It was late and Dean knew he should be sleeping but he couldn't help staring at his son as he slept. The kid had passed out not even ten minutes earlier. Sometimes it amazed Dean how Xander could have so much energy then drop at a moments notice. Then again he supposed it worked in his favor.

All the information Hailey had given them today ran over and over in his mind. He didn't care about the different dimension stuff she spouted. Xander was his kid end of story.

However, he worried about the possessions and his status as a prophecy breaker.

Possessions that he'd dealt with never ended well. He certainly had never heard of a beneficial possession. Bobby would likely have more information on it, and if it came down to it he could probably force them to the front to have his own chat with them.

The real issue here was his kid's abilities and being this prophecy breaker. Dean was not religious; especially after all he's seen and done over the years. The idea that actual prophecies existed, meaning that something dictated their lives, had him more than a mite angry. He made his own decisions and lived his live his own way, thank you very much. But even if he really didn't, how was his five-year-old son supposed to handle a prophecy? More importantly, what prophecy did Hailey allude to? That hint about the book did nothing to help ease his mind. How was he supposed to know the most read book in the world? He hadn't even been out of the states yet!

But before they even tackled that Hailey mentioned he'd help with old Yellow Eyes and even his dad. Neither was a prospect he wanted his son involved in.

While he loved his father, he held no illusions about the man. Sam may not believe him, but Dean knew their father's faults, very well. It's why he tried so hard to be a better father to Xander. Sure he tried to be like the man, but that was mostly his Hunter persona. When it came to raising someone John Winchester fell shot by a long shot. His obsessions blinded him to the real important things in life.

Yet it was the thought of old Yellow Eyes getting his hands on Xander the frightened him the most. He remembered what had happened to their mother. He had seen inside the nursery, even if for a moment, and he knew exactly what had happened to Mary Winchester. Something he would never allow to happen to Xander. Not while he still lived and breathed.

"Daddy?" Xander's soft sleep ridden voice broke him from his thoughts.

"Hey buddy, you should be sleeping," he whispered, brushing his son's unruly hair out of his face.

"Is the scary man gone?"

Dean frowned as he remembered Brady. "Yeah, we took care of him. He won't hurt you."

"And Uncle Sam and Jessica are safe too?"

"That's right."

"And you?"

"We're all safe now little man," Dean assured, tucking the blanket tighter around the boy.

"'Cause Daddy's the best Hunter ever." A small yawn escaped the child as he snuggled down.

"You know it."

"Love you daddy."

Dean smiled warmly. "I love you too, bud."

"Can we have Twinkies for breakfast?"

"Now you're pushing it," Dean chuckled as the kid drifted back into sleep. Yeah, Xander was his kid, and no one would hurt him.

Sam stood in the shadows of the hallway having listened in on Dean's conversation with his son. He had to choke back a laugh at the breakfast request. How many times had he demanded Lucky Charms from Dean in the same manner? How many times had Dean given in? Sure he'd asked for an actual breakfast food, but he had no doubt Dean would slip Xander a Twinkie if he really wanted one.

He could admit to himself if no one else that he'd been seriously freaked out to find Brady had been possessed. Then to know the demon that had originally ruined his life still wanted him for some nefarious reason. And if Xander hadn't seen… Jessica would be dead in one year. Because he had not seen the truth. He had ignored any and all signs in his quest for normalcy.

Dean had said he was training Xander, not to be a Hunter but to protect himself since he knew what was out there. Sam knew too, but he had decided to ignore it. How many people had died because of his selfish desires? How close had those he now knew and cared for come to death because he didn't take the precautions he had learned as a child? Just because he didn't want to be a Hunter didn't mean he couldn't protect himself and those around him.

However, the big issue was what Brady had told them. The Yellow-eyed demon wanted him back in the game. Why? What purpose could he possibly serve? Something in Sam really didn't want the answer to that. Worse still, his nephew was somehow involved. His nephew from a different dimension.

That proved hard to wrap his head around. Then add in the fact the kid had possessions and Sam was itching to find a library to research the whole thing. He knew if their dad had found this out he'd have either exorcised Xander, killed him or turned him into a weapon. While the news made him jumpy Sam couldn't even consider any of those options. His nephew had wormed his way into his heart, had brought him and Dean back together and gave his brother a reason to continue on. He couldn't hate the kid if he wanted too. Not that Dean would let anyone even think about hurting his kid. If anything he felt slightly jealous of Dean's attachment to the kid. It used to be him that Dean would do anything for.

Shaking his head he felt somewhat stupid at such thoughts. They'd figure this all out. Bobby would help too. Winchesters were too stubborn to take things sitting down.