AUTHOR'S NOTE:

So this is uh, just a cute, short little chapter about Johnny and his family because I skip pretty far ahead in the next "Hunting Demons" chapter.

Also, I have part of it in a POV I have NEVER done before…so be kind, but still let me know what you think.

WARNINGS: None really this chapter.

ENJOY!

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Bobby's POV

I got up incredibly early on December 12, grabbed the present I'd picked out special for Johnny, and then got in the truck and headed for Lana's place. I had marked Johnny's birthday on the calendar and when Lana had called the week before hoping that I would make it to his birthday and then Dean had called days later with slightly conflicting plans, I had to show up. Besides, it wasn't like I wouldn't be showing back up for Christmas anyway, so I needed to get used to going to Lana's.

I couldn't not show up for Christmas when Lana was so incredibly intent on having everyone together like a real family…she meant too much to me. Over the years, Lana had become a daughter to me, and the fact that she treated me like a father and invited me into her life so often just made me feel like a terrible person if I refused her. She was a big girl and she could handle a rejection from me, but at the same time, all the times that she had been there for me, I wasn't going to let her down.

As I made it onto the highway, my phone rang and I picked it, looking at the cover and nodding: Dean. It was 4 o'clock in the morning and he was up? Dean was a lot of things, and he could be ready for a hunt just like that, but he was also a lazy son of a bitch. So the fact that it was Dean calling meant that it had to be an important phone call so I had to take it.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" I asked him.

Dean took in a large breath. "What? No. No…I just wanted to know what it is that you know about today. I know Lana has this big barbecue planned, but I really wanted to take Johnny to the aquarium today."

"Why didn't you just talk to your wife about it?" I asked him shaking my head. "Sounds to me like you have a communication problem."

"I'm hoping waking her up at 6:48 will be romantic enough for her, for her to let me cut into the barbecue." Dean explained.

I raised my eyebrows. "Wait a second…what is romantic about that?"

"That's when Johnny was born." Dean told me, using that tone that suggested that I should have known that all on my own.

I smiled a little bit, and nodded, having a feeling that Dean had finally figured out what it meant to accept someone else into his life. It was kind of hard not to accept Lana once she weaseled her way in there, but Dean was willing to do anything to be with his family. Not to mention deep down we all knew that our time with Lana was counting down, and spending as much time with her as possible was on all of our lists.

"Just get off of the phone with me, put on your big boys pants, and figure it out yourself. I'll see you around 11." I told him, hanging up on him and chuckling a little. "Idjit."

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Dean's POV

Once I got off of the phone with Bobby, I took a little nap and then my alarm went off at 6:30, making me try and wake myself up in fifteen minutes. When I'd splashed my face with cold water and gotten dressed, I laid back down on the bed and ran my fingers through Lana's hair. She smiled a little, her eyes closed, making me smile a little too and take a look at the baby monitor.

"Do you know what time it is?" I asked her slowly.

She opened up her eyes. "What time is it?"

"It's 6:47…one more minute and Johnny was born exactly a year ago." I responded, beaming when the tears came to her eyes and she smiled.

"Baby, this is so romantic!" She told me, kissing me and then nuzzling my nose with hers. "But that doesn't mean that I don't know that you did this just so you could take your son to a free day at the Aquarium."

"What?" I asked her, shaking my head and scoffing. "I'm just trying to be a romantic husband and a good father."

Lana laughed and kissed me again, rolling her eyes. "Don't have conversations with Bobby in the bathroom where I can hear you. Now let's go see our baby boy."

With that she was up off of the bed and I followed her into the nursery, smiling as she leaned on the door frame in her pajamas and grinned. She had wanted to be a mother for as long as I could remember and I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, not wanting to wake him up yet either. One day when he was older, Lana would climb into bed with him and tell him stories about being in labor with him, and praise him and tell him how much she loved him, but for now she was just going to watch him sleep for a little while. He was her baby boy, and no matter what happened or who came into her life, he was number one and she was going to protect him—sometimes I felt like she'd pick him over me, and honestly I hoped she would.

Johnny had so much life to live and he was a year old now—he still wasn't even talking in complete sentences and he wasn't weaned off of breastfeeding yet. Lana was starting to wean him off, but every once in while when he was really fussy, she let him latch on and just cradled him close. She'd been reading books on it and I was trying to help her, but I understood that sometimes she just wanted that attachment…but I wanted another kid with her and I was tired of waiting for our problems to just get solved.

There were so many things we had to think about and yet I didn't want to think about it at all. Every time we got a lead it wasn't a real lead and then we were right back at square one, or stuck in a dead end. What was the point? Honestly? Why couldn't we just focus on being happy right now, and then focus on all of the bad stuff when it happened? Something was off with her, and she was hiding something from me but I didn't know what it was.

"We should probably try and wean him off of sucking his thumb at the same time we're trying to stop the breastfeeding." Lana whispered, leaning into me, running her hands along mine as I splayed them out against her stomach. "We should figure out how to keep his hands and his mouth busy without substituting the binkie."

I nodded and kissed her head. "Agreed. Hey…Bobby said he would be here at 11…"

"Well, what he didn't tell you," she said, turning around in my arms and wrapping her arms around my neck, smiling up at me, "is that we're going to the aquarium first and then we're having the barbecue. Jen and Kevin will meet us here afterwards because she's all sore and six months pregnant, and Kate and Sam are sleeping in, but they'll have breakfast with us and once Bobby's here, you, me, Johnny and him will go to the aquarium."

"Why do you always know what's happening even when I'm trying to be spontaneous?" I asked her, kissing her when she kissed me tenderly. "It's annoying sometimes."

"Yeah, but you always love me anyway." She replied shrugging playfully. "Now…what do you want for breakfast…?"

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Lana's POV

All in all, Johnny's birthday seemed to go off without a hitch. We had breakfast, we sang 'Happy Birthday' to Johnny several times, and the Aquarium was a blast. Yes, Dean had only wanted to take Johnny because it was free to get in the family with a child under five that day with up to four guests, but he was genuinely interested. He held Johnny and pointed out the sharks and the dolphins while I pushed the stroller with the diaper bag, catching up with Bobby. He and I were both glad to have more time to spend together, and we were glad that Dean seemed so happy to spend time with his little boy.

"You can have another baby, Lana." Bobby whispered to me as Johnny clapped over some colorful fish.

I smiled sadly and looked at him. "I really can't…not right now."

"Why not?" Bobby asked me. "You want it…so why are you holding back?"

"There's just too much danger right now." I answered lamely.

The truth of the matter was that any time now I would have to run off and pretend to help Lilith. I had my orders, I was just waiting for Castiel to send me off to her and I knew that could happen any time now—I couldn't be pregnant while I was with Lilith. Right now I wanted to just focus on my little boy, and so we finished up the Aquarium and went home, Kate already grilling steaks out back, Kevin and Sam in the kitchen while Kaydence and Minah played out back.

Johnny was glad that he had some friends to play with, and after eating and reminiscing with the family—Mom, Annie, Penn, Aunt Debra, and even Kalli—and then afterwards, Dean let Johnny cuddle up in our bed with us until he fell asleep. I ran my fingers over his blonde hair and kissed his forehead as he slept, and then smiled at Dean as he stroked my hair and then ran his hand along his son's stomach. He kissed Johnny too and then leaned his head on mine, both of us watching Johnny sleep in his Batman footed pajamas.

"Lets give him ten more minutes and then we can take him to his crib." I whispered, kissing Dean's cheek. "Happy 1st birthday of your son, Daddy."

Dean chuckled and rolled his eyes. "You too, Mom."

"We love you, Sweetheart." I told Johnny softly, kissing his head again and then ran my thumb along his stomach as he sucked his thumb. "Happy Birthday, Johnny-Bear."

Note: I just REALLY wanted to write a fluffy birthday chapter. It occurs to me that I could just make this chapter and the next two one big filler chapter, but I figured the main story really needs an actual hunt right now or it slows down too much, but here: you guys still get these. Feedback is always appreciated!