Dean was coming back to his apartment when his phone started to ring. He looked around for his jacket, and, of course, it was in the backseat. He decided that he should pull over because he didn't want to wreck his baby, and he didn't want to ignore the call because- what if it's important? When he pulled over into a gas station he reached for his jacket and saw the caller ID. Stan.

Why is his uncle calling him? They haven't spoken since he was 16. Or was it 13? Anyways, it was a long time ago considering he was now 28. But that didn't matter. It was his father's brother calling. Did he know that his father was dead? And that Dean didn't tell him? But who would tell him? Nobody knew Dad had a brother- even Sammy didn't know. But, he answered the phone like there was nothing wrong.

"Hello?" Dean heard a sigh. "Yeah, it's me. Uh, so tell me… what are you doing these days?"

I frowned. Why did he want to know what I was doing? And how-and why-did he have my number after all these years? I changed it twice since the last time I saw him. OH and you can't forget little Stiles. It's hard to forget him. "I'm just going to my apartment. Well, I stopped for gas for my car. Why do you ask? Need something to be taken care of?"

"Well you could say that. But first, how are you guys over there?"

"Well, I'm not so sure about how Sam's doing. I haven't spoken to him since he graduated high school. And my dad-well, uh…"

"Well what?"

"Nothing, we just aren't talking these days."

"Oh, well, alright then. I was wondering if you could watch Stiles for a while. He needs some time away from here and I just thought it would be best if you…"

It was funny how he was trying to explain himself to me. Not funny 'ha-ha' but funny.

So I decided to put an end to his stuttering and I interrupted him.

"You want me to watch Stiles, your son, for 7 months. Have him go to school up here with me. Don't worry. I raised one kid- there's nothing I can't handle."

"Are you sure you're okay with this? I-I mean, you don't have to."

"It's alright, Stan. I wouldn't be saying 'yes' if I didn't want to."

"Thanks, Dean."

"You want me to come over say, Saturday to break it to him?"

"We'll tell him on Saturday."