Sam POV

The day after I gave birth, I wake up beside my daughter. I was too afraid to let her sleep in her room by herself, so I put pillows all around her and let her sleep in my bed with me. I am surprised that Jessie only woke up a few times to be fed. She is a very laid back baby.

Picking her up, I smell that she needs a diaper change. "Alright Jessie, Daddy is going to get you cleaned up." After Jessie is changed and fed once again, I change her into a new onesie then place her into her carrier. Once I get to the garage, I hook up her car seat. Dean would scoff at the car seat in his baby, but for Jessie, I'd do anything. We head off to the hospital to get her looked over. I don't look like I just had a baby, but I do look like I have a beer belly. I may not have been able to go to the doctor while I was pregnant, but I can certainly take my daughter now that she is born. She seems fine, but I do not want to leave anything up to chance. By the time we arrive, it is eight-thirty in the morning.

I carry her in the building and take set her carrier on the front desk. The woman at the desk looks up at me. Before she can even ask, I explain, "My daughter needs a checkup."

"Do you have an appointment?" She asks swiveling over to her computer.

"No. It was a bit of a surprise. I did not know when I would be getting her." Further explaining, I say, "Her mother dropped her off without giving me any warning. Jessie, my daughter, was born yesterday. It was a home birth, and the mother did not take the baby to the doctor after. That is why I am here."

The woman's eyes widen in interest, but she does not comment on my situation. Handing me a clipboard, she says, "Fill this out for your daughter. The doctor will see you shortly."

I thank her before filling out the paperwork. It does not take long since her history is only a day old. Within the hour, we are called back. They weigh Jessie, eight pounds and five ounces, before ushering her and I into a room. Since they woke Jessie up to weigh her, I decided that I should hold her to give her some comfort. She seems to like it. Jessie quiets down; she had been fussy when she was woken up. I place a pacifier in her mouth, and she happily sucks on it.

Coming in looking at her chart, a woman in a white coat comes in. "I am Dr. Cassie Taylor. Your daughter is our patient today. Is that correct?"

"Yes," I answer.

"On the papers, you have her mother's name as Meredith. Do you know her last name?"

I shake my head, "No."

"And you have no medical history of the mother's family. Is that correct?"

Feeling a bit out of place, I confirm, "Yes."

Sitting down, Dr. Taylor suggests, "Why don't you set your daughter down, and you can explain the situation to me. It seems that there are extenuating circumstances."

Placing Jessie in the carrier, I sigh, "You could say that." I rub my hands over my face getting ready to explain the story I had concocted. "Do you want me to start from the beginning or just give the information that pertains to Jessie?"

After a moment of contemplation, Dr. Taylor says, "You should probably start from the beginning. Since the mother is not here, you will need to explain why if you want custody of Jessie."

Clasping my hands, I explain, "I met Jessie's mother nine months ago. I was traveling for work, and we hit it off. I did not hear from her again until two months later. She told me that she was pregnant, and it was mine. It was a one night stand, but I have always wanted children. I begged her to not abort the baby saying that I would take it when it is born. I got updates about the pregnancy, but that was the only contact we had. Late last night she showed up at my doorstep with a baby. She basically told me to take the baby because she did not want to see either of us again. The pregnancy was completely normal, and Jessie had an unsupervised home birth. Though I know she had no prenatal care. From what I can see, Jessie is healthy, but I wanted her to get checked out by a professional."

Taking a deep breath, Dr. Taylor says, "Well, that is a story. Would you be willing to take a DNA test to prove that this is indeed your daughter? We will also put her DNA in our database in case the mother ever comes to attempt to claim her. We do this because some fathers are dishonest and will take the babies without the mother's consent. In those situations, the father's rights will be revoked."

Immediately, I reply, "Of course. You can do as much DNA testing as you need to. I just want to be able to take my daughter home."

Holding up a hand, she says with a smile, "Hold on there Mr. Winchester. I want you to understand that since the mother did not revoke her rights, she would be able to gain custody of the child should she want it."

I nod. "That won't happen, but I do understand."

"We will have to get the paternity test back before you can take your daughter home. If I put a rush on it, you should be able to take Jessie home tomorrow if she is healthy."

I nod in acknowledgment. "Certainly."

"Now, let me take a look at this little girl." Dr. Taylor goes over to pick up Jessie and examine her. After a clean bill of health, she takes blood from both Jessie and I and hands that off to a nurse. "Do you want me to write up a birth certificate?" She asks.

I beam, "Yes. Her name is Jessica Amelia Winchester."

"Hold on there Dad. Let me get a piece of paper, so you can write that down." Dr. Taylor seems very nice. I am glad that they are allowing me to get Jessie's birth certificate before the paternity test comes back. I suppose she trusts that I am the father. After all, why would I bring Jessie to the doctor if I knew she was going to be taken away from me?

The next morning, I wake up after sleeping a chair all night long. I had just gotten back to sleep an hour ago having been up feeding Jessie throughout the night. I also had to do a couple of diaper changes. Dr. Taylor comes in fairly early to give me the test results.

"Congratulations Mr. Winchester. You have a beautiful baby girl." Hearing those words aloud, a smile breaks out on my face. "You can take her home after one more quick checkup." Dr. Taylor listens to Jessie's little heart and lungs. Then she checks my daughter's eyes and ears before handing her over and allowing the two of us to leave.

Over the next two weeks, I get the hang of being a new father. Every moment that I am not taking care of my daughter, I am exercising, getting back in shape after giving birth to Jessie. Dean will need me at the top of my game if I want to rescue him from Michale. Every bit of time I spend with my daughter, our bond grows stronger. She likes to be rocked in my arms as she falls asleep, and she likes to have her stuffed dog at night. Jessie continues to be a good baby. There is no excess fussing or crying. She is a very easygoing baby.

When I finally deme myself fit enough, I take a two week old Jessie over to Jody's.

When Jody comes to the door, she sees the baby in the carrier. "Hi, Jody," I say.

"Who is this?" Jody asks with a smile leaning down to get a good look at Jessie.

"She is my daughter, Jessie."

Jody suddenly stops everything she is doing. Standing up, so she can look me in the eyes, she asks, "What?"

Holding the carrier up, I state, "This is my daughter, Jessie. She is two weeks old."

Still surprised, Jody tells me, "Congratulations, Sam. I did not know you were expecting a baby."

Rubbing the back of my neck, I explain, "I kept it sort of secrete. I did not want anyone to know."

"Why'd you bring her here?" Jody asks.

I sigh. "As you know, Michal is in control of Dean, so I need to go rescue Dean. I will be asking Mom to help me, so I am left with you as the only person I trust to watch my daughter."

"What about the mother? Aren't you with her? Shouldn't she be the first person you went to watch Jessie." Jody is confused. I would be too. Normally, a mother is doting on her child. This is an unusual circumstance.

"Can I come in to explain?" Jody moves aside, and I sit down on the couch, clasping my hands, ready to explain. "Jessie's mother did not want her. Her name was Meredith. She decided to abort our child. I did not have any say in the matter. I made a crossroads deal with a demon to get my child back, but since Jessie hadn't been born, I needed to find someone else to carry the child for the remainder of the pregnancy. I ended up volunteering, so I was pregnant with Jessie up until two weeks ago."

"Sam, why didn't you call someone like your mother or me? We would have helped you." Jody pleads, "Don't keep anything like this from us again Winchester. You know you don't have to be alone."

"Does this mean you will watch her?" I ask hopefully.

"Of course, Sam." Picking up Jessie out of her carrier, Jody says, "I will gladly watch this little bundle of joy for you."

I stand up. Smiling, I rub Jessie's cheek as she coos. Placing a kiss on her head, I say, "Daddy will be back. You be good for Jody." Looking to Jody, I explain, "I am going to get her supplies from the car. After that, I am going to get Dean. Make sure you keep Jessie safe."

Holding my daughter, Jody reminds me, "You know I will take good care of her. She is in good hands."