I'm A What?

Chapter One

There were a few things in Dean's life he'd always been good at; killing the supernatural, annoying his brother, and hitting on women. Now when it came to the first one, he was practically a superhero at it. He was born and raised like a normal kid up until something otherworldly killed his mom. Then his dad decided it was best to raise them to stop whatever it was harming others.

The second thing came naturally; he and Sammy were like most brothers in some sense. They fought and bugged each other like any other boy. But there reasons were much different from that of normal guys. Sammy wanted a normal life, but Dean had always loved the life he led. They could never understand each others point of view and it caused some friction. But underneath all that was a deep sense of brotherly love, not that either of them would really admit it.

Now, the last one he was very proud of. In his entire life, he couldn't count how many women had fallen prey to his good looks and cocky charm. He'd only had one serious girlfriend in his twenty-one years; all the others had just been nice to play with. Now, don't get him wrong, he wasn't going around breaking hearts. There had only been one broken heart that he'd never had the chance to mend; his first and only girlfriend. He'd never meant to hurt her and though no one really thought so, he'd hurt himself greatly when he left too.

Nobody really knew their story except their close friends and Dean hadn't ever thought to tell Sammy about it, but he might have to. Their next stop was a place he'd grown to love; a place where a certain girl lived, Smallville.

"What's your hurry? You've been speeding more-so than usual for this trip." Sam said, annoyed.

"I just want to get there." Dean looked away. Sam sighed and chugged back the remaining liquid, he wiped his mouth and walked towards the door. They were only an hour away from Smallville and by the time they arrived it would be nearly two in the morning, so Dean wasn't exactly sure why he was hurrying. It wasn't like he'd see anybody he knew.

"Have you ever been to Smallville?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded. "About three years ago. Heard there were some weird things happening, found out I couldn't do much to help. I stayed awhile, tried to lend a hand whenever it was needed. They have their own Superman though, so he handled most things."

"There own Superman?" Sam cocked his eyebrow.

"Yeah, he can run faster than a speeding bullet, jump tall buildings in a single bound." He laughed, "Clean the farm up quicker than any other farmboy."

"You can't be serious."

"Oh I am. His name's Clark Kent. Nice guy. Came from some other planet, crash landed here with some meteor rocks. Raised by two very nice, normal parents. Started finding out he had special powers and decided to use them for good. The meteor rocks cause most of the problems in Smallville, so Clark having super strength, speed, x-ray vision, among other things, is able to help the town out."

"Wow," Sam said. "I wish I had x-ray vision."

"Don't we all."

When they arrived they checked into a motel and crashed out. Dean woke up early for him, at nearly eleven. Sam had already gone out and had something to eat and was now looking through the paper for any news. "What paper do you have?" Dean asked.

"The Planet, I'm reading some of Chloe Sullivan's work. She apparently knows a lot about the paranormal stuff happening around here. She doesn't talk about it in this paper, but I hear her old school one The Torch was chalk full of strange happenings."

Dean's eyes widened, "She's working for the Planet now? That's great."

"You know her?"

He nodded, "Yeah, really well."

Sam rolled his eyes, "How well? Like how you know every other girl you say you know well...or were you actually able to control yourself and didn't sleep with her."

"I know her better than you think. But I don't want to get into that. Let's go up to her house, see if she's still living here." Sam nodded and stood up. "Not right now Sammy. I haven't showered and I'm starving." His little brother sighed and slumped back into his chair.

"Would it be too much to ask that you get up earlier?"

"Yes," Dean answered as he made his way into the bathroom.

After eating a large breakfast, Dean finally agreed to go out to the Sullivan house. They knocked on the door and an older man answered. "What can I help you two boys with?"

"Were looking for Chloe," Sam said. "Does she still live here?"

He shook his head, "Nope, she moved down into the town. When a place opened up near the school she said even though it'd be a few years, it was better to get a head start." He laughed. "I'm Chloe's dad, and you two are?"

"I'm Sam, and this is my brother Dean." He introduced them.

"Dean?" He scratched his chin, "Dean Winchester?"

The older brother's face twisted to that of confusion. "She told you about me?"

"You could say that." He snorted. "Why are you back in town?"

"Business."

Chloe's father sighed, "Well, I'm guessing you're in for one big surprise." He walked inside the house, leaving the door open. "Come on in, I'll get you the address."

Dean looked at his little brother, "Big surprise?" He mouthed. Sam shrugged. They were handed a piece of paper and thanked him for his help.

"You tell her that grandpa wants to see his little girl real soon," He shouted to them as they left.

"Chloe's grandpa died a long time back so I don't what he's talking about," Dean said. They drove back into town and searched around for 345 Meteor Rd. They finally found the nicely sized white house, a block away from the school. There were bright flowers lying in a bed in front of the house, a white picket fence surrounded the small, green front yard. It was two floors and in wonderful shape. There was a small porch in the front that wrapped around to the back. They walked up the grey walkway to her front door and rang the doorbell.

"Just a minute," came her voice. Dean smiled and Sam looked at him oddly. He quickly rid his face of the expression. A few seconds later the door opened and they were met with a very shocked Chloe. "Dean?" She asked.

"Hey Chlo." He greeted. "Are you going to invite us in?"

She shook her head and then nodded. "Yeah, come in." She moved out of the doorway and they stepped through. The inside was even more beautiful than the outside. She had an elegant staircase that led upstairs. The kitchen was bright and modern. Her living room was large and airy. "How'd you...uh...find where I lived?"

"We went up to your old house and your dad gave us the address." He turned to her, "He said to say 'grandpa wants to see his little girl real soon.' I thought your grandpa died."

She sighed loudly, "He did."

"Well than, what was he-" Dean was cut off when he saw a small girl who couldn't be much older than two years old come running down the hall. Her hair was straight and a browny-gold; it reached down to her shoulders. Her eyes were hazel and they sparkled with mischief.

"Momma," She called out. Chloe scooped her up into her arms and kissed her cheek. The little girl nuzzled her head on Chloe's shoulder and tugged at the long blond strands of her hair. "Sam," she said. Dean's little brothers eyes widened. Her little hand reached out and waved.

"Yes, Dacey, that's Sam." Chloe said.

Dacey smiled at him and Sam couldn't help but smile back at the adorable girl. She giggled and covered her face. When she looked back at him, Sam had the urge to play peek-a-boo, but decided not to. She pulled back from her mom and looked at Dean. She reached out to him and laughed excitedly, "Dada," She shouted.

Both boys faces widened, Dean looked at Chloe searchingly. She put Dacey down and pointed to the living room, "Go play, honey." The little girl nodded her head; she ran down the hall but then came back. She wrapped her small arms around Dean's leg and smiled up at him. Then she ran down the hall with a bounce in her step.

"Where's your bathroom?" Dean asked. She pointed and he hurried to it. He ran the cold water and splashed it on his face. He looked at himself in the mirror. "Dada?" He asked his reflection. "There's no way I... I can't be a dad... I'm...I..." He shook his head. When he came out of the bathroom Chloe was handing Sam a cup of coffee.

"How old is she?" Sam asked.

"She just turned two a few months ago." Chloe said. "We had a big party, everybody came. She was spoiled rotten." She smiled.

"Did her dad come?" Dean asked.

Chloe cleared her throat. "She's never known her father."

Dean sighed and sat down at the table. He couldn't be the dad; the little girl must have him confused with someone else.

"Why?" Sam asked. "If you don't mind my question."

Chloe shook her head, "He left town before I knew I was pregnant and I had no way of getting a hold of him. He didn't seem like the type of guy who was ready to be a father anyway." She shrugged. "He had a demanding job that he loved and I managed to raise Dacey just fine on my own." She put a mug of coffee down in front of Dean, "One sugar, right?" He nodded.

"So he doesn't know?" Sam asked.

She shook her head, "I've never been able to tell him."

"Must've been hard, you're only, what? Twenty one? That means you were just nineteen when you had her."

She nodded, "It was hard, but I had a lot of help from my family and friends. They didn't judge me for it. They love Dacey."

Sam nodded, "Well, she is adorable. One of the cutest kids I've ever seen."

Chloe laughed, "She gets most of her features from her father. Her hair, her eyes, but she got her curiosity from me."

"And her smile," Dean commented.

She grinned, "That too."

"So what's her full name?"

"Dacey Blaine Winchester."

Dean choked on his coffee. "What?" He coughed out.

"Sometimes, you're a little slow." Sam said. "I figured it out the second she said my name. It was confirmed when she called you 'dada.'"

Dean shook his head, "No way. I can't be a dad. There's got to be a mistake."

Chloe glared at him and Sam was surprised to see Dean actually shrink away. "Dacey is not a mistake. Whether you like it or not, you are her father. But don't worry; I'm not expecting anything of you." She turned and walked to the door. She pulled it open, "It was really nice meeting you Sam, come by anytime, I'm sure she'd love to get to know her uncle." She smiled, but then turned to his brother with an annoyed face. "Goodbye Dean."

They stood up from the table and walked to the door. Dean opened his mouth to say something but couldn't find any words. The door slammed behind him and he cringed. They walked to the car and Dean revved the engine. "I guess you don't know her as well as you think you do," Sam said. His older brother glared at him but he just laughed. "Come on, are you really that surprised... it was bound to happen one day. And Chloe seems great, you're lucky she's the one who had your kid instead of one of the many other girls your play with."

"Chloe is very different from all the other girls." Dean said. "I wasn't just playing with her. We were in a relationship for awhile."

Sam's eyes widened and then he laughed, "You were in a relationship."

Dean smiled at him annoyed. "Yes."

"I've never known you to actually try dating or stay with a girl longer than one night."

"Like I said, Chloe was different."

"Were you two in love?" Sam asked speculatively.

Dean looked out the window, "That was all in the past."

"Well, it's kind of in the present too though isn't it? I mean, you two have a daughter from your one-time relationship."

"I can't have a daughter," Dean said, half to himself.

"Well you do. I mean look at her, she looks just like you. Except she's adorable." Sam said.

Dean frowned at him. "But I'm not a dad... I can't be...fatherly."

"That's what Chloe said. But you're not just going to forget about Dacey are you? She's your daughter and she was really excited to see you. Which leads me to my next question, how'd she know who we were? She even called me Sam."

"I left some pictures with her. Of me and you. Chloe wanted to know what you looked like because she heard so much about you."

"She did?"

"Well you are my brother; I had to tell her how stupid you were."

Sam rolled his eyes, "You couldn't just say, that you told her all the great things about your incredibly handsome and cool brother."

"Well I couldn't lie to her and why get your hopes up."

Sam rolled his eyes and sighed, "We didn't get any work done. Who are we going to go to for information now?"

" Clark," Dean said simply.

"He's going to know as much as Chloe?" He asked skeptically.

"Not as much, but nearly. They're best friends so he's bound to know some." They drove out towards the Kent farm. Sam noticed a tall, dark haired boy throwing very heavy bails of hay onto the back of a truck as if they were small toys. Dean stopped his car and hopped out.

"Dean?" Clark's friendly voice called out. "Is that you?"

"Sure is. How've you been?"

He shrugged and threw his arm out to shake hands. "Alright. Came by to visit my parents and the next thing I know they're getting me to do chores."

Dean laughed. "You moved out?"

He nodded, "Yeah, Lana and I live in town now."

Dean's face broke out in a smile, "Living together? Wow."

"Yeah, we're engaged. Wedding's this fall."

"I go away for a few years and everything changes."

He snorted, "You have no idea." He looked over to Dean's little brother. "You must be Sam," He put his hand out for him to shake. Sam nodded and shook his hand. "Have you two been by to see Chloe?" He asked.

Sam nodded, "Yeah, I'm an uncle." He said proudly. Clark smiled broadly, but Dean glared.

"About that? Are you a hundred percent sure that Dicey is mine?" Dean questioned.

Clark shook his head, "Her name's Dacey. And yes, I'm completely sure." He half-smiled. "Couldn't you tell?"

"I could," Sam piped in.

Dean shook his head, "Anyways, the reason we came down is to talk to you about a new problem here in Smallville. There's been stories that some of the local kids have disappeared. That they go to bed and the next morning they're gone."

Clark sighed, "Yeah, we've looked all over town and we can't find them anywhere."

"There's no clues. No chance they're just runaways."

"No clues. There's thirteen kids missing so I doubt they all decided to run away at the same time." Clark said, shaking his head.

Dean whistled, "Wow. Thirteen kids."

"Are there any connections between the kids? Similarities in their disappearances?"

"Only that they were all really young. It ranges in age, from two to eight. Their parents would put them to bed, check on them a few times, and I guess sometime after they went to bed, the kids just disappeared." He threw another bale of hay up onto the truck. "You might want to ask Chloe about it, she has some paranormal theories about it. She's been a little worried that something might happen to Dacey so she's been researching it like crazy."

Dean sighed and looked away, "We're not on good terms right now."

Clark laughed, "I hope you didn't tell her she made a mistake." Dean winced. "Oh man, you are in serious trouble."

"I know. I didn't mean to say it. I was just overwhelmed. I mean...a daughter. I never thought I'd come back here and find that out..."

"She wasn't expecting you to leave and then find out she's pregnant." Clark frowned. "Then again, none of really thought you'd leave. You two were-"

Dean cut Clark off, "I wish I'd known earlier."

"Why?" Sam asked. "You heard Chloe, you're really into your job and she didn't think you'd give it up."

Dean shrugged, "I would've liked to have known though. I mean, I am Dicey's father."

"Dacey!" Sam said with a laugh. "And you're not really her father, you weren't there when she was born or ever throughout the last couple of years."

"Because I didn't know." Dean said pointedly.

"What would you have done differently?" He asked, not believing his brother would really do much.

"Something. I don't know, I just found out. I haven't really thought this through much. But I know I wouldn't have just left her here to do it all on her own, I mean I l-" he cleared his throat. "I cared about her, a lot."

Sam and Clark looked at each other and then shook their heads. "Well, I can talk to Chloe, she's not angry with me." Sam said.

"She won't be angry with me forever. Eventually, she'll let me back in." He said it with certainty, but his face showed signs of not being completely sure she would.

Clark laughed, "Maybe." They said thanks and headed back into town. They stopped at a diner for lunch. Sam sat with quiet happiness. He was excited to be an uncle, he wasn't sure he'd ever get to be one. Dean never really seemed the guy to have children. Then again, he didn't know he had a kid.

Dean sat with a sense of overwhelming distress. He didn't know what to think or do. He was never put into a position like this. He always knew what he was doing, even if he was about to do something stupid. But having a daughter? He'd never really considered himself a family man. Could he be a dad?

"Dean?" Came a feminine voice.

He looked up from his food. "Lana?"

She smiled at him and he stood up and hugged her. "How've you been?"

"Great." She showed him her diamond engagement ring. "I'm engaged!" She said happily. "How about you? I haven't seen you in over two years? What are you doing back?"

He laughed, "I know. Clark told me. I've been working a lot; I came back because of the disappearing kids."

"Oh, yeah I've heard about that. It's really sad." Her face fell but then she smiled, "Have you seen Chloe yet?"

He sighed, "Yes, and my daughter."

Her eyes widened. "Oh Dean, isn't she beautiful?"

"More beautiful than I remember."

Lana laughed, "I meant Dacey."

He cleared his throat, "Oh, yeah. She's really beautiful." He thought back and it was true. His daughter had to be one of the most beautiful little girls in the world. His heart swelled and he pulled himself away from his fatherly thoughts.

"She looks just like you. Except a girl," she laughed. "Did Chloe show you her room? Or her books?"

He shook his head, "I was kicked out rather soon."

Lana's voice lost its excitement. "Oh, well that's too bad. You know, Dacey asks about you a lot. Always wondering where you are or if you're going to come back. She really likes the supernatural. Chloe has all these books about legends and fairy tales. Nothing scary, but she just loves them." She smiled, fondly. "I really hope you get to know her. I know Chloe really wanted her to have a dad."

"Well she'll definately have an uncle," Sam said excitedly.

Dean rolled his eyes, "I'm going to have to get back in Chloe's good graces and find out more about Dacey... I got it right this time, right?"

Sam laughed and nodded. "Let's go now. You can meet your daughter and I can find out more about what's taking these kids." Dean nodded. They said goodbye to Lana and left the diner.

They pulled in front of her house and walked back up the walkway. Dean lingered in the back hoping to avoid Chloe's wrath. She opened the door; she had a rag in her hands and was wiping the water off of them. "Back so soon, Sam?" She asked, cheerily.

He smiled, "Couldn't stay away. I was actually hoping to talk to you about the disappearing kids."

She nodded her head, "Sure, come on in." She moved her head to look behind him and frowned. "Dean." She said. He nodded his head. "Come back to ask for a paternity test?"

He rolled his eyes, "No. I'm..." He sighed. "Sorry I said you made a mistake." Sam's eyes widened, he was beyond surprised to hear his brother apologize.

Dacey ran up beside her and reached her arm out to Dean. "Dada! Up!" She shouted gleefully. Without thinking about it, he leaned down and picked her up. He brought her to face level and she smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled and noticed Chloe's face soften. She moved out of the way of the door so they cold come inside. "Play?" Dacey asked.

He looked at Chloe, questioningly. "In the living room," she said, pointing. He walked down the hall.