Sam was surprised when they pulled up to a nice suburban neighborhood in front of a gray house with flower boxes under the windows. It wasn't like anywhere he was used to being and not quite what he had been expecting after meeting Hank and Erin. The boxes were barren given that it was the middle of winter in Chicago, but Sam could easily imagine bright colored flowers growing in those boxes come spring making the perfect image of what the exterior of an apple pie life would look like minus the white fence.

Dean shut off the car and climbed out with Sam not far behind as they crossed the quiet street. It was already getting dark but lights were on in the house showing that someone was home. Dean hopped up the stoop steps and knocked on the bright red door without any hesitation, Dean's fingers tapped restlessly against his thigh as he waited impatiently for someone to answer the door.

A woman's voice could be heard through the door, though Sam couldn't make out what she had said and was quickly followed by a gruff voice. Foot steps could be heard walking toward the door before it was pulled open to reveal a boy that was obviously Hank's son. The young man bore a striking resemblance to his father, especially when he eyed Sam suspicously before looking to Dean.

"Hey Justin, how you doing?" Dean asked as he stepped closer.

"Fine, who's with ya?" Justin asked as he studied Sam again and Sam almost felt the need to squirm as the kid did an alarmingly good impression of his father.

"This is my brother, Sam." Dean said with a smile and Justin quirked a brow as he looked between the two.

"You two don't really look alike. I had started to think you were making up this brother of yours since you'd never brought him around." Justin said and opened the door wide as he stepped out of the way. Dean snorted at Justin's logic.

"Dude, if I was going to make something up, it wouldn't be having a nerdy little brother." Dean said as he stepped inside.

"Hey!" Sam said in fake offense, making Dean chuckle and Justin smirked.

"Mom's in the kitchen, and Rosie's at a friend's. Erin's going to pick her up on her way home." Justin said as he shut the door behind Sam. Sam saw his brother's face fall a little at having to wait a little longer, but nodded.

"Thanks, Justin." Dean said and held out his hand for Justin to shake.

"No problem," Justin said and gave Dean's hand a brief shake.

"How long you planning on staying?" Justin asked as he glanced toward Sam.

"A couple days. I've missed my girl and figure she should get a chance to get to know her other uncle." Justin nodded and headed up the stairs without a backward glance. Sam was a little puzzled by the boy, but Dean didn't seem to think anything of it.

"Is he always like that?" Sam asked and Dean shrugged.

"Justin's a lot like his dad, he's not much of a people person. He's actually a good kid, just give him some time to warm up to you." Sam nodded, but he highly doubted the kid was going to warm up to him. As much as Dean denied it, he was the people person of the two and if it had taken years for Hank to warm up to Dean and Justin was just like his dad then Sam highly doubted either one was likely to warm up to him anytime soon, especially with the bad impression he seemed to have already made.

Dean kicked off his shoes and Sam followed suit before following Dean further into the house. Going down the hallway an enticing smell drifted through the air that made Sam's mouth water. Dean made a noise as he smelled the air and walked a little faster. Dean lead them into a kitchen with a petite woman standing in front of a stove stirring a large pot.

"I don't know what it is that you do to make everything smell so good, but it smells like heaven in here." Dean said and the woman jumped a little before turning around to face them. It took a second for her to realize who was in front of her but when she did a bright smile came to her face.

"Dean!" She cheered and quickly walked toward them, pulling Dean into a tight hug much to Sam's surprise. This woman was beautiful and all but radiated joy, the complete opposite of her husband.

"Hey mama." Dean replied and laid a kiss to her cheek, something Sam had never seen Dean do before. She beamed and took a step back, giving Dean a once over before noticing Sam.

"And this must be Sam." She said, her smile never dimming as she stepped around Dean and pulled Sam into a tight hug, much to his surprise and Dean's amusement as he saw his little brother's surprised and uncomfortable face.

"Yeah, this is Sammy. Figured it was about time I dragged him along." Dean said and Camille patted his shoulder with a warm smile.

"I've heard so much about you Sam, it's like I already know you. It's so good to meet you. I'm Camille, but you can call mama if you want, Dean and Erin do." Camille said and held out her hand this time which Sam easily took. He was amazed at how different she was from the other members of her family, it was almost like night and day.

"It's good to meet you too, Camille." Sam said with a smile.

"Well, I guess it's a good thing I was making spaghetti or else I wouldn't have had enough for the two of you. How long are you planning on staying? I'm going to have to make a trip to the grocery store tomorrow."

"A couple days. I want Rosie to get the chance to meet and get to know Sammy." Dean stated and Camille nodded.

"Of course." She said with a nod.

"You're more than welcome to stay in the guest room, Sam. I'll have Justin put clean sheets on the bed after dinner."

"We'll have to run it by Rosie first. Told Sam she makes the finally decision of whether he stays or has to find his own place for a couple days." Dean said with a smile and Camille laughed.

"Of course, but either way we won't have Sam sleeping in some motel, we'll just sneak him in and out when she's not looking." Camille said conspiratorially with a mischievous glint in her eye that made Sam like her even more.

"Speaking of the little princess, she should be home here in a couple minutes. Meredith picked her up from school for me so she could have a play date with Lexi. Those two have been all but connected at the hip the last three months."

"Would have thought Hank would want to pick her up. He usually jumps at any chance to have a beer with Al." Dean said as he sank into a chair at the table.

"Which is exactly why I didn't ask him to pick her up. I'd like to eat dinner while it's still warm thank you." Camille sassed and Sam chuckled along with his brother.

The three made idle conversation for a while till they heard the door open and the sound of a little voice talking loudly about what she had done over at Lexi's house filled the room. Sam watched as his brother's face immediately brightened at the sound. Dean stood from the table, moving closer to the door way, all conversation between the three adults over as the elusive little girl was about to make her entrance.

Sam stood back as a little girl with sandy blonde hair walked into the kitchen in front of Erin. She turned to face the room and her bright green eyes widened as she spotted Dean standing next to the table.

"Daddy!" She squealed and ran toward him with her arm spread wide. Dean must have been expecting this since he caught her with ease and hugged her tight to his chest.

"Hey, baby girl. God, I've missed you." Dean mumbled into her hair as her arms snaked around his neck to pull herself closer. The scene was heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time, and Sam felt a little choked as he looked on.

With practiced ease Dean moved her so she wasn't crushed to his chest anymore and could look around the room though her eyes never left her father. Sam took the opportunity to study the two, seeing the obvious Winchester features in the little girl with her green eyes and pouty lips, giving her a striking resemblance to her father, but Sam could also see little bits of Erin in the little girl with her angular nose and cheekbones along with the sandy blonde hair that was maybe a shade or two lighter than her mother's.

Rosie had immediately started filling Dean in on everything he had missed since the last time he had visited and Dean listened with rapped attention. Sam doubted that Dean would have noticed a bomb going off, he was so focused on not missing a thing she was saying. Erin had disappeared through another door way, but Camille slid up next to Sam and leaned against the kitchen island.

"It's always like this. It's almost like the two are magnets. When Dean's here, it's like they're in their own little world and it's near impossible to get to the two away from each other. I've never seen a little girl so in love with her father." Camille said gently and Sam felt the lump in his throat grow bigger with the information, knowing that in a few short months that little girl may never see her father again.

Dean may have meant this visit to be for Sam to finally meet his niece and her family so he could protect them once Dean was gone, but this scene only drove Sam to fight harder to save Dean. His heart gave a sharp squeeze at the idea of having to tell that little girl that her daddy was gone. Dean needed to live, Dean needed to be here to have more time with that innocent little girl that he so obviously loved more than anything and deserved to see grow up.

It took almost twenty minutes for Rosie to notice that someone she didn't know was in the room with them. Her eyes scanned the room when she mentioned something about her grandmother, obviously looking for her to corroborate her story, but instead found Sam leaning against the wall across the room.

"Who are you?" Rosie asked and Dean looked away from her for the first time to see what she was looking at.

"I've told you about your Uncle Sammy." Dean said and she tilted her head as she looked at Sam, a glimpse of her mother coming through as she examined Sam with a serious expression.

"I thought he would be smaller." She said seriously and Dean burst into laughter while Sam chuckled. Sam moved closer and squatted down in front of his brother and niece.

"It's very nice to meet you Rosie. I've been looking forward to this for a while now." Rosie studied Sam for a moment longer before looking back to Dean with a serious face.

"Does this mean I get more presents on my birthday?" She asked and Dean once again couldn't hold back the laughter while Sam looked on a little perplexed by the little girl's question.

"Maybe, and if you're a very good girl, you might get something extra at Christmas too." Rosie smiled as she looked back to Sam.

"Okay, you can be my uncle." Sam laughed from the sheer ridiculousness of the comment, but could already feel himself falling in love with this little piece of Dean that was still completely innocent and unmarred by the world outside of her little bubble.

"Well Uncle Sammy's in a bit of a situation, sweetheart. You see, I'm staying with you and Uncle Sammy has nowhere to stay, you think he can stay with us for a couple days?" Dean asked with an amused smile. Rosie seemed to think about it before looking at Sam and then back to her father.

"I guess, but he has to stay in the empty room. He's too big for my bed." She said sternly as she crossed her arms and the brother's once again dissolved into laughter.