DISCLAIMER: In first chapter.

The nurse came around a half an hour later and told his brother that his time was up

The nurse came around a half an hour later and told his brother that his time was up. Sam had never seen his brother's face literally fall so quick before. "She needs a break Mr. Scott," she explained quickly. "You can come back later. I promise."

"When?"

The nurse glanced at her watch and then back up at Dean. "Around 9:30."

Dean nodded and moved towards the door, but was pulled back in. "I'm head of the floor tonight." Dean watched as she swept passed him. "I'll leave a cot for you."

Sam probably would have kissed the woman at that moment if it hadn't been for his brother watching or the fact that she was old enough to be their mother. He'd would have sworn there was a hop to Dean's step as he walked down the hall towards the elevators. The woman had just made his brother's day and night. Now, the next task would be actually getting his brother to sleep instead of watching over the comatose infant all night.

Like Sam had suspected, Dean put up one hell of a fight when he began to try to persuade Dean to sleep. And for the sake of the others in the hospital he decided to just drop it and leave before he got into a shouting match with his older brother at 11:30 at night in an NICU. He felt his shoulders drop as his anger boiled over when he came back the next morning, at 9 AM sharp like he had promised, and found the cot the nurse had rolled in for Dean untouched and his brother in the same chair he had left his brother in the night before, nursing a cup of coffee with his left hand as his right slowly caressed the infant's hair. He bit down on his anger when his brother's exhausted eyes lifted to his.

"Any change?"

Dean's eyes stuck shut for just a moment as he shook his head. "The cops are coming in later to talk to me. Catherine said that they might bar me from seeing her until they do a search for suspects." Sam didn't have to ask to know that "Catherine" was the night rounds nurse who had been so kind to his brother. "They can't do that, Sammy." The look Sam received from his exhausted brother nearly broke him. "She's just a baby. They can't leave her alone like that." Even though he talked about the baby's well-being, Sam knew the possibility of being unable to see the girl would most definitely hurt his brother much more than the infant.

"It's understandable, Dean. You aren't-"

Suddenly Dean's eyes turned hard. "I'm all she's got." The sides of his eyes crinkled as his voice took on a tone of angry incredulity as he spat. "Look at where we found her. Somebody did not want anybody to find her."

Sam no longer felt like fighting a loosing battle with his one-track minded brother and just backed off. Instead, he switched the conversation to coffee and quickly disappeared from the room. When he returned from the cafeteria half an hour later he reached the room just as two uniformed policemen and a detective and he froze. Not more than 30 seconds later he seen Dean follow behind the detective and cops on his way down the hall in the opposite direction. Dean's head turned suddenly towards Sam and Sam nodded in understanding and turned into the baby's room. His job was to watch over the her since Dean wouldn't be able to.

Somewhere between dozing and wondering about he'd have to retrieve his brother's body from the lake, Dean reappeared pale and wide eyed. As soon as he entered the room Sam stood, but Dean's attention was focused solely on the baby. Sam turned his attention back to the infant and then back at Dean. "What happened?"

"I'm her legal guardian until she gets out of the hospital." Sam saw the words leave his brothers mouth but could not fully grasp what he had said, but didn't dare ask him to repeat for fear of angering the exhausted man. "Catherine put in a word for me to that suit. Apparently the suit had been one of the boys she had babysat when she was in college..." Dean blinked to clear his eyes. "I'm her legal – I mean, I used Scott, but," His face broke into a the widest grin Sam had ever seen on his brother when the means hadn't included a G-string and a Fiver. Maybe his brother was finally growing up. Or just temporarily sidetracked. For the life of Sam, he hoped it was the former. "She's mine."

Sam smiled back in spite of his rolling stomach and nodded. "Congrats."

Dean's smiled lasted a couple seconds later before his cleared his throat and nodded. "I'm hungry, Sammy," he rounded the crib and sat down hard in the chair Sam had just vacated. "Why don't ya go get you and me something to eat?"

Sam kept quiet and backed out of the room. Intent on letting his brother bask in his own little victory. It would probably be the only smile he'd see for a very long time. Waiting for the elevator, Sam decided he'd bypass the cafeteria and go straight to the motel and grab a clean change of clothes for both of them before grabbing lunch at someplace on the way back.

When Sam got back to the room an hour and a half later he stopped dead right inside the door when his eyes landed on the baby's profile. Her name was different. "Baby Doe" was now "Moira Samantha Scott".

"Diggin' the name, Sammy?" Dean's voice drew him further into the room. He set the paper bag on the nightstand and turned to his brother, who was looking back at him with a smart ass grin. "I wanted to commemorate the woman in my family."

Not feeling the need to dampen his brother's spirits, Sam smiled and said his thanks, because even though his brother was a jerk. He was a loving jerk.

"How'd you get Catherine to agree to it?"

Dean's joyful face turned steely for a split second as his eyes looked around his brother to the door. "Close the door, man."

He looked behind him before he shut the door, but Sam quickly closed the space between him and his brother, ready to receive heavy news, which was what he was going to get if Dean's reaction was anything to go by. "Her husband was one of dad's contacts when we were younger, Robbie Ere. She's Catherine Ere."

Memories of running free around a huge unfenced property behind an old farmhouse somewhere in Iowa made Sam's eyes grow. "So, she knows who we are?"

Dean nodded. "Said she knew exactly who we were as soon as she saw you and I in the room earlier on. Could see dad in both of us. Said she's going to try to get the papers to-"

"Papers?"

Dean's eyes lost the heaviness as they clear and look up at Sam. He smiled. "I'm gonna make her mine, man."

Sam had always known his brother was insane. Now he knew Dean was certifiable.

"What?"

"Listen, man." Dean started. "It's either me or the system and if dad didn't want us in it what makes ya think that she'd be able to handle it? Who knows what kind of shitface could get her. They'd just want her for the money."

"Dean, I just don't think –"

"Catherine said we could live in her basement for as long as we needed."

"How do you know we can trust her?"

"Dad did!"

Moira's heart monitor started beeping erratically suddenly and like lightning both Sam and Dean are at the head of the crib . "I'm here," Dean said as he almost broke the side of the crib off its moorings as he lowered it for better access to the baby. "Dean's here." Sam placed a hand gently on Moira's leg as Dean took her hand in his. The monitor stopped almost immediately after. Dean grinned so wide his face ached. He turned to his younger brother with tears in his eyes. "She's waking up, Sammy."

With that, Sam nodded and cast his happy brother a watery smile. Now the fun part began.