Sammy

Dean was starting to get worried.

It had seemed like a good idea at first; cute, sweet, and thoughtful. He'd known that Delilah had always wanted one and he just wanted to make her happy.

But now, he was starting to think that his idea had turned sour.

It had been a cute little thing when he'd first gotten it; Little floppy ears, drool running from it's mouth, and a bark that wouldn't even scare a mouse.

He thought it was one of them pocket size animals. One of them tea-cup pups that Paris Hilton loved. Ya know, the ones that didn't really grow any bigger and stayed small and cuddly.

And most importantly, they didn't look scary.

He was starting to realise that he was wrong. Oh-so-very wrong.

The once small, harmless, cute looking puppy had turned into a worryingly big, drooling mess of a dog.

It was the biggest dog Dean had ever seen. At one point he had even poured holy water over it to make sure it wasn't a hell hound.

And to make it worse? It wasn't even a year old yet.

Damn him; damn him and his stupid idea of getting Delilah a Saint Bernard.

He eyed the dog in question, watching as it rolled over onto it's back, it's favourite ball trapped expertly between it's front paws as he played with it.

It might look cute to anyone else but to Dean, it looked like evil in disguise.

He rolled his eyes when he heard Delilah laugh at the dogs actions. She was in love with it, had been from the moment she laid eyes on it, as had Jack. Dean had been fond of it, gave it a treat here an there, even a pet in the evening when Delilah, Jack and Bobby was in bed and he was left downstairs to watch some TV, only the dog for company.

But now, all he could see was the lion type paws and massive teeth which could probably rip a vampire or werewolf apart.

Delilah would always give him a funny look when he tried telling her that their dog was evil but of course she didn't believe him; didn't believe him when he told her that Sammy – Dean's idea of a joke – gave him the 'stink eye' when no one else was looking.

And he didn't blame her. Hell, he probably sounded like a crazy man but c'mon! A dog isn't suppose to be that big!

Dean tensed, watching as Jack, with a grin on his face, went over to Sammy and took the ball off him. He didn't like the way Jack was so relaxed around the dog when it was almost as big a him.

Ok, in a sense Dean knew he was over reacting. Sammy had never given him a reason to believe he was dangerous. Never snapped, growled or even looked at Jack or Delilah wrong. He was a loyal friend to them, and protector.

He just didn't want to admit that he had a fear of dogs.

Stupid ghost sickness.


Dean looked up, hearing Delilah enter their bedroom. Bobby was away again on a hunt, leaving the house to themselves. Sammy the dog, was asleep on the landing outside of Jack's room. The dog would usually wonder into his room at some time during the night but before then he would make himself comfortable in front of the door, almost like he was keeping watch.

Delilah had a little smile on her face as she close the door behind her before leaning back against it. It made Dean smile.

"What's that look for?" He asked curiously.

She shrugged, pushing herself away from the door, the smile not leaving her face. "I was just watching Jack," She replied, pulling her shirt off. Her scars had faded slightly but Dean knew from experience that she would always have them. "It's just...He's so grown up now, you know?" She continued, unbuttoning her pants.

Dean's head bobbed up and down as he agreed. "I know," He replied, laying back with his hands behind his head as he enjoyed the show. "He was what? Five when I met 'im." He shook his head. "S'crazy."

She nodded back at him. "And now he's seven." She responded, kicking her pants away and sitting on the bed in her underwear. "I feel old." She joked.

Dean scoffed playfully. "If you're old then I'm ancient." She laughed at his response and he couldn't help but grin as he held out his hand. "C'mere." He ordered her lightly.

Her laughter died but a smile stayed on her face as she crawled over to him, snuggling herself close to him, her head resting on his chest. She sighed happily, lazily drawing patterns on his belly, making him shiver. "He's eight this year. Now that's crazy."

"Mm," He hummed in agreement, his eyes falling shut as he enjoyed the feeling of her fingers on his stomach.

"No." She told him, amusement in her voice.

His eyes shot open. "how'd you kno-"

She cut him off. "'Cause you always want sex," She joked before letting out a yawn. "But not tonight. M'too tired."

He pouted but decided to drop the idea. Instead, he had something else he wanted to talk with her about..."I think we should teach Jack to shoot." He blurted out.

Delilah's eyes widened and she sat up, twisting her body slightly so she could look down at him. "What?" She questioned, shocked.

He shrugged, hoping she wouldn't get mad. "He's a sensible kid n' I knew how to shoot when I was younger than 'im." He replied. "I'm not sayin' we teach him how to hunt or anythin'...It's just tha' I want 'im to be able to defend himself If anythin' does happen, ya know?"

Her first instinct was to tell him 'no'; tell him that her baby wasn't going any where near such a dangerous object but she knew Dean had a point and it would give her some comfort knowing that Jack knew how to protect himself. She sighed, suddenly feeling a headache coming on. "I'll sleep on it." She responded eventually. "I mean, I see your point but..." She trailed off.

"You're worried," He finished for her, giving her a sympathetic smile. "I know, baby. D'ya think I want him to have to handle a weapon?" He questioned, shaking his head. "In a ideal world; no, never," He answered his own question. "But this isn't a ideal world n it's better to be safe than sorry, right?"

She nodded in reply, laying back against the bed and staring up at the ceiling.

"If you think it's a good idea then ya know I'll look after 'im, right?" He questioned nervously, turning his head so he could watch her expression. He grabbed her hand as he continued. "I wouldn't do anything that I didn't think was safe or put him at risk."

She nodded without hesitation. "I know you wouldn't." She replied, giving him a small smile. "I just...I still see him as a baby n it's hard imagining him with a gun."

Dean chuckled. "He ain't gonna be carryin' it around with 'im, ya know." He told her, nudging her playfully; she smiled, amused. "Hell, he won't even touch one outside of trainin', 'less he really had to."

She took a deep breath and nodded. "I'll sleep on it." She decided, rolling over and snuggling herself into his chest. "I love you," She told him with a yawn.

Dean smiled softly, resting his lips against her hair. "I love you too, baby."


A few hours later and Delilah woke up alone, the emptiness of her bed having woke her up. She blinked, leaning up on her elbows as she squinted against the darkness, realising that Dean indeed wasn't next to her.

She frowned and got up, clumsily making her way to the door where her robe was hung up. She pulled it down and wrapped it around herself before quietly opening the door. She noticed that Sammy was no longer outside of Jack's room and she peaked inside her sons room, smiling when she saw him cuddling up on the floor next to Jacks bed.

The dog, as if sensing her presence, looked up in alarm before relaxing. He stood up, using his front paws to stretch before tiredly walking towards her.

She smiled again. "Shh, it's okay, Sammy." She whispered to him, rubbing a hand over his head. "Jus' lookin' for Dean." She told him as if he could understand her.

And to a extent, he did, immediately recognising the name and looking towards Delilahs bedroom.

Together they ended up making their way downstairs. Once they reached the bottom they could hear Dean's voice coming from Bobby's library and Sammy followed the sound.

"And no one's called about a missing person?" Dean questioned but they couldn't hear the response. "No, this would have been today." He continued and when Delilah reached him, she saw that he was on the phone. He gave her a smile when he spotted her and it almost had a hint of guilt in it. "So no reports of anything around Vineland and Oak street, near that hotel renovation?" He said into the phone, holding his hand up to Delilah, signalling that he would be two seconds. "Uh, call it a hunch. I've been a cop for a long time." He paused. "Okay, yeah. No, I'll call you tomorrow. You too, man. Bye." He finished, hanging up the phone.

Delilah looked at him curiously, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the entrance of the study, almost smiling at the awkward look Dean gave Sammy when the dog licked his hand. "Who's you talkin' to?" She questioned.

Dean sighed, leaning back against Bobby's chair. "When I was out earlier I heard a scream," He admitted. "Followed the noise n found some claw marks on the wall."

Delilah's eyes widened slightly. "You think you've found a case?" She asked, not sure how to feel about the idea.

He shrugged. "Not sure yet," He replied, giving her a small smile.

She nodded. "Wow, I mean, what're you gonna do?" She questioned, frowning. "It's been a while since you've done anything like this." She was worried. She knew hunting was in his blood and he wouldn't just let innocent people die in his town if he could do something about it but he was out of practice and honestly, she wasn't too sure how she would feel about him being a hunter again, even if it was only temporary.

He shook his head, standing up. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We don't even know if that's what we're dealin' with yet."

"Okay," She agreed, watching as he walked over to her.

He switched off the light before grabbing Delilah's hand. "C'mon, let's go back to bed."

She wasn't going to argue with that.


Dean whistled to himself as he entered Bobby's garage, getting ready to do up some cars. He went over to the work table and picked up some oily rags before turning around. He went to get started on the car but ended up stopping in his place when he noticed a mark on the wall in Bobby's garage.

He frowned, seeing that it was another claw mark, lined with blood. He raised his hand to touch it when something behind him crashed and he quickly went over to his impala, opening the boot and grabbing a hand gun.

Slowly, with his gun ready, he walked over to the noise. He let out a frustrated sign when he realised that the noise was caused by Sammy the dog. "Who let you out, huh?" He questioned the dog.

"Mom." Jack's voice answered from behind him. He eyed Dean suspiciously. "Were you about to shoot the dog?" He asked.

Dean's eyes widened nervously as he slide the gun into the back of his pants. "Um, no?" He replied, although it sounded like a question.

Jack nodded, unconvinced. "I'm telling Mom!" He announced, rushing towards the house.

Dean groaned, throwing his head back. "Dammit." He muttered.

And just like Dean expected, a few minutes later Delilah rounded the corner, amusement on her features as she approached him with her arms crossed over her chest.

"So..." She started, coming to a stop in front of him as he lent back against the impala. "I hear you tried to shoot my dog." She told him, humour in her voice. She knew that Dean wouldn't do such a thing; she just found it funny the way Jack said it.

Dean shrugged. "Technically." He replied sheepishly.

She nodded. "Uh huh," She replied, eyeing him as the amusement disappeared from her voice and worry replaced it. "You wanna tell me what's going on?" She questioned softly.

He sighed, running a hand down his face. "I just have this feeling..." He told her, trailing off as he stared at the claw mark on the wall.

Delilah nodded again, slowly."Is something after us?" She asked him worriedly.

Dean shrugged. "Maybe." He scratched his chin before pushing himself off the car. "Why don't you take Jack to the movies?" He suggested as he slipped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him. "Spend some quality time with 'im while I do a sweep of this place. Jus' to be safe."

She considered it before nodding. "Alright." She replied, not sure how she felt about leaving him to deal with this on his own. "Do you want me to call Bobby back?" She questioned, hopeful. She would feel a lot better if Bobby was here to back him up.

Dean, however, didn't think it was a good idea. "Nah," He told her. "It's probably nothin'." He tried to assure her.

"Alright," She repeated with a sigh. "Just...Be careful, yeah?" She asked of him. "I'm kinda fond of you." She added with a teasing smile.

Dean chuckled, laying a kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry, careful is my middle name." He told her, letting go and giving her a slap on the ass as she turned to leave. Before she was out of sight, he called to her, "Oh, and I'm kinda fond of you, too!" He heard her laugh and couldn't help but smile.

His smile soon faded when he caught sight of the claw mark again. He went to open the boot of the impala to get some weapons when he noticed something that made his blood run cold. "Yellow eyes." He growled.

Azazel grinned. "Hiya, Dean." He greeted cheerfully. "Look what the apocalypse shook loose. You have fun sniffing that trail? 'Cause I sure had fun patting you around."

Dean shook his head in denial. "You can't be..."

Azazel disagreed. "Oh, sure I can!"

Dean pointed at him. "No." He said firmly, his mind running miles per second.

Azazel nodded. "Yeah, kiddo. The big daddy brought your pal Cas back, right? So why not me? Add a little spice to all tha-that sugar."

Deans jaw clenched and he grabbed the gun he had tucked away in the back of his pants. He aimed it at Yellow eyes and squeezed his finger on the trigger.

Azazel rolled his eyes. "Really? After all we've been through together?" He mocked. "You know, you got a great little life here. Pretty Lady, real understanding. Hell of a kid." He taunted. "And how do you keep your lawn so green? I mean, come on, Dean. You never been what I'd call brainy, but did you really think you were gonna get to keep all of this? You had to know that we were coming for you sometime, pal. You can't outrun your past." He raised his hand and started to strangle Dean. Just as Dean passed out, a figure came out behind him.

Sam.


"I liked that movie," Jack commented as Delilah pulled into Bobby's yard.

She smiled, parking the car. "I'm glad." She told him. "We'll have to do this more often."

Jack nodded happily. "I think so." He replied before climbing out of the car.

Delilah did the same, locking the doors behind her. She frowned suddenly, noticing a car that she had never seen before sitting outside. "Stay close to me," She told Jack, a unsettling feeling in her stomach.

Jack did as he was told. "What's going on, Mom?" He questioned as they walked over to the car.

Delilah didn't answer him. Instead, she just kept him close behind her. She inhaled sharply when she noticed a man inside the car, and not only that, but the man was dead. "Don't look." She ordered Jack, turning him around so he couldn't see. "We need to get the guns out of the impala." She had a really bad feeling about this.

Together, they sneaked over to the garage and once they arrived, Delilah opened up the boot, grabbing a shot gun. Holding it in one hand, she took Jacks hand in her empty one and guided it to the back of her shirt. "Don't let go of me, okay?" She told him firmly.

He nodded, putting on a brave face and Delilah couldn't have been more proud of him in that moment.

Giving him a reassuring smile, they then made their way to the house. Slowly, she opened the front door, gun raised. She wasn't expecting to come face-to-face with Dean.

Dean held up his hands, one of them had his phone in it. "Woah, sweetheart." He said to her. "It's just me."

She let out a breath and lowered her weapon. "I wasn't sure. There's a dead guy in a car outside." She told him.

Dean nodded and walked over to her, pulling her into a tight hug. He grabbed Jack's arm and pulled him into the hug as well.

"Ah, Dad?" Jack questioned, his voice muffled. "You're squishing me."

Dean let go of them, his eyes meeting Delilah's. "Where the hell have you been?"

She was taken back by the worry in his voice and she spoke to him softly. "Dean, we were at the movies." She answered.

He let out a breath, looking sheepish as he pulled her into another hug.

Jack eyed Dean suspiciously. "What happened?" He questioned.

Dean pulled a way from Delilah and put his hands on Jack's shoulders. "Go upstairs and pack a bag." He told him before turning to Delilah. "You too."

Delilah frowned. "Why? Where are we going?" She questioned.

"Rose's." He answered her. "Go get ready."

She nodded and went to leave when a new presence in the room caught her eye. Goosebumps formed over her body and tears filled her eyes as her mouth hung open. "Ohmygod," She said in a rush. "Sam?"

Sam smiled, although it was different from how he used to smile. He seemed different. "Hey, Lila." He greeted her.

"Uncle Sam!" Jack shouted, rushing over to him excitedly. He hugged him. "Mom and Dad said that you'd died!"

Sam's questioning eyes turned to Dean, most likely wondering why he was called 'Dad'. Dean shrugged in reply and Sam turned his attention back to the young boy, awkwardly patting his back. "Yeah, I, uh, came back."

Delilah didn't like the awkward feeling that was flowing off Sam. Sam used to love being around Jack and was used to Jack's affectionate side, so why was he now looking as if he wanted to run? She shook her head, getting rid of the thought. God knows what Sam had been through, she had no right to judge. "It's good to have to back, Sam." She told him softly.

Sam's eyes roamed over her, making her frown before he smiled at her as Jack let him go. "It's good to be back," Sam replied. "You're looking well, Lila."

She smiled in reply before turning to Dean. "What's going on?" She asked him, a million questions running through her head.

"Um," Dean scratched the back of his neck. "Somethin' brought Sam back. Dunno what yet, though." He told her.

She nodded. "So how long has he...You know, been back?"

Dean's eyes narrowed as he shot Sam a look. "Two years."

Delilah's eyes widened. "What?" She questioned. "But that's the same amount of time he's been dead."

Dean nodded. "I know, I'll explain everything when we get you safe."

"Okay," She agreed before frowning. "Where's Sammy?" She questioned.

Sam looked at her in confused. "I'm right here."

Dean chuckled. "Not you. The dog, Sammy." He told his brother before turning to Delilah. "I had to lock him upstairs in our room." He replied to her question. "He wouldn't stop barkin' at Sam."

Sam looked at Dean with his mouth open. "You named that dog after me?"

Dean gave him a grin.


"Isn't that-"

"Bobby's truck." Delilah finished Dean's sentence, wonder in her voice. "Huh, how about that..." She trailed off, a grin on her face. So this is where Bobby got to when he went 'hunting'.

Dean chuckled. "Alright, go Bobby." He praised, smiling.

Delilah laughed, feeling gleeful. She always knew that there was something between Rose and Bobby, and it made her happy to think that maybe, just maybe, one of them finally acted on their feelings.

Dean parked in Rose's drive, next to Bobbys truck and they all exited the car. Delilah was the one who knocked on the door while Dean and Sam went and got their bags. Next to her stood Jack and Sammy the dog, which was hard trying to convince Dean to let the 'drooling mess' into the impala, but she managed it.

Rose was the one who answered, her eyes going wide. "Oh, uh, Delilah." She looked panicked; like she's been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "I wasn't expecting you."

Delilah grinned at her. "I'm sure you wasn't. How's Bobby, by the way?"

Rose slapped her arm playfully. "Oh, stop it." She replied, blushing. She frowned when she noticed Dean and Sam pulling bags out of the car. "What's going on?"

"I'll explain later. Is it okay if we stay with you?" Delilah questioned, giving her a small smile.

Rose nodded. "Of course, honey. You know it is." She told her, pulling the door open. "Come on in."

"Rose, babe, who's at the-" Bobby stopped what he was saying, his eyes going wide. "Balls." He muttered before he cleared his throat. "Delilah."

Dean gave him a shit-eating grin. "Hey, Bobby!" She greeted. "Fancy seeing you here, huh?"

Bobby rolled his eyes, holding up his hands. "Yeah, yeah, you caught me."

"Hey, Bobby." Dean greeted, laying the bags on the floor. "So, uh-"

"Shut your pie hole, boy." Bobby warned him.

"I wasn't gonna say anything." Dean defended himself, although he couldn't help the grin that appeared on his face.

Bobby eyed them. "If you're here, something's wrong." He observed.

Dean nodded. "You hit the nail on the head."

"Hey, Bobby." It was Sam's turn to greet him while Rose closed the front.

Bobby grimaced. "Sam."

Dean noticed the lack of surprise about Sam's presence. "You knew? You knew Sam was alive." He accused.

Delilah looked between them. "What?" She questioned, wondering how the hell Bobby could have kept something like that a secret.

Bobby nodded guilty. "Yeah." He admitted.

"How long?" Dean demanded to know.

"Look-"

Dean cut him off. "How long?!"

Delilah swallowed at Dean's tone of voice. She could tell he was hurt and angry. "Jack?" She turned to her son. "Why don't you take Sammy upstairs and get settled, yeah?" She told him.

Jack looked between the two Sam's. "Which one?" He questioned.

She couldn't help it; she snorted. "The dog." She clarified.

He nodded. "Okay, Mom." He replied before going over to the dog and grabbing his leash. "C'mon, Sammy."

Delilah watched as he went up the stairs before going back to the conversation.

"And I'd do it again." Bobby told Dean.

Dean looked hurt. "Why?"

"Because you got out, Dean!" Bobby growled. "You walked away from the life, and I was so damn grateful, you got no idea."

"Don't get me wrong, Bobby, these two years have been the best years of my life but do you have any idea what 'walking away' meant?"

Bobby nodded. "Yeah; a woman and a kid and not getting your guts ripped out at age 30. That's what it meant."

Dean shook his head. "It meant burdening her-" He pointed to Delilah. "-And Jack with my problems. My nightmares, my drinking. That's what it meant."

"Dean," Delilah frowned, raising her voice. "You were never a burden." They didn't hear her however, too caught up in their own argument. She had no idea that he felt that way about himself and the thought saddened her.

"Good." Bobby told him. "Delilah knows you had problems, boy, and she loved you enough to see pass 'em. You have somethin' special, and I wasn't about to let you throw that away for huntin'."

Dean scoffed. "You think I would of left 'em?" He questioned angrily. "Become a hunter again n' throw it all away?" He shook his head. "No way in hell. All I wanted was my brother back!" He confessed and turned to Sam. "I looked so hard, read so many books tryin' to find a way to bring you back, Sam."

Sam frowned. "You promised you'd leave it alone."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Of course I didn't leave it alone! Sue me! Two years? You couldn't put me out of my misery?"

"Look," Bobby interrupted. "I get it wasn't easy, but that's life! And it's as close to happiness as I've ever seen a hunter get. It ain't like I wanted to lie to you, son. But you were out, Dean."

Dean sighed. "Do I look out to you?"


Dean looked up from the couch, watching as Delilah came downstairs. "How's he doing?" He questioned.

Delilah nodded, walking over to where Dean was sitting when she reached the bottom of the stairs. "He's fine. Sleepin'." She answered him, sitting next to him. "How are you?"

"I'm fine." He assured her. "We're gonna be heading out soon. Bobby's gonna be staying here, lookin' out for you."

"You know that's not what I meant." She told him. "Dean, how could you think you're a burden to us?" She questioned, tears forming in her eyes. "I love you. We love you. You're anything but a burden."

Dean sighed. "I don't wanna talk about this." He told her, standing up. He paused and looked down at her. "I'm so sorry."

Delilah frowned, looking up at him. "For what?"

"Those things were coming for me, and I should've known." He said, his voice pained.

Delilah shook her head. "It's not your fault. You couldn't of known." She tried assuring him. "Don't feel guilty."

He disagreed. "How can I not? I should've known. I should've known that if I stayed with you that something would come, because something always does," He sighed. "But I was stupid and reckless and...You can't outrun your past."

Her heart dropped into her stomach. "Tell me you're not saying goodbye." She practically begged.

He shook his head, kneeling down in front of her. "Of course I'm not. I made that mistake once, thinking that if I left it would keep you safe, and I was wrong." He admitted, putting a hand on her cheek. She leaned into it and he rubbed his thumb across her lips, his eyes following the movement. "I'm just saying that I'm sorry...For everything. Everything."

She shook her head, a tear rolling down her cheek which he caught with his thumb. "Don't be sorry," She whispered. "I love you and everything's going to work out." It has to. "You'll see."


Delilah smiled in relief when Dean opened the door to Rose's spare bedroom which her, Jack and Sammy were staying in. She had been worried about him, unable to sleep so she decided to read one of Rose's books. Although she couldn't tell you anything that actually happened in it since her mind was too preoccupied with thoughts of Dean.

"Hey, baby." Dean greeted her, closing the door behind him. He grimaced when Sammy paddled over to him and started licking his hand. "Yeah, yeah, good boy." He shooed the dog away before removing his jacket and sitting on the bed next to Delilah and Jack's sleeping form. "Any room for me in there?" He joked.

Delilah laughed and nodded. "Yeah. How'd the hunt go?"

Dean smiled, rubbing his hand up and down Jack's back. The boy looked so much younger when he was sleeping. "Alright." He replied. "Sammy wanted me to go hunting with him again." He admitted.

"Right..." She replied, unsure how to respond. "What did you say?"

"I told him no." He assured her. "But...Something bad is happening, Lila."

She felt a shiver run through her body at the seriousness of his voice. "Like what?"

"Samuel," He started to say but stopped when he noticed the confusion on her face. "My grandfather; don't ask," He quickly added and she nodded, still looking confused. "He said that something's wrong, nocturnals attacking in broad daylight, werewolves out on the half-moon, creatures that we've never even seen before suddenly appearing..." He sighed, running a hand down his face. "Somethings not right."

Delilah swallowed thickly and took a deep breath. "Maybe it's time to teach Jack to shoot."

Dean nodded in agreement. "I think that's best. I'll start his training tomorrow." He told her and reached over to grab her hand. He hated how worried she looked. "Don't worry, I'ma keep you both safe, alright?" He assured her, squeezing her hand. "Nothing bad's gonna happen to you."

She gave him a nervous smile. "I know."