"Don't do this," Sam's voice wavered on the wind as he crossed his arms over his stomach.
"This life isn't for me Sam," Lucifer said, fiddling with the helmet in his hands.
"We have a child together, one that you whole heartedly agreed to might I add,"
"You are better off with out me being in your life Sam, you can find some nice guy that will be all that you want and need," He said, standing on the ground his one foot on the bottom step of the porch. "Your mom told you not to go for me, you should have listened,"
"Luc, please"
"Bye Sam," Lucifer said, putting his helmet on and getting on his old Harley and driving off.
"Bastard," Sam muttered. "I've met strangers nicer than you,"
Letting out a sigh, his eyes itched a little but he didn't have time to cry like he wanted to, he had things to do. Walking back into the living room of the small but nice house that mostly he had paid for anyway being a closet accomplished writer, he looked around. In one corner of the room there was a changing table, with a stack of diaper boxes next to it. Moving a few things around he kept his eyes open for the little light purple blanket that their, his daughter would want later to fall asleep. She would take naps with out it, but for some reason she wouldn't go to bed at night with out it.
Hearing the baby monitor crackle in the corner, his daughter started making noise, that means she was up. She wouldn't start crying unless she fully got awake and someone wasn't there, she would just make soft cooing noises and baby words. Heading up the stairs he walked in, smiling gently down at her he tickled her stomach a little.
"Hello Krissy," He said as she wrapped her hands around his finger, smiling up at her.
"Well come on Ms. Kristen , I believe it is time to change you and get you some food," Sam smiled and picked up the 6 month old.
Her dimples were in full show as Sam headed down to the changing table where he saw the blanket behind it.
"Oh thank god," He mumbled as he changed his daughter and pulled the thing out.
She held the blanket all through the lunch of strained carrots and peas, clutching it in her small fingers as Sam sat with her on the couch.
Later on found Sam rocking her to sleep in the old style rocking chair that his mother gave him when he announced that him and Lucifer were going to have a baby. Sure they couldn't actually have a baby together, but they found a surrogate and they took the sperm from Sam.
When Kristen Veronica Winchester was born, Sam couldn't of been happier.
"Ok Jordan, thanks again for staying late, I'm so sorry," Sam said, giving the teen her weekly pay for watching Kris.
"It's ok Mr. Winchester, I totally understand," She smiled and headed out of the house with one more wave to Sam.
Sam ran his hand down his face and headed to where Kris was taking a nap, giving him the chance to get dinner at least started. Looking at the fridge he saw the notices for the things that Kris wanted to do in the next few months or more. Ballet, Piano lessons and T-Ball little league, all things that she wanted to do. Opening the fridge he got the stuff to make disassembled chicken pot pie, tossing the chicken in a pot of water. Looking out at Kris as he washed his hands, he sighed lightly. While he did make good money still with the few books he put out, a second job was still needed. So he had picked up one working in a Barns and Noble, of all places and it almost seemed like Jordan spent more time with Kris than he did. It was only going to be for a few more months until he could get that last book finished and then he would be home almost all the time.
After the chicken was done, he started getting the rest ready as his mind wandered a bit. Kristen had just turned 5 not that long ago and it was at least three years ago that Gabriel and Jo were pestering him to find someone. He hadn't really been with anyone since Lucifer and it seemed like all men were going to hurt him. Sure he didn't want to be like that but he really couldn't help that thought. Finding a guy he found attractive wouldn't really be the problem, it would be trusting another guy.
"Daddy?" The soft voice of Kristen floated through the room, drawing Sam out of his thoughts.
"In here baby"
The sounds of foot steps came into the room, Kris's hair bouncing lightly in the ponytail it was in. Sam didn't doubt if she was a boy, she would be the spitting image of him.
"How was your day?" Sam asked, finishing up dinner and putting it on two plates.
"Real fun, glad you're home though"
He smiled as he picked her up and sat her on his lap as they started eating.
When she was in bed, Sam took a quick shower and flopped into bed and almost started thinking again, but soon after slipped into a dreamless sleep.
"Joey I'm sorry, I'm going to be late I got a flat tire and it's going to take me a while to fix it," Sam said, leaning against the side of his car, phone to his ear.
"It's ok Mr. Winchester, I understand," She said.
"Thanks, I'll see you when I get home," He said and hung up the phone tossing it in the car.
Looking around the parking lot he felt a bit like growling at the people that were doing their best to look away from him. Normally it wouldn't be a problem for him to fix his own tire and get on with life, except for his wrist. Of course it would happen on the last day of working at the book store he would sprain it and now this. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he moved to the trunk, lifting the back door and sitting on the bumper, putting his face in his hands.
"Are you ok?" A strong voice asked, making Sam jump and look up, his mouth threatening to fall open.
In front of him was one of the most gorgeous men he had ever seen. His green eyes nearly sparkled in the sun light. The man's face was like chiseled stone, complete with sharp jaw line and plump lips. That was just his face, his body held the promise of some major muscles and just yes.
"Dude?" The guy said again and Sam snapped out of it, chuckling at himself.
"I've, uh, got a flat tire and well," Sam held up his hand that was wrapped tight in an ace bandage.
"Ah, need some help then?" The guy smiled and Sam's heart took off.
"That would be really great"
"No problem, you got a jack?"
Sam nodded and pointed it out standing up, the guy moving forward and grabbing it, Sam noting he was a few inches shorter than him. It didn't take long for the guy to get the tire loose and the car jacked up.
"You got a name?" The guy asked as he got the lug nuts off the car.
"Sam, you?"
"Well Sammy, my name is Dean,"
Sam opened his mouth to complain about the nick name that brought forth memories of being a chubby twelve year old, but he stopped. Somehow it didn't sound as bad coming from Dean's mouth as it should have.
"Well nice to meet you and have you fix my tire," Sam laughed a little, scratching the back of his neck.
"It's no problem at all, I'm sure you have some pretty little wife to get home to," Dean said, a small look in his eyes, then it was gone.
"Nah I not into, I mean no I'm not married or seeing anyone," Sam said, feeling like smacking himself for nearly saying that he wasn't into girls, he really didn't want to scare Dean off.
"Ah I see, well that's sure a shame," Dean said, winking a little, making Sam's heart take off again.
They idly talked about not much of anything as Dean finished the tire and soon enough he was done.
"Well there you go," Dean said, dusting his hands off after putting the jack away and closing the trunk.
"I don't know how to thank you"
"Have coffee with me?"
Sam thought about declining, but something in him was yelling at him to say yes. It very much sounded like Jo's voice. "I'd love to,"
"No way, you were right there,"
"Swear on my life," Dean said, holding up his right hand.
Sam laughed more and took a drink from his third filled coffee cup. It had been nearly an hour after Dean fixed his car and they were now sitting there talking like old friends as Dean told him an old story; and eating his second piece of pie.
"That must have been totally crazy"
"It really was," Dean said, smiling and eating the rest of the crust.
Sam couldn't help but think how much more wonderful Dean was once the knight in plaid had worn off a bit. He was smart, funny and had a million smiles that Sam could see himself waking up to every morning.
"So do you have any kids?" Dean asked, slightly out of the blue, making Sam's face freeze a little.
He thought for a hot second about lying, but if there was any possibility to go further with Dean it would be hard to say no and then a few months later go 'Surprise, here's a five year old'.
"She's five"
"I kinda figured"
"Huh?" Sam said, tilting his head a little.
"I saw the car seat, I wish I had a kid of my own I love them, if she has your eyes though you're going to have to get a shot gun or two,"
Sam laughed a little at the joke but couldn't stop looking at Dean.
"What?" The slightly shorter man asked when Sam didn't say anything for a few minutes.
"Can I keep you? I mean uh," Sam stuttered and blushed deep red.
"If you want," Dean said softly, threading his hand through Sam's resting them on Sam's thigh.
"Really?" Sam said in barely a whisper.
"Really,"
Love was something Sam was deeply afraid of, but he didn't have time to waste on worrying about it, when Dean was holding his hand like that.
~*~*~*~Authors Note~*~*~*~
'S -slightly- BACK
My muse has a bit come back to me and here is the result A song fic lol
The song it's based off is "She didn't have time" by Terri Clark
I don't own it or Supernatural
Yes I know I put my name in a lot of things, but whatever deal with it