A/N: To any artist who wants to illustrate my stories. I AM NOT INTERESTED. Do not PM me. NC

Happy Easter to all, and I can't wait for you to find out what has happened at Bobby's and what you think. NC

Chapter 2

The gates of the salvage yard were in sight, and the Impala slowed to pull through them. Dean steered Baby around the driveway and up to a weather-beaten, two-story house. It had seen better days, but still served its purpose as a home. There were no leaks or missing shingles, and all the windows were intact, making it livable.

"Man, I hate driving straight through," Dean grumbled, parking, cutting the engine, and getting out. He bent from side to side and twisted at the waist to loosen his stiff muscles. After popping his back, he sighed with relief.

"My butt is asleep," Sam complained, unfolding his tall body and rubbing his backside. He rolled his shoulders and bent his back, hearing it pop. His shoulder was still sore, but since he had been taking medicine, the pain had eased. "I sound like an old man."

"Well, guess we should get this over with and see what Bobby is so riled up about," Dean huffed, heading up the steps and to the front door. "We'll leave the bags in the car in case we need to find somewhere else to stay."

"Let's hope he doesn't start shooting," Sam replied, following his brother.

Dean knocked on the door and waited for Bobby to answer. They could hear noises behind the door as locks were disengaged and the door was jerked open.

"About damn time you yahoos showed up," Bobby snapped. His mood hadn't improved, and he eyed Dean with a sour look. He finally stepped aside, allowing them to enter.

The brothers walked into the living room when a strange sound caused them to falter. It sounded again, and Sam was the only one brave enough to walk over to the small pallet on the floor to look down at a baby. A real, live baby. The baby had rolled over onto his stomach and scooted toward Sam to grab his pant leg. He looked up at Dean and Bobby and then back down at the baby, who started crying louder when Sam didn't pick him up.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Sam cooed as he squatted and scooped the baby into his arms. "What's wrong?" Sam's eyes widened as he looked into the baby's green eyes that looked just like his brother's. Man! Dean had some explaining to do.

"This is for you," Bobby told Dean, handing him a piece of paper.

Dean still hadn't said anything as he stood there with his mouth hanging open, looking shocked. He accepted the paper and opened it to read the note.

'Dean, those three nights were amazing, but I didn't sign up for this. If you're wondering how I found you, I'll confess, I looked through your wallet and found a card for the salvage yard. When I found out I was pregnant, I did my homework. He's your responsibility now.'

"Any idea who wrote this?" Bobby asked.

"I don't know, Bobby," Dean stammered, as he re-read the note. "How did you get him?"

"Found the little tyke on my doorstep when I got back from town. That was three days ago. I started calling you after reading the note."

"I think something is wrong with him," Sam butted in, as the baby cried out again when bouncing didn't do any good to appease him.

"It's feeding time, and Sam, you need to run into town and do a supply run. There's a list on the table in the kitchen."

"Okay, sure," Sam cautiously replied. He got the feeling Bobby wanted him out of the house. "Here," he told his brother as he passed the baby to him. "Keys for the Impala."

"Here," Dean mumbled, juggling the baby to find his keys and tossing them to Sam. "Are you hungry?" he asked, patting the baby on his shoulder, letting him cuddle into his neck.

"There's a bottle in the fridge," Bobby told him. "I'll go heat it."

"What's his name?" Dean asked as he followed him.

"I found a blanket with the name Lucas on it. Anyway, that's what I've been calling him." Bobby ran hot water and set the bottle in the bowl to warm. "Now that Sam's gone, you wanna tell me about this?" he asked, pointing to the fussy baby.

"Honest Bobby, I have no idea who I slept with that produced this," Dean started. "He looks about what, eight or nine months old, no more than a year, so that would have been about two years ago. How am I supposed to remember a one-night stand from then? I mean, there have been women in the past few years, but no one sticks out. No one has tried to contact me about a baby."

"So, what are you going to do?"

"Do?"

"Well, he's not going to raise himself. Are you going to have a paternity test to see if he is yours? And if he is, what will you do with him?"

"Crap, Bobby, I don't know," Dean pleaded. He accepted the bottle and sat at the table to feed Lucas. Lucas settled down, making grunting noises as he drank his bottle.

"Well, son, all I can tell you is you need to decide something pretty quickly."

Dean looked down at the baby in his arms as his mind whirled with this revelation. He was a father to a baby boy. A father, and he had no idea what to do. How could he raise a baby in his line of work? He couldn't give up hunting; it was in his blood, and he was extremely good at it.

"You better burp him before he finishes, or he'll spit up," Bobby cautioned Dean. "Here, use this," he told him, tossing a hand towel to him.

"Thanks," Dean nodded as he gently pulled the nipple from Lucas's mouth. He started to fuss as Dean put him on his shoulder and patted his back. "You can have it back when you give me a burp." He could feel his silky skin against his neck and let his cheek rest on his head. He felt the tickle of his sandy blonde hair on his cheek.

"You've got a hell of a lot to think about, boy. I need to do some research for a hunter." Bobby left him in the kitchen to finish feeding Lucas.

"Good boy," Dean smiled when he burped twice and mewed at him. "Hold on, you can have the rest of it now." After positioning him in the crook of his arm, he gave him the bottle. Lucas settled and was asleep before finishing the bottle. Dean ran a finger down his cheek and let him grasp his little finger with his tiny hand. His son was helpless and would need someone to take care of him and raise him. Could that someone be him?

Spn

Sam walked into the store and grabbed a buggy as he scanned the shopping list. He looked at the signs and headed for the baby department to pick up baby formula, diapers, wipes, a couple more bottles and nipples, lotion, baby shampoo, Destin, and baby food. He mulled over the flavors of food, not sure what to get. He looked at the ages on the jars to be sure and get the right ones, he hoped. He found the water to mix the formula with and got half a dozen jugs. Lastly, Sam looked at some stuffed animals and found a white tiger, thinking the baby might like it.

Once he got what was on Bobby's list, he headed deeper into the store to shop for them. He was going to pick up some supplies since it looked like they would be staying with Bobby for a while. Sam was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Dean was a father, and he was an uncle.

When Sam finished shopping, he checked out and headed to the Impala to unload the buggy into the trunk. He was anxious to get back and see the baby again. He decided to stop at the diner to grab takeout for their dinner. He made sure to get Dean a slice of pie.

Sam stopped at the front of the house and got out, looking up when Dean stepped onto the porch.

"Need help?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, that'd be good," Sam replied, eyeing Dean. He seemed lost in thought and could guess why. He searched for the baby as soon as he stepped into the living room and saw that he was asleep on the pad by the couch.

They got everything inside and began putting things away. Sam left the baby stuff on the counter, not sure what to do with it.

"I brought dinner," Sam offered since Dean wasn't talking.

"Okay," Dean mumbled.

"I got you a slice of pie."

"Whatever."

"Bro, are you okay? I know this must be a huge shock for you. You know, to find out you're a father. I'm here for you, so don't shut me out."

"Thanks, Sammy. Guess I'd better tell Bobby you got dinner." Dean walked out of the kitchen without further comment.

Sam set the cartons on the table and laid silverware and napkins beside them. He got down glasses, filled them with ice, and poured the tea. By the time Sam had everything ready, Dean and Bobby had joined him, and they sat down to eat. No one said anything during the meal, though there was a lot that needed to be said.

"I've got him," Sam quickly said, getting up and heading into the living room to check on the baby when he cried out. "Hey there, are you lonely?" he asked. "Oh, you need a diaper change. Let's see, it can't be that hard." Sam saw several diapers and baby wipes sitting by the couch and placed the baby on a cushion. He unsnapped his sleeper and undid the diaper before he grabbed a wipe to clean his bottom and penis. After sliding a clean diaper in place, he fastened the tabs. "There we go, all done," Sam grinned, pleased with himself, since he hadn't changed a diaper before. "Let's get you redressed and go see what the others are doing." Sam came back into the kitchen carrying Lucas and sat at the table.

"What's his name? Do we know that?" Sam inquired.

"Lucas," Dean answered. "At least, we think it is."

"Lucas, well, hello Lucas, I'm your Uncle Sam," Sam said, making Lucas smile.

"You want to feed him, Sam? He gets a half jar of vegetables and half a jar of fruit," Bobby told him. "Let me warm the vegetables for you."

"How do you know so much?" Sam asked him.

"I called for help. Jody was happy to give me a rundown on what to do."

"Of course, Jody would know."

"Yeah, I'll feed Lucas unless you want to, Dean," Sam offered.

"No, go ahead, I need some air." Dean got up and grabbed his jacket as he headed for the front door. He had snagged his car keys and was going to take a ride.

"Here, Sam," Bobby offered, placing two jars of baby food in front of him along with a plastic spoon. He set a sippy cup by his arm to give Lucas as he ate. "Watch the cup, he likes to throw things."

"Do you really think this is Dean's son?" Sam asked him as he sat back down. He looked toward the other room when the Impala started up and drove away.

"I don't rightly know, but why would a young woman leave her child here if she wasn't sure of it?"

"He does have his eyes and blonde hair like Dean did when he was little. And if I remember a baby picture of Dean, he does resemble him."

Lucas cooed and smacked his lips as he waved his arms when he saw the jars of food. He smacked the table excitedly, impatient to be fed.

"Well, he acts like Dean, too, where food is concerned," Sam laughed softly as he got a good grip on Lucas so he wouldn't slip from his lap. He began to feed the hungry baby. "You think Dean will be okay?" he questioned.

"Dean has got a lot to think about and some big decisions to make. This is going to change his life forever, and he can't be hasty with his decisions."

"Bobby, do you think we could raise him and still hunt?"

"I don't know Sam. It would be hard, but I'll stand by whatever Dean decides."

"Me too." Sam finished feeding Lucas and wiped his face and hands since he had missed his mouth several times. He took Lucas into the living room and sat on the couch. "I got this for you. Hope you like it," Sam said, holding the stuffed tiger in front of him.

Lucas squealed and lunged at the tiger so he could wrap his arms around it and hug it to his chest. He babbled and jabbered as he leaned against Sam's chest to play with it. Sam kissed his head, cuddled with him, and wondered where his brother had gone. His best guess would be a bar for a drink, but he couldn't blame him for that. It wasn't every day that you found out you had a son.

"Your Daddy went for a drive to think. You're a big surprise to all of us, and well, Dean needs to do some heavy thinking about you. Don't get me wrong, I don't think he'll do anything drastic. I just hope he'll talk to me or Bobby about you." Sam continued to play with him, thinking he was a happy baby.

Lucas chattered and gurgled as he slobbered and chewed on the tiger. He grunted and twisted around so he could see Sam and smiled a toothless grin. Lucas pulled himself up to stand on Sam's leg and leaned forward onto his chest. He played with the buttons on his shirt and grabbed at his nose, laughing when Sam dodged his hands. He started to bounce as Sam kept a firm grip around his waist to steady him. Sam listened for the Impala to return and for Dean to return.

A/N: Well, did anyone guess this was what the problem was? Thank you for coming on this journey with me. Things will get interesting. I do like reviews/comments. NC