[There is the sound of shuffling around then a gasp of breath before a very young sounding voice calls out, hesitantly.]Mommy? Where are you? What's this place? Hello? Mommy?
[There's some more shuffling then the voice - a bit muffled due to the distance from the PDA - begins to grow louder and much more frantic sounding. There's some banging, then pounding, then the sound of wood starting to splinter.]MOMMY! HELP! SOMEBODY'S GOT ME IN A ROOM AND THE DOOR'S TOO BIG AND I CAN'T GET OUT! WHERE ARE YOU?!?!
[Suddenly, there's a creaking of a door opening and the screaming stops. For a moment, there's nothing but silence, then another voice - this one slightly older - speaks.]Who're you?
[a pause and, before the younger girl can answer, the older one suddenly yells]MOMMY! DADDY! YOU BOTH PROMISED THERE WON'T BE NO MORE LITTLE GIRL BABIES HERE AND THERE'S ONE RIGHT NOW!
[There's footsteps echoing quickly down the hallway, growing closer, and the screaming stops abruptly at the sound of Claire's sharp tone, still thick with sleep.]Meredith Noa Winchester, what in the
world are you doing? Do you have any idea what time it is? So help me, get your-
[a pause and a gasp] Holy... honey? Um... honey, it's okay. Don't cry. What's your name? Are you okay?
[There's a soft sniffle then the younger girl speaks]My name's Emma and I want my mommy!
[more sniffling][A long pause follows before Claire suddenly exhales sharply. At first, she's merely muttering.] Oh, for the love of Emmy...
[Her voice gets louder, definitely no longer half-asleep.]Dean! Get in here! NOW! We have a problem...