Author's Note(s): Hi, my name is Saphira. This is me telling you that I, Saphira Tashio, own nothing of the series Supernatural. I only own my character, ironically Saphira. Anyone who is caught mimicking or plagerizing my story and character without my consent shall be reported. I've worked hard to be where I am at. Including my characters. Thank you for your time and patience.

Chapter One: The Call

Saphira paced back and forth, glancing at the phone sitting innocently in the cradle. Biting her lip, she crossed her arms as she debated her actions. She could call and leave a message. But what if he picked up? What was her option then? Sighing, she ran a hand through the platinum locks before grabbing a hairbow. Sweeping it back into a messy bun, she steeled her resolve. Keeping an ear out, she snatched the phone out of the cradle and dialed the number.

Saphira pressed the phone to her ear, half of her hoping he would pick up. The other half was reluctant to speak to him. Luckily, Fate chose for her. The ringing stopped and a voice began to speak. "This is Dean. Leave a message and number..." Her heart hammered in her chest as she waited anxiously for the beep. Saphira's voice stuck in her throat as the beep rang in her ear.

Taking a deep breath, she forced the words out. "Dean... This is Saphira. It's been awhile... Hasn't it? We need to talk." Quickly leaving her address and number, she pressed end and slid the phone back into the cradle. Her relationship with Dean had been amazing in the year. She had been only eighteen while he was twenty. Due to certain... events, she left him and the two haven't spoken since then. Saphira could only hope that Dean would come to her so that this rift would be fixed.

Dean rolled onto his left side, groaning at the ringing of the phone. He rubbed his face and glanced at the clock. "Son of a bitch..." he muttered, sitting up. The phone stopped ringing and Sam adjusted his position but stayed asleep. The older brother grabbed his phone and looked at the unfamiliar number. Flipping open the device, he pressed one to listen to his speed dial. The voice on the other end almost made the phone slip from his grip. "Sam!"

Sam jumped up at his brother's cry, looking at the green lights. "What, Dean? It couldn't wait till morning?" he asked, voice run down with sleep. Dean glared at him, running around the room while pulling on clothes and packing. While waiting for an answer, he followed his brother's example.

"Sam, Saphira called," he said, stopping for just a moment. His phone was in the palm of his hand, voice quiet. Sam stopped, glancing at his brother. Dean may have been a womanizer but he had loved two people. Cassie and Saphira. He has had the pleasure of meeting the blonde as she was a hunter herself. "She said she wanted to talk. I have to go to her," Dean finished, a note of desperation in his voice. Sam nodded, silent as he helped to clean up their hotel room.

It took them five minutes to be packed up and out of town, speeding down the highway. Metallica was playing and Dean's mind was far from the road. Sam, whose gaze was out of the window, soon turned to his brother. "Any reason why she chose now of all times to call? It's been six years, Dean. Something is up," he pointed out.

"I know, Sam. Which is why we are going to her. I'm also going for answers. What we had was good, and out of the blue she says it's over? There's something else going on," Dean snapped, throwing his hand up. Sam sighed, resuming his thinking and staring out of the window. There was a long drive ahead.

Six hours later, the Winchesters pulled up to a three story rural house. It was a faded blue from the sun, accented in white. Children's toys were laying out front, a silver SUV parked neatly in the driveway. Dean was confused, and jealousy welled up inside of him. Sam cast a concerned look in his brother's direction as said male shoved open the door and slammed it. "Dean!" Sam warned, getting out after him.

Saphira heard the sounds outside and sighed, heart fluttering in anticipation. Looking into the living room, she noticed her two sons immersed by the television and themselves. Smiling softly, she went to the door and prepared to look upon the man who still held her heart to this day. With the door shut firmly behind her, Saphira crossed her arms under her bust. To her, Dean became more handsome and rugged looking. His build had become a bit more impressive. And Sam has grown quite a bit as well.

"Dean, Sam... It's good to see you," she murmured, a hesitant smile on her lips. Dean's angry countenance softened, and in a moment, his arms were wrapped tight around her smaller body. Saphira hugged back, tears welling in her blue eyes. "I've missed you..." she said, pulling back after a few minutes and Sam's uncomfortable cough. Walking over, she gave the younger brother a hug as well. "What have you two boys been up to?" she asked, sitting on the porch swing.

Dean sat down next to her, holding back the urge to hold her. "Killing evil sons of a bitches. I..." Dean stopped, clearing his throat. He was a little embarrassed but once Sam left towards the Impala, he continued. "I've missed you, too. What... What's with the toys?" he asked, motioning towards the front yard.

Saphira's elation at seeing Dean melted, her smile faltering a bit. Due to her... abnormal powers, she was able to feel the jealousy around him. Swallowing her fear, she turned and grabbed his rough hand. Her own hands use to be this rough. Closing her eyes, she took a breath. "Dean... Please. Just keep quiet till I finish, alright? I know you're going to be furious, and you have a right to be. But I've got to tell you my reasons." Dean nodded his agreement, mouth set into a firm line. His heart pounded painfully in his chest. It couldn't be that bad... Right?

Saphira took another calming breath before uttering her next words. "Dean... You have a son."

Cliffhanger!