Dean placed all the traps they found on the desk in front of Sika and his dad.

"Was this all of them?", Sika asked Dean.

Dean nodded.

"We specifically told him not to set those damn traps up. What if Dean hadn't seen the first one and our men went out looking and stepped in it? My kid is out there", Hunter said.

Dean smiled at his dad.

"I know Hunter. I say we pay these Wyatts a visit and return their property", Sika said.

Hunter nodded. After Dean clocked out, he went to Roman's house. Quinn was pulling little strings out of the sticks that were beside her.

"What are you doing? Did you go outside?", Dean asked worried.

He sat beside her and noticed there were more sticks in her bag and sighed.

"You didn't go outside", Dean said as he walked into the kitchen.

He noticed she was still watching Bevis and Butthead. He set his lunch bag down and pulled out his food to heat in Roman's microwave. He didn't get a chance to eat his lunch. He pulled out two juice boxes and handed her one. She turned it over and shook it. He chuckled.

"Its Apple juice in a box", he said.

He took it back and poked the straw into the hole.

"You have to suck it up", Dean said slowly.

She didn't understand him, but watched as he did the same to his small box. She copied his movements.


After work, Roman went to the store to buy things he'll need, or more what Quinn would need. He couldn't exactly walk out of here with women's shampoo and clothes. Roman thought it over, she didn't look bad in his clothes.

He grabbed two bottles of baby shampoo and baby lotion. No one would question him on that, because he usually bought his patients baby things after they've had their baby.

"Hey big brother", he turned to see his sister Nia.

"Hey", he returned.

"What are you doing?", she asked, hugging him.

"Care package for Lillian", he said, showing her the shampoo.

She nodded.

"How is she? I was planning on going to visit her with mom. If you want I can take the care package over to her", she said.

He nodded.

"She's good. Baby boy was seven pounds", Roman said.

"Wow. Now what's this for you? Your eightieth baby that you've delivered?", she asked.

Roman nodded.

"And none of them are yours", she said playfully.

He chuckled.

"You sound like mom", he said.

"You're getting old brother, clocks ticking", she said, patting his shoulder.

"I love my job, with each new life I bring in, I'm happy", he said smiling.

She smiled.

"I know, but you've got that big house and wouldn't it be nice to fill it with little feet", she said.

"It would, I just haven't found the right woman to come home to yet", he said.

"Lana's been rounding the house again. Mom welcomes her in because it's too impolite to kick her out", Nia said, rolling her eyes.

"I'll talk to her about staying away", Roman said.

Nia nodded.

"I'll let you finish up. See you at family dinner Sunday", Nia called back.


Roman arrived home to see that Seth was also here with Dean. They were both watching Quinn stick something together.

"What is she doing?", Roman asked.

"Making a doll I think. She pulled off small string like pieces of wood and started sewing them together, without a needle I might add.", Dean said.

She stopped what she was doing to wave at Roman. He smiled.

"Hi Quinn", he said.

She watched him walk into the kitchen. Dean and Seth noticed the look in her eyes as she watched him. She went back to sewing the doll when she couldn't see him anymore.

"I think she has a crush on Roman", Dean whispered to Seth.

Both men stood and went to find their friend. He was pulling things out of the bags.

"Baby stuff? Is there something you want to tell us?", Dean joked.

"Very funny, this is for Lillian and her new baby. This though, is for Quinn", he said, pointing to the shampoo.

"That reminds me, I brought over some of my sister's old clothes. Should fit her", Seth said.

"Thanks", Roman said.

"I also brought books over so you could read to her", he said.

Roman nodded.

"Well, I'm off", Dean said.

"Where?", Roman asked.

"Investigating", Dean said, taking his phone out and taking a picture of Quinn.

"What's that for?", Roman asked.

"Relax, I told my dad I was going to the next town, but I'm not. I'm going to find her family and let them know she's ok.", Dean said.

Roman nodded.

"You should ask for Brie", Roman said.

Dean thought about it.

"How do you know she's still alive?", Dean asked.

"I don't. Just thought you could give it a shot", Roman shrugged.

"Mother", Quinn said, looking between the men.

Seth crossed his arms over his chest.

"I think she might know who you guys are talking about.", Seth said.

Quinn placed down the half made doll and moved closer to the men.

"Mother", she repeated excitedly.

It was no use, they didn't understand. She tried to remember the word in their language, but couldn't seem to find it in her head. Seth bent down a bit.

"You know Brie?", Seth asked.

He has never met the woman, but Dean and Roman had told him about her. Telling their friends that they weren't as evil as they were made out to be.

She nodded.

"She's my mother", she said.

Dean looked at Roman.

"I'm going to find her", he said, grabbing his jacket.

"Be careful Dean. It's going to get dark soon", Seth said.

Dean nodded before walking out. Quinn looked at Roman and Seth.

"I say we start teaching her a few of our words. We really need to communicate with her now", Seth said.

Roman nodded.


Dean waved as the guys let him out of the gate. He drove a few minutes out and parked his car between some trees. He got out and grabbed his flashlight. Walking deeper and deeper into the woods. He couldn't even see his car anymore.

"Good idea Dean, why not go out alone in the fucking dark", he mumbled to himself.

If it wasn't for the flashlight, he wouldn't be able to see where he was going.

"I should have brought Seth or Roman, yeah Roman's bigger", Dean said to himself.

He tripped over something and dropped his flashlight. It rolled a bit away from him.

"Son of a bitch", he growled.

He was about to get up, when his flashlight was put in front of his face. He looked up more and noticed the girl from before.

"Quinn", she said.

He smiled. She was really pretty, looked to be a little older than Quinn, but not by much. He nodded.

"Do you know Brie?", he asked.

She perked up.

"Brie", she repeated.

He nodded. He could tell she was thinking really hard about something. She met his eyes, they were really pretty when the light from the stick he was holding flashed on them. She helped him up and took his hand in hers. He swallowed and followed. Stopping after awhile, she placed her hand on his chest.

"Don't move and don't follow me", she said.

Dean raised a brow. She smiled and left him there. He assumed she told him to stay put, so he did. A few minutes later, he heard voices. Two women. He poked his head around the tree.

"Sky, what on earth are you talking about?", Brie asked.

"Trust me", Sky said.

Brie looked up and spotted Dean. She backed up a bit, but Sky stopped her.

"He's harmless and he knows where Quinn is", Sky said.

Dean came around the tree. Shocked to see that she was still very much alive.

"Dean", he pointed to himself.

He hoped she remembered him. She seemed to be thinking about it, then she remembered. A smile forming on her face.

"Dean", she repeated.

She went over to him and hugged him. Dean smiled.

"Its nice to see you too", he said.

She placed her hands on his cheeks and smiled at him. He was older now and very handsome.

"You know him aunt Brie?", Sky asked.

Brie looked at Sky and nodded.

"Remember that story about the little boys? This is one of them", Brie said.

Sky smiled. Dean smiled back.

"Sky", Brie said, pointing at Sky.

Dean nodded. He pulled his phone out and found the picture of Quinn. He showed her and Brie gasped. Tears welling up in her eyes.

"Safe", Dean said.

Brie met his eyes and smiled.

"Baby", Brie said, pointing to her stomach.

Dean's jaw dropped open slightly. Catching on.

"This is your baby, the one from when we met you", he said, more to himself.

Brie pointed to herself.

"Baby", she repeated.

Dean nodded.

"She's safe", he repeated.

"Roman?", she asked.

He smiled.

"Safe", he repeated.