Kat stood at the kitchen counter watching Sophie color while she hummed along to the music on the radio. Kat had survived her first day at work, she even made a ton of sales, most of them tee-shirts, but money was money. It was now time to face her daughter and give her the bad news. Ever since Sophie was 4 her school had put on a father-daughter dance, and the first time Sophie had come home with the news, Kat did everything she could to avoid having to participate. She bought Sophie gifts, made her favorite dinner every night for three weeks, promised Sophie the dance lessons she had been begging for, Kat even offered to take Sophie herself, but nothing was good enough. Her daughter had never asked for much, and watching her face scrunch up and her pretty green eyes fill with tears broke her heart every time she explained to Sophie there was no way she could go with her dad.

Kat hadn't spoken to Sophie's father in years, and she wasn't going to pick up the phone now to beg him to drop everything and take his daughter to a dance. Kat had more pride than was healthy. After three weeks of trying to knock the idea out of Sophie's head, Kat finally had to give in and find someone to take her. Kat got a depressing "I'd rather not go at all than go with you. Why can't I have a daddy like everyone else?" when she offered to take Sophie herself. That was the last straw for Kat. She couldn't take watching her daughter cry every night just because Kat herself was stubborn.

Kat still couldn't build up the courage to call Sophie's father, but she had access to the next best option, she just hoped the last number she had for him was still in service. Kat sat on her bathroom floor and dialed the number, waited through two rings before John, Sophie's grandfather on her father's side, answered the phone. Kat had to swallow back the tear she felt swelling inside her. She was desperate and if he agreed to this Kat could give her daughter the thing she wanted most this week. Of course John was just excited Kat wanted him to be a part of his granddaughter's life and jumped on the chance to get to spend time with her. John showed up a week before the dance and spent every free second Sophie had with her teaching her how to play football, watching kid's tv shows, coloring, even cooking the three of them dinner.

After that John showed up for holidays when he could or when he had a free week he'd drive up and spend as much time with his granddaughter as he could. Kat appreciated the time John made for Sophie, but she still begged John each time he showed up to keep the fact that he saw Sophie to himself. John never understood why, but every time he kept his visits to himself.

Kat let out a sigh and walked across the kitchen, took a seat next to her daughter, and brushed the hair out of her face. Sophie looked up, a deep frown set in her face, readying herself for the bad news her mother had to tell her. For a 6 year old, Sophie could always tell when her mother was in a bad mood or had bad news to share. Kat took a deep breath before folding her knees to her chest and preparing herself for what would happen next.

"Sophie…I didn't know how to tell you this, I had been putting it off for a while, but I have to tell you something." Kat explained, using all her will power to keep eye contact with her daughter.

Sophie sat there staring at her mother, patiently waiting for her to continue.

"Baby…Grandpa John passed away." Kat said watching her daughter's face for her reaction.

At first it took Sophie a minute to understand, but the second the words sunk in, her tiny green eyes filled with tears. Sophie let out a small sob, her chest tight with pain.

"How long has he been dead?" Sophie choked.

Kat looked at the table, ashamed of her next answer. "Two months."

Sophie blinked at her mother. How could she have kept this from her for so long? Sophie loved her grandpa and now he was gone. He had been gone, and she never realized. Sophie threw her crayons on the floor and stomped up the stairs, wailing the whole way up.

"I hate you!" Sophie screamed from the top of the stairs before storming off down the hall.

Kat covered her mouth before the sob she let out was audible. She knew the way she handled things was wrong, but she didn't know how to tell her daughter. How do you explain death to a 6 year old? It was always hard when Kat realized her baby was smarter than she assumed. Kat rested her head against the table and sobbed into her folded arms. Sophie wasn't the only one lost without John.

Sophie stomped into her mother's room and glanced around the room. It only took her a few minutes to spot the thing she was looking for. She grabbed the object from her mom's bedside table, walked over to the bathroom, and locked the door behind her. Sophie sat on the bathroom floor for a while, thinking about what could happen if she did what she was thinking about doing. At the moment, she didn't care how much trouble she was going to get in, she was scared, lost, hurt, and her mother had kept her in the dark for months. Sophie turned on the cell phone in her hand, found the number she was looking for, hit 'call', and waited while the phone rang.

Sam was humming along to the song on the radio and focusing on the empty stretch of road in front of him when the car suddenly filled with a buzzing noise. He checked his pocket and found it wasn't his phone making the noise. He leaned over and tried to check the glove compartment without waking Dean up, but it was a lost caused. Before Sam could open the latch Dean sat up and glared at his brother.

"You tryin' to make a pass at me in my sleep? So not cool dude." Dean said as he stretched.

"Don't call me dude. And I was trying to get the phone that's ringing." Sam explained as he pulled himself back in his seat.

Dean suddenly registered the ringing noise that was coming from the compartment in front of him. He pried open the door, reached in for his father's phone and checked the caller I.D.

"Who the hell is Katie?" Dean glared at the screen, trying to figure out who could possibly be calling his dead father.

"I have no idea. Why do you have dad's phone anyways?" Sam glanced at the phone, trying to ignore the knot that was forming in his gut.

Sam had an idea who this Katie person could be but he found out about Katie on accident. When he received that call two months ago, he told himself he would keep what he knew to himself. He refused to tell Dean anything about the mystery woman who had called their father's cell phone a few weeks after he died.

"Figured I'd keep it. You know, just in case we needed the phone for something." Dean shrugged and hit answer on the small device. "Hello?"

"Who is this?" Sophie huffed on the other end of the phone.

Dean looked at the phone confused. "Dean Winchester. Who the hell is this?"

"I'm Sophie, and I'm 6, so you better watch your language."

Dean covered the phone and turned to his brother confused. "Some kid named Sophie is calling dad. What's going on?"

Sam's eyes widened. He grabbed the phone from his brother and pressed it against his ear.

"Hi, sorry this is Sam. Can I help you with something?" Sam said, trying to come off a little nicer than his brother.

"I'm Sophie, I'm looking for John Winchester's son… or nephew, or… I'm not quite sure who I'm looking for. John Winchester is my grandfather and I just found out he's dead so I want to speak to my father. I have some questions for him."

Sam almost lost control of the car as he listened to the little girl speak. When Katie had called a few months ago, he had assumed by the sorrow in her voice from learning he was dead she had to be his girlfriend, but this situation…it was even more confusing. Sam gripped on to the steering wheel and tried to ignore his brother's whispered questions. He could only focus on one thing at a time.

"Sophie, are you sure you're thinking of the right person? Where's your mom? Can I talk to her?"

"I'm sure I'm looking for the right person! My grandpa is John Winchester. This is the number my mom has for him, so this must be his number, and I used to see him at least four times a year. I know who my own grandfather is, jeez! You can't talk to my mom right now she…doesn't know I'm calling. I'm not supposed to call." Sophie explained, now a little nervous about making this phone call.

Sam tried focusing on the road, but he was too busy trying to wrap his head around this new information. Sam couldn't think of anyone he'd been with six years ago besides his ex-girlfriend Monica, and he knew for a fact she didn't have a kid, so who was this mystery kid? That's when he turned his narrowed eyes towards his brother, who was still trying to figure out was going on. Sam should have assumed this was his brother's kid and not his own, Dean had a habit of leaving a trail of broken hearts in every city they stopped in, but this…this was a new one for Dean.

"Okay, can you tell me who your mom is?" Sam asked, still not quite sure how to approach this situation.

"Just because you have 20 questions doesn't mean you can ignore mine. My mom is Katherine Sawyer, and I, Sophie Sawyer want to speak to my sperm donor, well, that's what mom calls him." Sophie huffed, getting annoyed this conversation wasn't going the way she wanted.

Sam racked his brain, trying to remember why the name sounded so familiar. He knew he'd heard it before, but he had no idea why. He did know that this was one of his brother's conquests and not one his own. Sam rolled his eyes and turned his attention towards his brother.

"Sawyer, does the last name mean anything to you?" Seth asked, expecting his brother to sit there forever trying to remember this girl.

To Sam's surprise, Dean suddenly tensed when he registered the name. Dean knew the name all too well, her face haunted his dreams on a regular basis, when he was driving he would find himself zoning out, thinking about the brown eyed girl he left 7 years ago. And that's when it all sank in. Darien snatched the phone from his brother without even thinking about it.

"Your mother is Kat Sawyer?" Darien shouted down the phone.

"You must be the idiot who got her pregnant." Sophie snapped, tired of this back and forth conversation.

Dean's eyes widened as he took in all this information. This kid was his. He had a kid out there somewhere. Dean Winchester… a father?! That sounded like the beginning of a bad joke. Why hadn't he known about any of this? Why had his father known about Sophie and he didn't know about his own daughter?

"Look, I'm gonna get caught if I stay on this phone too much longer, but you should come see us. I know you don't know about me, so let's try and skip the 'I have a daughter, what?' conversation tonight and save that for another day. Find a piece of paper and write down this address."

Dean grabbed a pen and pad from the glove compartment and took down the little girl's address without interrupting. Dean didn't know what to say, so he said nothing at all.

"Get here soon, I need a favor and I'm going to be in so much trouble for making this call, but I did it so I might as well get something out of it. Okay chit-chat time is over, gotta go. Hurry up and get here! Bye."

The line went dead next to Dean's ear before he could collect himself enough to reply. Dean looked at his brother, his face slack with shock. Sam kept his eyes on the road while he tried to keep his laughter to himself. This was better than television.

"I have a kid. With Kat Sawyer. Kat Sawyer and I have a daughter." Dean mumbled, still in shock.

"Dean, who is this girl? I expected it to take you a few years to remember this girl's name. I've never heard about her before."

Dean shook his head. "Just get us to Ohio soon. I'm going to find out what all this means."

Dean watched the trees blur past the window as he thought about Kat. He hadn't stopped thinking about the girl with the smile that could light up a room but eyes filled with so much sorrow since the day he'd left her. He thought she was going to come with him but she never showed up that night. Now 7 years later he was getting phone calls from a little girl who claimed to be his daughter? And the worst part, his father knew she existed this whole time. Why hadn't she told him? Why hadn't his own father told him the news? What was he going to find when he showed up on her door step? Dean tried to ignore the nervous feeling taking him over and focused on falling back asleep. This was probably going to be a sleepless night, thinking about the girl he left behind 7 years ago.

Kat was standing behind the counter when the bell above the door rang. Kat looked up from her paperwork to see her older sister Taylor walk up to the counter, her brown hair tied up in a bun, deep bags under her brown eyes, and her blue scrubs soaked down the front. Taylor was a nurse at the local hospital and some days when she got off work early she would come visit her sister. Today was the first time Taylor had seen Kat's new store, and though it took her a minute to remember she'd never been here before, the moment she realized where she was she stopped, taking in everything.

"Welcome to K Vicious! Please tell me that's not blood on your shirt." Kat exclaimed, a satisfied grin crossing her lips.

Taylor turned her attention back to her sister, an identical smile now across her face. Taylor closed the distance between herself and the counter, rested her elbows against the surface, and half collapsed half rested against the counter. Taylor had just finished a two day shift and she was ready to collapse, but she had to come see her sister after the urgent message she'd received this morning.

"It's coffee, I tried to caffeinate before I came here, but as you can see I can't drink coffee and drive at the same time. This looks amazing Katie, you really did it." Taylor said as she tried to smile through her hazy state of mind.

Kat jumped up in glee and giggled. "I can't believe I actually did it!"

Taylor walked around the counter and wrapped her arms around her little sister. Even though Kat was wearing three inch heels, Taylor was still a good four inches taller than Kat. Somehow Kat got the short end of the gene pool stick. While Taylor was tall, 5'7, and built like a model, Kat was short, 5'0", and shaped like an hour glass. If it weren't for their similar facial features no one would ever guess the sisters were related.

Kat realized their hug was lasting a little longer than usual. When she looked up at her sister she found her fast asleep around Kat's neck. Kat nudged Taylor laughing under her breath.

"Why don't you go pick up Sophie from school and go back to my place and get some rest. I'll make you dinner once I get home." Kat offered as she tried to straighten her sister into a normal standing position.

Taylor released her sister, stretched, and nodded. "Alright sounds like a plan. Take your time. I'm in no rush to wake up once I fall asleep."

Kat watched as her sister dragged herself towards the front of the store half awake. She was already regretting telling Taylor to go pick up her daughter, now worried they'd both die because Taylor fell asleep behind the wheel, but she trusted her sister to get them home safely. Kat was about to go back to her paperwork when Taylor whipped around and stalked back to the counter, looking a little more alert than she had a few moments before.

"I almost forgot, what happened last night that put you in such a crying fit?" Taylor asked her face now constricted into a worried expression.

Kat almost forgot she had called her sister crying last night. She called three times before leaving a tearful voicemail on her sister's phone, hoping she'd have time to call her back soon. No wonder Taylor had arrived half-awake to see her. Kat sigh and leaned against the counter.

"I told Sophie John died." Kat sighed.

If Taylor hadn't been fully awake a minute ago, she sure was now. Taylor's eyes grew to the size of saucers as she stared back at her sister.

"How did she take that?" Taylor asked, now coherent and alert.

Kat sighed and slumped more onto the counter. "She spent most of the night crying. She hasn't said a word to me since. I knew better than to keep this from her this long, but I didn't know how to tell her."

Taylor shook her head in shock. "Have you talked to-"

"No!" Kat cut her sister off mid-sentence. "What am I supposed to say 'hey it's Kat, that girl from years ago, yeah, well…surprise, you have a six year old!' Yeah, I'm not calling him."

Taylor rolled her eyes as Kat moved her paperwork off the counter, a deep frown now setting into her face. Taylor didn't know much about the mystery man who was her niece's father, or why Kat wasn't speaking to him, but ever since her sister showed up on her doorstep 6 years ago, 18 years old, holding a new born in her arms, Kat had refused to call up the other half of Sophie's gene pool. Taylor was still convinced Kat wouldn't have called John if Taylor hadn't dialed the number for her. Her sister was adamant on keeping her distance when it came to Sophie's father, but no one knew why. Taylor had an inkling of an idea, but the idea was so outlandish. Knowing Kat, Taylor wouldn't put it past her to have an absurd reason for keeping away from Sophie's father.

"Since I know you have a long rest of the day, I'll drop the subject for now. We'll pick this back up tonight!"

Taylor kissed her sister on the check then turned and walked away. Kat didn't want to admit it, but maybe her sister was right, maybe she should call. She had done it a million times: picked up the phone, dialed the number and waited until he answered the phone. He always answered, but every time she heard his voice she hung up the phone. She couldn't talk to him, it had been so long, and she had lost him. Why did she want to go through that pain again?

Kat fidgeted with the iPhone in her hand contemplating her choices. One button was all it took and she could say…something. Anything would be better than the silence she had left him with so long ago. Kat took a deep breath, scrolled through her contacts, found the one she was looking for, and hit send. It only took one ring before his voice filled her ear.

"Dean Winchester here." Dean answered, his voice sounding the same way it did 7 years ago.

Kat opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.

"Hello? Is someone there?" Dean shouted over the background noise.

Kat shook her head and hung up the phone.

"I'm sorry." Kat whispered as she stared at her phone.

"Wake up." Sam shouted as he nudged his brother awake.

Dean startled awake and looked around him. They were in some suburban neighborhood presumably in Ohio, since Dean specifically told Sam not to wake him up until they had arrived. Dean looked up at the house they were parked in front of, still trying to process and wake up. It was your typical brick house, the door made of stained glass, and the steps leading up to the door lined in purple flowers. Kat had always wanted an old fashioned house, Dean remembered all the little things Kat had rambled about, it was the only time her smile was genuine. Dean smiled to himself, knowing Kat got what she wanted made him feel a sense of pride for his ex…well, Dean and Kat never had a label to begin with, so it was hard to label what they had even now.

"Is this the house?" Dean asked just to clarify.

Sam got out of the car and shut the door behind him. "From the face in the window, I'd say yes."

Dean followed Sam's gaze to find a tiny girl standing in the door window staring at them through the glass. Dean stared at the girl in awe. She looked like Kat's daughter, dressed up as a cross between a flower hippy and a model but the resemblance between Sophie and Dean was uncanny. From where Dean stood he could see her long blonde hair was the same shade as his own short cut head of hair. Dean walked up the stairs to the door in a daze, trying to get a closer look at the tiny girl smiling at him. The smile on her face was familiar because his lips curved in the same way when he smiled, and though her eyes were shaped just like her mother's, the shade of green that stared at Dean was identical to his own eye color. Sam tapped his brother on the shoulder breaking the trance he was in. Dean hadn't realized he was inches away from the glass that separated him and his daughter. He was too busy taking her all in, shocked by the similarities and suddenly even more hurt from being kept in the dark for so long.

Sophie pulled the door open and smiled up at the two brothers, excitement filling her as the seconds passed. This was her father, the man she had wondered about ever since she could remember, and he was finally here. It was so unreal to her. It was unreal for the three of them, staring at one another, all in shock.

"You can come in or would you prefer to stand out there and continue to stare." Sophie said between giggles.

Dean smiled at her. The sassy manner in which she spoke was definitely something she picked up from her mother, and though it was toned down to a 6 year old level, he knew Sophie was mimicking the way her mother spoke.

Dean walked past her and into the house while Sam followed closely behind him. Sophie frowned up at Sam, confused.

"Is this your boyfriend?" Sophie asked as she shut the door.

Dean and Sam glanced at each other with wide eyes then turned their shocked expressions to the little girl. Sophie just frowned up at the pair of them, still confused.

"No, we're brothers." Dean explained, trying to gain control of his face once more. "This is Sam and I'm Dean. I'm um…you're dad, I guess."

Sophie rolled her eyes. "You guess? I doubt Ranger Bob there next to you is my dad. He doesn't look like the love em' and leave em' kinda guy."

Dean stared at the girl, completely dumbfounded. He was being judged…by a 6 year old. Sophie just crossed her arms over her chest glaring up at Dean. She was already disappointed, she had assumed he would be some prince to save the day, not some confused pretty boy who looked like he broke her mother's heart. No wonder Kat never called him before.

"Aren't you supposed to show me some respect? I am your father after all. And you are too young to know what 'love em' and leave em' even means! What does your mother let you watch?!" Dean exclaimed, looking at his new found daughter in shock.

Sam covered his mouth with his hand trying to stifle the laugh that he couldn't help but let escape. Sam already liked this kid, if any girl was going to be Dean's perfect kid, this would be it. She was a no crap kinda kid, and that's exactly the kind of kid Dean needed. Sam was still trying to process the new information, the thousands of questions running through his mind, and the awkwardness of this whole situation, but at least this girl could bring some comedy to the whole thing. Sam was already growing to like his niece.

Before Sophie could reply a sound like a door closing came from the kitchen and music started to play. Sophie turned wide eyes towards Sam and Dean and gestured towards the living room.

"We can talk more about this later, right now I have to figure out how to explain this to my mom." Sophie said in a panicked voice while trying to herd the boys into the living room.

"You let me take care of that, you just play along." Dean said winking at the little girl as he sat down on the couch, making himself at home.

Sophie cringed, hoping this would all work, but doubting Dean actually knew how to 'take care' of any situation. Sophie sighed and sat herself down on the floor in front of the couch, waiting for the games to being. She just hoped she'd survive the next hour.