The Adventures of Pippa and Deedee

Chapter One

A/N: This is the sequel to New Life, New Family. I am planning to add more to this story, but not as frequently as I did with NLNF. I may go in chronological order with the kids growing up, I may skip around, I don't really know yet. But this chapter explains who 'Pippa' and 'DeeDee' are.

Sam walked into the house, Dean coming up behind him. Usually, when they came in, they were either met with the sounds of giggling babies or complete silence. Both of them knew that if it was silent, they better stay silent themselves. Evy had made a rule after Dean waking the kids up one too many times that made Sam chuckle.

"You wake 'em, you keep 'em."

Easier said than done. Sam was approaching sixty. Dean was sixty-three. They were no longer the young kids who had taken care of Evy when she was the same age her kids were now. They both loved Roberta and Samuel, nicknamed Bobbie and Sammy, but they often left Evy's house lately feeling exhausted.

When Sam and Dean walked in the house this time, they heard the sounds of the babies gurgling in the living room. They found Evy in there, still in pajamas, holding a bottle in each hand. Bobbie and Sammy were in their respective carriers, looking up at their mommy like she was their whole world.

"Hey, kiddo." Dean said.

"'ey." Evy said.

Sam put down the bags he had in hand and moved next to Evy. "What's wrong with you?"

Evy sniffed, and Sam heard that she was barely breathing. She was congested, and looked pale and just plain sick. Sam took over feeding Bobbie, and Dean took over with Sammy. Evy leaned back on the couch and shut her eyes.

"These two kept me up all night with a cold. I think I caught it from them."

"Where's Mickey?" Dean asked.

"Working." Evy said simply.

"I don't have anything else to do today. You want me to stay and keep them so you can get some sleep?" Sam offered.

"I'm off today. I can stay too." Dean said.

Evy was normally stubborn, not wanting to leave the kids alone with anyone for too long, even if it was Dean and Sam. But she was just too tired to argue. She opened her eyes and looked at Sam, exhaustion making her look older than she really was.

"That would be amazing. Thank you."

"Go to bed." Sam said, sounding more like he had when Evy was eight rather than twenty-eight.

"On the way." She said. "I would kiss you, but I don't want to give you guys this mess."

"We'll take the chance." Dean said.

Evy smiled and kissed his and Sam's cheek, then walked to her bed with the blanket from the back of the couch wrapped around her shoulders. She heard Sam and Dean talking to the kids as she closed her bedroom door. She felt bad going to bed when both the babies were still sick, but knew that Sam and Dean were more than capable of handling it. She took her cell phone from the nightstand and texted Mickey.

The kids passed their colds on to me. My dad and uncle are here helping so I can get some sleep. That okay with you? Have a good day at work. Love you xoxoxo

Less than a minute later, Mickey answered. You can't take care of them if you don't take care of yourself. They can stay as long as they need to. Get some sleep. Love you more. xoxo

Evy smiled and put the phone away. Right at that moment, Sam walked in. He had a tray, with a bowl of soup, a cup of NyQuil, and a glass of milk on it. Evy pulled herself up to a sitting position.

"I thought you were taking care of them."

"Bobbie is out like a light." Sam said as he put the tray on the nightstand. "And Dean is trying to convince Sammy to do the same."

"I'm not really hungry." Evy said.

"Just try to eat a little. Come on." Sam said gently. He took the spoon and started to help her eat.

"I'm a little old for this, aren't I?" Evy asked.

"I'm still your dad. I'll take care of you whether you're eight or ninety-eight. Now open up." Sam said.

After the soup and medicine, Evy was out for most of the day. She woke up again around three, and stayed in bed a little longer. She was still groggy, but climbed out of the bed and walked barefoot down to the living room. She heard the voices of Sam, Dean, and Mickey, along with the babbles of Bobbie and Sammy. She walked in to find Sam and Mickey on the floor with Bobbie, and Dean on the couch playing with Sammy. Bobbie was giving either Sam or Mickey a block, which they would add to a stack already on the floor. Every third or fourth block Bobbie would reach over and knock it down, giggling so hard she fell over. Dean was taking Sammy's baby blanket and covering his face with it, and Sammy would pull at the blanket until it came down. Evy stood in the doorway watching them for a couple of minutes before Bobbie noticed her standing there. She broke away from her father and grandfather, crawling quickly and eagerly over to her mother.

"Hey, you." Evy said as she picked up Bobbie. "Did you have a good day? Mommy missed you."

"Daddy missed you." Mickey said, getting up and walking over to her.

"You're home early." Evy said.

"I've got a sick wife at home. So I came back early." Mickey explained. "Got to take Carlson's shift this weekend though."

"Okay." Evy said simply. "Are they better?" Evy asked Sam.

"They've seemed okay. After they had a nap, they've been really happy all day." Sam said.

"That's good. I'm glad you feel better." Evy said, kissing Bobbie's forehead and then moving over to Sammy to do the same.

"How about you?" Mickey asked. "How you feeling?"

"Groggy right now, mostly." Evy answered.

Bobbie suddenly reached out towards Sam with both hands. "Pippa!"

All the adults in the room now had their eyes on Bobbie.

"Pippa!" she said again.

"Oh wow!" Evy said, handing Bobbie back over to Sam. "She's asking for you."

"Pippa?" Sam said. "Where did that come from?"

"I think it's my fault." Mickey explained. "I've been pointing people out to her in photos. I called my grandpa papa, and I used the same name for you."

"Pippa, huh?" Sam said. "I can live with that."

"Deedee." That voice belonged to Sammy, who still sat in Dean's lap. "Deedee." he said again, this time patting Dean's face.

"That's my boy!" Dean said.

"Let me guess. You taught him that one." Evy said.

"Yep." Dean said proudly.

"All right, Pippa and Deedee. What are you making for dinner?"