A/N: This is the tenth Daddy Drabble! I'm so happy y'all seem to like these stories and I love that you keep sending in requests! I promise I will get them all done!

This is a request from Rivermoon1970 and features a new storyline: What if Amelia tracks Sam down and she has a kid and it's his?

I've never written Amelia before but I tried to stick as close to her canon personality as possible. Nevertheless, this piece reads a little differently; not the usual fluff.

Amelia called.

Sam had just been minding his own business, picking through the fridge trying to find some edible leftovers when the cell on the table buzzed. If he'd known, he probably wouldn't have picked up; he probably would have thrown the phone out of the window because he would have wanted to pick up but known he shouldn't. Maybe he would have made Dean pick up and fake an accent while he watched nervously from across the room, biting at his thumb because that's what he did when he was nervous.

But Sam didn't know. So he picked up the phone.

She sounded older, but that was to be expected. Did he sound older as well? Could she tell how much he had changed in the seven – almost eight – years since they'd last seen each other? She couldn't possibly know but maybe she guessed.

When he hung up, he sat in a chair in the middle of the bunker and then he stood and walked to the kitchen and then the basement and then back upstairs. He couldn't keep still. Dean noticed, demanded to know what was wrong.

"Amelia called."

He could tell Dean was pissed. Angry that Sam had picked up the phone, frustrated perhaps that his little brother wasn't focused one hundred percent on what they were supposed to be handling at the moment. What were they supposed to handling? Sam couldn't remember. All he could think of was the way her voice had lightened when she said his name, as if it was always sitting on the tip of her tongue, waiting for an excuse to be used.

"I have to go," he said that night, coming out of his room with a backpack.

"Excuse me?" Sam couldn't meet his brother's gaze so instead he stared the open book on Dean's bed.

"Just for a few days," he said and hated that his voice had a trace of pleading in it. He didn't need Dean's permission.

"You better come back, Sammy," Dean said but he said it only after Sam was down the hall and he said it into the hand that rubbed at his face so his baby brother couldn't hear the words. Couldn't hear Dean's own plea.

xxx

Northern Texas was odd, Sam thought. It wasn't as dry as the other parts of the state but it was just as hot, an odd mix of scorching rain. He'd taken one of the cars from the bunker, a red Camaro that Dean had drooled over but refused to drive because he would "never cheat on Baby."

The Camaro was fun but the windshield wipers sucked and Sam almost landed himself in a ditch three times before pulling into the motel that Amelia had named over the phone. Nicer than the usual dives he occupied but still out of the way, protected from real civilization by several small towns. She obviously didn't want to be seen. Didn't want them to be seen.

He was a day early and while he had the TV set switched on, he spent most of the time thinking about what she could want, why she could called him so suddenly after so long. Sam envisioned her at his door dressed in a black overcoat cinched at the waist and when he withdrew the belt, she was dressed in black – no, red – lingerie. Her hair would be wet, he mused, because it hadn't stopped raining, but that only made her curls bouncier, her face fuller. Amelia liked the rain; she had told him that once when it had rained for three days straight, flooding their basement.

Maybe she would be tan, maybe she had just gotten back from Jamaica or a cruise to the Bahamas. Maybe she would be crying, but when he envisioned that scenario in his head he couldn't tell if it was out of sadness or happiness. If it was sadness maybe that meant something had happened to Don, which made Sam a tiny bit happy. Just a little.

He slept even less than he usually did, tossing so much that he eventually slid the gun he kept under his pillow to the night table. He made sure to hide it the next morning before he got dressed.

She knocked at 12:03 in the afternoon, three minutes past the time she said she would be there, and Sam smoothed his hair down in mirror beside the door before he answered the door, wondering for the thousandth time if she was going to look the same, act the same. If she still loved him, if he would be able to tell. He was nervous in a way he couldn't explain.

Amelia was holding a baby.

He couldn't even look at the woman whom he had once loved – still loved? – because there was an infant in the way, one small hand resting on Amelia's shoulder as it spun around to peer at Sam with wide eyes.

"Hi, Sam." Her voice was the same and he saw that when she shifted the baby to her other hip, that she looked the same. Eight years had been kind to her, had softened the hardness around her eyes, which were deeper in color than his, like molasses.

"Amelia," he said because he wasn't sure what to say. He hadn't prepped for this. "Come in."

"I-I can't," she said. The baby screeched happily and reached out for Sam, interested in the tall man before him. Amelia took a step back.

"Okay," Sam said. In all the scenarios his mind had produced in the last week, he had never envisioned her showing up with a kid, a baby no less. He was cute as far as babies went, with dark hair and an orange hoodie with a dump truck on it, little baby jeans to cover his kicking legs. He wanted to be put down.

"It's not that I don't want to," she said in a rush, glancing back at a silvery blue SUV parked a couple stops back. It was covered in mud and needed to be washed. "I just can't leave her in the car."

He followed her gaze and saw through the back window that there was another child in the car, a girl. She was staring right at Sam and when he blinked, she didn't.

"She has your eyes," was all Amelia said.

xxx

She couldn't get the little girl to come out of the car. Her name was Madison and she was Sam's. At least that's what Amelia explained to him on the front step of a motel room while another child babbled senselessly in between them.

"That last time," she said, "Do you remember?" She was having problems looking him in the eye, something that had always been so easy to do before. Sam had never intimidated her, never. Not with his stature or muscles or knowledge about weapons and fighting. But this, this unpredictability, it frightened her into submission.

"Of course I remember," Sam said, voice low. He kept looking back at the girl in the car whose head was ducked down now, looking at something in her lap. She had dark hair, like Amelia, and it covered her face, hiding her from view.

"We weren't…careful enough."

"Yes, we were." She half snorted, half laughed.

"Well I have a seven year old in the backseat of my car who says we weren't."

"You don't know that she's mine." He didn't know why he said it; Sam would never have said that before but this wasn't before, it was now. And now he had a kid. Supposedly.

"Oh yes I do," Amelia said, anger already sparking as if she had guessed this is how Sam was going to react. "We've had the tests done, all the tests. I used your old toothbrush you left behind. Right after she was born. She's yours. Ours."

Ours.

They had a kid. A child. A daughter. She had long dark hair and Sam's eyes. She wouldn't come out of the car. That's everything he knew about her.

"Why won't she come out?" Amelia shrugged and the baby reached out for Sam again. This time, Amelia didn't pull him away and Sam automatically reached back. The child wrapped a finger around Sam's thumb and tugged, smiling.

"Maddie doesn't do anything she doesn't want to. She takes after her father that way."

He couldn't tell if it was a compliment or an insult.

It was only drizzling now, Sam could hardly feel the rain at all as he walked to the car and knocked on the window. Madison – his daughter – glanced up. Her hair was held back by one barrette on the side. She opened the door a crack.

"Can we talk?" Sam said. "I'm Sam." She opened the door wider.

"I know. You're my real dad." Sam couldn't help it, he glanced back at Amelia with wide eyes because she hadn't mentioned that Madison knew.

"Yeah," he said, turning back to her. "I guess I am." She looked him up and down and he did the same, sizing each other up like only Winchesters could do. "Would you like to come inside?" he said. "I have Oreos."

Inside, Madison ate three Oreos and a glass of water.

"Milk is better with Oreos," she told Sam from where he sat across the table as if he was about to conduct an interview. Amelia was sitting on the bed while the baby – Luke – played with toys brought out of an oversized diaper bag.

"Maddie," Amelia scolded.

"No, she's right," Sam said. "They are totally better with milk." Madison smiled at him for the first time and Sam forgot how mad he was at Amelia for not telling him about her sooner. Amelia was right, Madison's eyes were hazel like Sam's. She has her mother's heart shaped face and curly, dark hair but her uncle's chin. What would Dean do if he knew Sam had a daughter? If he knew he had a niece. God, Dean had a niece. That thought alone was almost as wild as Sam having a kid.

"If you're my real dad," Madison said. "Then how come you don't live with me?"

"Maddie, we've talked about this," Amelia said from the bed. Her eyes widened in warning at Sam; she shook her head when the little girl took another sip of water.

"Well, that was your mom's choice," Sam said. When Madison scowled, she looked just like Sam when he was upset.

"Are you Luke's dad too?" Crumbs had collected in the corner of her mouth and Sam had the urge to wipe them away but he kept his hands in his lap.

"No," Sam said. "Just yours."

"Can I please use your bathroom?" she asked, standing up and wiping her hands on her skirt. Sam was shocked by her politeness but he should have known Amelia would raise a polite child. Once upon a time, he had dreamed of having a kid with her. But just dreamed it. They hadn't wanted to bring more people into a world that has so harshly disappointed the two of them. It was a silly way of thinking, he realized now as he watched his daughter. How could someone not want a child of their own? He'd known about his for twenty minutes and he already wanted her. He would shield her from those disappointments.

"Of course. It's right there," he said. As soon as the door was shut, Sam was over at the bed.

"How could you do this?" he asked, upset for the first time.

"Did you not want to meet her?"

"I didn't even know about her!" Sam hissed. Luke was sitting up against Amelia's leg and he handed Sam a yellow block and then pulled it back at the last minute, erupting into giggles as he brought the toy to his mouth.

"How did you want to hear about her? A phone call? A text? An email?"

"What about the seven years part? You had seven years to tell me!" Amelia's sigh was cut off by the toilet flushing. Madison came out of the bathroom with wet hands and a devious smile.

"Mommy," she said, climbing onto the bed and tickling Luke's stomach. She glanced at Sam to see if he was watching. He was, of course. He couldn't take his eyes off her. The way she talked and moved and even breathed, all of it seemed like some type of miracle. The fact that he had had a hand in making her, that she was half of him was astonishing. That if he hadn't been born, she wouldn't have been born either. All of a sudden, he wanted to know everything about her.

"Yeah?"

"Can we go to the zoo?"

"There's no zoo around here," Amelia said. "We can go when we go home."

"Will Sam come?" Amelia closed her eyes for a long second. She'd known this wasn't an entirely good idea but she had needed Sam to know about his daughter. She saw Sam in Madison every day and for seven years she had dealt with the constant reminders of her one great lost love.

"No," Amelia said. "Sam can't come. We're just visiting. He has to come home tonight. So do we."

"I want to go to the zoo," Madison said, bending down to kiss Luke on the top of the head. Sam's heart melted.

"There's a petting zoo down the road," Sam offered. "It's next to the diner. Have you guys had lunch?"

"No!" Madison shouted in glee and Amelia shook her head, trying to hide a smile.

"Indoor voice," she reminded her daughter but her eyes were on Sam instead and the way he was beaming down at the little girl in front of him.

xxx

The petting zoo wasn't crowded. In fact, they were the only ones there besides some rabbits, a couple goats, and a donkey. Luke started fussing two minutes in when Amelia wouldn't let him play with a piece of goat poop.

"Maddie, let's go inside," she said. "We can see the animals later." But Madison was scratching the donkey through the fence and ignored her mother. "Maddie!"

"I can stay out with her another couple minutes," Sam offered and Madison whirled around, her hearing suddenly turned back on.

"Yeah, Sam can stay with me," she said. Amelia looked at the two of them, both wearing identical eager expressions, the same hazel eyes staring back out at her. Sam's hair was shorter than when she last saw him but he looked mostly the same. The same kind eyes, the same strong jawline. She shook her head in defeat.

"Fine," she said, hoisting a crying Luke up. "I'll order you a grilled cheese," she told her daughter. "Sam, what do you want?"

"Grilled cheese is fine for me too," he said. Amelia nodded but there was a warning in her eyes. Sam understood. She was trusting him with her most precious item, the only part of Sam she had left.

"Do you like animals?" Sam asked once they were alone. Madison nodded.

"Do you?" she asked.

"I love dogs," Sam admitted, squatting down. One of the goats came up and butted his shoulder and he scratched its head. Madison came over and started petting its back. He loved the gentle way in which her fingers ran through its fur, the way her lips were slightly pursed. She was beautiful in a way Sam had never thought people could be.

"I have a dog at home," Madison said. She swept her hair out of her face with one hand and looked up innocently at her father. "His name is Riot."

It was the first time in a long time Sam had wanted to cry.

"He's old so he mostly sleeps a lot," Madison said, moving onto the rabbits. "He sleeps in my room, ever since I was a baby. Mommy says he loves me best out of everyone."

"Sounds like he does," Sam said.

"If you come visit one day, you can meet him," she said, glancing out of the corner of her eye to watch Sam's reaction.

"I don't think your Dad would like that," he said carefully. He didn't know much about Don but he knew that he wouldn't welcome Sam into his kids' lives without any warning. He doubted Amelia had told her husband where she was or what she was doing.

"But you're my real dad," she said. "I know what that means. It means once Mommy and you went to the baby store and picked me out but then you had to go away."

"Where in the world did you hear that?" Sam asked.

"Cassidy from school told me," she said seriously, petting the ears of a black and white spotted rabbit who had fallen asleep in her lap.

"Your Daddy at home loves you very much," Sam said. "Even if Mommy and I did," he winced, "pick you out at the baby store." Madison didn't look convinced but she nodded.

"Madison," he said as they stood to go inside.

"You can call me Maddie," she said. "That's what everyone tells me. Except for Luke because he can't talk yet."

"Okay, Maddie," Sam said, liking the way the nickname sounded coming out of his mouth. "If your mom says it's okay – and we'd have to ask her – do you think you'd like to come visit here again? Visit me?"

"Sure," she said without even pausing. As they headed for the diner, she slipped her tiny hand in his large one and he almost pulled away in surprise. Instead, he formed a loose fist over her fingers, holding on as tight as he dared. "I like you," she said.

The swelling in his chest, the tightness of his throat as they walked hand in hand: Sam didn't know what it all meant yet but he had a feeling Amelia would give him a chance to find out. And he had a feeling he was going to like it.

A/N: If you liked it (or didn't!) leave a review and tell me why! As always, I'm open to suggestions and requests.