Disclaimer: The characters of Supernatural do not belong to me. The original characters of Amy, Emily, and Alice (only briefly mentioned in chapter one but will be in the next chapter) do.

A/N: After a few suggestions/requests/one real life kick in the pants by a friend, here it is-the sequel to Be Careful What You Wish For, John Winchester. I am planning on this story being two parts, maybe three. Either way, enjoy!

3:57pm Saturday

Bobby laughed, Dean's bad joke cheering him up. His home had become John and Dean's de facto home when they weren't on the road. It still seemed strange, even twelve years later, for them to show up without Sam. Bobby was insanely proud of Sam, and as much as he missed the kid, secretly wanted him to stay as far away from hunting as he could. Sam had been to visit him with his family a few times, but had one unbreakable rule-no mention of hunting, monsters, or anything supernatural.

As if Sam had known Bobby was thinking about him, Bobby's cell phone lit up with Sam's name blazing on the front. Bobby quickly picked the phone up and hid it from Dean, who was only a couple feet away, and excused himself to take the call. Bobby reached his bedroom and closed the door before he answered.

"Hey, Sam, what's up?"

Never before had Bobby heard Sam sound so panicked. Sam was in tears, begging Bobby to come to him as fast as possible. Bobby wanted to, more than anything. But there was a problem.

"Sam, I've got your dad and brother here with me. I can't just pack up and leave without them asking a bunch of questions. I'll come up with something if you want me to, but…"

To Bobby's shock and amazement, Sam didn't even hesitate. "Bring them. Please, Bobby, just tell them to come too."

"Alright. We'll be there soon, Sam. Just hold on, okay?"

Bobby hung up the phone, his heart aching for Sam and the girls. He wondered briefly if Sam had called his wife, who Bobby knew was out of town for the week, then decided to call Sam back and ask once he was in the car. Bobby quickly packed a bag, then walked back out towards the living room.

"Everything good, Bobby?" Dean asked, flipping through channels on the television.

"No." Bobby said seriously. "You two need to follow me."

John, who was coming back from the kitchen with a beer in his hand, asked, "You have a hunt or something?"

"No." Bobby swallowed; delivering this news was somehow harder than he'd thought it would be. "It's Sam's girls. They were hit by a car about an hour ago."

"What?" Dean turned and immediately went into the big brother protective mode like it was an old pair of sneakers that still fit perfectly. "What the hell happened?"

"Apparently Sam was letting them ride their bikes up and down the street. Somebody came speeding through the neighborhood, hit them and kept going."

"Son of a bitch!" Dean shouted.

"Bobby, Sam doesn't want us…"

"He asked for you two." Bobby said. "He does want you. Get your crap and follow me."

John and Dean didn't need to be told twice. Less than five minutes later, all of them were barreling down the highway towards Sam and his girls.

8:00pm Saturday

Time had stopped for Sam.

His mind kept replaying the scene over and over as he sat in the ICU waiting room. Telling the girls they could ride their bikes up and down the road. Reminding them to put their helmets on and be careful. Going back inside for just a minute, thinking that they would be okay with the neighbors watching them. Hearing the squeal of tires, the shouting of the neighbors. Coming out to see Emily and Amy laid out on the road. Amy unconscious and Emily struggling to get up, crying and screaming in pain. The ambulance taking both of them away, Sam following behind in his own car.

"Sam."

Sam looked up and saw Bobby, relief flooding through him that he was no longer alone. "Bobby."

"Sammy."

Another familiar voice, one that Sam hadn't heard in years. "Dean. Dad."

"Hi, Sam."

Sam's emotional reservoir, worn down by an afternoon of worry and fear, was about to break. "Dad…"

"Come here, son."

Sam stood up and before anyone knew what was happening, John had grabbed him in a tight hug. If Sam was taken by surprise, he never showed it. He accepted it gratefully, comforted by the fact that John was still so willing to be there for him.

"Thank you, Dad. I didn't know if you guys would come…"

"Dean and I are here for you. Whatever you need. You hear me?" John said.

Sam nodded, and John released him to embrace Dean, who held onto Sam like he'd float away if he let him go. "Hey, little brother."

"Hey, Dean." Sam said.

"Dean, let him take a breath." Bobby said. "Come on, let's sit down." Once they were all seated, Bobby asked, "Where's the girls?"

Sam took a shuddery breath before answering. "Um, Emily was hit, but not as bad as Amy. Her arm was broken, and she has a bunch of scrapes and bruises. They know they're gonna have to admit Amy, so they put Emily to sleep in that room too."

"Where is Amy?" John asked.

"In surgery. They think she's got a bleed in her brain that they need to drain. They're checking to see if there's any other damage." Sam explained. "They should be out any second."

"Where's Alice?" Bobby asked.

"She's, um, on a case."

"What kind of case?" Dean asked. "What does she do?"

Sam swallowed. "That's not important."

Just as Dean was about to ask what Sam meant by "not important", a nurse came to the door, holding the hand of an exhausted, distressed Emily.

"Daddy?"

"Hey, piglet. What are you doing up?" Sam asked.

"She woke up and was asking for you." The nurse explained.

"I don't want to sleep by myself, Daddy." Emily said pitifully. "I'm scared. Please."

"Come here, sweetpea." Sam said. He extended his arms and Emily eagerly climbed into them. "Thanks." He told the nurse.

"Of course." The nurse said.

"Is there any word on my other daughter?" Sam asked.

"I'm sorry, no." She said. "I can try to call the OR again if you'd like."

"Thanks." As the nurse walked out, Sam hugged Emily. "How's your arm, big girl? Does it still hurt?"

"A little." Emily said. "Where's Amy? And mommy?"

"Amy's still with the doctors. I called mommy and she's coming back as fast as she can."

"'Kay." Emily peered out from the safety of her father's arms to the other people in the waiting room. "Hi, uncle Baby."

"Hey, kiddo."

"Hi." Emily said, waving weakly to John and Dean.

"Hi, sweetheart." John said.

"Hey there." Dean said, somewhat awkwardly.

"Are you friends of Daddy's?" Emily asked.

"Um…" Dean looked to Sam, who was nodding in agreement. "We sure are."

Before the conversation could get any more awkward for them, Sam's cell phone rang. "Hey, Em, you want to talk to mommy?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay. Hang on." Sam flipped the phone open. "Hey...No, there's no change...I promise I'll call…where are you…you can't get here any faster…sorry, sorry, I know you're trying, I'm just worried….hey, listen, Emily's right here and she wants to talk to you….one second." Sam took the phone away from his ear and handed it to Emily. "Here, baby. Go over in the corner and talk to mommy for me. Okay?"

"Okay. Can I stay in here with you? Please don't put me back in the room…"

"You can stay. I just need to talk about some grown up stuff." Sam said. He put on a fake smile to comfort Emily, while inside his heart and mind were raging. "Go on, go talk to mommy."

"Okay." Emily took the phone and put it to her ear, walking over to the corner. "Hi, mommy."

Sam took another ragged breath, not sure how much longer he'd be able to hold himself together. He was aching to see and hold Amy. He was taking shallow breaths as much as he could, afraid that if he breathed normally the pain and fear would swallow him alive.

"Sammy, you okay?" Dean asked.

Sam chuckled humorlessly. "No."

"What happened?" John asked.

Sam shook his head firmly. "No. I'm not talking about it again. Not yet. I can't."

"Okay, son. It's okay. Do you want some coffee?"

"That'd be great. Thanks, Dad." Sam said appreciatively.

Bobby quickly stood up. "I'll get that. You three catch up."

Sam nodded. "Bobby, um, if Emily'll go with you will you take her to get something to eat, please? She hasn't had any dinner."

"Sure thing. Come here, squirt."

Emily gave a minor protest, but went with Bobby under Sam's promise that he'd come get her as soon as Amy could have visitors. Once Bobby and Emily were gone, the awkwardness descended upon the three Winchesters once again. After almost thirty seconds of complete silence, Dean filled the void with,

"So where's your wife?"

"What?" Sam asked.

"Where's your wife? You said she was out on a case? What does she do?"

Sam frowned. "I really don't want to answer that question, Dean. It'll just cause a fight, and I can't handle that right now."

"A fight?" Dean asked, puzzled. "What does that mean?"

"Sam, I know this is hard to believe coming from me, but I swear we won't fight. You don't have to answer the question if you don't have to. But I would like to get to know more about you and your wife and your girls. Bobby's done what you asked him too; he's kept his mouth shut."

"How much do you know?" Sam asked.

"Just that you married someone named Alice Somers, and had twin girls, Amy and Emily. Who are both beautiful, by the way."

For the first time that night, Sam genuinely smiled. He did have two beautiful children.

"But you did an excellent job covering your tracks. We never could find out what Alice did for a living, or you for that matter."

Sam sighed. There was no way to tell when Amy would be back, and Dean and John would find out somehow, so he decided it was best to come clean right then. He was surprised that at least hadn't found out already, if not both John and Dean. But John seemed genuinely puzzled by Sam's remark too, so Sam ran a hand through his hair and confessed.

"I'm a part-time substitute teacher and a stay at home dad. Alice…" Sam swallowed hard, prepping himself for the look on Sam and John's face. "Alice is a hunter."