CHAPTER 3

Sam was tucking his son to bed when he noticed his son was lost in a deep thought. That thoughtful expression on a three year old looked so cute that a fond smile made an appearance on his face. "What are ya thinking buddy ?" , he asked his son. "Who was that man , daddy ?" DJ asked in his little voice.

Sam thought about it for a moment before actually answering. It wasn't like he didn't want his son to get to know his uncle, it was just something he had to confirm with his brother first. He didn't want to introduce his son to his uncle who just met him one time and go his way and never looked back. He wanted to provide his son stability that the people he can call family will be a part of his life. The same questions again flooded his mind , "What was the reason Dean was here ?" , "Does he want to be a part of DJ's life ?"

"Daddy !" DJ broke him from his thoughts and when he looked down , a pair of hazel brown eyes so much like his were looking right at him. His son's face was so innocent, that he couldn't bring himself to lie. "That man is your uncle Dean , he is my big brother". DJ looked at him for a moment, his little face sporting a look of curiosity then he gave an excited smile and said , "We have same names , Daddy. My friend Logan has an uncle too. His uncle play with him. Do uncle Dean play with me ?" DJ asked in his innocent voice. Sam couldn't help when another smile broke on his face , he always smiled a lot when he was around his son. "You can ask him in morning , kiddo. Now you sleep." If Dean is still there in the morning, he thought silently to himself and kissed his son goodnight. With that he made his way to his brother.

Dean was pacing in the tiny apartment. He cannot believe this. His little brother was a father , heck he was an "uncle" and he didn't know. How could Sam hide something like that. What all did he missed ? Where was the kid's mother and for god's sake he didn't even know his nephew's , only "nephew's" name.

He looked in the direction where he supposed was his nephew's room , "nephew" it will take him sometime to get used to the fact that he was an uncle. He pinched himself just to make sure that he wasn't in some weird dream but nope this was reality. And finally after what seemed like eternity which was only ten minutes really , his brother made an appearance.

Sam moved right past him to take out two bottles of beer. Sam figured this conversation required something stronger like whiskey but since he didn't have one so beer would have to do besides he had to go to work in a couple of hours so beer it is.

Dean took the beer and waited for his brother to start but it looked like Sam didn't want to. "So you have a kid" with that he started , it wasn't really a question and for that Dean wanted to smack himself "no shit Sherlock" , he thought to himself silently. The look Sam shot him was "Duh" complete with a Sammy's style bitchface. But Sam seemed to take pity on him knowing that Dean was never good with words and started explaining , "His name is Dean James Winchester. He is three years old."

The warmth that Dean felt within him was indescribable. His little brother named his kid after him. Dean's eyes were getting misty , "oh get a hold on yourself princess" he admonished himself silently but this was some chick - flick moment even he can allow himself. "Why " he asked and was proud on himself when his voice came out steady.

Sam seemed to understand what his brother was asking, that why he decided to name his kid after him. "Just seemed right" he replied because that was the honest reason. It did seemed right. He asked the same question that he asked the first time he saw his brother , "Why are you here , Dean ?"

"Does it seem that hard to believe that I came here to check on ya ? Its been what five years , I thought it was about time to see how you were doing, so here I am". Really , Dean wanted to meet his brother. Its been five years and he missed Sam like a missing limb.

"Why now ?" asked Sam. Without waiting for his brother to answer he continued , "Where were you all those years ago Dean ? What changed now ?" Sam was pissed at his brother after his "The fight " with his dad as he liked to describe the night when he came to Stanford. Dean hadn't supported him , hadn't said a darn word. Dean had called him afterwards but Sam wanted no part of that life with him, he wanted something normal and he knew if Dean told him to come he would definitely come back. Yeah he was afraid that Dean was calling to make him come back so he ignored his brother's calls and after sometime Dean stopped calling.

"Well I did call you Sam , didn't I ? If you could pick your freaking phone ! But no you didn't ! And let me tell you something , little brother, phone went both ways ! Its been five years I thought ... Just forget it. It was my mistake " with that Dean starting heading towards the door. Before he could make his way out , Sam grabbed his arm stopping his departure.

Sam wanted to argue more. It wasn't like Dean had a change of heart all of a sudden , okay well maybe he did but Sam could sworn there was more to it. But now he knew one thing if Dean went out , he wouldn't come back. So before Dean could go , he grabbed his brother's arm stopping him from moving out of his apartment and hopefully from his life.

"Just stop Dean, alright. Its not like I am not happy to see you " he said trying to reason with his brother because Sam knew Dean was not completely wrong , phones did went both ways.

"You don't look like happy Sam unless now this has became your happy face." Dean said.

"What would you be like if you were in my place , Dean ? The brother you haven't met in five years is rummaging through your cupboards at freaking 3 in the morning. "

Okay, well when you put it like that Dean could admit he would have pretty much the same reaction as Sam. He didn't say anything to that.

With a gesture of his hand , Sam pointed towards the couch , "You can take the couch ,we will talk in the morning." What they were gonna talk , he had no idea but he was tired and he wanted to sleep. If Dean didn't want to tell him why he was here , there was no way he would know besides he had work in a couple of hours ,"okay how many times in the last half hour , did he remind to himself that he had work in a couple of hours , well many times , Sam you need to sleep , you are repeating same things to yourself that don't even need reminders " with that he made his way to his room only to be stopped by another question from his brother.

"Where is the kid's mom , Sam ?" With the way Sam's whole body tensed. Dean knew whatever the answer to that , it would not be pleasant. "She died in a car accident when DJ was 18 months" Sam said so softly that if Dean didn't have hunter hearing he wouldn't have heard it. In that moment , he really looked at his brother , Sam's face has lost all his baby fat , he has some thin lines around his eyes which makes him look older than he actually is , his hair were long too. All in all , his baby brother looked older , way mature and not due to age , heck the kid was twenty five years , no but because of all the hardships that life threw at him. He should have been there but he was now if Sammy would allow him.

"I am sorry , Sammy" Dean said. To that Sam just nodded even now it was hard to talk about that. But when he looked in his brother's eyes all he saw was sympathy and not pity that everyone else had when they heard the same story. "This was what makes family different from others" , said his inner voice and darn when did his inner voice started sounding just like Dean , "you really need to go to sleep Sam" , this time it was very much Sam's own inner voice.

"Night Dean" with that he made his way to his bedroom.

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Okay so this was another chapter. More will be coming soon . Hope fully in the next we will see Dean having a one on one time with DJ. This is the first time I have ever written anything so please review. Add it to your favorites so you won't miss a new chapter.