A/N: I know you guys are gonna want to kick my butt after reading this chapter, but it's exactly how it happened in my dream. Plus I think it goes with the rest of the drama that's coming.

Chapter Twelve: A Piece of You is Always with Me

Sam was getting dressed when little Tristan walked into the room.

"Daddy I's can't reach my book." Four year old Tristan pouted. "Is too high."

"I'll get it for you Peanut, but let's eat breakfast first 'kay." Sam picked him up and walked to the kitchen.

He placed Tristan on his booster seat and made sure he was secure before he went to the pantry.

"So what do you want today buddy?"

"Lucky Charms!" Tristan cheerfully replied.

"Okay." Sam chuckled. 'He's Dean's alright.'

At the diner Rachel would watch over Tristan while Sam worked. She would let him sit at one of the empty booths with his books and coloring books even though the majority of the time he was watching Sam. Tristan loved watching his daddy work. On his breaks Sam would eat lunch and color with Tristan. The girls loved to coddle his son while the guys entertained him with funny kiddie jokes. Tristan didn't understand them the majority of the time, but he would still laugh nonetheless. Rick and Henry were his favorite guys to be with. Everyone that worked in the diner were his aunts and uncles.

Ash would visit so much that there basically was no point for him to live at the Roadhouse, but he stayed there to help hunters. His relationship with Stacey was serious. They took their time and Stacey had learned to completely trust him. He was planning on proposing soon. Tristan and Ash were like two peas in a pod. Whenever Sam and Stacey were working, Ash would take his nephew to the park and the library, as he had Sam's love for books. Stacey would join them sometimes. She loved Tristan like if he was her son and would love buying little things for him.

When Mike and Sam broke up, nothing was awkward and they became closer friends. Mike would sleep over sometimes when Sam would have a nightmare from the past. He would sleep on the sofa bed with Sam on one side and Tristan in the middle. Little by little he was getting over Sam. He was starting to go on dates again, but had yet to find someone that gave him butterflies in his stomach.

Four years had passed and Sam still hadn't talked to his brother. He was being stubborn and unfair, and he knew it, but he was also afraid. Afraid that Dean would look at Tristan and be disgusted or insult their son by saying he wasn't his father. Tristan looked exactly like Dean, dark blonde hair and everything. He had Sam's hairstyle, he never like it short and had both of their stubbornness.

Dean still didn't know where Sam lived and it drove him crazy, but Bobby would keep him updated. He was surprised that after four years Sam still hadn't found someone. He was sure that Sam would've been married by now.

Sam had bought a small house with two bedrooms and a big backyard when Tristan was two. He also had his own car now, a red 1969 Chevelle that Bobby had rebuilt especially for him. He even had a second job, he would fix computers. Whenever someone had a problem they would go straight to him.

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Out of everyone Bobby and Ellen were extremely tired of Sam and Dean's separation. The boys had never been apart without speaking for so long. Each knew that it was breaking their hearts. Ellen knew that whatever love Dean had, had for Jo had been gone for a while. Bobby knew that Sam missed Dean a lot and was still in love with him, he could tell whenever he mentioned him.

Ellen decided to call Bobby for help in reuniting the boys. Dean had told her that Bobby knew where Sam was.

"Hello?" Bobby answered in a gruff voice.

"Hi Bobby it's Ellen."

"Oh hey, what's goin' on?"

"Nothin' much. I was just wondering' if ya' could help me with something."

"Help with what?"

"In reuniting Sam and Dean. Look those boys have been apart long enough, it's time for someone to get them back together and I think we can do it." Ellen bit her lip waiting for Bobby to respond.

"I'll be glad to help, I'm tired of this separation. Those boys need to get their heads out of their asses and talk to each other."

"Good, I'm glad I'm not alone in this." Ellen smiled.

"Do ya' already have an idea in gettin' them back together?" Bobby asked.

"Well since I know you talk to Sam, maybe you can tell him I need help with something, but that you can't give him all the details on the phone. Hopefully he won't get suspicious."

"That's a good idea, don't worry Sam'll listen to me. They really need to get back together, I can't say why, but Sam really needs to see Dean. It's not life or death…When do ya' wanna do this?" Bobby changed the subject at the end.

"Okay…As soon as possible. If you can talk to Sam tomorrow, that would be great. I won't say anything to Dean, I don't wanna get his hopes up." Ellen wondered what was going on with Sam.

"Yea' it's late and he's probably sleeping right now. He has to get up early for work."

"Oh okay. Well I'll talk to you later, let me know if he's comin' so I can prepare his room."

"'Kay, g'night."

"Bye." They hung up.

Both of them hoped that their plan would work 'cause if it didn't, there was going to be more heartbreak on both of their parts.

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Sam was in the middle of cleaning his house when Bobby called him.

"Hey Bobby how are ya'?" Sam checked on Tristan, who was playing in his room.

"I'm good. How's everything? How's TJ doing?"

"Everything here's fine, just cleaning up a bit. Peanut's fine, he's playing with his toy cars right now. Do you want me to put him on?"

"No, later. There's actually something I need to talk to ya' about." Bobby hoped Sam would give him the chance to explain.

"What is it?" Sam sat on the recliner.

"Umm…Well Ellen called me and said that she and some hunter needed your help. Now hear me out, I know that the Roadhouse is the last place ya' ever want to go to, but Ellen says that she'll make Dean go away for the time that you're there. Ya' can even leave TJ with me while ya' go over there." Bobby held his breath.

Sam tensed, "Why can't they use Dean? I mean he's right there after all. Either way if it's a hunt, I can't do it. I have a child and he's my number one priority."

"She says that you helped this hunter with research before and no, it's not a hunt. I'm not really sure what it's about, but I know it's not a hunt…So what do ya' say Sam?" Bobby crossed his fingers.

Sam ran a hand through his hair, "Ugh I really don't wanna go over there, but…I'll go. They need my help and I can't just leave them like that."

"Good boy Sam. I'll call Ellen and let her know." Bobby was happy.

"Are you sure that me and Dean won't cross paths?"

"Yea' I'm sure. Ellen was very specific with me on that. If you don't wanna see him, you won't see him." Bobby reassured even though he was lying.

"Oh…okay." Sam was hesitant.

"I'll let ya' know when to head over there. Are ya' leavin' TJ with me?"

"No I'll bring him with me. He still has separation anxiety." Sam was already dreading the trip, especially with Tristan going.

"Ya' sure about that? Ellen's gonna ambush ya' with questions."

"Yes I'm sure. I'm not ashamed, I'll even tell her that I gave birth to him." Sam said with determination.

"Okay son. Well put my Grandson on the phone."

"'Kay."

Sam called out, "Peanut! Grandpa Bob's on the phone!"

Tristan ran out of his room and up to Sam, "Gimme, gimme!" He jumped up and down.

"Here ya' go baby boy." He laughed at his son's enthusiasm.

"Hi Granpa!" He yelled into the phone.

"Hey TJ, how's my little guy?" Bobby chuckled.

"Lower your voice a little buddy." Sam told Tristan.

"'Kay Daddy." Tristan replied. "I good. Daddy gots me a new book." Tristan replied in a lower, but still happy voice.

"That's awesome TJ. I have a surprise for ya' the next time ya' come visit me." Bobby smiled.

"What it?" Tristan was excited.

"I'm not tellin' ya'. Ya' gotta wait til' ya' come and see me." Bobby grinned. 'He's just like his Daddies.' He thought.

"O-kay." He pouted.

"Cheer up, I'll see ya' soon buddy. I love you and your Daddy too. Goodbye."

"Wuv you too. Bye Granpa." Tristan gave a kiss to the phone, which Bobby heard and made him smile.

Tristan handed the phone back to Sam and told him everything that Bobby had told him. Sam noticed Tristan yawning more and more as he talked and smiled.

"C'mon baby boy, it's naptime." He lifted Tristan into his arms.

Sam went to Tristan's room and sat on the rocking chair and started to rock. His son looked up at him with his thumb in his mouth. His eyes were closing little by little. Sam smiled and ran his fingers through his son's hair.

After a few minutes Tristan fell asleep. Sam gently placed him in his bed and put his favorite teddy bear next to him. Tristan automatically curled towards it. Sam gave him a kiss on the forehead then walked out, leaving the door opened a crack.

He went back to cleaning, but his conversation with Bobby kept haunting him. He didn't know how he was going to make it to the Roadhouse without being a bundle of nerves and on top of that with a four year old toddler. He put the broom down and fell back on the sofa. He sighed, 'What the hell am I gonna do?...As long as I don't see Dean everything will be fine.' Sam felt a headache coming on.

Bobby was happy he could pull it off. He was afraid that Sam was going to see through the lie, but luckily he didn't. He called Ellen right away and told her the good news. She was excited and told Bobby that Sam should head over there in two days. Bobby said okay, then they hung up. They still had the same worry and prayed that their plan would work.

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The next day Sam couldn't concentrate on anything. Bobby had called him to let him know when he was supposed to be at the Roadhouse. He was going to talk to Mike and Stacey about his problem. Adam had given him the days he needed off. He had yet to tell Tristan that they were going on a trip.

Later that day Stacey and Sam had gotten out early that afternoon. Mike was going to meet them at Sam's house since he had, had the day off.

Mike and Stacey noticed that Sam was tense, even little Tristan had noticed.

"Daddy what wrong?" Tristan hated to see his father sad.

"I'll talk to you later okay buddy. Right now Daddy needs to talk to your Auntie Stacey and Uncle Mike. Go to your room and play with your toys." Sam said gently.

"'Kay Daddy." He walked away.

The three of them watched him go. Then Mike and Stacey turned to look at Sam expectantly.

"So what's goin' on Sam? I haven't seen ya' this pale since ya' were pregnant." Mike said.

"Well I was told to do something and even though I don't want to, I have to." Sam replied cryptically.

"What is it?" Stacey was worried.

"Umm…Well it turns out that I have to go to the Roadhouse…" He bit his bottom lip.

"WHAT?! Doesn't Dean live there?" Stacey and Mike were shocked.

"Ugh yes…I have to help Ellen with some stuff. She says that I won't see him and that she'll keep him away for the whole time I'm gonna be over there, but I'm still scared…" Sam looked down.

"Sam, do you want me to go with ya'? I don't think ya' should go alone." Mike made Sam look at him.

"No it's okay. I won't be alone anyways, Tristan is goin' to be with me. We'll be fine, I hope." Sam tried to sound brave, but his friends could see right through him.

"No, you're gonna be stressed, but that ain't gonna stop ya' from goin'. Just come back if things go downhill okay. Plus Ash will be there with ya'." Stacey gave her opinion.

"I know…" Tristan just walked into the living room with a picture in his hand.

Tristan walked up to Sam and looked at him with puppy eyes. Sam sat him on his lap.

"Hey buddy what ya' got there?" Sam ruffled Tristan's hair.

"Daddy me know that Granpa John, but who them?" Tristan pointed to the two boys in the picture.

"That's me and your Daddy De." Sam gave a sad smile as he looked at the picture.

"Daddy De is big one?" He pointed to the big kid in the picture.

"Yeah. You look like him." Mike and Stacey looked at the picture and gasped.

"Sam isn't that your Brother?" Stacey asked.

"What?" Sam looked at her.

"Yea', you've shown us that picture before and you said that, that was your Father, your Brother, and you." Mike added.

"Umm…" Sam was stuck, he didn't know what to say. Luckily Tristan stayed quiet and didn't say anything.

"Sam is Dean your Brother?" Mike asked quietly. "Is that why ya' guys are havin' problems?"

"Yes." Sam looked at Tristan. "Baby go put the picture back where you found it okay."

"Okay Daddy." Tristan jumped off Sam's lap and ran to his room.

"You had sex with your own Brother? Did he force you and then that's why he regretted it?" Stacey was beyond shocked.

"No it wasn't forced. Dean would never do that to me…It's just that…we got drunk and it just happened…" Sam couldn't think of anything else to say.

"No way, even when you're drunk you know who your family is." Mike stood up and started to pace around the room.

"Sam tell us the truth. Did Dean force you to have sex with him?" Stacey couldn't think of anything else to ask.

"No! He didn't rape me okay!...I love him!" Sam spilled his secret in anger.

"Oh shit." Stacey whispered.

"I know, I'm a monster. Don't worry we'll leave town as soon as possible…You're free to leave." Sam stood up and went to look for his suitcase, but Mike stopped him.

"No, we're not leaving. We're all gonna sit down and you're gonna talk to us about this."

"Look there's more to this that you wouldn't understand. Stuff that you wouldn't believe…It's the reason why Ash still hasn't moved over here." Sam looked at them with tears in his eyes. "Stacey don't be mad at Ash, he really does love you. It's just complicated to explain our job."

"Then explain it to us Sam. We won't judge." Stacey said calmly and grabbed one of Sam's hands.

"Okay, but please just let me tell the whole story all the way through." Mike and Stacey nodded.

Sam recounted his story all the way from when he was six months old. He told them about the Yellow-Eyed Demon, his mom, Jessica, and the hunting. He even told them about the last battle and the final hunt that led to his and Dean's one night together. Throughout the whole explanation Mike and Stacey stayed quiet.

When Sam was finished he looked like he was about ready to bolt. All three of them stared at each other in a tense silence. Mike was the first to break the silence.

"Wow…And you went through this all your life til' now?" Mike had trouble believing everything that he had just heard.

"Yea'. I know it's hard to believe 'cause you guys were taught that monster's weren't real, but they are and I've fought them. I have my Father's journal that talks about a lot of Paranormal stuff and I have some weapons. Dean has the rest of them…About the falling in love with my Brother thing…Well that was after our Father died. I know it's wrong and immoral, but I really don't care anymore. I've been through hell all my life and I deserve to fall in love. Dean's the only person I trust unconditionally. We've been through so much together and we always depended on each other. We were brought up away from people and even though that's not an excuse, that's the way it is…" Mike and Stacey looked at each other then each grabbed one of Sam's hands.

"Sam we're not leavin' ya'. We didn't go through what you did and as unbelievable as it is, we have no right to judge…and even though we don't approve of incest, we can't choose who you love. Just give us some time to get used to that…From that one night came Tristan and he's a wonderful little boy, so it can't be all bad." Stacey smiled as she said her piece. Mike nodded in agreement.

"Are you guys telling me the truth? You still want to be friends?" Sam looked at them with hope and tears in his eyes.

"We're family Sam and we love ya' and we're not goin' anywhere. Don't worry, we won't tell anyone your secret." Mike gave Sam a hug.

"Thanks guys, it really means a lot to me…Bobby, Ash, and Tristan know about it too. I haven't told Peanut about the hunting yet. I'm waiting til' he's older, but he knows who me and Dean are. He knows that it's wrong in the eyes of society, but he won't tell anybody. He's sharp for his age."

"Okay, now that we have settled this. When are ya' leavin'?" Mike asked.

"I'mma start heading over there tomorrow. It's gonna take us two days 'cause I don't wanna have Tristan cooped up in the car all day. Which reminds me, I have to go to the store and get some snacks and things for Tristan." Sam started making a list in his head.

"I'll get what ya' need Sam, you just start packin' and talk to Tristan about the trip." Mike volunteered.

"'Kay. Thanks Mike." Mike left the house and headed for the store.

"Well it's been a long day for me, I'm gonna head home now. Ash is callin' me later anyways and me and him are gonna have a talk about his real job now that I know the truth…I appreciate you tellin' us the truth Sam. You could've kept lyin' to us, but ya' told us and that makes me happy…Now ya' give me a call if ya' need anythin' and be careful please." She gave Sam a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Now I'm gonna go say bye to my Nephew."

"Thanks Stace. Don't tell Ash I'm going over there though. I want him to be surprised." Stacey nodded then walked away.

After Stacey had left, Sam went to Tristan's room. His son was sitting on his bed looking at a photo album Sam had made when Tristan was a year old. It had a couple of old pictures that Sam had found of his family. Some were of when he was a newborn and others of before he was born. Sam sat down next to his son and placed him on his lap.

"Hey Peanut I need to talk to you." Tristan looked up solemnly at his daddy.

"Was I's a bad boy for showing the picture?" Tristan's eyes got watery.

"No baby you weren't a bad boy. I think it was time for your Aunt and Uncle to know the whole truth about me." He gave Tristan a kiss on the forehead and wiped the tears off his cheeks.

"Daddy?"

"Yea' Peanut?"

"Is Daddy De ewer gonna know 'bout me?" Tristan looked up at Sam with innocent eyes.

Sam visibly gulped, "I don't know Tris. That's why I have to talk to you…Umm you see, we're taking a trip to the Roadhouse. You remember me telling you about there right?"

"Uh huh I's 'member. Daddy De lives there with Unky Ash."

"Right. Okay well Ellen the lady who owns the Roadhouse needs my help and I have to go over there to help her. She says that I won't see Daddy De, but there might be a small chance that we might see him. The thing is Peanut, that if Daddy De sees us, you can't call him that. Remember he doesn't know about you yet, but if he sees you, I'll sit down and tell him the truth okay. But for now it's our little secret okay baby?" Sam looked at him with a serious face.

"Me know Daddy. Me no say." Tristan knew when his daddy was serious.

"Okay good boy. Now I'm gonna pack our bags. Today we have to go to bed early 'cause we're leaving early in the morning tomorrow. You can sleep with me tonight." Sam smiled.

Tristan hugged Sam, "Yay!...Uh Daddy can I's take my toys?"

"You can take some of them and a couple of books and I know you're taking Teddy." Sam grinned.

"Teddy will be wonely if I's don't." Tristan pouted.

That night Sam held Tristan close to him. He was scared of what could happen while he was over there. He knew that Ellen couldn't possibly keep Dean away from the Roadhouse for longer than a day. He looked down at his son and sighed, 'What is Ellen gonna think when she sees you?...If she dares insult you, we're gone. I promise you that.' Sam closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

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So far the drive to the Roadhouse was going okay. Tristan was a little fidgety, but fell asleep after an hour. Sam would look back at him through the rearview mirror. He smiled when he saw him clutching teddy bear with one hand and sucking his thumb with the other.

He decided to stop and find a motel early. He was hungry and Tristan was dying to get out of the car.

"Daddy my bum hurts." Tristan whined.

"I know buddy, let's go get our room first and then we'll go eat." Sam smiled.

After getting their room and eating, Sam took Tristan for a short walk so he could stretch his legs and burn some energy. Then they went back to their room and Sam colored with Tristan for a while. They went to bed early after he told his son a bedtime story.

Throughout the four years Sam told Tristan about their family. Every night his bedtime stories included Dean and the lives he saved, though Tristan thought it was pretend. He never mentioned the hunting as for Tristan was too young to understand. He did explain to him the best he could about his relation to Dean. He wanted to start telling Tristan about that early, he didn't want his son finding out unexpectedly or have him hate them because they're brothers. Tristan still really didn't understand all of it, but did get the basics of it. He knew not to talk about it with anyone unless they were his grandpa or uncle Ash.

The rest of the drive to the Roadhouse the next day was short. Tristan read his books to entertain himself. He didn't like being stuck in his car seat for long periods of time. Sam got more and more tense the closer they got to their destination. Occasionally he would look back at Tristan to try to calm down.

Sam was relieved to see that the Impala wasn't at the Roadhouse. He parked the car and just sat there looking at the front door. After a couple of minutes Tristan started to complain. Sam felt sympathy for him and got out of the car and helped Tristan out of his car seat. They stretched their arms and legs for a bit, then Sam lifted his soon into his arms. He took a deep breath and started walking to the door. His hand was shaking as he reached for the handle.

Ellen looked up from where she was standing at the bar when she heard the door. She smiled brightly as soon as she saw Sam. She was surprised to see him holding a small child, but then again four years had passed. She wiped her hands and walked up to Sam, who was walking slowly towards her.

"Oh my God! Hey Sam." Ellen gave him an awkward hug, as he was holding Tristan.

"Hi Ellen." Sam smiled and shifted a little. Tristan was hiding his face in the crook of his neck.

"And who's this little guy?" She smiled when Tristan squeezed himself tighter against Sam.

"This is Tristan, my son. As you can see he's a little shy." He chuckled. "Peanut say hi to Ellen." Tristan peeked through his bangs, but stayed hiding in his father's neck and said a muffled hi. "C'mon Tristan, you can do better than that." He tried to pull Tristan away from him a bit.

Tristan looked at Ellen, "Hi." He said shyly.

"Hi there Tristan." She smiled. She took a good look at him and noticed something, but stayed quiet.

Tristan rested his head on his father's shoulder. He was sleepy and tired from sitting in the car seat for the whole morning and most of the afternoon. Ellen noticed him yawning.

"Your old room is set up for ya' Sam. Ya' can lay the little guy there now, he looks like he's about to fall asleep." Ellen offered.

"Thanks. Are ya' sure Ellen? Me and Tristan can stay at a hotel." Sam didn't want to stay there, a lot of memories were coming back.

"Of 'course I'm sure Hun. Plus I don't think Tristan wants to go back to his car seat." Ellen reassured.

"Okay then, well I'll go tuck him in, then I'll come back down and we'll…talk." Sam started to head for the stairs.

"I missed ya' Sam." Ellen called out.

Sam swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, "Me too." He went upstairs.

Sam placed Tristan on the bed near the window. He took off his little sneakers and his hoodie then tucked him in. Tristan was practically asleep by the time Sam was finished.

He gave him a kiss on the forehead and whispered, "I'll be right back baby boy. Daddy's gotta talk to Ellen for a bit." Tristan nodded sleepily and Sam left the room and went back to the bar.

"So Sam how have ya' been all this time?" Ellen asked as Sam sat on one of the stools.

"I've been good. Raising my son and stuff." Sam felt uneasy.

"Good. Where's your Wife or Girlfriend? Why didn't she come with ya'? Ellen needed these questions answered to confirm her suspicions.

"Umm…I'm not married and there's no girl in my life." Sam took a deep breath. "I gave birth to him and no, there's no guy in my life either." Sam knew Ellen could tell that his son looked like Dean.

"How old is he?"

"He's uh four, why?" Sam knew what was coming next and cringed.

"Is uh, is that the reason why ya' left? You found out that ya' were pregnant and got scared?" Sam looked away and didn't answer.

"Sam is Dean the Father?" She asked a bit forcefully, but not meaning to.

Sam flinched, "How…how could you tell?"

"Well for one he looks exactly like Dean, secondly you've been gone for four years and that's how old your son is." She sighed. "Is this the reason why you and Dean distanced yourselves from each other? You guys were sleeping together then broke up and came here…I mean I know Dean was being a jerk to ya', but he would've helped ya' and we would've too." Ellen replied.

"Look, first of all me and Dean only slept together once and we were drunk okay. Yes he knocked me up and I don't care what he would or wouldn't have done. If you're going to judge me or insult my son, I'm gone and you can find help somewhere else. Now I came here to help, not talk about my personal life." Sam didn't think it was her business to know everything.

Ellen was stunned, "I didn't mean to offend ya', it really wasn't my intention. I'm not judging what you two did, it's not my place and it really doesn't surprise me. You two have always been closer than Brother's should be. That little boy is beautiful Sam, I could never insult him…Now, about our problem, you're gonna have to wait about forty-five minutes. Riley had to go pick up some things, but while we wait you can tell me what you've been doing for the past four years and tell me about that son of yours." Ellen smiled. Dean was the one who was going to be showing up.

Sam visibly calmed down and proceeded to tell Ellen what she wanted to know. She laughed at Tristan's antics. Sam showed her pictures of when he was smaller. The time flew by and both of them were so distracted that they didn't notice who had walked into the bar until they heard a gasp.

"S…Sammy?" Dean said quietly.

Sam's back was towards him, he didn't respond. He was pale and shaking.

"Sammy is that you?" Dean's voice was shaky.

Sam turned around slowly until he and Dean were facing each other. They just stayed where they were standing, looking at one another. They still looked the same after four years. Jo was pissed that Sam was back. She hoped that he would leave soon. To top it all off Ash all of a sudden barged in behind Dean and Jo.

His jaw dropped when he saw Sam, "Oh shit!"

By this time Dean had snapped out of his trance. He took a step towards Sam.

"Ho…how have you been? When did you get here? Are…are you staying?" Dean wanted to hug his brother, but was afraid that he would bolt.

"I…" Sam couldn't say anything else because Tristan made his presence known.

Tristan was crying as he made his way downstairs. Before Sam could react Ellen had gotten to Tristan first and picked him up.

He kept crying, "Daddy! I want my Daddy!" Ellen handed him to Sam.

"Shh, shh, Daddy's right here. I got ya' baby boy. I got ya'." Sam soothed.

"You left me aw…awone. I…I's was scared." He layed his head on Sam's shoulder and sucked his thumb.

"I'm so sorry Peanut, I should've checked on you earlier. It's Daddy's fault, forgive me." Sam rubbed his back.

Tristan gave a slight nod and looked at the people who were staring at him and his daddy. He smiled when he saw Ash.

"Hi Unky Ash!" He stretched his arms towards Ash.

Sam handed him to his uncle, "He…hey there TJ." He hugged his nephew tightly and gave him a kiss on the temple.

"Missed you." Tristan gave him a kiss on the nose.

"I missed ya' too bud." Ash looked at Sam with a question in his eyes.

Throughout the whole exchange Ellen, Dean, and Jo stared at Ash and Tristan in shock. Sam had put two and two together and realized that he had been set up. He was pissed off, he figured out that Ellen and Bobby had planned the whole thing. Ash handed Tristan back to him.

Tristan looked at Dean, then whispered in Sam's ear, "That's Daddy De." Tristan smiled.

"Yea' baby that's right." He gave a shaky smile.

Dean, Jo, and Ellen turned to Ash, "You know him?!"

Ash nodded slowly, "Umm…He's uh…he's my Godson."

"You fucking lied to me! This whole time you knew about Sam. I asked you and you said he never said anything to you!" Dean exploded at Ash.

"Don't you dare yell at him…I'm the one who told him not to tell!" Sam defended Ash.

Dean whirled to look at Sam, he looked at the scared little boy in his brother's arms. He took in every detail of his physical appearance and was stunned. The little boy looked exactly how he did when he was a kid. He put two and two together and realized one of the reasons why his little brother had left, that little boy was his son.

He looked at Sam straight in the eyes, one question in his mind, "Sam is…"

Sam knew what he was asking and didn't let him finish, "Yes he is."

Jo quickly realized what they were talking about and was shocked. That little annoying looking kid was Sam and Dean's son. She stayed quiet and just looked at the exchange.

Dean felt like if the world was spinning. He had a son, a four year old son that he never knew about. He was shocked, confused, and on top of it all he was angry. Sam had kept it from him, he had kept his son away from him. He was a father, a father that hadn't been able to be there for his son or his brother since he hadn't known about it.

He felt like if all the air had been sucked out of the room and he just needed to get out, "I…I gotta get out of here…I just…" Dean ran out of the Roadhouse. The Impala's tires screeching as Dean pulled out of the Roadhouse.

TBC...

A/N: So what did you guys think? :-)