Tiffany was sitting on the porch swing outside of Bobby's. Her and Dean haven't said a word to each other since their argument the night before. It was breaking her heart having to give up her baby, she didn't want to but she knew it was for his safety. Dean didn't understand.
"Am I interrupting?" asked Castiel appearing next to Tiffany. She looked up at him and shook her head. She gestured to the seat next to her but he denied her request. "I just came to talk to you."
"Why me? I mean, isn't Dean your chosen one?" She looked out the corner of her eye seeing him working on the Impala. She frowned and looked back at Castiel.
"That's why I am here. Tiffany when you and Dean were together before Hell you were both strong and you gave him hope. Hope in order to survive and get on with the next day. Now it seems he has nothing." Tiffany looked away from him.
"I know what you are going to say Castiel. To not give up on the baby. The baby will bring us closer and help Dean fight this war. Is that what you were going to say?"
"Along those lines." He cleared his throat. "Also, your baby is special and if he falls into the wrong hands…"
"What do you mean special?" She looked Castiel in the eyes and she could tell he wasn't telling her something. "Castiel?"
"I'm not at liberty to say why just to let you know that he is and you and only you must raise this child. If you don't then…darkness will follow this child."
She gave him a strange look. She closed her eyes about to say something when he disappeared. She bit her bottom lip shaking her head as tears filled her eyes. She got up from the swing and heard the hood of the Impala close. She looked over and saw Dean rubbing his hands on his jeans as he looked up at her. They stood there for a split second looking at each other before Tiffany walked into the house.
Dean sighed and walked back into the garage. He knew he had to find a way to get Tiffany to keep their baby. He didn't want some stranger taking care of his son. That was his son, his child, his flesh and blood and he wasn't going to give him to some stranger.
Dean walked into the house and heard commotion going on in the kitchen.
"What do you think he meant by special?" asked Sam.
"I don't know," said Tiffany holding her arms.
"What's going on?"
Sam and Tiffany looked at Dean and she looked away from him.
"Uh," said Sam looking at Tiffany then at Dean. He had the right to know the baby was his son too. "Castiel paid Tiffany a visit."
Dean turned to look at Tiffany. She took a deep breath and looked at him. Dean raised an eyebrow. "Mind explaining it to me. I mean I know we're not on talking terms but I would like to know when an angel or something non-human is around my child."
"Oh please Dean," said Tiffany rolling her eyes and scoffing, "he's not even out of the womb."
"Well let's be thankful about that because if he was you would have taken him to the orphanage already."
"I'm not going to drop him off at some random orphanage Dean!"
"What exactly are you going to do then? Scope some family out for a week and drop him at their doorstep then?"
"No! I'm going to do interviews!"
"Interviews? You're not selling a car Tiffany! It's a child! My child!"
"Well, if you were here maybe things would be different! Maybe we would be keeping him!"
"So that's what this is about? Me going to Hell for Sam! I knew you were a jealous bitch but I never thought you'd be jealous over my own brother!"
"Why you son of a bitch!"
"Guys! Stop!" yelled Sam.
Tiffany was shaking with anger and Dean was breathing heavily. Their eyes never leaving each other. Everything that they've wanted to say came out. The truth, their anger towards one another it was out and in the open.
"This isn't healthy for Tiffany or the baby," said Sam looking at Tiffany seeing that she was still shaking. He put his hand on her shoulder. "You need to breath. You need to calm down think of the baby."
She took her eyes off of Dean and looked at Sam. Dean watched as Sam took care of Tiffany and felt jealousy hit him. He looked away and heard a chair move across the floor.
Tiffany sat down and put her head in her hands.
Sam turned to look at Dean and said, "We need to talk."
Dean licked his lips and waited. "Go on."
"Castiel didn't just visit for a little chit chat. He told Tiffany that your son is special."
"Special? What did he mean by that?"
Tiffany laughed and looked at Dean. "You know exactly what that means Dean. Hunters like you Dean are going to hate him and try to kill him. I've been saying it all along."
"What do you mean like me?"
She stood up from the chair and she didn't want to fight anymore. She sighed tears filling her eyes and Dean's heart sunk. "Dean you only see in black and white. Whatever supernatural thing that is out there, anything that isn't human, anything that isn't what you think is normal you dislike, you hate, you label freak, you kill. That's how hunters will look at our child when he is born and want to kill him because he is not human. He's gonna be like me and Sam." She wiped the tears from her eyes. "This is why we need to protect him, Dean. This is why he needs to be safe."
"But Castiel also told you if you give him up," said Sam, "if you don't raise him darkness will follow him. You need to raise the child; you need to raise you and Dean's son."
She sniffed and looked away from Sam and Dean. "I can't do this right now." She walked out of the kitchen and Dean went to go after her but Sam stopped her.
"No she needs some time alone."
Tiffany was back on the swing watching the sun fall behind the garage. She didn't know what to do. She had the biggest decision in her life to make, to keep him or give him to another family.
If she gives him away Castiel said darkness will follow him. If she keeps him hunters and demons will be after him. How can she protect him? There's no way for him to be safe.
She heard the outside door open and close she didn't bother looking up she knew who it was. He gave her a presence that no other man could give off to her but things were different now, she knew that. They probably will never be the same again.
Dean sat down next to her and began to swing lightly.
To someone passing by they would look like a normal couple, a picture perfect couple with a baby on the way but on the inside of that picture they knew different. They weren't perfect, they weren't even a couple and they were scared that their son may not even be able to breathe one breath of fresh air from this world because of the evil and good wanting to hunt him.
"We need to talk," he said clearing the air.
She nodded. "I know."
Since their yelling at each other in the kitchen they knew there wouldn't be too much of it now. Just a little argument that needed to be settled and Dean was gonna fight with her on this and he didn't care how long it took. He didn't want his son being taken away from him.
"I am angry that you and Sam kept that secret from me about the demon blood. How could you two keep something like that from me?" She didn't look up. She didn't want to see the hurt and anger in his eyes. "You said you don't have your powers anymore that you can't feel anyone anymore or see the future that's fine but do you think it's because you passed it down to our son?"
She turned her head not wanting to look at him. Tears fell out of her eyes as she wiped them away. "Yeah and I think that's why Castiel said that he was special."
Dean sighed heavily and wiped his hand down his face. "You were right in there. I do see black and white but this is my son we're talking about and I will love him no matter what he is."
Tiffany finally looked at him seeing him looking out passed the front yard. He turned his head looking at her and put his hand on hers. "We can protect him Tiffany. You were alone before, you had no one but now you have me, Sam and Bobby. The four of us can protect him. No harm will come to him. You have to trust me Tiffany."
She looked away from him thinking of what he said. He smiled a little sort of turning into a smirk. "Remember when we first met?"
She let out a small chuckle. "How could I forget? I basically jumped you from being hit by that car."
"At first I didn't trust you. Thought you were some skanky little witch and told dad that we needed to hunt you down and kill you."
"Glad to know I made an impression." She looked back at him with a small smile playing on her lips. He squeezed her hand with a smirk playing on his.
"After you saved me I began to trust you. It took time but you were there the whole time. You saved me and I believe that's the day I fell in love with you."
She swallowed hard a small frown taking over the smile as she looked down. "Dean…"
"I know things are different now. I know we have a lot of issues to work out but Tiffany I have always loved you. You're strong, independent, sexy," she laughed shaking her head.
"Before I was a blob."
"Before you were the blob yes you were sexy as anything but now you are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on." She looked up at him as he leaned closer and pushed her hair out of her face. "You grew up into a beautiful woman," his lips were inches from hers, "but you are still the same sexy vixen I fell in love with a few years ago." His lips touched hers gently before pulling away.
Before Tiffany could say anything an alarm started to go off. The two put their hands on their ears and Dean screamed, "What the hell is that?"
"Bobby's demon alarm!"
Dean grabbed Tiffany's hand and took her into the house. Bobby and Sam met them in the foyer.
"What's going on?" asked Tiffany protectively putting a hand over her stomach.
"Demons," said Bobby.
"How many?" asked Dean as Bobby handed him a gun.
"At least three."
"At least?" asked Tiffany feeling a little bit of anxiety taken over her.
Dean looked at her and took her into the living room. "It'll be ok. Remember you're strong. You can do this. Don't let them think they have the power. Try to bring back that strong ass babe I feel in love with."
She looked up at him as he handed her a gun. She nodded. "Ok…ok." All she needed all along was Dean to tell her that she was strong enough to face them, the demons.
He kissed her lightly. "Stay in the house." She nodded and watched the three hunters walk out. The siren died down and it was quiet all around.
As Sam stabbed the last demon in the back he looked up seeing Dean and Bobby. "How many is that?"
"Two," said Dean.
"Where's the other one?"
"You sure there were three Bobby?"
Bobby nodded looking around the salvage yard. That's when they heard shots being fired from the house.
"Tiff," said Dean and the three of them ran towards the house.
When they got in they saw Tiffany on the floor trying her best to crawl away from the demon in front of her.
Dean watched as the demon went to cut her stomach and she kicked him causing the knife to slice up her leg. She got up and ran to Dean. He held her with one arm wrapped around her as his pointed his gun to the demon who was smirking. "There will be more."
"That's what they all say," said Tiffany.
Dean shot at the demon and he backed up a few feet laughing. Before they knew it he took a knife and threw it at Tiffany.
"No!" yelled Dean but was shocked as the knife was bounced back. A shield of some kind put itself around her belly.
"What the hell?" asked Sam. Tiffany looked from her stomach to Dean and then back down to her stomach.
They looked back at the demon who was just as shocked as them all. Sam grabbed his knife and threw it at the demon. Ruby's knife stuck into his chest and he screamed as he fell to the ground.
Dean dropped his gun to the floor and turned to Tiffany. He touched her stomach which didn't have the shield anymore and looked up at her.
"What was that?"
"That is what I call special," said Bobby.
Authors Note: I know it's been forever. I have this full time job now where I work nights at a motel (waiting to see Dean and Sam hahaha) and I'm slowly writing again. :)