`searching for the truth {LINDS}

[Dean Winchester]

It was around midnight and Dean had been looking around for Lindsay all day. He hadn't really thought of her too much past their night together. Of course now that she was here in Los Angeles, he was forced to. It had been a huge surprise to know that the slayer he'd had a one night stand with almost nine months ago was now staying here. Not only that, but she was rumored to be carrying his baby. Dean a father? Well the idea seemed rather stupid. Dean was not fit to father a child. He knew this and he suspected Lindsay knew this. So why was he here?

Honestly, he knew that he wouldn't be able to get it out of his mind if he didn't seek the truth now. For the rest of his life he would wonder if some where out there there was a father-less child who resembled him. If a child grew up wondering who his father was, never having met him. He didn't know what he would do if this child was his. Should he stay and help her, or pretend she didn't exist? All these thoughts flooded his mind ever so quickly as he walked into the kitchen. Opening the fridge he took out a bottle of water and shut it again. Next he leaned back against the counter as he sipped from the bottle.

Bottle? God. Thats just what he wanted to be thinking about. And diapers? Jesus. He was going to give himself a stroke before the end of the night. Dean had grown up basically without a father, what with his dad always being gone, and he didn't want to do that to another child. However he also didn't want to be a father. He was confused, and he truly had no idea what he should do. Just then someone else walked into the room. He saw her belly first, expanded and clearly pregnant. Looking up he saw it was Lindsay. Damn, she looked like she was about to burst. His eyes wide with shock he stood there frozen; waiting for something to happen.

[Lindsay Hart]

A rumbling in her stomach had caused Lindsay to push herself out of bed and make her way to the kitchen. Eating for two could be a job in its own, and it didn't help that she was already as big as a house. At eight and a half months pregnant, the slayer felt like she was looking for something to snack on all of the time. She was always getting looks, which bugged her more than anything. She was pregnant. What did these people think happened?

Stiffling a yawn, Lindsay quietly pushed open the swinging double doors leading to the kitchen. She began for the fridge when she stopped dead in her tracks. Eyes wide and mouth dropping open, the slayer was taking over with shock. She put her hands to her stomach, luckily not giving birth right than and there as she stare at the last person she had ever expected to see again. The person that had put her in her current position.

"Oh my god. Dean," she breathed. "How did you...weren't you..."

She stopped, realizing she couldn't complete enough of thought to form a sentence. Seeing Dean, here, in the Hyperion kitchen had completely floored her. The slayer looked down at her bulging stomach, her face growing a bright red as she chewed her lower lip. She had never contacted him about the pregnancy. Not that she had much of a choice since he had left before she woke up after their night together without leaving a number. Even if she had had a way to contact him she didn't know if she would have. She had only known Dean for about a week, and he didn't seem like the fathering type. That and he had less than a year to live due to a contract with a demon to bring his brother, Sam, back from the dead. It just didn't seem like he needed the extra burden. It had been her decision to keep the baby, and she had intended on raising him or her on her own.

"Wow. This is just...wow.," she spoke, still taken back by his presence. "Sorry, I just really....really wasn't expecting on seeing you here."

Taking a deep breathe, and plastering on the trademark smile that she was known for, Lindsay reached in for a very awkward hug.

"It's good to see you," Lindsay said and even meant, as she withdrew from the embrace. "What are you doing here?

[Dean Winchester]

As he looked at her he noticed that she seemed as shocked as he looked as well. They had both thought that they'd never see each other again. In fact Dean hadn't even really thought about her but a few times after their time together. The only reason he'd thought of her after their time anyways was because of how strong their connection had been. Not only physically but mentally and emotionally as well. Dean had told her about not only his job, but his past as well and his family. This was something he never opened up about. But for some reason, felt he could share with her.

Now that she was here in the flesh and he could see the product of their week together, he was ashamed that he'd left how he did. He had left no way for her to contact him. Thats what he always did with one night stands. There was no way to know she was going to end up pregnant or he might have done things differently.

Another reason why she must be shocked is she knew how his contract was almost up, that he was to die in a small amount of time. Little did she know that he indeed did die..and then mysteriously came back four months later. He didn't know how it happened either, so it wasn't as if he could explain.

"Wasn't i..supposed to be dead? Yeah. Been to hell and back..literally." He said with a small chuckle as he finished her sentence.

As she approached him with her arms extended he couldn't help but feel a little weird. She knew that Dean wasn't exactly the hugging type. Besides, how did she expect him to hug her with her stomach in the way like that? Or..his child in the way. His child? This was all becoming too real too fast..

Surprisingly he found it easy to hug her. He was able to position himself against..the baby without hurting..it, or her and still be able to fully hug her.

"I honestly don't know..I'm just trying to find Sam." He said truthfully, as his eyes drifted back down to her midsection.

"Linds..I'm so sorry..." He said, his voice honest as he looked at her. He had never been so serious in his life and he found it pretty hard to keep it up. But he knew right now was not the time for jokes and crude humor.

[Lindsay Hart]

The corner of Lindsay's lips turned down in a frown while she listened to Dean. She had already managed to do the mental math in her head, calculating from the time she had met Dean till now. She knew exactly where he should have been. In hell. Suffering eternally. The thought pained her heart to think about. It was something Lindsay had constantly been trying to keep far from her mind since she discovered she was pregnant. Now, Dean's words confirmed it.

"Oh, Dean," the slayer said barely above a whisper, as she tilted her head. "So it happened? You really went to hell."

Lindsay reach forward intending to stroke his cheek sympathetically, but retracted it before making contact resisting the habit. Instead, she took a step back. Things were tense enough in the room, and she didn't want to make things even more uncomfortable with further contact. They weren't together. Never really were except for that one night. She looked away, her emotional hormones starting to kick in with everything that was going on.

"But your back now. I don't understand. How did you get out," she asked, looking back to him. "Oh god, and Sam? You mean you haven't seen him since..."

Noticing Dean's eyes moving back to her stomach Lindsay trailed off. She looked down as well, her hands moving across the bulge. Again her face flushed, and she searched his eyes trying to read him. She honestly never thought she would be seeing him again, and had been fully prepared to raise this child on her own. Now, would things be different? Would he want to be apart of the baby's life? Would he want to be apart of hers? She certainly didn't want him to have to feel obligated. Lindsay was fully capable of taking care of her own.

"Yea...this...," Lindsay responded, sliding her hands down to smooth her shirt against her pregnant belly.

"You know what, don't be. These things happen...I guess," she said giving him a smile as she tucked her curly brown hair behind her ear. "Look. I made the decision to keep this baby. I knew you weren't gonna be apart of it's life. Or at least I did before..."

Lindsay held up her hands, not wanting Dean to get the idea that she was assuming her would play the father role now that he was back.

"I mean..., I'm not expecting anything or anything," the slayer finished, and bite her lower lip feeling completely vulnerable.

"Wow...ok...this is awkward," she said looking away and biting her lower lip.

The slayer looked over at Dean, waiting desperately for his next words.

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[Dean Winchester]

How did he get out? He had been wondering the same thing since he'd woken up in the spot where he'd died. It was like awaking from one of those dreams that you know you had, yet you couldn't remember what happened within it. The same thing applied here; he knew he'd went to hell, though he couldn't remember what it was like. Another thing he also couldn't seem to remember was how he'd escaped. His time there was supposed to have been an eternity. In reality, it had been four months. Now he'd been back in the world for about a week.

His main goal was to find Sam so that they could figure this out together. However now he had seemed to run into a few walls. Lindsay was the biggest one so far. That, and the fact that he hadn't yet been able to sleep. Tonight he would try his best to get a few hours. It seemed unnatural that a human could go around five days without sleeping. Although, he was afraid of what his dreams would be like after his death. Another thing he feared was that, well, he might not be all human since his return.

"I wish I knew. I kind of just woke up four months later like what the fuck happened." He said, trying to explain his confusion and yet answer her at the same time. He was extremely frustrated that he didn't know what had happened to him, but there was nothing he could do about it. Well until he finds Sam that is. Then, they will work together to solve this baffling mystery.

"Lindsay. What do you want me to do?" He asked her. Being a father wasn't in his plans for at least ten more years. But hell, he didn't exactly plan this either. He wasn't sure what he would do about her or the baby. But he did know was that he would be a lot more apt to do what she wanted. No matter what it was, he was certain he could give it a shot.

Part of Dean was screaming for him to get out of here. Both of their emotions were running extremely high. Hers not only normal but hormonal from the pregnancy as well. So what to do? Well he assumed that they'd figure that out together. Honestly he was so overwhelmed by everything he didn't know what to do about anything. Part of him wanted to give up and leave. But he couldn't do that, not after what he'd already put her through.

"Please be honest.." He said to her, stepping closer to her. She had stepped away only but a few minutes ago. Despite this, he couldn't help but go next to her again. They were closer now then since she'd arrived, their faces only inches apart. His heart beat was slow and calm, though his mind was running crazily with emotion. He hoped she would speak soon and speak truthfully. If not...well, if not he really didn't know what to do next. His big brown eyes pleaded for her to speak as he looked at her lips and then back up to her own eyes. Slowing his breathing, he tried his best to relax.