AN: Before I say anything else, I first have to give the biggest thank you to SuperVikinggirl. It has been over three months since she sent me the request for this story, and this is honestly how long it's taken me to get it completed. Her prompt was as follows: "I think that I'd love to see Sam and Dean contend with all of the above while trying to deal with the aftermath of a hunt going 'seven ways from wrong' which results in both our boys injured, but Sam runs himself ragged trying to take care of Dean's serious injuries, Angela's budding powers and Meg just being a demon and not really helping...at least in the start." Luckily the whole thing is written out, I just have to get it typed up, so there won't be an unbearably long wait in between chapters. Story and chapter titles from a Three Days Grace song, Lost In You.

Background for story: I won't make y'all read the other two parts of this series, entitled Lost in You, so I'll do my best to summarise it here. If you have read them, feel free to ignore this and jump onto the story, and enjoy! For the rest of you, basically back when Sam was soulless, he and Meg had a one-night-stand type deal (Let Me Inside) and after that, the two are separated until their canonical meet-up in season eight, where Sam learns that their last encounter had actually resulted in Meg getting pregnant. Crowley had found out about it, and kidnapped her and planned on raising Meg's ironically named child, Angela, hoping to use her half-human, half-demon abilities for himself, leading Angela to believe he was her real father. Sam willingly threw himself into Crowley's hands in hopes of finding a way to escape with Angela in tow, and, spoiler alert for Let Me Get Close to You, he succeeds. He brings both Angela and Meg back to the bunker, and Meg decides to stay because it's the safest place she and Angela can be. Not to mention that she gets to have sex with Sam pretty much anytime they're bored. (No smut in this story, just FYI.) I ship them both so much, but even by the end of this story there's still no real romance between the two of them, but I'm kind of loving that dynamic. Okay, I hope I've cleared everything up, and caught y'all up. If there are any questions about something I may not have covered here, feel free to ask me, I'd hate for you to be confused. That said, onto the story!

The Winchesters' lives had always been weird. Suddenly throw a half-demon, half-human toddler, and her full-demon mother into the mix, and things'll get even weirder. The weirdest part of it though wasn't Angela's constantly fluctuating abilities and how she'd use them to lash out when she was upset. No, it was Meg. A fairly powerful demon, yet she'd chosen to stay behind with the Winchesters, and she'd willingly accepted her role as a mother, and she honestly wasn't that bad at it either.

Yeah, weird.

Not to mention the casual fucking sessions Sam and Meg would have. Neither her nor Sam particularly liked one another, but both of them did have a lot of pent up frustration that often needed- release.

Other than that, Meg pretty much stayed out of their way, besides always stealing their food and beer, yet she refused to ever go out and buy any herself. Demons made shitty roommates. Plain and simple. Meg was further proving that statement as she sat on the couch, crumpling her fourth beer can and carelessly tossing it on the floor.

Huffing as he watched her, Sam asked, "Would it kill you to pick up after yourself once in a while?"

Meg shrugged. "Who knows, may it would. Better safe than sorry." She reached for another beer.

"Okay, that's nearly half a pack, if you're the one drinking it all, you should be the one to start buying it."

"Ysee, I would, but I'm afraid I'm a high-demand item. Too many demons wanna sink their claws into me, so I'm probably better off just staying here."

"Oh, what, and demons don't try to kill me every other week?"

"Did I mention that I think I'm catching a cold?" She gave an obviously fake cough.

"Demons don't even get si- oh, forget it."

Meg smirked in victory, then she turned her head at the sound of someone walking into the room. "Morning, Dean."

Dean scowled briefly, still not sure how he felt about how she and Sam would casually have sex with each other whenever the hell they wanted. He felt like he could never sit down anywhere anymore. He squinted disapprovingly at the mess she left behind.

"Little early isn't it for- five beers?! Seriously?" Dean asked.

"I'm sick." She fake coughed again.

"Course you are." He rubbed a hand over his face, but then turned his attention to his brother. "Think I found us a hunt, Sammy. If you're feeling up to it."

Ever since Sam had completed the first trial, Dean had been even more of a mother hen than usual. Constantly asking Sam if he was alright, or making him soup all the damn time. It was good soup though. But it was still annoying. Sam was a grown man, not a little kid stuck home sick from school. So he spouted out the typical Winchester response.

"I'm fine."

"You sure? No freaky, glowing arms or anything?"

"I'm good, I promise. What's the hunt?"

"Pretty demon-y."

"How do you know?"

"There's a surveillance video of the incident. Whole bar full of people got torn apart, and right at the end, the camera caught a glimpse of the guy's face."

"Lemme guess, black eyes?"

"Bingo." Dean confirmed. "It's just a couple hours out, you feeling up to it?"

Sam sighed wearily, but his exhaustion had nothing to do with the trials. "For the last time, Dean, I'm fine."

Dean raised his hands defensively. "Sorry, just checking. I'll go grab our stuff and meet you in the car."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Saaaammmmy!" A tiny voice called from across the bunker. Looked like Angela was awake. Sam sighed as he headed over to his room. They had given Angela her own, but she'd gotten into the habit of crawling in with him during the night, along with starting to call him, "Sammy" since that was what both Dean and Meg called him, much to his dismay.

Angela sat up in Sam's bed, and she rubbed her eyes in the classic display of a recently woken up child. The almost straight-up bed-head was also quite the amusing sight.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Sam asked as he made his way over to her. She immediately lifted her arms to him, wanting to be held. A small smile tugged at Sam's lips at that. Angela may not yet grasp the fact that he was her real dad, but at least she loved him like one. Sam scooped his little girl into his arms, and she locked her arms around his neck, nuzzling sleepily into his shoulder.

"I wan' b'eakfast." She grumbled.

"Okay, I'll have mama make you some breakfast, cuz I've gotts get to work soon."

Sam heard her sharp inhalation, and a small squeak that bordered on a sob.

Not good.

"Angela, we've talked about thi-" He was cut off as Angela dissolved into a fit. She was quite skilled in the art of temper tantrums. Her furious cries were muffled by Sam's shoulder. She beat her tiny fists against his chest, and further tightened her grip around his neck.

"Angela," Sam said in a calm but stern tone. "I'm going to work, but I'll be back. You and I can play all you want when I'm done, but right now you need to let go, find your mom, and ask her to make you breakfast like a big girl."

"No!" She shrieked, and simultaneously, one of Sam's books flew off his bookcase and hit the wall. Great. One of these kinds of tantrums.

"Am I gonna have to put you in time-out?" Sam asked, pointing at the chair in the middle of a devil's trap facing the corner of Sam's wall. The fear of the dreaded time-out chair quieted Angela in an instant.

"No time-out, no time-out!" She whimpered, clutching desperately at Sam's shirt, almost like she was trying to hide in it. She wiped her nose as she gave a small huff. "Lemme come with you."

That caused a slight tug at Sam's heart. "No, Angie. Somebody's gotta stay here and take care of your mom. You can do that, can't you?"

Pouting briefly, Angela shifted her eyes as she considered the challenge. "'Kay."

"There's my girl." Sam held her a little closer, a fleeting plea of how he hoped that someday she might know that she really is his girl.

"I love you." He told her as he gave her one more hug.

"I love you more." She pecked his cheek.

"And I love you most." He kissed her forehead, and set her down, and watched her waddle off to find Meg. He then heard the Impala's horn go off, Dean apparently having grown too impatient to wait any longer. Sam made his way to the car, and plopped himself down beside his brother.

"She throw a fit?" Dean asked as he started up the engine.

"Yeah, but she only threw a book this time. Nothing got broken like last week."

"And those were nice plates too, you know."

Sam gave Dean a quizzical look.

"What?" Dean asked. "Went over thirty years without ever having anything decent to eat off of. Now that we've got it, I'd appreciate it if your daughter didn't break shit any time she doesn't get chocolate for dinner."

"She was raised by the King of Hell and demons for the first two and a half years of her life, we're lucky the worst of her habits are just regular tantrums that sometimes result in dented walls."

"Guess you're right. Oh, and we'll probably have to pick up some food on the way back from the hunt. Meg's probably taking it all again and blaming it on Angela. Speaking of Meg, are you two still-…?" Dean asked, wary of the answer he might get. He had a good idea of what it was, he was mostly just wanting to be wrong. Sam's flushing cheeks were answer enough though. "Just- stay out of my room." Dean joked. His heart nearly stopped when Sam's eyes instantly darted away from him. "Sam?" Dean asked, dread building up in his gut. "Sammy, please tell me you didn't."

Oh, God, Sam was smirking.

"Consider it payback for all those times you made me sleep in the Impala whenever you had a girl over."

"Sam!"

AN: So this was mostly setting up the rest of the story, but I'm very happy with how this whole piece turned out. Next chapters should be up soon since they're both already all written in my handy notebook, I've just gotta type them up. I'm sure most of y'all know what fully completed chapters means…

Sneak Peek: "His heart briefly stopped when he painfully realised that the demon had indeed done its job, and had sliced right through Sam's anti-possession tattoo."

That cover photo starting to maybe make a bit more sense? Hehe, I love the next chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed this one, and if so, please let me know by dropping a review. I shall see y'all soon with the next chapter!