Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters thereof.

Warning: Unrelated Sam/Dean. Some language, graphic imagery. Sexual Content. Schmoop. Happy ending follows!

Plot: Sam is finally having his baby and the house is busy now. This chronicles the birth of the baby and how the story ends for them as a family now. Sort of.

(Author's note-Not a final ending but still…a happier one than they might have had otherwise. I left it open for your interpretation on where they went from there…so crank out that happy ending for our special men…they sure do deserve it!)

This is end of story. Not continued.

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Dean ran up the stairs, carrying the water and towels. Bobby took them and they took their places. John took the silver knife and sterilized it, biting a lip. "You sure you don't have anything to numb it?" He asked, Sam was in pain here and he was getting ready to cut him open. "You can stitch him fast, right?"

"The spell I have set up should enable faster healing and, yeah, if Dean helps stitch down as I stitch up then we can get him closed quickly. He'll be fine." Bobby reassured the nervous grandfather. Dean wiped his lover's brow and kissed his forehead.

"Here, baby, bite this belt. It will hurt but there's no other way to get the baby out." Dean said and Sam took it, biting into it now. He bit it harder as a contraction hit him again and his back almost bowed…again. "Where is that doctor!" Dean growled as he worried.

"She is on her way, another hour at most." John said and sighed, "Son, you're hovering again."

Sam grabbed his lover's hand and pulled him back to him, eyes pleading. "Stay here?" He mumbled around the belt. Dean nodded, "Not going anywhere." He promised. "Just don't…push." Dean said gently and Sam growled as his body wanted to but knowing why he couldn't.

There was no place for the baby to come out of. So no pushing, no matter what his body said.

He still felt another contraction and saw water shooting from his dick now and sighed. "There goes his water, damn it! It won't be long now." Bobby said and breathed a sigh of relief. "Nan, we were worried! Thank goodness you're here. His water just…I would say broke but that wasn't exactly what it did." Bobby shrugged and moved out of the way.

"John, you cut and Bobby, you start chanting. You know the spell." She said and eyed the worried men. "Dean, you help him stay calm as you can. I'll pull the cut closed and put the healing salve over it. The spell should close it automatically until it looks fairly small." She watched as John cut now and Sam's head went back in pain as the knife cut through skin and muscle, and revealed the baby trying to be born. She lifted her out of him and John cut the cord then tied it off, burning the end with the lighter and tamping stump. Sam screamed against the belt and almost passed out now. Bobby took the baby, now crying loudly and Nan held his stomach shut with Dean and John's help and put the salve on. The spell made the skin knit together instantly now until Sam barely had a scar right under his navel now.

Sam spat out the belt and reached for his child now. By now, Bobby had washed her off and wrapped her in one of the new baby blankets and put a diaper on her, after burning the cord on her navel. He handed the fathers their baby and they stared at her with such reverence and love it was beyond sacred. They kissed and touched her now, marveling at her brownish blond hair and green hazel eyes, so bright they shined with their own light almost. She had Dean's mouth and Sam's cheekbones, their shared eyes shape and a tall body like her father/mother. She was the perfect mixture of them both. So perfectly theirs, and so beautiful!

"Mary Jessica Winchester." Sam said and looked at Dean. "Is that okay? Can I name her after Jess? I did love her but her and Mom were taken from us. It's their memories…" Dean put a finger over his lips and smiled.

"It's a lovely name." Dean said and kissed Sam softly. "Azazel took them from us. This gives them back to us. In memory of them. I love the name." Dean held his daughter now and whispered, "Mary. We love you, Mary Jessica Winchester." He rocked her now and she looked up at them with both their eye colors reflecting back at them. "So proud of you, Sammy! She's perfect!" Then he spoke to her softly, kissing her little forehead and she stared up at him, as if she was intently listening. "We're going to take good care of you and you are going to be so happy. You have two daddies who adore you and two grandpas that will love you just as much. Going to be so spoiled! And protected. If anything comes after you or thinks of coming after you, we'll kill them first. No demon or thing gets our girl. Whatever you want to do or be in life, we'll let you have it. Normal or not." He teared up now and so did the others, "You're our little miracle. You're all we ever hoped for. We're you're family, baby girl. So you don't worry about a thing, we love you too much to ever let anything hurt you. We'd die for you first." Dean smiled, "Sam is your mom and I'm your Dad. That is your Grandpa John and Grandpa Bobby." He held her so they could look at her as he spoke. She gazed at them with that green hazel glow and they melted for her as well. They took turns holding her and rocking her until she fell asleep in Bobby's arms. He kissed her softly and smiled.

"No hunting for you, little one. Not if I can help it." Bobby sighed, "Hunter blood or not, I'll do my best to keep you out of that. You deserve better."

They all agreed with this sentiment and would do their best to make it come true for her.

"My daughter." Sam said softly and held her again, getting tired himself. "I love you, baby girl."

And with that, he let Dean take their daughter from him and slept. He laid the baby in the crib in her Nursery and went to lay by his lover, cuddling against him. Sam wrapped an arm around his back and pulled him closer, pinning him to his side for the rest of the day. "I love you, Sammy. You're all I've ever wanted. And now she is, too." Dean said softly and Sam whispered back, "I love you, too, Dean. I feel the same way."

And with that they rested while the others went to get the formula and diapers for them.

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Time passed quickly for the Winchesters now. They were happy and they hunted still but closer to home, never gone for more than a day or two. Every moment was spent with that baby, and the men doted on her.

Months passed and the hunts were getting rougher. Dean got some interesting scars and Sam got to work on his first aid skills more; Dean had to patch up Sam sometimes, too. Both considered quitting but did not do it, they weren't ready to yet, but they were close. Besides, Hunters didn't get to quit. They got to die by what they hunted or get hurt like Dad had on the way out.

Months became years and Mary got bigger, looking so much like Sam it was scary but also like Dean as well.

At 2, she got a hold of Dean's knives and cut her thumb on one. They learned to put them up much higher than the nightstand after that.

At 5, she discovered Bobby's books and got lost in them. Reading them and getting caught, shooed away and Bobby installed a lock on the library, to keep her out. She still asked him about what she had read and bobby reluctantly let her get the book for him then explained what demons were the books showed her with their pictures. Then showed him other pictures, and he explained what each evil thing was she pointed out.

At 9 and half, she was in school and had her first crush. Who ended up with another girl, after he said he liked her best, and she punched him for his betrayal. She had smiled proudly on her way to the office and when asked why she thought it was okay to strike the boy, she answered, "It was that or kick him in the balls. I chose the first option."

Her fathers had pretended to scold her but had soon praised her as they drove her home in their car now. So proud of her fighting spirit but worried, too. She was showing Hunter qualities already and this scared them. Bobby and the others had noticed, too.

None of them liked where this was going with the girl and tried to keep her from getting any closer to hunting than she already was.

Praying her blood didn't doom her to it already.

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(Mary, 10 years old now.)

Bobby heard John thumping down the stairs, one hand on the bannister and hopping on his one leg from step to step. His crutch and chair were parked by the stairs so Bobby waited for him to decide which he was using today. John hobbled in on his crutches and sat by the window, watching out.

"They aren't here yet." Bobby said softly, knowing they were running late and knowing that was why the man kept watching for them. They had called yesterday and said their hunt was done. They would be back last night and they weren't here yet. "They probably stopped for the night and got busy with the bunny sex again. Call them if you're worried." Bobby urged.

"I did. Three times now, they aren't answering, either of them." John said and thrummed fingers on the window glass, making Bobby cringe.

"John…" Bobby went to ask him to stop that when they heard the Impala pull in. John grabbed his crutches and went to meet them. Bobby followed him closely and saw Dean hauling a bleeding Sam into the house. Bobby helped get him to couch and pulled his shirt up. He was gashed across the chest. Not too deeply but he was pretty beat up though. "What happened?" He asked and took the first aid kit, beginning to stitch up the marks while Sam flinched from the pain.

"We stopped to rest last night and they took Sam, knocked me out. I woke up and followed the GPS to him. Thank goodness he always keeps his phone on!" Dean said and sighed, "They had beaten him up pretty good and I used the silver bullets to drive them off, got him in the car and took off. Don't think I got them all. You should call someone in, Bobby, it's a pack! Not one or two at all. I checked for internal bleeding but I didn't feel any. He's just gashed and bruised. I made sure. He insisted on coming here instead of going to the hospital. He wanted to see Mary." He smiled as Sam's eyes opened now and Sam took a swig of the whiskey to dull his pain.

"Hey, stop drinking all the antiseptic!" Bobby complained to hide his relief and let Sam take one more before removing it from his reach. "John, get the pain pills and some water, would ya?"

John got them and hobbled to him on his crutches, trying not to spill the water on him. Sam took a couple pills and lay down again. He still yelped as Bobby finished sewing up his chest. Then used the rubbing alcohol to clean it one last time. Once the salve and gauze were on him, Bobby made him change his shirt and called in some other hunters. Warning them about the pack and they decided to get some others to join them first. Bobby called in the others for them and then let the hunters know the others were on their way to the Pack, too. Then he hung up.

Mary ran down the stairs and hugged her Daddies tightly, making them smile and hug her back just as tightly. "You get the bad guys?" She was so proud of her Hunter Daddies. They protected her and others and she loved them for it. They were her heroes and superheroes to her! She wanted to grow up to be just like them someday! She could hunt, she really could. She didn't say anything though. She knew they would freak out if she did. Hunting was one subject they were adamant about her staying away from now! She'd tell them when she was old enough to do it for herself. They couldn't stop her from doing it then!

It was her dearest wish to be a Hunter. Like the others of her bloodline. Her blood called to her and pressed her to Hunt and she listened. But didn't tell them. They were trying so hard to keep her out of it, it would break their hearts if they knew but she was going to do it someday, whether they liked it or not!

She hugged her Daddy and told him about her day at school. About the cute boy who gave her a flower and she ran fingers through Sam's hair, playing with its longer length, biting her little tongue as she braided it in the back in tiny braids; Dean handing her little bands for each one. Sam let her do this and then Dean even agreed that she had made Sam look so pretty, too. Sam admired them and agreed, kissing her and thanking her for doing his hair for him. She ran out after that to play with the dogs and they let her go. The gate was locked so she was safe; John was out there watching her now.

They joined Bobby in the study and helped him with research now; Sam took laptop duty, and rested against pillows, per his mother hens' orders. He grumbled at that their overprotectiveness but did feel tired from the meds and ached all over; so resting was good now.

"We're retiring. " Dean announced and Bobby looked up, surprised. "It's been ten years and we got a kid to take care of. Not to mention, if this keeps up, we're going to die on her." Dean sighed, "I'm tired, Bobby, I'm done. He's done. We've both done enough. We'll keep up the research but…we won't be going out to Hunt again."

"Fine with me." Bobby said, relieved. "She needs you boys around more now." He sighed, "She's been sneaking my books again. I can't help but be afraid of what that means."

"You don't think…" Sam said softly and Bobby nodded.

"Girl's got that Hunter look and damn if it isn't strong in her, like it was in her fathers and grandfather. Winchesters been Hunters for centuries, it's in your blood. Like a virus, it always gets you in the end." He eyed her as she played with the new puppies now, "You need to start training her, boys. Like John did with you. Or when she sneaks out to hunt without our permission, she'll get herself killed."

They nodded and knew it was true. But part of them had hoped she could have a normal life. "We never wanted this for her." Dean said sadly, leaning back against Sam and their arms joining, pulling him closer to his chest. Eyes on their little girl now.

"No, we didn't either. But it found her, as surely as it found you all. Don't let your denial get her hurt, it's not worth it. Let her have what normal she wants but also teach her to hunt, she may need to know it someday." Bobby advised. "I know I said she wouldn't hunt before but …I don't think we've been given a choice in this one."

"We know. " Dean agreed and sighed, "Sorry, Sammy, we tried. She can still go to college. You did, but we'll let her hunt while she goes. She can graduate that way."

"Can't let it kill her, Dean, we can't! We have to keep her safe." Sam said worried but had seen the look on her eyes, same look they had, and same look the others had. She was a born Hunter and, oh, how he wished it wasn't so. "We'll train her right, they can help."

"Yes, we will." Bobby agreed and they got quiet now, watching her play and kept doing their research.

And then began her training the next day. Dean taught her guns, Sam and Dad taught her the bow and arrow, and knives. They taught her how to fight and what do to as best they could. And in the end, they only prayed it was enough.

Years passed this way for them.

The boys stayed retired but helped Mary learn to hunt and fight, and every protection, ward, and bit of Hunter knowledge they had. And with Bobby, that proved to be a lot!

At 18, she had her first hunt with her fathers and did well. A poltergeist.

Then she kept hunting after high school and graduated Valedictorian. They were so proud they clapped and called her name loudly, so proud of their daughter. For a present, she got her first gun and her own laptop, complete with mobile internet included, a bundle they paid for by the month now.

She attended the University of Sioux Falls and hunted on breaks. She studied Forensics and Criminal Justice. Getting herself a degree in each one and signing up for the Academy. Where she was recruited for the FBI, attending Quantico instead now and joining the FBI in the end. Her partner, Lincoln Henriksen was a nice black man whom she had liked at once.

Soon she brought him home to meet her folks. Link, as he was nicknamed, didn't mind her folks being gay and the boys asked about who his father was.

"Victor Henriksen." Link said and smiled, "My mom's name is Nancy. Here's a picture of them." He took out a family picture and they nearly passed out. It was their old friend, staring back at them, the one who had saved their lives so many years ago.

The boys explained they had known his father and he asked if they were Hunters, too. They looked surprised he knew that. Victor had lost touch with them years ago, and gone into hunting apparently like them. They admitted they were and Mary admitted she was, too. Lincoln laughed and admitted he was, too. "The bureau can't ever know." He said firmly and they all agreed. "They wouldn't understand. I hunt what I find on cases; I arrest the humans and kill the supernatural in between." He admitted softly, "I hunt in my off time, too."

"Then I can be your partner then, too. Your hunting partner. I'm really good at it!" She said happily and he nodded, blushing. Noticing how pretty she was when she was excited.

Then they called his folks and invited them for Thanksgiving dinner. He stayed a week and then they showed up, hugging the Winchesters and Bobby for all they were worth.

"So, what got you into Hunting?" Mary asked and looked at Victor now.

"I was married a few years after joining the bureau and one day, my wife and I were on the road and got a flat tire. John came by and helped change it, and we got talking. I eventually got talking about my job. We stayed in his room with him and he took the floor so we could use the bed." He looked at john and smiled, "He was secretive and I picked up on it, but he wouldn't open up. Then we were taken the next day by some vampires. They killed my wife and almost got me but Bobby and John busted in and got them, saved me…and killed my wife before she killed me."

Victor paused then continued. "I asked them who they were again and they told me. They told me everything. I… was lost for a bit after that but I kept in touch. Then I quit the bureau a year later and came to them to train me. Then I hunted and met Nancy on a case, fell in love. Then we had Lincoln a few months later. He knew what I was and wanted trained and so I trained him. And now he does both his duties and Hunting. Like you do, Mary."

"So you know my Dads how again?" Mary asked and he smiled.

"Hunted with them a few times, saved each other a couple of them, too." Victor said, "Heard you retired but never knew you had a kid. How's that work?" He asked and grinned at their smug looks.

"Fertility Idol, idiot man here touched one and we got pregnant." Dean said and chuckled. "Yeah, we've been lovers for years, don't be so shocked. It gets worse. We were raised as brothers, too! Just not related, that's what let us get married. Our real parents were hunters, too. John adopted us as babies. Him and Mary, his wife. She was a terrific mom…" He said sadly. They missed her even after all these years. "A demon killed her."

"You could have called a guy! I would like to have visited more. Was afraid you were dead until you called me. I would have liked to meet your kid or even have been told you had one. You'd think you'd have called a friend about something like that." Victor grumbled and smiled anyway, letting them know there were no hard feelings. "Not mad but you should have called."

"Sorry." Sam said and smiled back.

"So why do you hunt, Mary?" He figured this went both ways, he wanted to know, too.

"Just wanted to. Saw them do it, and wanted to do it, too. That's about it. Felt like it was what I was meant to do really." She admitted and her parents nodded. The Hunter blood had got to her.

"Me, too." Lincoln said and shrugged, "Just wanted to, Hunting seemed right, you know?" He looked at her and she smiled, nodding. A kindred spirit, he saw it in her. He also thought she should smile more; she was beautiful when she did that!

"It's in the blood. Most Hunter's kids get into it that way. It's a virus we get and our kids always catch it." Bobby admitted. It was true and they all knew it. This Hunter virus kept the world in plentiful supply of the Hunters or they would have died out by now. It only took one member to get into it and the kids ended up in it most of the time as well.

"So his kids will get it and so will hers?" Victor asked and he nodded.

"Yes, probably." Bobby agreed and now they all looked sad but proud, too. "They are great Hunters though, aren't they?"

"Yes, they are." Victor agreed and they talked about his new house now.

Soon they were done and spent the night. They left their contact information with them and made them promise to keep in touch more now.

The boys were glad their friend was okay. They had feared him dead, too.

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Lincoln and Mary got married a couple years later and, another year later, Lincoln retired from the bureau when their first child was born, and they would leave the kid with his grandparents when they hunted. Two more kids later and they were done having kids but kept Hunting on into old age.

Their names were Samuel, Dean, and John, of course. All boys.

Their namesakes were so proud.

Now they felt their families were complete and rejoiced that they had gotten this when so many hadn't.

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One summer night, the boys lay watching the moonlight fill their room with its ephemeral glow and reflected on their lives now.

"Sammy, I never hoped to have this much in our lives. Not even to live this long." Dean admitted as they cuddled after making love now and let his finger trace patterns on his husband's sexy skin. Even at 46 an 50, they still felt young inside and so in love, like they had been since they were younger. Their love had only grown stronger over the years really. "I love our lives now.I really really do."

"Me, too." Sam admitted and kissed him, responding to it but waiting, "We got a home, our Dad's still with us, and a daughter to be proud of." He sighed and pulled Dean over him now, kissing him some more. "Our lives are great and …so are you. You still are." Sam gazed up at him lovingly and smiled now. Dean leaned down and kissed him back now. "Love you so much, love them, too."

"Bet you're glad I didn't get to pick my own lovers that night, eh? The strip club, when you danced for me. You were so sexy, baby, blew everyone else out of the water. Once I saw you, I knew who I wanted to take home with me. Just you!" Sam said and grinned as Dean nodded.

"I know I said you could choose your own dates but you that you didn't and, the truth was, deep down I didn't want you to, either. Hated the thought of anyone with you but me; just didn't want to admit it." Dean admitted, "When you said you were going to pick up a guy there, I went crazy. Swore I'd give you a show if you wanted one that badly and be with you right then; not anyone else."

Dean's hands and mouth moved lower now, "I think I'm going to give you another show in a minute, too." He said with a husky note to his voice and Sam got hard from just that note alone. He sucked Sam now, teasing him a little, making Sam moan softly before Dean straddled him and sheathing him inside his body now. "Show you how much I want you still. Never get enough of you, Sammy!" He moved now and Sam's hands pressed to his hips and controlled them, making him lose it when his hand pumped his dick while Sam thrust deeper up into him now.

Soon he was flipped to the bottom and Sam took him harder now, making him moan and almost scream for more now. Which Sam willingly gave him and more. They came arching and crying out loudly and kissed softly afterward.

Then when they had rested enough, Dean took Sam the same way and Sam soon writhed beneath his lover making and kisses and touches, and came for him over and over when Dean found he couldn't stop fucking him now. Their sex drives still so strong in them, maybe even stronger now, too. Much to their fathers' dismay as they adjusted their earplugs...again.

Damn bunnies fled in shame from these men, damn them! Bobby and John had to admit it was nice they still had this, still had this love between them and hoped they always would, noisy sex and all.

And stayed away from fertility idols, too.

Both boys came screaming at the same time and then did it some more and never once felt tired.

The men revised their opinions.

The energizer bunny would run away in shame now, too! Didn't their batteries ever run out?

They knew that answer, too.

Of course not. They would just keep going until they passed out, per usual.

Then smiled fondly as they knew what made them this way; knowing what drove them to reconnect this way over and over, and had for all their lives really.

Their secret wasn't really a secret at all.

What drove them on this way was not lust or desire, or any other base emotion that some would name.

It was Love, pure and simple.

Love had always been their secret.

And those that loved them? Well, they knew it, too.

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