Dean Winchester was relaxing on the motel bed...which, of course, had Magic Fingers, the massage thing. He listened to his favorite music, an ALMOST normal day. Dean, while relaxed, was cautious. He didn't let a single noise go without checking the place out. Demons could be in the room!
Suddenly there was a knock on the door...it couldn't be Sam, who was out getting beer, pie, and some burgers, he'd just unlock the door...Dean slowly got up and grabbed his salt gun and edged towards the door...
He opened the door abruptly and saw no one. Then he looked down.
There was a baby. A freakin' BABY in a cradle. "...Huh?" He picked up the cradle and took it inside. He immediately called Sam. "Hey, dude, you gotta get back. FAST."
Sam opened the door with bottles of beer. "Hey, why did I have to rush?" He immediately then saw the problem. Dean was holding a baby, wrapped up in a blue blanket. He was looking shocked at a piece of paper. He hands Sam the paper without a word. Sam looked over it and suddenly looked just as shocked:
Dean Winchester,
Hey. I'm sure you don't remember me, but we had a night together almost a year ago. And, well, it didn't end after you left. I became with child. I, honestly, cannot take care of this kid. So I left him in the care of his father and his uncle. You can name him. I can't take care of him. I just can't.
-Lyric Banchal.
Sam slowly folded the paper. "First of all, who's Lyric Banchal, and second, that's YOUR kid?!" He asked. Dean looked at him. "Well he does look like me." Sam rolled his eyes. "Dean, we can't take care of him!" "Don't you think I know that?!" Dean said. "But he pretty much has NO WHERE to go! His mom doesn't want him!" Dean seemed panicked. He looked at the baby, unconsciously cradling him in his arms. The baby opened his eyes and made a crying sound. Dean groaned. "He's hungry..." He said. Sam groaned. "I suppose we need to get supplies?" He asked. Dean nodded. "Yup. I mean...we still need to take care of this kid before we...I dunno...put him up for adoption?" "He'll find some way to get into the business. Hunter's Blood." Sam said. "Riiight, Hunter's Blood..." He groaned. "I mean...Sammy, this is...my kid. My BIOLOGICAL SON." Dean still seemed panicked and shocked. He got up. "I hope there are late-night stores..."