you can have it all but life keeps moving
So... this idea hit during the last episode when Sam admitted that he'd like to have kids one day, and... well. How could I resist? xP So, it's an AR (alternate reality) where they've somehow gotten out of the hunting life. Could be set anytime, I don't have a fixed idea in mind.
(Hey Dodo... uhm, about those productivity pills... *shifty eyes* xD)
~I've been waiting to smile, 'ay
Been holding it in for a while, 'ay
Take you with me if I can
Been dreaming of this since a child
I'm on top of the world~
It was a pretty nice house, all bright and new with evenly matched flowerbeds around the front porch and a slightly winding path leading up to the door, surrounded by small animal-shaped hedges. Dean never saw the point of taking the time to trim shrubs into shapes but then Sam was all "Well, would you rather we had actual pets?" and he had to concede that it was alright.
He grinned as he got close enough to the front door to hear the yells from inside. As lovely as the place looked from outside, it was all just a facade for the chaos going on behind those white walls. He braced himself and opened the door, taking a step in only to be launched at by two cannonballs in the forms of flailing little boys.
"UNCLE DEAAN!"
Dean laughed and ruffled their hair, one brunet and the other dark blond. The twins beamed up at him cutely and latched on to a leg each. "Hey kiddos, you givin' Sammy hell today?"
"Nuh-uh!" The blond shook his head in denial, hazel eyes wide with innocence as he peered up at his uncle, but his brother frowned over at him.
"Johnny! Tha's lying!" he persisted.
Johnny seemed to deflate as he pouted. "Okay... yes, but only a bit of hell!" he added to Dean earnestly.
"I think 'a bit of hell's more than enough," a tired, yet amused, voice put in helpfully from across the corridor. They all looked up to see Sam leaning against the doorway to the living room, arms crossed and a grin on his face.
Dean chuckled. "I'll bet." He tapped both boys on the head. "Alright, lemme go, you little monsters. I need a shower."
They obliged and Johnny sniffed at him, only to wrinkle his nose. "You stink like old smelly cars!" he complained.
"Hey!" his brother said indignantly. "Old cars ain't smelly! Uncle Dean's car is old and 's so not smelly."
Dean frowned. "Watch it, buddy, that's my baby you're callin' old," he mock-scolded, reaching out to grab him only for the five-year-old to giggle and dash away.
Sam laughed and grabbed him as he ran past, hauling his squealing kid up into the air and throwing him over his shoulder with a "Say sorry to your uncle!"
Johnny piped up cheekily, "Yeah, Bobby, 'pologize to Uncle Dean for in- insu- insulating his old car!"
"It's insulting," Dean told him, "And, kid, you did not just go there."
"I did!" he grinned, only to burst into helpless laughter as his uncle attacked him with tickling and he squirmed to get away. "S-stop it-" he giggled, "Da-daddy make him stop!"
Dean paused. "Are you gonna apologize?"
Johnny nodded, breathless from the tickle-attack.
Dean waited.
"I'm sorry for calling your baby old and smelly!"
"Good," he nodded, patting the kid's head as he got to his feet.
"And, Uncle?"
"Yeah, kid."
Johnny wrinkled his nose at him. "You really need a shower."
"...I'm on it."
XX
Once Dean had showered and gotten rid of the old-stinky-car smell from his work at the garage, they were all seated around the table for dinner. Looking around at the quaint homely place, he had to admit that even after all these years, sometimes it was still surreal to realise that this was their life now. That they'd somehow gotten out of the dead-end hunting life; that Dean had a proper full-time job and that Sam had a wife and two kids.
Speaking of which...
"Uncle Dean! Guess what?" his brunet nephew, Bobby, piped up excitedly as soon as Dean joined them at the table.
He raised an eyebrow questioningly, refraining from asking "what?" around a mouthful of steak (add proper homemade meals three times a day to the list...) only after a warning look from Sam.
"Daddy said we can go to the hospital tonight!"
"To see Mommy and the baby!" Johnny added, his own mouth full of mashed potato.
Sam frowned at him reprovingly from across the table. "Johnny, don't talk with your mouth full."
"Yeah, it's rude or something," Dean nodded. Regardless of the fact that he'd yet to swallow.
Sam huffed a defeated laugh, pinching the bridge of his nose as his older brother just grinned at him. "You're a horrible influence, have I mentioned that?"
"Only everyday for the past five years."
Johnny frowned in thought. "But Uncle Dean, you always say you're a, an awesome role model and we should be just like you."
Dean widened his eyes at him with an exaggerated whisper of, "Shh, your dad's not supposed to know about that!"
"So 's like a secret!" said Bobby happily.
"Exactly like a secret."
"Oh." Johnny nodded solemnly, narrowing his eyes and shooting his dad furtive looks. "Okay. He knows nothing."
Dean grinned widely and pointed an approving finger at him. "You got it."
Sam shook his head. "You've corrupted my children," he accused.
"Naw, dude, it's all in the genes," Dean smirked at him. "It was bound to happen sooner or later." He considered his brother's flat look. "I don't know what happened, Sammy, maybe your awesome Winchester genes got suppressed somehow."
"...You are so not allowed near my baby girl."
"Aw, don't be like that, little brother." Dean slung an arm around his shoulders with a crooked grin. "Look at them, they're not... so bad..." The words died down as they both looked across the table to find each boy painting war stripes on their cheeks using mashed potato and wearing identical smirks.
"Dean."
"Yeah, Sammy?"
"You're taking the blame for this."
Dean blinked at him. "What- hey, they're your kids!"
"Daddy, look!"
They turned back to the now grinning twins. Sam had to smile, despite the mess. "Yeah?"
Johnny shot him a shit-eating grin that was scarily familiar and nodded at his brother. "We're bad-"
"Don't-" Dean started.
"-ass undercover spies!" he finished proudly.
"Dean!"
A/N: ...I believe I'm on a roll. xD
I HAD TO write this! Idea's been bugging me ever since that scene and like seriously how adorable would that be *squeals and flails and melts and dies all at once*
I dunno if this is complete, I mean, it is for now, but I guess if I get any more ideas (heh, with the amount of kids I've got in my life I doubt inspiration would be a problem) I'll add to this. :P
(Uncle Dean! Corrupting Sammy's kids. :3 *snicker* *cuddles them all*)
Kids are adorable. :D
Lemme know what you thought? xP
~iz.
(Aaand the amazing song is On Top of the World by Imagine Dragons. :D Epic.)
