*SAM'S POV*

I stood in the doorway watching Genevieve and Lily sleeping. Gen was so beautiful...she held Lily close to her, as if she was afraid to let go. My heart was breaking as I thought of everything they had been through...without me.

"Dude, only creepers watch girls sleep." Dean whispered from behind me.

"Shut up."

We walked back to the living room, and I sank into the couch. Dean tossed me a beer.

"You look like you could use this."

"Thanks." I took a swig and sighed. "I can't believe this."

"Yeah, no kidding. Genevieve's a babe though. I mean if anyone had to be your baby mama-"

"Would you stop?" I slammed the beer on the table. "She's been through so much. And where was I? All over the damn country. I didn't call, didn't write...I just screwed her and then left. You know who does that? Douchebags! I got her pregnant, Dean. I got her pregnant and she was alone. She was scared. And not only that, how do you think she felt after things started happening and..."

I trailed off after I realized that they didn't know about Lily's abilities. I wasn't gonna be the one to tell them. I was afraid of what would happen. She was just a child, she didn't deserve to be hunted like a monster.

"After what started happening?" Dean asked.

"Nothing, just...the point is, she needed me and I wasn't there."

"You couldn't have known, Sam. I mean you hooked up with her once."

"I should have been more careful."

"Would you stop beatin' yourself up?" Bobby had come in from the kitchen. He leaned up against the wall. "What's done is done. You have a kid. It's not the end of the world."

"What if it is? I'm not a father. I'm not good enough!" My voice broke. "I can't be what they need."

"Breathe, Sammy." Dean rubbed my back worriedly.

"You think anyone is ready to be a parent?" Bobby snorted. "Your daddy did the best he could with what he had, and you are gonna do the same." He walked over and sat in the recliner. "I know about Lily."

My head shot up from my hands, and I blinked at him with surprise. "I...don't know what you're talking about."

"So she hasn't told you?" Bobby looked at me skeptically.

"Told you what?" Dean looked really confused.

"She told you?" I asked Bobby.

"Nah, I figured it out myself. Wasn't hard."

"Would someone please just tell me what's going on?"

"Lily is special. I dunno how, but she musta inherited Sam's psychic powers."

"Woah, hold on. The psychic powers that he doesn't even have anymore?"

"Just because I haven't been using them doesn't mean they're not there." I said quietly.

Dean stared at me. "Well, is there anything else you wanna tell me?"

"What do you want from me, Dean? I use my powers, you're mad. I don't, you're mad. I can't win!" I stood. "I gotta get out of here."

"That's not what I meant, Sam-"

"Stow it." I grabbed the Impala's keys, and stormed out.

I got in, but didn't start the car. What was I doing? What was I doing?

A horrible brother, I'd be an even worse father. I couldn't leave again though, that would hurt them...

But I couldn't stay...

I sat there in the Impala, trying to calm down. I couldn't believe this was happening.

Suddenly a familiar rustle of wings stirred the air next to me. Castiel.

"Hello Sam." He said from the passenger seat. "You seem troubled. More so than usual. May I be of assistance?"

"Everything is falling apart, Cas." I rubbed my eyes.

He seemed confused. "I don't understand. What exactly is falling apart?"

"My life."

He frowned. "That seems a bit dramatic."

"I have a daughter."

Cas looked surprised "Oh. Congratulations."

"Yeah. Except somehow she inherited the demon blood, or the abilities or whatever. I didn't even know that was possible!"

"That's unfortunate. I'm sorry, Sam."

"I don't know how to fix things."

"What do you mean?"

"Do I buy a house? Marry Gen? Settle down? How do I make this right? I want to be a good father."

He gave me an encouraging smile "You'll be a great father."

"You're only saying that because we taught you how to lie" I muttered.

He made a sound of disagreement, which I ignored. I rested my head on the steering wheel and sighed.

Castiel awkwardly patted my back. "It will be okay."

"Thanks Cas."