They stopped at an abandoned cabin, not far from their destination. Everyone was exhausted, and cranky, their feet were sore and all anyone wanted to do was eat and sleep. The only problem was, there was only one double bed in the cabin. Gabriel disappeared to get some food, and everyone tried to debate who would sleep in the bed, and who would sleep on the floor.

"Faith gets the bed," Junior said immediately. "She's pregnant."

"You're still recovering, you should get it," Faith argued back.

"We could share?" Junior tried to compromise. Dean cleared his throat loudly, which was all he needed to do in order to make his feelings about that clear. "Well, it's not like I would get her pregnant."

Faith gave him the same filthy look that Dean did.

"What about Faith and Dean?" Sam tried reasonably. "I can make do, Cas and Gabe won't be sleeping. If Garth and Junior are okay with it, that would work?"

"No one wants to share a bed with their old man," Garth sniggered, as Faith turned to her father.

"You used to sleep in my bed as a kid," he shrugged. She smiled faintly.

"Okay."

Once the bed issue was sorted, Garth, Sam and Dean started plotting out the last legs of their trek, and Castiel kept watch out of the front door. Junior and Faith sat side-by-side on the sofa, where Junior held her hand gently. She looked at their hands, her small, slightly tanned hand nestled in his bigger, hairy one. But it felt right, somehow. Two half-breed kids, raised by hunters, they were meant to fall for each other. She looked up into his wolfish face, and felt her heart thumping wildly. But rather than ruin the moment, or say something that one of their parents would definitely overhear, she merely nuzzled into his shoulder. He relaxed into the back of the sofa, and she went with him, laying against his sturdy frame, feeling him toy with her hair as they watched their families sit around the dining table, maps sprawled between them, muttering low to each other. Junior chuckled faintly in her ear.

"You must be tired," he muttered. She nodded, closing her eyes and breathing in his smell. Which yes, had a hint of dog, but was pleasant and earthy at the same time.

"How are you?" She whispered. "After Stevie's attack?"

"I'm good. Very good." She felt him press his lips against her temple, as Dean called across the room.

"Don't get too comfortable over there."

"But Junior's all squishy!" Faith called back, not opening her eyes. She missed Dean's pained look, and the warning glance he sent at Junior, before turning back to their planning. Junior wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her temple again.

"So, does this mean you're my girl?" He kept his voice low, but Castiel turned to look at them appraisingly anyway. Faith sighed, and finally opened her eyes.

"Don't ruin this with talking." She looked up at him, still oblivious to her mother.

"Are you going to shut me up?" Junior grinned down at her. She moved, reaching up for him as Gabriel burst through the front door.

"Food's up!" He passed burger joint bags around, and Faith left Junior alone to grab a handful of fries, barely stopping to chew as she devoured them. Dean made his way in between them to eat his burger, and Faith had to shuffle along the seat in order to avoid the baby being squashed. She sent an apologetic look to Junior, who waved his hand back at her as though he were dismissing her silent concerns, and they both turned back to their own greasy, salt-laden meals.

That night, Faith had climbed into the bed, and waited for her father to come in, her thoughts tumbling between Junior and Dax. Truthfully, she hadn't made her mind up about what to do. She wanted Junior, she knew that much, but Dax had been a big part of her life. And maybe, when she was pregnant at seventeen and under a chastity vow with God in order to have a shot of getting into Heaven when she finally died, she really shouldn't be thinking about boyfriends.

Dean walked into the room, and sat at the edge of the bed, pulling his boots off. Faith looked away out of respect as he shuffled out of his jeans, and then he slipped under the covers as well.

"Are you okay?" He asked her. She turned her head on the pillow, and saw him leaning on his side, looking at her with a concern that seemed ancient.

"Yeah."

"You're not mad that I cock-blocked Junior, are you?" Dean looked apprehensive.

"No. Although, I was only going to kiss him."

"Is that all," Dean muttered under his breath.

"Daddy," Faith warned him. "I'm seventeen."

"Yeah, and I've missed out on doing this for nearly fifteen years. I have a lot of surly Dad crap to catch up on."

She shook her head, smiling fondly at him. If you had asked Faith, growing up, what her father would be like, she would never have come close to describing Dean. He turned off the light and she shuffled across the mattress towards him, and snuggled in close. He laughed, and placed a tentative hand on her bulging stomach.

"How are you coping with the baby?"

"Okay, I guess."

"Have they talked to you any more?"

"A few times." She started tracing a finger along the freckles that dotted his shoulder, though they were faint against his slightly wrinkled skin. He made an amused noise, and curled an arm around her, still rubbing her stomach, which began to jump at his touch as the baby woke up.

"Did you pick a name yet?"

"No. I don't know if it's a boy or a girl," she pointed out. "How did you and Mom pick my name?"

Dean paused for a few moments, and cleared his throat.

"Castiel chose it. He must have spent hours preparing a speech, nearly caught me out completely. He was talking about ancient names and new variations and the importance of meaning and he liked the flow of Siobhan. I kind of agreed for a quiet life, so long as you got my mom's name too."

"So how do I pick?" Faith complained. "It's not even my baby. It's God's."

"What about Jesus?" Dean snorted with laughter. "Or, if not, a unisex name. Like Sam."

He nodded to the door, where his brother was somewhere on the other side. Faith sighed.

"That's not helpful, Daddy. If this baby is an angel, maybe it should be a name like theirs."

"Maybe. We could ask Cas? He might know how all that works."

Faith nodded, and stopped tracing her finger across his shoulder. She knew it was potentially risky to ask her father, but it was going to eat at her if she didn't. She was still trying to work out exactly how her parents relationship even worked.

"Daddy? Are you mad at Mom?"

"It's complicated, Faith," his tone was gentle, yet firm. Faith understood it to mean I love you, but I won't answer. But that didn't mean she was going to accept it.

"I'm a nephilim, having an angel baby despite still carrying my V card, my Mom is a guy and my Dad is a Hunter. My ex-boyfriend was a Man of Letters who invented some potion that guaranteed the next best thing to immortal life and the guy I like is a werewolf. I spent most of my life relying on the state and my Mom is currently hunting an old friend who, it turns out, is an antichrist. Do you really think I can't deal with complicated? My whole life has been complicated. You try being eight years old and not cheating on tests by reading your teacher's mind."

She looked at her father with the steeliest gaze she could muster, and he glared right back.

"It's personal."

"You're my Dad."

He looked away, focusing on the ceiling.

"Faith, do you ever consider that maybe, there are some things you just shouldn't hear? Things you can't come back from? If someone isn't sharing something with you, maybe they're doing it for your own good. Which is in my job description as your father."

She almost went too far. She almost mentioned the day the angels came for her, that he could talk of her own good, and protecting her all he wanted, but that was the day he didn't. But she held back, and he seemed to sense that she was, even without extra powers of his own.

"Cas and me are going to be fine, okay? We've survived this long."

"That's not reassuring," Faith said in a small voice. Dean snorted derisively.

"Relationships aren't meant to be reassuring. They're meant to be complicated, and messy. You're meant to get annoyed, and yell, and fight, and misunderstand. The point isn't the argument, it's about how you deal with it."

Dean's voice had dropped, and Faith glanced at him curiously. She remembered, back in the bunker, Castiel trying to explain how her father worked, that he held back and didn't express his emotions easily, that Faith was the exception to the rule. And this was the first time she really felt it. The lowered voice told her that it was only for her ears, that he was saying this to her because he was her father, and no one else would ever see this side of him. Not even her mother.

"Oh."

Dean nodded.

"Like this, Faith. Like, you're my world, and I don't like you asking this stuff, but I know you need it. Doesn't mean I don't love you, and you don't love me."

"So you still love Mom?" Faith persisted. He smiled wrily.

"Don't go advertising it or anything."

"There's nothing wrong with people knowing you love him." Faith whispered. Something like irritation, or guilt, flickered across Dean's face.

"Don't push it, Faith. You see what you see because you're our daughter. Other people wouldn't feel the same."

There was a tension between them that Faith didn't like.

"But they all know. Garth, and Uncle Sam, and Gabe. They know. So what are you running from?"

Dean rolled away, breaking their contact. Faith could feel the anger simmering.

"Is this all a distraction from whatever's going on with you, Dax, and Junior?" Dean asked before she could snap.

"No." She sounded sullen. "This is about me trying to understand the parents I've been missing for years. Mom would do anything for you, you know that?"

Dean made a scathing noise.

"Go to sleep, Faith."

She folded her arms across her stomach, and lay there, loathing him. And loathing herself for how much she still cared about his opinion. The door creaked open in their silence, and someone shuffled in the room quietly.

"Dean?"

Faith closed her eyes as her mother tiptoed across the floor.

"I'm awake," he grunted. There was movement, the bedsprings creaking as the mattress shifted, the covers tugging as Castiel got into the bed. "How's everything out there?"

"Gabriel's keeping watch. Sam insisted Junior take the sofa, he and Garth are both on the floor. There doesn't seem to be any sign of danger."

"Good."

"Yes. We still have to work out how to get to Stevie. She must be dealt with before Faith goes in to labour, that could be any day now."

"I know. But you said you weren't leaving."

There was a pause, and Faith almost opened her eyes again.

"You confuse me frequently, Dean, but not as much as right now."

"Leave it."

"I'm sorry. For everything."

Dean didn't respond.

"But you don't want me to go?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"Dean-"

"I said I was done with it, Cas. And trying to figure it out, how I'm supposed to feel about it … it's too much. Besides, Faith is awake still."

She thought she had fooled them both. They were talking more freely than she had heard them in a while. She could practically feel Castiel probing at her conscience.

"She's worrying about us still?"

"Hiding from whatever's going on with Junior."

He was baiting her, she knew it. And she could feel it working.

"Dean, stop. Don't take it out on her. You're mad at me."

Faith wasn't expecting her mother to stand up for her like that, not against him. She opened her eyes, and caught Castiel's empathetic expression in the gloom surrounding them.

"Go to sleep, Faith," he said kindly. "We're not going anywhere."

She nodded, and rolled over, getting comfortable for some sleep. But she couldn't shut out the sound of her parents talking, breathing the words to each other in the dark.

"You really think it's to do with Junior?"

"Do you not see it? When they look at each other?"

"But they're not together."

"I don't blame her. Not after the way Dax was, not after landing herself with this kid, not with that stupid promise to abstain for the rest of her life."

"That promise is going to save her, Dean."

"Still, how do you think it must feel? To want to be with him and know that she can't, not properly?"

"I know how it feels." Castiel sounded sad. Faith realised he was talking about Dean.

"That's not an excuse."

"I never said it was. That's how I felt before Cassandra."

"Stop bringing it up."

"Stop avoiding it."

"What do you want me to say, Cas? If I say you shouldn't have done it, am I saying I didn't want her? If I say that having her in our lives means everything to me, does that mean what you did was okay? It wasn't okay. And it's not okay that you sat on this for eighteen years."

"It never felt right to tell you."

"So you were going to go on letting me think we had her by accident? Would you've bothered to tell me if God wasn't punishing you? If I had done that to you, Cas, or to her-"

"I was desperate, Dean! I thought we only had the week. I couldn't tell if you wanted me or Cassandra-"

"So you ask me."

"You never talk!" Castiel raised his voice, and Faith felt like crying. They were talking about her, she could tell that much. Her, and their relationship. She had thought they were good together. She aspired to having something like their connection, to having someone look at her with that level of devotion, but it sounded like … like her Mom had manipulated her Dad.

"You know how I feel, Cas. You've always known. Just admit you were being selfish."

"Love makes us do stupid things, Dean."

"You. Were. Wrong."

"I've apologised already. I know I shouldn't have done it. But I do not regret it. You won't make me say that."

"But you want me to say it?"

"Of course not. I've seen the way you relate to her. I learned how to be a parent from you. It's you that she turned to when we found her again. I know you love her. But you're not reacting the way I was expecting. The way I know you to react."

"I told you, I was done with missing you both. You're family, as much as Sam is. And you always knew that."

"So what do we do now?"

"We focus on finding Stevie, and getting rid of her. We focus on helping our daughter."

"I meant about us."

Dean was quiet for a few moments, and Faith wondered if he had fallen asleep. Or maybe she was hoping, because his answer could undo her entire world.

"Asking about us is kind of like asking if I'm mad about you making sure you got pregnant, isn't it? And my answer's the same."

"Dean-"

"I'm angry, Cas. But I'm not stupid. And I am done with missing you."

There were a few smacking sounds, and Faith realised that they were kissing. Maybe her father had been right, earlier that night. Relationships were complicated. And she had never wanted to know that her mother had set this whole thing in motion.