Dean and Sam are waiting not so patiently in a small office inside the orphanage. Something about one last form Dean needed to sign, and then they'd bring Isabel to him. He'd signed the form, which meant now he was just waiting to finally become the official father of his daughter.

The door opens and both of the Winchester men turn to see Amber walk in holding Isabel in her arms. Dean stands up immediately; he can't wait any longer to hold his daughter again. He walks over to Amber and smiles as he looks down, meeting Isabel's bright green eyes.

Sam stands up and walks up behind Dean, for the first time laying eyes on his niece. "God, Dean...She's beautiful..."

"I know..." Dean says, smiling proudly as Amber gently hands Isabel over to him.

Amber turns to Sam, handing over an envelope. "Here, this is her birth certificate and some other documents that'll need to be kept safe; a few pages of her medical records, from vaccinations and the likes."

Sam takes the envelope and looks down at Isabel again. Dean had been right. She had his eyes.

Dean is completely lost in Isabel, rocking her back and forth gently in his arms as she looks up at him with big, beautiful eyes.

Sam looks up at Dean and smiles at how happy his brother is right now. "We uh...picked up all of her stuff the other day, almost everything but I was wondering if she's used to a certain formula or will she be okay with any kind we pick up?"

Amber smiles. A concerned uncle too? She could tell Isabel would never want for anything. "This place usually just goes with whatever they can get the best price on, so I'd say anything you buy will be fine."

"Alright..." Sam says "Everything is done? Dean has full custody now?"

Amber nods "Yes, he signed the last paper just a few minutes ago. Isabel is all yours now."

Dean smiles, the happiness showing in his eyes as Amber speaks. He looks back down at Isabel, he isn't worried about how he is gonna make it or if he'll make it at all. He knows those worries will come soon enough but right now he's just happy to have her in his arms.

"C'mon baby, time to get you out of this place," Dean says, looking down at Isabel. Then he looks up at Amber again. "I know I've already said it a million times, but really, thank you."

Amber just smiles at him and steps out of the doorway so they can pass. Isabel was in good hands. Anyone could see that.

Dean steps out of the room, knowing Sam will follow behind him. He turns when he reaches the end of the main doors giving Amber one last smile before walking out of the orphanage with his daughter in his arms.

Sam follows Dean out to the Impala. "So, you did figure out how to work the carrier, right?"

Dean sighs. "Yes Sam, I can work a simple carrier." he says as he opens up the back door and gently sets Isabel in the aforementioned carrier, checking that all buckles and fastens and restraints were properly latched and secure.

Sam watches, half supervising, half learning. Then he looks at Isabel again, and any remaining doubt he'd had about Dean bringing this little child into their life was gone. Sure, maybe it wasn't the best way for her to grow up, but he sure as hell knew that in the end, there wasn't a safer place for her to grow up than with two Winchesters.

Once Dean is confident that the carrier is secure he closes the door and steps over to the driver's side, getting in. He waits for Sam to get in before starting the car and backing out.

The drive back to the motel is quiet, the music is turned down to a reasonable volume and every few seconds the two Winchester men can hear a quiet noise from the backseat, each time causing a smile to spread across both of their faces.

Dean pulls to a stop in front of their motel room and shuts off the engine before looking back at Isabel again. "I can't believe this is really happening. I mean, come on. Out of the two of us, I'd have figured you for the father figure. What with that normal life you've always wanted." Dean says to Sam.

Sam nods and looks back at Isabel. "Yeah, I wouldn't have guessed it would be you either..." He looks back at Dean "But man, I think you're gonna be a great dad."

Dean smiles "Thanks Sammy, I hope so...Isabel deserves that."

Sam nods. "Okay, well, we ready to show her the current living quarters then?"

Dean turns to Sam, a bemused expression on his face. "Quarters man? You seriously need to lay off the history reading," he laughs. "But yeah, let's see if she likes any of the clothes we bought or anything."

"I'm sure she will." Sam says, getting out of the car and pulling out the keys to the motel room.

Dean gets out and walks over to the back seat, unlatching Isabel's carrier and getting her out of the car. He turns seeing Sam already has the door open and walks into their room. Setting the carrier down on the small table and unhooking it, he gets Isabel out, holding her in his arms.

"You wanna see what daddy bought you?" He asks her quietly, walking over to where they set all of her stuff.

Isabel looks up at him and makes a small gurgling sound that almost sounds like excitement to Dean's ears and he grins. He takes her over to the bag of clothing they have for her and pulls out the red Bugs Bunny outfit he'd picked out yesterday and held it up for Isabel to see. "What do you think huh? That little guy right there, Bugs Bunny? He's a genius. You'll see. When you're older we'll watch some of his shows, you'll see what I mean."

Sam laughs, watching his brother as he sits on his bed, "She should just feel lucky you didn't get her a little Metallica outfit."

Dean looks up at Sam. "Only because I didn't see one...I totally would have bought it if I had."

Sam would have laughed if he thought Dean was joking, but he knew Dean all too well. "Dude, you cannot dress a baby girl in Metallica. Or B.O.C., or Ozzi or anything you listen to. It would scar her for life man."

"No, it wouldn't! Dude it would be awesome!" Dean replies "Nothing is wrong with what I listen to..."

Sam laughs "Dean, she is a baby girl."

"Are you saying girls don't have good taste in music?" Dean says, sarcasm in his voice as he unconsciously lets Isabel play with his finger.

Sam smiles to himself as he watches Dean with Isabel. "No Dean, I'm not saying girls have bad taste in music. I'm saying you do." he grins.

"I do not!" he says as he turns back to Isabel. "Uncle Sammy here doesn't like our music, but don't you listen to him, he doesn't know good music if it bit him in the a-"

"Hey!" Sam cuts Dean off just in time, "Uh-uh, no way. No cussing in front of her."

Dean sighs, Sam was right...they probably shouldn't be swearing in front of Isabel. "Fine," he looks back down at her "...if it bit him in the butt."

Sam laughs "That's better."

Sam watches in silence as Dean shows Isabel a few more of the outfits they'd picked out the other day. Finally he speaks up. "We still need to get her some formula Dean. We didn't get any the other day, and we didn't stop on the way back today."

"Right, we uhh, should probably go do that." Dean nods in agreement, and Isabel giggles, making Dean grin even wider. "You wanna go to the store Izzie? Huh? Get some food?"

"I can just go if you want...and you two can stay here, looks like you were having fun." Sam laughs and stands up, walking over to where Dean laid the keys.

Dean looks up at Sam "We don't mind going...it's not that far, Sammy."

Sam smiles at the use of 'we'. "Alright, I was only trying to be helpful, but we can all go." he says as he grabs the keys.

"Yeah, we'll all go, but Sammy?"

"It's Sam."

"Whatever, this doesn't mean you get to drive, gimme the keys," Dean laughs.

Sam grins and shrugs "I just thought that you might want to sit in the back with Isabel..."

"Bulls-" Dean stops himself, looking down at Isabel for a second before returning his gaze to Sam "Bull...you just wanted to drive, hand over the keys."

"Fine." Sam says, pocketing the keys. "You'll get them after you've got her in the carrier and in the car." He walks out to the impala, grinning. This whole making Dean do all the daddy work could be fun, even if it did get him hit later on.

Dean glares after him for a moment before gently placing Isabel back in the carrier and securing all the buckles. "Don't you worry baby, we'll think of some way to wipe that smug grin off his face, and you'll see just how fun messing with uncle Sammy can be," he whispers to Isabel before grabbing her carrier and taking it out to the car.

After buckling Isabel in, Dean turns to see Sam in the driver's seat. "Get of the car and give me my keys..."

Sam laughs and starts up the car, he wasn't actually planning on pushing it any further than starting the car because believe it or not he did not have a death wish.

"Sam, I swear to god if you don't get out of the car the payback is gonna be a lot worse then nair for shampoo and itching powder down your pants."

Sam narrows his eyes at Dean in mock challenge. "Just remember, Dean, superglue is my friend, not yours," he says as he slides over into the passenger seat, a smirk playing at his lips.

Dean glares at Sam before opening the door and getting into the car. "So...where are we going? Just the grocery store?"

Sam nods "Yeah, we've just got to pick up some formula for Isabel...maybe a few things for us to eat."

Dean nods as he shifts into drive and pulls out onto the road. A few minutes later he's shutting the engine off in front of Ray's Family Food Supply. He figures it's as close to a grocery store as they're going to get around here.

"So..." Sam says "I'll go in and get us some food and you head to get the formula, we'll meet at the cash register."

Dean nods in agreement as he gets out of the car. "Yeah, meet you at the register," he says as he reaches into the back seat and gets Isabel.

They both walk into the store, and head off in their different directions; Sam lugging a small handheld grocery basket as he heads for normal food, and Dean carefully walking with Isabel's carrier toward the baby aisle.

After grabbing the formula and food, Sam and Dean meet at the cash register, pay, and walk back out to the car. The drive back to the motel is quiet; Black Sabbath playing softly on the radio, and Isabel cooing every few seconds from the back seat as she plays with the small baby toy Dean couldn't help buying her when he saw it in the baby aisle.

When they get back to the motel, Sam gets out and grabs the grocery bags from the trunk while Dean takes Isabel out of the backseat and they both head inside.

"So what'd you get us to eat Sammy?"

"Wasn't really much I could get. Most of what they had there would need to be heated up, and we don't have a stove here. But I got you your favorite cereal Deanie. Lucky Charms."

"If you call me Deanie... ever again...I will make sure you can't say it, or anything else, anymore!" Dean says as he sits Isabel's carrier down, getting out the now sleeping Isabel and laying her gently in the travel crib they got.

"Oh, I'm scared...believe me." Sam laughs and looks over at the crib "She'll probably be hungry when she wakes up...it'd be smart if you knew how to make her a bottle before then."

"Why don't you learn how to make her bottle Sammy?"

"I'm not her father Dean," Sam says, careful to avoid making Dean homicidally angry by saying 'Deanie' again. "I'm supposed to spoil her." Sam grins at Dean.

"Oh I see Sam, you don't want to help take care of her? You don't love her? Alright, it's okay. I'm sure she'll understand. Probably won't cry too much when she finds out you wanted me to starve her."

"Dean! I never said that! God, you're such a baby," Sam says, grabbing the bottle they'd gotten for her, and he begins to read the instructions on the formula.

Dean lies back on the bed and smirks at how he got Sam to make the bottle. "I'm gonna get some sleep while she is...now that I know she's okay maybe I can actually sleep more than a few minutes at a time."

"Fine, but you're gonna learn this next time Dean," Sam says, trying to sound bitter, but really, he was just happy that Dean was finally going to get some decent rest. It had been days now, and he knew Dean desperately needed to sleep.

Dean nods slightly and closes his eyes, falling into a light sleep.

Sam finishes the bottle just as Isabel wakes up, crying and hungry. He walks over to the crib and picks her up. "Hey Isabel...it's okay, uncle Sam is here...shhh" He whispers, holding her against his chest with one arm and picking up the bottle with his other.

Isabel calms down a little, but is still kind of fussy, so Sam decides to step outside with her so that they won't disturb Dean. He quietly opens the door and goes out, shutting it softly behind him before raising the bottle to her lips and starting to feed her.

After she's done though, she's wide awake, and so Sam stays outside and walks around a little bit, rocking her gently and mumbling soft phrases of love and care to her.

After a while Dean wakes up and looks over to make sure Isabel is okay but finds that she isn't there. He quickly sits up and scans the room finding both Sam and Isabel gone. "Sam?!" Dean calls out, jumping out of the bed and walking into the bathroom, they aren't in there. He walks over to the table; Sam's weapons are still on the table. "Shit!"

Dean goes to the door, ripping it open and running outside, sheer panic written all over his features. "Sam?!" he calls out again, turning around and looking in every visible direction. He gets no answer and is just reaching for his own gun when he hears movement around the side of the building. He draws his weapon and carefully slides up against the front of the building and edges around the corner, coming face to face with "Sam!" he shouts, and Sam jumps and turns to face him, visibly shaken at the tone in Dean's voice.

"What?" he questions.

"What? What do you mean 'What'! I wake up and she's gone, and you're gone, and your weapons are all still there and you don't answer when I shout for you and…" he pauses for a deep breath, trying to calm down.

"Dean, it's okay. Calm down. Isabel was upset and I didn't want to wake you so I took her out here...we were just walking around." Sam says.

"You have no protection on you Sam! Anything could happen!" Dean replies, his voice still louder than normal but not quite yelling anymore.

"I didn't think that stepping right outside would be all that dangerous Dean, I'm sorry okay? Next time I'll make sure I've at least got a knife. I just didn't think it'd be so great if anyone saw me carrying a baby and wielding a knife."

"Well you know what's out there Sam! You take my daughter outside, you take a weapon to protect you!" Dean says as he runs a hand through his hair, taking a few deep breaths before looking down at Isabel, reassuring himself that she is okay.

Sam mumbles another quick apology before offering Isabel back to Dean and returning inside the motel room. Dean stays outside for a few more minutes, just holding his daughter and calming down. Sam pulls out his laptop and starts punching away at the keys.

Dean whispers quietly to Isabel as he stands outside of the motel room, glad that she's alright. After a few more minutes he walks inside, heads over to the bed and sits down with Isabel still in his arms.

The silence stretches between them until finally Dean speaks up. "What are you typing?"

"Just doing some searches." Sam says distractedly.

Dean stays quiet for a moment. Searches. Cases. Sam was looking for their next hunt. Dean knew it had to happen sometime, but couldn't he have at least gotten a little bit of time off to adjust? "Oh, uhh, you finding anything?" he asks, not sure if he wants Sam to hear the hope in his voice or not. The hope that there's nothing. He knows they'll have to be leaving town soon, because any day now the motel was going to catch on about the fake name, but he hopes that when they do leave, it's not for a case. Not yet. He knows they'll have to start hunting again; probably soon. But for now, now he just wants to relax a little, spend time with Isabel, be there for her, make sure she knows he loves her.

Sam catches the tone in Dean's voice, along with all the thought and emotion behind it that Dean's trying to hide. "Just a couple of things, but I'd bet anything they're just kids playing pranks."

"You think so?" Dean asks hopefully. "I- I just don't want to start hunting so soon...it'd feel like we were abandoning her...and I can't do that."

Sam nods, understanding how Dean feels. "I don't see a hunt now but...Dean it won't last forever, there will be another one eventually...we have to be ready for that."

Dean nods. "I know Sammy, I know." he says as he readjusts his hold on Isabel, shifting her to his other arm and looking down at her; his eyes filled with adoration and silent promises.

Dean is about to ask if Sam wants to grab some dinner when his cell phone suddenly goes off. He picks it up with his free hand and checks the ID. "Uh-oh." he says, hesitating slightly before hitting the answer button.

"Dean? It's Amber..." says the voice on the other end of his phone.

She sounds worried, Dean thinks as fear of what she might have to say spreads through him. He swallows and speaks up "Hey Amber, is everything okay?"

Amber lets out a slightly forced laugh. "Listen, I really shouldn't be calling you, so I'm gonna get straight to the point. You have to get out of here. I know about the old address you gave me, and the cops know about the credit card and false identities. I'm not sure about that part, but they just left here. They're looking for you. I…I shouldn't be doing this, but I just, I know that you're what Isabel needs, and I don't want to see her lose that. Just get out of town, Dean. Today. You and your brother."

Shit. The cops were looking for him and Sam?!

"Amber..." Dean starts but doesn't know how to thank her for calling him, she was saving all three of them.

"Dean, just go. They're already on their way there," Amber says, her voice rushed and full of worry.

"We owe you," he says quickly before snapping the phone shut and jumping up going over and laying Isabel in her carrier. "Come on Sam, time to go."

"What? Dean, what's going on?" Sam asks, but he's already got the laptop closed, put up, and is grabbing his bags.

Dean's gathering up Isabel's things and shoving them back in her bag. "Cops, they're on their way."

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Not even five minutes later there is a loud knock at the door. "This is the Dove Creek police department, open the door!!"