Last chapter, the new story is going to be called, I bet my life. Its pretty focused on Sam, and some other story lines from Supernatural, were going to meet a minor character who will play a big role in Sam's life.


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We finally made it to the hospital walking through the big glass doors. I scanned the room, spotting two boys stretched out asleep in the waiting room chairs, brothers who couldn't be more different. I rushed over to them, gently shaking Cas awake. He blinked and looked up at me with bleary eyes before gasping.

"I couldn't find Sam!" He told me, sitting up.

I frowned, panic setting in.

"But," He continued. "I have spoken to eight different people who saw him, two said he was running like there was a murderer after him.. but at least he's alive."

I sighed, happy he hadn't been kidnapped or attempted to walk home. "Any news from Dean?" I asked.

He grinned and nodded. "He ran out here earlier and screamed its a boy! Then ran back to the room they were in, I attempted to find him again but I lost him," happiness swelled in my chest, Dean had a boy. We couldn't tell in the ultra sound what the sex of the babies were , they kept moving around. So we had to settle for being surprised.

"Jack Micheal Winchester," John beamed from behind me. That was the deal, Dean named the boys, Danny named the girls. Dean named him Jack after John's stepfather, who he loved more than his real one. And then Micheal after his birth father, who had yet to arrive.

"Why didn't you just go to the front desk," I asked.

He sighed, "Because Gabriel wouldn't let me leave without screaming, "He's not my Dad!" very loudly, they've threatened to kick us out four times already."

"He's drunk," Bobby smirked.

"Very."

I sighed, sending a glare to the boy sleeping.

"Come on lets find your brother, and hopefully Sam before he has a panic attack," I mumbled, grabbing his hand and helping him detach himself from Gabriel.

Twenty minuets later we were walking into Dean and Danny's room, we walked in on Danny asleep and Dean getting close. Across the room sat two little cradles, a pink and a blue one.

"Hey Dean," John greeted quietly.

He perked up and snapped his head around, grinning widely.

That's when I noticed one of the cribs were empty, a baby swaddled in a blue blanket was cradled in his arms. We all surrounded different cribs, being quiet so not to wake the babies or Danny.

"Who's this one," Bobby asked, grinning down at the little girl in his arms.

"That one's Emma, Ray Winchester," He said proudly.

I grinned as John come over and attempted to take they baby, earning a glare from Bobby.

"Where's Sam?" He questioned a bit disappointed.

"He's.. lost, he went for a walk hours ago and hasn't come back yet," Cas explained.

Dean smirked, "He always does this, he gets bored then he gets lost, every time where in a hospital," He sighed. I'm not going to deny the small pang in my chest, I wonder how many times exactly have the boys been in the hospital.

"Here.. can you take him," he asks John, who is more than happy to take the small infant.

"I'll come with you," I offer.

We walk down the hall way, Dean knowing exactly where he's going.

"Here," Dean smirked, coming to an elevator. "He's been doing this since he was five, scared the crap out of me each time," He smiled, opening the the doors.

There sat Sam, leaned against the wall with his head propped up against his chest. Dean moved into the elevator, shaking his little brothers shoulder.

"Sammy, wake up," He urged. Sam looked up, blinking and bleary eyes. His eyes widened as they landed on his brother.

"Thank God!" He exclaimed, plowing into his brothers chest. Dean laughed and fell backwards.

"Geez Sammy, see a clown," He grinned.

"Nope! A morgue," He mumbled. "I thought I was going to die in this friggin hospital."

"Alright quite being a drama queen, I have some people for you to meet," He says, prying Sam away from his chest.

"O crap! I forgot about the twins!" He grinned.

"Jack and Emma," He beamed.


I walked into the hospital room, being extra quiet. Danny though was awake and sitting up in bed, griping at Dean for letting his family see him like that. Dean just grinned and told her she was beautiful, they still make me sick..

Micheal was holding Jack, Bobby with Emma. "Which ones older," I asked.

"Jack is, by four minuets," Danny told me.

"How you know you were all drugged up," Dean wondered aloud.

"I remember everything Dean," She scowled.

He backed off, taking Jack from Micheal. I went up to him, and looked at the little baby. He had light wispy blond hair, and dark brown eyes. I imagine Emma looks the same.

"Hiya Jack, I'm your uncle Sammy," I introduced, making the room burst into quiet laughter. I frowned at the unwanted attention.

I then turned to Emma, who was wrapped up in pink sucking on her fist. Her hair was blond like Jacks, and if her eyes were open I'm guessing they'd be brown.

"I guess girls a pretty good too," I sighed, grinning down at the baby. The room again erupted into laughter. Bobby started bouncing the baby when the laughter made her fussy.


The people in the room slowly dispersed, leaving just Mom and Danny and me and the twins. I was holding Emma, Jack was with Mom while Danny got some much needed sleep. I stared down at her little face, and I've prayed once and an now I'll do it again. In prayed Id be good at this, the whole dad thing. Then I promised, I promised both of them silently Id never abandon them, even when I got scared, or if things got to hard. I would never repeat my dads mistakes. Id never hurt them, and they'd never be scared of me, never.

I ran my hand over her soft hair, taking notice of the small pink spot on her neck, a birth mark. Her little face was perfect, just like her brothers. I remember when Sam was born and all I could see in him was a potato. But in her and Jack's faces I saw a mix of me and Danny, a mix of hope and future. I wondered about what they were going to be, who they were going to be.

I know me and Danny made a mistake, but this is the best freaking mistake I've ever made.