After following the path that Mr. Lewis had pointed out, Sam and Dee were back at the barn with the little girl chattering away at the horse as if it was a real person interested in everything she said. Sam couldn't help but smile, and continued to hold her tight until one of the helpers could take her.

"You know, I haven't seen Brunhilda take to anyone like she's taken to you two. If I didn't know better, I'd saw she actually liked you Sam." Skeeter Lewis said smiling at the young man awkwardly getting off the horse.

Sam shook his head, "I promise you Mr. Lewis, it wasn't me, it was all Dee."

Both men laughed at the puzzled look on Dee's face when she turned her attention back to them. "Wha's funny Daddy?" she asked, wondering if they were laughing at her.

"It's ok Babygirl, we weren't laughing at you. We think it's funny that the horse only really likes little girls."

Not fully understanding the problem, she shrugged her tiny shoulders and scrambled onto the fence before giving the mare a hug around the neck. "Of course she does… she a girl too silly Daddy!" she said firmly, sending both men into another fit of laughter that she didn't understand at all.

Knowing that he was lucky to have kept Dee occupied for this long, Sam thanked Mr. Lewis for the ride, and took Dee to the truck. After getting her situated, he was about to shut her door when she looked at him with her wide eyes and announced. "I's goin' t' have a horse jus' like Br'nhlda, Daddy… an' you can ride her always!" Sam thought about that for a moment and wondered why he felt a sense of sadness when he heard her say that. It took him a moment to remember that she wasn't really his, at least not here and that she might have a horse someday; but he would never see it.

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Lillian couldn't believe what she was hearing, and in fact asked Wicca to repeat it… twice! "You want me to do what? Are you out of your mind, don't bother answering, I already know the answer to that." She said peevishly. It wasn't what she had been advised to do that upset her; he could do it with her eyes closed. What upset her was she thought she had made sure that her debt to the Winchester's was paid; if she kept this up, she'd have a target on her back and that she couldn't allow. "Wicca, are you sure he needs this?... Yes, I know that he and his brother are wanted men… No, of course I don't want my spell to be for nothing… Oh for… Ok, I'll do it, but I need to let him know of this one."

As she reached for her phone she couldn't help but wonder if she was ever going to be done with the Winchester's, then again it could be advantageous to know a couple of hunter's willing to help out occasionally. Sighing, she dialed the number and waited for the call to connect.

"Hello?" Sam answered, not recognizing the number.

"Sam, its Lillian… look, don't say anything just listen… I know that Dee is next to you and I don't want her to get the wrong impression, so I'll make it quick… I've been advised to cast another spell, this time on you." She heard his quick intake of breathe, and she was certain that she could hear his heartbeat increase from where she was. "Sam, don't panic, it's really to help… I need to cast a spell that will camouflage you from those who would do you and Dean harm, do you understand?"

A small chuckle was her immediate response, then a hesitant, "Not really, but I have a feeling that won't matter. Look, Lillian, I appreciate what you've done, but I really have to say…"

"Quiet Sam, just remember to play along with whatever someone says to you, at least until the spell on Dean is lifted, alright?"

"Uh, sure… oh, about that. How sure are you about what you told me, you know about the deal and stuff."

Smiling, Lillian answered, "I'm positive Sam, although I'm not certain about the time frame now, it could be longer that the initial date. We've really stirred up some drama in the underworld and…"

"Is there trouble?" he asked, his voice suddenly changing from cordial to steel.

"No Sam, nothing like that. Dee is safe, as are you and your brother. I just wanted to let you know that it might be a few extra days. Until then, play along with whatever disguise you have going, because I have it on good authority that you're going to need it sooner than you think."

Sam pondered what Lillian said before she hung up and finally put the phone down. Looking at Dee, he asked, "You ready for lunch? I think we can sneak in and see Twyla for a few minutes."

"Yay! I like Tw'la!" Dee said, remembering how nice she was when she visited at the hospital. Now they were going to go see her, she had the best Daddy of all!

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Twyla knew that Sam and his little girl Dee would be there for lunch unless someone called and said that the agent was close by. However, at this point she didn't care. She had always liked Sam, even when she had the biggest crush on his brother, but now that she's seen how he is with Dee, she couldn't help but fall for him. It hadn't taken a rocket scientist to know that little Dee had been born while Sam was at college, and knowing that he was someone who would never cheat, it made sense that he was now a single daddy.

She thought sadly about the day they had gotten the news that Sam was no longer at Stanford because his apartment caught fire and killed his girlfriend. Everyone felt sorry for him, knowing that she had to have been someone special to catch his heart. Now they all have seen his little girl, and although the questions kept piling up about her, it didn't take long for the elderly Widow Brewster to set everyone straight. "You can't expect that boy to be running from the law and dragging that baby with him, now do you?" she had asked everyone, obviously exasperated about the town's lack of brains.

Sighing, Twyla had to wonder about that too. There was no way that Dean could have killed those women in St. Louis; the most obvious reason was… he loved women too much! As far as Sam went, she could see him following his big brother around, but that didn't make him a murderer either. Now if they could just get that moron of an agent out of the way, then Sam and Dee could come by and relax. Just another customer coming for lunch, not anything special… nope… she couldn't even lie to herself – drat!

Seeing the black truck pull up and Sam step out the driver's side, Twyla couldn't get rid of the goofy grin on her face. It only got wider as she watched him help Dee out of her seat and onto the pavement. As they walked in, Dee was still chatting about the horse that she rode and Twyla thought she had to be the most adorable doll.

"Hey you two, I was wondering if we were still on for lunch." She said, walking them to a table by the window. "Now, if I remember right… Dee you want chocolate milk, with a grilled cheese sandwich, but no tomato soup, right?" she laughed when she saw the little girl look at her with amazement. "and for Daddy over here, he's probably feeling a little more along the lines of the special with a salad and big cup of coffee heavy on the sugar."

Sam smiled at Twyla; she sure knew how to entertain Dee. "Yeah, thanks again Twyla. We were starting to go a little stir crazy; you know there's only so many times a guy can cook up edible play do without starting to wander about his own masculinity." He said lightly.

Laughing, Twyla put her hand on Sam's shoulder, "I can assure you that you have nothing to worry about. Give me just a minute and I'll bring your lunches out."

Dee watched Twyla leave and then looked back at her daddy in awe. "Did you hear tha' Daddy? She knew wha' I want'd!"

"Um hmm, and I bet if you eat your lunch, she'll be able to tell you what you want for dessert." He said mysteriously, as if he was just in awe of their waitress as she was.

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Bobby didn't know whether to be worried or mad. He'd been trying to call Sam, but all he got was the voicemail, which didn't alleviate his fears at all. There they were with two days until Dean's deal was due, and now Sam has dropped off the radar. Ok, that wasn't entirely true, he knew that he hadn't really even started looking yet, but just the thought of that boy being in lock up while little Dee was in foster care until… until what? According to a witch, the hellhounds wouldn't come, but what if she was wrong? Not wanting to think about that scenario, he was determined to find Sam and drag him back to where he knew they would be safe.

Pulling into the diner, he was relieved to see the truck, but got upset when he saw Sam sitting at the window as if he hadn't a care in the world. Before he could even get out of his own vehicle though, another cruiser pulled up and he saw Agent Hendrickson get out with his normal arrogant swagger as if he had every bit of authority to do whatever he wanted. Of course the Sheriff was right beside him as they walked into the diner and Bobby knew that he needed to get in there quick.

Sam saw Agent Hendrickson and started to panic until he remembered what Lillian told him. Taking a deep breath he turned to Dee. "Babygirl, I need you to stay very quiet for me, ok? If anyone asks your name, don't answer. Can you do that for Daddy?" he asked, hoping that this would work; otherwise Dee could be in a foster home by the end of the day.

Hendrickson and the Sheriff talked to Twyla for a moment, and the waitress wasn't happy with the conversation but pointed to the booth that Sam and Dee were in. As the Sheriff escorted Hendrickson over to the booth, Bobby slipped in across from Sam with a 'what the hell' look, only to have him wink back in return. Wondering what was going on, Bobby looked at Dee to see if she had a clue, but she looked at him with wide eyes as if she was wondering too.

"David, it's good to see you back." Sheriff Larsen said jovially before getting to the business at hand. "As you know, Sam and Dean Winchester got into some trouble and the FBI has been looking for them. Now this gentleman here is Agent Hendrickson, and he believes that you're actually Sam in disguise. I really hate to disturb you and your daughter during lunch, but we need to get this cleared up."

Sam felt as bewildered as Bobby looked. Hoping that Lillian knew what she was doing, then glancing at Dee and deciding that the witch seemed to, he answered, "Sure thing Sheriff, it's not really a problem I guess. You know Sam and I were always being told that we looked more like brothers than him and Dean." Pausing for a moment, he looked at Bobby then at Hendrickson, "So, you really think I'm him? I mean, no offense agent, but as you can see I have a little girl to take care of, and I wouldn't know when I'd have the time to go traipsing off cross country like they seem to be doing."

Hendrickson saw the man in front him, heard the man in front of him, and had to wonder if he really was seeing what he thought he was seeing. This couldn't be the same man that he saw in here that night. "So, if you haven't been going all over the place, how about you telling us where you've been since you're wife died!" he demanded, not expecting the results that occurred.

"Mommy dead Daddy?" Dee cried out, her eyes widened in horror and tears flowed down her face.

Horrified about what just happened, Sam scooped up Dee and whispered in her ear. "It's alright Babygirl, shhhh, it's ok…." only vaguely hearing Bobby talking to the other men.

"Look, as you can see, David hadn't exactly talked to his little girl about it. So, could you give us…"

"What the hell did you two morons do?" Twyla yelled, she had been nervous about this encounter, and had hoped that Sam could find a way out of this mess, but when she had looked earlier, he was having a nice chat with not only the Sheriff, but with the agent as well. Now though, Dee was crying as if her heart was broken and both the Sheriff and the agent looked like they had both been kicked in the balls.

Sheriff Larsen had no idea what had happened, he knew David O'Halloran as well as most of the people in town, so when he saw him with his little girl, he hadn't thought that she didn't know; she was what… three? Plenty old enough to start asking questions about a missing mother.

Wondering what was going on, Hendrickson looked carefully at the man in front of him and started to really see the differences between Sam and David. Knowing that the Winchester's weren't going to go so far as have plastic surgery, he started to feel that maybe he was on the wrong track after all. Maybe he should head out while he still could.

"I believe that I should take my investigation elsewhere Sheriff. If you hear anything, please notify me immediately; they both are still considered armed and dangerous."

The Sheriff and Hendrickson were still talking as they walked out the door leaving behind the mayhem that they caused. Seeing the men leave, Sam wiped Dee's tears away and softly said, "Dee, your mommy is fine. She's not dead, I promise… ok?"

Dee was more than a little confused, she heard her daddy act as if he was someone else and then the mean man asked her daddy about her mommy, but now her daddy said that her mommy was fine. Curling up closer, she laid her head on her daddy's chest and listened to the thump thump of his heart and let it guide her to sleep.