"This is how it all ends Dad, I mean everything, you can't win against me and no one can stop me from doing this, the only way the world will truly be safe is if I die." She plunged the glowing dagger into her heart and fell to the ground dead.

Thats the end of the story, weird that I would put it at the beginning right? Well I thought it might give you a reason to read it or make you more interested. Now, why don't we start back at the beginning?

It was all sunny in Northern Missouri as the Winchester boys loaded into their family car. After a successful hunt, they were all in high spirits, until the phone rang. As it was Dean's phone he's the one who picked it up and answered in his normal gruff but the still unmanly childlike voice. "Hello?" the voice on the other end answered. Dean stretched and put his arm on the back of his seat in a cocky way. "Hey, Suze what's up?" She answered and immediately his face fell along with his arm and his complexion paled. "What do you mean... you aren't saying..." His voice shook and Sam touched his arm. "Dean whats wrong." Then Dean fainted, well more like he slumped forward and fell half out of his seat. John stopped the car, but instead of checking on his son he picked up the phone he had dropped. "Whats wrong?" He got right to the point his voice dark and menacing. The girl on the other end answered timidly. John became very still as her answer was not anything he would have expected... not yet at least. "We'll be right over." He hung up the phone then dropped it, putting the car into drive and flipping around so violently Dean fell all the way to the floor. This seemed to wake him up as he got up and sat back in his seat he was still pale and seemed to be trying to say something. "Dean, what is it?" Sams' voice shook Sammy and he was noticeably upset he couldn't think of anything that would make Dean faint let alone make his dad upset.

"Its..." he was breathing hard as if in a terrible realization. "Deannn?" Sam whined in a pitch that could only be reached by children his age. A pitch that his father couldn't stand. "Sam enough, we'll discuss Deans' fuck up when he can actually talk about it." Dean slumped back relived his eyes still wide open in disbelief. Several hours later they pulled up to a white house. It was the perfect suburban house complete with flowers on the windowsills and a big tree in the front yard. "Dean, you have to go in there and deal with it." Dean who had gradually been regaining color turned white again he'd been rehearsing what he was going to say to his dad since he got the call, but his voice still shook. "Dad I'm too young for this." John hit the back of his seat, "If you're old enough to do the action you're old enough to deal with the consequences." He looked away from his father but then his eyes fell on little Sammy. His face was concerned and afraid, Dean could reassure him but saying the words made it real. "Dean, whats going on? What happened?" He put his hand through his air and breathed out slowly. "uh Sammy there's a..." he trailed off. John impatiently commanded, "Tell him what you did." Dean closed his eyes then let the answer fall out all in one breath. "Igotherpregnant." Sam's face turned from concerned to confused. "What does that mean?" Dean turned red embarrassed and looked at John with a clear help me face. He just shrugged. "Uh, Sammy when a man and a woman..." He trailed off and Sam put his hands over his ears. "I know about that... is that what you said? Did you have the... S-E-X." He whispered this to Dean like it was a bad word. Looking at his face Dean would have laughed in different circumstances. "Yeah Sammy and now I'm paying for it." Dean was solum and serious but Sammy still didn't understand. "Was it a prostitute?" Now John laughed apparently that was funny enough to ignore Deans problem for a second. Dean just sighed was he gonna have to spell it out for the kid? "No, uh she... we... baby..." John hit the dashboard. "For god sake just spit it out." Dean ran his hands through his hair again and this time said it correctly. "I got her pregnant Sammy." Sam's mouth popped open in an expression of surprise and astonishment. "You mean you're going to have a baby? That's what you guys are all upset about?" Dean looked down ashamed "yeah Sammy." Sam smiled "That's great! why are you upset about that?" Dean hit the dashboard "Damnit Sammy this is not a good thing I'm 13 that's not old enough to raise a kid and our life isn't fit for a baby." Sam started to answer but John interrupted. "Okay that's enough, just go inside and take care of her." Dean stayed in the car looking at the house with dread. "Now Dean." He got out and shut the door numbly. From inside the car, John told him, "We'll be back when the baby is born then you can decide what to do about it." Then he kicked the car into gear and drove off leaving Dean in front of the house shocked with a sinking stomach, this is not good. Eventually, he made it to the front door and after 30 minutes he got up the courage to knock. She answered the door almost immediately and when she saw him her already beautiful face lit up. "Dean!" She exclaimed before she hugged him. He hugged her back and thought maybe this wasn't so bad.

Back on the road now John dialed his phone and started speaking into it as soon as he picked up. "Bobby, Dean really messed up this time and I need you to pick him up in about nine months from a little house in South Missouri," Bobby replied and John just sighed. "He can tell you if he wants I'm not going to be involved." A long pause as he replied, "Well that's his problem." Bobby yelled into the phone loud enough for Sammy, who was in the backseat staring out the window to hear. "He's your son you can't just cut him off because he makes a mistake!" John mumbled into the phone now trying to explain himself. "I'm not cutting his off I just want him to make the decision by himself," Bobby replied calmer than before. "Fine, I will after he decides." Bobby's reply was short this time. "Goodbye." John slammed the phone shut then stared intently at the road as if it was causing all the trouble.

Later that night Dean slept in the guest room of the perfect suburban house, he looks peaceful and to be honest he felt peaceful even safe here with this girl that he hadn't meant to ever see again. They'd talked a lot and came to a unanimous decision to keep the baby even if that would make life hard and even if Dean would be gone almost all of the time. This was a good house to raise it in, safe neighborhood no parents to worry about getting mad at the kid, not even in the house. Suzan was 16 but she didn't talk about her family and she was the only one living in there, well now Dean lived there too, but that was temporary.

As Dean was sleeping in the other room he didn't see her slip out of her room or hear her open the basement door that was padlocked. She went down the stairs and was immediately embraced by the demon waiting there, "Lilith you've done beautifully, how does it feel?"