I may end up changing the title of the story later on, not sure yet. But for now r&r please!

"Congratulations Ms. Walters, you're having a baby!" Oh how long I have waited for those words. How long I have waited to carry another human being inside of me for nine months. But when those words came out of the doctor's mouth, when I saw the tiny form on the ultrasound, heard the strong heartbeat of my child, I wasn't excited. I didn't cry tears of joy like I always pictured I would have since I was a young child. all I could do was think oh shit. This was a mistake. A result of a drunken one night stand. This shouldn't be happening. And yet here I am, four months pregnant, alone, and screwed by the most famous demon hunter.

I couldn't tell him. I was too scared. Scared of how he would react. I knew he never wanted kids, he told me every time I brought up family. This would only be an inconvenience in his life. So I decided that I wouldn't tell him. I would pretend that he never existed in my life. I would have this baby, no matter how much it hurt me to know that it would remind me of him everyday, and I would love it with everything I had. I would raise it alone. I would be a single mother. It couldn't be that hard, there were thousands of single mothers across the globe. My own mom had raised me by herself and we turned out fine, right? Yes, I could do this...

Two Months Later

...I can't do this. The morning sickness, the late night cravings, the mood swings, the exhaustion, the back pain... I can't do this. Not by myself. I thought I could but I can't. My mom and sister were on 'vacation' in Hawaii for a year. My brother hadn't talked to me in eight. My dad had died when I was four. I had no friends. I was alone in this. And I can't do this anymore. Yeah, I thought I could. But I can't. And I'm stressing out which the doctor says isn't good for the baby... that stresses me out more. I need someone to help me through this. I need someone to be with me when I'm up at four in the morning puking my guts out, or when I see a commercial on TV that makes me cry like a baby... I need someone to hold my hand when I'm giving birth. I need him...

"Who the hell is this?" The voice on the other side of the phone was anything but polite. I would've replied with something just as rude had it been someone different on the phone. But this tone was typical. Anything but surprising. This male always answered unknown numbers with a little more gruff than usual, in case it was a demon or something of that sort. Or even another hunter. Had to sound like a bad ass demon hunter. Not that his already deep voice didn't do it justice but still... And you know, the sound of his voice just made me realize...I freaking missed that. I missed that deep voice of his. Suddenly I just wanted him to talk. For hours. About anything. Because seven months without that voice...well...now I was realizing how stupid I was for letting him out of my life.

"Hello?!" He was getting impatient and I could tell he was about to hang up, probably thinking this was a prank call or something. He always hated those but then what person didn't. Whenever he would get those he would threaten to beat the living shit out of whoever called him after he hunted them down.

Sam would laugh much to his annoyance and I would unsuccessfully hide a smile. The funny thing was most of the prank calls were made by Sam. It got so boring on the road sometimes that we would have to entertain ourselves. So Sam one day dialed Dean's number. Using *67 of course. He just did the typical heavy breathing. Dean's reaction was so comical he made it a regular thing. Dean never found out it was his brother causing him so much anger. "Look you little-"

"I need you." The words rushed out before I could stop them. Before I could think about what I was saying. But...I didn't try to hastily cover those words up with something else, I just...held in a laugh. Because I could almost see the confusion on his face. Could hear the wheels turning in his head as he tried to put a name to my voice. I could picture his brow furrowed, his nose scrunched the tiniest bit, and maybe even his famous head scratching. After a couple minutes I let out an exasperated sigh. Thank god he was pretty. "It's me. Louise."

It was a typical Thursday night. Well a typical weeknight really. On my bed, propped up on pillows, one hand resting on my swollen belly, the air conditioner on high (the heat flashes I was getting lately were about killing me) and the TV volume low, just background noise. It was there to make my apartment feel a little less...lonely. This time though, I had my blackberry clutched anxiously up against my ear waiting for the speaker on the other side to say something. Anything. But there was only a silence. I was sure the person had hung up until I pulled the phone away from my ear and saw that no...we were still connected. Must mean the man had been shocked into silence or...well shocked into silence was all I could come up with. I couldn't really blame him. But I wasn't known for my patience. "Dean?"

"Louise? Why the hell are you calling me?!" Seven months go by without contact and then suddenly out of nowhere I call saying I need him. Yeah, I can't blame him for being confused and angry.

"I'm pregnant. It's yours." And oh. I closed my eyes and winced. That sounded much better in my head.

"Oh uhm what I meant to say was, remember that night seven months ago? In the back of your Impala?" The silence at the other end told me yes, yes he did. "Well, we didn't use protection." He wasn't saying anything and I didn't know what to say now except for, "Dean, you're a father." Then I heard the distinct click of someone hanging up the phone.

The Next Day

I was desperate. I needed someone to help me through the next 18 years. Dean well... that was a dead end apparently. He would be no help which was surprising considering that when there was a chance he was the father of Lisa's son, he was OK with it. But maybe it was just the fact that it was a child with me that turned him off. Or maybe he was just too busy trying to save the world from the apocalypse to raise a child. Did I mention that? Yeah, he and Sam started the apocalypse and now they have to end it. Dumb asses. Anyways yeah so Dean wouldn't be any help.

I had no friends. Being on the road with the Winchesters for two years, you don't exactly have time to make friends. Too busy killing demons. Even if you did, they usually die. Demons kill them to get to you. So I was a friendless person for two years. I was too occupied with demon hunting to really notice. Or really care. But now that I've settled down in an apartment, put the supernatural behind me, I realized...I can't have friends. Anytime someone talks to me or invites me to lunch, for example the really nice lady who lives upstairs, I say no. Because I still have this fear that something will happen to them if I get too attached. So I have no friends to help me with my child.

Family? My father was dead. Died in a freak accident when I was four. Spontaneous combustion. My mother and sister...ha no. Don't even get me started on them. The only one left would be my brother and I haven't talked to him in eight years. Eight years ago we had one little fight over dad. But that fight tore us apart. He now lives four states away paying child support to an ex-wife and two kids, boy and girl. He lives with a girlfriend whose had more criminal charges than I have fingers and toes. Why the hell he would hook up with someone like her is beyond me.

I sighed and glanced at my stomach. I was desperate. Desperate times called for desperate measures. That's what I kept telling myself as I dialed my brother's number.