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"Choose now Winchester." Rafael demanded.

"I choose Rebecca." She did not hear his decision.

"Goodbye brother." There was a flash and the demon was gone. Dean watched Cassie and the children fade. "This is it Winchester. If you screw this one up then the world ends bloodier than you first believed."

"I chose her."

"You chose the only choice. If you didn't know that your wife was a demon, you would have chosen her again. My brother was correct. The true story is your son kills you and his brother kills him. As long as Mason believes, you hate his mother he will hate you and like Lucifer and Michael their battle will happen." He vanished in a flutter of wings.

Dean stared after them. His father and Bobby stood on either side of him holding him up.

"Let's go home son. We'll figure this out in the morning." John whispered. "We got you back just in time. Your boy has a birthday tomorrow."

It was after ten that same night. They all sat around the table as Dean told them what he had seen and heard over the past few weeks. Rebecca sat stone faced when he started to explain. Her head hurt. Her left eye had begun to discolor. Her entire body ached from being man handled, but all she could think about was the future he described for her son. Leaving was out of the question. Dean was certain she was already pregnant, according to the demon she had left before, and her children still died.

"That's it. I don't know what to do." He laid his head back. He looked and felt worse than Rebecca felt. She kneed him, broke his nose, blackened both of his eyes, and he was sure she chipped a tooth.

"I can't do this." She shook her head. "Not tonight. Tomorrow is Mason's birthday. You look like shit. Stay here. I'll make excuses then we can come back here and have a private party. We are meeting his playgroup at the pizza place. Ellen and Jo are coming around four. He'll love having two parties."

"Rebecca," Dean muttered as he swallowed the aspirin Pam gave him. "Thank you."

"I just want my baby to be happy." She left them to talk. Mason lay on the stiff mattress John had gotten for her. She pulled her son into her arms and wept for everything he had lost over the years.

"Hell of a woman." Pam said over her beer. "Hell of a spirit."

"Don't see many like that. So strong it keeps fighting without breaking." Missouri nodded to emphasis her point. "She sure did kick your butt."

They laughed. Three weeks ago, none of them would have expected the shy quiet woman would be able to take down a hunter possessed by a powerful demon.

"We have a busy day." They men looked at the women. "We need to give that boy the best birthday ever."

"How we're broke." Bobby said. Pam laughed at her old friend and sometime lover.

"That demon wasn't." She dragged in the bag he had brought with him.

Dean took it from her. The room grew silent when they saw the precious gems and money it held.

"Is it real?" Sam whispered.

"As real as this." She took a note out of her pocket. "I got a glimpse of it when your dad was in your head."

"For my Queen." Dean read. "There must be millions in here."

Just than his cell phone rang.

"Dean?" The British woman called. "I understand you have something I need."

"A bullet?" He snarked.

"No, a ruby and diamond ring. Early Egyptian quiet stunning."

"Bella if you come near me. I'll kill you." He closed the phone. "Put this in the panic room."

Bobby and John carried the bag down the stairs minus a roll of one hundred dollar bills.

"So what can we do in less than twenty-four hours?" He asked Missouri.

"This is your ball game son. You need to be the adult." She turned away.

"Great."

They were gone when he woke up the next morning. Sam had taken them to party as planned. Dean was a town over in the toy aisle. He had no idea what to buy. He was tempted to ask Rebecca but he remembered their time in the mattress store. Mason loved Spiderman. He began snatching everything with the action hero off the shelves. He bought toys, games, books, clothes, and the DVDs. He had nearly two carts when he went to check out. The sales woman looked at his face and cringed.

"Car accident?" She sighed sympathetically. Dean nodded.

"Yesterday." He gave her his sad eyes. "It's my son's birthday today."

"There is a shop that does gift wrapping down the block. Tell them Annie said to give you the V.I.P. treatment."

"Thank you ma'am" She was right an hour later he headed back to Bobby's.

Mason stood on the porch watching him unload the car.

"What happened to the other man?" His stare sent a chill down Dean's spine.

"He went away." The boy seemed to think for a few minutes before he walked around the house. Rebecca stepped out onto the porch holding a t-ball set.

"Presents don't impress Mason." She said not looking at him. "He feels everything. So do you."

"And how would you know?" Dean gently asked setting the bags on the stairs.

"I knew you were possessed within minutes of seeing you. Centuries of loving you apparently has given me some insight." She gave him a soft smile. "This isn't about our pain. We have nine months to fix this before our son is doomed. I know you love Cassie and I'm not trying to take anything away from that, but Mason's soul is lost. His, Dean not ours. Missouri said if I have a daughter then we've broken the cycle and he will live a full, happy life loving his father. Stop burying your grief and live it so we can move on."

"That's easy for you to say."

"You think." She took a step towards him. He took one back. "He wants to love you. He told me last night that he knew the demon had taken you, but he liked the demon better. He's four. What four years old says things like that? Just think about your son for once."

She walked down the stairs to where Mason now stood watching them.

"I miss my dad." Jo came from the side of the house.

"What is this gang up on Dean day?" He gave a shaky laugh as he sat on the stairs.

"No, it's get Dean's head out of his ass day. You have an advantage every parent wants. You know how to save your son. Love his mom. It's that easy. Don't be an ass."

"Go away Jo."

"Going away." She passed John on her way into the house.

His father handed him a beer. "When your mother died Missouri gave me something to ease the pain."

"What?"

"It was a potion that helped me forget my love for Mary, not forever." He said when Dean opened his mouth. "Just for a year. It let me be a father and a hunter."

"You can't forget the kind of love Cassie and I had."

"You are in a very unique situation. You have a son that doesn't trust you because of what you did to his mother. He can't tell you what it was but he can feel it." He watched Rebecca chase his grandson across the make shift baseball diamond. The boy would have a good life without his father except for the demons that wanted his hide. He placed a small blue bottle in his hand. "There are two choices Dean leave and don't come back or use the potion and get to know Rebecca without all of the pain and anger that you put on her."

Dean watched as the woman helped Mason position his hands on the bat.

"Dad can I talk to Dean alone?" Sam sat next to his brother and wait until John was far enough away not to hear. "When we were kids you promised you wouldn't be like dad. You were going to love your children no matter what happened to their mother. Rebecca did not do anything wrong. She cared for you. She wanted to help you and if you had told her our secret I think she still would have helped you." He shook his head in disgust. "She doesn't deserve this, dean. She didn't deserve what you did to her. We talked to her former foster mother. She was happy. Even after living through that hell, she was happy. You wrecked her. She's second guessing herself and nervous. You did that. Even if you leave, she's still broken."

"So I just forget Cassie and the kids for a year?" He was angry.

"Yes, because it's not forever."

"To give her a chance." His eyes pleaded with his brother.

"What you did is not some three day con. This is centuries of screwing with her soul. This is epic. Look, I'm not saying to fall in love with her but to get to know her for who she is. Dean she's funny and compassionate. She's been helping Bobby organizer his notes into something legible. She is a good person. She risked her life to save yours what else does she need to do? And for the record, she is beautiful, you just can't see it."

Sam walked to the baseball diamond where Rebecca stood cheering her son. Dean watched as his little brother spoke to her than gestured over at him. She nodded before walking back to where he sat with the little blue bottle in his lap.

"Dean?" She smiled hesitantly at him.

"Umm, I know I keep saying I'm sorry, but I am. When I wake up tomorrow, things are going to be different. I'm going to be different." He put his hand over her nervous one. "I'm going to be a good father to Mason. You don't have to worry."

"What are you going to do?" She took a cautious step towards him.

"We're going to start over. You were right. Mason is the only one who matters now. So let's do it, let's start over." He looked for any sign of happiness.

"Mason and I are moving back to the house tomorrow. They fixed everything. John and Bobby went over and Demon proofed it. I think it would be better if you stayed here." He started to protest. "I'm not saying not to do whatever it is you're going to do. I just think it's best if you and Mason had some space. You can come over for breakfast or whatever, just call first. And you have to leave at night, while Mason's awake so he can say goodbye."

"How am I going to get to know him?" He fingered the bottle.

"Just like everyone else does…talk to him." She turned and walked away. "He likes cars in case you didn't notice."

Dean wordlessly watched the game for a bit before walking up the stairs to his room.

"Hey baby, I'm missing you like crazy. Do you still wear that perfume I like? I bet you have a new man, some anatomically incorrect Ken doll. Those Angels can't satisfy you like I can. It doesn't matter I'll kick his ass when I get up there. What does Steph look like? Does she know I'm her daddy? What does she sound like? I wish I had held her before…before we… How's my boy doing? Not giving you a hard time is he? I never asked if kids grow in heaven." He took a book out of his bag. "Let's see, what would he be learning today? Umm, replacing the oil. Are you laughing yet? You always did think it was silly of me to write these things down. I just didn't want to get lost in the game and forget to be a dad.

"Can you tell I'm stalling? Got something to tell you but I'm guessing you already know. You always did." Dean took a deep breath. "I've got a son. Another one. Mason is his name. He's four today. Isn't that the damndest thing? Both my boys born on the same day?" He paced the small room. Hurt replaced the guilt he felt. "I wasn't good to his mom. I hurt her. I intentionally hurt her. I guess it's because I couldn't hurt that bastard who took you away from me. What I did to her…I would have killed any man who did it to you.

"She's a good woman. Had a hard life. Harder than mine I think. She was a kid. They hurt her bad baby. Then I hurt her. At least I could kill the monsters that came after me. You know the funny thing is we've been dancing around this thing for centuries. I've been choosing you over her since, since the beginning I guess. I chose her last night, but it wasn't enough. It's Mason that I've been losing. It's his soul that I have to save." He wiped the tears from his face. "I know what I should do. I should marry her and give my kid a name, but I don't want another wife. I don't want anyone else in my bed other than you. So now, I need you to tell me what to do. Like you use too. I can't ask her to stay here and never date or have a relationship, but I can't be her man either.

"Mason hates me. He glares at me every time I come into the room. He won't even let me near his mom. It's like he knows what I did. Hell he loved a demon more then he liked me. He knew. He knew what it was and he let it take me. I'm not mad at him because if I had the choice I would have chosen anything other than being a Winchester. But, baby all I could think about in that darkness was that I can only hold him when he's asleep. I just want to hold my son. I want to hear him say I love you daddy. Just once." Dean did not wipe away the tears that ran down his tan face.

"I can't let him down again." He said to the Urn. "This is not about you being a demon. It's about me screwing up everyone's life because I'm stubborn as hell. I never want to forget you and the kids but I know if I don't do this I'll be hurting you again. I just hope they give you a second chance in heaven because you're a good soul."

Dean took the top off the little blue bottle his dad had slipped him and swallowed the contents. He closed his eyes and waited.

"What did you think was going to happen? Thunder and lightning? Winds howling? Boy you ain't that important to the universe, your children they another matter. The world has been waiting a long time for them. Come on child. Mason is waiting for you to teach him how to change the oil on that car of yours."

"Thanks Missouri." Dean kissed the woman on her cheek. She watched from his window as he knelt down next to the small child who held a hammer in his hand. Dean took out his toolbox and showed the boy which tools they were going to be using. With a smile, she turned to the picture of Cassie and D.J. "Your time of squatting is over. I know where you've been hiding demon. You will not succeed. The boys' soul will be saved this time and he will return you to hell where your kind belong."

A chill crept through the room. Pamela entered with several rough bags. "I can feel the dirty little thing."

"It's scared because Cassie was its power. Now that she's gone. It doesn't have anything to hold on to." They carefully placed the hex bags in the room. Once they were finished, they stood in the window watching Dean show his young son the ins and outs of changing oil. Mason looked at his mother on occasion. She smiled encouraging him. The spirit stood near her screaming. "It has no power. Its days are over."

Wanted to do more with Pam and Missouri but it didn't flow. Oh well.