Chapter 9

AN: I don't own anything but the plot of the story. I borrowed some stuff from vampire diaries and twilight the plot is mine course. Beta was Matchmaker131 as always thanks for the help. Please don't forget the feed back it helps positive thoughts though. Enjoy!

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John was sitting outside in his truck, he'd gone to Joshua's to get the ammo, but after he got Jessica's call he headed for the airport to pick her up. At the moment he was watching his granddaughter sleep, she was beautiful and looked just like her mom, but she had Sam's dimples and he'd been told his eyes. He knew that Sam wanted to cut his ties but he couldn't let this little girl not know her father and he wanted to know her as well.

Jessica's first phone call to him about the pregnancy he'd known something was different. She was craving raw meat, and blood in her diet, but she wasn't a vampire. She still had the symptoms though; holy water burned her, daylight made her skin red. When the doctor couldn't explain the fact the baby looked like it already had teeth when he really knew it didn't John knew something was up.

Keeping all of this from Sam was hard, but Jess had begged him not to say anything. Not until she could come talk to Sam herself, which had been after she'd given birth. It had been a while six months to the date, but she hadn't wanted to risk it, and John had suggested she finish the semester.

He knew she had no plans of going back to Stanford; she'd made that clear in her last call. She wanted to be with Sam and their daughter, even if it meant being on the road all the time. Jessica still didn't know about Dean though, they'd come to that bridge soon enough; after all, his oldest son was kinda hard to hide sometimes.

John smiled at the little girl as she kicked her little feet in her sleep; she had brown hair, which was about all he had seen so far in person. He did have a picture Jess had sent him when Tabitha was born. She'd had a full head of dark hair already and been born with tiny fangs. She'd grow her human teeth when she was another month or so older.

Some might think that they were freaks, but besides being nocturnal, John thought his family was normal. He'd protect them until the day that he died, and knew by then, his sons would be able to protect themselves as well as the women and any children they produced.

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Sam looked at Jess he'd been standing in shock for at least five minutes. He finally managed to say something before he sat down on the edge the bed. "Daughter, we have a daughter, I left a year half ago,"

She sighed before explaining everything, about the pregnancy, the fact that she'd almost died in labor, as well as how she'd begged John not to say nothing. "I didn't know what to do, Sam, you kept telling me, that you couldn't see a future with me, I thought you wouldn't want our daughter either," she finished by wiping the tears out her eyes.

Sam went over to pull her up out the chair into his arms, telling her that he loved her more than anything, and he'd only left for purely selfish reasons mainly because he wouldn't want to live when she died as a human. "I wanted to be with you, I would trade anything to be normal, but I've learned to live with what happened to me," he said not wanting to let her go, he didn't have to breathe to smell her scent not human breathing, his vampire sensed did that for him.

"I love you, Sam, and if it means that I have to become what you and our daughter is to stay with you forever, then I'll do it, but you can't be selfish and choose for me," Jess said pulling away. She told him that she left school, and she had no plans to go back. She might have dreamed of being a teacher but she felt her life, was with him and his family.

He asked about her family as well as how they felt about the situation. The reply was simple, she'd written them a note telling them she needed to find Sam, and her life was with him. "If I can't have you Sam, I won't be with another man," she insisted.

Sam smiled, before he kissed her with all the passion for her coming through. The sound of the door opening had them pulling apart what seemed like second later. Jess smiled when she saw John coming in, she'd told him to wait twenty minutes before bringing in the baby.

"I was wondering when I would get to meet her," Sam said as John allowed him to take his daughter, "She's beautiful," he couldn't deny what his heart wanted even if it wouldn't beat again. Without knowing it Tabitha had her father wrapped around her finger instantly, Sam was smitten with his bundle of joy. Therefore, it seemed Jessica was stubborn, and his dad was sneaky but he couldn't be mad at them. Sam had been willing to get Dean what he knew his brother needed which was a family, but it seemed the universe gave him what he needed also just because he had been open to receive it.

"Dean doesn't know about the baby, he knows I was keeping in touch with Jess though," John said watching his son with his daughter. It was hard to think that his youngest was growing up on him.

Sam laughed at the thought of what Dean was going say when he saw Jess, and his niece. "He's going to get you," he teased his dad.

John smiled, and knew that he might get a puppy dog look for leaving his son out the loop, but Dean would forgive him. "He's going to spoil her you know," he added looking at the happy parents.

Sam didn't care if his brother spoiled his little girl, that was what Uncle's were for and Dean would look after them like he did his baby brother. "Dean's not going to be back tonight so you can stay in here with us," Sam said to Jess who nodded with a sleepy yawn. All the anxiousness plus the airplane ride had taken it out her. John let her know he'd bring her bags in before morning as he put the main bag that she needed with Tabitha's things in them on the coffee table.

Jessica fell asleep with Sam laying beside her with their daughter sleeping peacefully in her portable crib.

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John left Dean a text message to call him before he came back to the hotel. He didn't want to a make mistake and accidently shoot his son, even though he had a key to the room. His hunter's instincts were on higher alert with Tabitha present.

It was almost nine when Dean got the message and he let his dad know he was staying around for while at Cassie's. He walked downstairs to the kitchen to look for something to eat. He had carried her to bed when he'd sent Sam that text after midnight that morning. They'd woken up at three having a second and third round of christening the house; his stomach was the culprit that had awakened him this time.

Dean found a carton of eggs, milk and some bacon aside from the fruits and vegetables in Cassie's fridge. He cut up part of the onion, shredded a bit of cheese, and went about making an omelet after he fried the bacon. He got hers crispy, but left his so there was slightest bit of blood, but he planned on putting hot sauce on the omelet so she couldn't tell.

Cassie was woken up to the scent of bacon being cooked, she took in the smell thinking that she was back home, and her mom was in the kitchen again. However, when she looked in the mirror seeing the love bruises as she called them from the places they'd had sex that morning as well as her fall off the bed trying to get untangled from Dean at six to use the bathroom.

By the time she arrived down stairs after taking a shower breakfast was sitting on the island in a plate already for her. She wondered if he was a good cook as she'd been showering, the way it looked her mouth was watering.

"Hey," Dean said coming out the living room putting his shirt on.

"Hi," she said back giving him a kiss on the lips, "I didn't know if I'd wake up and find you still here," She admitted while taking her seat at the table.

Truth was he didn't think he'd be around either, but he didn't tell her that, "I thought I'd make you breakfast," he said. He could smell her shampoo and soap, her hair still damp from the shower. Her natural scent itself was what held him though; it smelled like something from another time. It was something familiar about it, but he couldn't recall what.

They ate mostly in quiet the other not knowing what to say. The smell kept coming back to Dean though. He had to find out where he'd smelled it before it drove him crazy. "I'm moving back home at the end May," Cassie finally said, before she explained that she'd gotten an letter from her hometown newspaper letting her know she was going to be an assistant editor at the paper.

"Where is home again?" Dean asked a sip from the coffee mug.

"Missouri, Cape Girardeau to be exact," she said with smile.

Dean thought it was a little freaky that she was from the exact same place that he'd been six years ago where he'd been bitten. They had been passing through in winter and gotten snowed in because the highway was blocked from the ice and snow. He didn't say anything but he wondered what she'd been doing back then.

"It is a nice place and beautiful when snow's on ground," he finally said with a smile letting her know he'd been there.

Cassie smiled telling him little about her childhood and her parents as they ate. She loved it there, only went away to college because she'd gotten a scholarship that paid for all four years. The phone rang and she went to answer it thinking it would be her mom since it was Saturday.

Dean said he'd clean up as she left finishing her plate before the phone rang; she smiled gratefully as she walked off. She was glad that Dean had stayed around. Dean was getting ready to start on the dishes when it hit him where he had smelled that odor before.

He turned looking at the living room seeing Cassie hanging up the phone. He had a split second to make a decision which would either make things more difficult or easier. He had to know though, he couldn't just leave, and he had to know why.

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