Dean drove in complete silence, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. All of his thoughts were focused on that Lily girl. What if that girl was his daughter? The timing of the pregnancy and the girl's age all made sense...But no...There was no way he could have a daughter and never heard about her. Could he?

"Damn it!" Dean growled in frustration. He needed to find Delaney. He needed to find out the truth.

Where did Sam say she worked again? Some mini mart or something? He'd have to start there before moving forward. God, he hadn't seen Laney in over ten years. Sure, they had only dated for a few days before hooking up, but there had been something there. He'd felt a spark as soon as he'd laid eyes on her and he was positive she had felt the same way.

But, when it had come time to pack up and leave, Dean had actually felt hurt. Not that he'd have ever admitted to his broken heart, but it had hurt like hell when he thought of it. Dean felt like Delaney could have been the one. But he wasn't going to introduce Laney to the real world he lived in; he wasn't going to ruin her life like that. So they had said a painful, unwanted goodbye and that was the last time they'd seen each other.

The Impala came to a stop outside the only mini-mart in that part of the town. He heaved himself out of the Impala and sauntered into the store, his eyes scanning for a familiar face.

Dean's eyes landed on a girl standing with her back to him. Long, wavy, jet black hair fell just below her shoulders and swayed softly from side to side as she rearranged shelves of food. He approached the girl and tapped her on the shoulder. "Does anyone by the name of Delaney work here?" He asked, rubbing his chin as he glanced around.

"Depends. Who's asking?" The girl responded with a sigh as she turned around. As soon as Dean and the girl made eye contact, her mouth dropped open and her icy blue eyes widened. She knew who this was the moment she turned around. "Dean." She breathed in shock.

"Hey Lane." Dean responded softly, his mouth curving to a smile.

Laney instantly threw herself at Dean, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug and burying her face into his shoulder. Dean squeezed her back, breathing in the smell of strawberry shampoo.

"Dean," Laney stared, pulling back. "What the hell are you doing here? I mean, I never thought I'd see you again."

Dean smirked as he took a step back. "Well here I am."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm so happy to see you Dean. But what exactly are you here for?" She questioned, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Business." Dean replied simply, shrugging his shoulders. Laney nodded once before her eyes widened again as a thought hit her.

"Uh...uh, I gotta go." She stammered, turning on her heels.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second Laney." Dean called after her, grabbing her arm gently. "What's the rush?"

Laney bit her lip and casted her eyes downwards as she pulled out of Dean's grasp. "Dean...There's something I gotta tell you."

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Sam paced back and forth across the motel room, checking his phone every so often. He glanced at the door whenever he heard the rumble of a car, but none of them sounded like the Impala.

Where the hell was Dean? It'd been over two hours since he last heard from his brother and he was really starting to worry.

He also couldn't shake this weird feeling he had in his gut. The moment he'd laid eyes on that girl Lily, the striking resemblance of those eyes she had, tied a knot in his stomach. Could that really be his daughter? Was he an uncle?

Moments later, Sam heard the doorknob jiggle before it swung open, hitting the wall behind it. Dean stood in the doorway, his face pale and his expression displaying pure shock.

The two brothers stared at each other for a moment before Dean took a shaky step into the motel room, closing the door behind him.

"Dean?" Sam called out wearily, breaking the heavy silence. "Hey, can you hear me, man?" He tried again. Dean looked as though he was going to pass out as he took another couple steps toward Sam.

"Sammy..." Dean whispered his voice practically unrecognizable. "I have a daughter."