A/N: Hi guys! Thanks again for all the comments guys they really help me and encourage me to go on. Also noticed a few more favorites and follows. Hi to you all too. :) So the time has come..is Nicky going home with Dean or are more issues going to arrive? *shrugs* Hmm...I guess we'll soon find out. :) I hope you guys enjoy...let me know what ya think.

Chapter 10

2 days later...

Mrs. Wright was sitting at her desk when a fax came through. She got up and walked over to the fax machine. It was Dean's drug test and criminal background check. As it was still coming through she returned to her desk and pulled Nicky's folder and opened up before returning to the fax machine. She pulled the papers and took a seat at her desk.

She read over the drug test results first. She nodded as she marked down in Nicky's folder that Dean's drug test came back clean. She was happy to see that. She paper clipped the drug test papers together and then picked up the criminal background check papers.

To say Dean had a record would be an understatement. Although the arrests weren't major crimes it was still concerning. As she continued to look over the papers she noticed they were all fights. This worried her and she was concerned for young Nicky what if he became a part of one of his fights in the future, and ended up seriously hurt? How would that look on her for giving the child to a dangerous person? As much as she hated to she had to deny Dean custody. He was just to big a risk. She slowly grabbed her phone and scrolled down contacts until she came across Dean's number and pressed his name.

Dean and Seth were sitting down eating lunch at the small circular hotel table. "In so fucking scared right now dude." Dean said as he closed his take out box. He had no appetite. He was waiting on Mrs. Wright's call, but at the same time scared for the moment she called.

"It'll be fine man." Seth replied. "Just relax."

Dean wished he could take his friend's advice and calm down but he couldn't, and a moment later his phone rang. He knew who it was but couldn't move a muscle in his body. He was literally scared stiff. Finally on the fifth ring he was able to move again. He picked up the phone and accepted the call.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Ambrose, this is Mrs. Wright from the orphanage. I was just wondering if you could come down? I'd like to talk with you." She told him, but he noticed the difference in her tone of voice. She sounded much more serious than usual, more professional. Whatever was the reason in her change of attitude it wasn't sitting well with Dean, and he didn't like it.

"Of course." He nodded. "What's a good time?"

"Right now would be perfect." She told him.

"Alright I'll be down in a few." He said as he abruptly ended the call.

"Something wrong?" Seth asked noticing the instant change in his friend's attitude.

Dean shrugged, "I dunno, but Mrs. Wright wants to see me now." He said walking towards the dresser.

"Well hold up and I'll go with you." Seth said as he closed his take out box and pushed it aside.

"No, I think I should go alone." He said as he grabbed the keys to the rental along with his wallet and phone.

"Dean, are you sure?" Seth asked as he watched the slightly older man walk towards the door. "I can go, just give me a second to put some real clothes on."

Dean nodded, "I'm sure." He said opening the door. "I'll call you in a little while." And before Seth could protest he was gone the door closed shut. He was still unsure how to react as he stared at the back of the hotel room door. He had a feeling though something was about to go down and he needed to make a call. He pulled his phone out and speed dialed the only person he knew who might could help.

The phone rang a few times before being picked up, "Hunter.." He began.

Dean pulled up at the orphanage and once he walked inside he noticed the main room was empty no children, no employees, no one except him and Mrs. Wright. "Good afternoon Mr. Ambrose."

"Afternoon." He nodded.

"Follow me to my office we have things to discuss." She said as she began down the hall Dean following behind. "I see you didn't bring your manager/friend whomever with you today."

"No, this sounded serious and I didn't want him getting involved." He replied as the older lady opened the door to her office.

"You're right." She said allowing him inside before her. "We do have some serious issues to discuss." She said closing the door behind her as Dean took a seat in front of her desk.

"Figured as much, and I'm pretty sure I know what it's about." He told her as she took a seat in front of him.

"Oh?" She questioned. "I'm curious Mr. Ambrose, what is it you think we're here to discuss?"

"My criminal records."

Mrs. Wright nodded, "Very good guess."

"Look, I know what it looks like." He told her. "It looks like I'm some sort of instigating street thug."

"I'd say so."

Dean shook his head, "I can swear to you I'm not. All those fights." He said pointing at the papers. "I was never the one to start the fight. I never threw the first punch."

"But you instigated the fight by saying some derogatory comments, as well as taunted them until they finally laid hands on you."

Dean nodded, "Yes, I will admit to that, but I was stupid and made stupid choices. I always thought it'd be cool to be the instigator. Trouble was what I lived for because I had nothing in my life." The lady shook her head trying understand Dean's logic. "I'm not easy to figure out." He told her. "Only a handful of people know my story and understand me."

"Mr. Ambrose, I'm sorry but you're too much of a risk." She told him sadly. "I can't hand my children to people who may cause more harm to them than good. I can't endanger the life of a three year old."

Dean shook his head, "No." He mumbled running a hand through his hair. "You can't take him away." He said as his foot started taping away on the floor. "You can't take my son away!" He finally cracked standing to his feet, his voice raised an angry. "I've made promises to him!" He said as he walked towards the door. "I promised him I'd get him out of this hell. I promised him that I'd bring him home with me." He said as he walked back to the the lady's desk.

"I'm sorry Mr. Ambrose, but it's too risky."

"No." He shook his head as he felt more anger swell up inside of him. "I've come to far to just walk away. I'm too involved with this child now. I'm not leaving until I get my son," He told her. She sighed heavily feeling her own frustrations building up. "You made that mistake the moment you allowed me to meet him. You should have done your checks before having me and my buddy fly out here."

"Fine, Mr. Ambrose if that's how it going to be then why don't we have the courts decide if you're stable enough to have a child."

"Fine by me." He told her. "I'll keep in contact until this case is settled and I walk out of that courthouse with my son in my arms." He told her as he opened the door. "See you soon, Mrs. Wright." He said as he glared briefly at her before marching out and slamming her office door shut.