The Wednesday before February break, John stumbled into the house around two in the morning, screaming that he needed help. Dean, who was asleep in front of the television, jumped to attention.

His father was limping and had a very large slash on his face. His shirt was ripped open across his chest.

"What happened?" Sam said sleepily.

"Got get the first aid kit out of the bathroom and put some warm water on a towel," Dean instructed dragging his dad to the couch. "What happened?"

"Thought I had it," John wheezed. "But there's more than one thing in that building."

Sam pressed the towel to John's face and handed Dean the first aid kit. The cut on his face wasn't very deep, but the one on his chest was going to need stitches. Dean did his best to clean it before asking his Dad what he should do.

"You know how to stitch a wound," John said bringing his head down Dean's face. "I know Bobby taught ya."

"On oranges," Dean replied. "Oranges aren't people."

"You can do it," John nodded. "I know you can."

"I don't think…" Dean panicked, his hands shaking. "We should take you to a –"

"I can," Sam interrupted clearing his throat. "I can do it. Uncle Bobby says I'm way better at it. I can do it."

"Sammy," John groaned.

"Dad," Sam said seriously taking the first aid kit from Dean and rummaging through to find the peroxide and sterile pads. "I can do it." Sam turned to Dean. "I need floss. There isn't any in the kit."

Dean nodded, unable to take his eyes off the bloody mess that was his father's chest.

"Dean!" Sam yelled smacking him in the chest. "Floss, from the bathroom. I can't use regular string it'll get infected."

Dean stood up retrieved the floss from the sink and came back; watched Sam pull pieces of glass out of it with tweezers ,cleaning the wound.

"Hold still," Sam said, pressing the heel of his palm against his father's chest. "I almost got it all. If I don't get the glass out it will get infected. Then you'll have to go to the hospital and try to explain why your chest is held together with dental floss."

John groaned as Dean helped Sam ready the rest of the supplies.

"Tell Dean what happened," Sam said as he readied the needle and floss.

"I thought…" John said between heavy gasps. "I thought it was just some vengeful spirits. The more I looked into the building the more it seemed like just a pissed off ghost."

Sam stabbed the needle into his father's skin.

"Son of a bitch, Sam," John groaned.

"But it wasn't a spirit?" Dean said doing everything he could to distract his father.

John shook his head. "There have been three suicides in that building," John wheezed. "All hung from the fourth floor railing on the west stairs. I got rid of the ghost spirits, they're resting now. But there's something mean in that building, and it ain't nobody that died there."

"Alright," Dean nodded, doing a horrible job hiding the panic he was feeling. "Then what is it? A poltergeist? I thought we knew that already."

"I haven't gotten rid of one without back up before," John grunted.

"I'm almost done," Sam said. "Two maybe three more."

"You have back up, you got me," Dean said. "I can help you with this. You're gonna get yourself killed."

"Over your school break," John let out a long slow breath. "We'll take care of it over your school break."

"Okay," Dean nodded. "We can do that."

"Done!" Sam said wiping his hands off on the towel. "Just don't move around too much, okay?"

"Thanks, Sam," John said looking at the new thin line running from his should toward the center of his chest. "Good job."

Sam's lips twitched into a little half smile as looked at Dean before quickly looking away.

"Just don't move for a couple hours, just let it heal a little," Dean said. "You don't wanna pop one of those."

"I'll take 'em out on Monday," Sam said. "You can wait til Monday to hunt it down. The building's empty right?"

"Yeah," John sighed. "Closed for repairs. Can one of you get me a beer?"

Dean nodded and stood up. Sam pulled his brother back into the kitchen after he delivered the bottle to their father.

"He can't hunt for at least a week," Sam whispered. "He'll rip them out. He needs to let himself heal. Try to get him to just, be still for a bit."

"I'll do my best," Dean agreed. "Good job in there."

"Yeah, well," Sam tipped his head and ran his hand through his hair. "You froze, someone had to do something."

"I didn't freeze," Dean scoffed.

"You were a stuttering mess," Sam smiled and laughed, actually laughed.

"Boys," John groaned. "Go to bed, you got school in the morning."

"Yes sir," they said unison.

Dean followed Sam into their room, watched as he flopped face first onto his bed. He'd dream about the smile on that kid's face, hear his laugh ringing in his ears. If he could make his little brother that happy all the time, he'd cut himself wide open every day.

For a reason Dean didn't understand, Olivia stopped talking him earlier that week. She would keep staring at him in the one class they had together, but when she caught him looking, she look away real fast. She wouldn't come into cafeteria during lunch either. He wasn't really sure what he did wrong, but he couldn't get close enough to her to ask. Maggie made a rare appearance Wednesday afternoon; Dean cornered her in the hallway between his trigonometry and biology classes.

"Did she break up with me and just not tell me?" Dean asked.

"What?" Maggie questioned. "What are you talking about?"

"Olivia," Dean said. "She's being weird and she won't talk to me."

"I don't know anything," Maggie sighed, clearly lying.

"Are you kidding me?" Dean shook his head. "I know babies that lie better. What's going on? What did I do? I know she tells you everything."

"She really hasn't talked to you?" Maggie mumbled looking at the floor.

"No," Dean said, placing his hand on the wall next to Maggie's head. "What's going on?"

"You gotta talk to her," Maggie mumbled. "It's not my place."

"What's going on?" Dean demanded. "Don't play that you don't know."

"Look," Maggie said, pushing his arm away. "You wanna know what's going on with your girlfriend, corner her in the hallway and interrogate her. Don't think for a second some dumbass in a too big leather jacket who thinks he's the shit is going to bully me into betrayin' my friend. So back off Winchester. Man up and talk to her yourself." She pushed by him and walked down the hall, leaving him standing there even more annoyed and confused that he was before.

He waited outside Olivia's last period class. Just stood there and waited for her to leave. He grabbed her arm before she could run away.

"What the fuck," Olivia yelled. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh," Dean smirked. "What's going on? Why are you being so weird? You won't even look at me."

Olivia looked past him while chewing in her bottom lip. "Don't ya have to pick up your brother?"

"He takes the bus," Dean rolled his eyes. "Stop avoiding me. Why are you mad at me? What did I do?"

"You didn't do anything," Olivia sighed. "I just didn't want to say anything until I was sure and not just freakin' for no reason."

"About what?" Dean demanded.

"Can… can… can we talk about this later?" Olivia asked softly. "I just I can't have this conversation here. Meet at my house after dinner, we'll talk okay? I promise."

"Alright," Dean nodded. "I'll be there at 7:30."

"Okay," Olivia nodded. She pecked him on the lips before pushing by him and heading toward the door.

His dad being laid up had only one real advantage, when he wasn't barking orders he was out cold from a nice mix of pain meds and cheap beer. Dean was able to slip out with no explanation, just a sour look from his brother when he promised he wasn't going to be long.

Dean knocked on Olivia's front door, and a boy no older than five year answered.

"Hi, is, uh, Olivia home?" Dean asked.

The boy nodded.

"Can I talk to her?"

"I'm Logan," the little boy said. "Who are you?"

"Dean," he answered. "Can I come in?"

"Are you the boy that kisses Libby at school?" Logan asked seriously.

"Yes," Dean answered.

"I don't think my daddy likes you," Logan replied.

"So I can't come in then?" Dean said, feeling stupid for negotiating with a five year old.

"Who's there, Logan," Olivia called from somewhere inside, her voice getting closer. "Oh."

"Yeah, 'Oh,'" Dean smirked. "Can I come in?"

Olivia led him into the living room.

"Cute kid," Dean smiled sitting down.

"That's my little brother," she shrugged. "He hasn't gotten the concept of stranger danger yet."

"You wanted to talk?"

"Yeah," Olivia shifted awkwardly on the sofa. "I kinda didn't expect you to show up. And I talked to Maggie and she said you were wicked pissed about me being flaky, but I didn't know what to say, and I wanted to be sure before I said anything. But every time I looked at you I thought about it. And I'm freaking out and Maggie said that I should just tell you so I don't have to freak out alone."

"Freak out about what?" Dean asked.

"I'm late," she whispered, chewing on her lip.

"For what?" Dean shook his head. "You invited me here, if you –"

"No, Dean," Olivia cut him off. "Like a week late."

"Okay..." Dean shrugged confused. He looked at her, trying to figure out why that would freak her out before it hit him. "Oh. Oh my God. But you said… you swore. You said you were sure that… that this," he motioned awkwardly at her belly. "Couldn't happen."

"I'm not sure yet," Olivia squirmed. "I haven't, like, taken a test or anything. Maggie said I was supposed to wait a week, so I'm gonna take it at school in the morning."

"Clearly you should always listen to Maggie," Dean was trying not to yell. "Since she's an expert."

"It's not like you were stopping," Olivia hissed.

"I said -" Dean growled as Logan came into the room holding a drawing.

"I made this," he announced handing the piece of construction paper to Dean.

"Thanks," Dean nodded and watched as Logan ran off. "I said I wouldn't do it, but you said this couldn't happen."

"Don't get mad at me," Olivia's voice started to shake. "Maggie does it all the time and nothing like this has ever happened to her. She told me that it couldn't happen the first time. I believed her, I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do now."

Dean ran his hand down his face. "What are we gonna do?"

"I don't know," Olivia said pressing her head against his shoulder. "We'll find out tomorrow I guess after I take the test."

"I can…" Dean started staring straight ahead at the blank television. "I can… I can get a full time job at the shop. My boss said he'd take me on full time over the summer. I can take Sam, get an apartment or something."

"What about school?" Olivia looked like she was about to cry. "You haven't missed a day since you've lived here. What about your dad?"

"That's mostly for Sam's benefit," Dean shrugged. "He's smart. He could really make something of himself. I don't want him to be fuck up like me. But I can drop out, work full time. My dad... my dad'll murder me, but we'll figure it out."

"My parents are gonna kill me," Olivia let the tears start to fall down her face. "How am I supposed to convince them I'm responsible enough to move out and live somewhere else if I let this happen?"

"It'll be okay," Dean said, pulling her close to him. She buried her head in the place between his shoulder and neck and sobbed. "We'll figure it out. Don't get too freaked out before you take the test, alright. We'll figure it out."

They sat like that for a long time, until she was out of tears and he's arm was cramped. Until he had to get home because Sam was going to have a fit and his dad would notice he was missing.

"I need to go," Dean whispered.

"Okay," Olivia mumbled. "Will you meet me tomorrow? Before class?"

Dean nodded. "Where?"

"Second floor girls' bathroom," Olivia said. "Next to the math wing?"

"Yeah," Dean kissed her on the forehead. "I'll meet you there first thing."

When he got back to the house, everything was dark, John still asleep on the sofa, Sam asleep in their room. He felt empty. He was terrified and confused. If his dad found out about this he would kill him before he had the chance to explain himself. He stood in the doorway and watched his little brother sleep. He took off his coat and tossed into his bed, and toed out of his boots before climbing into Sam's bed, pressing right up against him.

"Are you drunk?" Sam yawned squirming away.

"No," Dean whispered.

"Well, you're in the wrong bed," Sam sighed.

"I just…" Dean stammered. "I just need you right now."

"Need me from across the room," Sam placed his foot on Dean's thigh and pushed.

"Don't," Dean. "I just… you know when you were little and it would thunder and you'd come into my bed and tell me that you needed me? That's what I need right now. I just… I just need you right now."

"What's wrong with you?" Sam rolled onto his back.

Dean shook his head. "Nothing."

"No seriously," Sam rolled his eyes. "If you're not drunk, something's wrong. Did that weird girl break up with you?"

"Can you make me a promise?" Dean said softly.

"I guess."

"When you find a little dork girl that wants to do things with you -" Dean started.

"We already had this talk," Sam sighed. "I have a science test first period tomorrow, can you just stop and go to your own bed and let me sleep."

"No listen," Dean pleaded. "When you get that little dork girl home, and things are going real good, you always wear a condom. Understand? I don't care if she's, like the hottest chick you've ever seen and she's begging for it, if you don't got one, don't do it. If you need one, ask me. I swear on my life, that I will never make fun of you for that. Don't be afraid to ask me."

"Do you have some weird disease?" Sam asked. "Stop touching me."

"I don't have a disease," Dean sighed.

"Is… did you… is Olivia pregnant," Sam whispered.

"I don't know," Dean mumbled. "Don't tell Dad."

"I won't," Sam turned back toward the wall.

"Just make me that promise kiddo," Dean pleaded.

"Yeah, whatever Dean, I promise," Sam sighed.

"We're gonna find out tomorrow, about Olivia," Dean said into Sam's hair. "Just don't tell Dad. I gotta figure out what I'm gonna do."

"You'll do the right thing," Sam yawned. "You usually do, it just takes a little bit most of the time."

Dean listened to Sam fall asleep, knowing he'd be unable to find sleep himself. It was going to be a long night, possibly a long rest of his life. His dad was going to be pissed, accuse him of being the idiot he knew he was. It helped having Sam that close, knowing that no matter what his little brother believed in him. He felt stupid, gullible, laying there staring at the ceiling. This wasn't one of those problems that he could move away and it would disappear. This could be a kid, a person ,that he'd be responsible for. Olivia didn't know the half of what Dean's life thus far had been like. She didn't know how often they'd moved, how much of his life had been bouncing from place to place. What if he couldn't convince his dad to leave him behind to do the right thing? What if John wouldn't let him keep Sam? How would Sam do on his own with John? How on earth would he be able to feed and clothe another person? These questions swam in his mind as he lay awake waiting for morning.

AN: I know this was kind of bit predicable, but I hope this story line okay. Thanks for reading.