Trina Singer sighed as she walked down stairs to talk to her father Bobby. She got to the kitchen when she heard his voice. The voice she hadn't heard in over four years.

"Didn't even think we should come. I mean the last time we saw you, you threatened to shoot the man. Had the shot gun cocked and everything." he said. Trina chuckled slightly remembering that day. So did Bobby.

"Yeah well John has that effect on people." he said. Trina decided that he was gonna have to see her sooner or later so she walked into the living room. His back was to her but, she smiled at his brother - Sam- and her father. Sam just stared at the little four year old in Trina's arm.

"Hey Sammy!" she said smiling.

"Hey Trina! Long time no see." Sam said smiling back. Dean had stiffened when she had spoken. He turned to look at her and his mouth dropped.

"Is that yours?" he asked.

"No it's just some random kid I picked up on the side of the street." Trina said sarcastically. "Yes it's mine."

Sam walked over to Trina and the little girl in her arms.

"Hi sweetie, what's your name?" he asked. She smiled shyly at him.

"Mary." she said in her sweet little voice.

"Mary that's a pretty name. That was my mom's name. So Mary, how old are you?" Sammy asked.

"I am four years old." she said proudly. "What's it to ya?" Sam chuckled. She was just like her mother. Trina noticed that Dean was across the room thinking very intently. Then Mary decided to question Sam.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Sam." he answered smiling.

"Okay Sam how old are you and what are you doing at my house?" Mary asked seriously. Trina, Sam and Bobby all chuckled and Dean cracked a smile.

"I am twenty-two and my brother Dean and I need your grandpa's, and maybe even your mom's help." Sam answered.

"Oh okay. Hey Sammy do you wanna play a game?" Mary asked.

"Uhh sure. What game?" Sam asked.

"Hunter. Mommy can I have my gun back now? I promise I won't shoot anyone in the eye or shoot grandpa while he's working." Mary said. Sam chuckled.

"I don't care go ask grandpa where it's at. He took it this time." Trina said smiling.

"C'mon pumpkin I'll go and get it for ya." Bobby said walking out of the room with Mary now in tow.

"Does she have a gun that could seriously injure me?" Sam asked. Trina started laughing.

"No. It's just one of those toy ones that shoot fake bullets, but watch out she's got a mean right hook. Oh and I suggest going to hide before she gets back." Trina answered. Sam nodded and went to go hide. Now it was just Trina and Dean in the room.

"Hey Trina can I talk to you outside?" Dean finally spoke. Trina nodded. Then followed him out. They walked a little ways into the junkyard. Then Dean turned around.

"Is Mary my kid?" he asked. Trina sighed, she knew something like this was going to happen.

"If she is that's just another thing for you to worry about and just up and leave. If she isn't then you will always wonder who I cheated on you with. So why don't you just not ask and I just wont tell you any thing and you can just leave when you're no longer in need of my dad's services." the female hunter said. Then she turned to walk back inside. She got a little ways away when Dean grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him. He held her there by her arms. She tried to get out of his grip but she couldn't.

"Trina, I want you to tell me if she is my kid or not." Dean said.

"I don't have to tell you anything you were the one that walked away." Trina said.

"God damn it Trina! Is she or is she not my child?" Dean yelled.

"Hey let go of my mommy you ass hat!" Mary yelled running up and shooting Dean in the head with her nerf gun and then punching his leg.

"Mary baby stop. You know your not supposed to talk like that. Dean if you really must know, then yes she is your child. Her full name is Mary Annabel Winchester. Mary this is your daddy Dean." Trina finally said.