Megan Nicole Winchester

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Dedicated to Nicole again! Thank you! And Megan's character is dedicated to Megan! Thank you!

Hope you enjoyed Austin Samuel Winchester! Enjoy the new story!

Chapter One

Dean rocked his baby girl in the rocking chair.

It had been a little over five months since she was born. And Dean was starting to get on edge. Six months wasn't too far away.

But so far everything was going perfectly. Almost too perfectly.

Dean had talked to Mike Guenther – the guy who owned the garage in Kansas with John before Mary died – and told him who he was. Mike offered him a full time job right off the bat. Just because he was John's son. A few months later, Carly delivered their baby girl, Megan Nicole Winchester. It was hard to get her out of Dean's hands for the first few days. Then Austin started school. Around the same time, Sammy called and announced he and Jess were engaged. That was two weeks ago.

Dean hadn't talked to John in that amount of time. He left a message for his father saying that he wasn't hunting anymore. He had found something he wanted. But if John ever needed a place to stay, he could always count on Dean. Still, every now and then, he swears that he sees John's truck. Outside the house, passing by. In the grocery store parking lot. Outside Austin's pre-school. But he couldn't prove it.

Now he was back to current time. A week from Megan's six month mark.

He was scared. He'd admit it. He was scared. And by being scared, he put Carly and Austin on edge. So he tried to tune it down. He only called Sammy at night, when the rest were asleep. He only talked to Bobby or Pastor Jim or Caleb outside, out of ear shot. But it still didn't work.

Megan cooed from her place in Dean's arms, signaling that she was back asleep.

That's okay. Dean would still sit there with her and rock, gently, for about another half an hour or so. Who cared if he was tired for work the next morning? She was Dean's daughter and he'd do anything for her. Even if it meant being dead tired.

"Daddy," a little boy's voice came from where the hallway met the living room. Dean looked up to his son. Austin rubbed his eyes. "I couldn't sleep."

"Come here," Dean said. He made room for his son by shifting his daughter to one arm.

Austin climbed on his Dad's lap and curled up. He laid his head on Dean's chest and closed his eyes. "Can you tell me a story about you and Uncle Sammy?"

Dean smiled. Although Megan was only a few months, Dean had shared enough stories – happy stories – about his and Sam's childhood to last a lifetime. "Okay, but you have to promise to try to get some sleep," Dean told him.

Austin nodded against his Dad's chest. "Promise."

Dean smiled. "One time when Uncle Sammy and I were kids, Uncle Sammy asked me to buy him some ice cream from the ice cream man." Dean's eyes glazed as he thought of the past.

"Dean," a seven year old Sam asked his brother. "Can I have some ice cream?" It was a hot day and John had gone on a hunt, leaving the boys for a day. "Please," Sam asked, flashing Dean a puppy look.

Dean just had to give in. "Alright, come on."

He brought his little brother outside with a smile and five dollars.

Five minutes later, Dean and Sam had ice cream and headed back inside.

"Thanks, Dean," Sam told his brother with a smile that Dean would never quite forget. "You're the best big brother ever."

"…and he told me I was the best big brother there ever was," Dean told a now sleeping Austin. For some reason, that stupid little memory of him and his brother on a hot summer day stuck out in his mind. "I didn't tell him he was the best little brother I ever had."

Dean smiled as he heard both his children's deep breathing. He liked when he could hold them both at the same time. It told him they were safe. And happy.

And Dean would give anything to keep them that way.