A/N: Alright here's the next chapter. It's short, but it's something. Right? Anyways, if I had more ideas I might be able to get them out faster. I do have some ideas about the next chapter so it might actually come out a little faster than this one, but I don't know because writer's block hits me a lot. Anyways this chapter explains a little about Chase's life. How not having a father made a lot of disciplinary problems, but shows that he really respects his mom. Anyways, enjoy. ; )

At the Hotel…

Alec had immediately tried to crash on the bed, but thoughts about Chase and Max were running through his head a mile a minute. That and the metal springs of the mattress were digging into his back. He sighed and sat up, getting out of the bed and grabbing the box of pictures and movies that Max had given him.

He sat back down on his bed and with a glance over at his brother, in the other bed; he grabbed a stack of pictures. The first picture was a close up of Max holding a small bundle in a baby blue blanket. Her hair was pasted to her head with sweat, but she looked radiant. The second picture was farther back and showed Original Cindy, in scrubs indicating that she had been there during the birth; Normal; Sketchy; Gem; Joshua; Dix; even Mole had showed up and there were two tall guys with their arms around two shorter women. Alec figured the last four were transgenics.

The next picture was a close up of the hazel- eyed baby looking up at the camera quietly with the next one of him with his eyes closed. On the back of the first picture were the words 'Chase Liberte Winchester.' He smiled at the name. Chase freedom. And, she had given Chase Dean's last name. He sighed and went through the rest of the pictures. They went through most of Chase's life. There were a couple with Chase in fatigues standing next to Max who was dressed similarly, they couldn't have been taken that long ago because Chase was a teenager in the pictures. Then there were some with Chase as a normal kid. There were some with him on a teeter- totter, in the sand box, making mud pies, and swimming, having a mud fight and a paint fight with his mom who was looked like she was glowing.

After the pictures there were some papers. Report cards with a 4.0 GPA and some papers that showed he had passed a class early and went onto the next card, there were about ten notes home from teachers talking about disciplinary problems and general disrespect. One teacher went onto complain about 'that God- awful smirk' and his 'devil- may- care attitude.' There were ten more letters from the principle talking about the same thing. Then there was a list of the numbers of detentions and pranks that Chase had pulled, and they were way up there. Dean couldn't help but smirk at that; so he was right in his first impression, the kid was a handful. But, he obviously respected his mother.

Dean sighed and turned to the tapes. He got the VCR to work and started them up. The first tape had a spelling bee where Chase would have won, but got disqualified for insulting the judges and the general populace.

The next tape was of a series of fights were Chase kicked ass until he got to the last fight. It was a fight against his mother and suddenly the lazy expression and the slouch were gone. He was taking this fight seriously. Both of the fighters' punched were surgical and just plain good, some of the moves were even dirty like they had been in the first fights, but these were pulled off with a little more determination. Eventually it became clear that this was a lesson as Dean realized that Max was stringing him along. After a while she threw Chase down on the mat with a hand around his throat, waited a couple seconds and then helped him up.

The last tape held Chase's graduation where he once again insulted the general populace and then got into a fist fight up on stage. Dean heard a snort in the background and then a 'That's my boy.' Dean was worried that Chase would hurt the other boys (there were four of them, but they were just ordinary), but the camera kept rolling as teachers and parents tried to break up the fight. Eventually the camera was put on a tri- pod, while still keeping the fight in sight.

Dean saw Max make her way up to the front through the parents and teachers and watch the fight with her arms crossed. She looked more amused than anything and she obviously didn't think that Chase was going to hurt anybody. Dean turned back to the fight and realized that Chase was keeping his punched in check and letting the other boys' punched get through his defense. Dean also noticed the smirk on Chase's face. After a couple of minutes Chase noticed his mother standing there. She had raised her eyebrow at him and he gave her a sheepish grin before stepping out of the fight. The funny thing was that the other four boys, who had ganged up on Chase, were still fighting each other.

Max and Chase shook their heads and rolled their eyes slightly. Then Chase turned to Max and said something to which she smiled slightly. They just got within range of the camera for Dean to hear Max's response; 'Original Cindy is an ordinary.'

Chase replied with an 'Aw, she doesn't count. There are always a few exceptions.' Max snorted and shook her head. Chase grinned at his mother's obvious amusement to his statement and then said, 'I don't suppose that you find me so amusing and adorable that you'll skip punishing me for this little…mishap?'

Max looked back at her son and smirked. He grinned at her again and said, 'Naw, I didn't think so.'

Max bit back her laughter at that and then picked up the camera. 'Do you want to celebrate your graduation before or after your punishment.'

'After definitely after.' With that said the camera was turned back and whatever happened after that was merely memory.

Dean sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. He had missed so much of his son's life and now the kid obviously hated him for something Dean didn't have any control over! Dean didn't even know that the kid existed much less that he was missing out on his life.

Dean sighed again and then decided that regardless of what Max wanted; Dean wasn't going to just leave quietly. He was going to get to know his son. Chase had said something about work so Dean would check Crash and find out when Chase got off. With that plan in mind Dean went back to bed. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep. He was physically and mentally exhausted. At least he wouldn't have any nighmares.

Dean woke up the next morning to the sound of water running and the smell of coffee and donuts coming from over on the table. He got up and grabbed the donut and coffee and ate while standing. He didn't like the look of the chairs, not knowing what he could catch from sitting on them.

Soon after he was finished his brother came out of the bathroom, "Sammy, I'm going to go find my son."

Sam looked at him and sighed, "Dean, you know what Max said."

"I don't care, Sam. He's my son."

Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair in agitation. "Look, Dean. Did you ever think that Max had a reason to not want you to go and confront Chase? Why don't we just go and talk to her first? Get some questions answered." When Dean shook his head Sam sighed and said, "Alright, fine. How are we going to find him?"

"Figured we'd go by Crash and see when he gets off."

Sam closed his eyes and nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, but if this goes bad don't say that Max didn't warn us."

Dean just nodded distractedly and went to take a shower, coming out minutes late and going out the door with Sam following close behind. Just before Sam shut the door he looked around the hotel room with a sigh. I hope we're doing the right thing.