A/N: Hey everyone, I'm sorry that I am so late with this update. I called for jury duty and was actually picked to serve on a trial. Ah civic duty calls. I will try to update more often as time allows and providing my muse decides to cooperate.


While Sam and Madison were celebrating their good news, Dean and Lindsay were ringing in the new year at Sid's annual New Year's Eve party. There were about thirty people at his house, mostly academics. Dean was a little worried that he would feel out of place, what with his background in hunting, but he needn't worry. His car would would turn out to be a great icebreaker.

"Hey Sid, who owns the sixty-seven Impala parked out front?" said a tall man in a gray sweater.

"That would be Lindsay's boyfriend, Dean," replied Sid. Calling his daughter and Dean over, Sid introduced Dean to his friend Nicholas Langley. He was an adjunct professor of ancient languages at UC Berkley.

"Dean, that's a sweet ride you got," said Nicholas. "Any interest in selling her?"

Dean couldn't help, but glare at the man. "She's not for sale."

"That's what I figured. She's a real beauty," said Nicholas. "My older brother used drive a sixty-five Impala."

"Cool." By the way Nicholas referred to the Impala as her, Dean could tell he was talking to a fellow a car guy and he quickly warmed up to the man.

"Yeah, but he sold her to after he got married."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, his wife, well ex-wife now, didn't like the Impala," said Nicholas. "It was a very sad day for me."

"I can't even begin to imagine. I guess I should consider myself lucky that my girlfriend loves my car."

"Yes, you should. So how long have you had her?"

"She was my father's. First car he ever owned. My dad actually proposed to my mother in the Impala. I could never get rid of her for any reason."

"A car like that's a real keeper."

"So what kind of car do you drive?" asked a curious Dean.

"A fifty-seven Chevy Bel-Air."

"A fifty-seven Chevy? That's a classic."

"My pride and joy. I spent a whole year restoring her on the weekends. My students get a kick out of seeing me drive her around campus."

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Leaving Dean talking about cars with Nicholas, Lindsay went and hung up their coats. She was headed to get herself a drink when she bumped into Lucy Fitzwater who had been her mother's best friend. Lucy was a tall woman with beautiful silver hair. She had known Lindsay's late mother since the third grade.

"Lindsay, darling, how are you?" asked Lucy.

"Aunt Lucy!" Lindsay threw her arms around the older woman. "It's so good to see you."

"You too Lindsay," replied Lucy. "So who's the handsome young man I saw you walk in with?"

Lindsay couldn't help, but smile. "That's my boyfriend, Dean."

"Boyfriend? I didn't know you were seeing anyone," said Lucy. "Why don't you tell me all about him over a glass of champagne."

Lucy took Lindsay by the arm and they headed off in search of champagne.

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At a quarter to midnight, Dean went off in search of Lindsay. He had been looking forward to spending some time alone with her, but every time he tried somebody wanting to talk to about his car stopped him. Or Lindsay was being pulled away by an old family friend who wanted to talk about the handsome man she had arrived with. After searching for a few minutes he found her talking to an older gentleman who he didn't recognize. "Excuse me, can I borrow my girlfriend for a moment?"

"Sure," replied the man.

Dean took Lindsay's arm and started to gently pull her away.

"Dean, Mr. Parker was telling me that his brother needs a French translator at his company," said Lindsay.

"That's great," said Dean casually.

"Dean, this could be a job for me."

"Lindsay, that's terrific. You can call the man first thing tomorrow." Dean had stopped walking. "But right now it's almost midnight on New Year's Eve. I don't want to ring in the new year talking cars with a bunch of college professors. I want to ring it in standing under some mistletoe with my girl."

Lindsay looked up to see that they were indeed standing under some mistletoe leftover from Christmas. The job can definitely wait, thought Lindsay as she reached up to pull Dean closer. Placing her lips on his, she initiated a steamy kiss that Dean eagerly responded to. It was a perfect way to ring in the new year.

Just before midnight Sid turned on the TV. While everybody was counting as the ball drop, Dean and Lindsay were too busy enjoying their own special moment to notice.

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New Year's Day Sam awoke early, his mind still buzzing with Madison's good news. A baby, we're going to have a baby. He couldn't keep the grin off of his face at that thought. He turned to look his wife who was still asleep. The comforter had drifted down and her top had slid up a little revealing her stomach. Sam reached over and gently placed his hand across her bare skin. Their child was growing in there right this very moment and never had Sam felt so in awe as he did at that moment. Pulling the comforter up, he snuggled in close to Madison, his hand still resting on her stomach.

So much had happened to them in the previous year, that Sam was looking for the good times to come. Just like a Dickens novel, it had been the best of times and the worst of times. Well this year he resolved that it would only be the best of times for his family.

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"Dad, your party was wonderful as usual," said Lindsay as she helped herself to a bowl of oatmeal.

"So you had a nice time?" asked Sid.

Lindsay thought back to last night standing under the mistletoe with Dean and smiled. "I had a wonderful time Dad."

"So Linds, what is your new year's resolution?" Ever since his children were little Sid encouraged them to make a resolution for the new year. He would tell them to look back over the previous year and see what they felt they needed to change or improve. He taught them to always strive to be a better person and to do the right thing.

"It's to let go of the past and move forward to a better future." Her past with Jean-Paul made her swear off men a dating for good, but Dean had made her rethink that vow. She was falling fast for the handsome hunter and in her heart she knew he would never hurt her.

"This is your year Linds. Great things are go to happen for you," said Sid.

Lindsay got up and hugged her father. "Thanks for always believing in me Dad."

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The bookstore was closed for the holiday allowing Sam to enjoy a leisurely morning lying in bed wife Madison. He had wanted to make breakfast in bed for her, but once again she was overtaken with a bout of morning sickness. Instead he fixed her a plate of saltine crackers and a glass of ginger ale.

"So who else knows about the baby?" asked Sam.

"Besides Dr. Gottlieb, no one," replied Madison as she nibbled on a cracker.

"You didn't call your mother or Molly?" There was a hint of surprise to Sam's voice, as he thought for sure that his wife would have wanted to tell her mother and cousin right away.

"I wanted to tell you first. Besides I think we should wait a little while before we tell anyone just in case," said Madison softly.

Sam pulled his wife close. "Well then that makes this our special little secret."

Madison nodded in agreement against Sam's chest. "I can't believe this is really happening for us."

"It is Maddy, it is," said Sam as he kissed the top of her head.

More to Come

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