Little Winchesters

AN: The first story was in the present, this one takes place in the past. If you want a little more info on the characters that have been introduced, read that short little fic called Super Surprises. These have the same characters, and the same plot line. The past goes from season 2 to end of season 5, and kind of splits from there. The present time is 2018, I believe. Its 10 years post-Hell for Dean.

Ages:

Lily- 10 years old

Jayson- 2 ½ years old

When Dean adopted Lily

Dean POV

I woke up, confused as to where I was. Then I felt the warm embrace of arms wrapped around me, and I smiled inwardly and outwardly as I opened my eyes. I looked down at my still sleeping fiancée Erica, and gently kissed the crown of her head. She smiled in her sleep, and snuggled deeper into me. I tightened my arms around her, and started to close my eyes again.

I let my mind wander. I take back every mean thing I've ever thought, said or wrote about apple-pie lives. It's so kick ass just to have someone other than my brother to come home to. More than that, to have an actual home to come back to, is the most amazing gift in the history of the world. Erica never has to worry about me getting bored of being at home. I've seen the entire country, basically. I've never had this before. And if I did have something similar as a child, I've forgotten most of it.

Another kick ass thing is that my fiancée, aka the love of my life and the mother of my kids, is also a hunter. She takes our life in stride, and completely accepts anything and everything about the hunter's life. She has an antique car like me, loves to hunt, loves to drink whiskey, and lives for family above all else. She has a tattoo on her back that says TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE. She said that when she'd given birth to Lily, her dad had given her a card. The only thing written inside said 'to thine own self be true'.

She let Sam move in; no questions asked. She doesn't ask questions about Sam's psychic issues.

Thinking more and more about the kids, it suddenly dawned on me what we were doing today. We were finalizing my adopting Lily. Today, I would gain a daughter, and lose the emptiness I'd carried—never knowing what I was missing until I had it. I had a beautiful fiancée, a fiercely amazing little boy, and a wonderful daughter. Before I started the process, it had been important to me to ask Lily's permission.

Lily hadn't seen her birth father since she was four, and she didn't remember him much. But…still, it didn't hurt to ask. She'd pondered it a second, then immediately answered "Okay." And then ran off to bother the family dog…aka Sammy.

Erica said that when she'd had Lily, it was a really sticky situation with her biological father. His name was apparently Joey and when she told him they were having a child, he was none too thrilled about it. His name isn't even on the birth certificate. Jayson, on the other hand, is one hundred percent pure Winchester. He has had my name since he was born, and his last name was legally changed last year. I was even put on his birth certificate as his father.

Now it was Lily's turn to become a Winchester. I slightly nudged Erica, whose blue-green eyes opened and gazed lovingly at me. I'll never get used to that.

"What?" she asked her voice thick with sleep.

"We gotta go sign that thing at 3, babe." I said, getting out of bed and making my way over to the closet we shared. Erica's eyes widened and she shot out of bed. "Holy shit, I can't believe I forgot." She said, slapping her forehead.

We changed into regular clothes. Erica smiled at me. "I'll get the boys up. You go wake Lil." She said. I smiled and went to our sleeping daughter's room. I silently opened the door, and walked in. I grinned softly when I saw Lily's sleeping form. Her gray eyes were closed, and her eyelids were framed with auburn lashes. She was cuddling a stuffed bear, named Pinky. It was a gift from Lily's grandfather given to her the day she came home from the hospital.

I sat on the bed, and gently rubbed her head. I hummed whatever little tune I used to hum for Sammy, when he was her age. Her eyes opened, and her little mouth opened wide in a yawn. She rubbed her eyes, and looked at me. She smiled.

"Morning, Daddy."

"Morning, babygirl."

Yep. Today was going to be one of the best days of my life.