Part 1

Dean went through the motions of hunting. It was rote by now. Ol' Yellow Eyes was gone but Dean Winchester had never been sane enough to give up the hunt. Nothing as exciting as the Yellow-Eyed son of a bitch who had ruined his life when he was four years old. Every demon since had either had the sense to stay out of his way or was dumb enough to fall into his crosshairs. So, he often found his mind wandering as he ducked flying objects or crept around corners, hoping that his knees weren't creaking too much.

"So, I'd like to think you're the kind of father that I could say anything to and it wouldn't faze you so, I'm just gonna start talking. The morning after graduation, I stumbled in around 3. The witching hour as they call it. I always have this need to be in my own bed by 3:30. Anyway, stinking drunk… sticky from… a few rolls in the hay with my boyfriend. Somehow made it to my room to pass out without waking up Christopher, that's my stepdad, or Toby, my little brother, and just… crashed. And if you're wondering, yes, I've been drinking tonight."

Dean swung his body into a room and ran the flashlight over the walls. The damned sigil was here and he was going to tear it off the wall and burn it.

"I woke up with a laptop in my arms. Apparently a gift that I hadn't opened. I thanked Christopher for it and he freaked out. Then my mom freaked out. Then they started talking and nothing made any sense and then Mom… she finally tells me my father's name. I had never thought to ask to see my birth certificate. I never thought to insist on knowing and then when I did… and I put it together with the asshole at the gas station. I was devastated. I had wasted my chance to tell you off."

Dean dropped his weary body into the Impala and wished he had a vice that was easy to carry around without getting busted by the cops. Smoking was only legal in one state anymore. Drinking was only in bars unless you could find the right people with the right connections. Weed was fucking everywhere but he never got into that. What dumbass legalized weed but banned tobacco?

"I got the trust fund. It let me go to my first choice college instead of my fifth. When'd you start that thing? The balance is like… wow. Even if you'd been saving for me to go when you found out about me… tuition and inflation. Wow, man. Restraint. Is there a monster inheritance too?"

When Dean arrived at Sarah's, the lights were still on downstairs and he could hear the high-pitched giggles of his niece. He snuck in but they knew he was there. The Impala had announced his arrival. Sam grinned up at him from where he was human jungle gym for Samuel Winchester Jr. Little Madeline Winchester ran up to her uncle Dean and demanded kisses.

"So… This is all stuff I've said before. Cause we've been doing this letter and phone tag for three years and… I'm gonna graduate next spring and I… Dammit, Dean! I'm drunk and it's your fault."

"Maddy!" Dean kissed her cheeks and swung the five-year-old around. "How's my girl?"

"Uncle Dean! Daddy's home!" She pointed to her father.

"Uncle Dean! Watch this!" Sammy called out and looked up at his father. Sam gripped the boy's hands and let Sammy do his thing. He ran up his father's legs and flipped over to land on his feet again. "Did you see?"

"Regular Glenn McCuen." Dean whistled but nearly choked when Sarah laughed.

"You know who Glenn McCuen is?"

"What." Dean glared at her. "He was a very talented athlete."



"Yes, he was but I didn't know you were into gymnasts, Dean." She grinned as she rose from the carpet to greet her brother-in-law. "How was the hunt?"

"Pie… and speaking of… Marta still work for you?" Dean tilted his head at her.

"Yes and she saved you some. I'm beginning to think that she thinks you're the boss." She pinched his belly. "Everything is Mr. Dean this and Mr. Dean that."

"Mr. Dean! Tehát jó -hoz lát ön újra." Marta smiled broadly as she entered the den with the tray of hot chocolate for the kids.

"Marta, szerelmem, legyen szíves mondja meg hogyan van pástétom." Dean grinned at her. She pinched his cheek and nodded. "Awesome."

"You wait. I will bring it." Her smile grew broader when Dean was visibly impressed with her English. "Mrs. Sarah teaches me slowly. No worry. We still have our private talk." She patted his cheek and went back into the kitchen.

"Wow. And she said she'd never learn English." Dean nodded to Sarah. "Good job."

"I ran your name today. Just a stupid search engine. I put your name in and hit enter and the things that popped up. I… I'm speechless. Did you really do all the things they say you've done? The FBI says that you're armed and dangerous and that anyone who has had any contact with you is to contact the proper authorities immediately and not to approach for personal safety. It says that about the man who shares my DNA."

Dean pushed aside the empty pie pan and grinned at Sarah when she shook her head at him. Sam rolled his eyes and got up to deposit his sleeping daughter in her bed. Sarah sipped her coffee. "How can you eat so much, be so old and still not gain any weight?"

"A childhood of malnutrition."

"I'm still convinced that you have four stomachs like a cow."

"Well, I was born near Stull." Dean chuckled. "So, did I get him home in time to meet your deadline?"

She sighed and shook her head at him. "I wasn't serious about leaving him. When are you going to settle down? I know half a dozen cougars who would eat you up and leave you their money when you've serviced them to death."

"Wow. That is tempting." Dean snorted and then laughed out loud. "Cougars. Did I ever tell you about the time Sam-"

"Yes and I don't want to hear it again." She rose with her empty cup and kissed Dean's head. "Marta made up the guestroom for you. Be here for breakfast or she'll be heartbroken."

"It was kind of cool to say that my dad was a hustler. It was kind of romantic. I can't say that my biological father is wanted for murder and fraud and kidnapping. It's not who I am. How can I be part of someone who could do things like that?"

TBC