Rating: Teen for now but may be upgraded to mature later.

Summary: After a one night stand at one of their many truck stops in the middle of nowhere Dean is left with a very startling surprise…

Set somewhere in Season 2 after "In My Time of Dying".

Offspring

Chapter 1

Dean Winchester stretched and cracked his shoulders as he shrugged on his brown leather jacket and trudged back towards the dingy motel room Sam had booked for the night. He paused to check on his baby in the parking lot.

She was shining brightly in the moonlight. He had practically rebuilt the Impala from scratch after the accident last year and he couldn't help admiring his handiwork.

Dean had been furious when Sam accidentally mentioned that Bobby had wanted to scrap the Impala when he was comatose. He looked after his family and he couldn't trust Sam or Bobby to take care of his sweetheart when he finally left the earth? Where was the love?

At least Sam had enough faith that sensing his brother's car in eminent danger would practically bring the injured hunter back from the brink of death. That and Dad selling his soul.

His face became grim and he shook his head. No bad thoughts. I just had drinks at a half decent bar and great sex with a gorgeous girl. Not bad for this little hole in the wall.

Dean grinned as he pulled out the motel key, not too surprised that there were still hotels that had keys instead of those swipe cards. Such was the case with many of the backwoods destinations in rural America. He smirked as he busied himself with coming up with descriptive ways to torture Sam about he had gotten laid and Sam hadn't. In excruciating detail.

The older hunter was disappointed to find Sam already curled up with his head in a pillow. It was only two in the morning. He rolled his eyes as he pulled off his jacket and shirt, rechecking the salt lines before heading towards his own bed, slipping his favorite knife under the pillow as he flopped onto it. The kid needs a sex life. You'd think some of big brother's charisma and masculine sex appeal would have rubbed off on the geek.

A very satisfied look on his face as his body thrummed with the spending of his constantly pent up energy, Dean decided the teasing could wait until morning. He needed his beauty sleep too. They were going to hit the road first thing with some greasy spoon take out on the way.

It had been too easy to get that Hunter to let his guard down. The thing smiled, its teeth too sharp and claws too long. It was humanoid with straight as a pin dark hair that traveled down to its' lower back, the only clothing it needed at the moment. Its features were very attractive although not male or female. The creature had an allure no human could resist so it didn't matter if there were any passersby this late at night. It wasn't very hungry anymore so the unlucky human would probably just get its neck snapped. Its bat-like wings fluttered in pleasure as it watched the attractive man, practically still a boy, waltz grinning back into his hotel room.

Much too easy. Its' spies would have to keep an eye on him. And on the thing inside. After all, he was still a Winchester.

Still smiling, which looked more now like baring its' perfect white teeth, the black leathery wings grew enough to wrap around the thing, encompassing its dark blue skin and it faded back into the ether. Its' smile disappearing last like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.

Sam Winchester woke up before Dean, as always, and took the first hot shower. Using as much hot water as possible of course and taking his time. He could deal with his brother's bitching later, this morning he felt like relaxing for once.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his damp flop of curly dark hair partially obscuring his eyes. He needed a hair cut, he was getting too shaggy. Not that he would tell Dean that. His brother would unhelpfully tell him to get a crew cut like a man so he "wouldn't have to save your damn ass" whenever Sam's hair got in the way. He's being a damn mother hen lately. His "brotherly concern" is so getting on my nerves.

The young hunter dried off and got dressed in the bathroom. His brother might not have been raised by civilized people (and Sam wasn't either), but in California Sam had gotten used to not changing in front of open windows. He wasn't really the exhibitionist type.

Sam used to often tell Dean that no one wanted to see his bare ass when he unpleasantly discovered his brother's new habit.

"Actually a lot of women do," replied Dean cheekily. Sam didn't really comment on it anymore after that. Dean's pride in his sex life was kind of creepy. And I am not in the mood for sharing.

He walked out of the bathroom rubbing his hair with a towel and immediately turned on his laptop to check his mail and do some more research on the next hunt. They hadn't been to New England in a long time. It was almost summer. It would be nice to go to the beach again.

Dean groaned slightly and turned over after a few minutes of Sam's furious typing. The younger Winchester rolled his eyes and kept it up, ignoring the exaggerated way Dean was "hinting" at him to quiet down. It was 7:30 already.

Although Sam hadn't had any visions or nightmares lately he still hadn't gotten out of the habit of only sleeping a few hours at a time. It was ironic that although Dean had been hunting longer he was such a deep sleeper.

Dean finally rose like a zombie and crawled to the bathroom. "unnn…" he groaned with an irritated glare in his brother's direction.

Sam continued typing away to some of his friends at school as he heard the shower start to run. They were starting to question his road tripping story and asking if he'd ever come back to school. Or settle on a job.

Sam couldn't tell them about his family. He hadn't even told his closest friends that his Dad had died recently. He couldn't explain that he had to stay with Dean because he was the only thing his brother had left. The only one that Dean had practically said he lived for. His brother had been taking a lot more risks since Dad had sacrificed himself too; it was freaking him out. Sam couldn't risk leaving Dean alone again. Not ever.

Hunting was his lot in life. It's what he was meant to do. There was no way to fool himself into thinking otherwise anymore. His mom died for him, Jess… he couldn't risk anyone getting hurt. And he couldn't abandon his family again.

Sam went back to his fabrication of visiting relatives and trying to decide between law schools since he'd missed his interview with Stanford when he heard a loud crash in the bathroom.

"Dean? What happened?" Sam only waited about three seconds of silence before grabbing one of the guns unpacked haphazardly the night before in case they were needed at the spur of the moment. "I'm coming in man. Cover up what you don't want seen."

Sam slammed the door open (Dean never really saw a point to locking it) and found his brother crumpled on the floor, legs still hanging over the tub. He had a towel half wrapped around his waist like he had been about to get out when he fell. "Dean? Dean!"

Sam dropped the gun and fell to his knees at his brother's side, hoisting him the rest of the way out of the tub and onto the floor. There was a small pool of blood where his head had hit. Sam turned him over gently to examine the damage, making sure his gun was within arm's reach. "Dean." He smacked Dean's slack face lightly. There was a large bruise forming on his head and a cut from the peeling linoleum on the floor. His relief that the blood wasn't from anything serious was short-lived.

"Dean, c'mon dude. You're all passed out like a girl... I feel a chick flick moment coming on." Nothing. Sam checked his pulse and though Dean was really pale there didn't seem to be anything else wrong.

His brother could have just been being an idiot since he was probably hung over and had an accident. Sam knew better. He had been part of this family for most of his life too. There were no accidents or coincidences.

And Winchesters never slip.