Rating:PG-16

"I'm not your father, so please refrain from calling me that," Mr. Blake said as he put an envelope in front of Sara.
"What is this? What do you mean you aren't my father?" Sara asked as she glared at the man she had always been told was her father as tears ran down her cheeks.
"I didn't stutter, this envelope has a key to a safe deposit box your mother wanted you to have," he answered a bit angrily.
"What? Why now?" she whispered unable to comprehend the information.
"Leave," was all he said before Sara ran out of the room.
Sam stood up to face Mr. Blake but he refuse to look at him. He actually had not looked up from his desk since his coughing fit after he lit his cigar.
"Have you no compassion? Even if what you say is true, there has been time before this to dump this revelation on her. She loves you for goodness sakes," Sam screamed as he followed Mr. Blake in front of the fireplace, but the older man remained silent.
"Do you hear me?" Sam said as he grabbed the man's arm.
Sam was unprepared to see that Mr. Blake's normally blue eyes were a greasy black color, "What the?"
"You don't know who you are messing with," a gravelly voice said from Mr. Blake's mouth.
Sam shook the man, and a second later, a visibly shaken and broken man stood before him. "Go after Sara, I hope the box can help I may not be around much longer. This is best, " he said sadly in a hoarse whisper to Sam.

Sam didn't hesitate to leave to find his wife. He found her in the car crying, with no idea of what had happened when she walked out. Sam took a deep breath. How do I tell her what I saw? What does her family have to do with demons? Does she have gifts? What is in the box? Sam had so many questions, though he had no idea how to approach them with the woman that was beside him in distress. He sat in the driver seat speechless after he pulled her into his arms.
"What did he say?" she asked after she dried her tears a few minutes later.
Sam faced her still torn,” I think the safety deposit box will have some answers."
Sara nodded after he kissed her nose, "You okay?"
"I don't know, I never expected that from.... Dad."

Dean held Cassie a moment before they got into the Impala. Once he was in the driver ’s seat, he faced his wife.
“It wasn’t smart to bring them here, Cas, but I know you wouldn’t want anyone hurt.”
She was ashamed as she looked at him, but she couldn’t cry. She needed to stay calm.
“Especially, Marty.”
Marty seemed to favor Cassie over Dean which was a thrill to her since her only daughter was very smitten with Dean. Marty, the child who learned things the first time around, was more advanced than either Jason or Deanna. Though his shyness made him appear younger than his two years..

“I know,” he said as he backed out of the parking lot.
“Dean when that guy attacked me the other day, he was after our baby.”
He stopped the car before they reached the road, “What?”
“It didn’t register at the time but he said something about the baby.”
He backed up the car to park again.
“Okay so it’s the children? Now its not waiting for them to be a certain age like before we thought it was six months,” he said half to himself as he watched Cassie as she held her stomach.
“Cas?”
She looked up at him as she bit her lip.
“Cassie, are you okay?”
She hesitantly shook her head.

Once they were seated in front of the box at the bank, Sara took a deep breath. Sam sat beside her with his hand on her leg in an attempt to comfort her.
“We can do this together,” he said as she smiled shyly at him.
“Okay, here we go.”
She pulled out a sealed brown packet with papers first since it was on top. Next was a small key she pocketed that had caught her attention at it sparkled from the bottom of the box. Sam swallowed as he saw a familiar gun box as it peeked out from under the papers. Sara grabbed loose papers next; insurance information, a copy of her mothers will, bonds among other things. Afterward, she pulled out a diary that had her year of birth on the front cover, which she added to the items that she had placed in the backpack they brought with them. Sam finally was able to see the carved gun box as he lay in front of them.
“Sam, why does this seem familiar?”
“I can’t be sure but it looks like a dead ringer for the colt that we killed the demon with,” he said hesitantly.
They stared at one another while they attempted to reconcile what they saw with what they knew to be true.

At the hospital, the doctor insisted that Cassie had to go on bed rest despite anything else going on in her life.
“If that is what is needed then we will find a way to do it,” Dean told the doctor before he left the room.
“But Dean….”
“No buts, your mother and I can handle the kids,” he said as she sat in the chair beside the bed.
She swallowed as she looked at him, “I can do better I promise not to get upset.”
“Yeah right, you in the house with me equals tension and not always the fun sexual kind. Maybe I should move out until the baby is born; that way you have less stress,” he suggested playfully as he looked in her eyes.
“No way,” that was not a solution she would ever agree too.
She knew she needed her husband at her side even though they tended to battle quit often. She loved him despite his irritating ways. They were actually more calm than when they first married.

{flashback –not long after the wedding}
Sam had moved in with Cassie and Dean once they married, which was a month later. Sam took a job at a local factory to work nights while he saved money for living expenses at school. Deanna was his project during the day while Dean and Cassie worked. Though Cassie did most things at home she needed quiet to accomplish them. After work, Dean would care for the baby who quickly became spoiled with all of the attention. Cassie tried to encourage the two men that holding her every time she cried was not doing the baby any good.
“But we are available why let her cry?” Dean asked as held his four month old daughter snuggled against his cheek while she sucked her hand.
Cassie shook her head, “ Look, if she is dry, changed and fed then all the crying is for attention.
“What is wrong with us giving her our attention,” Sam asked from his seat on the sofa.
Cassie shook her head, was he serious? Or playing Devil’s advocate for Dean?
“Tell me you are joking? What you are doing makes her cranky with me when its my turn to be up with her at feeding times.”
“Oh,” Sam said as he shrugged in Dean’s direction.
“I hate to hear her cry,’ Dean said as he kissed the baby’s cheek.
Cassie sighed as she went back to work in the other room. I know he is doing his best but God please help me out here.

That night after Cassie fed the baby, Deanna was fussy and would not go to sleep, Dean woke up after a few minutes.
“Why is she crying?”
“Because she wants me to hold her instead of allowing me to put her in the crib to sleep on her own.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh, this is what I meant earlier,” she said as she rocked the little girl in her arms.
Dean reached to get the baby but Cassie stopped him.
“No, you have to be up early I will take care of her,” Cassie said as Deanna pouted her lips as she looked longingly at her father before she let out a scream.
Cassie passed the baby to Dean, where the little girl immediately stopped wailing. Dean could see the cause and effect now but he would not admit it as he held his daughter to his chest.
{End Flashback}
“You would miss me, right?” he asked with a smirk.
“No, Deanna would and you know I hate to disappoint her,” she teased.
“Cute,” he said as he kissed her.

A week later, Cassie was fed up with resting.
“Bed rest sucks,” she told her mother as she sat with her while the children napped.
“Whether or not you are having a good time is not important; that your baby needs you to cool it with the drama,” he mother teased.
“You calling me a drama queen?”
Her mother laughed at Cassie as she stuck her tongue out at her.
“Hey I watch television I know all the new fangled terms.”
“You just blew it by calling them new fangled,” Cassie laughed.
Dean walked into the door into the sound of them giggling.

“So what is so funny in here?” Dean asked as he smiled at the two ladies.
“Oh mom was trying to show me how hip she is,” Cassie teased her mother as she got ready to leave the room.
“Well I will get dinner while you two have some time alone,” Cassie’s mother said as she stood at the door while Dean sat on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes.
“Thanks, Mom, we will be in shortly.”
Only a few minutes passed before there was a tap on the door, Dean was kissing Cassie as he leaned over the bed.
“Come in,” he said knowing it was Deanna by her confident knock.
He was surprised that not only was it his daughter but his two sons, also. They came in single file carrying what seemed to be signs. Deanna grinned ear to ear while Jason stood at attention and Marty looked as though he wanted his mother as he grinned shyly.

“What’s up?” Dean asked as his curiosity grew.
They lifted their signs, manila pages with writing, then said the word on each one.
“Happy,” Dee Dee said.
“Day,” Marty said though his word was out of order.
“Wedding,” Jason added with a grin.
Dean looked at Cassie who was trying not to laugh.
“Happy Day Wedding?”
“Daddy, mom said its today that you had a wedding,” Deanna informed him.
“It’s our anniversary?” he said as though he had totally forgotten.
Cassie raised an eyebrow at him as Marty came over to the bed to give her a hug, and the other two surrounded Dean.
“That was wonderful, thanks for the nice words,” he said before he reached into the bedside drawer to take out a jeweler’s box just when Cassie’s mother came to the door.

Cassie looked around Marty who was hugging her tightly as Dean leaned onto the bed before the other two little munchkins set themselves in the bed also.
“What’s that daddy?” Jason asked.
“It’s your mother’s wedding ring if she will accept it.
Cassie’s mouth dropped open, “I have a ring.”
“You have a band but not a proper wedding ring. I bought this for you if you like it,” he said a bit hesitantly.
He looked like Marty all of sudden his uncertainty shown in his hazel eyes. Of course she would accept his ring, just the fact that he thought to buy her one was an enormously huge deal.
{Flashback}
Once Dean asked Cassie to marry him they set about trying to find somewhere to live. Cassie wanted to live close to work but Dean really wanted to live outside of town. Cassie gave in to Dean’s way of thinking when she decided to do most of her work through the internet. It took them two weeks to get that figured out so when time came to get the wedding dress, tuxedo’s, church, reception and honeymoon details ironed out they ran short.
“Cassie, I want to buy you a wedding ring not just a band,” Dean insisted as they put up pictures at their new apartment.
“No, Dean it isn’t necessary, I know you love me without a big fancy ring on my finger, please believe me, it’s okay. We don’t have the time to concern ourselves with that, the wedding is too close.
Dean sighed but promised himself he would get her a ring some day; a beautiful one that she would be proud to wear as he wife.
“Okay, you are right, I do love you and your marrying me is the main thing,” he said as he wrapped her in his arms.
{End Flashback}

“Yes, of course, Honey I am surprised that you …,” she couldn’t stop the tears.
Her mother handed her a tissue but Deanna looked at her mom not sure of why she was crying.
“Don’t cry Mommy he can take it back,” Dee Dee said as she glared at her daddy for making her mommy cry.
Dean smiled, “Honey I think she is happy not sad,” he said as he winked at his daughter.
He slid the ring on Cassie’s finger, it was a one-carat emerald cut diamond in a gold antique setting that fit with her band perfectly.
“It’s beautiful,’ Cassie’s mother said as she looked over Cassie shoulder and around the children.
“Thank you, I honestly hadn’t thought about this in years, but I am glad that you have,” she said as she looked into Dean’s eyes.
God, I hope the craziness in our lives is over soon; I don’t want to lose him.
“Okay kids, let’s give your parents a moment while you all help me set the table. No cake until we eat. Chop chop,” she said as the kids piled out of the bed.
Cassie smiled at her mother as she shut the door.

Dean took a quick shower before he snuggled close to Cassie in the bed. The kids were eating first since they couldn’t have any of the adult’s meal.
“We will need to thank Mom, for giving up this time,” Dean said as he held Cassie in his arms.
“I have said this before and I still mean it Dean, I am glad you came back for me. I am also sorry that I didn’t tell you about your daughter.”
He kissed her because he did not want her feeling sorry or sad on their anniversary. She gave in easily, hungrily, eager to be close to him, though he had cut her off mid sentence. When she leaned back to look in his eyes she knew what mattered most to her and that was that he was there willingly in her arms.

The meal was tasty thanks to Cassie’s aunt who owned a restaurant. She had brought it over earlier so it could be warmed up when they were ready. After the children had the food and were in their beds the adults sat around the fireplace to chat.
“That was nice, I am glad I was here for your anniversary,” Cassie’s mother said as she sat across from them.
“Me too Mom, it was no fuss, but I enjoyed it.”
Dean nodded as he looked at the two of them, it reminded him of the first time he had meet Cassie’s mother after Martin, Cassie’s father passed away. He shook his head from such morbid thoughts. This was a happy occasion his family was healthy, though maybe not particularly safe, but they were all together. He wondered what Sam was doing.

Sam pulled into Dean’s driveway about three hours later. He knew he should have called because the house was dark as he and Sara walked up to the door to knock. If they don’t answer we will sleep in a hotel again tonight. There was so much to tell Dean he hadn’t wanted to have the conversation on the phone. He knocked a third time before a sleepy Dean answered the door.
“Sammy?”
“Uncle Sam,” Deanna said from behind Dean, “You okay, Uncle Sam?”

TBC

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