Curiosity killed the cat

Delilah spent the next morning ignoring her phone. After the mystery person had revealed themselves as Billy, she decided not to reply any more and ignored the few texts he sent her after that. This morning when she'd woke up, he'd even had the cheek to try and ring her, clearly not getting the point that she didn't want to talk to him.

She rubbed angrily at the coffee ring that stained the kitchen counter. What did he want? Why now? Why when everything was going good? It always seemed that life had a way to knock you down when everything is going well.

She knew that the only way to get answers to her questions would be to talk to him but she wasn't ready. She didn't know what she would say. What if he wanted to meet Jack? She knew that he had a right to know his son but-

"No." She said out loud and shook her head, scrubbing at the stain more vigorously. He doesn't have a right to meet Jack, she thought to herself. Where the hell had be been all this time? He wasn't there for the birth or the pregnancy. Not once did he send her a text asking if she was OK or what the sex of their baby was. Not once did he even bother to ask what she'd named him.

She heard her phone ring again in the background and did her best to ignore it. She wasn't going to speak to him. She didn't need him. She'd done just fine bringing up Jack on her own for the last Four – almost Five - years so she certainly didn't need him.

"Ya' not gonna get that?" Bobby's voice appeared behind her. She'd been so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even heard him exit his study.

She glanced over at him before going back to her stain. "Nah." She replied.

He frowned, looking at her phone that sat on the table. "Why not? You n' Dean had a spat?" He asked and the phone stopped ringing.

She sighed, throwing her cloth on the counter before turning around and leaning her back against it. "No." She told him quietly. "It's not Dean."

Bobby looked at her confused. "Who the hell else could it be?" He questioned. "Hardly no one has ya' number."

She brought her thumb up to her mouth and nibbled on her nail as she mumbled. "It's Billy."

"Sorry?" Bobby asked, his jaw clenching. "Say tha' again, sweetheart. I could of swore that ya' just said Billy was ringin' ya."

Her head dropped to her chest and she removed her thumb from her mouth. She moved it to the back of her neck, where she massaged herself. "I did say that."

To say that Bobby looked angry was a understatement. "Wha' the hell does he want?"

She shrugged and sighed, folding her arms across her chest. "I don't know." She answered. "Soon as I knew it was him, I ignored it."

"Ya want me to answer it for ya?" He offered. "I'll make sure he never bothers ya again."

She shook her head. "Maybe I should at least find out what he wants." She thought out loud. "Should I?" She looked at Bobby with a hesitant expression.

He sighed. "I can't tell ya' what to do, girl." He replied. "Just go with ya gut."

She nodded and exhaled. "I'll answer the next times he rings." She decided. "I know that if I just ignore him, I'm forever going to be wondering what he wanted."

"I understand that." Bobby told her. "But remember, Lila, curiosity killed the cat."

Delilah sat on her bed with her cell phone next to her. She decided that she'd need privacy when she answered the phone. That, and she didn't want her son to hear all the abuse she was probably going to be shouting. Lucky for her, Bobby assured her that he would watch him.

She was feeling very anxious. She hoped that she would never have to speak to him again yet here she was, waiting for his phone call. She jumped when the phone rang and she picked it up, shakily lifting it up to her ear.

When she answered it, it took her a second before she found her voice. "Hello." She winced at how nervous she sounded.

"Baby?" It was Dean.

She sighed in relief. "Hey, handsome." She replied, her voice soft and full of exhaustion.

"What's wrong?" He questioned her worriedly. "Baby, has somethin' happened?"

Man, he could read her like a book. "Um..." She bit her lip, choosing her next words wisely. "Dean..." She exhaled. She opened her mouth to speak again but he cut her off.

"Baby, you're scarin' me." He told her nervously. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Dean, when you read my, ah, my book?" It sounded like a question. She didn't know what else to call it so she went with 'book'. "Do you remember Jack's Dad?" There, she was halfway through.

"Uh huh." He sounded confused. "Total Jackass that cheated on ya' when he found out you were pregnant." Now, he just sounded angry.

She half smiled but it soon disappeared. "Right." She took a deep breath. "Well, you see..." She trailed off. "He sent me a text last night n' has been trying to get in contact with me since." Done.

It was silent.

She bit her lip before releasing it and calling. "Dean?"

"I'm here, baby." He assured her. "I'm just...Processin' this." He said. "What does the asshole want?"

"I don't know." She replied, running her hand through her hair. "I haven't answered yet."

He hesitated. "Are you..Are you gonna'?"

"Yeah." She told him quietly. "I'm just gonna' see what he wants n' that's it." He didn't respond. "Are you angry?"

He sighed. "I'm not angry, Lila." He assured her. "I don't like it but I'm not angry."

"I'm sorry." She said sadly. "I know you don't wanna be dealing with this."

"Don't be sorry. It ain't your fault, sweetheart."

She smiled slightly. He was so amazing. "So tell me what Chuck wanted."

Dean snorted. "You ain't gonna' believe this but I'm standing outside of a 'Supernatural' convention..."

It was an hour after she had gotten off the phone to Dean when her phone rang again. She was in the middle of eating dinner with Bobby and Jack and she quickly excused herself and jogged upstairs to her room. "Hello?" She answered with as much confidence as she could muster up.

"Hey, Delilah!" Billy greeted her happily. "I was starting to think that you'd never answer." He tried to joke.

"Cut the crap." She replied coldly. "What the hell do you want?"

"Jeez," He muttered. "I don't remember you being so bitchy."

She gritted her teeth. What the hell did she ever see in him? "This is the reaction you get when you cheat on your ex-girlfriend and leave her pregnant without any contact for five years." She told him angrily. "Now just tell me why the hell you're ringing me?" She demanded.

"I guess that's fair." He sighed. "I'm really sorry about that Delilah." He told her sadly. "I was young and scared and I've regretted it ever since. I was such an ass to you and you didn't deserve it."

Her face softened slightly and she exhaled. "Just...Tell me what you want."

"Our kid..." He hesitated. "Did you have it?"

She scoffed. "Of course I did. You think I could abort it?" She questioned. "You know I never liked that stuff."

"Good." He replied and she frowned, confused. "I was hoping that maybe I could meet 'em."

She felt her breath escape her lungs. "I, uh, what?" She stumbled. "What? Uh, I mean, why? Why now?"

"'Cause I think I'm finally good for it, Lila-"

"Don't call me that."

"-I've done a lot of growing up since we were together and the reason I never contacted you after I.." He sighed sadly. "After I cheated on you is because I didn't think I would be good enough for you."

She wasn't sure if she believed him and she shook her head. "I can't do this."

"Please, Delilah." He begged, sounding like he was close to tears. "I know I'm a screw up and I know that I hurt you and that I don't deserve a second chance but I just want to get to know my kid."

She couldn't believe it but she actually felt bad for him and she hated herself for being so soft. "Billy..."

"Delilah please." His voice was hoarse. "Please, I'm begging you. Just give me a chance." He reasoned. "Meet up with me tomorrow." He breathed. "Let me show you how much I've changed."

"Billy..." She tried again.

"I get it." His voice was heartbreakingly sad and defeated. "Just atleast tell me..." He croaked and she could of swore that he was crying. "Do I have a son or a daughter?"

She swallowed thickly. "A son." She told him softly. "His name is Jack."

"Jack..." He sounded like he was smiling. "That's a good name."

"I thought so." Her voice was quiet. "Let me think on this, OK?" She bargained.

"OK, Delilah." His voice was hopeful. "I just want you to know – If you never speak to me again, which I would completely understand – I'm sorry for what I did to you." He told her. "If I could go back and change it, I would."

"I'll keep that In mind." She replied before hanging up and throwing herself back onto her bed. He sounded so sad, it almost broke her heart. Maybe he had changed over the years and everything that he had said was true. She knew that if Dean wasn't around, she would of accepted Billy's offer straight away but her feelings for Dean complicates things.

Somewhere in the back of her head she'd hope that, maybe one day, Jack would be calling Dean 'Dad' like he did in the future but if Billy entered their lives, she knew that it most likely wouldn't get to happen. So she had to chose, and it was one of the hardest decisions she was ever going to have to make.

She knew that she couldn't make that decision without meeting up with Billy first. It would be unfair for her to judge if he was fit enough without even meeting him. She knew that in her heart, Dean came on top. He would make a great Dad but she had to at least give Billy a chance to prove himself. So she would meet up with him and then make her decision. She just hoped that it wouldn't affect her and Dean's relationship.

"Wow." Delilah laughed out loud as Dean finished telling her about his day. Apparently a girl called Becky – who was a fan of Chucks Supernatural books – had managed to get hold on Chucks phone and she sent Sam and Dean a text asking them to them Chuck at this hotel. Turns out the hotel was booked out for the night because it was running a Supernatural convention. Chuck had also announced that he was starting his books up again and starting a new book called 'Delilah'. Of course, Dean shot that down and threatened him until he told him that he wouldn't do it.

"I know." Dean chuckled.

"I wish I could of seen the look on your faces." She smiled at the image.

"Good thing is that we got a lead on the colt."

"That's great." She commented.

"Did you talk to him?" Dean asked her suddenly.

She sighed, figuring that it would have been brought up sooner or later. "Yeah."

"What'd he have to say?"

"Sorry." She told him. "He said he was sorry for everything and that he wants to get to know Jack."

Dean swallowed audibly. "What'd you say?"

"Nothing yet." She replied softly. "He wants to meet up so he can show me how much he's changed."

"If you're meetin' up with him I'm goin' with you." Dean told her firmly.

"Really?" She smiled. "You'd do that?"

"Course I would." He replied. "I wanna check this guy out for myself. Make sure he's good enough to be around my-Around you." He quickly covered up.

She found herself wondering what he was going to say. "OK." She agreed. "When are you free?"

"'Give me Three days." He answered. "Sammy found us another hunt n' we got Cas workin' on trackin' this Crowley guy."

"Alright, I'll let Billy know."

It was exactly Three days later and Delilah waited anxiously for Dean to answer his phone. She'd been trying to ring him all day but she'd had no luck. She heard his phone go to it's answering machine. "Hey, Dean, it's me again." She sighed. "I've got to leave and meet Billy now. I hope you're OK." She said worriedly. "If you arrive and I'm not here, we'll be at Sandra's diner." she told him. "I'll speak to you later, bye." Honestly, she was quite disappointed that Dean hadn't turned up and she figured that he must be wrapped up in his hunt.

"No answer?" Bobby asked from behind her.

She slipped her phone in her pocket and shook her head. "Nope." She replied as she walked over to the coat rack and pulled off her jacket. She slipped it on.

"You goin' on your own?" He guessed.

"Uh huh." She nodded, slipping her hand underneath her hair and pulling it out of her jacket. "I just want to get this over and done with." She admitted.

Bobby eyed her. "You want me to go with you?"

She shook her head. "I'll be fine." She assured him and walked over to Jack who was playing on the floor with his cars. "Mommy will be back soon." She told him, bending over and laying a kiss on his head.

"Take this." Bobby handed her his flask and she took it, eyeing it questioningly. "It's got holy water in it. Try n' slip it in his drink."

She nodded slowly and frowned. "You think he could be a demon?"

He shrugged. "I ain't takin' no chances n' you shouldn't either."

"OK." She agreed and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "See you in a few hours." She gave him a smile before she turned and opened the front door. She closed it behind her, pulling her jacket around her tightly as the chilly air hit her. She walked down the steps and over to her car.

As she started the engine, she couldn't believe she was doing this.

Her anxiety increased when she spotted him sitting in the corner of the café. His smile was bright when he noticed her and he waved her over. She gave him a hesitate smile and her legs felt numb when she walked over to him.

"You look amazing." He complimented as she sat down.

"Thanks." She smiled tightly. It was silent for a moment.

"So..." He started. "Can I buy you anything?" He questioned.

She went to shake her head no but stopped when she noticed that he had already gotten himself a coffee, which was only half-drunk. "Coffee, please."

He nodded and stood up, walking towards the counter.

She glanced at him nervously as she pulled Bobby's flask out of her pocket. She unscrewed the lid under the table and when she was sure no one was looking, she emptied some of it's contents into his coffee. She was trying to screw the lid back on when he walked back over and sat down. Luckily, the flask was hidden by the table.

"They said they'd bring it over." He told her, smiling. "So how have you been?"

She nodded, slipping the flask back into her pocket. "Good." She smiled genuinely. "I met someone."

He grinned at her. "Really?" He sounded pleased. "That's great." He continued. "I actually met someone, too."

She raised her eyebrows. "Yeah?"

"Uh huh." He confirmed. "We've been together for Two years now." He informed her. "She's my life."

"I'm glad." She replied honestly. Everyone deserved happiness, after all. She also noted it in her head. If he can hold down a relationship for Two years, maybe he had matured. "So, do you work?"

He nodded. "I actually took over our family garage when my Dad died." He sounded sad.

"I'm sorry." She gave him a sympathetic smile. "That's rough."

"Yeah." He agreed. "I earn a lot of money from it too so I could buy Jack-"

Delilah held up her hand. "Let's not go there yet."

"Sorry." He replied sheepishly. "Guess I'm getting a little carried away."

A waitress appeared at the table and put the coffee in front of Delilah.

"Thank you." Delilah told her.

Without a word, the waitress walked away.

"That was rude." Billy commented.

"Mm," Delilah agreed, bringing her coffee up to her mouth and blowing on it. "Doesn't matter. So tell me about your girlfriend." If Billy was going to be apart of Jack's life then his girlfriend would be too so it only made sense to find out some stuff about her.

"She's amazing." He said, though his voice was sad. Delilah frowned. "She's really smart and funny." He continued, not noticing Delilah's look. "I couldn't ask for anyone better." He smiled. "So is Sam your boyfriend?"

Delilah frowned. "How'd you know that name?" She questioned suspiciously.

"You text'ed me it." He chuckled.

"Ohhh." She nodded, suddenly remembering. "No, he's not." She corrected him. "Why did you text me?" She was curious. "Why not just ring me?"

He shrugged. "Wanted to know if it was still your number or not." He explained. "And when you didn't reply, I figured that it was your number and you were pissed."

She nodded slowly and took a sip of her coffee. It burned her mouth but she didn't show it. Fuck, that's hot. "Aren't you gonna' drink yours?" She gestured to his coffee.

"Oh." He looked down and chuckled. "I'd completely forgotten about it." He admitted and brought it up to his mouth. Delilah held her breath when she saw him take a sip. He swallowed it. "The waitress may be rude but they do make a nice coffee." He commented.

She let out a breath, relieved. "Yeah." She agreed.

"Let me walk you to your car." Billy offered as they left the café. They had spoken for about Four hours and it was starting to get dark.

"Oh, uh, thanks." Delilah smiled, unsure. "I can manage."

"Nonsense." He shook his head. "After you've given me this chance, the least I can do is make sure you get to your car OK."

She gave in. "OK, I suppose." As they walked to the car park, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and noticed that she had a text.

Crap. I'm sorry baby.

Me and Sam got stuck in

T.V land by an angel

I'll explain later.

I'm on my way.

She frowned, having no idea what he meant by that but she was happy that he was still planning on visiting her though. Her frown must have changed into a smile because Billy commented.

"Is that your man?" He guessed teasingly.

She blushed at being caught out. "Yeah, that's him." She smiled. She'd talked about Dean to him, not going into much detail, just the basics.

"He's a lucky man, Delilah." He said softly as they reached her car. "Delilah." He grabbed her arm, turning her around and facing him. His eyes looked at something over her shoulder and he stopped her from turning around to see what he'd looked at. "Delilah." He said again, grabbing her attention. "I'm so sorry."

She rolled her eyes. This again? "It's in the past." She smiled at him tightly.

He shook his head, his eyes sad. "Not about that."

She frowned, the look in his eyes were starting to scare her. "What then?"

He gulped. "This."

Suddenly, she was hit over her head from behind and all she could remember was the feeling of her body hitting the floor with a loud thump.

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