This is one of the first Supernatural fanfics I wrote. Ergo, it kinda sucked. So I'm rewriting it, one chapter at a time. I'll update it probably about twice a week :) thanks for reading!

I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself to knock on the door before me. It had taken months, but I had finally tracked down the last known place where Sam Winchester had been seen. Singer Salvage. Even if he wasn't there anymore, Bobby Singer could tell me where to find him, right?

I clutched Lily to my chest. She looked at me with those big hazel eyes, and I instantly felt better. My daughter was the best thing to ever happen to me. "Mommy. Find Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetie, we're gonna find Daddy." Her innocent question gave me the courage I needed to knock on the door.

I waited anxiously for only a few moments, and an older man opened the door. He was sporting a worn-out baseball cap and work boots, and wore a plaid shirt and faded jeans. "Can I help you?"

"Is...Is Sam Winchester here?" I stammered.

He squinted suspiciously at me and Lily. "No, who's askin'?"

"I'm Genevieve Nielson, and this is my...our daughter Lily."

A look of genuine shock crossed his face. "I'm sorry, did you say our daughter? As in, this tyke is a miniature Sam?"

I nodded.

"Well I'll be damned. Come on in."

He let us in, and the salt line across the doorstep didn't escape my attention. I saw Bobby visibly relax when I crossed it without a problem. "I'm not a demon, you know." I said with a smile.

"So, you know about-"

"Monsters and everything? Yeah. Sam and I met two years ago when he and Dean were hunting a werewolf in Missouri. After learning that monsters were real, I decided to find out what else was out there."

"Smart." He nodded absentmindedly. "Here, have a seat. He gestured to a couch in the living room.

I sat Lily on my lap, and she played with my hair, sensing my discomfort. "Mommy. Find Daddy?"

Bobby smiled at her. "Kid, your daddy is two states over, workin' a job. Let me give him a call." He stepped out and I was left alone with my daughter.

I couldn't believe it. After all this time spent searching, I would see him again.

And maybe get some answers.

*SAM'S POV*

"Dude, that was epic. We deserve to take a little break. What do you say we take a trip to Vegas and have ourselves some fun?"

Dean and I had just finished taking out a nest of vamps in Nebraska, and we were on our way back to the Bunker. I rolled my eyes. "Look man, I just wanna sleep for a week. If you wanna go to Vegas and get an STD, go ahead. Just drop me off first."

"You're no fun."

Before I could come up with a witty reply, my cell started ringing. I answered the phone. "Hey Bobby. What's going on? You got a case for us?"

"Not exactly." He sounded strange, and I could tell something was up.

"What is it?"

"Sam, are you sitting down?"

"Yeah, Dean and I are driving back to the bunker. What's wrong?"

"Sam, I've got a girl here with a kid that she claims is yours."

Stunned, I took a minute to reply.

"You still there?"

"Yeah, um, what did you say her name was?"

"Genevieve Nielson."

"Oh my God..."

Gen. It had been two years since I'd seen her. We'd saved her from a werewolf in Missouri. She was smart, funny...everything I wanted in a girl. Everything I knew I couldn't have. Usually Dean was the one who got lucky after saving the damsel in distress. But this time she had fallen for me.

But I had worn a condom. I couldn't have a kid, the child couldn't be mine. "That's impossible."

"Are you sure? Cause she's pretty damn convinced."

I thought back to that night. Shit. I'd worn a condom for most of it...

"Dammit." I cursed. "Yeah, there's a possibility."

Dean was looking at me with concern on his face. "What?" He mouthed.

I shook my head.

"Bobby, I'll be there by tomorrow. Don't let her leave." I hung up the phone and ran a shaky hand through my hair.

"What is it?" I could feel Dean's stare on me.

I couldn't breathe. This couldn't be happening. I wasn't father-material. How could I let this happen? I was hyperventilating. I knew in my heart that the child was mine.

"Sam! Sammy, you gotta breathe, man." Dean had pulled over, and was rubbing my back. "That's it, deep breaths." He looked scared. "You got me freaking out, dude. What's going on?"

"I have a kid."

He blinked. "Excuse me?"

"I. Have. A. Kid."

"What? That's impossible. No offense, but you haven't gotten laid in like-"

"Two years."

"No. That chick from Missouri?"

"Yeah."

"Well I'll be damned." He leaned back in his seat. "I'm an uncle." He started the car, and flipped a U-Turn.

"What are you doing?"

"We're gonna meet mini-Sam."

"Dean, I can't ask you to-"

"To what? Come on, this is just as much my business as it is yours. You're not gonna drop me off at the bunker and make me wait. I'm coming with you."

"Thanks." I said quietly.

It was going to be a long drive.

I'm a dad. I thought. I can't believe it.