John Winchester wasn't a man who was easily surprised. He didn't let things surprise him. As a man whose been hunting monsters for more than half of his life, he constantly had to remind himself that anything was possible. It was one of the reasons that John went to check on his youngest son every few months. John had an inching thought in the back of his head that something was going to happen, and despite his lack of magical ability, he decided that just like anything else, there was a possibility that he gut was correct. He refused to lose anymore kids after what happened to his daughter.

Over the last four years, John had gone to check on his son more then a dozen times. Each time showed similar findings. Just a young man having fun and working hard in college. He wasn't shocked to find his with a girlfriend after a few short months of being on campus and he was surprised to see him in a jewelry store looking at rings. This was the first time in almost four years that something bothered him about the picture he stumbled onto.

Sam had rushed from his apartment and bought a ridiculously expensive plane ticket even though there were cheaper options only a few hours later. John wasn't getting on a plane, so he just found the location and got on the road. It took a lot longer then he would have liked to get to Virginia, but he made it. He wasn't sure where he was going, Sam's plane had landed in Quantico but that didn't mean much. At least that's what he thought until he saw his son leaving a hospital. He followed him to an apartment building where he disappeared inside and didn't come back out.

John couldn't wrap his head around what his son was doing. He wasn't sure when Sam would be coming back out. Part of his thought that it had something to do with the killings going on in the area but after looking into them a little on the way, he quickly realized that they were human crazy.

Sam came back out the next morning and hailed a cab back to the hospital. John followed him inside at a reasonable distance. All the way up to the maternity ward thanks to the little number panel on top of the elevator. That was when he really started to wonder, he expected an accidental grandkid from Dean, not Sam. It was the only reason he could think of that would put Sam in a maternity ward all the way across the country from where he lived.

This is also where he got lost considering his son had disappeared. "Can I help you sir." John looked to the woman at the front desk.

"You wouldn't happen to know where my son just disappeared off to would you? Tall, dark hair. He just came though."

"Do you have a last name?" He decided to go for it.

"Winchester." He put his hands into his pockets and waited for her to look in her system.

"I have an Addison Winchester."

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They kept us in the hospital for a week. It has been one of the most overwhelming, amazing, and horrifying experiences of my life. The nursing staff was amazing, they answered all the questions I could even think of. With Sam's help we ended up deciding on the name Aella. The background behind it was badass enough for me but it sounded soft enough for Spencer to approve. Sam offered it and I think he was a lot happier about picking the name then he let on.

As we were leaving, Spencer managed to convince me to use a wheelchair. I couldn't really tell how I felt about it considering I wasn't in much pain, just exhausted. I was just happy that I got to carry her out. The pain was almost completely gone (other than going up and down steps) but moving far distances tired me out.

"You have the crib set up right?" I asked Spencer as he wheeled me to our SUV. Sam opened the back door, revealing the car-seat that Gideon had bought for us as a gift. He had really gone all out on the baby things. I kind of thought that it has something to do with Gideon not having contact with his son. I saw him as kind of like a second father and I know that Spencer did as well.

"Yeah, Sam helped me finish it up." He said as he opened the passenger side door, "here, lets put her in her seat." Spencer went to reach for her, but I avoided his grasp.

"Can't I just hold her?" I knew the answer.

"It's safer for her to just ride in her seat." Spencer reached for her again and I let him this time. Spencer moved to the back and began buckling her inside while Sam came to stand in front of me.

"Need help?" Sam reached his hand down for me to grab.

"No." I lifted myself out on my own, rolling my shoulders in an attempt to loosen the muscles, it didn't work. I managed to climb into the passenger seat with the help of the 'oh shit' handle. "Do we have pie at home?"

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Sam couldn't stay much longer after I got to go back home. He has exams coming up and had already missed a lot of class, but this visit had been exactly what I needed. We didn't really talk about Dad or Dean except for a few seconds, just enough for him to tell me that I should call them to, that they deserved to know I'm alive and okay. I decided to put it on the back burner. I wanted some time to spend with my Daughter before shit really starts hitting the fan.

I also didn't tell him about my nightmares, much to Spencer's displeasure. I couldn't bring myself to darken the mood. I was to happy, not to mention I hadn't had any nightmares while at the hospital. Maybe having her and knowing she was going to be just fine eased my anxiety for now. Hopefully they wouldn't come back anytime soon.

Sam and Spencer seemed to get along. Spencer didn't seem to spend any time alone with him, not that I thought he would, Spencer wasn't a social person who liked meeting new people. He was trying and that was all I cared about.

"If you need anything call me." Sam gave me a serious look. "I want a phone call at least once a week." He refused to let me break eye contact.

"You're not going to be gone forever." I said from my spot on the couch. "Christmas is coming up. Hopefully by then We'll be in a bigger place."

"Yeah, Jess and I'll come back then when we're off." He smiled, "it'll be our first real Christmas." He said it like it was a kind of joke.

"We've had real Christmases before, Dean always made sure we did." I gave him a small smile. "Dad dropped the ball most of the time, but Dean kept it from hitting the floor." Sam nodded after a second.

"Yeah, he did. I really think you should call him. He blames himself for what happened." I was a little alarmed just how quickly our conversation turned. I took a deep breath, the guilt I had been shoving down before began bubbling back up to the surface.

"I know. I just need some time with Aella before I do anything new. At least until I'm fully healed." Sam nodded in understanding.

"They've made it for five years, they can wait another month or two. Just don't wait another year. I might not be on speaking terms with them and Dad might be a major ass, but I don't think you're going to get the reaction that you think you're going to get. Not to mention you have a life here, you have a baby and Spencer. You're doing good for yourself." He sighed. "You are a lot better off with him then you were with us. I hate saying it because we should have done something before it got too out of hand. I was too busy trying to get myself out that I didn't pay enough attention to the path you turned down and Dean was trying to keep dad happy and the two of us alive. It's not all on you." He said, "and don't let anyone, not even yourself, tell you otherwise. Addiction is a disease and you can't cure it on your own." I don't know if my hormones were messing with me or if I was just upset, but the more he talked, the harder it became to hold back tears.

"You're going to miss your flight." Those were the only words I can think to say.

"No click-flick moments?" He asked with a smile.

"I think I operate better without them." I choked out. He laughed and moved over to hug me. "I love you."

"Love you to."

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The car was completely silent for most of the ride. Spencer wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. He knew that Addison wanted him and Sam to get along. Sam was in a similar situation.

He also wanted to get along with him, he could tell that any relationship he would be having with his sister here on out would involve Spencer.

"Thank you." Sam said as they got stuck at a stoplight. Spencer looked at Sam in surprise, he hadn't been expecting a conversation.

"For what?"

"For taking care of her." Sam said. "I'm glad she found someone she could connect with." Sam was completely serious, and he could tell he caught the other man off guard. "I don't know what could have happened if you hadn't taken her in." Spencer was quiet for a few moments.

"I don't know either." He sighed as he remembered everything that happened in the last five years. When Spencer looked back, he would wonder why he did what he did. He couldn't remember what he saw in her that made him so intrigued with her. He normally thought it had something to do with her knowledge on a world he didn't even know existed, but sometimes he wondered. He was happy he did, especially now. She had supported him in just about everything he did and everything he went though.

At the time, he had just put his mother in a home and living in her house after shipping her off was very painful for him. Then he met Addison and she helped him put things into perspective.

"She still has a long way to go." Spencer said. He was a little ticked off that Addison hadn't spoken to Sam about the nightmares. He understood that it wasn't something she wanted to delve into after having their daughter, but it was never going to be a good time for her. It didn't matter, she would find an excuse to avoid the issue. He hated that she continued to live with the fear of being murdered on Aella's six-month birthday. It wasn't healthy

"What do you mean?" Sam gave him a sideways look. Spencer thought about how much trouble he was going to get into by telling Sam. Then he decided that Addison's mental wellbeing was more important then a few nights on the couch.

"Addison still has nightmares often." He took a deep breath, "I believe that it's a symptom of Post-Traumatic Stress disorder. She's been getting better, a lot of her other symptoms have decreased over the years as she learned to deal with everything, but the nightmares haven't gotten better." Spencer really hated to think about the nightmares. They normally happened three to four times a week with varying degrees of intensity. Most of the time, he would wake up before she got to restless or started screaming and wake her up, but sometimes he didn't and now that he was gone for a lot of the time, he wasn't here to wake her up or calm her down. It was why he had been so relieved when she reached out to Sam, but every step she took forward seemed to be followed by three ones back.

"You think she has Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder?"

"I think she's had it for a long time, I think that the attack she had when she was nine was what triggered it. The drug abuse was her way of dealing with it and running away helped her avoid triggers." Despite the uncomfortable awkwardness that Spencer seemed to have permanently etched into his persona, Sam could sense his frustration.

"Do you know what the nightmares are about? She's had nightmares for as long as I can remember." Sam had a feeling she wasn't sharing everything, but he figured that would happen. It was going to take some time before they were back to a normal sibling relationship.

"Your mother dying. She has different variations of the same dream. Sometimes it's Addison that dies, sometimes its your mother, sometimes its me. She wont talk to anyone but me about it and talking to me isn't helping them." Spencer didn't really give Sam time to be surprised. The first thing that went though his mind was his own dreams of Jess dying. He didn't know what Addison's nightmares had been when she was a kid because she refused to speak then to, looks like that hasn't changed any.

"So, you think the attack brought the disorder on, but it evolved to be more about our mom?" Spencer nodded.

"She won't get help-" Sam cut him off.

"That's a family thing she gets from Dad." He shook his head, "I'll call her and see if I can help."

"Thank you."

"How much trouble are you going to be in for telling me this?"

"It's hard to tell. I'll find out when she finds out."

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