As Lily and I spent the day with Bobby Singer, the time went by quickly. He came off as gruff and standoffish, but he really was a sweetheart. I didn't expect him to be so patient and gentle with my daughter. I could tell that Lily had stolen his heart. She had that effect on people.

We sat down to dinner, and I thanked Bobby again for his hospitality. "Thanks so much...you didn't have to cook a meal for us, I'm just happy you let us stay."

"It's no trouble. Been forever since I had the chance to cook somethin' that didn't come out of a box."

"Box"

I smiled as Lily repeated the word. Whenever she learned a new word, she would repeat it over and over again.

"Box. Box. Box." She giggled.

I felt my anxiety lessen. Surely Sam would help us. He wouldn't turn us out into the world alone, would he? How could someone abandon their child?

"So, how did you know I'd be able to find Sam for you?" Bobby asked.

"It wasn't easy. When the Winchesters don't wanna be found, they don't leave a trail. I hired a private investigator about a year and a half ago, and it's taken him this long to get close. He finally had to hack into the FBI Database to find anyone they've had contact with." I confessed. "You were one of the first people on the list. It said you were friends with their father, so I assumed that you would know them well; maybe still be in contact with them."

"Hmm..." Bobby nodded. "So why now?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why'd you start lookin' for Sam? Lily's a little over a year old. How come you didn't start when you found out you were pregnant? Their trail wouldn't have been as cold."

I bit my lip nervously. Bobby seemed trustworthy, but I didn't want to take any chances. Hunters tend to see in black and white. If something is supernatural, they kill it; end of story.

I shrugged. "I was in denial for a long time. I didn't think it was real. And part of me thought that it would be safer if we went our separate ways. I didn't want Lily to be raised into the life like Sam was." Well it wasn't a complete lie.

Bobby seemed to buy it. "I don't blame ya. The last thing Mary wanted was her boys to be hunters."

"Mary...is she Sam's mother?"

Bobby looked a little surprised. "Yeah. How much did Sam tell you about himself?"

"Practically nothing." I said with a frustrated sigh. "He had no problem telling me that monsters were real, but he wouldn't let me in. I think I was just a hook-up to him, nothing more." I admitted, a little bitter.

Bobby's eyes softened. "Hey, that's not true. I know Sam. He only...has relations with people he cares for. Even if he only knew you for a day, he sensed somethin' special. It's Dean you gotta watch out for. He'll flirt with anyone."

I laughed. "Yeah, I noticed."

Lily suddenly dropped her fork on the floor and looked at me with wide eyes. "Mommy. Daddy here." She said solemnly.

I got nervous. Was Lily having one of her premonitions? Bobby couldn't know...I tried to play it off. "That's right, sweetie. Your daddy will be here soon. But I'm not sure he wants you to call him that. His name is Sam." I'd been over this with her before. She knew his name was Sam. But she refused to call him anything but Daddy.

Not more than a minute later, I heard a familiar rumbling in the driveway. The infamous sound of their 1967 Chevy Impala's engine.

"That's a coincidence..." Bobby said suspiciously.

I shrugged, "I suppose. Maybe she heard it before we did. Babies ears are more sensitive than ours..." I trailed off as I realized that I was starting to babble. I quickly wiped Lily's face clean and picked her up, walking to the door just as Bobby held it open for the two brothers.

I felt my heart jump in my chest as I saw him for the first time in over two and a half years. Sam Winchester, the father of my child.

*SAM'S POV*

Genevieve. There she was, looking as stunning as I remembered. Her dark hair framed her face, falling in soft waves down to her shoulders. She stared up at me with wide brown eyes. I could tell she was anxious, and slightly afraid. Why would she be afraid of me?

And then there was the child, in Genevieve's arms.

A little girl. I had a little girl. She was beautiful. She had golden curls, that could've only come from my mother, and her hazel eyes (My eyes!) were looking up at me with a curious expression. There was something about her...she seemed older than a year.

"Genevieve." I breathed. I could barely hear my own voice over the sound of my heart pounding.

She nodded at me. "Sam,"

Then the child reached out for me. "Daddy!"

She grinned, and I felt something I had never experienced before. A burning of emotion. Love, protectiveness. I would never let anything bad happen to her.

"Lily, we talked about this. It's Sam." Gen tried to hold her back.

Lily. So that was her name. It fit; she was beautiful and delicate like a flower. "No, no it's okay...I don't mind. Unless you mind, I mean." I stammered, reaching out uncertainly.

Genevieve handed her to me with hesitation.

In this moment I realized that I had never held a child before.

Her body was warm and soft. I carried her like she was made of glass. She seemed so fragile and tiny. I didn't want to break her. She seemed to sense my discomfort.

"'s okay Daddy." She gave me a small smile, and touched my face. her hands were so soft. That word...every time she called me "daddy", my heart felt like it was breaking with joy and pain at the same time.

Could something this perfect really be mine?