Think you can handle it?

Delilah wrapped a blanket around herself as she watched TV. Dean and Sam had been gone for over an hour and she was waiting for Bobby John to wake up for a feeding before she took him upstairs to bed.

Actually, that was her excuse for not going to bed yet. She was still unsettled by Jack's behavior and she wanted to talk it out with Dean, and find out how their talk went but they hadn't had any time.

She was so scared he was going to grow up and be a hunter. She knew it was in his blood and everyday he seemed to be edging towards the same fate. It seemed like it was only yesterday that he was playing with his cars and now all he wanted was toy guns and to help her salt line the doors and windows.

It was almost as if he had changed from a kid into a adult over night. Tears filled her eyes and she took a deep breath, wondering how she had let her son lead down this path. She'd tried her best to raise him on her own with what she had but she knew there wasn't a lot she could of done for him with her meaning to be dead and everything, and no one even knowing that he existed.

She didn't want to have to home school him. She wanted him to go out, meet friends and be a kid but it wasn't possible and she hated herself for that, for allowing him to grow up isolated from other children.

Maybe that's why he grew up so quickly; because he never really had much chance of being a kid.

She had tried to get Bobby to find other hunters who had kids that she could socialize Jack with but it was no use. Peter was always very strict about who knew about Delilah and Jack's existence, and it wasn't too often that a hunter actually had any children.

Peter would refused to let Delilah talk to any hunter who he didn't know or trust which pretty much left Bobby.

Tears started running down her cheeks and she couldn't help but blame herself. She should have tried harder; argued with Peter but she didn't. She didn't feel like she had the right to since Peter had given her a home and stood by her with Jack. She owed him a lot.

She just hoped her weakness won't get him killed one day. The thought made her hold a sob in as she leant her head back against the couch and squeezed her eyes shut, causing more tears to fall. "I'm so sorry, baby."

She felt like the worse Mom alive. All she wanted to do was keep him safe and loved, bring him up right and keep him happy but she hadn't realized that during all that time, he had been exposed to so much, too much, of things he shouldn't of known about.

How the hell did he know about hunting anyway?

She snorted, knowing that again, it was probably her own fault. Kids are smart and catch on easily but what surprised her the most is Jack's attitude towards it all. He's not scared, he's just...Normal about it all, but maybe that's because he's grown up around it.

She really really was the worlds worst mother.

She sniffled, trying to clear her blocked nose and at the same time, Bobby John started crying. Taking a deep breath, she wiped her cheeks before turning towards him and picking him up. "Shh, shh, shh," She mumbled softly, hugging him close to her chest. "Hm? C'mon," She said, standing up. "You hungry, BJ?" She paused in her spot and laughed slightly. "'M not using those initials again."

She made her way into the kitchen and quickly made him some formula before taking him back into the livingroom and sitting on the sofa with him laying down in her arms. She smiled softly as he drank from the bottle and thoughts of her and Dean having a baby filled her head once again.

It was a happy thought but her smile fell from her face. She didn't deserve to have another kid; she couldn't even bring up the one she had properly.

Taking a deep breath yet again, she pushed the thought from her head and concentrated on feeding the baby. It wasn't long before the bottle was empty and she was burping him before getting ready to change his diaper.

She grabbed the blanket which laid on the couch where she had left it and laid it on the floor. Keeping a firm grip on Bobby John, she straightened the blanket before folding it in half for extra padding and laying him on it.

She put her hands on her knees and reached for the pack of diapers. She changed him easily and gave him a little teddy they had brought – well, more like, stole – from the grocery's to play with while she threw the dirty diaper in the bin.

While her back was turned, she heard a strange noise soon followed by the baby's cries and she quickly rushed back over to him.

The sight she found made her heart drop into her stomach.

Blood and skin was everywhere, coating the couch, TV, and carpet. She wanted to throw up and cry until she realized that Bobby John was making noises. She smiled in relief and glanced down at him.

"Oh my god..." She breathed, confused as hell.

Bobby John was no longer Bobby John. Instead, he looked like the cute little black baby which was on the side of the diapers they brought.

She picked him up carefully, trying not to get any of the blood or skin onto her clothes and the baby giggles happily. She couldn't help but smile back. "That's a hell of a trick you have there." She told him, amazed. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, huh?"


She had just managed to Bobby John off to sleep when her cell rang and she rushed down the stairs to find it.

"Yeah?" She answered, a little breathless.

"Hey, babe, so-" He cleared his throat, getting straight to the point. "-We talked to the father. He checks out, but the baby..." He trailed off.

She snorted. "Yeah, I know."

Dean continued. "I think the shapeshifter is his dad." He paused, his mind finally registering what she said. "Wait, you know?"

She nodded, although he couldn't see her. "Yep." She confirmed, popping the 'p'. "And you've got a lot of cleaning to do." She informed him, glancing at the bloody mess which was Bobby's livingroom.

Dean groaned on the phone, knowing how much mess a shapeshifter can make. "We'll be back within the hour."

"Alright. I love you."

"I love you too, baby."


Delilah sighed, not missing this part of being a Mom to a baby. "C'mon, baby, shh, stop crying." She pleaded. She had tried giving him some more food but he wasn't interested and she had tried burping, changing, checking to make sure his clothes weren't too tight, checking that he wasn't too hot, or cold, and nothing was working.

A knock on the front door made her sigh in relief and she quickly laid him down in the crib. It was Jack's old one which had been stored in one of Bobby's extra rooms. "I'll be back in a minute." She told him and winced when he continued to cry.

Jogging down the stairs, she made it to the front door in record time. She was just happy Sam and Dean were back. It meant that she could finally get some sleep and they could take over for a little while. She had no idea how she used to handle this every night when Jack was a baby.

She swung the front door open and jumped slightly in surprise when she realized that it wasn't Sam or Dean at the door. Instead, it was what looked like a police officer. The moment she saw him she knew something wasn't right. "Can I help you?" She asked politely, putting on a fake smile.

The officer nodded. "Is everything alright in here?" He questioned, looking concerned.

Behind the door, she reached onto a side cabinet and wrapped her hand around a silver knife that Dean had left there for her. "I don't know what you mean." She told him apologetically.

"Your baby-"

She cut him off. "He's just teething."

The officer didn't look as if he believed her. "We've been getting complaints about the noise from your neighbors."

She raised her eyebrows at that. The closest house to theirs was Peter's old house and that was about five minutes away. "I-"

He cut her off. "I don't have time for this." He growled, roughly shoving himself past her.

Once she regained her balance, she immediately raised her hand and went to stab him in the heart but he turned around, possibly sensing her movement and her knife only scrapped him across the face. He hissed and shoved her, hard.

The back of her legs hit the coffee table, causing her to fall backwards and slam her head against the floor. She groaned, the pain was horrid and she couldn't concentrate properly. The shifters movement towards her was unfocused and she tried to scurry backwards.

"Hey!" A voice shouted out, causing them both to turn around. Delilah had to squint in order to make the figure out and once she did, her heart stopped. "Stay away from my Mom!" Jack shouted, holding up the pistol Dean left her towards the shifter.

Delilah panicked as the shifter laughed and started moving towards the young boy, obviously not seeing Jack as much of a fret. "Jack!" She screamed, fearfully. She'd never been so scared in her life. "In the heart! Shoot the heart!"

It was the first time she had witnessed him use a weapon, and the skills which Dean said made Jack a 'natural'. Dean wasn't wrong about that one.

Jack immediately listened to his Mom and closed one eye as he lined up the shot. Taking a breath like Dean had taught him, he squeezed the trigger. The silver bullet pierced the shifters heart, causing his eyes to widen and he dropped to the floor, dead.

Jack looked shocked for a moment before he clicked on the safety of the gun and rushed towards his Mom. Falling to his knees beside her, he hugged her tightly. "Mom! Are you okay?"

It amazed her how he just went from shooting a shifter in the heart without even blinking to hugging her with big, tearful eyes. "I'm fine." She told him, her voice wavering. "I-uh- you..." She stuttered, not knowing what to say.

Should she be angry with him? No, he saved her. Saved them. It was one of the reasons Dean was teaching him how to shoot. Then again, him saving Delilah wasn't exactly one of the things they had in mind. It was meant to be in case something happened and for whatever reason that Dean and Delilah wasn't around to help him, he could defend himself.

"Did you see me, Mom?" His tears were suddenly gone and he looked excited. "I did it! I'm just like you, Dad, Bobby, Uncle Peter and Sam and-"

She couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm and she opened her mouth to reply when Dean's voice stopped her.

"What the hell?!" He said worriedly as him and Sam stepped through the door. "Lila? Jack?" He spotted them and ran over to them. "Are you okay?" He questioned frantically, one hand going to Jack's shoulder and the other going to Delilah's.

"We're fine." Jack replied happily. "I saved Mom."

Dean's eyed widened and he turned to Delilah. She nodded at him with a sad smile and he turned back to Jack, pulling him into a hard hug. "I'm sorry you had to do that," He whispered, laying a kiss to Jack's head before pulling away. "But..you- you did a good job." He hadn't to admit it but it was true.

That made his grin widen and Dean and Delilah looked at each other, neither of them really sure how to react so Dean pulled them into a hug and rested his head on top of hers.


Later that night, after Sam took the baby back to Samuel, Dean and Delilah laid in bed, both of them lost in thought as they stared at the ceiling.

Delilah couldn't get the picture of Jack out of her head and Dean was in the same position except he was mostly worrying how one simple little hunt had managed to worm it's way into his home without him knowing.

He vowed in that moment that he would never let anything to do with hunting into his home again, even if it came in the form of a cute little baby. It wasn't worth the risk, no matter how safe or non-dangerous it seemed at the time.

"Dean?" Delilah whispered absently, her gaze not moving from the ceiling.

Breaking away from his thoughts, he turned his head towards her. "Yeah, babe?"

Sensing his eyes on her, she returned his gaze. "Do you...Do you want to...hunt again?" She managed to question.

He frowned at her. "What makes you say that?" He questioned in return.

She swallowed thickly, worried that he was avoiding her question. "'Cause it's in your blood." She answered simply.

He gave her a half smile and reached up, his thumb brushing against her cheek as he held her gaze. "But it's not in my heart."

She released a breath and gave him a smile of her own, knowing exactly what he was saying; it may be in his blood but it wasn't in his heart like her and Jack was. "If you want to start again, you know you can, right?" She told him weakly, the thought making her heart clench but she knew that she had to tell him.

He nodded, confused. "Yeah, but I don't wanna." He told her confidently. "What's bringing this up, huh? You tryin'a get rid of me?" He joked but his heart wasn't in it, worried that it was exactly what she was trying to do.

She immediately shook her head. "No, no." She assured him. "I just don't want you to feel like you have to stay around cause of us."

Reaching down, he grabbed her left hand in his and brought it up between their faces. Fiddling with her engagement ring between his fingers, he assured her, "When I gave you this, I meant forever, sweetheart." He told her. "And that's what I plan, soon as I have enough money to buy you some big, white, fancy-ass dress."

She let out a laugh. "'Big', huh?" She teased him. "You tryin' to tell me somethin'?"

Seeing the amusement in her eyes, he went along with her little joke. "Well..." He tsk'ed. "You have put on a few pounds lately. Must be all that pie."

Laughing loudly, she whacked his arm. "It's you whose been eatin' pie, you cheeky ass."

He chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you need to say to make yourself feel better."

Shaking her head in amusement, she turned her head forward again and stared back up at the ceiling. Biting the inside of her cheek, she couldn't help but ponder on what usually came after marriage..."Do you want kids?" She questioned before she could chicken out. "You know, in a few years or whatever."

The questioned caught Dean off guard and lines appeared on his forehead as he thought about it. "Don't know," He replied honestly. "I never thought I'd have 'em so never gave it much thought." He admitted, glancing at her. "What about you?"

She really hoped it wouldn't freak him out but... "Yeah, I mean, I wouldn't mind it." She told him nervously. "Well, maybe..." Why did she think it would be a good idea to bring it up after she'd already come to the conclusion that she probably wasn't a good enough mother to have another child?

Dean, oblivious to her thoughts, gave a soft smile. "I can see why. You're a good Mom. A natural."

She didn't realize it but she stared at him with her mouth open in disbelief. She could understand him telling her that she was a good Mom. After all, he was her fiancé and he would hardly tell her that she was a shit Mom, but... a natural? "Seriously?"

He looked taken back. "Well, yeah," He said, frowning at her. "Don't'chu think so?"

Slowly, with her mouth still open, she shook her head. "Well, no." She dead-panned. Honestly, a part of her was relieved that the conversation had taken this turn. She could tell him her doubts about her ability to be a mother and hopefully he would assure her that she was fine, but at the same time, she was worried. What if she told him all the reasons why she was a bad mother and it opened his eyes, made him realize that she was indeed a bad mother. "My eight year old son shot dead a shape-shifter today. Where's my mother of the year award?" She questioned sarcastically.

He went to laugh but the look on her face made his realize that she was serious and he stopped himself. "You're serious about his." He noted. "You really think you're a bad mom, don't you?" He said, sitting up and shifting his body in her direction. "What the hell makes you think that?"

She gulped, seeing slight anger lines on his face, and slowly sat up with him. "Well..." She started, taking a deep breath and finding herself unable to look him in the eye. "He has no friends his own age."

"Which probably saved his life." Dean replied quickly.

Tilting her head to the side, she realized he had a slight point. The more people who knew about Jack, the more his life would have been at risk. The fucker who killed her parents would have gone straight for Jack had he known of Jack's existence. He easily managed to find Delilah, despite her knowing barely anyone so she didn't doubt that he would have been able to find them a lot easier if they'd known more people. "Ok..." She cleared her throat. "A good Mom wouldn't let their eight year old learn how to shoot." She pointed out.

Dean shook his head in disagreement. "Load'sa people teach their kids to shoot, for a lot smaller reasons than you did." He told her. "You did it so Jack could defend himself, and in this world, it's the best gift a mother could give a kid." He said firmly. "The amount of people who've died by demons, werewolves, vampires...It wouldn't of happened if they'd known how to kill 'em." He continued. "And if Jack didn't know how to handle a gun, you n him..." He cleared his throat. "Might not'a made it tonight." He told her in a strained voice.

She looked at him sadly, seeing how that thought effected him. "We're fine Dean." She assured him.

He nodded at her and raise his eyebrows. "Yeah, you are, and why is that?"

Because she allowed Dean to teach Jack how to handle a gun. Biting her lip, she glanced down at her hands. If she wasn't a bad mother like Dean was trying to tell her, then why the hell did she feel so damn guilty? "What if he grows up to be a hunter?" She questioned quietly, glancing up at Dean with a fearful expression. "That will be my fault."

"Lila..." He took a deep breath, trying to find his words. "It's outta your hands." He told her softly. "You know better than anyone that those bastards out there always find a way to worm you into their world." He continued, lifting a hand up to her chin and using his index finger to get her to meet his eyes. "But I won't let it happen, alright?" He assured her, his eyes burning into her own. "No way in hell. I'll die before it happens." His voice cracked slightly as his hand dropped away from her chin.

She nodded at him and took a deep breath, trying to stop her bottom lip from trembling. She had no idea how she'd ever got so lucky to find a guy that not only supported, understood and looked after her, but who also took on her son like he was his own and loved him as fiercely as she did.

Laying back down, he smirked slightly. "And one day...Yeah, I reckon I'll get'cha up the duff." He nodded, glancing at her. "Think you can handle another Winchester, sweetheart?" He questioned with a lop-sided smile.

Her heart skipped a beat and she returned his smile. "I already have you and Jack so..." She nodded, her smile staying. "Yeah, I think I'll do alright." And it was true, Jack couldn't be more of a Winchester, even if he wasn't biologically Dean's son.