After they left the hotel, Dean kept an eye out for any diners they could stop by. He was a bit irritated. He hated the stares he got at the hotel. They didn't take much notice of him before, so why now? How did a kid change things… But at least they were finally on the road. A quick bite to eat, and he'd finally prove to this kid that he wasn't a dad. Though, there was still a strange nagging feeling. Dean blamed it on lack of sleep and food. That was the only excuse he could think of. It wasn't like he had anything to worry about. The kid wasn't his… He could probably find a retired hunter who could find a home for the kid. There was nothing that Dean needed to worry his head about. All that he needed to worry about at the moment was getting some food, some real food.

He couldn't help but grin as he finally found a diner to stop at. It had been quite some time since he had been able to kick back and actually stop for a bite to eat. A kid in tow made things different but not too different. He stretched after stepping out of the car. Driving for hours took its toll on you. The kid, on the other hand, was still sitting in the car, looking very unsure of what to do.

Dean let out a sigh. This was going to an interesting couple of hours.

"Come on, kiddo." He tapped lightly on the window. "Time to eat."

The kid hesitated a moment before slowly cracking the door open and slipping out of the car. Dean was rather relieved to see that the kid was being careful with closing the door. Sammy always had a bad habit of slamming the door. It irritated him to no end! It was nice to see someone who finally respected Baby.

Dean now found himself hesitating. It wouldn't be good to lose a five year old kid, so he had no choice. He held out his hand to the kid awkwardly.

"Ready, squirt?"

A small smile tugged at the kid's lips as the kid's small hand slipped into Dean's seemingly gigantic one. Dean couldn't help but wonder if all kids were always this small at that age…

"Ready…"

Lunch had been oddly nostalgic. It was weird. Really weird. It had felt so oddly natural helping the kid eat. Almost like being with little Sammy again (but there was no way on earth Dean was going to admit that!). He tried to make the feelings go away. He couldn't get attached to the kid after all. But the kid was really cute… adorable even! He shook his head hard and narrowed his eyes at the road ahead of him. No, he had to focus on what was important: proving that he wasn't a dad.

Pam was going to have his hide for coming without calling, but emergencies do happen! Besides (might he remind her), she owed him a favor. He had a smug look on his face. It had been awhile since someone owed him a favor, and he wasn't going to miss the opportunity to remind Pam just that. Especially since she was probably going to give him an earful for having a kid with him. Thank goodness she wouldn't jump to the wrong conclusions being a physic and all. Well at least, he hoped she wouldn't get the wrong idea.

It wasn't like the kid looked that much like him. Obviously not, especially since the kid was not his, and that was exactly what Pam would prove. But there was still a strange feeling gnawing away at him… He couldn't quite put his finger on it. There was just a weird vibe he'd get every time he glanced over at the kid. He didn't know how to describe it. There was something there. Hopefully Pam would be able to straighten it all out. As much as he hated being read like a book, he needed it in this case. It was the only way to prove that he wasn't a dad to the kid (and well, maybe to himself). Just a few more hours and it would all be over.

"I can do this…" he muttered, turning onto an exit.

Just a few more hours… And boy did it feel like forever before he finally could see Pam's house coming into view. It was quite welcoming to see her house. It had been awhile. He'd probably going to get an earful for that too. Though, he hoped she wouldn't wake up the kid while she was at it. Kid had fallen asleep about an hour before they had finally arrived at their destination. He'd hate to wake the kid up so soon. Besides, it wasn't like Pam needed the kid to be awake for all this anyways.

He quietly slipped out of the car and made his way onto the porch. He took in a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"Hey, Pam? You home?"

He fidgeted under her gaze. He couldn't tell what she was thinking… She certainly hadn't given him the scolding of a lifetime that he had expected. She was unnaturally calm about everything. She didn't even seem that surprised when Dean showed her the kid. A simple head tilt and eyebrow twitch was all she had given him to go on (well, that and a bottle of beer). She must know something. But why wasn't she saying anything?

"Pam?"

"…"

He tried waving his hand in front of her face. "Hullo? Earth to Pam?"

Whack!

"Ow…" Dean glared at her as he rubbed his wrist. "What was that for?"

Pam didn't answer. She just shook her head and got up off her couch, muttering something under her breath.

"So… you got anything?" he asked warily.

She shot him a dirty look.

"Sorry, sorry!" He raised his hands in surrender. He didn't mean to press her buttons, but come on! He had been driving for hours and wanted, no needed, some answers. He knew the kid wasn't his… so who exactly did the kid belong to? That's what he wanted to know. Oh and why did the demons tell the kid that he was the dad? It didn't make sense.

"It doesn't make much sense to me, either."

"Gah! Don't do that!" Dean whined. "I hate it when you do that…"

Pam gave him a slight smirk. "You asked me to do it."

"Not like that! Just with this." He gestured to the still sleeping kid. "So you gonna tell me what's up or not?"

Pam pursed her lips. She seemed hesitant to answer his questions which couldn't mean good news. She was a bit puzzled at the situation herself. Things had been rather odd lately. She just hadn't expected to come in this form. Something dangerous was afoot, and she wasn't sure if Dean was prepared for it. Especially with this throwing a slight wrench into things.

"You better sit down."

"I am sitting…"

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "This is complicated, Dean."

He raised an eyebrow as he sipped his beer. "Since when was life not complicated? It's always been weird and crazy and hectic. Nothin' is really weird or complicated anymore so just tell me and get it over with."

She didn't seem reassured by his words, but she didn't have much of a choice. She had to tell him before things blew up on him. She let out another sigh and thumbed at the kid.

"Angel-boy is your kid."

Dean about spit out his beer. "Wait what?!"

She had to admit the deer-in-headlights was a new good look on him, but now wasn't the time for it.

"You heard me right the first time, D-E-A-N. This angel-boy is your kid."

He swallowed hard. He couldn't believe his ears… There had to be some sort of trick in this situation. There was no way he could have a kid! Sure, he liked to flirt every now and then, but a kid was completely out of the question. He couldn't be a dad! And what was up with the whole "angel-boy" thing anyway?

Pam gave him an incredulous look. "You haven't checked on him?"

"Um no?"

Pam found herself sighing once more. Sometimes she wondered how she put up with Winchesters. She went over to the kid and tugged off his jacket.

"You've got to be kidding me…"

Author's Note: Heyo guys. Sorry for the long wait. College really has me on my toes and last week I was at a concert. I got to meet my favorite band ever! Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter! It's a bit more AU I admit, but probably the most out of the whole story. Heh heh, I try to keep in spirit with the show as much as possible, okay guys? So please no flames. ^^;;

Special thanks to Ron W.312 for helping me out with this chapter! It's always great to have someone to bounce ideas off of and stay on track. :)

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