Thanks again for the reviews guys...I am pulling another all nighter on this one and it's been fun. I love doing the light hearted chaps!!

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Dean opened the front door of the house and set the groceries down in the hall. "Anyone home?" It still felt strange to say that word. Home.

It was the nearest thing they had ever had and it was all down to Brooke. She had rented out her own place in New York and was using the funds to rent this one. When they had left Baltimore, they had no idea where to go and had wandered aimlessly a while. In the end the four of them in the Impala was proving too exhausting and they had to make a decision. They needed a clinic that would still be able to perform the transplant and a good Cardiologist. In the end Han had persuaded them to head to Cambridge, Massachussetts so they wouldn't be too far from the him and his cousins. They were all within an easy driving distance and it was about as secure as they could get. Bonnie particularly loved having Johnny close by and he was generally there on weekends causing mayhem.

Dean had realized fairly quickly that the plan wasn't entirely to help them, as the boys had made it clear to him and Sam that they were planning on hunting. In return for training when they could fit it in, one of them would stay with Brooke and Bonnie if Sam and Dean were out of town.

Life had taken on a routine of sorts, the house was a simple bungalow and had everything that they needed. It was strange staying in one place but he was still with Sam, and Bonnie wouldn't get lonely so that was the main thing. Since they had left Baltimore and Sam had told him what had happened with the demon they had been trying to trace the other families that had gotten his sperm and so far they were chasing their tails. Everything was done anonymously and it didn't seem that they had much hope other than keeping an eye on the area around the time of the births. He had no idea what he would do then, being a father was daunting enough without considering taking on six other half demon kids. Would he have to kill them? He knew he would if he had to but the thought got more repulsive to him with each passing day.

"In here." Sam called from the den. Dean wandered in and found Sam sitting on the couch with Bonnie's legs resting over his lap. He had a book and paused when Dean walked in.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked with a frown.

"Reading to the baby."

Dean rolled his eyes and walked over snatching the book from him. "Figures...leather bound...no pictures. What are you tryin' to do? Bore it into being born early?"

"Very funny." Sam leaned forward and grabbed the book back. "Nicholas Nickleby is a classic. It's culture Dean." He scowled.

"You notice Bonnie's near unconscious? You realize the stuff you read to the kid, she has to suffer through too? What were you thinking? Poor woman needs to be entertained not bludgeoned to death by literature." Dean looked at Bonnie sleeping soundly, she looked so sweet until you noticed the swollen bulge of her stomach and realized she was in fact a grown woman. She had come through the morning sickness which had been hell and at six months she had an amazingly round and sexy figure that Dean couldn't get enough of. He was surprised that he was so turned on by her and had to remind himself that she was supposed to be resting before he got horny with her. She was doing well but was tired all the time and he couldn't help but worry.

Dean crouched by her side and placed a hand on her stomach. "Hey, I'm back."

Her eyelids slowly opened and she stretched slightly. "Wow, I must have drifted off."

Dean glowered at his brother. "Shocking." He muttered sarcastically. "Hey, you want some real culture?" Dean winked and removed his cell phone from his pocket. He hit some buttons and music started playing from the MP3 player. It was Metallica. He put the phone down on Bonnie's stomach and smiled when he saw a small movement beneath the skin. "See that? That's my kid." He said in satisfaction taking the book back from Sam and throwing it over his shoulder.

"So you're ok with your child being a moron?"

"Hasn't killed me yet."

"I give up Dean." Sam raised Bonnie's legs from his lap and moved into his chair, letting Dean take his place.

"Where's Brooke?"

"Work. I'm going to go get her now."

Brooke had been the only one of them to get a regular job. Dean wouldn't let Bonnie work and he and Sam were still busy with hunting so he supplemented their income with poker. Although Brooke had adapted seamlessly to their bizarre lifestyle, she was the only one who strove to provide some sense of normalcy to their lives. She had gotten a job as an Occupational Therapist at a care home. It was a step down for her but it left her free to get Sam fit each evening and work at keeping him strong. The home was a couple of miles away but Sam thought nothing of going there each day, viewing it as part of his workout. Dean had to admit that love did crazy things to a man.

"You have fun Sammy. Me and Juno here are gonna chill out."

"Sorry babe, Johnny's coming over tonight." Bonnie told him.

"Again?"

"Yeah, he's going all Queer Eye on Brooke's ass and said something about knife throwing, I presume that's something you're teaching him."

"Oh crap...yeah. I guess a beer's out of the question then huh?"

"Yeah, I'd prefer it if you didn't start stabbing the neighbors."

"Well as long as he doesn't start with that YMCA stuff again."

Bonnie laughed. "That was classic. You woulda made such a cute cowboy."

"Are you kidding? I woulda made an awesome cowboy, just not dancing with an Indian and a construction worker. A man has his limits and that's way off my comfort zone."

"He just likes teasing you."

"And if he wasn't a third degree black belt I'd kick his ass for it." He sighed and looked at her. "He makes you happy so I guess I can deal. You look tired you know."

"I feel ok...but I guess I could use a lie down, while it's so quiet."

"Are you thinking what I think you're thinkin'?" He grinned.

"Depends." She replied with a smile. "You putting on the cowboy hat?"

He rolled his eyes. "I guess, I can manage a little Yee Haw." He said pulling her to him.

"Well saddle up baby because you've pulled."

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Johnny let himself in later that evening while they were all sat around the kitchen table. Brooke had cooked stew and it was amazing. Dean had to admit that she was great to have around, if he left it to Bonnie they'd be living off Cheetoes. Johnny swanned in wheeling a small suitcase behind him.

"You movin' in?" Dean asked looking at the garish pink case.

Johnny bent to kiss Bonnie on the cheek. "Nope, I've come to work my magic on Brookalina." He bent to kiss Brooke and moved towards Dean.

Dean blocked him with a forearm. "Don't even think about it."

Johnny effortlessly twisted his arm and grabbed Dean in a headlock. That was no mean feat in itself and Dean wondered again how such a strong fighter could be so feminine at the same time. Johnny planted a kiss on Dean's cheek and released him. "If you'd just stop fighting it Dean, it'd make life a lot easier on both of us."

Sam was laughing at Dean's face. Johnny only teased him because his brother gave him so much ammunition. They all loved it and enjoyed watching his discomfort.

"You wanna go get a beer Sam? Leave the ladies to it? I don't think I can face another night of showtunes."

"Yeah, ok. I guess I could use a drink."

"Don't you worry boys, your ladies are in safe hands. I'm going to get Miss Pregnant Teen USA out of your flannel shirts and then Mr Sam, I'm going to bring sexy back." Sam raised his eyebrows. "If it's Lara Croft you want, then it's Lara Croft you're gonna get." Brooke hit Johnny on the shoulder.

"You told him?" Sam asked incredulously.

"Relax Sam, we all know you don't watch Tomb Raider cos you like history. Jesus, let him work his mojo." Dean glanced at Johnny. "Don't suppose you could manage Princess Leia?"

He stood with a hand on his hip as he looked at Bonnie. "Honey, I'm good but I'm no miracle worker, she's more Jabba the Hutt at the moment. Give it a few months for the pelvic floor to snap back and then we'll talk."

Dean frowned at him. "Ok, sorry I asked. We'll catch ya later. Have fun."

"Oh we will."

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The brothers went to a small bar not far from where they lived, they knew the staff by now which was crazy in itself and it felt like an old friend already.

Dean ordered two beers and went to join Sam at a corner table. It was quiet and it was nice for them to catch up. They had spent some time together on the road with one thing or another but all their down time was now focused on other things; Dean had Bonnie and Sam had his rehab and Brooke.

"You ok?" Sam asked.

"Apart from being molested by Michelle Kwan? Sure."

"You know he's just messing with you."

"I know he's good for Bonnie and an amazing fighter, but the sooner he knows I ain't going all Brokeback Mountain on his ass the better."

Sam laughed. "I think your sexuality is safe Dean. You've got half the demons in hell gagging for your seed."

"Dude, I'm trying to enjoy my beer. Man juice please."

"Ok...gagging for your man juice. What are we going to do about this?"

"Hell if I know." Dean took a swig and exhaled. "It's not like we'll find it in Dad's journal...I don't think there's a precedent for any of what we're doing."

Sam leaned forward. "Maybe we were being selfish all along. I mean, this was supposed to be helping me but now I just feel like we've unleashed a new curse on the World."

"One, I'm not lettin' you watch any more Buffy. Two, none of this is your fault. Don't gimme that look Sam cos I know how your mind works. What's done is done and we just deal with it as best we can. This baby is happening and you're walking, just focus on that and the rest we'll deal with when we have to."

"How can you be so casual? We're talking about a possible apocalypse brought on by children you've sired."

"Are you auditioning for a play? Don't be such a pansy. It's not like they can do anything for a few years. We have time on our side."

"You know that this could ultimately become a battle between your child and the rest of them?"

"Again, Sammy. Chill. Let's just get through this one step at a time. We have to keep Bonnie well and happy so she can have this kid safely. Then we have to get you walking...once we do that and cover potty training and pre-school then I guess we'll deal with the impending Armageddon. Ok?"

Sam shrugged. He hadn't said anything to Dean about the Shapeshifter. He hadn't wanted to burden him any more than he had to when Bonnie had been ill. There had never been the right time and Sam figured she wasn't coming back so he need never find out. He dreaded to think what Dean's reaction would be, he was more compassionate than he had ever been but the thought that Sam had wilfully allowed a Shifter to escape with a belly full of his DNA may not sit well with him. Sam swallowed the lump in his throat and decided to change the subject.

"So you got any ideas on names yet?"

Dean took a sip of his beer. "Christ, it's all still a bit freaky ya know? Like it's not real and Bonnie just has a bad case of wind or somethin'" He laughed at his brother's facial expression. "I dunno what to say to ya Sam, I mean...this is all just so alien to me. We've joked about it but it's not something we've discussed that much."

"Like it or not Dean, we have to get ready for this. There's going to be a new addition and we have nothing prepared."

"Like what?"

"Well. The birth for one. We need to have some kind of plan. Bonnie's got no idea what she's in for. I tried to get her into some pregnancy books but she can't seem to focus."

Dean sighed. "Man, do I have to take a class?"

"I think so Dean. Brooke could do it if you're too squeamish though." Sam knew how to push his brother's buttons.

"No, I think I got it. So what do they do, like sit in a circle panting?"

"How would I know? I think they just try to prepare the mom for what's gonna happen. Let's face it, it's not going to be easy on her."

"No, I guess not. I just don't trust hospitals any more though. We know someone's out for us and we have to protect them both, can we do that in a public place?"

"What's the alternative?"

"I don't know...I'll figure something out."

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"So I gotta ask you. What's Sam like in bed?" Johnny looked up at Brooke from the floor. He was readjusting the hem on a dress he'd gotten for her and she was stood patiently as he pinned it in place.

"I'm not answering that!"

Bonnie laughed from her spot on the couch. Johnny had brought a bunch of clothes from the city and they were playing dress up. They had music blaring and junk food everywhere as they enjoyed feeling like regular human beings for a change. He had also brought some fun stuff for them to play with and Bonnie was currently dressed as a cheerleader with her fat belly poking out over the top of her tiny ra-ra skirt.

Johnny had to smile. "Oh, Brookalina...I know that look. It's the look of a woman happy with her lot. He rocks doesn't he? I know he does."

"We shouldn't be discussing this." She countered.

"Haven't you ever had girlfriends?" He asked astonished. "Believe me, this is all we talk about."

"He rocks." Bonnie answered.

"Shut up! Talk about Dean instead."

"Purlease, everyone knows he has it going on but I just wanna know how it works with Sam." Johnny pushed.

Brooke sighed and looked at their expectant faces. "Yes, he's amazing. Satisfied?"

"Is it true what they say?"

"What who say?"

Johnny raised his eyebrows. "Bigger than a baby's arm?" Brooke's eyes almost shot out of her head and Bonnie choked on her soda.

"Where the hell did you hear that? Does everyone know? Is there a memo?"

"Honey I was just taking a wild guess, but thank you for the confirmation."

Brooke slapped him across the top of the head. "Are you done yet?"

"Not even close. We got the clothes done but now for the hard work. We got to do the facial, plucking, trimming and tanning...Bonnie, you better open another gallon of ice cream, this could take all night."

"What's this in aid of? Sam likes me as I am, I don't get the big deal."

Johnny sat back on his haunches and waved his hands dramatically over his face. "I'm just going to channel the spirit of my Grandmother." he said as his eyes rolled back into his head. "In China have saying; for garden to ease tension of man, bush must always be trimmed."

Bonnie started laughing hysterically as Brooke took another swipe at his head. Johnny rolled backwards laughing.

"You so made that up!" Bonnie almost shouted.

"Ah sue me. Fact is, you both need to watch your backs. You think you're the only women hankering after a Winchester? No, so get wise. That means you," he pointed at Brooke "need to do something about this." He waved a hand at her in general. "I don't care what magic you can weave between the sheets, when you go out with that man, you have to let everyone else know that you own his ass."

"He's not an object."

"More's the pity...listen, I'll tell you both something, you will have other women to contend with and I don't need a freaking horoscope to tell me that so be prepared. They're loyal but they're also fallible. Do you really want to have to go through that? No, so listen to the Oracle." He turned to Bonnie. "You Missy also have work to do."

Bonnie put down her bag of Doriotoes. "Huh? I'm already pregnant, what more proof do I need?"

Johnny clapped sarcastically. "Yes, well done for procreating, you're a genius. It's once the baby comes out you have to be careful."

"What d'ya mean." She asked picking at her back teeth.

Johnny rolled his eyes with a grimace. "That's beautiful...I don't think Reece Witherspoon will be losing any sleep tonight." He knelt in front of her. "I'm talking about your pelvis my love."

"What about it?"

"You need to keep it tuned up...you're far too young to pee every time you cough."

Bonnie suddenly looked terrified and glanced at Brooke. "Don't worry there are exercises you can do." Brooke told her.

"For what?"

"To tighten up your lady flower." Johnny answered.

Bonnie gulped. "You mean...it could..."

"Snap like knicker elastic." He added with a click of his fingers.

Brooke almost growled at him as she sat next to Bonnie. "It's ok, I think there are just a few things you need to learn about pregnancy, don't worry, it's not that bad. I'm sure that everything will be fine."

Bonnie covered her face with her hands.. "Oh God, he'll never sleep with my stretchy bits again."

Brooke tried to soothe her. "Dean's a big boy...he'll cope."

Johnny huffed. "Yeah, and even a 747 looks small if it lands in the Grand Canyon."

Brooke scowled in his direction as she took Bonnie in her arms.

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They cheered Bonnie up with some upbeat tunes and plenty of ice cream and had eventually wound up on the floor demonstrating the pelvic floor exercises. Johnny was lying on his back thrusting his hips into the air with gusto. The girls followed suit and soon they were all giggling again.

"See, not that difficult, especially if Dean's lying on top of you." Johnny said.

"You're so mean. You have to go easier on him. He's got a great personality too." Bonnie felt the need to defend him in his absence.

"Yes and the library of Congress contains some fascinating books, but it doesn't stop me appreciating the building. Don't mind me I'm just jealous."

"Yeah well, help me up cos I have to pee again. I swear I must spend half my time in a toilet."

Johnny got up. "And if I never made it clear before, I always appreciate it when you let us know." He pulled her to her feet and she tugged at the short uniform skirt for a second.

"This thing's ridiculous, I need to change." She said putting a hand to her head suddenly.

Johnny gazed at her for a second through narrowed eyes and as though he was expecting what was coming he caught her before she fell to the ground in a dead faint.

Brooke was on her feet in an instant. "Get her to the bedroom." She ordered a little needlessly as Johnny had already picked her up and was carrying her in that direction.

Johnny put her down on the bed as Brooke rummaged through drawers. She pushed him out of the way and sat on the bed. "Bonnie!" She shouted, none too kindly. "Wake up."

There was no response and Johnny started to pace as Brooke opened a cellophane packet and produced a nebulizer. "Hold this over her face." She told him over her shoulder.

He scrambled onto the bed and did as Brooke asked whilst she filled a syringe from a vial. She took Bonnie's arm and patted the inside of the elbow and saw the faint hope of a vein. "Her blood pressure's too low, I have to give her this shot. Keep that steady, she's going to start fighting for breath."

In the last few months Brooke had had some experience of this. Bonnie was prone to fainting and dizzy spells which was why she rarely left the house and was almost never alone. Keeping her going was a full time job and all three of them in the house had been taught how to deal with her sudden attacks. They had to pre-empt any issues or she could suffer sudden heart failure. The pregnancy was affecting the efficiency of her tablets so they were all on edge.

The drugs were administered and Bonnie's chest started to move with more rhythm. Johnny kept a tight hold on her as he made sure she could get enough air through the nebulizer. Brooke sat back a little and tried to still her own heart. She always felt this way when this happened; a mixture of fear and relief. She placed a hand on Bonnie's stomach and felt for movement. She pressed gently and felt a reasurring nudge. She smiled finally.

"Crisis averted."

"Jesus, check my shorts! Does that happen often?"

"Enough to cause concern. It's ok, we can regulate the condition, but this is why she can't be on her own. She hates it but what can you do?"

"Should I learn how to deal?" Johnny looked anxious.

"If you did, it'd impress Dean way more than learning how to throw a knife."

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Sam and Dean came home some time after one and found a quiet house. They never knew what to expect when Johnny was home. One time Dean had found the three of them re-enacting the final scene of Dirty Dancing, another time he was teaching Brooke Karate.

Dean threw his keys onto the hall table and made his way to his room. When he got there it was faintly illuminated by the hall light. He smiled to himself. Bonnie was lying on the right hand side and Johnny was curved into her back with a protective arm around her. They were both sleeping soundly, and Dean thought it funny that if he saw any other man in that position he'd tear his arms off and beat him to death with them. No matter what he said, he wasn't threatened by Johnny and was further reassured that Brooke was lying on the other side of him breathing quietly.

Dean went to Bonnie's side and knelt down. He picked up the empty ampoule of liquid and frowned. The more time that passed, the more maintenance she needed to keep going. She still had three months to go and it was a major worry in his life that she wouldn't get through this.

"Bonnie." He whispered, not wanting to wake the others.

Her eyes opened and she smiled. "I knew I could smell beer. I thought I was having a wet dream."

Dean laughed. "That's your idea of a wet dream? I need some new moves."

"There's always room for one more."

"You look comfortable there, I'll go bunk with Sam."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, just don't make a habit of it." He leaned over and kissed her. "You're alright?"

"I am now."

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The brothers both awoke early. Sam had seen Brooke off to work and they were waiting for the others to wake up. They had no real plans for the day but Dean wanted to get Bonnie checked out again and had made an appointment to see her Cardiologist. She was fainting with more frequency and it was getting to the point where he didn't want to leave her and that was no way to live.

"You ok?" Sam asked.

Dean was sifting through the contents of the fridge looking for something calorie laden to have for breakfast. "Yeah, I guess." Sam was about to push him further when there was a knock on the door. "Can you get that?" he heard Dean ask in a muffled echo.

Sam wheeled round and down the corridor to the door. He reminded himself that they needed to install a spy hole at his height. "Who is it?"

"Your worst nightmare." A woman's voice answered.

Considering the events of the last few months, Sam was instantly on guard. He opened the hall table drawer and removed the Beretta that they kept there. The whole place was stashed with weapons of various descriptions for such an occasion. Sam checked the chamber and magazine and popped the gun under one thigh as he went to open the door.

The woman's eyes were pointing straight ahead as the door opened and lowered to meet Sam's. Her face registered confusion as she took in the chair then quickly reverted to annoyance.

Sam looked at her, he'd never seen her before yet there was something vaguely familiar about her. She was in her late thirties and good looking in a brassy way. Her long blonde hair was overly styled and she was wearing heavy make up. She was in good shape, dressed in tight jeans, high boots and a shirt that could have been sprayed on.

He knew she was no immediate threat and released the gun.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"Well, that all depends..." She said in a New Jersey accent. Sam frowned in question. "Are you the little prick that knocked up my daughter?"

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Oh dear God as if Dean's life wasn't bad enough with a gay stalker, demon spawn, a crippled brother and a seriously ill pregnant girlfriend, he gets the mother in law from Hell come to stay!!

If you think Ellen, Althea and Ling could kick his ass, you ain't seen nothing yet. Will the Winchester charm win her over? Will she find out Bonnie's sick? You know me and my OC's...anything's possible!

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