au where Magda is an infant or young toddler when tfw comes across her.
Sam’s psychic powers reawaken in his dreams, where he hears the cries of a young child and gets a sense of dread and overwhelming fear. He doesn’t understand what’s happening or why until they pass the place where Magda is being kept and Sam literally passes out for a moment from the strength of the vision that overtakes him. Dean is freaking out when he wakes up, and Sam is so scared because he doesn’t know why this is happening, but they have to check it out. They need answers.
So they go in, and in a too-cold concrete basement they find Magda, who is at most two years old, who is utterly silent and unmoving. But Sam still hears screaming and his heart is pounding in fear, and he can put the pieces together: this child needs to get out of here, this child is scared, and this child is psychic. So he picks her up, and the wailing stops abruptly - he doesn’t know why, or how to take it, but he focuses on getting out of there. She’s cold in his arms, so he takes off his big brown jacket and wraps her in it, gently, while she stares at him.
The family comes home and catches them. Sam and Dean fight their way out, Sam with one arm protecting magda at all times, her crying echoing in his skull as gunshots echo in the room. Somehow, impossibly, a stray bullet catches the stove as they duck out the front door. Fire blooms across the dirty floors, the explosion catching the parents in its embrace. Magda, wrapped in Sam’s jacket, carried in Sam’s arms, is carried out, safe, and by the Impala Sam pauses to look back at the burning building.
In the Impala, it’s silent. Dean doesn’t play music, too on-edge and off-center from the rescue and the truth of what was happening in there. Sam isn’t saying anything, trying to think of how to best take care of this child and not what she did, not what she is, not what Sam himself is.
And Magda, dozing in Sam’s warm jacket, secure in his lap, is also silent - both out loud and in Sam’s head.
He doesn’t know how to take that. At least when she was screaming in fear, he knew what she needed, how she felt. But then again, the sensation of utter terror isn’t washing over him anymore, so there’s that.
They’re silent all the way home.