Someplace to call home

Vague memories of the past night float down on him and he woke with a small smirk, his eyes blinking open to take in their sun-bathed room and the white sheets of their king-size bed. He looked over his shoulder to the bedside clock and couldn't stop his smile from widening.

Today was the day.

Sam was still knocked out next to him, his face crushed against his pillow as he slept on like the dead, mouth hanging open oh so gracefully. He chuckled at the sight and shifted so he could look at him more comfortably from his side.

Sam jerked awake at the movement, a reflex neither of them had quite shaken off yet, one of the many reminders of the life they both cast away nearly seven years prior. He blinked, momentarily confused before moaning softly and pushing himself up and glancing at the clock.

Dean ran his fingers through his brother's hair to soothe him back to peace as he fell back onto his pillow. "Hey, you awake yet?"

Sam groaned loudly and squeezed his eyes firmly shut. "Unless this is an invitation to have a seventh round, I am not. Dean, it's only 8," he whined.

"I know, but can you blame me for being a little nervous?" Dean sighed, sitting back against the pillows, eyes locked on the ceiling.

Sam followed him up the pile of pillows and sat up next to him, taking him in his arms. "You're nervous?"

"No, I'm freaking fantastic, we're only about to change our lives for ever with this! I'm as relaxed as can be!"

Sam sighed guiltily. "Alright, I'm sorry. But I thought we had this conversation already?"

Dean detached himself from him with a grunt. "Well, it still doesn't magically make everything ok."

"Hey," Sam said gently, reaching out to make Dean look at him. "I'm not saying it should, but you don't have to worry so much. People do this all the time, it'll work out, I promise. We've come too far to second-guess everything now."

"What if it don't?" Dean whispered back with a pout, What if I suck at it?"

Sam smiled at him. "Are you kidding me? No one is better suited for this than you, Dean. You know that, I'm sure."

Dean bit his lip and closed his eyes. "But what if she hates me?"

"Then she'll grow to love you," Sam whispered back, leaning in and kissing his brother on his lips. "Like I grew to love you." He kissed him again and smiled as Dean kissed back. "You'll be perfect."

Dean scrunched up his nose and rolled his eyes. "You're only saying that because you love me. Either that, or you've had a vision about this?" He asked hopefully.

Sam chuckled and kissed him again. "Sorry to disappoint, but you're right, I'm only saying this because I love you."

"Oh rats!" Dean exclaimed sarcastically, bouncing slightly as Sam moved out of the bed.

Sam laughed and stretched his god-like body on the way to the bathroom.

"Sam, come on! What the Hell are you doing up there?! The plane will land in 45 minutes!"

Dean was standing in the kitchen by the garage door, waiting for his brother to show up so they could get going to their appointment.

Sam finally appeared at the bottom of the stairs with a brown plush bear with big droopy eyes in his arms. "We almost forgot Woobie," He grinned dropping a kiss on Dean's forehead as he passed him.

Dean watched his brother go towards the car with the bear in his hands, a big goofy smile on his face. If his heart melted a little at the sight, he could not be held responsible, sucker punches didn't count.

The arrival's hall was packed with people and Dean was beginning to think that maybe this hadn't been such a good idea at all.

"Do I look okay?"

Sam wrapped his arms around his brother and pressed a kiss in the crook of his shoulder. "For the ten thousandth time; yes!" he whispered, holding him tighter, Woobie settled firmly against Dean's chest.

"You made sure to safe proof all the sockets, right?" he nervously whispered, his eyes fixed on the exit for the passengers. "Did you put that lock on the cabinet under the sink?"

"I did," Sam replied, nodding. "And I put away all the bloody machetes and hid all of the porn."

"Not funny, smartass!" Dean hissed as Sam laughed.

"There they are!" Sam whispered as the first arrivals walked into the hall. He let go of his brother as he launched forward, keeping a few steps behind him since he could look over most of the people standing there, waiting for loved ones.

After what felt like an eternity, Dean suddenly grabbed his arm with a gasp.

"Sam! There she is!"

Sam looked in the direction his brother was staring and felt a wide smile creep up his face.

One of the flight attendants was holding a little girl by the hand wearing the cutest little dress ever. One half of her long, dark brown and curly hair was done in two little pigtails on each side of her head and the rest fell to the small of her back on top of the white-blue floral dress. Her huge, pale blue eyes were taking in all that was happening and her lips were curled up in an excited smile that lit up the entire room.

Dean felt tears well up in his eyes as he took a few steps forward, the emotions restricting his throat from speaking as she stopped in front of him.

"Are you my new daddies?" she asked, those blue orbs holding such innocence that he couldn't have uttered a single word to save his life. Add to that that she had the cutest button nose ever. Just that one look she gave him sucker punched him again.

Sam kneeled in front of her and extended his free hand. "Hi, I'm Sam and this is Dean."

She placed her tiny hand in his huge one and gave it a shake. "I'm Julie, pleased to meet you."

"Pleased to meet you too, Julie," Sam replied with an endeared smile. He then produced the plush bear from behind his back. "Would you like to meet Woobie? He's waited a long time to see you."

"Pleased to meet you, Woobie, I'm Julie," she said, taking the bear by one of its paws and shaking it.

Sam looked up at Dean with a smile and wasn't surprised to see the tears that silently fell down his face. "It looks like Woobie likes you, Julie," he said, giving her the bear. "Would you like to have him as your friend?"

Dean watched how her eyes grew even wider as she exclaimed, "I can have him?" She looked at Sam and then up at him for confirmation and he couldn't help but laugh and nod. "He's all yours," he croaked and she threw herself against him in a hug.

"Thank you, daddy!"

Dean gasped at that and looked at Sam who now stood next to him again and kissed his temple. "You're already her father, Dean," he whispered. "And you'll always be, starting now."

Dean looked down at her again and smirked as he met her gorgeous smile. He picked her up and felt his heart melt completely at her infectious squeal and giggle, realizing that if he could hear that laugh everyday and melt a little more because of it each day, that perhaps it wasn't so bad.

He was a big softie after all.

Nothing wrong with that.

Thanks for reading! Comments and feedback are luv!

-BDP-