Disclaimer: I do not own the Winchesters or anything affiliated with the show.

Rating: T

Author's note: I know MPREG has been done before but this story sort of wrote itself, so I thought I would post it.

Dean smiled to himself as he silently pulled back the sheets and climbed out of bed, careful not to wake the sleeping girl next to him.

As he expertly moved around in the darkness finding his clothes that were scattered over the floor he tried to remembered just what happened last night.

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Dean sat at the bar, feeling worn out, he had just had a small argument with Sam and he needed to let off some steam.

The woman seated herself next to Dean and took a swig of her beer.

Her long ample and slightly tanned body was accentuated in an emerald dress that cut off just below the knees. Her oval face was framed with long wavy brown hair, large green eyes, plump lips and a perfect complexion.

Dean looked at her, smiled and then asked the bartender for two shots of tequila.

Within half an hour the two were quite drunk and were deep in discussion.

"So let me get this straight, you are traveling with your brother, and you have to look out for him because he is the only family you have" the woman asked, sadness filling her eyes with tears.

"Yeah" replied Dean, " you know, its my responsibility, I am kinda like a father figure to Sammy, gotta take care of him…." Dean could feel himself getting emotional and trailed off so as to not show his feelings to the woman.

She continued however "but don't you want a family, a wife, kids?"

"Sure, you know I would love to find a great girl, settle down and have a family. It's something I think about and wish I could have everyday. But the way my brother and I live, on the road, it's no place to raise a family".

Dean sighed, didn't ever talk about his problems, but something about this girl made him feel like could. He didn't even care that he had just been weak in front of her.

"Hey, are you with me? I said do you want to come back to my place?" the girl was leaning to get her coat, looking at Dean with a smile.

"Uh, sounds great" Dean paid his bill and was out the door in a matter of minutes because this was the kind of relazation he had been waiting for.

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It was nearly lunch time before Dean arrived back at the motel he and Sam were staying at. He opened the door slowly only to find Sam standing arms crossed, waiting for him on the other side.

"Dude I am sorry about the fight, I really am ok? Cant we just forget it?" Dean asked carefully.

"Dean what time do you call this I was getting worried! You at least could have called" Sam sounded agitated, but there was something else in his voice, panic?

"Sammy what's wrong?" Dean rushed over to his brother seeing that he was clearly upset.

"nothing now its just that while you were gone I was listening to the police scanner to see if there were anymore attacks, you know by the demon we have been following and there was a report about six this morning of another attack where the victims heart was missing" Sam paused.

"I still don't see why you were so distressed Sammy, you looked like someone died"

"The description of the man who was killed was like it was you, sandy blonde hair, 6'2, green eyes, I thought you were dead" Sam was starting to look better though.

"Well I am ok, anyways I didn't to that way last night I went to the pub down the road instead" Dean said as he sat on the bed, feeling the effects of a slight hangover.

"That bar closes at 2 in the morning!" Sam exclaimed. "Where were you after then?"

Dean just flashed Sam his trademark cocky grin and lay down, on the bed, smirking as Sam groaned and said,

" I don't even want to know."