Well, it's the last chapter. I was thinking of continuing it in a new story. what do you think?

Chapter Twenty Seven

Nine Months Later

Dean had been surprised to receive a voicemail from Emma asking him to meet her. He had never expected to hear from her again once he had left town with Sam and Joanne but she had got in contact for some reason.

Sam and Joanne were happy. She had become quiet adept at hunting; she had taken to it like a duck takes to water and now her name was just as infamous as the Winchester's. Together they made a formidable team. They had taken down the Yellow Eyed Demon; stopped him before he could carry out his plan to unleash hell on earth. Sam was deeply in love with her; Dean could see that just by looking at him and at times it made him envious. He began to think about how things would have turned out if Emma had accepted him for what he was; a demon hunter. He wondered if she would have gone with him; become a hunter who fought alongside hi and Sam. Then he remembered that she had broken his heart and he went back to his miserable apathy where he didn't give a damn about anything.

He even hated one night stands. He still had them with what had become alarming regularity but they left him cold inside. He felt dead inside.

Sam had proposed to Joanne a couple of days before Emma had got in touch and she had accepted. Dean was genuinely pleased for his brother but it hurt sometimes that his brother was happy and he was so dejected.

Emma wanted to meet him in the town where they had first met; where they had conducted their affair so Dean set out to meet her. She had asked him to meet her in the park where they had first met; where they had fallen through the earth; where he had almost died. So he did. He sat down on a bench and waited for her to arrive.

But she didn't. Instead a young woman; about twenty five, arrived carrying a small baby; no more than a few days old.

"Dean Winchester?" She asked.

"Yeah, that's me," he replied standing up from the bench.

"I'm Jane; I was a nurse at the hospital where Emma was a patient. She wanted to make sure that you got to see your daughter."

"Daughter… what?" Dean's head could not comprehend what the woman was saying. He had a daughter? "Where's Emma? She called me; said she wanted to see me."

"She did," Jane smiled sympathetically. "She wanted to see you so bad but she didn't make it."

"What?"

"I'm sorry but Emma died shortly after the birth."

"She died?" Dean's heart broke all over again.

"Yes; there were some complications but she wanted you to have your daughter so I told her I would meet you instead," she sat down next to Dean and rested her hand on his shoulder. "She wrote this for you," she took a letter out of her pocket and handed it to him.

"Thank you," he whispered hoarsely.

"I'm truly sorry," she said again before leaving Dean alone with his daughter and a letter. He opened it and began to read.

Dear Dean,

I know this is going to be a huge shock to you; I really wanted to see you in person and I intended to when I called you but now I know that I won't be able to. I really hate the day that I met you; when you fell, literally, into my life because it was the best and worst day ever. The best because I got to meet such a wonderful man who I fell for so hard and fast that even now thinking about it makes my head spin. It was the worst for what happened.

I lied to you, Dean. That day when you killed Mike; you asked me if I had been bitten and I told you no. But he did bite me and I got infected. When you told me that there was no cure I got scared and looked in that journal of yours. I found something about crossroad's demons and I went to make a deal for my life. But it told me I was pregnant and suddenly my selfish reason for summoning it became pure. I had to do this to save my daughter. Our daughter. She would have been infected otherwise and couldn't live knowing that she would become a monstrous killer like Mike. The demon would only give me until she was born though. And although I regret never being able to know my sweet little girl I can die happy in the knowledge that she will be safe. Please keep her safe.

I named her Michelle; after my mother. I can only hope that you can love her as much as I do. You told me that you could have loved me and I just wanted to say that I loved you so much. My life is much better having met you.

Thank you so much for those wonderful few months.

Love,

Emma

Dean finished reading and felt the tears streaming down his face. He looked over at the tiny little girl in the car seat; sleeping so peacefully and he instantly fell in love. How could he not?

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"Did you see Emma?" Sam asked as Dean walked through the door; stopping what he was doing; which was kissing Joanne. He then noticed the baby. "What?"

"Emma's dead," Dean told them. "She got bitted by Mike and she made a deal with a demon so Michelle wouldn't be infected too."

"Who's Michelle?"

"My daughter," he smiled.

"Daughter?" Sam asked as Dean placed the car seat on the table. He stared at the little girl sleeping and he smiled. "She's beautiful."

"Isn't she? She's perfect."

"Can I hold her?"

"I haven't held her yet," he said; gently picking her up and holding her close to his chest. "We need to get her things; clothes and formula and all that stuff baby's need."

"We will. Joanne and I will go now," he said standing up and grabbing his coat.

"I'm just going to stay here with her," Dean smiled again.

His relationship with Emma might have caused him more pain than enough but staring at his daughter he realised it was all worthwhile.