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Summary: What would happen if Dean was left with a newborn, who happened to be his son? Along with Sam taking off after Dean revealed what their Dad had told him before his death.

Disclaimer: I dont own supernatural or anything else, but my character, Colby and the plot.

An old song poured softly from the speakers of the radio from within the hospital room as a fragile young Mother rest in bed. A bandana embroidered with geometric shapes in Aztec blue was wrapped tenderly around her cranium, for the young woman had lost all her gorgeous chestnut curls.

A sudden movement of boots making their way down the hall could be heard before Dean Winchester appeared by the threshold as she looked up with a tender smile. A huge relief lifted from her shoulders as she took in everything about him.

Warm brown gazing eyes locked onto his own hazel eyes, calling for him and wanting him to want her as much as she needed him. His strong fingers rested underneath her delicate chin as his thumb softly brushed against her bottom lip. Wrapping both her hands around his wrist, the young woman closed her eyes as she breathed in the smell of his cologne before she felt him leaning in, closing the space between them with the single touch of their lips

"Dean…" Diane whispered softly as her eyes lit up when he stepped into the light. "I guess something's don't change, do they?" She asked in a whisper since it was too tiresome to talk at a normal volume.

"I guess not." Dean smiled before taking a seat in one of the old chairs nearest to the bed. Dean Winchester had been driving the roads, trying to find the nearest diner when a call from St. Caroline's Hospital had caught his attention. At first, Dean had thought his brother had been injured and had been taken to the hospital, but that had not been the case. Instead, it was about Diane Carry…

"So how it the little guy?" Dean asked as Diane chuckled slightly before laying her weak hand over his strong one, rubbing her thumb softly across his wrist. Breaking the news was going to be so hard for her. Diane didn't even know if she would have the strength to reveal the truth.

"There's something I need to tell you." Diane whispered softly as she made sure she kept eye contact with the young hunter.

"What? Is it the baby?" Diane shook her head, the smile falling from her face as she watched him give her a confused expression. She took a deep breath, preparing herself once again for what she was about to reveal to him.

"Dean, its me."

"What do you mean?"

"I have breast cancer, Dean." Diane choked out as she felt the stinging of tears. She watched Dean looked away from her and towards something else. Diane took a deep breath shaky breath before continuing.

"And there's something else…" Diane whispered. "Colby is your son, Dean." Dean looked back at her in slight shock. No, he couldn't have a son. There was no way in possible that he had a son.

"That night, Dean…"

He breathed in the smell of her fragrance as his hands wondered through her luxurious long hair and over her smooth skin. Everything about her, he loved. Her curves, how soft her lips were against his body and lips, how willing she was for anything.

"Oh…" That was the only word that Dean could find to say. He could say that that night had been a mistake, but in that moment it was not a mistake at all. Last year, Dean had found a woman that just amazed him and made him curious. After Cassie, Dean didn't think he would find anybody else. But he had and that woman had been Diane…

"Dean, he needs a Father in his life." Diane whispered. "I won't be around after tonight. So could you kiss him goodbye for me?" Diane asked as tears filled her eyes. She didn't want to have to ask of Dean to do this. She knew what he did for a living, but that wasn't what bothered her. She knew that Dean would be a good Dad. It was just that she wouldn't be able to see him grow up. Diane wouldn't hear her baby's first word. See him take his first step or his first crawl. She wouldn't be able to hear his sounds of laughter or hush his cries after a bad dream. And most of all, she wouldn't see what kind of man he would grow up to be.

"No, don't talk that way." Dean reacted as he took her hand into both of his and leaning closer towards her. "He needs you more that he needs me. That's why you need to keep living. You can't just give up. Not now!" Dean told her in determination.

"I have to, Dean…" Diane told him softly as she reached her other hand up and rested it on the side of Dean's cheek. "You're going to be a great Dad. He's going to look up to you and everything. He needs you, Dean." Diane whispered even softer. She was becoming very tired all of a sudden.

"No, you know I can't take care of him, Diane." Dean told her. "You know what I do, what I hunt. Colby would only be in danger."

"But that's why you're a good protector. I know you won't ever let anything happen to him." Diane said with a tired smile before slowly closing her eyes.

"No, I can't Diane." Dean said as he watched her eyes close. "Hey, Diane?" Dean said, shaking her slightly. But she didn't awake.

"Diane!" Dean shouted, standing up and taking her by her shoulders. "Don't do this to me!" Dean shouted, tears swelling as he wrapped his strong arms around her motionless body, holding her head slightly backwards, and trying to get her to wake up. But when she didn't, Dean brought her closer towards him and just held her, his salty tears damping her hospital gown.