Thank you guys for all reviews and favorites! You don't know how much they mean to me! Dean cusses again in this chapter, but really, how realistic of a Dean character can you have if he doesn't cuss? :)

Audrey

I know you've been hurt
By someone else
I can tell by the way
You carry yourself
But if you'll let me
Here's what I'll do
I'll take care of you

-I'll Take Care of You, Van Morrison

The seconds after the crash were the quietest. Sam opened his eyes slowly, now laying sideways on the floor of the backseat. He was confused, and he shook his head in an attempt to think clearly. Then it all came rushing back to him.

"Audrey!" He coughed through the dustiness, sitting straight up. "Audrey..." Sam closed his eyes in utter relief when he saw his daughter squirming in her rear-facing car seat. "Audrey..." He whispered again, wiping away her tears with his hand. The last of the dizziness in his head went away as he remembered Dean. Sam's eyes widened in rememberance.

He crawled to the front of the car. "Dean!" He shook his unconscious brother hurriedly. Maybe they could get out of here without a hospital trip. Many of the onlookers were looking worriedly at the crashed vehicle, so Sam wedged open the passenger door. "I-it's okay!" He shouted out. "You can go now, we're all okay." Sam scanned the crowd and could've sworn he'd seen Luna or Dolores; he couldn't tell, because by the time he looked back, she- whoever she was- had vanished.

The mob began funneling out and Sam was bumped by Dean's elbow as he gained consciousness.

"Hey! Dean, hey, you okay?" Dean looked dazed, wearing a cloudy expression as he squinted at his younger brother.

"Dean?" Sam noticed the blood trickling down past Dean's scalp and took a look. He'd been knocked in the head in the same spot as before, and it'd really done a number on him.

He reached the duffle bag on the floor and found a small flashlight. Gently moving Dean's head towards his, he shined the light in his eyes. Hardly any pupil movement in the left, and none in the right. Concussion, and hopefully not hospital-worthy. Hunters, including Sam and Dean, had had a number of concussions in their line of duty. As far as Winchesters go, there were basically two things they slept off: Concussions and hangovers.

"C'mon, Dean," Sam scrambled back out and yanked open Dean's door. The entire hood of the Impala was hugging the tree, making it hard to open the two front doors.

He grabbed Dean by the arm and pulled him up. "Hold on to this," He instructed, placing a swaying Dean's hand on the car door for support.

He ducked in the backseat and unhooked Audrey's car seat, checking her for any bruises or cuts. He'd shielded her pretty well, if he might say so himself.

"What're we doing here?" Dean called from outside the car. Sam poked his head out. "There was a car crash, Dean. It's okay."

Dean nodded and furrowed his brow. "Was I in it?"

"Yes, you were in it." Sam closed the door behind him and made plans to come pick up the Impala after he got Dean and Audrey to the motel.

Dean kept running his hand through his hair as he tried to retain all the information. Sam took him by the shoulder, his other arm holding the handle to Audrey's seat.

"Where are we?" Dean asked slowly.

"California." Sam steadied his brother as he stumbled over a broken chair laying in the road. Dean seemed really confused, but maybe it would blow over.

There was absolutely no movement on the street they had turned down, and the alley was cluttered with broken bottles and trash cans. Sam targeted a beat up minivan in the corner.

"What happened?" Dean groaned, rubbing his hand over the cuts on his head.

"Car crash." Sam set Audrey's carrier on the ground beside him and took out his lock-picking kit. Within seconds, the door was open. Sam unlocked the other doors and pulled open the sliding door, attaching his daughter's car seat into the chair.

"Where are we?" Dean asked again. Sam looked at him worriedly. "California..." He answered slowly. "Now, come sit down." He pushed the confused hunter gently into the passenger seat. "And... there was a car crash?" Dean added.

Sam nodded as he slammed the door shut and sat down in the driver's side. He knelt down and began hot-wiring the car.

"Was I in it?"

"Yes!" Sam replied impatiently. If Dean wasn't hurt, he would smack him on the side of the head.

"And what happened?"

"There was a car crash."

Dean drowsily mumbled something about California as he turned in his seat. Within seconds, he was asleep. Sam looked back at Audrey, who seemed peaceful, curled up in her purple jumper, a mangy Zeppy clutched in her small hands. Honestly, how had she even gotten that thing? Audrey smiled up at him, blowing raspberries.

Sam sighed. Audrey was looking more like Jess everyday, and it was killing him.

..ooOOoo..

"You are not going to work." Sam told her adamantly. "The baby's due in a week. We can't have it... slipping out... while you're away from me."

Jessica laughed from the rocking chair across the room. "Slipping out? You just don't want to miss it! Please, we've got a week."

Sam nodded absent-mindedly, looking around the room. The entire nursery had been painted a pastel green, Sam's long-standing pet peeve of classic Boy = Blue and Girl = Pink had led to him ultimately winning out when he chose heads over Jess' tails. The closet was chockful of jumpers and dresses and footie pajamas from Jessica's entire side of the family. The extended family was too polite to question the absence of Sam's family at the baby shower, but Jess wasn't.

"Will you just tell me why-" She began for the fifth time as they were picking up the remnants that day.

"No!" Sam looked ashamed for bursting out almost instantly. "No."

"But I really think they should kn-"

"Look, Jess. Here's the thing. My family? They're... not supportive of... well, anything I do."

"I know, you told me how they didn't like you going to Stanford but isn't this impor-"

"But they just wouldn't get it. My dad'd scream and my brother'd give me the cold shoulder for... ever."

"They deserve to know!"

"No! They don't deserve anything after abandoning me!"

"What about Dean? He sure seemed nice to you at the wedding. In fact, my maid of honor said he's really nice!"

"Dean... Can't know. I think it'd crush him. He's always hoped I would come back."

"You mean he wants you to leave law school for a job as a mechanic?"

"No! I mean, yes! But- look. I'm pretty sure they both hate me by now! Okay?" Sam's voice cracked as he argued. "I know my dad does. If Dean knew I'd had a kid? He's always saying how it's not safe for people like us."

"People like us? Not safe? But-" Jessica stopped. One look at Sam's wrecked face told her to lay off. His eyes were moist, but he was trying not to show it.

"L-listen." His tone had gone to a whisper, but it didn't hide his quivering voice. "Can we continue this conversation later?"

Jess nodded, pushing herself out of the chair and standing on her toes to give him a long hug. "We don't have to continue it." She whispered in his ear. Sam looked extremely grateful.

He turned past her and hurried down the steps to their own bedroom. Jess stood awestruck in the middle of the empty nursery. She was supposed to be the emotional one.

"Oh!" She cried out suddenly. Jess smiled. "Little kick there, Mystery Girl." Jessica's smile turned to a frown as she rubbed her stomach. Quite the mystery... God, Jess hated secrets.

..ooOOoo..

"Just lay down, Dean, okay? I promise you'll feel better when you wake up." Sam guided Dean to the nearest bed, and took off his shoes.

Dean pulled the pillow up closer to his head and turned onto his stomach. Within seconds he was fast asleep. Sam fell onto the opposite bed, but almost instantly Audrey started crying again. Sam sat up and rubbed his eyes tiredly as he grabbed a bottle from the mini fridge.

"Here, honey." He pulled the remote closer and turned the TV on low to some kiddie show. She might be a baby, but Audrey was obsessed with those Einsteins and their rocket. Maybe it was all the music they played...

Anyway, before Sam knew it he was completely out with Audrey wrapped tightly in his muscular arms. He had this crazy dream, where all of the sudden Audrey turned into Jess and Jess turned into Mom and Sam was stuck there as they all burned on the ceiling. The worst part? He saw the whole thing through that demon's eyes. Sam jolted as he woke up, sighing in relief when he realized it had all just been a dream.

"Hey," Dean groaned from somewhere to his left. Sam sat upright and eyed his brother.

"Hey, how ya feeling?" Sam saw Audrey where Dean had placed her on the floor, Zeppy in her hands while her other toys lay forgotten across the room.

"Headache." Dean gestures towards the pain reliever on the nightstand. "And I don't remember a thing after you firing some shots into the back seat?"

"I-I thought I saw- but it couldn't've been."

"What?" Dean egged him on impatiently.

"I'm sure it was nothing." Sam muttered. "I'm just gonna focus on the case for a while. Tow truck's bringing the car to the parking lot in an hour," He added, checking the time on his watch. "I'll be at the library." Sam informed. "If anything's open after the tornado."

"Should be fine. Hear this place gets it's fair share of tornados." Dean stood in the doorway as his brother left, and Audrey waved goodbye from her uncle's side as Sam walked away.

..ooOOoo..

Dean was halfway through an episode of Dr. Sexy when Audrey started crying again.

"What do you want?" He asked her softly as he picked her up out of her carrier. She wouldn't be hungry- they'd just fed her. But as Dean held her up over his head to tickle her tummy he caught a whiff of something.

"Oh, Audrey!" Dean set her down on the hard bed. How do you change a diaper? Dean'd never changed a diaper in his life. Okay... Undo the sides, pull it back, and-

"Son of a..." Dean turned around, suddenly nauseated by the extreme smells coming from the baby. He dug through the baby bag until his hand closed on the diaper changing necessity: wipes. And a clean diaper, of course.

The hunter returned to Audrey with the supplies and got to work, cleaning her up, putting a new diaper on her, and disposing of the toxic waste. "I don't care how old you are," Dean told the girl as he set her happily back onto the ground to roll around. "When we're done with this case, you are being potty trained. And take Zeppy out of your mouth." Crap, he thought. This kid's making me soft. I'm talking like a preschool teacher.

Dean's phone started ringing and he steadied Audrey into a sitting position against some thin pillows before picking it up off the table. "Dean." He answered gruffly.

"Hey, Dean, how are you feeling?" Dean could see Sam's worried expression through the line.

"I just said the word potty." He stated disappointedly. "And my head's killing me."

Sam was quiet on the other end. "Potty... Okay, anyway. Feel free to take the medicine I left out." He suggested. Dean nodded, inspecting the bottle of painkiller.

"Oh, trust me. Painkillers are my friend. If there's one thing I like killing more than evil sons of bitches, it's pain."

"Are... you sure you're okay?" Sam asked again.

"Fine." Dean returned. "What'd you figure out?"

He could here fast typing from the other end of the line. "I think it's an Ala. I haven't gotten to do much research, but it seems to use weather and disease to kill it's victims."

Dean quickly dropped the phone to the floor and dived at Audrey, snatching the loaded gun from her grip as she went to put it in her mouth to slobber on and setting it on the desk. He picked up the cell from where he'd left it.

"Everything alright?" Sam sounded nervous.

"Oh, no, yeah, everything's fine." What Sam didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Note to self: Baby Proof the motel room.

"Look, maybe I'll just come back now." Sam decided. He stood up and cleared the history on his laptop, just in case. "I'm on my way."

He was in the Sedan (he'd traded out the sketchy looking van), and was on his way down Pitter Road when he got the call from Dean.

"Yeah?" Sam said, driving with one hand.

"So, uh, the tow truck guys brought my baby home." Dean sounded heartbroken, but Sam figured he'd get over it. At this moment, Dean was crouched in the less damaged backseat of the car, Audrey sitting next to him.

"And?"

"And, uh." Dean sounded excited and slightly shocked. He held the long, grey hair he'd just found in the backseat up to the light. "I know where I've seen Luna before."

The mystery... I know this chapter was earlier than usual, but I might post again by the end of the week. If not, next week! Happy Thanksgiving!