She was sickly thin. Her oily hair hung around her face.

"Why did you tell them we're married Lisa?" His voice was hard. Normally he would have felt sorry for her, but tonight she was hurting Trish, even if she wouldn't say it.

"We lived together for six months after Sam disappeared. You were my common-in-law husband." Dean blinked.

"Look you psycho bitch…" He started.

"Dean?" Trish called him. "You have to accept her. If you don't we will be expelled from the community."

Her eyes begged him.

"What's your plan?" He lost his anger.

"Ask Sam and Jo to stay here with us. They can split the two rooms. That way I'm not alone with her. She would still have to accompany you during your duties. It's only a few weeks." She pleaded with him.

"Trish…"

"We can do this." She sat up slowly.

"Lay down." He ordered.

"This is my home she needs to know that." There wasn't any of the dizziness that she expected. It was a good sign. Dean held her arm as he led her down the stairs. She stopped a few feet in front of the woman. "I don't know what to say to you. You have that look of a woman who has suffered."

"My son Ben," Jillian put her arms around the younger woman.

"I am not going to pretend to be your friend. I did that recently and nearly died. I won't risk my family anymore." She looked the woman in the eye. "Dean is my husband. My true husband. I will not let him go. I love him. Until this matter is decided I am first wife. You will listen to what I say and you will follow those instructions without question. Is that clear?"

"Yes." Lisa stepped away from Jillian.

"Mom will you get her a bath. Dean, please go talk to Sam and Jo." Trish took a seat on the couch. Dean handed her the sleeping baby and slipped into his coat.

"I'll be back." He hurried from the cabin.

Jack came in a few minutes later. He looked down at his young daughter.

"It shouldn't be this hard to make you happy." She looked up at him with tears in her eyes.

"I am happy." She asserted.

"And as she says it will be." He sat down next to her. "I can't fix this for him. He's going to have to fight."

"One night daddy. I promise she will be here for only one night." He nodded.

"Go to bed pumpkin. You need to take care of my grandchild." Jack put his hand around her waist and led her upstairs. He tucked his little girl into bed and kissed her forehead. "I remember when you were a little girl and all you wanted to be was a cow girl?" She nodded. "Not what you expected is it?"

She laughed and hugged him again.

Jack slowly walked down the stairs. Jillian was helping Lisa make her bed.

"Darling, why don't you fully explain to Dean what is expected of him tomorrow. I'll stay here with Trish and Jake." His wife nodded and hurried to intercept her son-in-law. Jack stared at Lisa. He stepped into the room and closed the door. "Lookie here darling you're fucking with the wrong girl."

Jacks eyes turned black.

"Let me tell you what you're going to do…" Lisa coward in the corner as the demon talked.

When Dean came back into the house Jack was sitting at the table reading an Stephen King book. Sam and Jo carried some of their things into the room. Jillian rushed past them to check on Trish.

"Lisa had a hysterectomy; she can't have any more children that nullifies any previous arrangements you might have had."

"Crowley?" He whispered. "What the hell did you do?"

"Me? I did what you couldn't. I made sure she understood who the queen bee is here and if I have to kill her to keep Trish happy then I will." He calmly closed the book.

"Trish wouldn't want this." Dean snarled quietly.

"No, she would suffer in silence and take care of everyone else. I don't have that kind of time or patience."

"Trish said Cally was talking to an invisible figure. Was that you?" Dean asked. "Did you drive her crazy?"

"No, I told you if I leave this body it dies." Jillian came down the stairs.

"Their resting. We should leave now. Ryan has taken one of the new girls for his partner." She smiled.

"Congratulations." Dean nodded. "Thank you."

They left as Sam came out of the room.

"I'll take first watch." Sam sat on the sofa. Dean didn't argue. He went to his room and kissed his son before crawling into bed. He once again regretted his choices. It was always one crazy bitch after another.

Dean stood before his friends ready to defend his marriage and his wife. Lisa spoke before he could.

"I renounce my claim to Dean Winchester. He was never my husband. I was scared and confused. I want to apologize to his family." She walked to the group of single women and sat down.

Trish looked at her astonished and frightened. It was too easy.

"Dean?" He shook his head as he accepted congratulations from his friend's.

"I don't need any more shit." He complained.

Thankfully he was reminded of his first baby.

He took his wife's hand and slowly led Jake to the hanger. It was his favorite thing to do, watching Jake learning, growing. He had never been so proud.

He opened the hanger door. There she was, his baby.

"Hey, Jakie." He lifted the boy in his arms. "This is the finest car ever built. My dad gave it to me and when you're old enough I'm going to give it to you." He opened the passenger door for Trish before sliding into the driver seat. He settled Jake on his lap.

"Ready?" She giggled. The Impala purred. "See son, this is a car. Feel how she talk's to you." Jake slapped the steering wheel.

Dean carefully pulled out of the hanger. Sam and Bobby stood outside tent meeting hall talking to Jo and Ellen. Sam's mouth dropped open.

"The Impala?" He screamed.

"That's why my wife rocks!" He gloated. "Need a ride home?"

Trish slid over as they piled into the car. Sam was amazed at how slowly Dean traveled. He showed Jake how everything worked then laughed when he played with the knobs.

His brother was happy. Genuinely happy. Huh, go figure.

Christmas came and went. Dean excitedly sat at the table with his family around him and carved the Christmas ham. Trish had the men constructing a green house during the fall. She asked for voluntaries to help with planting, but most of the women were busy with their own projects. She successfully harvested yams and grew herbs and tomatoes by recycling the water from the hot springs.

The Springer/Winchester family sat down to a feast. Jake sat in his father's lap. For the first time in his life Dean said thank you to God for his blessings. Of course he had to add "it's about time".

He turned thirty-one at home. He enjoyed a quiet dinner with his wife. He tried on the shirts and pants she had sewn.

Jo went into labor in late February. It was two days before she had Sam's son. They named him John.

Ellen went next. She had a daughter, Sarah, a few weeks later. Dean waited expectantly for Trish to deliver their baby. Every night he begged it to come. She ignored him.

Dean had to leave on their quarterly run. This time it would take them more than a week's travel. He was reluctant to leave. Trish promised to keep the baby inside until he got back. Dean knew she couldn't, but he appreciated her lie.

Trish waddled around the house trying to get things ready. Dean would be home in a few hours. Dinner was done Jake was washed and dressed for the ride down to the gate. Sam was going to take them later.

She felt bad taking him away from his new son. He reminded her that he still had watch that night. Trish left Jake in the make shift playpen Dean had made while she changed into the bright yellow dress Dean had gotten her.

She heard the door open.

"I'll be right there Sam." She called down. "I can't wait for…Sam?"

The living room was empty and the door was open. Jake wasn't in the play pen. Sam must have taken him to the car. She went to the door. The car was empty.

"Sam!" She hurried across the yard. "Sam!"

He came rushing out with Bobby behind him.

"Trish wants wrong?" He caught the panicked woman in his arms.

"Jake…did you take Jake?" She cried knowing the answer. "I was dressing and he was in the play pen. Then the door opened I thought it was you. He's gone!"

"Bobby!" Bobby raced across the yard. He searched the house, but couldn't find the boy.

Sam had taken a hysterical Trish into their cabin where Jo and Ellen were trying to calm her down. The look on Bobby's face sent her over the edge.

"Nooo!" Sam ran back to the house and flipped on the CB radio.

"Alert! Alert! Baby bear Winchester missing. Jake is missing! He was taken from the cabin. Need all hands on deck for search."

There was a moment of silence.

"Sam, where did you check around the house?" Rod's hid the concern in his voice.

"Rod someone walked into the house and took him from the pen." He looked around the room. "They didn't take his coat."

"I'll sound the alarm." The road went dead.

Sam took a flash light and looked around the house for foot prints, but they went everywhere. Trish pushed her way out of his cabin. She followed Sam.

"Here!" She cried out. "These tracks weren't here."

Sam and Bobby came running over. He followed a petite set of foot prints. They led towards the lake.

"Stay here. Wait for the other's." He turned to go. "We'll find him Trish."

Trish sat on her porch steps and watched the lights come on in the darken compound. Where was her baby? Where was Dean?

Dean finished the final check just when the alarm sounded. He looked at Jack who shrugged. Rod came running from the tower.

"Jake. Someone took Jake." Several men were checking the hangers and nearby cabins.

Dean looked around. For the first time in months Lisa wasn't dogging his shadow. He snatched the hand held radio from his hand.

"Sam?"

"Dean, where are you?" He asked.

"At the gate. Where is he?" His voice cracked.

"We're following a trail up the mountain. It's a woman." His breath came hard.

"I'm on my way." Dean changed channels. "Trish?"

He waited before calling her again.

"Dean?" She sobbed.

"Trish, I'm going to find him. I promise baby." His voice cracked.

"Alright." The line went dead.

"What are you waiting for boy?" Crowley grabbed his arm and forced him into a run. They rounded a corner and disappeared. "There."

They reappeared near a bridge. Dean could hear Jake screaming for his daddy.

Lisa stood at the edge looking over at the rapid moving water.

"He doesn't want me." She whispered to Dean.

"Lisa, he's a baby. An innocent baby. Don't." He begged.

"Do you love him?" She looked at Dean.

"Yes." He inched closer to her.

"Good." She released the railing and stepped over the side.

Trish sat on the floor near the radio. It had been two hours since she had spoken to Dean. Hope was draining from her like the trickle of water she determined to ignore.

Her mother and several other women had come to calm her. She didn't need them Dean was coming. He was going to save their son.

"Honey? Your water broke." Jillian touched her stomach trying to time the contractions. "Patricia!"

"I need Jake." She whimpered.

"Dean will find your baby. You need to get this one out so he has a mama to come home to."

Trish let them lay her on the ground. Her contractions were coming fast and hard.

"There she is." Tiffany was their midwife. "Trish I know its hard baby, but I need you to push sweetie."

Trish ignored her.

"Trish?" Jo tried to plea with her.

"No." She stared at the ceiling.

"Mama." Trish covered her ears. She couldn't hear another child call for his mother.

The tiny sobs got louder.

"Stop…stop…please make it stop." She shook her head unable to bare the pain in her heart. She was broken and dying from the inside out. The cries got louder. She imagined they were Jakes. She begged them to make it end. "Mama please…please make it stop."

"Trish?" She squeezed her eyes shut. Water dripped on her. "Trish…"

Something leaned against her body. She tried to push it away. The child's cries grew stronger and more intense. Tiny hands slapped her face.

"Mama!" One eye slowly opened as a small head pushed into her neck. An ear splitting scream came from the baby. "Mama!"

"Jake?" His long brown locks were cold and damp. "Jake." She tried to sit up but another contraction shook her body.

"I told you'd I'd find him." Dean knelt next to her shivering. He was wet. His lips were a light shade of blue.

"Shh, angel, Mama's here." She patted his back.

"Trish the baby right here. You need to push." Jake's eyes became big. His tiny hand touched her stomach.

"Baby?" He cried. Trish kept a gentle hand on his back Dean held the other one. She clenched her muscles and pushed as hard as she could.

"Whao, I forgot how good you were at this." Tiffany encouraged. "One more."

Dean looked down at the tiny head squeezing out of her.

"That's just not right." He muttered.

"It bounces back." Trish joked. Her mother beamed. She understood the shock and helplessness her daughter had felt. Parents shouldn't bury their children.

"Baby?" The child began crying before she was fully out of her mother. Jake looked over his mother's skirt. His little sister came out and begin screaming in earnest.

"Mary." Dean whispered. He was shaking badly now.

"Dean I ran you a hot bath. Get in it now." Ellen ordered.

"Go baby." Trish whispered.

Sam helped his frozen brother down the stairs and into the warm tub. He made him sit in it for half an hour. Dean had enough and pushed past him.

"Dean?" He called.

"What?"

"Clothes." Sam held up a dry shirt. He laughed while his brother quickly dressed. Dean was bruising across his chest and back.

They had been lucky. It could have easily have gone the other way.

Sam and Bobby arrived at the edge of the river in time to see Lisa jump over the side with Jake in her arms. Dean threw himself into the freezing water after them. Sam and Bobby scanned the rushing rapids.

Dean popped up. Yards away they saw a bright yellow jumper.

"Dean!" Sam screamed. He pointed to a large tree branch where the baby had gotten caught on.

Dean fought the current to get to the boy. Crowley appeared next to them with a rope.

"Too many people coming, but I can direct the rope." He swung it over his head. It landed next to Dean and the silent child. He wrapped the rope around his waist and held on as tight as his frozen limbs would let him.

Twelve men gripped the road and pulled them to shore Sam snatched the baby and began warming him. He stripped the wet clothes off of Jake and tucked his tiny body under his wool sweater. Rod handed him his coat. Sam wrapped it around them.

Dean lay on the ground searching for his son.

"He's good Dean." He didn't believe Bobby. Jake wasn't a quiet child. He fussed at everything.

"Jake!" He croaked out. He couldn't sit up. "Jake?"

The baby squirmed under Sam's jacket. His small body shivered. It was a good sign.

"Dean he's alright." Bobby helped peel Dean's coat off of him just as a truck with a camper shell stopped near them.

Sam jumped in the back with Jake. It was surprisingly warm. Several men carried Dean in.

He was stripped down to his boxers then wrapped in warm blankets.

"Jake?" Sam opened the coat and lifted his sweater. "Jake?"

"Dada!" The boy wailed. Sam placed the naked child on Dean's chest and covered him again. "Mama!"

"Shhh, buddy." The truck jerked as it began to move down the mountain.

It took minutes for the truck to shudder to a stop in front of the cabin.

Ellen and Jo rushed out.

"Dear lord." One of the women muttered.

Dean walked shakily up the stairs. He let out a moan when he saw Trish lying on the floor despondent. Jake saw her and began screaming again.

She covered her ears and begged for him to stop.

Dean called her name but she didn't respond. He did the only other thing he could think of. He laid the child on her chest.

Sam cried along with his brother when she touched Jakes damp curls.

"We keep getting these miracles." He muttered. "Surviving long enough to find this place, Trish, Jake, Mary. I'm tired of the crazies Sam. I'm not giving them up. Not ever."

Sam nodded. Dean left him to contemplate the day.

Jillian smiled at him and nodded at the loft. He took the stairs two at a time.

Trish sat in the bed nursing his daughter. Jake lay next to her fighting sleep. He jumped up when he saw Dean his little fingers pumping.

He took his son in his arms. For the first time in a week he snuggled in bed with his family. Trish kissed his cheek; a tear fell from his eye. He refused to think about what he almost lost. He wanted to concentrate on what he had gained. A family nearly one hundred people strong.

I'm thinking about writing a sequel to this focusing on the other members of his family, Jo, Sam, Elle, Bobby, and Rod. I like Rod.