(1) When We Collide (T. Stark)

Spencer sits writing away at a desk in their hotel room, behind her Tony dresses, Trinity sits on her play mat sucking her toes. The warm of air of Madrid is a little too hot for them but they'll suffer it, Tony paid for it, they have it on their list, heat or not, they are doing this and they are seeing it through. Tony leans over her shoulder adjusting his tie.

"What are you writing?" he asks her, Spencer closes the journal and looks to him.

"Nothing for your eyes yet" she answers softly, he brushes a tear from her cheek and kisses her forehead.

"Is that my letter?" he asks her.

"No" she answers standing. "It's....one for Trinity" he touches the top of the journal, tempted to look, but he can hold off for Spencer, he pulls his hand back and turns to watch her finish getting dressed. "She's going to need her own instruction manual" Spencer teases a little. "You know, to explain the things her dad does" Tony snorts a little looking to his daughter who laughs a little on her matt, his look shifts to sad a moment as he thinks about doing it alone. Spencer touches his shoulder and he reaches up to take her hand. "Hey" she whispers a little, he looks to her. "You're a great dad" she assures him.

"Cause you've got my back" he counters pulling her closer.

"And I will continue to have your back" she argues. "I promise you I will have your back, Tony, just because I won't be here, doesn't mean I am not.." her voice wavers a little, Tony cups her cheek and kisses her softly pulling her closer to him.

"I love you" he whispers. "Always" he promises.

"No" she argues patting his chest. "You won't, one day you will meet someone else..." he presses his forehead to hers. "Many someone elses" she teases, he pokes her stomach and tries to smile, but this is hard on him too. She wraps her arm around his neck and scratches at his hair.

"Can we stay in?" he asks quietly. "You, me, the baby, we can eat paella on the veranda" she nods.

"Whatever you want" she whispers, he nods and then kisses her softly before pulling back to sit on the floor with his daughter, his fingers pulling open his tie from around his neck, Spencer watches them both a moment before rubbing her hand over her cheek.

.....................

Dean sits on the edge of his motel bed, his phone to his ear, Spencer on the other end, as he pulls on his boots.

"Madrid is fine" Spencer tells him. "Hot but fine"

"Everything doesn't sound fine" Dean comments sensing his sister's growing upset, it's just building as the year goes on, he tightens the laces on his boots.

"I was just writing some things up" Spencer assures him. "I'm fine, everything is fine...how are things your end?"

"Oh the usual" Dean teases standing. "How's mini-you?" he asks smirking.

..........

Back in Madrid, the afternoon sun in the sky. Spencer smiles down at 5 month old Trinity who plays with her rattle.

"She's perfect" Spencer answers Dean. "Playing with a rattle right now...whilst chewing on...what is that?" she asks pulling Tony's watch from her baby's fingers. "Tony!" she shouts a little, Tony pokes his head in from the balcony. "Your daughter stole your watch" she tells him, Tony smirks.

"Yeah, wonder where she got that trick from" he teases, Spencer throws his watch to him, Tony watches it chuckling. Spencer can hear Dean smirking down the phone.

"You bring her home to visit soon or I'm not gonna recognise her" Dean scolds slightly.

"I send photos" Spencer offers.

"I know you do" Dean agrees. "But she's my niece, and I would like to see her..." Spencer moves to the desk to look over their plans and then hums.

"We're not planned for the US till December" she tells him.

"Come on, Spence, we're not going to see you for another.....6 months?" Dean asks.

"Dean, don't, this is my last year, I get to do with it what I want, and I want to spend it with my husband and my daughter..." Dean sighs a little.

"Yeah, okay" he assures her. "December" he repeats. "Look forward to it" he then hangs up, Spencer rolls her eyes and throws the phone down onto the bed before picking up her daughter and holds her closer.

"He's grumpy, your Uncle Dean, but he means well" she assures her daughter. "And he'll always be there for you" Trinity watches her back. "Just like Uncle Sammy, and your daddy. Even if mommy goes away" she kisses Trinity's cheek and strokes her head a little. "I love you" she whispers sadly.

.............

Sam opens his mail and smiles pulling out the letter and photo from the envelope from Spencer. He opens the letter as he glances to the photo, he smiles, it's a stunning photo.

"Hey" Sam tells Dean, he smiles and turns the photo to Dean who takes it from him. It's of Trinity and Spencer, sat together on a picnic mat. Sam lifts Dean's arm to read from the back of the photo.

"Spencer and Trinity Stark, 2007, El Retiro Park, Madrid" he reads and smiles.

"She's gorgeous" Dean comments. "Definitely her mother's looks, man, if she gets Tony's brains she's gonna be totally unstoppable" Sam nods a little.

"Yeah, and Spence is gonna miss it"

"Dude, don't start" Dean warns. "You're pissed, I'm pissed, I get it, I do, but what more can we do? Bobby's looking, we're looking, if something changes, then....it changes" Sam takes the photo back and nods looking over the letter, Dean watches him before shaking his head.