Nick and Catherine caught up with the Winchesters just outside of the infant pediatric ward. "Mr. Winchester?"
"You might as well call us by our first names, ma'am," John said as they both turned towards the CSI's. "Otherwise it's going to get a bit confusing around here." The smile on his face was so charming that Catherine knew instantly why Dean had gotten those offers he had mentioned before, and why John had gotten so high a place on the poll she would never admit to reading.
"Ok, I need to speak to Dean." She tried her best not to return the smile. Now was not the time to be flirting with the man who was about to learn he was a grandfather.
John and Nick watched as Catherine led Dean down the hall a short way. She spoke for a few minutes and then showed him some papers. At which point Dean, who was leaning against the wall, slowly slid down it. Instantly John was at his side and the look he shot Catherine was enough to turn her insides to ice. "What did you say to my son." John growled rather than asked.
"He's fine, he's just had a bit of a shock. The little girl he rescued," Catherine paused slightly to monitor Dean's condition. Did he need a doctor or something? "She's his daughter. Before she was killed, the mother claimed that the twins were Dean's and we've just gotten confirmation of that." She handed John the papers she had shown Dean. "That means, with this paperwork, he can take custody of them as soon as the doctors release them."
John dropped the papers on the floor so that he could look through them with one hand. His left hand was checking Dean's pulse. It was far too fast, although it was starting to slow down. The paperwork was all in order. Dean was now officially the father of two six month old twins, one boy and one girl, neither of which had names. So that was why the demon had gone after her.
"Dean, are you alright?" John asked. When he was in the service he had watched a buddy of his go through a similar shock. This time things would go better, for one thing the mother was out of the picture and good riddance since she had been the one to hurt his granddaughter.
Dean looked up and John could see that shock wasn't what was on his face. It was raw anger. "I slept with her thirteen months ago Dad. We had that Rawhead and Bloodybones, remember? They should only be four months, not six! She didn't give a shit about them. They were her babies and she didn't GIVE A SHIT!" he yelled and threw a punch at the wall. John pulled him into a hug. "They could have died, Dad" he sobbed into his father's shirt.
Catherine went over to Nick, "Let's go check out the babies and give them some privacy." Nick nodded. He couldn't imagine what Dean was going through and frankly didn't want to. Bad enough to have the protection fail during a one night stand, to find out about it under these circumstances was beyond horrifying.
They went into the ward and found Sam on his feet with his shotgun in his hands and pointed in the direction of the door. "What's going on?" he demanded.
"We just confirmed that the twins are your brother's children," Catherine said quietly. "We're giving him and your dad a little time to themselves right now."
"Dad's here? He was supposed to meet us at Stanford." Sam was worried. It wasn't like they'd called for help. The case was open and shut and Dean was innocent. He wondered what had gone wrong.
"Miss Rosenburg brought him through some kind of travel magic," Catherine said, shuddering at the memory.
Sam saw and tried to reassure her. "That isn't the normal way of doing things. It takes too much power from the caster. Willow is one of the very few magic users who can do it. And if she is doing it, then she's on Council business." That thought wasn't as reassuring to Sam as it was to Catherine. He knew that the Council tended to the heavy hitters and that meant that something serious was going down.
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Giles and Buffy were watching over the lounge, a large parlor/family type room where the Slayers who lived at the Slayer School relaxed, watched tv, and generally did teenaged girl type stuff. "I don't know what we're going to do with her Giles. She's just not a typical Slayer."
"As I recall YOU weren't a typical Slayer either Buffy," Giles said amused.
She glared at her Watcher. "You know what I mean! She's not the least bit aggressive, ok, unless you happen to be a demon, but I'm talking about putting herself forward. The only time she ever offers death threats is if one of the other Slayers tries to use her knitting needles as stakes. That's not normal." She paused and looked over at the corner where a tiny girl sat knitting by herself. "Slayers are by their very nature aggressive. We have to be. She's little Miss Suzie Homemaker."
"It is, different, I know. But Buffy, she's happy that way. She never shirks a class, her homework or patrol. She may not be very vocal about doing her job, but she does do it. I've taken her on patrol solo and so has everyone else, just like we do with all of the seventeen year olds. She'll do fine."
"She's timid around people Giles. It's only with demons that she does anything but fade into the background. How are we going to find a Watcher that won't plow right over her?" That of course was Buffy's real concern. A Slayer and her Watcher needed to be a team, if not; it was just one short step down to the path that the old Council had taken. "Or even worse, be so timid himself that he can't bring himself to push her when she needs it?"
"Willow has an idea. She thinks it would be a good idea to place her with a Hunting family. She's going to ask John Winchester if he and Dean would take on two Slayers." Giles watched his Slayer roll the idea around in her head.
Hunter Families were rare, most often a person became a Hunter because he, or more rarely she, had lost everything or something extremely important to the supernatural. Often those who still had something left either lost it as they started Hunting, or gave it up as a way of ensuring that whatever it was survived. Obsessions such as John's were common, although the duration was extremely rare.