Author's notes: thanks 'sammyluvr83' for your review. Thanks 'Meg' for your reviews and thanks 'iheartJA' for your review! Rachel is married, yes. I'm glad you never saw that coming because I have been so excited to finally add it in :). And that was only part of it...oh I love this part of the story! Anyways enjoy!

Chapter Eight: Re-structuring

'What are you going to do?' Sam asked Dean, feeling very concerned for his brother right now but he could only hope that Dean wasn't going to do something he'll regret.

'I…I don't know' Dean admitted, still in shock…the words ringing in his head "She's married". 'Ten years ago?' he sighed and rubbed a hand through his hair. 'And she's still married to him?'

'Yeah' Sam replied. 'But then where is he?' he thought aloud. As shocking as it was and that the facts were right in front of him…it felt like there should be more to it.

'You don't think…I mean could he be…?' Dean suddenly had a very sickening thought. 'Aiden…?'

'He's your son Dean' Sam said. 'He's too much like you…it's not possible'

'It is possible Sam!' Dean hissed. 'Ten years and she never contacted me, what if…'

'Dean' Sam said firmly. 'What are you going to do?'

'Talk to Rachel' Dean nodded.

'You're going to confront her?' Sam asked, assuming that's what he meant since Dean sounded really mad.

'No, I'm going to talk to her' Dean replied. Sure, he was mad and he felt betrayed…it actually hurt too, but something wasn't right. The way Rachel looked at him and how it just felt so genuine…Dean didn't want to do something to ruin what he had, for Aiden's sake but also to the fact it didn't feel right.

'Tell Aiden we'll be later than expected' Dean told Sam and hung up. He bit his lip and paced back and forth for a moment, debating his options. He took a deep breath and pocketed his phone; he then pulled open the motel door and locked it again behind him. Dean just walked over to the bed and looked down at Rachel's sleeping form. He felt sad, abandoned and as though the rug had been swept from under him. She was married…

Dean knew it would have to wait until morning, so he just climbed into bed beside her and rested his head against hers. He didn't know how things were going to turn out, but he hated the thought that this could be the last time he was with her. It made him wonder if Sam was right, maybe he did truly love her…

Not that it mattered now because…She's married.

Rachel awoke about ten the next morning and stretched sleepishly. She felt very refreshed and comfortable; maybe it was the fact that she had been by Dean's side the entire night. She yawned and sat up, seeing Dean sitting in a chair across the room. He was just sitting there and watching her, but there was something about his expression that had her worried. He looked sad, lost…mad even.

'Dean?' Rachel asked and threw off the covers. She walked over to him but he got up and moved away slightly.

'I want to ask you something' he told her seriously, keeping his distance.

'Okay' Rachel nodded, now feeling tense to the look he was giving her. 'Is something wrong?'

'That depends on your answer' Dean said. 'Is there anything I should know…Rachel Taylor?'

Rachel was shocked; he'd used her real name…that meant only one thing.

Dean wasn't sure what he was expecting, but to have her sit on the bed and suddenly appear frightened was probably not one of them. Maybe it was because she was caught? Or was it something else?

Rachel bit her lip. He knows about Brady…

'I…I…' she couldn't even make herself speak. Images flashed before her eyes…memories.

Dean was confused as Rachel broke into tears and covered her face. He didn't know what to do though…should he comfort her or again, was it the sense of being caught?

Rachel regained herself, which was something that had taken practice. She inhaled heavily and wiped her tears, not allowing herself to re-live what she hoped never to even remember. 'The r-records say that Brady and I married ten years ago' she sighed, admitting it to Dean but she did not look at him. 'It's not true…Aiden was actually two at the time' she sniffed, grabbing a tissue on the bedside table. 'We were married a year…then he…left' she said. 'I never filed for divorce…I don't even know why' She finally glanced up at Dean and registered the look on his face. 'I'm sorry I never told you…it's just, bad memories' she sniffed again and blew her nose.

'How long did you know him…before you married?' Dean wondered, the ten years being a little to close for comfort.

Rachel didn't want to answer that one, because she knew the reasoning behind the question. 'I ah…I don't remember' she lied.

'Rachel' Dean sighed. He went over to her and shook his head, still feeling betrayed in some way. 'Why did you lie about having a brother?'

'Have you looked into my files or something?' she frowned but shook her head also. 'Dean, I…I can't tell you' she sighed. 'I want to…but I can't'

'Why not?' Dean asked, getting madder now.

'Because I love you too much' Rachel said seriously and looked at him then, right in the eyes. 'If you knew the truth about my past…you might get hurt. There are people out there that I was unfortunate to be involved with and they would kill you for knowing. I know it's unfair…and I know it's wrong, but I just can't' She sniffed and stood up. 'I don't think it's healthy in a relationship to keep secrets…if you agree then I will walk out this door and we'll put the issues to rest' she said, not wanting to leave him at all, but it was unfair on him.

'And Aiden?' Dean asked.

'He's a Winchester…I'm clearly not' Rachel bit her lip and wiped her eyes. 'He belongs with his father…I couldn't protect him then, how can I be so sure that I can now?' she asked, letting her emotions take hold of her, and she just gathered her things, heading for the door.

As she reached for the handle, she felt herself being pulled back.

'Don't go' Dean said to her, his eyes pleading sadly. It shocked Rachel to hear him say those two words. Dean wasn't the kind to use words to express his feelings, but the emotion that was put into those two words alone were as powerful any gesture he could have given.

'I don't want you to leave' he said, letting her arm go. 'I just want you to be honest with me' he shrugged.

Rachel smiled through her tears and leaned against him, holding him close. She cried, not out of fear or pain as she had with Brady, but with the sense of being loved by someone…

Aiden crossed his arms and frowned. It was almost one in the afternoon and Sam had recently informed him that his parents were going to be later than they'd planned.

'I want them back now' Aiden complained. 'Why are they taking so long Sam?'

'They have things to sort out' Sam sighed. 'Come here' he gestured.

'Why?' Aiden asked but did. He walked over to where Sam was standing beside the table and frowned as Sam handed him a soccer ball. 'What's this for?' Aiden asked, accepting it.

'I thought, while we're waiting…we could…' Sam shook his head. 'Nah never mind' he shrugged.

Aiden watched Sam wander away and glanced down at the soccer ball. He felt a bit guilty because he knew how hard Sam tried. At first Aiden thought it was just weird but now he was starting to think that Sam really wasn't sure what to do and that he seemed nervous of Aiden not liking him.

'I'm bored' he said. 'I wouldn't mind…you know? If you wanna?' he shrugged.

'Think of it as a clean slate' Dean told Rachel as he drove into the motel's parking lot.

'Okay' she smiled and got out, hearing laughter from Aiden and Sam. 'What are they up to?' she asked and they went around the back.

Sam and Aiden were kicking a soccer ball to each other and laughing about something.

'Mum!' Aiden ran over and hugged her around the middle. 'You're back' he smiled. He let her go and smiled at Dean. 'Hi'

'Hey Aiden' Dean grinned. Last night he had really thought that he was going to lose Rachel and Aiden, but now that he had sort of being given a second chance…he wanted to do it better this time. 'Looks like you're having fun'

'Yeah, Uncle Sam was teaching me some pointers' Aiden smirked. 'Watch this!' Aiden ran back over to the grassy area and grabbed the soccer ball. He threw it up and hit it with his angles, knee and head, keeping it off the ground.

Sam and Rachel clapped while Dean had a small flashback of when he'd taught Sam how to do that, although Aiden seemed a faster learner.

'Awesome kiddo' Dean grinned.

'Sam, I need to talk to you' Rachel said and he nodded.

'Okay, looks like it's just me and you' Dean said and held his hands out.

Aiden threw the soccer ball to him and smiled. 'Do you know some pointers?'

'Dude, I taught Sammy those pointers…nah, I got a better idea' he winked.

'What's up?' Sam asked as Rachel shut the motel room behind them.

'You did a check on me? You told Dean!' she snapped, but tried to keep her voice low.

Sam was a little shocked so he didn't know how to reply, but it didn't matter because Rachel kept going.

'I wake up and Dean's all worried that Aiden isn't his, that I'm still married…do you have any idea how hard it was for me to lie to him?'

'You lied to him?' Sam asked. 'What, why?'

'I had to Sam' Rachel sighed. 'You don't understand, Brady is my husband…yeah. But I didn't divorce him because I was too scared to'

'I'm confused' Sam frowned. 'You're telling me this and not Dean because…?'

'Because I want you to know that if you find out that kind of information…don't tell Dean. And trust me, I'm doing this to protect them'

'And Dean is Aiden's son…right?'

Rachel glanced at him for a moment and then sighed. 'Yeah' she shrugged and went over to the table. 'So um…what's the plan?'

Later that night, the four of them were settled into another motel room, which was much bigger and had room for them all. They had just finished the dinner (that Rachel had cooked) and were sitting at the table watching TV.

'So you're okay with that?' Dean asked Aiden.

'Sure, I can't wait to learn how to fight!' he grinned. 'Who's gonna teach me?'

'Sam and I will take turns' Dean nodded and glanced over at Sam. 'Are you going to call Bela tomorrow?'

'Yeah' Sam nodded and got up from the table. He walked over to his single bed lay on his back, feeling exhausted.

'Um, I ah…I was wondering…' Aiden started at the table and bit his lip. 'Never mind' he then mumbled and shrugged. 'I'm tried' he walked over to his own single bed.

Rachel and Dean watched him for a moment and then turned back to the TV.

'I think you should spend the whole day with him tomorrow' She sighed. 'Let him know that you're not leaving…I think he's very insecure about that right now'

'Yeah' Dean nodded.

Aiden woke up the following morning to find Dean over by the door, putting his boots on. His mum was still asleep and Sam wasn't anywhere in sight.

'Where are you going?' Aiden jumped out of his bed.

'Get dressed, I have something I want to show you' Dean told him.

'Ah, okay' Aiden glanced at Rachel. 'Shouldn't we tell mum?'

'She knows' Dean nodded. 'Now come on'

Dean drove out of town and parked near the woods. 'Okay, let's go' he said and got out of the car. He went around to the trunk and opened it, using a shotgun to hold it up.

'What are we doing? I thought you wanted to show me something' Aiden said curiously as he followed.

'I do, but first…' Dean handed Aiden a gun. 'Can you carry this?' he asked and grabbed a large garbage bag that seemed really light.

'Sure…' Aiden frowned but did as he was told.

Dean put the trunk down again and led Aiden through the woods for a bit until they came to a clearing that had a large rock on one side.

'Okay, my dad used to do this with me when I was just a bit younger than you…so I thought we've give it a go' Dean nodded and placed five cans in a row on the rock. He then took Aiden several feet away and showed him how to use the gun properly.

'Now be careful, there are real bullets in that' Dean instructed and stood beside, but a bit back from Aiden. 'Give it a go' he smiled.

'O-okay' Aiden nodded and aimed the gun at one of the cans, eager to impress.

Aiden bullseyed four of them but missed the fifth by hardly an inch.

'Not bad!' Dean clapped and Aiden grinned at him proudly. 'Okay, let's put some more up' Dean went over and placed some more empty cans up for Aiden to shoot at.

After another hour or so and once all the cans were gone, they got back into the Impala and Dean drove them to their next destination.

'Where are we?' Aiden asked as he followed Dean along a deserted, dirt trail.

'You'll see' Dean said and helped Aiden over a large rock. 'Okay, close your eyes'

Aiden did and Dean lifted him up onto another rock.

'Open' he smiled and Aiden gasped.

'Wow' he grinned as he looked down over a large valley. The valley was so huge that it seemed to disappear into the distance with mist and mountains. There were tiny houses and buildings that was the town they were staying in, there were other towns nearby and it just seemed endless.

'This is cool, but why did you bring me here?' Aiden wondered.

Dean shrugged. 'The location was more your mother's idea, she knows this area more than I do…but I wanted to make a point' he sighed. 'Aiden, I know things have been crazy' he said, not exactly sure what to say. 'I guess I just want you to know I'm not going anywhere, okay? And…you can call me whatever you want, like if you want to call me "dad" I'm okay with that'

'Thanks' Aiden nodded and gave Dean a hug. 'I…'

'Yeah, me too' Dean nodded; knowing Aiden was trying to say he loved him. 'And you never know, we might just be a proper family' he winked. 'Because I promise you Aiden, I lo- really like your mother and no matter what happens, you can count on me…okay?'

'Okay' Aiden smiled.

About 35, 000 miles away…at a High Security Prison:

The guard near the entrance glanced over as a man walked outside and into the sunlight. He then felt nervous, which was weird since he had been a guard there for over twenty years.

'You're leaving?' he asked the man. He was about six feet two inches tall and had dark, spiky hair, also with tattoos down his arms.

'Yeah' the man smirked.

'Who in their right mind let you out?' the guard asked nervously.

'Your boss' the man raised and eyebrow and stared up at the blinding sun. He used his arm to shield his eyes and then wandered down the street and pulled out a cell phone from under a hidden part of a pay phone booth. He yawned a little and then reached a name. He pressed dial and waited with it on speaker.

'Hello?' a young guy's reply was heard after second ring.

'Yeah hi, I was wondering if I could hire a car…maybe a Ferrari?' the man asked.

'What's your name sir?' the clerk sighed, typing into a computer.

The man smirked and answered smugly. 'Brady Barring'

Author's notes: ooohh and the plot thickens!! let me know whatcha think! ideas, theories, comments...anything! Please review!