Kids
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"Dean, you ever thought about kids?"
Sam's question reverberated in the comfortable silence that reigned between the brothers.
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"Kids! As in smaller versions of us," Dean asked leaning back on the windscreen of the Impala, the warm evening air caressing his face and the cool beer in his hand, making him feel that he was in his own little heaven.
"Yeah, as in sons and daughters."
"Can't say I have Sammy," he answered wondering where on earth Sam was going with this but playing along. "I mean the year I had with Ben, It was good, you know. He was a fine kid but look how that ended."
"It could have gone differently if you hadn't had their minds wiped," Sam pointed out.
"What did I tell you about bringing that up ever again!" Dean growled.
"That you'd punch me in the face. Well it wouldn't be the first time," Sam huffed.
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"Then there was Emma," Dean continued bitterly after a few seconds of silence. "That was a real fiasco!"
Sam's voice was soft as he spoke.
"I'm sorry I had to kill her Dean but she was going to knife you and I couldn't let that happen."
"I know, Sammy, " Dean replied just as softly.
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"What brought all this on, may I ask?" Dean bitched, changing the tone of his voice from soft to grouchy. "You have totally ruined the moment, man! Balmy night, starlit sky, cool beer and you want to trash it all by talking about kids. Now it's your turn, Sam. Do you want children or is there something you aren't telling me?"
Sam shrugged." Nah. I'm not father material. I was just curious."
"Not true, Sammy. You'd make a great dad," Dean answered unexpectedly. "I can totally see you with a pink-flowery SUV dropping your floppy-haired kids off at school, organising their homework, soccer practice and all that shit!"
Sam huffed in disagreement.
"Yeah, and I'd be terrified every second that some son of a bitch would come along and tear them apart. No, there are no kids on my agenda, Dean!"
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Dean pulled himself up to face his brother. "Then why are we even talking about freaking' kids, if neither of us wants any!" he grumbled.
"It's just, you know, all the destiny crap," Sam mused.
"Cupid told us that Mom and Dad didn't even like each other yet they were forced together because we had to be born to fit in with the Apocalypse. What if Cupids have a warrant out on us too? Maybe it's written that the Winchester blood-line has to continue."
"I wouldn't worry, Sam. I know that 'if', and that a monstrously enormous 'if', I went for the apple-pie, suburban, wife and two kids life, it wouldn't be because some butt-naked cupid fires an arrow into my ass. It's not gonna happen Sammy. I wouldn't wish our lives on some poor unsuspecting kid!"
"I'm with you there, man. I would hate for anyone to go through what we have," Sam agreed wholeheartedly.
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Dean nodded and stretched down on the windscreen, his little brother relaxing back beside him, their eyes on the star-filled vault of the night sky.
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Watching from the shadows, the little group of Cupids that had been appointed to the Winchesters listened in and scratched their heads.
This was going to be their most difficult assignment yet but nothing was impossible and although it might take an entire quiver of arrows fired point-blank at the brothers and their appointed mates, eventually Fate would take its course and the Winchester blood-line would continue.
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