After two days we arrived at my home, my parents hugging me tightly as they left the house. John, I'd learned, and Dean helped me take my things inside my old room, and my parents made them sit down to eat as thanks for getting me home safely. I'd learned that John and his son were FBI agents, and ironically enough, they were looking into a case near my hometown. That's how the friendship between Dean and I bloomed. He came over to the house frequently when he wasn't working, helping me with basic chores like cooking and dishes. Sometimes he'd help me study. He was kind, and didn't seem to mind that I was pregnant. He was just angry that my ex hadn't believed me and left me for another woman. My parents adored him, and I found myself liking him as well. I wasn't ready or even remotely okay with starting a new relationship, but it was nice having someone to talk to.

It had been three weeks since if left California, and Dean visited me almost every day. That particular day, he'd helped me shop for groceries for dinner, then helped me home. As we left the car and headed inside, I heard the answering machine beep, indicating someone had called.

"Just set it down in the kitchen, I'll take care of it later." He smiled and nodded, and I walked over to the answering machine and hit play.

"Riley. Hey. I uh, I just wanted to see if you were alright I guess. You just took off, and I assumed you'd head home. I hope you're okay. I still love you Ley. maybe not in the way I did before but I do still love you. I'm here if you need anything. I'll talk to you later I guess. Bye Riles. Take care of yourself." I felt tears drop down my face as I listened, feeling my heart break all over again. Damn him.

--General POV--

Dean had just finished taking her groceries into the kitchen. He likes being here, helping her. He liked the feeling of being domestic, having somewhere and someone to go home too. Of course he knew it was ridiculous. He was a hunter, and he loved it, but he loved this too. Normal. He walked back to the living room, seeing her press play on the message shed missed while they were out.

"Riley. Hey. I uh, I just wanted to see if you were alright I guess. You just took off, and I assumed you'd head home. I hope you're okay. I still love you Ley. maybe not in the way I did before but I do still love you. I'm here if you need anything. I'll talk to you later I guess. Bye Riles. Take care of yourself."

Dean paled at the sound. It wasn't possible, but there was no way he was wrong. He knew that voice, of course he did. Dean could never mistake the voice...of his own brother.

He stared at me, the tears flowing down me cheeks, the hand I had rested on my hardly-even-there baby bump.

"Ley? Who was that?" He managed to choke out, and I cleared my throat, furiously wiping at my eyes before turning to him.

"My ex."

"The 'didn't believe you when you said you were pregnant and left you for another woman' ex?" I chuckled at that, nodding sadly.

"No. No, Sammys not like that. He wouldn't do that to someone, especially not someone he loved. No way." It took a moment to register what he'd just said, but when I did, I stared over at him in confusion and anger, emotions clouding my better judgement.

"How did you know his name was Sam? Who the hell are you?!" He opened his mouth a few times, trying to find the right words to say.

"My name is Dean Winchester. Sam's my brother." My eyes widened, mouth agape as I threaded my fingers through my hair, gripping tightly to the roots. I began to laugh, the sound tight and lacking emotion. I didn't think this was funny at all.

"I swear, it's like I never knew him at all. He told me his family was dead!" Dean cringed at that, then pulled out his wallet, showing me a picture of two men, one obviously the man before me, and the other, Sam. I stared at it, as if scrutinizing whether or not it was real, and then I was running. My hand was clamped tightly over my mouth as I darted towards the bathroom, and Dean was quick to follow, holding my hair back as I wretched and sobbed simultaneously. When I was done, he wiped my mouth with a warm washcloth, lifting me from the floor so I could rinse out my mouth and brush my teeth. He left me to my own devices, and I heard his footsteps move towards the living room. I had no idea what to think, how to react to this. I was scared honestly. I was scared Dean would leave. I loved having him around. He was an amazing person, supportive and kind, and in many ways, he reminded me of......Sam. I shook my head, unwilling to think about him as I made my decision. I left the bathroom minutes later, running my hand through my hair and heaving a sigh.

"So what now?" I asked, and Dean forced a laugh.

"Well that's up to you." I smiled at him, shrugging slightly.

"You're good to me Dean, and I want you around, and your dad. You're the uncle, and Johns the grandfather. I'm not going to keep you out of their life. That is, as long as you're comfortable. I'll understand if you aren't." He smiled at me widely, lunging from the couch to pull me into a tight hug before pressing his lips to my forehead.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world sweetheart."

-General POV-

The hard part had been telling John. Anger pulsed through him at first, mostly at her, because, like Dean, he couldn't see Sam doing something that cruel. But then Dean played him the message, and his anger turned into deep seated disappointment. Despite popular belief, John loved his sons, and while he knew he had little part in raising them, he knew Dean hadn't raised him to be disrespectful. He hasn't raised him to be a liar, a cheater, and for the first time, John found himself truly disappointed in his son. Of course, then came the conflict of juggling hunting and Sams baby, and then he was angry all over again. They couldn't stay indefinitely. They had a job, but he knew they couldn't just disappear. And so he decided, he and Dean would split up, and Dean would stay with Riley during the duration of her pregnancy while John continued hunting. Dean was oddly okay with the idea, happy even. While John was surprised, he was happy Dean hadn't argued. Of course they had to come up with a half assed excuse for Riley considering they were "FBI agents", but she believed them easily. Dean was just going to work from her area until she's had the baby. So, with an awkward hug and promises to return, John hit the road, leaving Dean and Riley on the curb. He knew they'd be okay.