Dean and Margo tried their best to give their daughter everything she needed, provide a home for her to make her feel safe and loved. Tried to give her a complete and normal family, creating a good environment for her to grow up in. Although they weren't like any other happy families and didn't live all together under the same roof they didn't want Deanna to think she couldn't have what other kids had: parents who loved her more than anything.

They wanted Deanna to have a normal daily routine, wanted her to know that both her mom and dad were there for her and she wasn't forced to choose between either of them. She saw and spent time with both parents every day, they were always together as Dean and Margo tried to maintan the illusion of a solid family which they weren't. Only at night the bubble of a perfect family burst when they parted to spend the night at different places. Dean usually left for home after dinner and Deanna stayed with Margo. Only on the weekends she spend the nights at Dean's whereas Margo went back to her own place.

Dean and Margo got along most of the time even though it was hard for them to constantly be around each other but they kept it together. And Deanna was content which was the most important thing. It was an unusual and weird arrangement between them, but it worked. It had now for several years.

Margo's worst nightmare was that she and Dean could turn into those awful bitter divorce couples who hated each other's guts. The thought made her shiver and she quickly banned it from her mind. Apart from a few more or less major arguments, everything between them had been running smoothly and she needed to stop worrying.

Deanna never asked why her parents weren't married or at least lived together, but Margo knew the time would come, she would start asking questions and would want to know what the deal with her parents was. Margo convinced herself to cross that bridge when they came to it, after all that day hadn't come yet and hopefully wouldn't for a long time.

But after she had managed to get rid of it, another nasty thought crept right behind the previous one into her head. She didn't want her daughter to know the truth. She would rather die than tell her that Dean and her had never been a couple, never even been in love.

It had only been about sex between them. Always.

And the reason why Deanna was created was that her parents had been so horny all the damn time and couldn't keep their hands off of each other. No, she didn't want her to know. And she didn't want her to know how they met, either. If necessary, she would make up something just to keep her daughter thinking her parents used to be in love at some point. It was the least she could do.

Margo blinked the tear that threatend to escape angrily away, growing irritated by herself. All those morbid thoughts were fruitless and only upsetting, so she forced herself to get a grip. She had no reason to complain. She loved her life, loved her daughter. The day she learned about the pregnancy was the best day of her life, not for one second did she doubt or regret it. She was happy about the baby. Even Dean had taken it pretty cool, but only because he had been too shocked and not able to process right away. A couple of weeks later he had a little nervous breakdown but then felt better than ever and was genuinely happy, not able to quit walking around with a huge grin.

And yes, Margo was thrilled that it was Dean's. Since it wasn't planned she was glad that it had happened with such a wonderful man like Dean. She knew he would never let her down. And there they were, getting along quite nicely after all those years even though they had their issues.

Margo smiled a little, relieved she had tricked herself and her mind was now revelling in good memories. She loved to think back to that time, one of the most amazing and incisive ones in her entire life.

She looked over at the clock on the kitchen wall and cussed quietly under her breath, wishing she hadn't. It ruined her good mood, bringing her current problem back. She didn't know whether Dean would come for dinner. She hadn't been able to tell what mood he was in when he had stopped by earlier in the afternoon to drop off Deanna before driving back to work.

Was he that mad at her? It sure didn't sound like him to miss their family dinner just because he and Margo weren't getting along again. He would never hurt Deanna like that, no matter how many times they fought, Dean never stayed away. Sometimes, in weak moments like this one, Margo feared he would never come back. She knew it, she could feel it that he loved their daughter, yet she was scared out of her mind that one day he decided that it was too much for him and he would just up and leave. And only visit every now and then. That's why she tended to pressure and make him feel bad, because she feared to lose him.

And again those nasty thoughts. Margo groaned, checking the dinner in the oven. She was so depressed because of what had happened earlier in Dean's office. It was all her fault. She should have just told him the truth. The look in his eyes had been unbearable and she would never forget. Ever since her thoughts were like a freakin' roller coaster, driving her insane. Dean hadn't called nor texted her and she was going crazy.

He never missed a dinner. He ran late a few times when he had alot of work to do, but he had always informed her in that case. He had never stayed away deliberately. Margo closed her eyes, letting out a sigh."Please, Dean. Don't avoid us, just because you're not too fond of me right now."

When she heard the key in the lock, her eyes snapped open, widening in surprise and she stormed out the kitchen and practically ran to the front door. When it opened and Dean walked in, she was so thankful and happy to see him so that she cupped his face and crashed her mouth to his, not hesitating for a second. She kissed him deeply, trying to tell him how sorry she was with just this one simple kiss, filled with every emotion she felt at that moment.

Dean was so surprised that he dropped his briefcase and almost stumbled, but after the shock had subsided he kissed her back, wrapping his arms tightly around her and holding her close. He felt instinctively what it was all about and he accepted her apology, relieved she wasn't saying it out loud and chose instead to show him how sorry she was about the scene in his office. He felt the slight bit of anger in the pit of his stomach disappear instantly, a pleasant calm took over and he deepened the kiss, drinking up the sighs that escaped her lips and savoring the peaceful moment.

"Hi." She said breathlessly when they parted, looking up at him with a smile. She saw the amused look in his eyes and hoped it was a good sign, prayed he had forgiven her. Dean chuckled, a grin appearing on his face."Hi, sweetheart. Miss me?"

She opened her mouth to answer, but Deanna stormed down the stairs in that moment with a huge smile on her face, shining as bright as the sun. "Daddy's home, daddy's home!" She exclaimed, making Dean laugh and he knelt down to catch her as she flew into his arms.

Dean closed his eyes, kissing her head as she hugged him."I missed you so much, my sweet apple pie."

"I missed you too, daddy." She said, looking at him with such joy in her eyes. The scene displaying in front of her was too much for Margo and she had to turn away, desperately fighting her emotions. What the hell was going on with her again?

Dean noticed her reaction, but shut up about it and never brought it up. It had been a stressful day and he figured she must have been just as exhausted as him.

"Are you hungry?" He asked Deanna, ruffling her hair and smiled when she giggled."I'm starving."

"Well, dinner's almost ready. Can you wait another ten minutes?" Margo asked, glancing at him before focusing on her daughter."Sweetie, your toys are still scattered all over the living room."

"I know I promised to put them away." She sighed, looking down at her feet. Seeing her so sad, Margo wanted to give in, but forced herself to stay strong and not letting her cuteness affect her. "You still have time to do that." She added softly, not wanting to sound so harsh and Deanna's face lit up and she took off, running into the living room.

Dean shook his head, an affectionate smile playing on his lips.

"There's nothing she could do to make me mad." Margo said lovingly and Dean nodded."I know. Her charm is irresistible."

"Uh-huh. I wonder where she got that from." Margo said teasingly, watching that devilish smirk she loved so much appear on his face as he shrugged innocently. He started to take off his jacket and Margo couldn't find the strength to avert her eyes, staring at his torso and the hard muscles rippling underneath the white shirt at the movement.

"I've to get out of this monkey suit first." He said, heading to Margo's bedroom."Uh...yeah, sure. Go ahead, I'll go set the table." Margo stammered, completely flushed.

Dean walked into her room with a satisfied smile, turning on the lights. Maybe it was weird that he had a lot of his stuff at her place but it was necessary since they were constantly together. Nothing about their undefined relationship was up to standards anway. So how come he was comfortable and felt at home in her house even though they weren't a couple?

Dean quickly changed into a t-shirt and comfortable jeans, letting out a content sigh and stretching his sore muscles. He made a mental note to go running some time in the near future otherwise his job would kill him as he was sitting behind his desk most of the time.

He tossed his suit into the closet, hoping Margo wouldn't find it there too soon and went to leave, but stopped when something caught his eye. On the edge of the bed was laying a very familiar piece of clothing; Dean walked over and picked it up. His smile widened even more when he saw it was his old Led Zeppelin t-shirt that he had lost a while ago. He had been wondering where it had disappeared to and apparently Margo had kept it the entire time. Was she still wearing it?

She used to wear it all the time for him; he still remembered the way she had looked with only that t-shirt on, her perfect bare long legs, her dishevelled hair and lust-filled gaze after their hot love-making. He felt all hot at the created image from the past and took a deep breath, forcing himself back to reality. He could smell the faint scent of her perfume on the material; he pictured Margo sleeping in that t-shirt and it made him smile like a lovestruck schoolboy. He hadn't seen her wearing it in a long time, but if he played his cards right, he could get her to put it on for him again. He placed the t-shirt back on the bed and switched off the lights before heading to the kitchen.

Margo looked up at him with a smile when he walked in and he smiled back at her. "I put all my stuff away, mommy. Believe me!" Deanna announced, running back into the kitchen all excited.

"I believe you, baby." Margo replied amused and turned around to take dinner out of the oven."Did you wash your hands?"

Dean and Deanna exchanged nervous looks behind her back, hoping she wouldn't make them do it. Margo turned to face them when she didn't get a reply, seeing the guilty expression on both their faces.

"Do we really have to? We're hungry." Dean argued weakly and Margo had to bite her bottom lip to keep up her stern appearance and not to burst out laughing."Yes, you do. Now go wash your hands."

Father and daughter exchanged another glance before they both rolled their eyes and groaned in annoyance as they toddled off. Minutes later they stormed back into the kitchen, taking their seats at the table. "Hands are all cleaned up. Right, Deanna?" Dean stated and she nodded, holding her hands up to show her mother how clean they were.

Dean looked at Margo with a mischievious spark in his eyes and a dirty smile. "See? Wanna inspect our palms, mommy?" He teased and Margo simply raised an eyebrow, but couldn't help but smile."No, it's okay. Dig in, my sweets." She said, taking her seat.


"Seriously? Lion King? Again?" Dean groaned annoyed as he put on the film, making his daughter laugh."You know every song by heart. It's getting boring."

"It never gets boring, daddy." Deanna countered, smiling her dazzling smile as he sat next to her on the couch."And you have to sing along with me."

"Really? Kill me now." Dean grimaced and she giggled, knowing her dad was just joking. She knew he loved it to sing all the songs with her. Hearing his little girl giggle made Dean's heart almost break with love and he put an arm around her shoulders, smiling when she cuddled into his side.

"Mommy!" She called and Margo rushed into the living room, sitting down next to her. "Sorry, baby. Okay, I'm here now, start the movie."

For the next eighty minutes Dean and Margo watched with their daughter her favorite movie, like one complete and normal family.

After the film Dean put his daughter to sleep, having read her favorite bedtime story almost five times. Exhausted, he walked down the stairs, rubbing his eyes and groaning inwardly as he thought of the paperwork he still had to finish that night. He leaned in the door frame of the kitchen, watching Margo quietly for a while as she cleaned up. Margo noticed his presence and wondered what was on his mind, but didn't dare to speak up and ask him. So she didn't turn around, pretending to be oblivious of him standing there.

Dean hated how things were between them at the moment and asked himself for the umpteenth time what he could do about it. God, he didn't want her to go on a date with some guy, his stomach turned at the thought. But he knew he couldn't stop her, she wouldn't listen to him no matter what he said or how many times he begged. And he wasn't willing to beg. He was certain she was only doing it to forget about the night they had recently spent together. If they hadn't had sex, none of this would have happened. And still, Dean didn't want to change the past, since there was no way he could have resisted her that night.

As he was standing there, the need to be close to her, to feel her small body against his again awoke. He had to touch her one more time before he headed home. He fought with himself for a second, before making his decision. He quietly walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind, burying his head in the crook of her neck and breathing in deeply. He feared she would push him away, instead she laid her hands on his arms and quickly kissed his head. He was surprised by her reaction but didn't question it.

They stood still for a few minutes, listening to their breathing mingle with the silence. Margo closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of his strong body.

"It's late, I have to go." He suddenly whispered in her ear, breaking the pleasant silence between them and letting go of her. Margo turned around, trying to hide her disappointment. "Let me walk you to the door."

Once again, they stood in the hallway and didn't know what to say to ease the awkward tension between them. Dean put on his jacket and picked up his briefcase, turning to her with a sigh. He really didn't want to talk about it but he had to bring it up."When do you need me to be here tomorrow?"

Margo was too lost in thought, not realizing what he meant.

"You wanted me to look after our daughter." He reminded her, growing a little irritated again, but managed to hide his agitation.

"Oh...yeah, sorry." Margo stuttered."Around six would be fine, if you can make it." Dean nodded and just like that he was out the door, leaving her in the dark hallway.


A/N:Thanks for reading, hope everyone's still liking the story!