Dean Winchester had to grow up faster than most kids. When boys his age were worried about starting in Little League or whether they were getting that new bike for Christmas, he dealt with more adult problems. Did his baby brother get enough to eat, was his father going to come home from his trip in time to pay the motel tab.. would he come back at all? Everything in his young life revolved around keeping Sammy protected.

His dad would leave on hunts for long periods on time and when he was back he'd spend his time drinking, testing the boys' skills at fighting or looking for the next job. Dean made sure they had food, clean clothes and the other necessities. He knew his father was suffering because of the loss of the boys' mother, Mary, he felt the loss keenly too. He didn't begrudge picking up the parental slack because it was all about finding out what happened to his mom and keeping Sammy safe.

So when Dean was about seven years old and his father came home from a hunt with a little surprise, he was distraught.

John Winchester walked in after a long absence, handed Dean a baby, some supplies and said he be leaving again in under an hour. Sammy ran up for some fatherly attention but he just got told to go watch tv.

Dean held the bundle, watching his father grab extra ammo and clothes.

"Dad..?" He questioned.

John continued packing, muttering a checklist of items to bring.

"Dad!" Dean tried again.

"What Dean, can't you see I'm busy?" His father ground out before taking a swig of whiskey.

"Dad, what am I supposed to do with him..her..it.. Who's baby is this?" He was so in shock, he hadn't even looked down at it yet. Looking at it would make this real.

His dad cleared his throat, "That's your half-sister, Desyre. Her mother and I had a brief thing, and she's the result. She was given to her grandmother when her mother refused to stop hunting. The old lady called from the hospital, asking me to take Desyre back to her daughter. I have to locate her and I can't do it lugging around the kid."

John grabbed up his duffel bag and threw down some money on the nightstand.

"The room's paid up for a few weeks, there's cash, and supplies to last til then. Any problems call Bobby. I'll contact you when I can." And walked out.

The rumble of the car's engine broke through Dean's stupor but by the time he got to the door, he could only see the tail-lights of the Impala disappearing down the road.

In his arms, the bundle of blankets started to squirm. He went inside and locked the door

"What's that?"

Dean looked to see Sam pointing at the mewing form. He walked over to the bed, placed it down and started to unwrap it.

His father said take care of it, he would do that and it didn't matter that it hurt to think of his dad with anyone but his mom.

The baby grabbed his finger and cooed. He took a deep breath, looked down into the biggest blue eyes he'd ever seen. He smiled down at her.

His brother jumped on the bed to take a peek.

"Careful Sammy, you don't want to hurt our baby sister."

John popped in and out again for the next few months. Dean handled everything. He was so used to caring for Sammy that he fell easily into the role for Desyre as well. She was such a sweet little thing, she easily wrapped him around her little finger. He baby-proofed the room, rocked her to sleep and was the one she took her first steps for.

He got a little choked up when she would raise her little arms to him and say "De". He would do anything to see her face light up. They would fall asleep with her cuddled on him, holding a small teddy bear he had bought her.

Then late one evening, John came walking in. His father scooped her off his chest and handed her to a strange woman.

Desyre's was startled and reached back for him.

"De! De!"

Dean jumped up to go to her but his father held him back. Sam propped up on his bed, rubbing his eyes.

"This is Desyre's mother. She'll be fine. Stay with Sammy."

John grabbed a bag of her things and walked them out to a waiting car.

Dean looked back at Sam, but hearing Desyre's cries was breaking his heart. He looked around unsure, saw her little bear, and grabbed it. He ran outside not knowing what he would do.

His father glanced back as her car was pulling away, and grabbed Dean's shoulder.

"It's for the best, Son. There's things you don't... She can't stay here. Plus would you want someone to deny you your mother?"

Dean looked down and said brokenly, "But she doesn't even have her stuffed bear.."

Bobby had told him occasionally Desyre would be dropped at his house for weeks at a time, Dean kept hoping she would show up when they were there but they never crossed paths. He started to leave little things at Bobby's for her and eventually she started to leave little drawings or notes back. Years passed without them ever seeing her and losing Desyre just made Dean even more protective of Sammy. He couldn't bear the thought of someone else he loved being ripped away from him.

When he was almost out of his teens John sent them both to live with Bobby for a while. His father was pursuing more dangerous monsters, and Bobby could continue their training full-time. Bobby also taught Dean everything he knew about cars.

He put him to work rehabbing vehicles while Sam went to high school.

Soon after Sam graduated, a huge argument broke out between his brother and father. Sam left for Stanford without a backward glance, and his father started having Dean hunt alone.

Dean stayed at Bobby's between jobs, helping out wherever he could.

Right now he was waist deep in an engine, trying to find a mysterious leak. So intent on his pursuit of the elusive drip, he didn't hear footsteps til the person was almost on top of him. Rearing up he rapped his head so hard, he saw stars.

"Sonofabitch!" He growled, bending down gripping his head.

"I'm so sorry, are you hurt? I didn't mean to startle you." A soft voice explained.

He looked over to see a pair of shapely legs encased in tight denim shorts. Pleased he raised his glance higher, taking in a tight tank top blessed with ample cleavage.

'Even better' he thought, then continue the visual journey. Staring back at him with a set of gorgeous blue eyes was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. His head pain disappeared instantly. He tossed on his devil-may-care grin, wiped his hands on a rag, and said, "I'm great now.. What can I do you for, Sweetheart?"

She turned beet red and stammered, "I..I w..was just looking for Bobby? Bobby Singer?"

"He's right inside. I'll bring you to him." She was so adorable... adorable and hot as Hell. He could tell she wasn't that experienced with guys, otherwise his tame flirting wouldn't affect her so.

She scuffed her foot in the dirt, "It's ok, you're busy, I can.."

"Princess, I am at your disposal. You need Anything, I'm your man." Dean wrapped an arm around her shoulders and escorted her to Bobby's house. That slight contact was driving him nuts, he couldn't remember ever getting this worked up this fast. It was all he could do to not push her up against the wall and ravage her.

She was blushing, sneaking glances at him when she thought he wasn't looking, her tongue would lick her pouty lips and then she'd bite them.

He had to have her, he could have her wet and ready in minutes, he thought boldly. He couldn't wait to caress her soft skin, to introduce her body to every pleasure. He decided to test the waters at the entryway to the house.

He turned and dropped his arm, then tilted her face up by her chin. She obviously felt the pull as well, closing her eyes and slightly puckering her lips. Dean leaned down intending to start with a chaste kiss on her mouth. But when their lips touched it was as if a fire was set ablaze in them. He deepened the kiss when she gasped in surprise. Her hands were grasping his arms and then running through his hair. He started to massage her backside through the jean shorts. A car backfired on the road, and they finally pulled apart. She looked up at him in shock and a little awe. He felt the same. He ached to take her in his arms again. Dean grabbed her hand, brought her inside, intending to lead her upstairs.

"Who's there?" A gruff voice shouted from the kitchen.

"Damn.." Dean hissed under his breath. He totally forgot about Bobby. He slung his arm around her and led her in to see him.

Bobby broke out in a huge smile.

"I was wondering when you'd get here! Dean let go of Desyre so she can give me a hug"

Dean looked at his dream girl, "Desyre?"

She looked shocked as well.

Bobby huffed, "Your sister?... Idgit." And pulled her in for a hug.