A/N: This originally started out as a one shot, but then immediately after this one I thought of another little Dean story that- surprise!- had Dean talking to little Sammy while he's in the womb. So I decided instead of littering by page with one shots that are relatively connected I could put them all together in a chapter format. All the stories here will be about Dean talking to Sammy while he's still in Mary's womb, any other little Dean stories (because trust me there will be more) will be there on one shots.

Disclaimer: Kripke's like always

There's Something I Wanna Say

Dean rubbed his eyes and sat up on the blanket he had been laying on. On his left a Christmas tree was set up, popcorn strands and homemade ornaments hung from the boughs. Colored lights twinkled and its light casted a soft glow on Dean's young face. He looked over to his right and saw Mary asleep on the couch, a blanket across her legs, arms slung over her head, shirt riding up and the curve of her beginning stomach showed. Dean crawled over to the couch and stood back up on his knees so he was eye level with her stomach.

"Hi," he started. "You haven't met me yet, but I've been the one talk in' to your big brother Dean and when I meet you I'll be even bigger 'cus I'll be four, which Daddy and Mommy says is even bigger.

Mommy says you're growing in there and when you come out you'll be all cryin' and stuff and that it'll be lots of work, 'specially 'cus she won't be able to do lots, but that's okay. Mommy says that when she had me she couldn't do lots then either." Dean wiggled a bit and rested his chin on the couch.

"And they say you'll still be in there for Christmas and I don't like that 'cus I wanted to spend it with you, but maybe it'll be better 'cus the next time Christmas comes around you'll be older, so maybe you'll 'member it. You'll miss my birthday too, but that's okay 'cus I asked Mommy and she said she'll eat extra cake for you." Dean paused. "It's not as good as pie, but you always have cake for birthdays. Maybe this time I can have pie instead, but-hey-when you're born that's your birthday, so maybe I can bring you cake.

Mommy and Daddy says we'll get to learn soon if you're a boy or girl. They say that would could have leaned earlier if you weren't hidin'." Dean frowned. "I dunno what that means, but stop it. I wanna know if you're a boy of a girl. I don't really care, but I just wanna know.

'Cus if you're a girl I can teach you how to do all kinds of things and I know sometimes you'll wanna do girly stuffs with Mommy and I won't be there, 'cus I'll probably be with Daddy doing big boy things. We could still do other stuff like play with cars or hide 'n seek or whatever.

But if you're a boy, then I'll bet you'll be like me. And we can do some stuff too like climbing trees or playing in the dirt or...or I dunno, but it'll be fun too. And we can play with Daddy together and we'll teach you how to do big boy stuff like holdin' doors for people and helpin' Mommy when she needs it. But...but I just wanna meet you." Dean sighed and turned around to lay his head against the couch.

"Sometimes I get lonely 'cus Daddy has to work and Mommy has to work here at home too doing laundry and stuff. Some days I just watch TV on the couch by m'self. But when you get here I'll have someone to play with. It doesn't matter to me if you're a boy or a girl, we'll have lots of fun together. There is something I wanna say." Dean turned back around and put his face right up to Mary's stomach. "One, Mommy's always right. I learned that one from Daddy. Two, Daddy gives the bestest bear hugs; they make a sad day a happy day. And three, no matter what we'll be the bestest friends and I promise I'll be the bestest big brother I can be."

Dean yawned and rested his head against Mary's stomach. "And we'll take naps together 'cus I'm really tired and if you're gunna cry and fuss like Mommy says both of us are gunna wanna sleep."

Mary moved and Dean lifted his head up and saw Mary supporting her head on her hand looking down at Dean. "Hey there sweetie, when did you wake up?"

Dean shrugged. "I dunno, it hasn't been that long."

Mary leaned forward and let her hand cup Dean's face. "What have you being doing Dean? You didn't get in any trouble while I was sleeping?"

He shook his head. "Nope, I was just talkin' to the baby."

Mary smiled and kissed his forehead. "Oh did you? Well that's nice."

"I didn't wanna wake you up 'cus I know you've been tired."

"Oh, sweetie. I didn't mean to fall asleep."

Dean shook his head. "It's okay. I take naps all the time. Don't adults?"

Mary gave Dean a weary smile. "No, normally not."

"Oh." Dean looked down at her stomach and let his hands rest on each side of her slightly curved belly. "Hey, go easy on Mommy, baby. You gotta take one for the time this time."

Mary pulled Dean into a hug and ran her fingers through his hair. "Sweetie, that's just how babies are. It means he's growing, so he'll be healthy when he gets here."

"He," Dean asked with confusion and excitement.

Mary pulled back and looked at her son. "We weren't supposed to tell you until Christmas, but yes, you're going to have a little brother."

Dean grinned. "What's his name?"

Mary smiled. "Samuel."

He frowned. "That's long. Longer than mine."

"I know Dean."

Dean scooted back down until he was level with Mary's stomach and smiled. "Hey there Sammy, it's you're big brother Dean. We're gunna have a lotta fun adventures together."