A/N: I really don't have a good excuse as to why it took me over a .year. to update this story. I know I was suffering from some major writer's block and RL. But, here it is, hope you enjoy.

"You ready?"

Sam swallowed and gave a quick, jerking nod. Dean grabbed his hand and laced their fingers together.

"We're doing the right thing, you know."

Sam nodded, his gaze resting in his lap. "I know. I just…this is all my fault; I don't want him to hate me."

Giving his hand a squeeze, Dean scooted closer. "He's not gonna hate you, Sam. I didn't."

Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to do this. "Okay, I'm ready."

Dean leaned in and kissed him quickly before leading the way into Mikey's room. They found the boy stretched out on his stomach on the thick blue carpet, completely engrossed in one of his books that were mostly pictures and short sentences and large fonts. He looked up when they entered.

"Hi."

"Hi, baby," Sam greeted as he joined him on the floor. Dean followed suit. "Can De and I talk to you for a bit?"

Mikey sighed and gave his book a mournful glance before closing it and nodding.

"Remember when you asked me why you didn't have another daddy?" Sam began and waited for Mikey's nod. "Well, you do have another daddy. De is your other daddy."

There was complete silence in the room while Sam chewed his bottom lip. Dean held his breath and Mikey regarded them quietly.

His eyes settled on Dean. "Where was you before?"

"Were," Sam instinctively corrected. "Where were you?"

Mikey dutifully repeated his question, still staring at Dean, waiting.

Dean carefully considered the question. He couldn't just come out and tell his son that he simply hadn't been aware of his existence. Completely at a loss, he looked to Sam who was already speaking.

"De was working. He had a very important job to do before he could be with us." This wasn't entirely untrue.

Mikey was silent, digesting this new information. He sat back on his heels, his tiny hands resting on his thighs.

"Are you two may-weed?"

Dean smiled. "No, we are not married."

Nodding in understanding, Mikey continued to ponder the situation. "Can you still draw and read with me?"

"Sure, of course," Dean replied.

"Can we still play A-Dee-Dee in the car?" Mikey frowned up at Dean as though this were a huge concern of his.

Dean smiled and avoided eye contact with Sam. "We can definitely still listen to ACDC. Mikey, nothing's going to change."

Mikey shrugged. "Okay."

"So you're okay? Happy? You know who your daddy is?" Sam asked, gently running his fingers through Mikey's hair.

The boy grinned and stood to hug his father. "I love you."

Sam smiled softly. "I love you, too, baby."

Mikey moved over to Dean and wrapped his small arms around his neck. "I love you."

Dean's breath caught and for a second, he couldn't reply. "And I love you, kiddo."

Pulling back, Mikey gave him an odd look. "Can I call you Daddy?"

Smiling against the lump in his throat, Dean hooked his thumb in Sam's direction. "Isn't that what you call that guy?"

Mikey thought this over for a few moments before addressing Sam. "You said I came from your tummy so you can be the mommy."

Sam looked mildly insulted and Dean smirked at him. "You can't argue with the kid's logic."

Mikey crawled from Dean's lap, his world bright and mind made up. "Can I read my book now?"

"Just for a little bit longer; it's almost bedtime." Sam stood and offered Dean his hand.

Dean waited until they were in their room to say, "He totally shut us down for a book. He must get his lust for knowledge from his Mommy."

Sam glared at him. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Uh, yeah, definitely finding the humor here."

Sam huffed and went in his drawer for pajama pants.

"Aw come on, baby, don't be like that." Dean sidled up behind Sam and wrapped his arms around him. "You're happy everything went well, aren't you?"

Sighing, Sam turned to face him. "Yeah, I am," he nodded with a small smile. "I'm just a little tired."

"Well, then stop sulking and kiss me."

Dean didn't wait for Sam to comply, but rather leaned in and pressed their mouths together.

.oOo.

Royner and Sons Auto Shop was uncharacteristically busy for a Monday evening. And Dean's mind wandered as he worked. It had been a week since they had talked to Mikey about his paternity and Mikey was taking the news in the carefree way that most four year olds would have. He didn't seem much fazed by his father's sudden appearance and he did not seem to need any more explanation on what had kept Dean away for the four short years of his life.

Mikey was, however, adamant about switching Sam's name. Ever since that night, Dean had become Daddy and Sam was Mommy. Sam was pretty uncomfortable with it at first but Mikey stuck with it and Sam finally stopped clenching his jaw every time Mikey called out to him.

Thinking of Sam caused Dean's eyebrows to knit together with worry. He was working himself too hard. His boss, Taylor, had taken on an extremely important and challenging case and Sam's workload had nearly doubled. He was hardly ever at home, often opting to put in hours of overtime and catch rushed meals at his desk, although Dean was sure he was skipping more of them than he was eating. He and Sam only crossed paths once or twice a day and one of those was when Sam would stumble in and collapse on the living room sofa, too exhausted to drag himself to bed.

"Winchester" Lou, one of the main mechanics at the shop, called Dean from is thoughts.

"Yeah?" He answered, sliding from beneath his current project.

"Phone for you."

This news surprised Dean and he frowned as he wiped his greasy hands on the oily rag in the pocket of his overall as he made his way over to the office. Why would anyone call the shop for him? And then it occurred to Dean that he had left his phone tucked in his locker that day. But who could be calling him? Did it have something to do with Mikey? Was he okay?

By the time Dean picked up the phone, his heart was pounding. "'Lo?"

"Dean?" He didn't recognize the voice. "This is Dennis."

Dean frowned. "Uh, hi…"

"Look, I know you're busy but I think you should come home."

"What?" he questioned, his frown deepening. Now that Dean was listening more closely, he could just barely hear Mikey crying in the background. "What's going on?"

"When I dropped Mikey off, Sam wasn't looking so good so I stayed and chatted with him for a few minutes. And it's a good thing I did because he sort of fainted."

"What?!" Dean exclaimed.

"He was only out for a minute or two but it really scared Mikey and he hasn't calmed down yet. And Sam didn't want to worry you but I thought you should know."

"Thanks, I'm on my way."

After hanging up, Dean quickly informed Lou of his family emergency and gathered his things.

Upon arriving at the apartment, Dean found Sam and Dennis in the living room and Mikey appeared to be in bed. Dennis quickly left him alone.

Dean took in Sam's pale face and the dark circles under his eyes and felt the barely-controlled fear rise in him again.

"What happened, Sam?"

Sam gave a nervous laugh. "Well, hello to you, too. My day was fine, thanks for asking."

"Sam."

Sam sighed. "I think you're aware of the fact that I fainted."

"Yes," Dean huffed. "But why?"

Shrugging, Sam avoided meeting Dean's gaze. "I don't know, I was tired, I guess. And I hadn't eaten yet today."

"Yeah, sure. Do you even remember the last time you've eaten? Or has a decent night's rest?"

Dean's concern for Sam's health and his frustration with Sam's lack of concern were clashing and combating inside of him. He wanted to take Sam into his arms and throttle him at the same time.

"I've been working, Dean," Sam replied, becoming defensive.

"Yeah," Dean agreed, on a roll. "You've been working, and neglecting you health and your family. You see me maybe twice a day and you probably see Mikey even less than that. And now you're fainting all over the damn place, scaring the kid half to death."

Sam sighed and wearily rubbed at what appeared to be an ache in his forehead.

"Okay," he snapped." I'm sorry I fainted. God, what do you want from me?

Dean fought to control himself to keep from getting into Sam's face and raising his voice, as he was prone to do when angry and worried.

"I want you to take better care of yourself. Stop working overtime. And, damnit, stop acting like that damn job is more important to you than your own family."

Sam shot up from his seat on the sofa, his fists clenched at his sides. "How can you even say that to me? You know I always put Mikey first. I'm working so hard now for him!"

Dean was about to retort when there came a knock at the front door. They both started; it was a little late in the evening for visitors.

Pinning Sam with a look that left little room for argument, Dean said, "This isn't over, Sam."

"Who is it?" He called and crept closer to the door when there came no response. After peeking through the peephole, Dean turned back to Sam with an expression of shock painted across his face.

"It's Dad."

And damn if it didn't seem as though Sam was going to faint for the second time that night.

Please leave feedback. I know I didn't spend much time on the Big Reveal. But I honestly don't imagine Mikey making a huge deal about it. He's a pretty laid back sort of kid, I think.