Here's the introduction. Updates might come slow because this story's kinda making my head hurt. Plus I'm in the processes of writing my Ten Inch Hero story you guys should check out.
Dean woke to hazel eyes, puffy red hazel eyes who hadn't slept a wink at night for the last two days. Eyes that belonged to Emma Winchester.
Emma had gotten a mild cold, one they didn't want KJack to catch. So Emma as it seems, being the daddy's girl she turned into, slept with him in Cas's room, which he had finally moved into after three years, while Jack was with Danny in the room they shared. Since he was in Cas's room Cas was temporally sharing with Sam again, which every one in the house knew Sam was ecstatic over.
"Hey little girl," He greeted the baby. She reached out with a chubby fist, putting her hand over his eye. He grinned before raising up and stretching.
Emma kicked her legs up, waving her arms around talking babble. Dean wondered if she even understood what she said, or if that's why babies cried so much, because they were so frustrated.
He dressed her in purple, because that was Emma's assigned color, Jack's was green. They were always dressed in those so the rest of the family could tell them apart, except for Danny who always seemed to know who it was... they both looked exactly the same to him, he didn't know if that was bad or not. The only way besides colors to tell them apart was there pluming.
"Do you ever get tired of wearing almost the same thing everyday," He asked her. She stared up at him, blinking and smiling.
"We'll your not going to answer me, but at least your fever broke," He shrugged.
A knock on the door brought him away from her, he turned to see Sam standing in the door way still in his pajamas. "Can I come in," he asked.
Dean nodded, buttoning the jumper he'd put her in. Sam climbed up on the bed beside him, reaching out and letting her grab his finger.
"Is she feeling any better," He asked.
"Yeah," Dean said picking the baby up and holding her against his chest, "She should be completely better in a few days." One thing Dean had learned was raising his children and raising Sam were a lot different, he had been a baby himself when he started, and his mind couldn't quite grasp the fear of Sam being sick. When he was four in his mind he just figured Sam was going to be fine, but when his girl got sick he feared Ebola.
Sam, they had been through a lot together for the last thirteen years. Things had changed drastically since he carried him out the door many years ago.
His brother was growing everyday, physically and mentally. He had hit a growth spurt and was up to his shoulder now. A far cry from the skinny eleven year old John and Mary had saved. His long hair was still untamable, still hid his eyes, and the flannel shirts were growing ragged. But the way he spoke and acted was much different.
"Could you pick me up from school today.. please," He asked.
Dean frowned, the last few weeks had been difficult, with the twins. Him and Sam's pick up times had gotten rarer and rarer, he missed when he was a kid, and would wait outside Sam's class room.
"Sure bud, you OK," He asked carefully. He hadn't really been checking in on his little brother than he should, to many things weighing on his mind.
"Yeah I'm fine.. just.. I'm fine," He sighed, getting up from the bed and leaving the room. Dean watched him go and felt what he figured was guilt set in his chest, guilt he practically abandoned his first charge. He was going to change that.