For some, true love is never found. For others, they find their true love straight away. Then there are those that spend years searching, only to lose their true love shortly after finding them.
I, Cole Singer, am one of those who lost their love after just finding them.
This is my story.
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Bobby Singer knew a mistake when he saw one. And at that moment, as he gazed down at the infant in his arms, he knew he'd just made what he thought was the biggest mistake so far.
"Bobby?"
Pulling his gaze away from the baby, Bobby looked up and gave his visitor a nod of the head.
"Hey" he responded, his voice slightly gruffer than normal.
John Winchester stepped forward and took the baby off his best friend, smiling down as a pair of bright blue eyes blinked up at him.
"She's beautiful" the younger man commented.
Bobby grunted, still unsure of exactly what had happened in the last thirty minutes of his life. One minute he was sitting in his chair, sipping a beer and watching the news; the next minute, there was a frantic knock at the door and a baby was thrust into his arms with a whisper of "She's yours" before the woman sank to the floor, her injuries finally claiming her life. Before Bobby even had time to blink, the familiar Impala raced up the drive and John flew out, the two boys slowly following him, both with surprised looks on their faces at the woman on the floor. John ushered Bobby inside and the boys were ordered to go straight upstairs.
That was just thirty minutes ago, and now here he was, standing in the middle of his living room floor, staring at the baby nestled in his friends' arms.
"I don't understand how this happened." Was all Bobby said.
John chuckled.
"Well, when a man and woman have certain feelings for each other..."
"I know HOW it happened!" Bobby yelled before calming himself. "I just don't know how I've ended up in this position. I also don't understand why you're here and how you got here just as she did."
John lowered his gaze to the baby before responding.
"She was a hunter, just like us. When you met here in Arizona, she didn't tell you because for once, she wanted to feel normal. For that month she was with you, she said she'd never felt so free and so normal. She rang me when she found out she was pregnant and even though I said to tell you, she didn't want to as we both knew you'd give up hunting. I went to see her two days ago but when I got to the house, there was blood everywhere. I assumed she'd try to get to you but by the time I got here, it was too late."
Bobby gulped as the information sank in and gently took the baby out of John's arms. His baby. His daughter. He never thought that the woman he'd spent a month with would have a child. He didn't even consider that they never once used protection and that a baby was almost predictable in the equation. He'd simply left and they'd moved on, or so he thought. Now here he was, holding his daughter and having no clue what to do now he had her.
"Does she have a name?" Bobby asked.
John nodded.
"Jessie called her Colette, but she doesn't have a middle name yet."
Bobby nodded.
"I'm not going to change it. Colette Singer. I like it. I just don't know how to do all this dad/mom stuff."
John placed a reassuring hand on the older hunter's shoulder.
"I'll help in any way I can. And I'm sure Dean won't mind babysitting for us every now and then."
"Hey!" a small voice from upstairs squeaked.
Both hunters chuckled as Dean's eight year old face appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Bed, Dean." John ordered and the child vanished from sight.
Bobby sighed and once more looked down at the small infant.
For her sake, he would do this.
