I walked over to the both of them, wrapping my arms around his torso, my cheek pressed against his warm back.

"See? Nothing to be afraid of. She already loves you like I do." I told him quietly, my voice soft in the stillness, feeling as if my life was complete once again.