Author's Note:I hope you all had great holidays! Alright, so I know that season 6 supposedly takes place in 2010-2011 but there's a one year gap between season 5 and 6 so I'm honoring that gap. This takes place 2011-2012. Also, I'm taking creative license and saying that Two and a Half Men is about a couple of days right after Exile on Main Street. Thanks!

P.S. Sam and Dean's scene has some of the actual dialogue from the episode – Disclaimer!

Dean threw a couple more things into his duffel bag as I lay on the bed reading a magazine. I lay on my stomach, as I flipped through the pages. I loved reading good, super girly magazines, like Cosmopolitan or Marie Claire, when I was bored. I was about halfway through the magazine. Dean seemed nervous and I figured if I calmly read my magazine, it would not contribute to his nerves.

"Babe, what're you looking for?" I asked, as I could hear Dean pacing around the room.

"My favorite knife. It's the one with-," Dean started.

"Top right drawer," I said automatically, immediately knowing which knife he was talking about. Dean opened the drawer and I heard him whistle.

"Knife if the underwear drawer?" Dean asked. I looked up from my magazine and saw him smirking.

I shrugged, simply, "Just in case, you know?"

"That's totally hot," Dean sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

"Anything else you need?" I asked.

"I don't think so. Man, you're seem very okay with this. You're almost a little too happy the hunt. Why is that?" Dean asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Look, Dean I get it. I, myself, would be very psyched to go kick some demon ass after a year's retirement! I get bored sometimes," I replied, simply. Dean smirked. "And I know it'd kill you for me to ask you to stay. You need to be out there with your brother. I can tell you've really missed him. Both Jude and I understand so there's really nothing holding you back. You know very well I can hold my own back here, even if something does attack – which it won't! I mean, if you really don't want to go-."

"Hey, I never said anything about that," Dean interrupted.

I giggled, "I know, babe."

"God, why is my wife so cool?" Dean asked, pulling me into him.

I shrugged simply, "I don't know. Can I ask you about something? I know you have a lot on your plate but I've been thinking about it a lot lately."

"Yeah, shoot," Dean said, stopping his packing.

"So uh… when are we going to tell everyone about Sam and… the baby?" I asked, biting my lip. "Look, I don't want to push or anything but I hate to do that everyone, especially Sawyer. You know how they've always been. Telling our friends about the baby is the last of my worries but… Sam… that's kind of big thing to keep hidden."

Dean sighed, "I know. We've just been caught up in a lot and it just hasn't felt like the right time."

"Yeah," I sighed as well.

"How about when I get back?" Dean asked.

"ReallY? I mean, are you sure it's not too much?" I asked back.

"I'm sure," Dean replied. "Hey, I know it kind of sucks this whole 'me going away' thing. I'll try not to make a habit of it. I promise."

"I know you don't want to but it's okay, Dean! Besides, it makes coming home kind of sexy," I smirked.

"This is true," Dean smirked. "Look, I just worry about you guys. Before this and us… I didn't have to worry about anything when going away but now I have a gorgeous wife and an amazing son to lose."

"You're not gonna," I reassured.

Dean smiled, "Damn, why do you always look so sexy right before I'm about to go?"

I giggled, "Oh I don't know. Just a little reminder of what you have to come home to." I then pulled Dean in for a slow, romantic, teasing kiss.

"Mm, I can't wait to get back," Dean smirked.

"Good. Now go save the world, Dean Winchester and call me if you need anything," I said.

"I will," Dean said back. Dean zipped up his duffel bag and the picked it up off the bed. I got off the bed and put my magazine down, following Dean out of our room and into the hallway. He set his duffel bag down right by the door and then stood up straight to face me. This was goodbye for now. God, it was so weird to be back here again.

"Daddy!" I heard Jude yell as he ran down the hallway as fast as his small, but quickly growing, legs could take him. Dean bent down a little to catch Jude and Jude jumped into his father's arms, wrapping his arms immediately around Dean's neck and burying his face into his father's jacket.

"Hey, little man. I've got to go, okay?" Dean asked.

"Coming back?" Jude asked, looking up at his dad in admiration and wonder. I smiled at the sight of the two.

"Of course, buddy. Of course I'm coming back. You just have to take care of your Mommy while I'm gone though. Make sure she's not too sad and that your future brother or sister is going alright too, okay? You're the man of the house while I'm gone, you hear me?" Dean requested.

Jude nodded, smiling, "Yeah! Imma have a brother!"

"Sweetie, it doesn't really work that way," I chuckled.

Jude shook his head, "Nope. Brother."

"Be good for your Mommy, you promise me?" Dean asked.

"Yes, Daddy," Jude replied.

"Alright, kiddo, I really do I have to go now," Dean said, reluctantly attempting to part from his son. I crossed my arms over my chest, taking a deep breath in.

"I don't want Daddy to go," Jude pouted.

"I know, but I'll be back in no time. You're going to Bobby's tonight right?" Dean asked. Jude nodded. "See? You're going to have so much fun at Grandpa Bobby's that you're going to forget that I'm even gone."

"You have to go?" Jude asked.

"Yeah, I do. I'm sorry, buddy," Dean replied.

"It's okay," Jude replied, a little bit sad.

"I love you, kiddo," Dean said, kissing him on the top of the head.

"I love you too," Jude replied. He hugged his dad once more before Dean put him down. Now it was my turn.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi," Dean said back.

"Be careful out there, alright? And call, please," I started.

"Yeah, Daddy. Call!" Jude exclaimed, his eyes lighting up.

"I will," Dean chuckled.

"I'll miss you," I said.

"You too. Can you believe we're back here?" Dean asked.

I shook my head, "Nope, but we are. You should go though. You've got to go meet Sam and you kinda said you'd leave like an hour ago."

"Wow, trying to get rid of me already?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, the mailman will be here in a couple of minutes," I teased.

Dean laughed, "Hey, tell that mailman that you're mine, Meredith Winchester." I giggled and then pulled him into a passionate goodbye kiss. Dean reluctantly pulled away, knowing that he really did need to go. "I love you, you know that?"

"Good to know since I love you back," I replied. He smiled and then kissed me one more time before getting his duffel bag and standing up. Jude and I followed Dean out and watched as he got in the impala while Jude and I stood on the porch together. I picked up Jude in my arms and held him. The car engine started up and Dean was off.

"Mama, Daddy coming back?" Jude asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, he's gonna come back, buddy. But look, don't be sad, okay? How about you and I go over to Grandpa Bobby's?"

"Okay," Jude accepted.

~3rd Person POV~

Dean hummed "Smoke on the Water" to Bobby John, the baby they were protecting on the case, as he patted him on the back. This usually worked for Jude when Meredith was in desperate need of sleep and Jude wouldn't stop crying. Sam laughed as he flipped through their case file.

"Dean, you're just going to make him cranky again," Sam said.

"Shhh, I'm trying here," Dean said to Sam. He returned his attention to Bobby John. "Alright, if I put you down are you going to be a man about it?" Dean cautiously put Bobby John down in the crib and was relieved to find that Bobby John didn't start crying again. The baby just closed his eyes, falling asleep. Sam shot Dean an amused look.

"Huh," Sam sounded.

"What?" Dean asked back.

"You're just uh… not awful at that," Sam replied.

"Dude, I'm barely keepin' that thing alive," Dean said in defiance.

"No, no, no! You've got that whole… Dr. Huxtible thing going on. Total father material," Sam observed.

"Well, I kind of have to be if you haven't noticed… I've got my own kid now, Sammy. It's, you know, sink or swim," Dean said, going over to the kitchen area in their motel room and pouring himself some liquor.

"How is it, with Jude?" Sam asked.

"The kid's great. He's funny and charming… he's like me!" Dean said, half jokingly at the end.

"Wow, I hope he inherited your modesty quality too," Sam replied sarcastically.

Dean took a drink, "Funny, Sammy. Mer and I couldn't ask for anything else though. It's weird and a lot of work and it makes you worry a lot but uh, it's all worth it. You know, I think about the way we were raised and, I just feel like I'm getting a chance to something different."

"You sure about that?" Sam asked.

"What?" Dean asked, defensively.

"Look, you're clearly a great father to him," Sam started.

"But?"

"But what happens when something follows you home? Jude already knows about demons. I mean, his first sentence was 'demons bad'!" Sam finished.

"Look, Meredith and I had a talk about this. We're not going to shove him into this life. If he wants to when he grows up, okay maybe, but we both agreed that it'd be safe and better in the long run if he grew up knowing about what's out there," Dean replied.

Sam shrugged, "Yeah, I guess that makes sense."

There was a silence between them and Dean drank some more of his alcohol.

"She's pregnant again…. Meredith is," Dean finally said, breaking the silence. Sam looked up from his files.

"Oh… wow, uh, congratulations," Sam said, taken off guard.

"Look, you and I both know that Meredith can kick some serious demon ass," Dean said.

"Yeah, I know, Dean," Sam replied. Dean sighed. He was just coming with a justification. Was he wrong to have a family? No! Then why did he feel so guilty…

Dean nodded slowly, "Do you think this is a bad idea? Trying to start a family in the midst of… all of this?"

Sam sighed, "I don't know, Dean." The words were eating away at Dean. Was this a mistake? But they were too far gone. They were having a family. Dean loved his family. He loved his wife and his son, but he felt so torn.

The two brothers returned to a silence until it was Sam this time that broke it, "I can't believe I missed this. There's a house on Elm street. The mother was killed, the baby was taken, and Daddy wasn't living in the house at the time so he's still alive. Why don't you say we go and have a little chat?"

"I say let's," Dean said, sitting up. He didn't want to think about this anymore.

~End 3rd Person POV~

"You want a beer?" Bobby asked me.

"Uh, no thanks," I replied. Bobby gave me a strange look before putting the beer he had already taken out, back in the fridge. I normally would've said yes, so maybe that was why he seemed a little weirded out.

"I put Jude in the living room and he's watching TV. Thought maybe you and I could have a talk," Bobby said.

"What kind of talk?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows out of a little bit of confusion.

"Oh it's nothing. Just thought we could talk about how you're doing with all of this. Dean's back into hunting. Sam's back. It's a huge adjustment," Bobby started.

I shrugged, "I mean, yeah it is. But I get why he has to go and I want him to. I know he wants to…"

"His brother means a lot to him, Meredith," Bobby said.

"I know, Bobby. It's okay. I'm okay with it. I promise," I reassured. "Hey, do you have any more of those potatoes? I feel like I could eat the whole batch myself!"

"Yeah, I do," Bobby said, getting up from the table and going over to the refrigerator. He got out the plastic container and got a bowl out of the cabinet.

"Oh, it's okay, I've got it," I said, getting up. "I'm sure, Bobby." I spooned the mashed potatoes into the bowl and then reheated them in the microwave. Once they were done, I took them back to the table and sat down. "Oh my God, I'm starving!"

"Mer, how can you be starving? We ate a little over an hour ago," Bobby asked.

I shrugged, "Growth spurt or something." Bobby shot me a suspicious look. "Kidding… because, you know, I've reached way past that age… Hah." God, I was not going to be able to keep this a secret. Oh no…

"You're not drinking; you're eating twice as much as you usually do, and Dean's said that you've been getting sick lately. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were pregnant," Bobby finally said. I took a bite of my potatoes and then swallowed. I took a sip of the water in my glass and then looked up at him. He immediately knew the minute he looked into my eyes.

"Guilty," I said, meekly.

"How long have you known?" Bobby asked.

"I'm eight weeks along. I know, I know, I should've told you but things have gotten so crazy lately and we weren't exactly telling anyone. Dean wanted to find a right time and we were going to tell everyone after he got back but uh… surprise?" I rambled.

"Oh, Mer, that's great," Bobby smiled.

"You think? You don't think this is a totally bad time and that we're making a mistake?" I asked, nervously.

"No… well, I mean… the timing could've been better but if you're eight weeks along you weren't exactly thinking that Sam would come back from the dead when you two were uh… getting pregnant," Bobby said, awkwardly. I blushed, feeling awkward. "But my point is, there's never really going to be a right time for it."

"Oh, thank you for being okay with this, Bobby. You don't know what a relief it is to hear you say that," I sighed.

"That's my job, kiddo. No, I really do think it's great. That boy needs some good news and stability in his life, especially now that things have gotten hectic," Bobby assured.

"I'm worried about him, Bobby. He seems so worried about everything and I just want to tell him that it's all going to be alright. But we don't know that, you know?" I asked.

"Dean is always going to worry way too much," Bobby replied.

"I know," I groaned.

"Sometimes, I just feel like he's carrying the weight of the world on his back and I have no idea what to do for him. I don't even know if there's anything I can do for him," I admitted.

Bobby nodded, "You already do it. You give him a family and a home to come to – something he didn't have before. I think he goes home to you and he feels better. Now, I'm not saying he stops worrying because he never stops worrying, but the two of you make him happy. Hell, he's been happier than I've ever seen him as just a hunter."

"Thanks, Bobby. Ahhh, how do you know everything that I need to hear?"I asked.

"It's a gift. Plus, I raised you, Dean, Sam, and Sawyer so after a while you get a hang of the whole surrogate dad thing," Bobby chuckled.

I smiled, "You know we're all really grateful for you. That's why Jude's middle name is Robert."

"Oh, you're going to get all mushy on me now, aren't you?" Bobby groaned.

"I already did," I replied, laughing a little.

Just then, Jude ran into the room and came over to me, pulling on my hands.

"Mama! Come watch TV with me," he pleaded.

I smiled, "Alright, baby. Go ahead in and I'll meet you in the living room, okay? I hope you were just watching The Wiggles and that you weren't doing any browsing in Bobby's books."

Jude smiled a guilty mischievous smile before running back into the living room.

"Thanks, Bobby," I said.

"It's no problem. I'm going to finish cleaning up in here and then I'll come join you two," Bobby said.

"Are you sure you don't want any help. I could tell Jude that-," I started.

"No, go be with your son," Bobby encouraged.

"Okay," I said, before going into the living room. "Jude Robert Winchester, you better not be reading any demon books, you got that?"

"Uh oh," Jude said, hiding one of Bobby's book under a couch pillow.

"Oh, what's that?" I asked, finding it immediately.

"I like look at pictures," Jude shrugged innocently.

"Jude, I told you not to and since you broke my no demon book rule, do you know what that means?" I asked.

"Oh no!" Jude exclaimed.

"Tickle monster!" I shouted, before tickling Jude. Jude squirmed on the couch laughing.

"No more tickle monster!" Jude laughed.

"Alright, alright, but no more monster books okay?" I asked.

"Okay," Jude sighed.

"What're we watching now?" I asked.

Jude shrugged, "Let's see, Mama." Jude touched the buttons to the remote with his little fingers, hitting each button with his index finger. He was so tiny. I couldn't believe that one day he'd be a full grown man – most likely a hunter.

That night, Jude and I got home after dinner at Bobby's and Jude was getting sleepy.

"Baby, you should go to bed, okay?" I asked.

"Not sleepy!" Jude protested.

"Are you sure? You seem kind of tired to me," I replied.

"Wait up for Daddy," Jude said.

I nodded, "Okay." And right on cue, my cell phone rang. "This is him now." I hit the talk button and answered the call.

"Hi," I said.

"Hey, Mer," Dean said back.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Good. We're about to go to sleep but I figured I'd call and check up on you guys," Dean said. "How was dinner?"

"Great. Uh… Bobby kind of figured out the whole pregnant thing so he knows," I said.

"Oh, okay," Dean replied.

"How's the hunt?" I asked.

"It's good. But get this, Mer. I never would've thought I'd see the day but uh… shapeshifter baby," Dean replied.

"You're hunting a shapeshifter baby?" I exclaimed.

"No! We're looking after a shapeshifter baby," Dean replied.

"Wow uh… that's… yep, haven't heard that one," I said back.

"Speaking of children, how's Jude?" Dean asked, changing the subject.

"He's good and he won't go to sleep until he speaks to you. Do you mind?" I asked.

"Of course not," Dean replied.

I handed the phone over to Jude and he smiled taking it, "Hi."

"Hey, little man. I hear you're giving your Mom a hard time," Dean started.

"Uh uh," Jude shook his head. I laughed. He was adorable. "Daddy ok?"

"Yes, Daddy's okay," Dean reassured.

"Love Daddy," Jude replied.

"I love you too, buddy," Dean said back, smiling. "Hey, do you think I can talk to your mom a little bit more. I miss you guys."

"Okay," Jude said, before handing the phone back to me. "Daddy want to talk you!"

"Okay. Why don't we both go upstairs and you can put on your pj's while I talk to Daddy?" I proposed.

"Okay," Jude agreed. I picked Jude up and wedged the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I continued to talk to Dean and take Jude up to his room. Although we missed him, it was good to hear his voice.