"You know, we haven't done a run of the mill case in a long time...Not since Y/N was here, anyway." Sam's jaw involuntarily clenched when Dean mentioned your name. "I am definitely relieved to take a break from asshole angel antics," Dean sighed, pulling the Impala over on a residential street.

"Yeah, I know what you mean..." Sam mumbled, trying to avoid the one person that's been on his mind for months. He didn't exactly leave things the best way with you and it had been eating at him for the longest time. It didn't help that there were multiple occasions where he could've smoothed things over but-

"Hey, earth to Sam!" Dean shook Sam from his own thoughts and he looked over to see Dean with his foot out the door and a confused look. "You comin'?"

"Y-yeah sorry," Sam muttered, following his brother out of the car.

"You doin' alright Sammy?" Dean asked as they walked up the front walkway to the house of their first witness.

"Of course, why would you ask?" Sam adjusted his tie nervously.

"Well after I mentioned Y/N you got kinda-"

"I'm fine, Dean," Sam interrupted.

"Alright, alright still, I think I should do the talking," Dean assured, knocking on the door. Sam didn't argue, just nodding as they heard their witness coming to the door. But he wasn't at all prepared for who answered the door.

"Y/N?" Sam almost whispered through a shocked expression. He never expected to see the love of his life standing there with the same expression and the color drained from her face.

"S-sam? Dean? W-what the hell are you guys doing here?" You looked over your shoulder briefly before closing the door a bit more. Even with your hair in a messy bun and no makeup, Sam couldn't help but stare at you.

Dean glanced between you and Sam, who was still slack jawed and silent. "We're here for a case... Do you, live here?"

"Uh, yeah... But um, what case? Is there something in town?" You tried to keep your focus away from Sam, but considering a certain someone in a crib in the room down the hall, it was hard to think about anyone else.

"Yeah, a vengeful spirit, you don't know? Seeing you here...it seems like you would've killed the thing by now," Dean almost chuckled, and he would've been right. Remembering your time hunting with the Winchesters all those months ago, you definitely would've killed the bastard by now, whatever it was.

"Yeah well...I'm not a hunter anymore so..." You crossed your arms uneasily over your chest, still feeling the awkward atmosphere between you, Sam, and Dean.

"You're what? Since when?" Dean asked, but your focus (and theirs) was interrupted by a cry coming from inside your house. You felt shock come over you again, and sighed, telling them to stay there.

You hurriedly walked to your daughter's room, and picked up your eight month old to soothe her cries. As you swayed and lightly bounced your daughter, you were still terrified the boys would come inside to see what that cry was. Sure enough, as her crying was dying down, you turned to see the Winchesters standing in the doorway with absolute shock on their faces.

"You...you have a baby?" Dean asked, utterly surprised. Sam, however, looked a bit more knowing.

"Yeah...I uh," you looked down at your daughter and smiled, "I do. Guys, this is Josephine Y/L/N..I call her Jo," you said, walking closer to Sam and Dean. Dean had a smile on his face as well, waving a bit to your daughter who giggled back. She had stopped crying and was staring at the boys, and it occurred to you that you should explain. "Hey Dean, you wanna hold her?" Dean's face lit up and he nodded. You handed Jo over who grabbed onto Dean's tie as he held her. Seeing Sam still shocked and you looking nervous, he took the hint and wandered towards your living room to give you guys some privacy.

"Sam-" you started, but he intervened.

"How old is she?" he asked in a cracked voice just above a whisper.

"Why would you care?" You hadn't meant it to sound so rude.

"Because I have the right to know if- Look, I just want to know if...if she's..." Sam seemed to be dancing around the question he wanted to ask.

"Yes...Jo's yours, alright?" your voice broke a bit when you told him.

"" Sam asked with tears in his eyes.

"You don't think I tried?! I called every number I could think of looking for you! But!" You felt tears starting to form in your own eyes, and you blinked them away as fast as possible. "We had a fight and you went God knows where with Dean! I was alone through all this, Sam, and you couldn't pick up your damn phone!" You hadn't noticed walking closer to him until your chest was inches from his. You stepped backward, crossing your arms over your chest and lowering your tone. "I think you should go," you said quickly, and painfully, walking towards the living room where Dean cradled your daughter.

"Y/N..." Sam said, following you, but you ignored him. You couldn't this right now...and you couldn't ask Sam you deal with it either.

"Hey, baby girl," you smiled, carefully taking Jo from Dean's arms. "I think you guys should go..." you glanced at Dean and he seemed confused, looking between you and Sam. You didn't dare look at the younger Winchester, not prepared to see the hurt on his face.

"Alright...c'mon Sammy," Dean said sadly, having a feeling he knew the situation, and having a hesitation in leaving. Staring at Jo, you didn't let tears roll down your face until you heard your front door close.

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