Episode: Season 8 - We Need to Talk About Kevin Pt. 5

We stayed like that for a moment, just watching our daughter together. But as Yasmin fell back asleep, Dean reluctantly lied her back down and we walked to the doorway.

"I'd say Miss Yasmin Helene Winchester in there is lucky to have you for a father," I confessed quietly to him, careful not to wake her and thinking nothing of the words leaving my lips.

But upon turning to face him, I noticed his eyes had widened a fraction in surprise, staring down at me, stunned.

"You...you gave her my name?" he asked in shock.

My eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion, a bit taken aback by his question, "Well, of course, I did. She's your child."

And I could almost swear I saw tears brim in those beautiful green eyes of his as he cupped my face in his hands before his lips crashed into mine. I melted into the kiss instantly, feeling as if my heart would burst in my chest from happiness. I hadn't kissed him in over a year but just like before, it felt so right. Just like the first time we'd kissed. After a few more seconds, we both broke away - smiling like idiots.

"I love you. You know that?" he asked me huskily and my smile widened.

"I had a feeling." I replied cheekily, lifting up one shoulder in a shrug.

Dean's fingers caressed my cheek gently, the calloused digits contrasting to the smooth skin of my face, before latching onto the dyed- blonde tips of my hair.

"I like this, by the way. Blonde is kind of hot on you," he smirked down at me before leaning in close to my ear, "Bit of a turn on."

I blushed scarlet at the compliment and batted his laughing form away as we rejoined Sam in the next room. I sat down against the headboard of Dean's designated bed across from Sam, Dean sitting on the floor at the end of it.

"Listen, I know this is gonna sound crazy to you. I don't necessarily need you to understand but...you need to know. I didn't just drop out, Dean... I found something. Something I've never had - all my life," Sam began, continuing where he left off from before.

My body tensed at the change in subject, moving uncomfortably on the bed.

"Yeah. What was her name?" Dean asked him.

My fingers dug into the pillow beside me hard, watching Sam closely as I knew this was hurting him. And after a moment, he finally spoke.

"Amelia,"

"So what, you, uh, you dropped your peanut butter in her chocolate? How'd it happen?"

"...I danced with her,"

Dean turned to glance back at her his baby brother then in surprise, arching an eyebrow.

"Never took you for the type, Sammy,"

I rolled my dark eyes playfully at my boyfriend's remark.

Instead of dignifying that with a response, Sam changed the subject quickly, "Alright, what about you?"

"What about me?" Dean shot back.

"Look at you. You've still got that look. You're shaky, you're on edge... What was it like?"

My eyes flicked down to the blond sitting with his back facing me, biting my lip in thought as I listened.

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

"Try me,"

I shifted in my seat, not sure if I wanted to hear this or not, know what he went through.

Dean was silent a moment before speaking, "It was bloody, messy. Thirty one flavors of bottom-dwelling nasties. Most days felt like 360-degree combat. But there was something about being there..."

As Dean recounted stories of the monsters he'd faced, I untangled myself from the pillows and crawled down the bed before wrapping my arms around his neck, burying my face into his shoulder. His short tufts of blond hair tickled my skin as he moved a fraction, hand latching onto one of mine, fingers intertwining. And finally, when the stories, memories were over...I couldn't help but whisper into his ear, tears in my brown eyes.

"I'm glad you found your way back home to me."

We got back on the road by morning and after a couple of hours were finally able to locate Kevin thanks to a tracking spell in one of my mother's spell-books I'd brought along. He was holed up in an abandoned church on Fifth. Our reunion was cut short though by the appearances of some demons. It didn't take long to kill them. But just as the demon blade exited one of their skulls, the demon falling limp from Dean's hands, a familiar voice reached my ears.

"Hello boys, daughter."

I whipped around to be met with the face of my father as he stepped further into the church.

"Dean! You're looking...well, let's just say Purgatory didn't do you any favors... Where's your Angel?" Crowley asked him curiously.

"Ask your mother," Dean bit back curtly.

"There's that grade-school zip. Missed it, I really did. Moose! Still with the pork chops. I admire that," he smirked back at the brothers.

But finally, once his eyes landed on mine, they softened, "Parker, my darling daughter,"

My own serious expression never wavered though, "Crowley, my dear father who let the father of my child rot in Purgatory,"

He shrugged off the accusation, waving a hand as Dean put his own over mine comfortingly, "That was business, Parker. Just a fact of life when your father is a King. Alliances can be broken as easily as they are formed, love,"

"Yeah. I guess they can." I agreed, arching my eyebrows at him dangerously, eyes hard as I stared him down.

His eyes flicked around the room then before landing on Yasmin, perched on one of the pews, teething on a toy block in her hands.

"Ah, I've also heard I have a granddaughter," he smiled in the baby's direction.

Dean stepped in front of him then, blocking his view of our child, demon blade at the ready, "Who will be lucky enough not to have to ever meet you,"

Crowley clearly wasn't happy but said nothing to that. But needless to say after not giving up Kevin to him, all conversations were pretty much over for now. We even managed to escape. But...not before Crowley killed Kevin's girlfriend in front of him. Dean drove the rest of the night and I watched Kevin from my peripheral vision, worried about the kid. Several hours later, after morning had finally come, Dean stopped at a gas station to refill the car and pick up junk food.

"Alright, anybody want anything?" Dean asked the rest of us, gazing over the backseat at me, Kevin, and Yaz.

"I'm good," Sam murmured in response.

"Kevin? How you holding up?" Sam asked the Asian boy beside me gently.

"Awesome. The King of Hell just snapped my girlfriend's neck. How about you?" Kevin shot back, hot anger coating his words with venom.

The three of us shared a look.

"Alright, listen to me. I'm sorry about your girlfriend. Okay, I am. But the sooner you get this, the better. You're in it now, whether you like it or not. That means you do what you gotta do. I'm hitting the head."

And with those final words, Dean exited the Impala, Kevin not far behind him as he briefly muttered something about "snacks for the road" and let the door slam behind him. Secretly though, I figured it was so he could be alone with his thoughts. And I didn't blame him. My eyes briefly wandered to my baby girl sitting in her car-seat, a doll snuggled in her arms. Smiling, I glanced back up then, my gaze met by the pleading hazel brown eyes of my best friend. The smile melted from my face as soon as he opened his mouth to speak and I cut him off.

"Sam, don't." I whispered quietly but loud enough for him to hear.

I turned my head to glance out the window then, letting my hair fall around my face like a curtain, knots forming in my stomach. I couldn't deal with that right now.