"Damn it Sam where's Dean?" Cassie shouted into the telephone. The week old baby began to stir. She rocked her nephew. "Sam he needs to get here now. I don't care what damn monster he's chasing. He came here ten months ago and got Alana pregnant. He is going to help take care of his son."

When her younger sister became pregnant after Dean's last visit, Cassie had become suspicious. She badgered Alana for months but she wouldn't confirm that Dean was little Charles father. On the day he born his yellow blonde hair shocked everyone in the delivery room, everyone except Alana. She still refused to admit Dean was his father. Then Charles' eyes went from Silver to emerald green Cassie had all the proof she needed. She knew that low life Dean Winchester had fucked her little sister.

"You know Alana. Sam, she's had one boyfriend since she in her entire life and if James hadn't died they would be married by now. She's 24. Who do you think seduced whom?" Cassie sighed. "Please Sam, I know it wasn't intentional, but she had to leave grad school. I can only help so much and Charles needs a father."

Sam sat on his hotel bed his shoulders hunched pensively. Cassie was right Dean needed to know the truth.

"Alright I'll give you his cell phone number. Cassie, don't be too hard on him it's been a rough year." He pleaded.

"I promise, thanks Sam." Cassie wrote down the number before she hung up the phone. Fuck Dean. Her sis had a difficult year too.

Alana stumbled into the kitchen.

She stood nearly a foot taller than Cassie. Her milk chocolate skin still held the glow of pregnancy. She had piled her wavy black hair on top of her head. Cassie was envious of her unique silver eyes. They were a genetic gift from their maternal grandfather.

"You're supposed to be asleep." She handed her the baby.

"I'm hungry." She poured a large glass of water.

"Water isn't going to fill you up." Alana smiled her perfectly serene smile.

"I ordered Mr. Ho's." Mr. Ho's had become her favorite place to eat since she arrived in New York. The intercom chimed. "And there they are."

Alana had ordered three bags of food.

She was grateful that Cassie had been helping her with the baby. The 27 hour labor had taken a lot out of her and her recovery was slow. Their mom and dad were coming up next week. The only person who was missing was Dean.

She had heard Cassie on the phone with Sam. She was going after Dean. Alana almost cried. She didn't want to remember the night Dean came looking for Cassie. He had forgotten her which she expected. She hadn't seen him since she was a teenager.

He sat on the stoop of their apartment building. He was still beautiful, a green eyed Adonis with spiky blonde hair. James had been dead for just a few weeks and she was heading home with two-fifths of Jack. She had been drinking herself to sleep for days.

"Hey, Dean." She stopped in front of him. "You look like crap."

"Do I know you?" He looked confused.

"Alana, Cassie's sister." She smiled when his eyes lit up in recognition. "What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for Cassie." He stood and took her bag without asking. He looked in and smirked. "Plan on sharing?"

"Do you have something you want to forget?" She moved past him to unlock the door.

"Sister you have no idea."

That was all it took. They emptied both bottles while watching T.V. in her room. At some point she passed out. When she woke up the next morning they were naked and wrapped in each other's arms. Dried tears marred his beautiful face.

She tried to move but her body was sore. She had bruises on her wrist and arms. By the throbbing in between her thighs she suspected she would be bruised there also. Dean hadn't fare any better. There were scratches and bit marks on his chest and shoulders.

"Kinda went crazy huh?" His cell phone rang. He ignored and rolled her on her back.

"Maybe just a little." She smiled. His erection pressed against her thigh.

"One more round?" He asked before sliding into her.

That was their night. Most of it she couldn't remember. He left a few hours later. His gift to her had been their son.

"I need to go out of town tomorrow. Do you think you'll be alright by yourself?" Cassie asked after she sent several text messages.

"We'll be fine sis. Won't we?" She whispered to her son. Charles' mouth opened and closed like a dying fish as he searched for his dinner.

Cassie took out her digital and began snapping pictures. She had been collecting them in an album since the baby was born. Her favorite was from the day Alana had given birth to him. She sat on the hospital bed staring at him. Tears streamed down her tired face and her hair was wild against her head. Cassie could still see the beads of sweat on her brow.

"Cassie stop. Eat something." She took one more picture of her nephew drinking from his mother's breast. He looked at her out from the corner of his eye. Cassie snapped the picture pleased that she had a great shot of his familiar eyes. Dean wouldn't be able to deny this child.

The Robinson girls ate and laughed until Alana was ready for bed.

"I'll call you when I land and Mrs. Wong will check on you and Charles." They hugged. "I'll be back in a couple of days."

"Be careful."

Cassie hurried to her apartment two stories above Alana's. Adam, her live in boyfriend, worked for the NYPD and offered to help her find Dean. She texted the cell number Sam had given her and would be making the trip with her.

"Hey," He walked over and kissed her. He was tall, brown and delicious all over. He reminded her of D'Angelo. He would even sing "untitled" for her. Naked. "How's our girl?"

"Tired, I swear if dean doesn't man up I may have to kill him." She smiled when he presented the printout with Dean's address on it. "You are simply amazing."

"You know this man is supposed to be dead?" He asked taking her digital camera from her. He put the memory card into the slot and started printing out the photos.

Adam couldn't help but smile when he saw Alana's face. She was a good kid. He met her and Cassie through his late partner James.

He felt sorry for her. This bastard really screwed her over when she was at her worst. He would love a few hours alone with Winchester.

"We need to get to bed our flight leaves at eight." He laid the pictures out on the table to dry before taking her in his arms. "Don't worry, everything will work out or I'll shoot the bastard."