First Supernatural fanfiction Please read and review. Let me know if you like it, don't like it, have suggestions, comments, ideas, etc. All rights go to the creators of Supernatural. This chapter is split in half with both Sam and Dean, although the two won't meet until a later chapter.

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Dean, 11

Mary woke up and rolled over to look at her sleeping husband. As she traced the contours of his face with her eyes, she remembered everything about him that made her fall in love the moment she saw him. The confidence in his step, even though his world was falling apart around him. The gleam in his eyes from unshed tears held at bay by the laughter she had caused. The way he was able to confide in her, even though she was just some waitress at a truck stop that he had met by chance. The way he continued coming back to the truck stop just to see her because, as he put it, she was the one happy thing in his life at the moment.

She thought back to the night Sammy was taken and how John had reacted. He had locked himself in their bathroom and sobbed while Mary stood downstairs with her parents who they had called to take care of Dean for a while. Once Dean had left with them, she slowly trekked up the stairs and into their bedroom. John had stepped out of the bathroom a few moments later, eyes glistening but tears unshed. He had pulled Mary against him and she had screamed into his chest. She had cried so hard she couldn't stand. She had cried herself to sleep every night for years after. But last night, she didn't cry. In fact, she slept better than she had since Sammy was taken. She propped herself up on her elbow and began tracing her fingers over the lines on John's face until he woke up, smiling softly up at her.

"Morning, Mare, how are you doing this morning?" John asked quietly, catching her hand and kissing each finger slowly.

"I'm doing pretty well, actually," Mary replied, leaning down to kiss John.

"Really?" John replied, doubt slightly present in his voice.

"Honestly, sweetheart, I'm feeling great. In fact, I have something to tell you."

"I'm glad to hear that, Mary," John said happily, pulling Mary down so her head rested on his chest.

"John, what you said about having another baby," Mary started, pausing to see his reaction before continuing quickly when she registered the hurt on his face, "I think it's a good idea."

"A-are you sure, Mary? You seemed pretty upset when I mentioned it the other day."

"I'm sure, John. It was just unexpected for me, I needed time to process and decide if I really was ready or not."

"What made you change your mind? You acted like you were strongly against it that last time it was brought up."

"I had a dream last night, a great dream. Dean had a younger sister, he absolutely adored her, John."

"So you want a little girl?"

"I want Dean to have a younger brother or sister to take care of. I love Sammy with all my heart, but it's been seven years. I don't think we're going to get him back, as much as I wish we would. I hate to think that Dean could have had someone to play with all this time and I was the one keeping him from that. I don't want him to resent the fact that he never had a younger sibling. I know I resented that fact growing up."

"Oh, Mary, I don't think Dean could ever resent you for anything. And I'm happy you want to have another baby, Mary, I really am. But I don't want to get into this, get excited and happy, only for you to change your mind."

"John, I've thought about this, very hard. I want to have another baby, I'm ready for this."

"Good then," John smiled down at his wife and kissed her forehead, "but I have something else I think we really need to do for Dean."

"What?" Mary looked nervously up at John, already anticipating what he was about to say.

"We need to tell him about Sam. It's only fair to him. Now, we can tell him now, or we can wait until he is older, but either way, I will tell him, because he needs to know. Mary, you know how I feel about this. It almost destroyed my having to find out about my older brother on my own, at my mother's funeral of all places. Mary, I resented my father not telling me about him."

"I…I don't want to tell him right now, please John. One big decision at a time, please," Mary said, panic leaking into her voice.

"Mary. I didn't say we had to tell him right now. He just needs to know at some point, preferably before he turns 16. Is that something we can negotiate?" He asked calmly, rubbing her back soothingly.

"If we have to tell him, I want to wait at least a few years John, please.

"How about we tell him when he turns fourteen? Is that a deal?"

"I guess so, if he absolutely has to know. That gives me a few years to mentally prepare," Mary chuckled nervously before gasping softly as tears started running down her face.

"Mary, darling, I know it's hard, but he'll know about Sam, and he's going to get the chance to be a proper big brother. It's a good thing," John whispered, as he tilted Mary's head towards his and kissed away her tears.

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Sam, 7

Andrew had just piled the last stack of boxes in the moving truck and was about to pull the door shut when Seth came running out with a small shoe box that he had proudly taped up and scribbled the words "home" and "dirt."

"Daddy! Daddy! We have to take this with us! We gotta 'member this place. My first home," Seth smiled proudly as he handed to box to Andrew, who sighed softly and placed it in the back of the truck.

"All right, Seth, we got it, ready to go? Where is your Mom at?"

"Mommy is turning everything off inside. And she said she would bring our bags, Daddy, can we go now? I wanna see my new room!"

Relax, kiddo, we're leaving right now," Andrew chuckled softly, scooping the small child up and carrying him inside while holding him upside down. Melissa met them at the front door, hiding a smile behind her hand at the sight of Seth's red face and their laughter. She picked the three bags up off the floor and carried them outside, locking the door behind her after the rest of her family stepped over the threshold for the last time.

After hooking the family car to the moving truck, they piled into the vehicle and started driving to their new home. Several hours and a hotel stay later, the family pulled up in front of their new house in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. They spent the next two days unpacking and resting from their long trip. The two days, however, was made more hectic by Seth running all over the house and through the yard outside.

On the third day, Melissa had drove down to the college to get classes set up and Andrew was watching Seth while trying to set up his son's new room. Halfway through the day, Andrew lied down to take a nap, and Seth took the opportunity to explore the yard. Unfortunately, their "yard" was a ton of open space until their closest neighbor. During Andrew's hour long nap, Seth had made it far out of eyesight, into their neighbors front yard, and then into his house.

Melissa returned home soon after Andrew had fallen asleep and was frantic when she couldn't find her son. After looking all over the house, she collapsed in the living room sobbing. Her tears woke Andrew up, and he fell down beside her, pulling her against him.

"Mel, sweetie, what's wrong? Did something happen at the college?"

"Andrew, its Seth! I can't find him anywhere!"

"What do you mean? Melissa, he was taking a nap with me, he can't have gone far."

"Andy, he isn't in this house! Or the yard!"

"Melissa, the yard has no fence, if he got out of the house, there is no telling where he could be."

"Maybe we could go visit our neighbor's? See if they had by chance seen him?"

"Come on then, let me grab my coat."

The two ran outside and climbed into their car, driving down the road to their first and only stop. They pulled up in front of Singer Salvage and got out of the car, Andrew not even noticing that he was at his place of employment. Melissa knocked on the door, worry causing her eyes to water slightly. A gruff looking man opened to the door to the surprised couple. When Melissa saw Seth standing behind him, she started sobbing and reached behind the confused owner of the house.

"I'm so sorry, sir, this is our son, Seth."

"Well, it's no problem, I was about to take him on a drive to see if he could remember where he lives. You two might want to get a gate put up on your yard, so little Seth can go play outside without getting lost."

"Trust me, it's our first priority as of now," Andrew replied.

"Well, uh, isn't this a great way to meet our new neighbor," Melissa stated, blushing.

"At least the boy was safe. My name is Bobby. Bobby Singer."

"Oh, man," Andrew said nervously rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm, uh, I'm Andrew and this is my wife Melissa."

"You're the one I hired to help me fix cars."

"Uh, yes I am."

"Good, you start Monday."

"Oh, uh, good, thanks."

"No need to stutter, boy."

"Yeah, sorry," Andrew said quietly, mentally kicking himself. He was always so smooth.

"Where y'all from again?"

"Lawrence, Kansas, sir," Melissa said quietly.

"What a coincidence, one of my good friends and his wife live there with their son. You all may even get to meet them at some point. They tend to come visit all the time.

"Well, that's interesting. We would love to stay and chat, but we still have a lot of work to get done before Monday. Thank you for helping Seth," Melissa said, kindly but efficiently ending the conversation.