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A/N: Okay, so the last chapter didn't get very many reviews, but I am determined to finish this story and do it justice. I have a lot of ideas and am not exactly sure which way to go. I'm still trying to decide if Dean and Micah deserve a happy ending, or if Dean is simply destined to never be truly happy. If you've got any advice, let me know! Now, on with the story…

Chapter Five: Out of body…

Dean's words seemed to echo around the small, sunlit kitchen. It was almost as if someone else had said them, but he knew better. The silence that followed the words filled in the air around and between them. Micah couldn't quite believe what she had just heard.

"What?" The reply came simultaneously from two very different voices. Dean had seen Micah's lips move, but when he turned around, he wasn't exactly surprised to see Sam standing in the doorway, a look of pure delight on his face.

"I think it's the right thing to do," he explains, letting Micah out of his embrace and moving to sit at the kitchen table.

"Dean, I- What about your dad?" Micah asks the question that both she and Sam are thinking.

"I'm a grown man! I think I can make my own decisions. Sammy's here to carry on the family business, and I have no problem helping out - on occasion. Micah, I want to be involved in our daughter's life, alright?" He looks up at her, his eyes grave.

"If that's what you really want, I'm not complaining," she answers, her lips curving into a giant smile, her body literally buzzing with joy. Making eye contact with Sam, her face suddenly drops and she leans heavily against the counter. "But what about you, Sammy? You are his brother. You have a choice in this, too."

"Hey, I'm here to make sure that Dean does whatever makes him happy, and I know for a fact that this is it," the younger Winchester grins, never looking away from Micah.

"Why do you two do that all the time?" Dean sighs, exasperated. The other two fix him with looks of curiosity. "I'm sitting right here. You can talk to me!"

"Sorry," Micah laughs, striding over to him and sitting on an outstretched thigh. "I always forget that you're actually paying attention."

Growling at her playfully, he presses his lips against hers quickly. When he pulls away, it's not far, and she immediately recaptures his lips in a passionate kiss. Grinning wildly, Sam slips out of the room and sits down on the carpet in the living room next to Lilia.

It amazed him how much the tiny girl reminded him of his brother. True, she had her mother's eyes and nose, but her smile and hair were inherited from Dean. She even acted like him - at this age, only his good qualities came out in her, thank goodness. But someday, Sam knew that his niece would be as stubborn as her hard headed father. The thought made him smile.

In the kitchen, Micah still sat perched on Dean's leg, her arms hanging loosely around his neck, his wrapped around her waist. "Are you sure about this?" she asks quietly, still not sure she heard him correctly.

"I don't think that I've ever been so sure of anything in my life. I want something more than what I've got on the road with Sammy. I want something real," he reassures her, running a hand over her hair. "The way you keep talking, it sounds like you want to get rid of me."

"Never," she gasps exaggeratedly, a small giggle escaping her lips. "Would you like to tell your daughter the good news? She's never had a daddy before. She'll be ecstatic."

Kissing her again, he feels his heart swell in his chest. My daughter, he thinks to himself, smiling against Micah's lips. Dean Winchester, family man.

"Let's go break the news," he says proudly, pulling away from the woman in his arms. "And don't spoil it, either."

Micah stands, allowing him to enter the living room first, her heart content in just hearing that he wants to tell her. Of course, she hadn't really thought about how to tell a five year old that her father had been staying with them for days. She assumed that Dean would figure it out. Lilia loved him, and knowing that he was her daddy, she'd be thrilled.

"Lilia," Dean spoke sweetly, sitting on the couch behind her. She turned, her bright green eyes fixed on him adoringly. Since she'd first met him in the diner, she'd been nothing less than enamored of him. Micah had to smile at the look on her daughter's face. "Why don't you turn the TV off and come here?" He patted the flat of his thigh, a bright smile to mirror hers.

"Okay," she replied quickly, jumping up off her haunches and flipping the switch on the television. She pranced to him, throwing herself up onto his lap, her eyes twinkling - looking so much like her mother's.

"Lilia, I have something to tell you, and you're going to be kind of surprised," Dean began tentatively, ignoring the snort from Sam at the nervous tone of his voice. Lilia nodded, the entirety of her small body shaking in his arms. "I'm going to live with you from now on. I'm your daddy."

Her reaction was not what any of them would have thought. The twinkle never left her eyes, but she didn't seem overly astounded. She simply nodded in a matter-of-fact sort of way and patted her father's forearm with one small hand. "I know," she said slowly, as though talking to another child who didn't understand something incredibly trivial.

Dean's eyes shot up to meet Micah's, hers wide with shock. Positive that she hadn't broken the news, he next fixed his little brother with a deep glare. Sam only shrugged in response, a bemused smirk on his face.

"Sam! How could you?" Micah's voice rang out first.

"Wha- I didn't! I swear to you! I didn't say a word!" Sam shot back, hands held up in surrender. "You know I wouldn't do that!"

Again, Dean's eyes met Micah's and they shared an equally confused look. Kneeling down next to the couch to be eye level with her daughter, Micah asks sweetly, "Honey, how did you know?"

The responding snort caught them all off-guard. "Mama, I known since that day in the diner. Didn't haveta tell me, I knew," she said simply, tapping her temple with a tiny fingertip.

"Oh my god," Dean finally spoke up.

Gently, he sets Lilia back on the floor, standing and striding into the kitchen. Micah follows, a hand clapped loosely over her full lips. They barely hear the sound of the television coming back on.

"What the hell-" Sam begins, but doesn't finish, watching the couple in front of him.

"I thought you said she didn't have any abilities!" Dean rounds on Micah, his voice surprised, but not angry.

"She hasn't shown any signs before today! I just- How could she- And I didn't- Oh my god," she sighs heavily.

"I didn't know that psychic-ness could be inherited," Sam chuckles. Tapping his own temple in the same way Lilia did, he finishes lightly, "But I guess if you have it on both sides, you can't stop nature."