Hey, hey. Had an idea and decided to run with it because the Winchester brothers just can't seem to win. Set in season 13. Forgive me Chuck for what I'm about to do. Possibly Sammy breakdown with lots of RBF. There's some mild language but no worse than what's in the show. XoxoGinaxoxo

"Dean! Dean!,Come quick. I think I may have a big problem",Sammy yelled as he bounded down the bunker steps.

Dean ran into the room and quickly checked his brother over. Sammy was pale and looked shell shocked. No blood. No fluids leaking. Okay, so the problem was something else.

"What's going on, man? Something follow you back here?"

"No, no. I just saw Becky Rosen in town."

"Then I can see why you're spooked. Your ex-wife showed up",Dean chuckled, remembering Becky and Sam's short marriage by demon deal.

"That's not it, Dean. She had a kid with her. An actual, walking, talking kid."

Dean shrugged then smirked, "So, she finally found some poor sucker to sink her claws into. Wait, you think she made another deal? I'd love to see hell hounds munch her ass. IF I could see hell hounds, anyway."

Sam sat at the table and banged his head against the wood. Dean was so dense sometimes. He pursed his lips, giving Dean his trademarked bitch face.

"Dean, the little boy was about 6 and, Dean, he looks just like the pictures dad had of me from that age."

It took Dean a hot second to process what his brother was telling him before he fell over laughing," You're the sucker who knocked up Becky? Dude, she's probably in town for child support! She seems like that kind of chick. You better ask for a DNA test before we pay her a nickel Sam, or I'll kick your ass."

Sam nodded, waving his hands in front of Dean, "That's not it. If the kid is mine, I want to take him from her, or at least get visitation. She has no right to keep him from me after she drugged me and used me the way she did."

Suddenly, Dean wasn't laughing anymore. He was seriously weighing the pros and cons of what his brother had just said. Their life was not meant for family and apple pie Sundays but the bitch at least owed Sammy the right to know his kid, if said kid was truly his.

"Okay, Sam, not saying you're wrong or anything but shouldn't we at least find out more information first, Like when and where she had him. If you're listed as the father on the kid's birth certificate..."

"His name", Sam said, cutting off Dean, mid sentence, "His birthday."

Dean nodded,"That, too. God help her if she gave it some stupid chick flick name."

"He, Dean, he. It's a boy, not an it", Sam said solemnly, flipping open his laptop and furiously pounding the keys.

Dean smirked at his little brother's determined demeanor. That bitch had done some devious shit before but this was a new low. Using Sammy as a sperm donor, that was low key demon level shit. He would happily gank the bitch if it made Sammy feel better. Ever since she put the love mojo on Sam, he really hadn't been himself. There was something wrong, but Dean couldn't put his finger on it. Sam avoided women except for the few times he hired a prostitute thinking big brother wouldn't know.

"Okay, this online birth announcement, Rebecca Ann Rosen gave birth to a son on July 13, 2012 in Lawrence, Kansas. Says she named him Sebastian Samuel Rosen. He weighed 9lbs. 13 ounces and was 25 inches long."

"Damn, her hoo-ha is never going to be the same again. That's a big kid, Sammy."

Sam scrunched his face, "Can we not talk about her 'hoo-ha' or any other quirky nickname you choose to give her...lady parts. This is Becky we're talking about."

Sam shuddered at the memories he had from his time with Becky. He told Dean he didn't remember any of it, but he did. He remembered it all, even though he tried his best to forget. He had a pretty good idea of when Becky got pregnant. It was the night of their sham wedding, when his drug addled brain told him he loved her so completely, that he couldn't live without her. The night he spilled himself into her body six times as she moaned and tried to sensually writhe beneath him. Same shook off the thought and tried to find more information on his laptop while Dean paced back and forth, sipping on a beer.

"Heya, Sam? Why don't we just go back to where you saw her and confront the bitch. You can't let her get away with this. I've got your back, whatever you decide to do but this bitch needs a little payback."

For the first time in a very long time, Sam didn't disagree with his brother. He stood, closed the laptop and packed it away in his bag, "Let's go see my son."

Dean held up a finger,"Alleged son, until we get that DNA test."

Sam inhaled deeply. He knew Dean only wanted what was best for him and was trying to protect him the Winchester way, but Sam knew. Deep down inside, he knew that boy was his. He could feel it in his gut and his brain kept replaying the conception.

Dean started the car and gave his brother one of those reassuring looks he had tried to master over the years. The way he saw it, this could only go two ways. Becky let Sam see his kid or Becky got ganked. There was no gray area for Dean, he hated that bitch anyway.

Becky had seen Sam Winchester staring at her and Sebastian as they went into the market. She wanted so desperately to talk to him, to tell him about the boy but her nerves and the fact that he never wanted to see her face again, stopped her. She needed his help but didn't know how to ask Sam. The kid was majorly hard to deal with. He seemed to be psychic and knew what she was going to do before she did. Then, this morning, he told her his father was close by and they would see him soon. She thought it all nonsense but there, in broad daylight, holding a pie and beer, was Sam Winchester.