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Author's Note: Sorry I haven't been working on this…it's been dead week this week and I'm stressed to the max. I've got lots of essay tests and projects and papers to finish for this week, but the good news is that after this Thursday, I'll be able to focus on this a lot more! Oh, and for those of you who don't know…The WB has decided to give "Supernatural" fans a special Christmas present! 5 nights of episodes the week after Christmas! They're re-airing the pilot! YAY! Anywho, enjoy this chapter!

Chapter Three: Where to go from here…

Sam heard Micah's words loud and clear. He also heard the tense silence that followed them. Lilia hadn't noticed, but Sam was nervously awaiting Dean's response. He'd never dealt with this sort of thing before. Sure, there was a possibility that Dean had illegitimate children out there somewhere, but how often did he see the girls he'd been with ever again? Sam could only hope that he'd handle it with dignity and maturity.

"I'm what?" Dean said, his eyes large with surprise. She'd thought of those big hazel green eyes often while he was gone.

"You're Lilia's father," Micah rephrased, sitting next to him where he landed on the couch.

He says nothing for a long time, just sits there, looking at Micah as though he's just seen…well, a ghost, only Dean didn't look like that when he saw ghosts.

"Dean, are you still here?" she says slowly. She was afraid that he would react in a strange way. The last thing she wanted to do was push him away. "Dean, answer me."

"I just, I don't understand," he mumbles, his head falling into his hands.

"I was hoping that would be the last thing I would have to explain to you," she jokes, leaning back into the overstuffed cushions.

"Very funny. You're sure…you're absolutely, 100 sure."

She looks at him, all the laughter leaving her face. She hadn't expected him to doubt her faithfulness to him - or his memory for that matter. "What do you mean? You think that I just sleep with every stranger who wanders into this town? Dean, it's hard for me to touch other people's car keys without going all nutso. You've got to be kidding me!"

"No, I…I didn't mean it like that!"

"Then how did you mean it? Not everyone's like you. And speaking of you, as long as we're on the subject of ourselves and our conquests: how many women have you slept with since you left five years ago? Since you say you never stopped loving me…" she scoffs, trying to get back at him.

"That's beside the point. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I wasn't thinking. Micah, please…it's not everyday I find out that I'm the father of a five year old girl who's mother is the only woman I've ever loved besides my own mother. It's not something I'm used to doing."

She faces him, her eyes softening. "The only woman you've ever loved?" she smiles a bit, feeling stupid for trying to upset him. "We're acting like kids. Why don't we go into the kitchen and sit with our daughter?"

"She doesn't know who I am, does she?" Dean asks, not moving from the couch as Micah stands.

"She knows that her daddy is a great man. I didn't know if you were ever going to come back. What did you want me to say, Dean?"

"I don't know. What do you plan on saying now that I'm here?" he asks softly, taking her hand in his. He is apprehensive, but she doesn't go into 'vision' mode.

"That's a good question. I think part of that depends on you."

"What do you mean, 'depends on' me?" he inquires, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"Well, do you plan on staying here, or are you planning on leaving again?" she doesn't mean to sound as angry as it comes out.

He looks up at her, surprised by her blunt attitude. He hadn't really thought of the future. He had a little girl now, a family to think about. He'd never imagined himself in this position. This was Sam's life. At the same time, he wasn't sure that he could leave Micah again. It would hurt him too much.

"I hadn't thought about it. I don't know what to do," he caves, slumping back into the couch, letting go of Micah's hand.

"I'm not going to pressure you for an answer. I know how hard it is for you to make a decision between your brother and your daughter. I can't ask you to make a snap judgment on what's going to be best for you, or any of us."

"It's not just about choosing between Sam and Lilia. There's you, too. I told you that I'm still in love with you, and I am. I just don't know where to go from here."

A/N: Sorry this is so short. I've been finishing up the semester and have been busy, and not able to concentrate. After this Friday, I'll have a lot more time to work on it, I promise! Let me know what you think!