Everything went to hell late winter of 2001, Sam had gotten accepted to many colleges thanks to Safara's help, but got a full ride to Stanford. Dean and Safara were going strong and nearly inseparable at times. The hunts were smooth going that was when someone should have known something was wrong. It was snowing outside that day when they were in Illinois working on a simple salt and burn. Something came up parting the female from the Winchesters, but nobody thought anything of it until the three came back to the motel successful land the girl was nowhere in sight. All of her things were missing as if she hadn't been there in the first place, the only thing to remain was the lingering smell of flowers and a note on her and Dean's bed. The note said:

To my beloved Winchesters,

I am aware the three of you will find yourselves pissed at my sudden absence but I assure you I am quite apologetic. You see something has come up and it is only I that can see it through. My magic has been going wonky I'm sure all of you can look back to read the signs. It is a great possibility that I could hurt you, it wouldn't be intentional, but currently my magic has been manifesting and is getting out of control. It is only in my and your best wishes that the four of us remain safe.

John, please continue to look after your boys be a father and not a soldier. Know that I am with you, and that you are never alone, also know that I tried to be the mother your boys never had…obviously that didn't work out. Sam, you truly are one of the brightest minds I've ever had truly are one of the brightest minds I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, and know how proud I am of the man you've become over the years. Dream big you have a bright future. Dean, there are about a million things I want to say to you but for the life of me I cannot think of one, so I'll let you know that you are NOT JUST John Winchesters son or Sam Winchesters brother you are yourself: Dean Winchester and I wouldn't have you any other way. I love you just as you are. All of you can call me I will pick up but for now I am not coming home. I love all three of you.

Safara

None of them knew what to say, it was Dean who took the letter leaving the motel room. He went and sat inside his Impala clutching the blanket she always made sure to have on the seat when things got frisky. Loosing himself in the smell he allowed tears to stain his face only to get caught on the blanket. Back inside the eldest and youngest Winchesters shared a look as the middle left the room nothing but a gaze was shared as they got ready for bed, but neither of them able to sleep. Sam left for Stanford 2 and a half months later leaving the family with only two members, their sense of normal shattered like a glass on the ash fault with them driving away.

Later the same day that Sam had checked in on campus he had gotten a call from a familiar number: Safara had wanted to meet with him. They set up a time and place to have lunch at diner four blocks from Sam's dorm room. Sam was the first to arrive but didn't wait long until the girl that was his honorary sister had walked through the door. She looked amazing her long hair was down brushing against her lower back the blonde color brighter from being exposed to the sun, her skin had a healthy glow and she looked fit therefore she had to be eating right. The blonde was wearing what Sam had thought to be called a skater dress and high top shoes and she honestly looked better then she had all winter. Her eyes lit up when she saw him and made her way over. He stood up to meet her and give her a tight squeezing hug.

"Have you gotten taller kid? I swear, geeze!" She joked with him her 5' 6" frame looking like a doll next to his six foot plus one. He pushes in her sear for her as he sits down and she smiles at his gentleman act.

"You look good Saf. I mean really good." He tells her giving another once over dragging it out smiling. She rolls her eyes shaking her head.

"Careful there Sammy, I already have a boyfriend. And you don't look to bad yourself kid. We both know though I didn't call you here to talk about our smoking hot looks." She points out but then the waitress came over to take their orders. They silently communicated through a glance that the heavy stuff they needed to discuss would wait until after dinner. So they talked about useless things like what happened to both parties after Safara left. He telling her about his father and brother while she tells him about her studies in magic. Sam also talked about his excitement to be starting classes in the fall, but when she summarized her ability to control her magic Sam asked why she wouldn't go home to which her reply was: I'll tell you later. When their food was finished the awkward silence fell until Safara spoke.

"What I am about to tell you, under no circumstances are you to tell your brother or father. Do you promise me this Samuel?" She asked seriously all civil and friendly conversation gone it was time to get down to business.

"I promise Safara." Sam tells her in the same tone, ignoring the use of his full name.

"Do you give me your word Sam? I need your word."

"I give you my word that I will not divulge any information to my father or brother." And with that said a warm fuzzy feeling seemed to wash over him in a confusing but what could be describes as friendly sensation.

"I'm pregnant Sammy, with Dean's baby." This revelation dropped the youngest Winchesters jaw to the floor a million things going through his mind but one sticking out the most.

"Is this the reason why you left?" Safara shook her head at his question after a surprised look crossed her face.

"I guess it can be argued, but I swear to you that I didn't know. Honestly I just found out and the reason I left was exactly what I told you three in my letter: my magic was acting up. The problem is my magic was acting up because my body and magic were and are creating a new life form acting in harmony. My outward force however needed to burn the access magic that normally is burnt in everyday activities, but they baby made it reevaluate the amount of magic put into things. This resulted in the crazy scenarios we were witnessing." The explanation had gotten Sam's attention even more.

"Your magic works to create a child?"

"Of course. It's a part of me and something my child will have because it's a dominate gene."

"Have you told Dean yet?" Sam asks catching her off guard but he already knew the answer.

"Why do you think I made you give me your word?" With that statement Sam exploded.

"But he's the love of your life and he's–" Sam was interrupted by a tray full of drinks exploding on a waitresses shoulder. The young man looked at Safara who was as white as a sheet. "I thought you said you had it under control!" He yells in a whisper.

"I do! Well, I won't kill anybody. I have to go, but there's something more, it's what's keeping me from Dean." That readily got Sam's attention back as she looked around to make sure no one was listening. "It's my family Sam, they know I'm alive and they're after me. They want me dead. And if they found out I was pregnant with a possible heir I don't know what they would do to me let alone my baby."

Sam got up drawing her into another hug which she returned happily. "Stay safe Saf, both you and my future nephew or niece." That earned a smile from both the two siblings. "I hope you get that magic under control soon. Den can help if you'd let him." Sam whispered to her.

She instantly shook her head no grabbing a bag that he hadn't seen earlier. "If they find out about Dean, there is no telling what would happen. They could use him to get to me…and the baby. For now we'll stick with living the life on the road and praying my grandfather doesn't find me before this little tyke comes into the world." She put a hand on her stomach to refer to the baby.

"Promise me you'll tell Dean eventually?" Sam asked knowing how excited his brother would be if he knew he was going to be a father.

"Five months. If the baby's still fine and nothing his happened in five months I promise you that I'll tell Dean even if I don't want to." She compromised Sam agreeing to it then with a final goodbye Safara was gone not to be seen for five months.

Those five months later found Sam walking into that same diner to meet Safara, finding her sitting in the same booth as the last time they had seen each other. She didn't look good her hair was up in a mess of a ponytail and she looked too thin, there was bags underneath her eyes the size of Europe. She had a large jacket on that Sam knew was originally Deans, and it swallowed her up. He sat down tentatively across from his sister not hugging like they had all those months ago. Sam knew something was wrong, but he didn't know how he should approach the situation.

"Sam, this isn't a social call, I'm not even having lunch. Some things went down and its hell on earth." Her voice was scruff and thick as if she was just crying. If what she said was true then that meant something was coming something big.

"What's happened?" Sam asked her leaning across the table reaching towards her. She grabbed his arm gently, he shivered at the skin to skin contact because her hands were freezing, but she looked him in the eyes his heart breaking slightly. It looked as if she had given up hope, like she was broken and the youngest Winchester knew only Dean could fix it.

"I need you to promise me Sam, promise me–give me your word–you won't tell anybody." She stresses of him desperately gazing at him with such intensity he can do nothing but agree.

"Of course. I promise and give you my word Safara." He promises then becomes confused as he watches her. She closes her eyes mouth moving but no words coming out and suddenly Sam felt warmth spreading through his body with a tingling feeling starting where she was touching him. It reminded him of when he gave his word last time but more intense, as if it was her doing this purposefully this time and purposely five months ago.

"I have put a spell on you so you could not speak to anyone what I am about to reveal. You will physically clam up and become speechless if you try." She informs him then pause as if to gather her thoughts for a moment.

"How's the baby?" Sam suddenly asks trying to get a view of the baby bump that Safara had to be sporting by now, but he could nothing thanks to the overly large jacket of Deans that she was wearing.

"He's at peace." Safara had told him cryptically not looking the Winchester in the eye making Sam question it more.

"Have you told Dean yet?"

"No."

"Why not? You promised me Safara. It has been five months! Wait peace?" Sam had finally caught on to her word choice.

"Yes a little boy. I have not and will not tell Dean because I promised you I would tell him if nothing were to happen. Well, something happened Sammy." She lets go of his arm sitting back upon the booth and hugging her arms rightly around herself drowning in the jacket as if it was her life source.

"W-what happened?" Sam questions tentatively, nervous to the answer after that reaction. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.

"My family found me." She whispered her eyes flying open eyes glazing over with tears. Sam's own eyes go wide and before either of them can blink he was on her side of the booth an arm wrapped around her in the only source of comfort he could give her: know someone was there for her and she wasn't alone anymore.

Disclaimer: In chapter 1 still

A/N: I've been classified as a horrible person on multiple occasions and conclude that I am going to Hell. I'm sure you agree with me, but I'd just like to add that what your thinking is probably true along the lines of the poor baby boy. Just for quirks his name is Polaris Johnathan Winchester. I really hope you liked this chapter because is was equal parts fun and frustrating to write.

Love from,

Saiph