"Here," the loud voice says to him, cutting into his quiet researching, and when Bobby looks down to the side of his desk chair he sees Sammy, his short arm extended his way with a piece of paper in it.

"What do you got there?" Bobby questions, taking the paper from the young boy and looking it over. "Is that Cass?" He holds the crayon drawing out to Sammy and points to the brown and white dog.

"Yup," he says and points to the near stick person holding the leash with scraggly brown lines for hair. "And that's me."

"Well then I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that the guy with the hat is me," Bobby smiles and taps the taller stick figure wearing what looks like a trucker hat standing next to the stick figure Sammy.

"Yes!" Sammy nearly shouts with excitement when Bobby could make out the drawing. "It's from this morning!"

"From when we walked Cass…" Bobby trails off, looking at the picture and recalling all the times his refrigerator would be plastered with crayon masterpieces twenty years ago. Damn that feels like just it was yesterday. He can't help but miss that.

"Yeah. I like walking Cass. And throwing the ball and making him get it."

"I know you do, kid," Bobby mentions, knowing how much Sam has always loved dogs. He notices the red heart in the bottom corner and his own real heart melts. He remembers Sam doing that to every picture as a kid. It meant it was for him, with love. "You gonna put this on the fridge?"

"I don't think there's room," Sammy says with wide eyes. "Lizzy said it might be too full."

"Too full?" Bobby questions as he peers into the kitchen through the doorway. Lizzy is there with a scotch tape dispenser in front of the appliance.

"Yeah, come see," he says with yet more excitement as he pulls Bobby's hand to get him on his feet.

With no choice, Bobby follows Sammy as he yanks his arm into the kitchen.

"Sammy, you've been busy," he says when he can see that nearly every inch of his refrigerator is covered by a crayon drawing.

"No kidding," Lizzy laughs as she backs away to look it all over. "I don't think we have room for anymore."

"See!" Sammy says with exasperation and his arms out to the sides as Lizzy backs up what he already told Bobby. This gets Lizzy to laugh with his childhood goofiness.

"God, Bobby," Lizzy shakes her head and takes Sammy's side. "Didn't he tell ya!?"

As Lizzy and Sammy just look at him with exasperated faces Bobby just huffs it off. "You two ganging up on me… not sure I like this too much." He ruffles Sammy's hair to show he's just kidding. He then leans down to look the collage over. "So lemme see here."

Bobby starts looking everything over. He drew everything he's seen lately. There's one of Dean and Sammy falling asleep in Sammy's room, one of Lizzy and Dean holding hands, one with Bobby in his Camaro (of course it had more paint and less rust the way Sammy remembers it), and one of Lizzy holding a baby.

"That's the baby?" Bobby asks, pointing to the picture.

"Yeah, that's Sammy," the boy answers.

"You think he has brown hair?"

"Yeah."

"So… do you think he'll look like you?" Lizzy wonders, getting a feeling that he does.

"Yeah, he'll have brown hair like mine and the same name as me," Sammy answers with excitement. "It'll be like he's my little brother and I can be someone's big brother!"

"Wow," Lizzy says with awe at the unexpected statement.

"You've been thinkin' a lot about this, huh?" Bobby asks after hearing the way Sammy sees everything.

"Yeah. Dean's my big brother but I've never had a little brother. I want to be a big brother too." His smile is wide and infectious, making Lizzy grin right along with him.

"Well, Sammy, the baby won't be your brother," Lizzy explains. "He'll be your nephew. Remember? You're Uncle Sammy."

"Yeah, but I don't want to be an uncle anymore. I want to be a brother. Brothers are better."

"But then my Sammy won't have any uncles," Lizzy tries to explain in a more exciting way if possible.

"He has Uncle Bobby! He's already an uncle, silly," Sammy tells her like it's just too obvious.

"Well, I was thinking that Bobby would be more like a grandpa," Lizzy tries a little harder. She pats the hunter on the shoulder. "You know, because he's all old and everything."

"Woman…" Bobby starts in a warning voice.

"No, Uncle Bobby's an uncle," Sammy explains once more, tearing free another strip of tape and affixing it onto one of the pictures to make sure it stays. "That's his name. Uncle Bobby."

"Well I guess you got me there," Lizzy laughs lightly, knowing she can't win this one.

She watches him take the picture he tried to give Bobby back and look for space to put it on the fridge and Lizzy sighs. This is such a weird transition for him and such a strange place to be in with his new age. To an outside person Sammy would look like Dean's and her son, and Bobby's grandkid. If she were to leave the house in a few month with both her Sam's then strangers would just assume she's a mother of two.

With no leads and no plans, she wonders if that's really where they're heading. She thought about it as a distant possibility before but the more she sees of this Sammy, the more he's around and charms her, the more she really wouldn't be devastated if he was trapped in this age permanently.

She just adores him so much.


Off and on reading all day. He's going to go blind… or die of sheer boredom. Either or, whichever comes first.

With a sigh, Dean rubs his eyes and looks up from his old book of demon spells.

"Hiya, Sammy," he says when the boy walks into the living room, somehow knowing it's the young boy instantly. It's something about his gate, his way of carrying himself that screams of youth and ease instead of ridged and too stuffy concern.

"Can you read this to me?" Sammy asks of his brother and holds out an old book. Dean takes it from him and looks over the cover.

"Where did you dig this up from?" he questions, remembering this book all too well from when they were kids. Oh, the Places You'll Go. Sammy loved this one and by the time he was old enough to read everything on his own Dean must have made it through this book a million times.

"It was in the same place I always put it."

"And that would be?" Dean keeps asking as he eyes the book, the binding slowly falling apart and the pages worn with use and time.

"Under my bed."

"Ha, packrat," Dean name-calls as his mind flashes back to Sammy hiding his prized possessions around the house. Being on the road with dad meant minimal items they got to keep. If Sammy truly loved something he kept it at Bobby's, somewhere hidden that no one would find. It was smart. Dean borrowed that same technique for nudie mags and booze in his young adolescent life. He wonders if those less innocent items of his are still hanging around…

"Can we read it?" Sammy pulls him back out of his thoughts.

"Uh, yeah," Dean tells him, putting down the old spell work book in favor of a better book, one with a non-supernatural vibe.

Sammy climbs up onto the couch and sits right up against Dean's side, Dean going into default and bringing his arm around his little brother. Sammy opens the book and lets Dean hold it out in front of him, just like they used to do every now and then when they were getting along as children.

"You start," Dean says to him, knowing how smart his little brother is. Even at five, just kindergarten age, Sammy was reading at a level far beyond the average.

"Congratulations!" Sammy starts, knowing the first word by heart. He giggles with how loudly he says it and Dean can't help but smile. "To-day is your day. You-you're off to… gr… gree-at…"

"Great," Dean gives him a little help.

"Great places," Sammy keeps going. "You're off… and… away!"

Sammy turns the page and looks up at his brother. "This page is your page."

"Oh, my turn is it?"

"Yeah."

"Well ok then," Dean says and looks at the once brightly colored page that had dulled with time. "You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose."

Dean thinks about that for a second, the message resonating hard with him. When Sammy was young how many times did he read this to him? Maybe Sam's determination to get out, to do what he wanted and have a better, different life was Dean's doing all along. He'd planted this seed of thought in his little brother's brain at such a young age through this book. Huh…

And now, if Sammy stays this way, this message could actually mean something for real this time around. If Sam stays Sammy, Dean will absolutely make sure he goes to college, gets a degree, and becomes a good, average guy with a wife and job that doesn't include shotguns and knives. He could be a father, a lawyer, a part of the real world out there.

"Dean?" Sammy interrupts his thoughts. "You didn't finish the page."

"Right…" Dean says with a hint of sadness. "You're on your own. And you know what you know. And you are the guy who'll decide where to go."

"My page!" Sammy says with excitement and starts in. "You-'ll loo-k…"

"Look."

"You'll look up and… down… st, str-eets," Sammy keeps reading, sounding things out just as he had been told to by his teachers.

Walking into the room with a mug in her hand, Lizzy pauses in the doorway when she sees her boys sitting on the couch, Sammy reading and Dean holding the book between them. Sammy's little feet kick happily as they just make it to the edge of the couch cushion when Dean starts to read another page.

Quietly she makes her way to Bobby's favorite chair and takes a seat facing them. She rests her feet on the antique ottoman and places the warm mug on her pregnant belly and watches on silently.

"Out there things can happen and frequently do," Dean reads his page. "To people as brainy and footsy as you."

"I'm brainy, right?" Sammy asks up to Dean.

"Too brainy, kiddo," Dean assures him as he turns the page. "You're too freakin' smart. You're up."

"And w-hen th… thi…"

"You got this one," Dean encourages, knowing he does.

"Th… i… things?"

"Bingo."

"And when things… st… sta-rt…"

As Sammy works on his current sentence Dean glances at his wife across the room. She smirks at him, an eyebrow raised as he further proves how damn good he'll be as a dad. She's been absolutely enjoying this whole disaster in a very specific way. Dean's so easily transitioned into this role that she's impatient for her son to get there already. She wants to see her men together. It'll be awesome.

Dean just grins back, knowing she's getting chick-flicky on him. Lizzy's been one big ass chick flick for months now. He chooses to ignore her and get back to the story when he hears Sammy get caught up on a word.

"Hap… hap-pe… n…"

"Big one. Happening."

"Happening too," Sammy finishes the page and turns it. He smiles when he sees the words, knowing what they're both supposed to do.

At the same time they both loudly read, "Oh! The places you'll go!"

Sammy giggles with the moment and leans into Dean a little, the moment making Lizzy laugh from her spot.

They finish the book together, Dean making sure to use his old-timey voice for the line 'Kid! You'll move mountains!' just like he did when he'd read this one with Sammy years ago.

Once done Lizzy sits up a little taller.

"Nice work, Sammy," she commends him. "You're quite the reader."

"Thank you," she says in return, his feet kicking away happily in his little sneakers as he closes the book and puts it in his lap.

"You're very welcome," she answers back. "And I'm wondering if you've worked up a thirst with all that reading. I made some hot chocolate and was thinking you might want some too."

"Yeah!" Sammy answers with sheer excitement and scrambles off the couch as fast as he can.

"That's what I thought," Lizzy laughs out as she gets up also, much slower than he moves, and brings the now cold hot chocolate with her. She has to make more but it was worth the show. "Come on, buddy. Dean, you want some?"

"Nah, I'm good," Dean tells her as he watches them leave the room, his thoughts suddenly echoing her previous ones.

She's so good with Sammy. It's been completely instinctual too. Dean grew up with a sibling, raised him out of necessity when they were tossed so unceremoniously into this life of theirs, so he adjusted and learned as he went. Lizzy just gets it. It clicks with her.

He suddenly wants his son to be there, actually there. She'll treat him with such love and kindness. His son is easily the most lucky kid there is to have her.

He's pretty damn lucky himself. He has her too.


"What's he listening to?" Dean asks across the couch, eyeing the headphones pressed into her pregnant stomach. She's been doing this for a while now, giving their son the exposure to good music that they both want him to have.

"Bach."

"Classical?" Dean asks.

"After watching Sammy read and seeing how fucking smart he is I'm now determined to make our Sammy just as smart," she says with a grin while patting her stomach. She explained the whole correlation between classical music exposure and intelligence in babies and children a while ago so he gets it.

"Fair enough," Dean smiles at her.

"Plus, when the Bach is done I have some Beatles lined up," she adds in with a knowing smirk.

"White Album?"

"Revolver."

"Good girl," Dean commends her before watching Sam reading through the demonology book for the millionth time while lying on the floor stomach down, chin resting on his folded hands. He didn't even hear anything they just said as he's so determined to find answers. "Sam, there's nothing new in there. You've picked it through…"

"There's got to be something we missed," Sam refuses to hear his brother's pessimism while looking through the book that's as big as him.

"I think we need to start thinking in a new direction," Dean tells him. "We should start fresh tomorrow and take a new approach."

"Like what, Dean?" Sam asks with annoyance clear in his childish tone.

"I don't know," Dean easily admits. "But there's got to be another way. Maybe if we can just find her…"

"And how do you suppose we do that? Call on Cass? We already did that and he came up empty handed and disappeared. He still hasn't come back."

"Don't get pissed at me," Dean tells him when he can see Sam's anger growing.

"I'm not… pissed at you," Sam calms down through his sentence, sounding down right depressed by the end. "I'm just… frustrated." He sits up and then immediately slouches over with desperation. "I don't want to stay this way."

"And you won't," Dean says with determination he doesn't have for Sam's benefit. "We always figure this shit out. This is no different."

"Yeah," Sam complains, hands running through his hair with stress. "Yeah, I know. This just feels… I don't know… bigger."

"Well it isn't," Dean keeps it up. "Actually… it's smaller." He grins proudly at his lame joke as no one laughs. "It's smaller," he repeats and nudges Lizzy with his elbow.

"Funny one, dear," she patronizes him without looking up from her book on her stomach.

"Whatever," Dean grumps before looking back at Sam. "We can handle this, Sam. Trust me."

"I'm trying to."

"Well, try harder," Dean says in his usual way.

"I just…. Damn it. I just want to be there for Sammy," Sam admits out of nowhere and makes Dean and Lizzy listen up. "I mean, after all the terrible shit I've done in my life maybe I should get a do over. Maybe I won't be such a fuck up next time and let so many people down." The way he glances at Dean lets his brother know he's specifically talking about letting him down.

"You haven't let me down, Sam," Dean says without thinking.

"We both know that's not true," Sam stops him immediately. "I've done some good but all the bad has outweighed that by so much. I should start over and maybe save the damn world from more of my destruction but… where does that leave Sammy? He'd be one man down in a war for his fucking life." He looks at Dean and Lizzy hard. "We gotta fix this. I have to be there for him and not distracting you to from him. You don't need another kid right now taking away from him."

Dean takes a moment to look at his determined brother that just gave him a reminder of how damn selfless he truly is. "Ok, Sam. We will get you back. For sure."

Sam just nods quietly while looking in his lap and sits there for a moment. His head then whips up quickly and looks right at Dean with a hopeful grin. "Can I have some ice cream!?"

Lizzy and Dean look at each other with the jarring change.

"That was quick," Dean grumbles, slightly disturbed by the moment.

"Sammy, go get ready for bed," Lizzy says to him as she sees an opportunity. "PJs first and then I'll get you ice cream."

"Ok," Sammy answers and is on his feet in a flash. They listen to his tiny footsteps rush up the old wooden stairs.

Dean sighs and keeps reading as Lizzy gets herself into the kitchen to fulfill her promise, both unnerved by the frequency of the changes in Sam.


The ice cream is thoroughly devoured and now Sammy's dead asleep on the couch. He never transitioned back to Sam through the rest of the night. Instead Sammy was around for another half hour and now he's dead to the world, mouth slightly smudged with chocolate fudge while in his PJs.

"This is bad," Dean says to Lizzy as he looks over his brother, the tiny form sprawled out and asleep on the cushion space between the two adults. Sammy sleeps hard like most kids and even if his arm and head are half off the cushion it doesn't matter. He's done for.

"It's not good, I'll give you that," Lizzy responds, angling herself to face her husband and brother-in-law, taking in Sammy's peaceful face while knocked completely out. "He's been Sammy all night."

"It lasts longer each time, just like Cass said it would," Dean sighs. He then swallows hard and airs what's been killing him a bit. "This could stick."

"I know."

"And I would be a terrible person for kinda, slightly wanting it to stick, right?"

Lizzy smiles small and sad. "It doesn't. Because I kinda want the same." She presses her hands into her stomach when her unborn Sammy starts moving around all the while she looks over the five year old Sammy in front of her. "I keep thinking more about it every time I see him like that."

"We shouldn't be thinking like this, L," Dean says to her, a hand washing down his face with the stress of it all.

"Neither of us can help that," Lizzy points out. "We're not bad people for wanting that, Dean. We're good people. We want what's best for Sam. His life could be better this time, we'd make sure of it."

"And we'd erase so much… just shit," Dean tacks on. "No hell, no Lucifer, no wall, no monsters and demons…"

"Only family and happiness," Lizzy agrees totally. "He could go to one school, have real friends, have girlfriends..."

"Have a mom," Dean says to her, knowing she'd take that role in a heartbeat.

"Yeah," she smiles warmly at him and peers back down at Sammy, moving his hair out of his face lightly. "There's so much he deserves that he never got."

Dean can hear the choked up tone to her voice. Her emotions are so heavy with her pregnancy that's not at all surprised.

"He's just such a bright, sweet little boy," she keeps going, eye welling up. "So innocent. He never deserved any of it."

And the waterworks have begun.

"L, it's ok," Dean reminds her, being nice and patient with her moods. It isn't her fault. She can't stop it even if she wants to.

"No it's not," she cries, her fingers still combing very lightly through Sammy's hair. "It's never been ok. What you two have seen, what you've been through…." She sniffles and wipes her eyes with her free forearm. "You were both just kids, just like all the other kids out there, and this life stole it all from you. I just wish you could be ok."

"We are ok," Dean rebuts her.

"Yeah fucking right," she denies him. "You two are anything but ok. You've seen shit that no one on this planet could comprehend."

"But we're still fine enough," Dean repeats for her.

"But Sam has a chance to wipe the slate clean. The demon blood thing, we can't fix that, but everything else would be erased. That's… that's like a blessing, the kind we don't ever get."

"You're right," Dean tells her, buying everything she's selling right now. "I've been battling with this from the jump. I know what Sam wants…"

"To be back to his adult self," Lizzy says easily.

"Absolutely, but I'm not sure that's the right thing."

"The way I see it, it's morally right either way," she tells him before taking a deep breath and collecting herself. "We either set things right and return him or if we can't we set things right we raise him correctly."

"Well, I'm just gonna look at it like that instead of think too hard," Dean tells her before huffing a laugh of disbelief. "We actually found a win-win."

"Feels strange, right?" Lizzy asks, wiping her eyes once more and smiling a little.

"Feels impossible."

"But it's where we are," she confirms.

"Yeah…" Dean says, his mind drifting to the future. "You'd really do this for him? Take him in like he's yours and raise him?"

"Of course," Lizzy swears. "Hell, I want to. I mean, I think we'd have to rethink our son's name since two Sammy's might be confusing…."

"Shit, that's true," Dean says, disappointed with the idea. "That sucks."

"Yeah, a little."

"Maybe we can keep Robert as a first name, instead of middle?"

"Could do that. If this becomes permanent we'll have to seriously talk about it but that's fine. In the long run it's not a big deal."

Dean smiles sadly and nods. "Thank you."

"You don't have to say that," she shakes her head and looks down lovingly at the little boy on the couch asleep, her hand resting gently on his head. "He won me over on his own. He's a sweet little boy. And you know how much I love Sam. I'd do it with or without you."

He knows she isn't lying.

"You're awesome," Dean tells her but Lizzy hears it for what it really is.

"Love you too."

"I'm gonna get a washcloth for that face," Dean says, pointing to the chocolate mess framing Sammy's mouth before getting up. "Then I'll bring him upstairs."

"Sounds good," she says to him as he leaves the room, heading for the bathroom.

Lizzy stays put, watching Sammy sleep and thinking over a possible future with two little boys, a big brother and a little brother, and she doesn't really hate the idea. She and Dean have already discussed having more kids, both agreeing that that's what they would want in the long run if they got out. Sammy's a wonderful child and she knows he would be an excellent role model for her son. They could be the best friends Dean and Sam have been… even if it means Dean will lose that bond.

Right then Sammy's body twitches sharply once, making Lizzy pause with worry. He soon twitches a few more times, his voice moaning out once in fear, and Lizzy can see where this is going. His nightmares have done a real number on him through all this.

Moving smoothly and calmly to the floor by him, her face level with his as he's belly down with a cheek to the cushion, Lizzy soothingly combs a hand through his hair and speaks in a kind, even tone.

"Sammy, wake up," she says with as little alarm as she can. "Sweetie, it's ok. Everything is ok. Open your eyes."

Luckily, before the nightmare could truly take ahold of him, Sammy's lids flutter open. She caught him before it got bad. He locks eyes with Lizzy and she smiles warmly.

"Hey, kiddo. I'm right here. You're safe," she tells him, her hand resting on his cheek.

Sammy's chin quivers and his eyes glaze over. Before he can fall into any crying she gently pulls him off the couch and into her.

"I gotcha," Lizzy tells him, his slight sobs quiet this time as he's instantly in a safe place. He trusts her completely and finds solace in her easily. "It's ok. I'm right here."

Dean walks into the room with a warm washcloth and sees the scene in front of him.

"What happened?"

"A little nightmare," she explains, her hand smoothing over the back of his head as his face is buried in her shoulder. "But we're ok. Everything is good and Sammy's safe, right?"

Sammy nods without looking up, rubbing his face on her shirt.

"Aw, dude," Dean says with sympathy, sitting on the floor next to Lizzy. He lifts Sammy's face and gets a good look. "It's all good, Sammy."

"I know," Sammy answers back, sniffling once as his tears stop falling.

"You do?" Dean asks, wiping down the trails from his cheeks and the chocolate from his mouth.

"Yeah. Lizzy said so."

"You just believe everything I say?" Lizzy smiles wide, knowing the only person Sammy has that much faith in is his brother.

"Yeah."

"What if I lied to you?" she pries on.

"Why would you do that?" Sammy asks her as he's still in her arms, his face showing how confused he is by the idea that Lizzy would ever be untruthful.

"I wouldn't," she promises. "I'm happy you know that I wouldn't, too. You feeling better now?"

"Yeah."

"Good," Lizzy smiles out. "Because, kiddo, it's bedtime."

"No…" Sammy whines and hugs her around the neck, looking to suck up to her.

"Yes, Sammy," she answers back, getting more stern with her tone.

"Dean, I wanna stay up," Sammy says over her shoulder, playing his next pawn still on the board.

"Don't pit us against each other," Dean lightly scolds the kid's brazen tactic. "If L says it's bedtime then it's bedtime."

"Aww…"

"Aww," Lizzy echoes jokingly right back and looks to Dean in a silent ask. Dean stands up and grabs her hand and elbow of her free arm and helps pull her up with Sammy still in her hold. "I think that's the sound kids make everywhere around the world when they hear the word bedtime."

"But I'm scared," Sammy tells her, tracing the lines of her tattoos on her upper arm.

"Are you really scared or are you just saying that to avoid sleep?" Lizzy questions, taking the words right out of Dean's mouth. He was just about to say that and he smiles with her quick thinking.

"Scared," Sammy answers quietly.

"Ok," Lizzy nods, ducking her head to make sure Sammy looks at her. "Then how about this; I'll lay down with you for a little bit until you feel better."

"That work for you?" Dean questions, watching Lizzy work.

"Ok."

"Yeah?" Lizzy asks with slight excitement to be so accepted by the child. Sammy nods and she grins wide. "Alright, say goodnight to Dean then."

"G'night, Dean," Sammy follows her direction, leaning away from Lizzy with his arms out.

"Goodnight, Sammy," Dean says quietly, hugging his little brother. He then surprises himself when he says, "Love you, kiddo."

"Love you too, Dean," Sammy answer back before he leans away and into Lizzy again, yawning wide.

"Well wasn't that just the sweetest damn thing ever," Lizzy says in jest, looking at Dean with shock.

"Shut up," Dean spits back, ignoring the heat on his cheeks as he gets embarrassed.

"Let's say goodnight to Bobby too," Lizzy says to the clearly still pooped child and heads out of the room.

Dean can hear them talking to Bobby at his desk in the other room, Sammy telling the old man goodnight and Bobby sounding slightly surprised as he returned it. He's probably shocked that Sam's been Sammy for the most part of the night. It's a bit disturbing, Dean will admit but as much as he wouldn't mind the five year old sticking around for a redo he's still scared to lose the twenty-seven year old man that's become his absolute best friend. He knows what's best for Sam, always has, but this blow would hurt. A lot.

But what isn't disturbing is Lizzy. She's taking the helm. Sammy doesn't worry her one bit when he's around and she wants so much to give him everything just as she would her own son. To say Dean's impressed with the way she's handled him would be an understatement. He knew she was good with kids but she's actually far beyond good. She's amazing.

She's everything he and his brother never got to have when they needed it the most. Maybe Sam can actually get that back.

"Alrighty," Lizzy says with a big smile on her face as she pulls the covers over both her and Sammy. "You comfy?"

"Yeah," Sammy says with a bright smile as Lizzy brings an arm around his small frame. He moves in close right next to her, his head resting against her shoulder when they've both fully laid down.

"Good," she says with love to him, his tiny face suddenly too content with the company. "But you know you can't do this every night, Sammy. You have to be a big boy and go to bed alone."

"But you don't."

"Excuse me?" Lizzy asks with surprise at his return.

"You sleep in Dean's bed every night. You don't sleep alone so why do I have to?"

With his bright hazel eyes looking up at her she realizes that she has no true answer to give him that would make sense. Fuck, Dean was right. He's too damn smart, maybe for his own good.

"You make a very good point," Lizzy tells him as she brings her arm tighter around his shoulders.

"Thank you," Sammy says innocently while on autopilot. It sounded like a compliment or something and Dean taught him to be polite.

As usual lately, when Lizzy lays down her son starts moving and shaking with the level change.

"Hey Sammy," Lizzy says to the boy as she picks up one of his tiny hands. "Wanna feel the baby again?"

"He's moving!?" Sammy asks, his head picking up with what she says. Instead of answer Lizzy simply presses his palm into her big belly, letting him feel. "That's so cool."

"Isn't it?" Lizzy agrees.

"Yeah," he answers in a big yawn.

"Head down, kiddo," Lizzy tells him, pressing his cheek to her shoulder again. Sammy moves so that he's facing her on his side, his hand splayed out as he keeps feeling the baby moving. "Close your eyes."

"Why does he move so much?" Sammy asks as he lids shut, relaxing into her.

"I think it's because Dean is his daddy," Lizzy jokes. "Wasn't Dean kinda crazy as a kid?"

"Yes. He never sat still very good, that's what dad says," Sammy answers back easily.

"So you remember Dean as a kid?" Lizzy wonders, her mind confused how this kid could remember both young and old Dean but not question the fact that he's suddenly in this thirties.

"Yeah."

"Do you think it's weird that he's so old now?"

"How old is he?" Sammy questions, the sleepiness taking over his tone quickly.

"He just turned thirty-two."

"Oh…"

"That's not strange to you?"

"Dean's old."

Lizzy laughs quickly and quietly. "I think you should tell him that tomorrow. He'd love it."

"Ok."

Sammy just doesn't seem to care that Dean's so much older than he should be compared to himself. Maybe she won't press this issue any longer. It's easier if he doesn't anyways.

"Goodnight, Lizzy," Sammy gets in just as he's drifting off.

"Night, Sammy."

"Goodnight, brother," Sammy then says as his hand against her stomach tightens into a fist and then relaxes, his way of saying goodnight to the baby.

"Oh boy," Lizzy complains a bit but kisses Sammy on the forehead anyways. The little boy is just so determined to have this child be his little brother. Of course it's so sweet and too cute that he cares so much already but it hurts. He's not her son's brother. Sammy is not her son… even if more and more she somewhat wishes it was true.

Thinking about that, the future she suddenly wants looking much different than it did before, Lizzy drifts off herself. It was perfectly comfortable there.

The next thing she knows she can hear her name being called out to her in a whisper and a pair of lips kissing her own so gently she smiles after.

"Hey Hot Shot," she says right before she opens her eyes to see Dean standing by the bed.

"You look awful comfy," he comments with a grin of his own, crouching down next to the mattress.

"Too comfy," she admits, waking herself enough to get up.

"I can see that," he responds, pulling back the blankets for her to get out. When he does he catches the sight of Sammy's hand on her stomach. "Was the little guy moving in there again?"

"Oh yeah," Lizzy answers, sitting up and swinging her feet over the edge of the bed. "Sammy here gets a kick out of it every time."

"I'm sure he does," Dean tells her, taking her hands and pulling her up to stand. "I think you fascinate him. You're like a big science experiment."

"Great," Lizzy laughs with the idea. "He said good night to him too."

"Aww…" Dean starts to joke a little but Lizzy stops him.

"He said 'goodnight, brother'."

"Oh," Dean's face drops immediately. "Well that's… I don't know what that is."

"He's determined, I'll give him that," Lizzy sighs quietly, watching as Sammy curls up and readjusts in his sleep once she's gone, never waking up thankfully. "But why?" She looks over to Dean with serious concern. "Why is he so damn determined?"

"Not sure," Dean admits. "I mean, he's never had a little brother… or a mom. And Sam's always been a driven son of a bitch when it comes to things he wants."

"Maybe that's it," Lizzy nods, bringing an arm around Dean's waist and leaning into him. "I'm tired."

"Then bedtime it is," Dean decides, a hand running over her stomach before walking with her to their own room.

They settle into their normal routine, or what has become normal since Lizzy moved in with Bobby and when Dean can be there. They brush their teeth, undress, get into bed and find that comfortable place that has replaced their default position. Lizzy on her back, Dean's head on her shoulder and arm around her stomach out of sheer protective tendency.

Dean sighs with love to be right where he is, next to his wife and soon enough to be born child, when something dawns on him.

"Huh," Dean says before getting out of bed.

"What's happening?" Lizzy questions, watching Dean stand next to their bed and lift the top corner of the mattress. He reaches his hand in and his face suddenly lights up.

"No shit," he says with a smile and pulls back his hand. He then looks down at the magazine in his hand with nostalgic love.

"What's that?" Lizzy wonders and Dean holds it out for her. She rolls her eyes to see the mid-nineties Playboy in his hold. "Figures."

"Dude! Jenny McCarthy!" he grins with excitement before turning it back to his own eye line.

"And what made you think about this lovely lost treasure all of a sudden?"

"Sammy."

"Come again?" she laughs at the answer, not expecting to hear that a child made him remember a nudie mag.

"He used to hide his prized possessions around here when he was little," Dean explains, flipping casually through the magazine while talking, fondly remembering the old pages as he eyes scan them. "Dad wouldn't let us keep much on the road so he used to hide stuff around Bobby's so he could keep them. That book, 'Oh, the Places You'll Go', that was one of his things he hid."

"And his hidden literature made you think about your own?" Lizzy asks with a grin.

"I kinda stole the idea from him," Dean admits, glancing at her once before looking back down, turning the magazine to look over the centerfold. "I mean, I used it on skin mags and booze but still… a good idea is a good idea."

Lizzy laughs, watching him for a second. Of course Dean's version of a walk down memory lane includes naked chicks and underage drinking but she assumed that. She is well aware of the man she married.

"God damn, McCarthy was hot," Dean comments. "There's a reason she took up a lot of space in my dreams."

"And now you get to look at hot chicks… which is a departure for your life right now," Lizzy jokes as she places her hands on her pregnant belly with a laugh.

Dean looks up at her over the top of the pages and smirks. He then tosses the magazine over his shoulder, the issue falling on the floor behind him without a care as he looks at her.

He dives for her, yanking the blankets over them as he buries his face in her neck, making her laugh.

"Mm," he grunts out as he gets on top of her immediately, leaning way over her protruding stomach and kissing her neck. "I got all the hot chick I need right here."

"Oh my God," Lizzy giggles again, his hands already taking her sweatpants down. "You're insane."

"And you're hot," he reminds her, still truly thinking so even with just under two months left for her. "Gimme."

"Give you what?" Lizzy asks, giggling again with his crazed attacking.

Dean sits up, pulling her legs into the air as he gets rid of her pants completely. He then brings her legs to either side of himself and pauses, looking at her mischievously. "Everything."

He leans down and attacks again, Lizzy laughing a little more with how silly he can truly be when he lets himself relax for a moment, and her voice soon enough turns into something else.

As Dean happily makes his wife moan the vintage magazine he was so excited about just moments before lies untouched on the cold wooden floor just feet away.