This is my first post ever, I have a habit of leaving my stories unfinished but this one wouldn't let me go!

I don't own anything, seriously, nothing!

It was forty five minutes after leaving that Sam caught up with him. They had been in town for less than 24 hours but leave it to Dean to find the nearest bar. In the time it had taken Sam to catch up with him Dean had managed to drink two beers, a purple nurple and was now on to the hard stuff. Sam spent a second just taking in his countenance before he went to the bar, ordered his own beer and then joined his brother at the table.

"So, you gonna tell me what happened back there?" Dean just glared at his brother. "I've never seen you go off like that."

"I just wanted him dead Sammy." The demon they had been fighting was nothing out of the ordinary for the two of them, so this reply was not enough to satisfy Sam.

"We want them all dead Dean, that's what we do. What's so different about this one?"

Dean had finished his whisky and was ready for the next one. Without answering the question he rose from his seat and headed for the bar, he returned this time with a beer and a whiskey. He considered moving to another table but he knew his brother would just follow him.

Once he was sat back down Sam tried again. "What happened back there Dean? Why this one?"

"It's not just this one Sam, it's all of them. I want them all dead." He took a sip of his beer. "I want them all gone." A sip of his whiskey, he said no more.

Sam knew there was more to this than Dean was letting on, he also knew there was no way he was going to get it out of his brother before he was ready. Instead he went back to the bar and got himself another beer. He was willing to wait this one out.

For nearly twenty minutes they said nothing, Dean went back to the bar and got another beer, Sam just waited. Finally Dean had had enough to say what was on his mind.

"Jo's pregnant." Those two words served as all the explanation Sam was going to get unless he was willing to probe some more.

"Dean that's great!" He took in Deans expression. "Isn't it?"

"How can I father a child knowing what's out there? Isn't it kinda irresponsible?"

"Dean if is wasn't them it would be something else. Murderers and rapists, haven't you given enough to this world? It's time to start living your life."

"I can't stop hunting Sam."

"I'm not asking you to."

They say nothing for a few moments before Dean begins again. "I just keep thinking about dad you know? About us without him. If I keep hunting there's a chance I could get killed and I'd be leaving my child without a father. Knowing that's a risk how can I go through with this?"

"If you weren't hunting it would be something else. You could get pulled under a bus tomorrow."

"C'mon Sammy, you know doing what we're doing that there's more chance of us getting killed than normal people."

"Dean don't you think that as a father, knowing what's out there it would be more responsible to go after them than not to?"

"We'll never get them all Sam." He drains the rest of his beer. "What about Jo? I'd never really considered a future together, it's not like I've ever considered marriage and settling down. It's not who I am." He gets up to get another beer, "You want another?"

"Sure." Sam considers his brothers words while he is at the bar. Dean was always the outsider. Sam was much more the social animal than his brother ever was, he had always assumed that was just the way he was. He had never considered that maybe he wanted more. He remembered his childhood spent on the roads, Dean looking after him for days at a time. He never once complained, he's said it many times since, it was his job. From the moment Sam was born Dean considered it his responsibility to look after him. Sam remembered the ways he had made Dean suffer, he didn't like the way that they lived and at times he would take that out on Dean. Dean had accepted his lot in life without comment, he did whatever his father had asked of him, and even now he would do whatever it took to protect his brother.

Dean returned from the bar with two more beers he sat without saying anything, it was unusual for Dean to reveal as much of his thoughts as he had this evening and he was feeling a little drained. Sam tried to consider the right words to say to his self sacrificing brother.

"Dean how do you feel about Jo?" This was broaching entirely new territory for the brothers. Sam was the one who loved women, Dean was the one that left them.

"I don't even know how to answer that Sam. I care about her, you know that much, it's not like I've ever been in love before, I have nothing to compare this too."

"But you think it might be love?" He latched onto that, love wasn't something Dean ever talked about, to even use the word was a great indicator of his feelings toward the lady in question.

"I don't know, I… I'm getting tongue tied Sammy. I think about her, a lot. When were together I'm happy and comfortable and when we're not I can't stop thinking about her. What is she doing? What is she wearing? Is she hunting? I hope to God she's not hunting, not without me, not without someone watching her back. She thinks she can do it all, but underneath it all she is so fragile. I just want to protect her, I never want to let anything bad happen to her, and part of me knows that sooner or later I'm going to break her heart. I'd hate myself for that."

Sam just breaks out into a huge grin, "Do you realise that is the most you have ever said, about anything? Mr stoic finds his voice."

"I think I love her Sam."

"I think you do too." At that moment REO Speedwagon comes on the jukebox and the brothers just look at each other, they start laughing and Sam gets out, "Well if that isn't a sign then I don't know what is." They laugh harder, before eventually gaining control of themselves. "What does this mean for the baby?"

Dean becomes sombre again, "It doesn't change anything, I'm not father material Sam."

"Bullshit." They both pause at Sam's use of such a profanity, neither of them were expecting such a response.

Once he's regained his composure Dean starts again. "Look at how much you resented dad for the childhood you led. I can't do it any better, I can't stop fighting, not knowing what's out there. I'm not exactly living my life by the law either, however you look at it I can't give either of them a proper life."

"You can love them Dean, and you can protect them." Dean tries to say something but Sam raises his hand to stop him, "Look at the way you've protected me, from the moment I was born you have been my guardian, you can do that for your child. You will do that without even trying, you will do it because despite what you think you are a good guy with a big heart just waiting for someone to let you love them. Who better than Jo? She knows what we do, knows how important it is because she does it too. She even seems to like your arrogant side, and shares your taste in music."

They both laugh at that, "She is pretty perfect that way." Dean takes another sip of his beer, "You know it's speeches like that that make people think that we're gay."

Sam bursts out laughing, "Shut up."

Has been written as a oneshot with the possibility of a further chapter with Dean and Jo... Let me know if you want it.