She has my eyes, my mouth, my ears, my blonde hair. Sam's nose and curls.

She is the most perfect little girl I have ever laid my eyes on, and I don't feel bad thinking it because every parent does. My child is perfect. Even as she starts to wail. Probably wondering what the fuck happened. She's a perfect 6 pounds 7 ounces and 19 inches long.

I carefully climb out of the dirty water and grab her blanket, wrapping her snugly in it and I hold her to me. I stand, naked and sore on the cold tiles of the bathroom and rock her until she stops screaming, I rock her until she falls asleep, having tired herself out crying.

I make my way slowly into my room where the covers are all pulled back on the bed and I gingerly lower myself onto the matress. As slowly as I can, not wanting to disturb my newborn, I pull the blankets up around my waist. And I watch her, her little face all pink and perfect and new, peacefull in sleep, I watch her untill I drift off as well.

I wake up an hour later, judging by the clock, when Annaleigh starts to fuss and I know I have to get up and fix her a bottle, make sure she's clean and dry, and dress her.

I lay her on the matress next to me and as quickly as I can, get up and pull on some pyjama pants, then pick her up again and take her downstairs to the kitchen. I fix her a bottle and she latches on immediately when i put the nipple to her lips, staring up at me with her perfect, gorgeous, green eyes. I take her back upstairs and to her room, letting her finish the formula while I pull out a long baby grow, a diaper, and socks for her.

The baby grow is one Lacy picked out, hot pink with princess stitched across the chest and a little tiara hanging from the P.

She lays still, without fussing and lets me put on her diaper and dress her. She's almost asleep again when I'm done so I pick her up and place her in the crib. I stay untill she's out then go downstairs for food for myself.

I am utterly dissappointed to open the fridge and find only a swallow of milk, a handfull of rubbery carrots, and half a stick of butter. I was supposed to go shopping today.

"Crap." Well when Annaleigh wakes up we'll go.

I should pack her bag, I sigh and go back up to her room, quietly moving around and gathering things to put in the little pink bag. Before I leave the room I look into her crib to see her staring up at me silently.

"Hey, pretty baby, you want to go out? We have to go to the store. Stay there a sec, okay?" I get her a pair of pants and a coat.

I check her diaper first and find that she's wet so I change her then redress her and place her in her carrier with a small blanket to make sure she's warm enough and strap her in. She looks so small.

I pick her up along with her diaper bag and we go back to the kitchen where I set her on the counter.

"Hold on a second, I have to make you some bottles, then we can leave, okay?" She stares at me.

"You know this thing makes dents in my leather right?" I ask her as I snap her carrier into the base that's already strapped to the seat. "Oh well. Keeps you nice and safe and that's all that matters."

I had already changed the liscence plates when I bought the house, and with the baby stuff still in the car I doubt anyone would think it was mine. So I head out to the store.

(Cas POV)

I'm trying to pick out frozen vegetables when I see him. He seems to be talking to someone or something in his cart but I can't see what. He looks like he's dancing, his hips are swaying, and he's shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He gestures over his shoulder, jerking his thumb in my direction. I look around and I'm the only one here. Then he laughs, deep and light and heartfelt. I find myself blushing a little.

(Dean POV)

"Hey, he's pretty cute, don't you think?" I gesture to the man behind me, standing with the freezer door open. I keep shifting my weight, I'm seriously sore, hours after birth is not the time to be grocery shopping.

Annaleigh gurgles and blows a few bubbles, drool dripping down her chin, and I laugh. I lean over to reach into the basket of the cart and grab a burp rag from her diaper bag.

(Cas)

The man leans over and I see what he was talking to. A baby, a little girl, she can't be more than a few days old. I find myself moving towards the pair, forgetting my veggies, the freezer door closing on it's own.

(Dean)

I clean off Annaleigh's face and smile down at her, "All better."

Her eyes drift from me and look over my shoulder.

"She's adorable." I turn around to come nearly face to face with the cute guy.

And by cute I now mean gorgeous, he has the deepest and bluest eyes I've ever seen, and just the right amount of stubble covering his softly angled jaw. And his voice! Deep and...seductive. His hair looks like he just got out of bed or just had sex, I swallow, but still manages to look perfect. He's wearing a blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the top two buttons undone and a tie pullled loose and a pair of grey slacks. He looks like he just got off of work.

"Oh, thank you." I look back to Annaleigh, she's drifting off.

"How old is she?" The stranger smiles kindly.

"Uh," I think back, "three and a half hours...?"

"What?"

"Three and a half hours..."

"And you're running about town with her?"

"Well, I'm a single dad. Listen, I just had her, and I was supposed to go shopping today, I didn't have any food at home, because she came so unexpectedly..." I feel like I'm being scolded.

"You just had her? You?"

"Yeah..." He thinks I'm a freak.

"You shouldn't be up and about either, no wonder you were dancing!"

"Dancing?"

"Oh...you looked like you were dancing because you kept shifting your weight."

"Oh."

"So she's been checked out?"

"...no...I had her at home..."

"Alone?"

"Yes."

He laughs and it startles me a little.

"Well she looks perfectly healthy, but would you like me to check her over?"

"..."

"Oh, so sorry." He holds out his hand, "Castiel Novak, I'm a pediatritian."

"Dean Winchester." I shake his hand, it's warm and soft but with a firm grip. Just right for a pediatritian.

"That would be great. Would...would you mind coming to my house?"

"Not at all, I make house calls all the time." He smiles, a smile that reaches his gorgeous blue eyes.

(Cas)

I never make house calls. But for this man, I'll make an exception. I've talked to him for a total of three minutes, about his daughter none the less, and I'm flustered. Not that I let him see that.

He has the same piercing green eyes as his daughter, the same sun bleached blonde hair, the same mouth, although his I would like very much to kiss. He has the longest eye lashes I've ever seen on a man. I've already noticed that when he's embarrased he looks down and they cast long shadows across his ckeeks. The little crinkles at his eyes when he smiles, his adorable dimples. I wonder what her other father must look like, she obviously has his nose and curls.

"What's her name?"

"Annaleigh Hope."

"That's a wonderful name, I think it fits her." I watch the sleeping child.

(Dean)

He looks down at Annnaleigh, smiling softly.

"You want to check out and I can just follow you back?" He looks back up at me.

"Uh, yeah." I nod, "Sounds good."

He follows me through the checkout and to the parking lot.

"Uhm, that's my car." I point to the Impala. "I don't live too far out of town."

"Okay, that should be easy to follow."

I load up my grogeries, snap in Annaleigh, and leave the store.

"Holy hell Annaleigh." I talk to her even though she's asleep in the backseat. "He's gorgeous. What to you think?"

She coughs slightly.

"Me too."

I'm silent untill I'm standing in the driveway with...Dr. Novak? Castiel?

"Sorry it looks so terrible, I just bought the place and it's been too cold to do anything with it."

"That's alright. I'm sure it will look seriously nice when it's fixed up."

I unlock the door and shuffle myself and Annaleigh into the house, shutting the door behind Dr. Novak.

"Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? I just made a fresh pot before I left."

"Coffee would be nice, thank you." He looks around the front room.

"Okay, make yourself comfortable." I set Annaleigh, still in her seat, in my big armchair, he sit's on the couch next to her. "I'll be right back, how do you take it?"

(Cas)

Uhh...any way you want me to?

"Two each."

"Okay." He smiles, leaving the room.

I look over at his daughter, she's staring right back at me.

"You're a quiet one aren't you?" Her face scrunches into a smile.

I stand and look more closely at the pictures on the wall.

One looks like a younger Dean with a beautiful woman about our age, probalby his mom. Another is him and the same woman, a man who I can see Dean looks very much like, all squished into a hospital bed, with a little blue bundle. Dean is the only one not looking at the camera, instead staring in wonder at the baby. There's one of Dean in a cap and gown, wrestling with a scrawny boy with floppy hair and bright hazel eyes, probably his little brother. One of him, an older woman, and a girl a few years younger than him infront of a building with a sign that reads, The Roadhouse. One of him and an older man, who I swear I recognize, bent over Dean's car, covered in grease. One of his brother in a cap and gown as well, standing alone, he obviously filled out since Dean graduated. The last one is of him, his brother, his father, and the man I swear I know from somewhere, at least 13 years ago. All standing in a line, looking like they went through hell, all cut up, bruised, and bloody but grinning like crazy infront of the sign for Singer's Salvage. That's who that is! Bobby Singer! He owns Singer's Salvage! At the bottom of the picture, in small, neat, handwriting it's labled, Sammy's first hunt.

"What the hell were they hunting?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

I jump when Dean speaks up suddenly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"That's alright. But really, what happened that got you so beat up?"

"Werewolves?" Sadly that's the truth, he just doesn't know it.

"Oh, damn, yeah, I've seen some pretty nasty werewolves in my day."

I can't tell if he's being serious or playing along.

"I uh, noticed your salt." He moves over to the front door. "And the mat is a little crooked." He pushes aside the rug with his foot, "Devil's trap's looking faded, you should re-paint that."

I can feel my mouth hanging open as he smirks a little.

"My dad, he was a hunter too."

"I'm not, not really anymore."

"Yeah, children will do that for you. My dad still hunted though, he had mom to take care of us kids. Until he decided we were old enough to hunt with him of course."

"You have siblings?" I change the subject.

"Yeah, a younger brother, Gabriel, and an older sister, Anna. How about your brother?" He gestures to the pictures hanging on the wall, "What's his name?"

"Uh...that's Sam..."

"Are you colse?"

"We...were..."

"Oh." He doesn't push the subject, "Let me get my bag, and I'll see how Annaleigh's doing."

"Okay." I watch him as he goes back out to his car.

"She's extremely healthy considering."

"Considering?"

"Well, because it was a male pregnancy and because she was only thirty seven weeks. Is there really no way your date of conception was wrong?"

"No...it was only the once, so I guess it's just poor luck. Not that I would change it for the world."

"Well, thank you for the coffee, I should get home."

"Don't I owe you?" I place my hand on his arm lightly.

"Yeah." He smiles and I swear blushes the lightest shade of pink as he hands me his card, "Call me, maybe we can get dinner sometime."

"I would like that." I open the door for him and close it when he gets to his car.

Honestly, I'm thinking this is just a bunch of blah blah, ho well.

So, anybody know the song Porn Star Dancing? I love that song, and if I'm honest with you I think the reason I like it is that the first time I heard it I was pretty messed up on spice (my first and last time doing that!) and it was like blaring out in the car I couldn't even have a conversation with the chick sitting next to me! But I was thinking that it was such a Dean song! Like seriously! So Dean! If you haven't heard it, go listen to it, it's awesome!