"Daddy wake up! Daddyyyyy!"
Sam woke up to a pair of tiny hands gripping his face with all their might.
His two year old daughter was plopped between her parents in their bed, half of her little body propped onto Sam's.
He mumbled and rolled over to face Leah, smiling sleepily.
She grinned and snuggled into his chest.
"What's the matter honey?" Sam asked.
"It's Sat-a-day. Sat-a-day is when you make pancakes."
Dean awoke shortly after, hair ruffled with sleep, eyes half open.
"Where's the fire Lee-Lee?" He asked, using the nickname he gave her when she was just a few weeks old.'
"No fire, pancakes," said Leah firmly, and both Sam and Dean chuckled.
This is how their life has been for the past few years, the brothers and their daughter, living together in a quiet house among fields and forests in Wisconsin.
Dean still worked as a construction worker but took up considerably less hours, while Sam stayed at home with Leah, and attended school online.
Sam wanted to get his bachelor's degree and eventually start teaching at a college or high school.
They had a perfect life: they loved their daughter and each other. But something was missing.
That night, after putting Leah to bed, Dean walked into the master bedroom they shared to see Sam sitting on the edge of the bed, brow furrowed.
Dean knew this face of Sam's, it meant that he was thinking hard about something.
Dean promptly sat next to him. "What's up, Sammy? Whatcha thinking about?"
"I don't know. I've just been thinking… I think it's time Leah has a little sibling."
This came as a shock to Dean, whose eyes grew wide.
"Wow Sammy, how long have you been thinking about this?"
"For awhile now, I guess. A month or so. What, you don't agree? Let me know here."
Sam turned around to face Dean, as he was staring at the carpet the whole time he was talking.
"No, Sammy, I mean I think it's a great idea and I agree… Leah would love a little sibling, it's just…" Dean trailed off, not finding the right words.
"It's just what?" "It's just, are you sure you're okay with carrying our child again?"
Sam looked hurt, and stood up off the bed, arms crossed. "What, are you saying I couldn't handle it? Because I damn well handled it okay last time."
"No that's not what I meant, Sammy, don't be mad." Dean rose and placed a hand to Sam's cheek, stroking his skin with his thumb. "I've thought about this myself. I think we should do it."
"Really?" Sam smiled.
"Of course, baby, why wouldn't I?"
Sam suddenly grabbed Dean into a tight hug, nuzzling into his neck and stayed that way for some time. "I love you Dean. I can't wait to carry our baby," Sam whispered.
"I love you Sammy," Dean whispered back.
They pulled away from each other, and Sam noticed tears brimming in the corners of Dean's eyes.
"Dean, what's wrong?"
"Nothing… I'm just so happy Sammy. I can't believe this happened, that I'm so lucky to have you and Leah and this life together." Dean kissed Sam once more, this time it was ferocious and full of want and need, full of love and heat and passion.
They collapsed onto the bed, and giggled like teenagers as they took each other's clothes off.
They made love that night and afterwards they fell back into bed, happy and exhausted, tangled up in each other's arms. They lay there without speaking, until Dean spoke up.
"Hey, Sammy?"
"What?"
"You know we're gonna have to go visit that crazy frog lady."
