You are my purpose, you're everything

A/N: If anyone is wondering why I haven't updated any of my stories in a while it's because I've just discovered this incredible TV show, Supernatural. I just had to write a fanfic about it. Hope you guys enjoy, reviews much appreciated x (Lisa plays a big part in this story but there is no Ben).

The title comes from a song called "Everything" by Life house, and I do not own that song.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters, they belong to their respective owners.

Chapter 1: Family is everything

Dean, I'm pregnant

That's what she said, she's pre...

Dean couldn't even get the word through his brain. How could Lisa have gotten pregnant? They were always so careful...

Dean sighed to himself as he lurched lazily around a corner in the Impala and headed off in a different direction. He didn't even know why he was driving around aimlessly, maybe to let off anger or steam.

Dean had sighed because he realised that it didn't matter how careful they were, these things just happened. But these kinds of things didn't happen to him, they couldn't happen to him. He and Lisa had been kind of having an on-off relationship around jobs for a long time now but it had never occurred to Dean that he might actually want to settle down with her some day. Dean knew he loved Lisa, and if he were honest with himself, under any other situation he would really want this for himself, but this wasn't about him. They were in a pre-apocalyptic world and Dean had to hand over his body to some Angel to supposedly save it. Not only that, but if Dean did raise this kid, he would more than likely have to raise it as a hunter, and he wouldn't wish that on anyone. He still regretted Sammy losing his childhood, he wouldn't want to do that to his own child.

Confused, he pulled up to the motel he and Sam were staying at.

...

"Hey." Sam said as soon as Dean was in the door, Dean was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't reply for minute.

"Hey," he said finally, voice course due to the lack of usage. He had been driving around for an hour in complete silence.

"Lisa okay?" Asked Sam, eyebrow cocked at Dean.

"Fine." Dean replied, heading to the build-in mini bar and grabbing a beer. He let the large swing of cool liquid slide down his throat slowly, savouring the small release.

"Dean, are you okay?" Asked Sam, more than a little concerned by his brother's silence.

"Of course I am," Dean replied immediately, "why wouldn't I be?"

"Because you always do that thing." Sam told him knowingly.

"What thing?" Asked Dean indignantly, collapsing onto the bed.

"That thing where something's bothering you and you go all quiet about it." Said Sam, crossing his arms. Dean stared at his brother for a long moment, internally annoyed that he was so transparent to him. It then occurred to Dean that Sam was the only one he could talk to...about anything really, he also knew that Sam wouldn't shut up about it until he told him, Dean shook his head at Sam's "let the anger flow and bring peace to yourself" crap.

"It's Lisa." Said Dean finally, pretending to take off his shoes so he didn't have to look at Sam. Sam chuckled slightly and sat down on the bed opposite Dean, facing him.

"What? Did she want you to meet her parents?"

Dean met Sam's smirk but his face remained impassive. "She's pregnant." He said finally.

Dean watched as Sam's smile slowly disappeared and the stress lines on his forehead made their comeback. "Is..is it yours?" Sam asked eventually.

"Of course it's mine!" Dean nearly exploded, he then breathed heavily and looked back down to the floor, and then back up to Sam. "Yeah, it's mine." He said more calmly.

"Weren't you careful?" Asked Sam immediately.

"We were," Dean told him, "we really were, I don't understand it, not for a second."

"What did you do?" Asked Sam, staring at Dean.

Dean's brow furrowed slightly, "what do you mean, what did I do?"

"When Lisa told you," Sam clarified, "I mean, did she tell you tonight? What did you do?"

"Yeah, she told me tonight." Dean explained, "so I told her that I had some unexpected work to do and I'd be back later, I kind of just, drove around for a while."

"And she bought that?" Asked Sam incredulously.

Dean shrugged. "I guess, to be honest, she just seemed really happy. I think she wants us to have it together."

"Don't you?" Asked Sam, confused.

"I...err..." Dean faltered, "I...hadn't really given it much thought...what do you think?"

Dean was surprised to see the large smile on Sam's face. "What are you so happy about?" He asked.

"Dean, I'm really happy for you." Sam explained, smile never faltering. Dean stared confusedly at his brother.

"Why?"

"You have a child!" Sam told him, "your own flesh and blood! Isn't that amazing?"

"Oh, you think I want to bring a child into this world?" Dean retorted angrily, "how can you expect me to bring my "own flesh and blood" into an apocalypse! Where his father is the vessel to an angel and his Uncle is the vessel to the devil and their intent on having a monster mash showdown! Not to mention we are both hunters, it's a crazy idea!"

"Dean," said Sam calmly, Dean stopped in his rant and stared at his brother. "Just, forget about all of that for now." He continued, "what do you want?"

"What do you mean?" Asked Dean, confused.

"Well," began Sam, "do you love Lisa?"

"What?" Asked Dean, pretending to laugh.

"Do you love her?" Sam repeated in all seriousness, staring at Dean. Dean stared at Sam with a meaningful look.

"Yeah, I suppose I do." He finally admitted out loud.

Sam smiled slightly. "And how did you feel when Lisa first told you she was pregnant? I mean, really, how did you feel?"

As Dean cast his mind back he was again met with that feeling he had felt when Lisa had first said the words. Before the fear and complications set in...Dean had felt...he couldn't describe it...he had just felt like...like he didn't want anything else in the world. Like if he had died there and then he would have died happy, the most content he'd ever really felt.

Dean didn't realise it but he had begun to smile, really smile. Sam saw the glazed over look in Dean's eyes and couldn't help but feel happy that his brother was finally getting a bit of happiness.

Dean's smile then began to falter and he was brought back to the motel room, Sam couldn't mistake the fear in Dean's eyes as he spoke to him. "Sammy...I've...I've been to hell, and...and sometimes I feel like I've got this hole inside of me that I can't fill with anything..." Dean sighed and stared at the floor. "Who would want a Dad like that?"

Sam stood up and raised his eyebrows. "Dean, that's bullshit and you know it."

Dean thought about that for a long while and then looked up to Sam. "I guess you're right," he said eventually, trying a small smile, then Dean rose to his feet. "I'm...I'm gonna go talk to Lisa."

Sam smiled comfortingly at him as Dean headed for the door. "You'll do the right thing, Dean. You always do."

Dean stopped and turned slowly back to Sam, laughing a little. "I never realised you had so much faith in me."

Sam shrugged, "well, you're right." He informed his brother.

"Right about what?" Asked Dean, confused.

Sam shrugged again. "Most angels are just turning out to be dicks and God's just left..." Sam paused for a minute. "I'd rather have faith in something real."

Dean couldn't help smiling slightly at him. "Hey, Sammy?" Asked Dean.

"Yeah?" Asked Sam.

"You 'no I'll never let anything happen to you?"

"I know." Sam smiled slightly.

"I promise." Said Dean honestly, before disappearing out the door.

...

As Dean slid into the driver's side of the Impala he heard his phone go off in his breast pocket, as soon as he shut the door, he fished his cell out of his pocket and checked the caller ID.

Castiel

Dean answered immediately, "Hey, Cas." He said casually.

"This is not Castiel." A different voice immediately answered. Dean immediately braced himself, a familiar fear tightening in his chest. "Where is Cas?" Asked Dean immediately.

"Oh, he's fine." The cocky voice immediately responded.

"Who are you?" Asked Dean harshly.

"Oh, we've met," the eerily silken voice replied, "I hope you're looking after that meat suit for me."

The realisation hit the floor with a resounding thud. "Michael." Dean practically spat down the phone.

"So, have you thought about my offer?" Asked Michael casually, like they were discussing the weather.

"No." Dean spat angrily, "it will always be no."

Dean heard Michael sigh wearily. He then stayed silent for a long moment.

"Did you really believe that Lisa's pregnancy was simply a fluke?" He asked eventually.

Dean's jaw tightened, "how do you know about that?"

"Well, my thinking was..." began Michael, "that if you said no, which I know you always will...then maybe a child of yours would, seeing as the vessel is passed down through the bloodline, I'll just use your daughter, did I mention Lisa is having a little girl?"

That same floaty feeling settled in Dean's stomach momentarily, a little girl...he was going to have a daughter...but then suddenly the enormity of the situation weighed down on him again.

"But the timing is all wrong." He said, "the world would be practically destroyed in nine-months and even then, you won't get very far possessing a new born!"

Michael laughed. "Hello, Dean? Angel! Or did you forget that? Now that your meat suit is conceived I can do whatever I want with it, speed up the aging process, the pregnancy...you see, I always get what I want, and I will kill Lucifer, even if it means killing precious little Sammy in the process."

Dean's anger threatened to break through his chest and when he spoke his voice was so low and so foreboding it could have given Lucifer the chills.

"Listen up you son of a bitch, Lucifer is getting nowhere near Sammy, this is your war, not ours, and you better return my friend Cas safe and sound." Dean took a deep breath before continuing.

"And I will kill you if you so much as lay a finger on my daughter."

So, what do we think? Also, any ideas on what I should name Dean's daughter, I was thinking of something sentimental...