Hello. Here is chapter two.

So, here's what we have so far:
- Dean is a major in the army.
- He can't remember how he got on an airplane (since we know he hates them).
- He has a photo of himself & Cas kissing.

Let's see what happens next.

Chapter Two:

He sat through in stunned silence for the rest of the flight, even as the plane touched down and taxied over to the gate.

He didn't know what to think.

Him and Cas: together? As in a couple?

He did feelings for the guy, but was it enough to start an intimate relationship back in his own reality?

He was unsure about it at the moment.

As he placed the photo back in the same place in his wallet, he found another two in there.

One was of him, dressed in blue scrubs, holding a newborn baby in his arms. Tears evident in his eyes, he was beaming from ear to ear at the tiny, pink-skinned cherub covered in a purple baby blanket and cap.

He turned the photo over to see what was written on back: "Scarlett Mary… Sept. 21, 2010… 6 lbs., 8 ounces… 'Papa's Princess'…"

"I have a daughter?" He softly muttered to himself. "With who?"

Did he have a child with Cas?

Did he get someone pregnant before he get together with Cas?

Shaking his head to clear his mind, he turned to the second photo in his hand.

It was a snapshot of a little boy with wisps of blonde hair and bright, cornflower blue eyes, in a bumblebee onesie.

The baby was looking up at the person taking the picture, smiling so happily.

'What a cute kid…' He thought softly to himself, as he flipped over the photo to read what was written, if anything, on the back.

"'Gavin Luke… January 23, 2013… 7 lbs., 13 ounces… 'Daddy's Best Buddy'…"

'So, I have a daughter and a son…' he thought to himself. 'Well, the boy looks like me… I guess that means something, doesn't it?'

He sat in silence again, even as people moved around him disembarking the plane, until a flight attendant tapped him on the shoulder.

"Sir?" The woman stated softly.

"Huh?" He mumbled back, before looking up at her standing there.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine… was just thinking, is all…"

"Well, you're the last one on the plane. Are you leaving us or staying for the next destination?"

"I'm heading off…"

"Good… did you need our help with your carry-on, sir?"

"Naw… I think I'll be alright… thank you…"

He quickly slipped the photos back in his wallet, before standing up and putting it in the back pocket of his pants. He pulled his personal duffel from the overhead compartment and made his way to the front of the plane, where the pilot, first officer, pursuer, and the other two flight attendants were standing waiting for him.

Each one of them thanked him for flying on the airplane and the airline, as well as thanking him for his service. He gave them a soft smile, before making his way up the gangway to the terminal inside of the airport itself.

Taking a deep breath, he started to move to get his other bags. He heard a smattering 'thank you's' as he moved throughout Kansas City International Airport, to which he would respond with a smile, a wave, or both.

He reached the baggage turnstile, just as its alarm went off and the conveyor belt began to move around. He was standing quietly by himself, just as he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Turning around slowly, he saw a face that he couldn't believe he would ever see again:

"Mom…?"

TBC…