A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the guys…*sighs*


Today was the day and Brooklyn couldn't get out of the wheelchair and into the Impala any faster. The nausea was gone thanks to the medicine and she had eaten quite a bit for the last day and a half. The doctor had talked with Susan about dispensing the medicine as she was a registered nurse at the hospital as well.

Dean helped her in as Tristan waited patiently in the front. Deacon had talked to her the day before after she stormed to her room and together they devised a way to make the Winchester men talk.

Previous day…

Tristan sat on her bed, pouting and seething at the same time. She couldn't understand why her daddy wouldn't talk to Grandpa John. Uncle Sam did all the time so why was it so hard for her daddy to do so?

"Tristan?" Deacon lightly knocked and stepped in. "Tristan, sweetie, we need to talk."

Tristan kept quiet and didn't look up at her grandfather as he sat down on the bed. Deacon noticed how much she looked like Dean in that position. It was so uncanny.

"Tristan, I know you're upset with your daddy," Tristan kept silent with her arms crossed in defiance.

"Look kiddo I know it hurts seeing them like this but honey they're so stubborn."

"Why?" She finally looked up with teary eyes.

"That's something those two will have to work out but they need a boost. So why don't you and I do that?"

"How?" Tristan uncrossed her arms and turned to Deacon. Her curiosity was piqued and eyes bright as she listened to Deacon's idea. The little red head slowly smiled and nodded her head. Her tiny grin widened into a cheeky smile as thoughts danced in her head.

Present time….

Tristan flung her arms around Brooklyn who nestled against her daughter.

"I missed you Mommy," Brooklyn sighed and kissed the top of her forehead.

"I missed you too sweetie," Tristan spotted the bandage on her hand and arm.

"What happened?"

"Those are places I had the IV fluid and medicine injected," Brooklyn pointed at each spot. "It helped me get better."

Dean slid in the driver's side and looked over at his girls. He didn't realize how much he loved them until that very moment.

"Ready to go?" Dean asked as his baby roared to life. Brooklyn nodded in silence while Tristan kept quiet. Her hand covered a part of Brooklyn's stomach in a protective manner. She couldn't wait for her brother or sister to arrive. There was so much she wanted to show him or her.

Jess and Sam put the finishing touches on the living room while Susan and Deacon tended to the dinner.

"Smells good in there!" Sam hollered as he pinned the end of the banner. Jess playfully rolled her eyes at him. He was a sucker when it came to Susan's home cooked meals and almost always never missed an opportunity. His favorite was macaroni casserole with tossed salad and homemade garlic bread.

"Thanks Sam," Susan leaned against the frame and wiped her hands clean. "Just for that I'll throw in some apple pie," she winked at the younger couple before turning back around. Deacon was busy pulling the pie out and setting on the rack to cool. Brooklyn loved her mom's pie growing up and it was appropriate to make it now.

"Sam, have you talked to Dean about calling your dad?" Jess hopped off the chair.

"No," Sam shook his head as he put it back against the desk. "Whenever I bring it up he gets all testy and moody about it. I'm waiting for another head to pop out a la Aliens style and bite mine off."

"Tristan really wants him here for the wedding," Jessica tended to the vases. Sam had ordered a few bouquets to brighten up the house. They were a blend of irises, snapdragons, tulips, germinis, larkspurs, asters, hyacinths, Israeli ruscus, and salal. The name was Monet's Garden on the tag but the label didn't matter. It was the thought that counted. Jessica noticed the rich beauty and spectrum of the blossoms knowing they would cheer Brooklyn up while Tristan would just die.

"Hello?" Jo called out with Jimmy on her heels. The little guy darted from room to room but didn't see Tristan.

"They're not home yet kiddo," Sam saw the slight pout turn right side up into a smile.

"Okay!" Jimmy headed in the kitchen to get in Deacon and Susan's hair. Jo spotted the twin vases and bouquets.

"Sam these are perfect! Brook loves irises and snapdragon."

Sam had a goofy grin on his face and a tinge of red on his cheeks. Jessica and Jo giggled at his small display of chagrin which turned it into two large splotches on his face.

Deacon watched as Sam looked shyly away and turn around as his face was now a deep red. Leave it to the girls to find a way and embarrass poor Sam. He remained hidden in his vantage point from the kitchen and continued to watch Sam stumble and sputter. Those two always did have an effect on the boy even now as adults. After a minute Deacon shook his head and broke away from the fluffy scene to see how Jimmy was doing. The little guy had followed him around until Deacon assigned him the important task of setting the table. Jimmy had been methodic and precise in placing every plate, spoon, fork, and napkin. He wanted it to be perfect for Tristan and her parents as he knew Tristan had been down about her mom having to be in the hospital for so long.

"Mr. Deacon?" Jimmy tugged on his shirt. "I'm done."

Deacon turned around and looked over the meticulous place settings.

"Mm hmm," he said in his official tone while checking over everything. Jimmy giggled as he watched Deacon look over every item on the table before standing to face the boy.

"Well young man I must say you have mastered the task I gave you," the grin broke on his lips which made Jimmy stand up straight and puff his tiny chest out. Jo came in and noticed the pride beaming on her son's face.

"Momma I did it! Mr. Deacon said I did it!" Jo picked her little guy up and kissed his cheek.

"He did huh? Well I think you are quite the helper," she tickled his stomach making him squeal and twist in her arms. She kept it up as the laughter of her son was the one sound that could wash away her sorrows and pain. Even when she was happy Jimmy's laughter made the day brighter than it was.

Dean turned down their street and spotted the familiar vehicles parked around their house. He was glad to be taking Brooklyn home as he had missed having her in his arms when he slept. Tristan had been experiencing sleep deprivation and found her way to his and Brooklyn's room a few nights in a row.

Daddy I can't sleep…..Can Hawkeye and I sleep in here?

He had smiled through tired eyes and patted the edge of the bed. Tristan had fallen asleep seconds after hitting Brooklyn's pillow. Dean had stayed awake and watched as the little red head had found peace. Hawkeye had slipped from her arm and Dean would secure the silly bird back in her grip.

Brooklyn looked up at Dean who smiled tenderly at her. His jade depths reflected brightly with the endless love his heart held for her.

"Welcome home," Brooklyn smiled lazily and leaned across the seat. Dean met her halfway in a light but tender kiss.

"It's good to be home," she breathed out. Tristan had fallen asleep against her though the small hand was splayed out over her stomach.

"Tristan," Brooklyn shook her daughter lightly. Tristan rubbed her eyes and groaned.

"Are we home? I'm hungry," were the first words from her mouth. Dean laughed as she was definitely his daughter.

"Yep we sure are kiddo," Brooklyn waited for Dean to pluck her from her lap before she slid out from the Impala.

"Oh no Brook," Deacon was by the door. "You're gonna take it easy."

"Dad," Brooklyn protested. "I'm not an invalid. I mean was in the hospital for severe morning sickness."

"Well that medicine sapped your energy and strength," Dean nodded at the chief before sliding out with Tristan wrapped around his neck. Brooklyn sighed and let her dad help her out.

Everyone gathered around the entranceway as the tight knit family made their way up the lawn and towards the front pouch. Tristan was riding piggyback now and kept yelling at Dean to go faster.

"Faster!"

"No kiddo," Dean huffed. "If I do then Daddy falls down and you go with me."

"Awww," she pouted.

"Tristan," Brooklyn shot a warning look in her daughter's direction. Deacon grabbed the door and let them enter. Caleb would be by in a bit with the gift everyone had chipped in for.

Okay next update soon!!!!