He pulled into the salvage yard barely recognizing the place. The only reason he found the place was the big sign at the beginning of the driveway. 'Singer Salvage Yard' the whole lot had been cleared out of all the rust bucket cars that weren't useful for anybody anymore, well mostly cleared. There were still some cars around but the whole place looked better. Even the house looked better. A new paint job, some remodeling, it looked better. Bobby out did himself. He parked the Impala in the driveway and slid out and walked to the door. It was the cleanest he had ever seen it before. He knocked and waited. He heard movement. Then he saw him.

He opened the door. He was carrying a little boy on his hip. The boy couldn't be any older than 3 or 4. "Hey Dean."

Dean looked at the little boy and set him on the ground. "Ty, can you go up to your room for a little bit. I have to do something. I'll call you down for lunch in a few minutes." Dean smiled as the 4 year old smiled and ran up the stairs. Dean waited until the boy was all the way upstairs before socking his brother in the nose.

"Nice to see you to, Dean."

"No, why are you here?" Dean snapped. Dean went from smiling father figure to the old aggressive Dean in a fraction of a second.

"I wanted to see my brother. I wanted to check up with my niece and nephew. See how you and Cas were holding up, talk with Bobby."

"Listen here, Sam. In all honesty, you have no rights to see my children after you left a few fucking hours after they were born."

"I know, and I regret ever doing that. I'm their uncle, and you're my brother, Dean."

"No, you stopped being their uncle 10 years ago when you left us road hard and put up wet. You stopped being my brother 2 years later when you didn't answer your phone, didn't call Bobby, or Cas, or me." Dean said in all seriousness which scared Sam.

"Dean—"

"No, Sam. If you can't tell I'm busy taking care of my son."

"How did that happen?" Dean went to close the door and Sam stopped it. "Dean, you can be pissed at me all you want but can you just hear me out?"

"Hear you out? I don't know, Sam. After not hearing from you in 10 fucking year…yeah, I wanna know what the hell you were doing that could possibly mean you skip out of your family even after we quit hunting."

"Can I come in? Or will Bobby kill me too?"

Dean stepped back and let Sam walk in. Sam looked around and the whole place had been cleaned. The piles and piles of ancient folklore book Booby just had laying around were gone. The whole place was clean, except for the little kids and slightly older little kids toys laying around. "So where were you for the past 10 years Sam?" Dean asked as he slowly sat down on the couch.

"What happened here? The Salvage yard is basically empty, the house is clean and not a hunters library. There no devils traps on the ceiling no beer can anywhere. Where the Hell is Bobby?"

"Bobby died 7 years ago."

"What?"

"Yeah, if you were here, you would have known. If you were here you could have probably saved him."

"How'd it happen?"

"Bullet to the head, some dick punched his clock as he was getting into a car with Garth. Garth got him to the hospital and he was stable and headed to surgery. He crashed on the way there and didn't make it."

Something about what Dean just said didn't seem right. Then he realized. "Wait, how do you know Garth?"

"One of Bobby's other hunters…how do you know Garth?"

Damn it. "I hunted with him. It was many years ago, before Bobby died."

"You have been hunting?" Dean smirked. "You sure are something."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"There was Flagstaff when you ran away for 2 weeks. Then you skipped out on me and Dad for Stanford. Every chance you get to run away and be normal, you take it. Then the chance come where we can be normal. I was starting a family with Cas. I wake up the morning after having the twins to find out from Cas that you left…taking my baby. That whole day I thought you were going to come back saying you were looking for a job in the area. Then a few days pass and I think you are looking for houses in towns nearby. Then 2 weeks go by and I trying calling. Bobby tried calling. Cas tried calling. WE did that for 2 years until suddenly your phone was out of service. That's when we gave up and went on with our lives. Now I figure out that you were hunting…doing that thing you wanted to escape from the most."

"Dean, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be gone this long. I told myself that I would just hunt for one more year to get everything out of my system. Well, that one year turned into two years and that second got me into some deep shit where is got into even more shit for the next three years which landed me in a mental institution. I got released a week ago. I had to get a lot of cash and then the drive here was long."

"Where were you held?" Dean asked as he absentmindedly placed his hand on his stomach.

"Jacksonville, North Carolina. It's no big deal. They were wrong but they made me stayed there until I was mentally stable. Dean, what's going on here? Who was that boy?"

Dean must have realized that he was being awkward with his hand placement because he quickly moved it away. "That's my son, Tyler."

"How did that happen?"

"Cas and I found another Wiccan."

"How old is he?"

"Four."

"So can you just have babies now? Did you get your dick magically removed forever?"

"No. The morning after the baby comes it appears again."

"Dean, I'm so sorry. I feel so bad for leaving you and Cas like that. Can you ever forgive me?"

"You're going to have to give me some time, Sammy. Do you wanna meet Ty?" Dean said awkwardly rising to his feet.

"Yeah, yeah, but wait. Dean, what's going on with you? You are acting weird."

"Like how?"

"The struggling to get off the couch, placing your hand awkwardly on your stomach, then almost waddling…and then placement of your hand right now." Sam said pointing to Dean's side where Dean had his hands on his back.

"It's kinda hard not to because…oh wait, you don't know."

"Don't know what?"

"You can't see. Only Cas can see."

"See what?"

"I'm 8 months pregnant."

"What? How? How many? There's no way."

"When I got pregnant with Ty the wiccan put a spell on me that nobody would know that I'm pregnant so that I wouldn't get stares, we went to the same wiccan and he did it again. I feel 8 months pregnant, I feel like I'm huge but in retrospect I'm my normal self. The bright side is that there so stretch marks, baby weight, and I can still see my feet."

"So you know the gender?" Sam asked as they made their way to the stairs.

"I don't. I chose not to know, but Cas knows. I swore to his father that if he told me or I found out because of him, he would be sleeping on the couch until this child's 18th birthday." Sam smirked as Dean stood at the bottom of the stairs. "Can you wait in the kitchen? Tyler can get really shy and nervous around new people. I want to prepare him first before he meet you."

"Yeah, sure. Do you want me to start fixing him something to eat?"

"I already fixed it. Sorry, Sam."

"Go get your son, I'll wait here."

Dean nodded. "Tyler? Lunch is ready. I want you to meet someone."

Sam listened for a few seconds as he heard little thumps go down the steps. Dean talked to the little boy for a moment before walking into the kitchen. Tyler was on Dean's hip. The moment Ty saw Sam he gripped Dean's shirt tight and buried himself close to his father.

"Hey, Tyler. I'm Sam. I'm your uncle."

It was like the moment Sam said uncle Tyler's face lit up. Tyler leaned in and whispered something in Dean's ear. Dean smiled and the laughed. "Yes, Ty, this is Uncle Sammy from the stories."

Ty looked at Sam with a huge smile on his face and big wide green eyes. "Hi, Uncle Sammy. I'm Tyler James Winchester."

Sam smiled. "Nice to finally meet you Tyler." Tyler started eating. Dean had sat down at the table. "Dean, you never answered my question."

"You have asked a lot of questions today. You expect me to answer all of them."

"You never answered how many you were having?"

"Two."

"Two?"

"Is there an echo in here?"

"I'm just surprised."

"So was I, but you get used to it." Dean said and then watched Tyler eat. After about an hour and a half passed and Sam had made it back to the living room and watched Tyler play. Dean walked into the room and lowered himself on the couch and closed his eyes

"Are the twins wearing you out?"

"Yeah, they are a little stressed from earlier."

"Speaking of twins. How are Landon and Avery doing?"

"They are amazing. Avery is beautiful, funny, smart, and loves her sports. She plays volleyball and soccer. Landon looks like his Daddy Winchester, so one handsome devil. He very kind, caring, thoughtful, artistic, and protective. He loves drawing, when he gets older the drawings are just going to be amazing."

"How is he protective?"

"Once last year this guy was picking on Avery and in the end he knocked Avery down in the muddy and Landon broke the guys arm, got suspended for 2 weeks."

"Is he protective of Tyler?"

"Both of them are. You should see them when we go out somewhere. Tyler loves to hold on to someone whenever he can. Whenever we go somewhere as a family we make Ty hold either mine, Cas, Chase, or Ava's hand. Ty always holds both his older siblings hands as they swing him around gently or Ava or Chase might carry him. They act so mature around him and I love it."

"Now, you said Ava and Chase…"

"Ava is short for Avery and Landon doesn't like his first name very much so at the beginning of 4th grade or last year he made everyone call him Chase. It has just stuck."

"You raised your kids really well, Dean." Sam watched Tyler yawn then stand up and trudge over to Dean and leaned against his knees.

"Daddy, I'm sleepy."

"Oh, well, we can't have that, can we, bub?"

Tyler shook his head.

"Do you think you'll be ok down here alone? I think I might snooze for a little while before the gang gets home." Dean said standing to his feet and picking up his youngest son.

"No, no, I think I'm going to head out and find a motel for a few days."

"No, you're going stay here like always."

"It's just for a little while, Dean. I want to be able to reconnect with you and get to know my niece and nephews."

"One week and one week only then you are moving into this house and living here with me and Cas."

"Deal." Dean nodded and walked upstairs and Sam walked back to the Impala. He could last one week in a motel. He just didn't know what would happen when he meets the twins and see Cas again.