3.

It was five in the evening when Dean and Sam finally made it to Mobile, both exhausted from the long drive. Dean was especially tired; his mind hadn't stopped since Sylvia called him. "It's up ahead, on the left" Sam said, reading directions from an old, torn up map that their father, John, had used since he first started hunting after Mary died. Dean huffed at the remark, "Sam, I may not have all my monkeys in a barrel right now but I do remember where the place is at." After Dean's panic attack, Sam had offered to drive the rest of the way, but Dean wouldn't let him. He'd said that he didn't trust Sam driving his Baby through the city, but actually he needed the distraction of driving, of focusing on something other than impending fatherhood. As they pulled into the parking lot, Dean saw the neon lit sign that read, "Benny's Bar & Grill", and Dean felt his chest tighten. He parked the car and turned off the engine, then he sat there for a couple of minutes, trying to find the courage to get out and walk in. "You ready?" Sam finally said, and Dean gave a reassuring nod. "Ok than, let's go!" "Wait!" Dean said, grabbing Sam's arm which was already half way out of the car. "I think I better go in alone." Sam looked surprised. "You sure? You may need some backup in there dude?" Dean grind at Sam, "Yeah, I'm sure. I'll call you if I need you." Sam grind back, and Dean swung out of the car, his legs feeling like jello as he stood, closing his eyes and taking in on final deep breath before entering the dark wooden doors leading inside. Dean breathed out and opened his eyes; Well, here goes nothin'.

The place smelled of cheap cigars and hard liquor, not one of Dean's more favorable establishments, but a year ago it was the only place left opened that served beer, and at that moment, Dean hadn't cared about the details, all he'd wanted was some reckless fun. Yeah, reckless was right, Dean told himself. He began scanning the room for Sylvia, searching for someone with blonde hair and cowboy boots. He looked all around but didn't see any sign of her, than he jerked to his left, shocked at her appearance. She didn't look anything like the wild-eyed country girl he'd met a year ago, she had on a grey pants suit with black dress shoes, hair straightened and pulled back, and was holding a briefcase. "Dean!" Her eyes went wide when she saw him, and before he could say hello she grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. Dean, not expecting that, just stood there for a moment before gingerly wrapping his arms around her. "So… how've you been?" Oh, not much, just breaking up with my girlfriend and her kid, losing my angel buddy, hunting down monsters that've been locked away since the beginning of time.. nothing really. Dean cleared his throat and instead, said, "Ah, you know, just the usual." "You still working for the FBI?" Dean nodded his head, "Yup." They both stood there awkwardly for a few seconds before Sylvia motioned to a couple of stools near the bar, "Wanna sit?" "Sure." And so they sat, each sitting very straight and rigid, neither of them being able to relax. Sylvia turned around and batted her eyes at the bartender. "Benny, could you get me a dry martini?" "Sure sweetheart, and what can I get your friend here?" The man looked like some kinda Willie Nelson wannabe, "I'll have a beer", Dean said, really longing for one right then.

While Sylvia sipped her martini, Dean took a big swig from his beer. "Well…" Dean sighed, dying to kill the silence looming in the air. "I see you've done well for yourself." Sylvia smiled down at the floor, her rosy checks blushing. "Yeah, I guess I'm doing good, but it hasn't been easy, raising a baby AND attending college." Her gaze met his and he could tell she was fishing for something. "Well, in all fairness, I didn't really get the memo on that one." Now her face was serious, and for a moment Dean thought she might yell at him, but then her expression eased up, and she took his hand. "I know that, and I'm so sorry about that. I shouldn't have kept that from you, she's your daughter and you deserved to know about her." Dean shifted in his seat, his palms staring to sweat. "Look, Sylvia, I'm not trying to be an asshole or anything, but we only spent that one night together, two perfect strangers having a little fling, how do I know that someone else isn't the father?" She immediately let go of his hand, giving off furious vibrations that anyone in the rom could've felt. "I ASSURE YOU… SHE'S YOURS! WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM, SOME SORT OF TRAMP THAT SLEEPS WITH EVERY GUY THAT CROSSES MY PATH?!" People began starring at the arguing couple, and Dean's face went red with embarrassment. "No, of course not! I didn't mean to imply…" Sylvia cut him off, "Forget it! It doesn't matter!"

Now Dean was staring to get fed up, I've driven all the way down here and all you can do is sit there and yell at me? I barely know you and you expect me to trust you? What do you think I am stupid or something? Dean had to compose himself; he didn't want to make a scene. "Look, I didn't mean to insult you, but I'm not gonna claim any baby until I'm a hundred percent sure it actually mine!" Dean's firm tone showed her that he wasn't going to stand for her bratty attitude. She gave a huff, gulped the rest of her drink down, and stood up so quick she almost lost her balance. "I guess then, you're gonna want a blood test or somethin'?" her tone still very nasty. "It would be nice…" said Dean, trying to hold back his annoyance. "All right then, what are we waiting for, let's go." She waved by to Benny who gave her a wink, then stood there, giving Dean the death stare. "You gonna pay for these drinks?" said the man in a gruff voice. Dean laid a twenty on the counter, not even concerned about waiting for change, not that he expected to get any back. "Come on, we gotta go before the clinic closes." Sylvia said, pushing right past Dean and out the front doors, obviously wanting to make a big exit. Damn, Dean thought to himself, I don't know if I wanna met something that came from that prissy bitch?

Out in the parking lot, Sylvia strutted all the way to the car, making Dean's stomach turn with disgust. She opened the passenger door, surprised to see Sam sitting there. "Who the Hell are you?" she hissed. "He's my brother." Dean answered, getting more sick of her with every passing second. Sylvia shot Sam a distasteful glance before hopping in the back seat. Dean stared into the car, obviously not expecting her to ride with them. Sylvia picked up on this and said in her sassy Southern voice, "Where did you expect me to sit? I rode the bus here, like I said, it ain't easy having a baby AND tryin' to manage college." Dean hopped in the car and slammed to door shut. "Sorry Baby", Dean whispered, than he pulled out of the parking lot, burning rubber. Sam could tell that Dean was angry, but he knew better than to try and calm him down in front of Sylvia. Before they headed to the clinic, they first had to pick up the baby. Sylvia said that she'd left her at a neighbor's house, and pointed down a street that looked sketchy; like a place where druggies probably hang out. "By the way, you never told me… what's her name?" "Who?" said Sylvia. Oh my gosh, can she be that stupid? "Oh… you mean your daughter. Her name's Jenny, Jenny Marie Albright." Jenny, that's a pretty name, thought Dean. The stretch of road was getting creepier by the minute. Dean, who usually didn't take notice to the run down conditions of a place, was shocked at how shabby the neighborhood looked. This was definitely not a safe place to raise a kid thought Dean, Sam's obvious look of disapproval mirroring Dean's thoughts. "Right there." Sylvia pointed. They pulled up in the driveway of a house that looked like somewhere Cheech and Chong would've stayed at. All three hopped out of the car, and slowly made their way up to the door. Dean's heart began to race, as it struck him that he was about to meet his daughter. Alleged daughter, alleged, he told himself. He glanced over at Sam who gave him an encouraging grin, "You got this!" he mouthed to him, then Sylvia pushed the door open, and they all entered the tiny, run down house.