"So, I think that went surprisingly well." Sam noted as the brothers entered their motel room.

Dean shrugged, tossing his jacket onto his bed. "I guess. At least better than I expected."

"Lily seems like a good kid. Logan too. I mean, for a single mom, Laney didn't do all that bad." The younger brother continued, plopping down on the bed farthest from the door.

"Yeah, I guess." Dean repeated, running a hand over his face. "But man, did you see all that beer she had? And all the empty cans? And that neighborhood they're living in? It seems pretty seedy. What if something happens when Laney's not there? She works two jobs, and the kids are there alone and-"

"Whoa, Dean. Look, I get that you're worried...I mean, Lily is your daughter. But they've managed to survive for as long as they have."

"Yeah, but now that I know Lily even exists...I don't want them living in that crap-tastic neighborhood."

Sam nodded in agreement before standing up. "Me either. Hey, maybe we can see if Laney's willing to move? I mean, we've got some money to help her financially."

"And, since I master in the fine art of hustling, I can snag a couple thousand dollars." Dean offered with a smirk.

"Call her later and see if she's up to it then. I'm gonna hop in the shower." Sam said as he made his way into the bathroom, leaving Dean alone in his thoughts.

And then it really hit him for the first time.

He was a father.

He had a daughter.

A part of him couldn't help but feel guilty for not being in Lily's life sooner, even if he never knew about her. He had always sworn to himself that if...and that was a big if...he had ever had kids, he would have been the best dad he could be. He'd always be there for his kids and make sure that they got the childhood he never got. Dean would have made sure that his kids didn't grow up in the life he did...that they would live long, happy, normal lives.

But he never thought he'd actually get the chance to do all of these things.

Where did this leave him now? He couldn't just up and skip town like he and Sam usually did. But they had a job to do. That yellow eyed son of a bitch was still breathing, and their Dad still hadn't contacted them.

Dean hadn't realized how long he had been sitting on the bed, before he heard the shower shut off. His thoughts were interrupted by a soft whining coming from outside.

"What the-" Dean muttered, walking slowly towards the door, pulling his gun out of his waistband.

Sam came sauntering out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following behind him as he dried his hair off in a towel. He stopped short and cocked his head at his brother. "What are you-"

"I thought I heard something..." Dean responded, furrowing his eyebrows. "Maybe it was just my-" Another whining growl sounded outside, and the brothers shot each other a look.

Sam tossed his towel down and headed to the table in the kitchen, his hand hovering over a shotgun as Dean continued towards the door. Dean glanced at Sam over his shoulder before yanking the door open, his gun at the ready. His eyes traveled downward until they landed on a familiar puppy dog face.

"Demon?"

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Lily groaned as she threw herself onto her bed, huffing a breath.

"Stupid Dean...stupid Mom..." She muttered, before sitting up, cross-legged. She furiously pulled at the strings on her bed, her bottom lip slightly jutted out.

Yeah, Dean seemed like a nice guy, but she didn't need him. She had done just fine taking care of Logan and herself on her own. Sure, her Mom brought home money and food, but she usually passed out not soon after. And Lily wasn't stupid...she could smell the liquor on her Mom's breath. But Lily had gotten used to being the responsible one. She was very mature for her age, and for good reasons. Just because her real Dad suddenly shows up, doesn't mean she was going to change the way she had lived her entire life.

Lily sighed as she made her way back into the living room, slightly smiling when she heard the bath turn on. "Hey, Logan! You good in there or do you need help?" She shouted.

"M' fine!" Logan called back.

Lily plopped down on the floor of the living room and began picking up the scattered colored pencils her brother had left everywhere as she began to think. Maybe, just maybe, a small part of her had liked Dean. He seemed like he really wanted to get to know her, and she always had wanted a Dad...Maybe she should have given him more of a chance...

Lily finished cleaning up Logan's toys before grabbing her jacket. Laney had told her where Dean and Sam were staying...Maybe she could stop by real quick and apologize...It was only a five minute walk...

"Logan, I'm running out! I'm locking the door, don't leave, okay?" She called, hearing Logan shout back an 'okay'. Lily slipped out of the house, locking it behind her, and began to jog in the direction of the motel.

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"The hell is that?" Sam asked, peeking from behind Dean at the dog.

"It's Lily's dog."

"Well, what the hell is it doing here?" Sam demanded.

Dean shrugged and glanced down at the dog. "I don't know, maybe-"

Before Dean could finish his sentence, the dog began to viciously snarl and show its teeth. The brothers instantly backed up as Demon stalked towards them. "Uhm..Dean..." Sam cautioned warily.

The dog snapped a bark and it looked like it was glaring at the brothers. "What's with Cujo, here?" Dean hissed. Demon suddenly charged Dean and Sam, both brothers diving in opposite directions. Before Dean could get away, the dog bit at Dean, clamping onto his arm, taring at the material of his shirt, swearing loudly Dean yanked his arm away before the dog reached his arm.

"Dean!" Sam screamed, fumbling for the gun on the table. Demon snapped his head in Sam's direction, and growled, charging Sam.

"Sammy, no!" Dean roared as he watched Demon hurled itself at Sam' neck.

A loud gunshot sounded throughout the room as a thud hit the ground.

Smoke fumed out of the barrel of Dean's gun, aimed at the now dead dog. Sam's breathing was heavy as he shakily stood up.

"What the hell?" Sam whispered, as Dean stared in horror at what he had just done.

"Shit man, what about-"

Suddenly, the dog began to quiver before it transformed into a man, right before their very eyes, a bullet hole in its back.

"What the hell?" Dean and Sam whispered simultaneously as they shared a look.

What they didn't see, was a small, shocked, eleven year old girl in the doorway as she watched her newly found Dad shoot her dog before said dog transformed into a man.