Supernatural

Written by: Memphis_heat123

The newest Winchesters

SUMMARY: AU! Before Jessica died, she gave birth to twin boys. Sam is left to pick up the pieces and raise his sons, with the occasional help of Dean and Adam. Dean and Adam are hunters, but Sam gave that up. This is a glimpse through the first four years.

NOTE: When Dean went to Stanford to get Sam to help search for John, Sam's sons were a month old. Sam went with Dean and found the yellow-eyed demon, and killed him. They found out that their Dad was dead, killed by yellow eyes. Dean continued to hunt, Sam went back to Jess. But Jess was killed three months later in a car wreck.

A month after Jess's death, Dean and Sam found out about Adam. Adam knew about the supernatural world and wanted to become a hunter, so Dean started training him.

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SIX MONTHS OLD

Sam was woken from sleep by a piercing wail coming from his sons' nursery. With a tired sigh, he climbed out of bed and went to the nursery. Both of his sons were crying loudly.

"Come on guys." Sam said, not really caring that it came out as a whine. "There's two of you and only one of me."

The two six month old babies just continued to cry.

Sam walked over to Jonathan Dean's crib and gently lifted the crying baby into his arms. Then he walked over to Robert Samuel's crib and lifted him into his arms as well.

"It's okay." Sam cooed, as he carried them to changing table and laid them both down. "I know those teeth coming in are hurting. It's okay, Daddy will make it feel better."

Sam grabbed the tube of teething medicine and squeezed some out onto his finger, and then he gently rubbed the gel onto both babies' gums. The cries lessened, but did not stop. Sam gently picked his sons back up and walked over to a rocking chair and sat down. He cradled the boys in his arms and slowly started walking. Within a few minutes the cries had stopped, a few minutes after that, both babies were sound asleep.

Sam looked down at the boys and smiled proudly, he loved his sons more then he ever thought possible. It was extremely hard to balance being a single father, and going to school full time. But he somehow managed, even if at times it seemed as if he was losing his mind.

He was always tired, he hardly ever slept anymore. He never had anytime for himself, his time was consumed with being a student and being a Father. But the two bundles in his arms made everything worth it. They also gave him the strength to carry on. The strength to go on living after he lost his Dad and Jess.

Sam kissed the top of both boys' head and softly chuckled as he recalled the day his son's were born. John, Dean, and Bobby were there. Sam wasn't surprised when he saw Dean and Bobby, even though he hadn't seen them since he left to go to Stanford. He knew they would be there for the birth of his son's.

He was, however, surprised to see John there. He was also surprised when his Dad told him that he was proud of him and that he was honored when Sam and Jess told them the babies' names. He was even more surprised when John told him that he had set up a college fund for both boys, putting a hundred dollars into each account.

All of this surprised Sam. But his brother's reactions to the babies did not surprise him at all. It was a typical Dean thing to insist that both babies looked more like Jess's philosophy professor then they did Sam. It was also typical Dean to hit on all of the nurses and female doctors the entire time he was at the hospital. And Sam still thought it was funny when Dean slapped Bobby's arm and asked him if he noticed that the baby with the most hair was the one named after himself and the bald one was named after Bobby.

Sam carefully stood up and gently laid the boys back into their cribs. He covered them up, and then went back to bed. He was asleep for all of thirty minutes before he was once again wakened by his sons.

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The next morning, a sleepy Sam had just gotten both boys fed and changed. They were currently laying on a blanket in the floor, surrounded by soft toys. The small apartment was a mess, baby toys and clothes were scattered everywhere. There were dirty dishes in the sink, and he was behind on the laundry. But Sam was too tired to fix any of those things at the moment.

Sam heard a knock on the door, but by the time he had stood up, the door opened and Dean and Adam walked in.

"Hey guys." Sam smiled. It had been almost a two weeks since he had seen them.

"Wow." Dean said, looking at his younger brother. "You look like crap."

"Thanks." Sam replied.

"I never like to agree with Dean." Adam said. "But you do look like crap."

"My two little nephews keeping you awake?" Dean asked, as him and Adam walked over to the babies and each picked one up.

"They are definitely anti-sleep." Sam said. He walked over and plopped down on the couch. "They're teething."

"It's Saturday morning." Dean said, as he tickled Jonathon Dean's chin causing the baby to laugh. "Do you have any classes?"

"Not till Monday morning." Sam replied, with a wide yawn.

"Then why don't you go to a motel and get a couple days rest?" Dean said. "Adam and me can stay with the rug rats."

"Yeah." Adam smiled, as he jiggled the baby around in his arms. "We've got JD and Little Bobby."

"Go get a bag ready, and go." Dean ordered.

"Sounds wonderful, but no thanks." Sam replied, without moving.

"Why not?" Dean wanted to know.

"First off." Sam said. "I can't leave my babies when they are teething. Right now they are happy, but any minute they are going to explode. And trust me; you don't want to be alone with them when that happens. Secondly, I don't have enough money to blow on a motel room. Babies are expensive and I'm on a budget."

"I know how to handle teething babies." Dean said. "Remember, I helped raise you."

"You had Dad." Sam pointed out.

"And now I have Adam." Dean countered. "I'm sure the two of us can figure it out."

"Dean's right." Adam assured the older man. "Besides, there are two of us. That evens the odds out a bit."

"And you don't have to worry about the money." Dean said, as he shifted JD so he was sitting on Dean's hip. Dean pulled his wallet out and handed Sam a wad of money.

"I can't take that."

"Why not? We're brothers, brothers help each other out. Now go and do what I said. Remember, I am still the older brother."

Sam smiled and took the money. "Are you sure you two can handle this?"

"Of course we can." Dean assured him.

"I really do appreciate this." Sam said, gratefully.

"Just one question." Adam said. "Which end does the diaper go on?"

"Both." Dean replied. "Something comes from both ends, so it makes it easier to just diaper both ends."

Sam packed a small bag, and gave his brother's instructions on what to do. It took a good half an hour before Dean finally got tired and practically shoved him out the door.

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Sunday afternoon, Sam was felling better then he had in a long time. He was well rested and refreshed. He walked into his apartment and stared in surprise at what he saw. The place was spotless, it was cleaner then it had been since the boys were born.

"Hey Sammy." Dean smiled form the couch. "Feeling better?"

"Much better." Sam said, as he walked further into the room. Dean was sprawled out on the couch and Adam was sitting in a recliner. The twins were sitting in their bouncer seats, and were chewing on half frozen waffles.

"Why the hell are my sons eating waffles?" Sam asked, in confusion.

"The cold helps numbs their gums." Dean explained, as if it was obvious.

"And the waffles have their own drool pockets built right in." Adam added.

Sam looked at his sons, then at Adam and Dean, then back at his sons. He opened his mouth to tell his brothers that they were idiots, but then stopped as he watched his sons happily chewing away at the frozen pastry.

"You two are actually geniuses." Sam said.

"Been telling you that for years." Dean smirked. "Adam here seems to take his brains from me."

"Damn." Adam muttered. "I'm screwed."

"Keep it up kid." Dean growled. "And you will be riding in the trunk."

"With your driving, it might be safer." Adam said. "Or at least less terrifying."

Sam smiled at his brothers' bickering, as he picked his sons up to hug them. He had only been away for a short time, but he had missed the twins.

"Adam." Sam said. "Your drool pockets didn't catch all of the drool." Then he smiled at the babies in his arms. "Let's go get you two cleaned up."

He carried them into the nursery and laid them on the changing table, Dean and Adam followed him and picked out some dry clothes while Sam changed their diapers.

"The apartment looks great guys." Sam said. "Thank you."

"Not a problem." Dean said.

"I really do appreciate this weekend, I needed it. I love my boys very much, but they can be a little overwhelming."

"I know." Dean said. "But you are doing an amazing job. This weekend was rough, and there are two of us. I don't know how you manage."

"It's not easy at times." Sam admitted, as they dressed the boys.

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That night, after both babies were sound asleep in their nursery and Adam was asleep on a pallet in the living room floor, Dean and Sam were sitting in the kitchen.

"It's not that I'm not grateful." Sam said. "But you can't keep bailing me out."

"All I did was watch my nephews for one weekend." Dean said.

"I saw the diapers." Sam said. "When I left there was one pack of diapers, now there are three. I've also saw the new clothes and toys. Dean, they are my kids, I should be able to support them."

"Sam." Dean said, his voice kind but firm. "You are an amazing Father and JD and Little Bobby are lucky as hell to have you as a Dad. But you are a twenty-three-year-old single Father of twins who is going to college full time. Face it, you will need help from time to time. And you better not be too stubborn to accept it. That does not make you weak or make you less of a man. It makes you human."

"When did you get so smart?" Sam asked.

"I've always been smart." Dean smirked. Then his face grew serious. "You are not in this alone, Sammy. You have me and Adam, and Bobby. We are family."

"Thanks Dean." Sam smiled, feeling more at ease then he had since Jess died. Knowing he had his family by his side made the thought of raising the twins seem a lot more manageable. He knew there would still be hard times, but he also knew he had his family to help guide him through those times.

"Beside." Dean said. "I have to make sure you become a lawyer."

"And why is that?"

"Because, with my proficiency for pissing people off and the line of work I'm in, I may need an excellent lawyer in the near future."

"True." Sam agreed. "You should definitely keep me on retainer. And since you are such a wonderful big brother, I will only charge you double."

"Double?"

"Yep."

"Why double?"

"Because it will be very difficult to come up with a reason as to why you were caught driving around with a beheaded person in your trunk."

"Good point, better charge me triple the going rate."

"Sounds good."

THE END