Summary: Blake wants to know what happened to his real father. Dean tells him the truth.

To be honest, Dean always thought that Aunt Christina had a one night stand with some man in run-down hotel room. It was possibly a room where a woman had shot her husband to death.

However when Dean had turned eighteen, after he got rejected from six art schools, Christina had told him the truth about Blake's dad.

It was way too much information that Dean didn't need to know about. It made sense because Dean's mother Robin was Christina's best friend.

It had been when Dean was sitting on the couch, drawing a castle and trying not to let the rejections get to him.

Christina looked at Dean, "Have I ever told you who Blake's dad is?"

Dean didn't look up, "I assumed that you got pregnant during a one-night stand." He looked up and got hit with a pillow.

"No, I have more class than that. Not like some of the other mothers out there," Christina scolded. "Now you're going to know how I got pregnant."

Dean went back to shading the sun in. "No offense, I don't really care."

"I'm telling you anyway," Christina said.

"Should I get Blake?" Dean asked.

"No. He's too young to know," Christina replied.

Dean wondered if it was it as bad as that one girl that got pregnant in a cemetery.

Years later, Blake asked Dean the question. It was the question that made Dean question if he should tell Blake or not.

Blake had asked, "What happened to my real dad?"

Dean handed Blake a wet plate, so Blake can dry it. Fathers wash dishes with their sons, right? It was manly bonding, right? Do parents wash dishes with their kids?

Dean's first thought was, well, he heard worse at school. Wait, how come his mother didn't tell him?

Dean considered lying, but that would turn into a big mess and end up with broken trust. He decided that telling the truth will be better. "Your mom doesn't know who your dad is."

Blake looked confused. "So, how did she get pregnant?"

Dean handed a knife to Blake. "Don't use that on your wrist. I eat with that too." Blake looked offended. "She told me that she was at an orgy and there were a lot of men there." Dean looked at Blake and saw that he was…relieved.

"At least it wasn't a male stripper," Blake said.

"Why would you be glad that it wasn't a male stripper?" Dean asked.

Blake looked up at Dean, "That would be cliché. At least it wasn't a one-night stand. That is also a cliché."

For a kid that doesn't like cussing and was considered naïve or innocent, Blake wasn't either of those things. Dean was thankful for that because he doesn't want to explain that to him.

"Yeah, that really is." Dean said. "What did your mom tell you?"

Blake looked at Dean, "She told me the truth, but I thought she was lying."

"Why would you think she was lying?" Dean asked.

"She kept telling me that she bought the silverware from the store, but then I found out that she was stealing it from you." Blake said and put the plate up. Dean wondered how Blake really felt after finding out how he was conceived. Blake looked at Dean, "Let's never have another discussion like this again."

Dean nodded in agreement. He didn't want to have another conversation about his aunt's sex life again. "I agree with you on that one."

Dean ended up having to tell Roman and Seth about how Blake was conceived.

"Never heard that one before," Roman said.

"I know. Who does dishes without hitting someone with the dish towel at least once?" Seth asked.

"Your dad used to hit you with a dish towel?" Dean asked confused.

"No, it was my mother. 'You missed a spot' and she hits me with the dish towel," Seth replied. He rubbed his arm.

"Why would Blake ask you how you were conceived?" Roman asked. Seriously, that's one strange kid; besides the suicidal and depression issues.

"I was conceived in an alley in broad daylight behind a dumpster in the bad part of town." Seth said, "I'm not sure about you guys."

Roman and Dean just gave him a confused look.

"Like I wanted to know," Roman said.

Dean shrugged, "My parents had been seeing each other at the time. They had broken up and my dad tried seeing other women. My mom had gotten really jealous and pissed off, that she ransacked his apartment. My mom's current boyfriend lived next door and heard everything." Dean explained and looked at his friends.

"Everything?" Roman asked.

Dean nodded, "Everything. My dad was forced by her parents to marry her right after I was born."

Seth and Roman just looked at him. Dean couldn't tell if they were thinking, 'Why would you tell us this' or 'that is seriously fucked up.'

"At least your parents don't get called dirty-street-hippies after that. Mine still do," Seth replied, after about a minute or two.

Dean wasn't sure how to respond to that, except, "I thought your parents were hippies."

"They're not hippies. Why do people think that?" Seth asked exasperated. "If they were I would probably be name something completely weird, like Cosmic or Energy or Life or something equally weird like that."

Roman wanted to change the subject before they start debating something and then have shit turn real. "So, did you teach your dog any new tricks?"

Dean shook his head, "No. I tried teaching him how to sit, but instead I taught my cats how to sit; by accident. My cats learned how to sit, my dog didn't."

"I'm so confused," Seth said. How did Dean teach his cats how to sit by accident?

"That's what I thought when my cats all sat down in unison when I told Morpheus to sit," Dean said. "Now every time I say sit, one of my cats sits down."

"How the hell did you do that?" Roman asked.

"I don't know," Dean said. "I truly don't know."

A/N: I mean no offense to anyone that has relatives that are hippies or know anyone that happens to be a hippie, or know anyone that has a hippie relative.

I got writer's block about half-way through and this came out as a result.

I have no clue if this made any sense at all.

Sorry if it had too much information that you were better off not knowing.