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You and Me Plus Baby Makes Three

Chapter 1: Fancy Meeting You Here

Sam parked the Impala into an empty spot in front of the Mom and Pop diner. Even though there had been a Biggerson's not far from their location, he and Dean hadn't eaten at any of their establishments since the incident with Dick Roman and the Leviathans.

On a supply run, Sam had already gassed up the car, picked up the beer and was now on his way to get their food to go when the phone rang again.

He didn't even have to look at the screen to know who it was.

"Pie, Sammy. Don't forget the pie."

That was the last thing Dean had said to him as he headed out the door and he was sure it was going to be the first thing he said once he answered.

Sam picked up the phone on the seventh ring and wasn't disappointed. "Yes, Dean."

"Sam…"

Sam turned his eyes skyward in a fit of annoyance. "I know, Dean. Pie."

He and Dean were on a case involving a Werewolf which they had just resolved only hours prior. Now they were both tired, dirty and hungry so Sam was elected to run the errands while Dean hit the shower first.

Sam hated times like these when he had to leave Dean alone. If they were back home at the bunker, his fears would be lessoned, but out in the world, he felt Dean was vulnerable. Even in the confines of a mid tier motel room. And though he tried his best to hide it, Sam could tell Dean was just as worried about the ramifications of the Mark of Cain. Sam, Charlie and Cass have been working steadily trying to come up with something… anything to help Dean find a way out of his predicament, but to no avail.

Glad to be at his last stop, Sam headed into the diner and bellied up to the counter. Perusing the menu, he ordered a chicken Caesar salad, a bacon burger with fries and a piece of blueberry pie, to go. As he took a seat on the stool he quickly took stock of the patrons in the restaurant and out of the corner of his eye a familiar face caught his attention. Sure it was her, he hesitated for a moment before he stood and headed in her direction.

Cassie was one of the good ones and though she and Dean parted on a sorrowful note, he hoped she would be glad to see him at least.

"Cassie?"

Cassie was seated alone at the booth, but he couldn't help but notice there are two plates, glasses and utensils, all used on the table.

"Sam?" A surprised look on her face, "Sam Winchester. Oh my God. How are you?"

Cassie immediately stood and embraced him in a hug meant for old friends. Sam felt a bit awkward, Dean not being here and all, but he returned the hug with vigor.

"Look at you. All grown up."

Sam couldn't help but smirk. He was definitely not the same young man she'd met all those years ago.

"And you… you look great."

"Well, thank you."

And that she did. The mid length curly hair that she'd worn all those years ago was now cut shorter and tapered down midway to the nape of her neck.

Sam didn't wait to be invited and sat down in the seat across from her.

"How are you Cassie?"

"Good. How about you?"

Sam couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something behind her eyes. Something she seemed to be hiding from him. It was easier for him to read people now with all the experience they had interrogating suspects.

"I'm great." But he wasn't being honest either. He couldn't very well tell her all the crap they'd been through since their last encounter. "Wow, I never thought I'd see you again."

"So are you still…" she lowered her voice, "hunting?"

Sam nodded his head somewhat solemnly. "Yes. We are."

Her voice softened, "How is Dean?"

"Good, good." Is what he said. What he was thinking was since the last time he'd seen you, he's been to hell, heaven and purgatory. He'd died hundreds of times, killed hundreds of demons, ghosts and monsters, oh, and now he has the Mark of Cain imbedded on his arm. Other than that, he's awesome.

As they were catching up, a young girl about seven or eight came up behind Cassie. Sam had spotted her earlier over by the juke box rummaging through the playlists.

"Mom. Who's this?"

Something about the child drew him in and Sam was immediately taken by one thing. If he hadn't know better, he'd think he was staring into Dean's green eyes.

"Oh, uh. This is an old friend of mommy's, baby."

They all lingered in silence until Sam extended his hand to the little girl.

"Hi, my name's Sam."

"Hi, Sam. I'm Deanna."

It suddenly all clicked and Sam could have fainted dead on the spot. The expressive eyes, the toothy smile and the choice of name didn't escape him as he gave Cassie a knowing look.

"Honey, why don't you go over to the display and pick out a dessert while Sam and I talk. You can even sit at the counter."

"Really? Oh boy, I'm gonna get pie."

Sam's eyes widened in shock as he leaned further over the table, his voice now in a fervent hush.

"Cassie, please tell me this isn't what I think it is?"

Cassie swallowed hard, unable to escape his accusing gaze.

"I guess there's no point in lying is there." If she was waiting for a response, she wasn't going to get one. "Yes, Deanna is Dean's child."

"Wha… What?"

Though the glass wasn't his, Sam took a swig of water that had been left near Deanna's plate. A million thoughts now running through his head, the first and only thing he could manage to say was the obvious as he went on the defensive.

"So, you just what, decided to keep this from him? How could you?"

"Sam, I didn't want to. I had to."

"Bull."

"Sam, knowing how the two of you live, how did I have any other choice? When I found out I was pregnant I was elated, then it hit me. Dean could never be the kind of father she needed. Always away from home. Hunting only God knows what. I wanted to protect her so I made the difficult choice."

"Then you don't know Dean like you thought you did. He would have chosen you and a family over what we do any day. Didn't you know how much he loved you?"

"Yes, I knew, because I loved him too. But Sam, come on, let's be realistic. Dean and I would never have worked out. Dean would never leave your side, no matter what."

Sam didn't even bother to refute her statement. It seemed as if everyone knew; Dean was his weakness, and Sam was his. Also, Sam couldn't help but think of his own dad. Always dragging Dean and him around on his hunting expeditions. Leaving them for days and sometimes weeks at a time in some crappy motel room while he was out on a mission. Never really feeling close to their dad even though they went with him everywhere. How could he not understand Cassie's reasoning?

"I was going to tell him, truly. I even tried to call him once but the number had been changed. I'm sure I could have tried harder, but I took it as a sign."

"And what does Deanna know about her dad?"

"Not much. When she was younger, it was easier to deal with the fact that she didn't have a father in her life. As she got older, she began to question me more; she's so smart. I told her that her dad and I didn't work out and that he left. It seemed to satisfy her, for a while, but she's begun to ask again."

"Cassie, you know I can't keep this from Dean, right?"

"Yes, I know. I guess I was always hoping that one day Dean would reach out to me again. He promised he'd see me again, I just never thought it would be this long."

Sam spent a few more minutes with Cassie before the little girl came bounding back over, the remounts of blueberry pie around her mouth.

"Are you finished mommy, I'm ready to go."

"Mind your manners missy."

"Sorry."

Sam wanted to say something to the little girl, but instead took it as his cue to leave. He wasn't quite sure what to do at this point but he did get the chance to at least exchange phone numbers with her before he left.

"Well, Deanna, it was very nice to meet you, and Cassie," Sam looked to her with expectant eyes, "I'm sure I'll be seeing you again."

Sam then picked up their to-go order and made a beeline for the car. His foot hovering over the gas pedal, he momentarily closed his eyes and tried to regain his composure. He couldn't go back to the motel like this. Dean would know something was wrong.

He would be able to read it all over his face.