Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the storyline.

A/N: Due to this chapter I have changed this story's rating to "M". Just warning you in advance.

Adam Milligan was a welcomed distraction for Chloe but seemed to be the last nail in John Winchester's coffin in Sam and Dean's eyes. Dean hadn't wanted to believe Adam was John's child at first, but his disbelief had transformed into enraged shock when Adam pulled out the pictures that showcased John's many visits to visit and spend time with him while he grew up. There were pictures of them playing ball in a park, of them at Adam's sixteenth birthday, of them at Adam's high school graduation, of John taking Adam to a baseball game… These pictures showed Dean and Sam the father they hadn't ever thought John would or could be, and Chloe could tell just how hurt they were by the fact that John had raised this son so differently than he had them.

Chloe was most worried about Dean though. He'd finally accepted (after the tests had been performed on Adam to make sure he wasn't some shapeshifter or demon or anything else – it seemed every new person got treated to these tests) that Adam was, in fact, his brother, and while he was not hostile or even unfriendly to Adam there was something muted in Dean, especially if he heard Adam say something about his childhood and John's role in it. Something seemed to have broken inside the oldest Winchester boy, some light in his eyes had been extinguished, and something dark taken its place.

Sam, while obviously shocked by Adam's existence, and annoyed at John's having kept the boy a secret from them, had welcomed his younger brother into the fold. He'd also seemed to take to the role of older brother and had not only told Adam about his and Dean's childhoods, but had also told him about the supernatural world (after Adam nearly fainted when he came across Ben) and he was also teaching Adams the basics of hunting since the boy showed an interest in the area.

"Where is it?" Bobby looked around the living room (for the third time) for the trucker hat he had yet to realize Lois had hidden in plain sight be placing it on the proud antlers of the buck whose head was mounted on the wall.

Adam bit down on his bottom lips, clearly fighting his amusement as he returned his attention to Ben, with whom he was playing. The youngest Winchester had taken to the craziness easily, and while he couldn't see the fairies or muscaliets (or Dante for that matter) he'd taken to Ben, Dax and Zilvinas quickly. In fact, Adam spent a lot of his time sitting on the ground playing catch with Ben, throwing the tennis ball back and forth and never failing to grin once whenever Ben (who was also seated Indian Style on the ground in front of him) would catch the ball and bounce it back to him.

Lois sat lengthwise on the sofa, her head and feet propped up against the armrests, her face trained to complete innocence, which in itself should've told Bobby that she had something to do with his missing trucker hat. The brunette was pretending to read a celebrity magazine and yet would sneak little glances over the pages at Bobby every time he moved to a new location in the living room while in search of his favorite trucker hat.

Dean glanced up from where he was sharpening a machete, a small smile curving his lips, and Chloe had to be thankful for Lois for doing her little mischievous actions because it had been a while since the blonde had seen him smile genuinely, even if it was a small smile. It was better than nothing.

Sam, like Lois, was peeking up over his reading material of choice, although his was a bestiary and not a celebrity magazine.

Chloe sat curled up on the window-seat, her legs tucked under her as she let her gaze slide from her father to the back garden and then passed it to the large enclosed area that the boys (with Adam's help) had finished just yesterday. They were, thankfully enough, still around two days ahead of schedule and the boys were enjoying some much-deserved rest. Now all they had to do was wait for the unicorns to arrive.

The blonde shifted on her seat and pressed her forehead against the glass, one hand resting softly on her stomach and the other softly petting the sleeping firelizard on her lap as she bit down on her bottom lip. Maybe it was the nerves from the unicorns' soon arrival. Maybe it was the miscarriage. Maybe it was John's role in the miscarriage. Maybe it was the fact that her charges had nearly been taken over and corrupted by darkness due to their instinctual responses to John's actions. Chloe couldn't be too sure what it was – but these last couple of days a sense of apprehension had gripped her tightly and she hadn't been able to truly relax.

Sam's phone rang and it was probably the friend from Stanford that called in to check up on him every couple of days. Chloe thought the friend's name might be Brady but she wasn't too sure. It didn't really matter though, did it?

The brunet stood and answered the phone as he slipped from the house, an easy smile on his face as he greeted his friend.

"Just where the devil did I put that hat?" Bobby stood in the middle of the living room with his hands on his hips, glaring at the living room in general.

Right behind him, the trucker hat stood proudly on the buck's antlers.

Lois lowered her head and coughed to try and hide the sound of her snicker.

Bobby sent her a look as if he was slightly suspicious but he seemed to believe that she'd been choking because he sighed, ran a hand over his head, and returned to his search with a hissed curse.

Zilvinas must've been cold that day because he'd forfeited his new (and improved) home by the stove and had spent most of the day curled around her arms. He'd only moved to slither up her body and wrap around her throat like a choker. At first the action had sped up her heart rate in a moment's fear, but the snake hadn't constricted around her throat (which, now that she thought about it, had been a silly fear) and instead had settled itself around her and had (she believed) gone to sleep. Dax was definitely not happy about the fact that her favorite resting place had been taken by another reptile, but other than letting out some unhappy chirps at Zilvinas she'd settled on Chloe's lap and gone to sleep as well, soft snores coming from her now and again.

She could feel Dean's gaze return to her. Both he and Sam had been doing this when they thought she wasn't looking. Sam usually just watched her with worry, and while Dean seemed worried as well, he was also intent on Zilvinas. For some reason the fact that the snake clutched to her always seemed to fascinate and slightly disturb Dean, always seemed to put him in the most pensive of states. She wasn't exactly sure what it was, but the intensity of his gaze always made her aware of when he was doing it.

"Maybe I left it upstairs." Bobby shook his head, clearly confused as he turned and went up the stairs.

As soon as the sound of his bedroom door closing echoed throughout the house, Lois covered her face with the magazine and let out a cackle.

"You're evil," Adam informed her, his lips twitching in amusement as he chuckled.

Lois sent him a look over the magazine, her smile large and completely unrepentant.

Suddenly Chloe felt a jolt go through her body, and she stood, holding the sleeping Dax to her body as she moved to the front door. The blonde hurried out and closed the door behind her, the movement waking up Dax, who took flight and hovered above her head, chirping in confusion as to what was going on.

Chloe stepped down off of the porch and narrowed her eyes as she took a couple of wary steps forwards.

Movement caught her attention and she shifted to see Dante appearing around the corner of the house, the hellhound in his true, fiery form.

This was enough to prove to her that something was happening and it wasn't all in her imagination.

"Is it the unicorns?" She asked as the door opened up behind her, Dean, Lois and Adam spilling out onto the porch.

Dante shook his head, glowing eyes narrowed as he motioned with his head for her to follow right before he took off.

Chloe hurried after him, worried about what it was that he wanted her to see. That feeling of worry grew as she found that he was taking her to the boundary close to the junkyard, similarly to the night John Winchester had appeared. The boundary was only back to full-strength after these last couple of days; apparently she was connected directly to the boundary and it was only after her body had fully healed thanks to her ability that the boundary had returned to its full strength.

Green eyes widened as she realized that there was something sitting on the other side of the barrier eyeing them with intrigue.

It wasn't large and intimidating and terrifying.

It didn't even look all that mythical, but like with Zilvinas she could sense the power beneath its normal appearance.

"A cat?" Adam asked in confusion behind her, proving that the group had followed.

"In our line of work, a cat is never just a cat," Lois cautioned.

Dean stepped forwards to stand a little in front of Chloe, his grip on his machete tight, the man ready to fight if need be.

Dante growled at the cat, his flames burning brighter.

The cat eyed him with little to no interest before its eyes returned to Chloe in contemplation. It seemed to be considering something intently before it sneezed, stood slowly, and then stretched languidly. The cat twitched its whiskers before it leapt gracefully through the barrier and landed on its four paws, looking quite pleased with itself before it turned to Dante, sniffed as if saying "what you going to do about that?" and then trotted over to Chloe (ignoring Dean) and rubbed against her legs with a purr.

Chloe blinked before she knelt to her knees and reached out, running her fingers over the cat's head and listening to the purring grow louder.

Dante's flames disappeared and he sat in a huff, sending Chloe a very unhappy look.

The blonde bit her bottom lip as she realized he hadn't reacted the way he had because the cat had been a threat-but just because it'd been a cat.

Dante seemed to read her amusement and glared at her, turning his head away in clear affront.

A chuckle escaped her lips and to make up for it she reached over and rubbed him behind his ears just the way she knew he secretly loved it (no matter how hard he tried to pretend that he didn't). Dante still didn't look happy with her, but at least he didn't pull away.

The cat leaned its front paws on Chloe's lap and sniffed at Zilvinas, who was just as curious about the cat, forked tongue slipping out. The cat then lost interest in Chloe and dashed in the direction of the house, apparently done with being outside.

Dante huffed once more and gave Chloe a "look what you've done" look.

Dax flew after the cat, obviously fascinated with the creature.

"So… what are we thinking that is?" Dean wanted to know, curious.

"Not too sure," Chloe admitted as she stood.

Lois grabbed Adam by his jacket. "We need to go and warn Bobby. I hope he's not allergic!"

"Why do the both of us need to go and tell him?" Adam could be heard inquiring as he allowed himself to be dragged away by the brunette.

Chloe watched them go, highly amused.

Dean joined her at her side, gaze on the others. "Dear god-if you exist, please don't make those two hook up."

Slapping her hand back against his arm, Chloe snickered. "I think they'd be cute." She made a face. "Plus, it would assure me that she wouldn't be bored enough to try and seduce Bobby."

Dean looked a little nauseas at the thought of Lois and Bobby. "Was there actual fear about that happening?"

Chloe raised an eyebrow. "Have you met Lois?"

Dean seemed to think that over before he shook his head and shivered.

"So…" Chloe sent him a sideways look. "How are you?"

He frowned as he turned to face her. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

She didn't want to think about that right now. "I mean about Adam. He's only been here a couple of days. The shock must still be raw."

He took in a deep breath, his amusement from before gone. "He's merely another reason to never speak to my father ever again."

Chloe licked her lips. "Please don't take it out on Adam. He isn't to blame for any of this."

"I'm more mature than that." He levelled her with a look. "But that doesn't mean that I'm going to become his best friend and we'll braid each other's hair while talking about girls."

She could get that and merely nodded in understanding.

"You're completely healed up now, right?" Dean asked insistently as he changed the topic back to her healing process, as he'd been doing for the last couple of days. "You're not in pain or anything?"

She shook her head. "I'm not in any sort of physical pain, my ability healed me up completely-made me good as new." She tried for a smile but felt it probably looked as forced as it felt.

Zilvinas slithered down her body before he descended to the grass and slithered towards the house. Dax then teleported above him, grabbed the snake in her talons carefully, and in a blink was gone-apparently having come back just to bring the snake into the house.

Dante stood and left after them, his expression wary as he moved towards the direction of the house, obviously not trusting the cat unless he was supervising it.

Chloe watched him go with faint amusement. She doubted he'd forgive her any time soon for welcoming the cat into the fold.

"I'm sorry."

Chloe's greens turned on Dean in surprise at those two, emotion-filled words. "For what?"

He looked annoyed and pained. "For failing as a Guardian."

Chloe gulped, surprised that Dean kept pushing this issue considering that he wasn't the touchy-feely 'let's talk about it' sort of person. "Dean, you didn't fail. Both you and Sam protected us from the creatures that got through the barrier when it grew weak. You did what you were supposed to."

"You lost what could've been my child." Dean's voice was harsh and filled with self-loathing. "My father murdered it!"

Emotion lodged in Chloe's throat at the rawness in Dean's voice, and at the terribly blunt way that that had been presented to her. "Dean-."

"I knew what he was capable of, but I didn't want to accept it." Dean's whole body was tense. "I knew that for him this battle was all that mattered, that it had always and would always come before family, but I didn't want to think that he would do something like this to his own grandchild! I just can't forgive myself for-!"

Chloe reached out and grabbed Dean's shirt, yanking the unsuspecting male down towards her and pressing up on her toes as her mouth found his and silenced his tirade of self-hatred. This wasn't an act of passion, seduction was far from her mind. No. This was comfort, for the both of them, and as she deepened the kiss and pushed up as high on her tiptoes as possible, Chloe whimpered when Dean dropped his machete and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly into him. Her arms snaked their way up his chest and around his arms as she kissed him desperately and maneuverer him back into one of the cars in the junkyard.

Dean groaned and grabbed at her hips, pulling her so that she was pressed up against him as he leaned hard against the truck of some random vehicle.

Chloe reached down to grab the hands at her hips, and without breaking off from the kiss, she removed them from her and pinned them down on the trunk of the car with her own hands.

A groan escaped his lips as Dean devoured her lips before he began to nibble his way down the side of her neck. He teased her pulse with his tongue before he pulled his hands free and grabbed her waist, hoisting her up and over his shoulder as he turned and began rapidly walking.

Eyes wide in shock, Chloe looked around her, confused. "What are you-?"

Reaching a grassy area on the ground hidden between some conveniently parked and stacked cars, Dean lowered her to the ground and followed her down, his mouth quickly finding hers as he kissed her hungrily, his lean body pinning her on the grass. He kept most of his weight on his forearm as he took the kiss deeper, positioned between her legs and groaning his pleasure at being there into her mouth as he gave an instinctive buck against her, his hardness sliding over her through the material of their clothes.

"Dean…" she pushed him over onto his back and followed him, straddling the surprised guy and kissing him just as hungrily as he'd kissed her before as she tortured him with a slow and deliberate rocking movement against him. Even despite the fact that their clothes were on, just this contact brought shivers up her body and she kissed him harder, desperately.

His long, calloused fingers slid through her hair and clenched handfuls as he hissed and moved against her.

This wasn't actual sex, but Chloe was on fire and needy and something in her demanded more, demanded to truly feel him, to reach that peak, that hazy white heat she'd reached over and over again the night they'd been together. She could feel herself close, something tightening in her stomach and promising all sorts of pleasure soon to come.

Dean made sexy noises into her mouth, and then he tore his lips from hers to wrap them around her breast through the material of her shirt.

The action was so unexpected… Chloe cried out loudly as the electric shock flushed through her system and she felt her body explode in spine-arching tingles. Her body convulsed as she rocked harder against him and Dean groaned around her nipple and sucked hard as his hips bucked up urgently before he suddenly stilled beneath her.

They remained as they were for a couple of minutes, their faces flushed and their eyes darkened as they stared at each other through lust-veiled eyes. Their breaths were loud and ragged, their chests raised and fell, and the wind that hit that wet spot on her shirt made her shiver in a ridiculously delicious way.

Dean licked his lips before he reached out and curled his hand behind her head, pulling her down to him but she was already moving on her own, her lips covering his as she practically laid on him, her hands in his hair. He fastened her to him before he rolled them over and trapped her beneath his body, one hand sustaining his weight and the other pushing her skirt up her hips desperately.

Chloe's hands found his pants' button and began to undo it desperately before she yanked down the zipper, using her legs to slip down his pants and then his boxers while he fought with her underwear and finally lost his patience with the material, tearing it away. Now that that flimsy obstacle was out of the way, primal instinct seemed to take over as Dean clenched his hands in her hair and rolled his hips, sliding deep inside of her with one thrust, his mouth consuming her cry as she arched off of the ground and gripped at his shirt.

A buzzing sound enveloped her, distracting Chloe from anything that wasn't Dean as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in deeper, making a pitiful sound as he slid in further than he had before and caused waves of pleasure to ripple out from her core.

The sensation seemed to trigger something in Dean. He stilled for a moment before a shiver shocked through his body and then a split second later he was moving deeply and rapidly inside of her with an urgency and need that consumed them both. It was all Chloe could do to kiss him harder as she met his thrusts with her own, the pleasure growing inside of her was amazing and terrifying all at the same time.

His mouth lowered to her breast once more, sucking on the nipple, the wetspot growing and growing as he trailed his tongue over her hardened nipple, which pressed hard against the soft cotton bra and t-shirt she wore.

"Oh god!" Chloe's voice was low and rumbled as her hands fisted in his hair and she arched up towards that mouth.

He chuckled darkly, visibly pleased as he rolled his hips deliberately hard into her, pronouncing each thrust with a sharp nibble to her nipple, his teeth teasing her ruthlessly.

She retaliated by digging her nails deep into his back.

Dean growled and latched on more to her breast as his hand went to the collar of her shirt and grabbed hold of it, seconds away from ripping it off of her like he had her underwear.

"Chloe!" Sam's voice calling from a distance was almost inaudible through the buzzing in her ears. "Dean! Where are you guys?"

A snarl escaped Dean's lips as he stilled above her. "You have got to be kidding me!"

"Guys?" Sam was getting closer.

Chloe's eyes widened and she pushed Dean off of her (the guy falling to his side with a grunt) as she fixed her shirt (despaired at the wet spot over her breast) and messed with her skirt in desperation. She tried to straighten her hair and positioned it in such a way that the strands somewhat covered the wetspot on her shirt before she suddenly stood up right before Sam could approach enough to see on the other side of the car. "Hey!"

Sam blinked and stopped in his tracks when he saw her. A dark emotion crossed over his eyes and displeasure was visible on his face. "What were you doing back there?"

"I was exercising." She couldn't find any other sort of explanation for her red face and gasping breaths.

Sam raised an eyebrow, his voice monotone. "Exercising."

"Yes!" Chloe moved around the car and came towards him. "I've got to keep strong and healthy you know." She wrapped her arms around his and began to tug the guy back towards the house. "How was your friend?"

Sam frowned down at her. "Where's Dean?"

"Somewhere." She tried desperately to brush off the question. "So? What's up? How are things in Stanford? Fill me in."

Sam kept frowning at her, but he answered her questions and let her drag him away from the area.

"What's a bakeneko?" Lois straddled the armrest of the sofa as she stared at Bobby, who frowned at the cat that was purring smackdab in the middle of his seat. The creature had raced into the house, surveyed every single piece of furniture, and then had decided that this was now his and had apparently claimed it for his own.

"In Japanese folklore it is a cat that has turned into a yokai—or supernatural creature." Bobby continued to frown at the creature who would not budge from his seat.

"How does a normal cat turn into a supernatural creature?" Adam wanted to know, wide-eyed and so eager to learn more when it came to the supernatural world his father had been hiding from him all these years.

Bobby frowned. "There are folk beliefs across Japan about how aged cats would turn into bakeneko, and in Yamagata District, Hiroshima Prefecture, it is said that a cat raised for seven years or longer would kill the one that raised it. Due to this, there are also many regions where when people began raising a cat, they would decide in advance how many years they would raise it because of this superstition."

"What do you mean they'd decide in advance?" Lois made a face, as if she didn't really want to know the answer.

"I mean that they'd kill the cat." Bobby turned his gaze on her. "There are stories in which cats that were killed by humans in a brutal manner would become bakeneko and curse that human. The stories of bakeneko are not only about aged cats, but are also sometimes stories of revenge against cruel humans."

"They damned well deserved it!" Lois was horrified. "They adopted a cat with full intentions to murder it! That's wrong! All life is precious!" Angry tears flooded into her hazels. "What is it with stupid men thinking they can just waltz in to a perfectly wonderful situation and stomp out the life that isn't theirs to take!?"

Bobby had a feeling she wasn't merely speaking on the cat's behalf.

"What's special about bakeneko?" Adam was proving to know which were the important questions to ask.

"Yeah," Lois chimed in as she took in a deep breath, her eyes still shining with unshed tears and yet her voice was strong. "What's the dirt?"

Bobby raised an eyebrow at her before he turned his gaze on John's youngest son. "There are a lot of different powers that are attributed to the bakeneko that include shapeshifting into humans, wearing a towel or napkin on the head and dancing, speaking human words, cursing humans, manipulating dead people, possessing humans, lurking in the mountains and taking wolves along with them to attack travelers, and many other things."

Adam and Lois shared wide-eyed gazes before Lois turned her hazels onto the purring, sleeping cat. "No wonder you haven't shoved it off your seat!"

Bobby chose to ignore that slight against his bravery. "There's even a legend where a cat shapeshifted into a human and wanted to engage in sumo wrestling."

"Oh, that's adorable!" Lois cooed.

Adam sent a look towards Bobby that said the contrary. "I'm surprised the barrier let something with the ability to possess humans, manipulate the dead, and which has a history of attacking humans with the help of wolves come through."

Bobby nodded his agreement to that. Really. This boy mightn't have known the ways of the hunter but he was smart and it seemed he'd inherited hunter instincts. "I have thought the same thing. The only way it makes sense to me is to assume that the barrier keeps out things that want to harm the Lighthouse and those in her sanctuary-and that the reason this feline is here snoring on my seat is because it doesn't intend to do either of those things."

Lois thought about it for a second. "I think I agree with that."

Bobby opened his mouth to mutter something sarcastically when he noticed something out of the corner of his eyes and he turned to face it fully, eyes wide. "What is my trucker hat doing up there?"

The door opened and Sam and Chloe entered.

Bobby frowned as he eyed the fully clean and annoyed Sam and the dirty and fidgety Chloe. "What were you doing? Rolling around in the grass?"

She flushed. "I was exercising!" And with that she stormed up the stairs and into her room, her door slamming.

Bobby raised an eyebrow and turned to Sam. "What's gotten into her?"

Sam, who he only now noticed looked more murderous than annoyed, merely shook his head and stalked to his own room as well.

Bobby turned his gaze on Adam and Lois, forgetting about his trucker hat and the mystery as to how it'd ended up perched on his prized buck's antlers. "Was it something I said?"

Dean groaned as he lay on his back and looked up at the sky.

His erection was going to kill him.

Damn Sammy!

He closed his eyes tightly and a memory of how it felt to be within Chloe crossed his mind.

The hunter groaned and let his hand finish the job.

Chloe leaned against her bedroom door, face burning in embarrassment, and slid down to the ground.

Just what had she done?

And Sam had nearly caught them! Not that they were doing anything wrong-but still!

She brought her hands to her burning face and whimpered.

Sam only barely managed to keep himself from slamming the door shut.

It had been painfully obvious what had been happening behind that car, and it hadn't been exercise.

The younger brother couldn't believe it, couldn't believe them. She'd just miscarried a couple of days ago! He was trying to be understanding and give her the time and space she needed to recover—not only physically but mentally and emotionally as well!

And what did Dean do? He freaking seduced her! What an asshole move!

Sam collapsed on his bed with a sigh.

But if she'd chosen Dean…

He cleared his throat.

If she'd done that then he needed to back down and step away. It was the only right thing to do.

Suddenly pain blinded him and Sam grabbed at his head and cried out.

…

"Just give up already." Despite those words, Chloe was grinning brightly up at him, her hands caressing her round stomach.

Sam grinned as he massaged her poor, swollen feet. "That's my kid you've got in there. I get to name her."

The blonde shook her head. "Not if you're planning on naming her Alana. That is too close to Lana and I will not name my kid that!"

"Fine." He conceded. "How about Genevieve?"

"Why haven't you suggested Mary?" Chloe asked curiously. "I've been expecting you to suggest that name since you found out you were going to have a daughter."

Sam smiled sadly up at her. "I love my mother, but I don't remember her, and all I associate with her name is my father's damned mission." He shook his head. "I don't want my child to have any association with that man."

Chloe sighed and nodded. "I understand." She then took in a deep breath. "But no Genevieve."

"Cora?" Sam offered.

She shook her head. "Nope. Not acceptable."

He suddenly grinned teasingly as he noticed the book on the side table. "How about 'Hermione'? She was conceived while you were rereading the series for the hundredth time."

Chloe burst out laughing before she grinned back. "Perfect idea! We'll name her Hermione Winchester."

His eyes widened. "I was joking!"

"Too bad for you." And yet the mirth was visible on her face.

Sam let go of his hold on her foot and leaned up to kiss her.

Chloe whimpered and pulled him in close so that he was leaning over her, nearly pinning her to the sofa. "Careful, this is how I got knocked up again."

"Stop me, then," he challenged as he kissed her deeper.

Chloe bit his bottom lip in retaliation before she smoothed away the pain with her tongue, and a shriek of laughter escaped her lips when he sat down next to her and pulled her so that she was straddling his lap, facing him.

The laughter turned into groans…

…

Sam's eyes widened and he found himself on the ground, reeling from what he'd just discovered.

In the near future Chloe still ended up pregnant...

And the kid was his.

TBC