Awe, this one shot. I love it so. After making up John, I kinda fell a little bit in love with the idea of kids in my little 'verse. So, I decided that those Winchesters were going to make more babies! I wanted Sam and Sarah to have some bundles of joy as well, so then this happened.

"SHIT!" Cas yelled. Dean, Sam, Sarah and 8-year-old John came thundering up the stairs. Dean slammed the bathroom door open.

"What, what!" he demanded, hand moving to the gun Cas knew he had in the back of his pants. She waved a small pink stick around in their faces. Sarah recognized it in half a second.

"Come on, Sam, John. They gotta talk about this one themselves for a bit." She said, ushering her husband and nephew out of the small bathroom. Dean had just lost all the color in his face, seemingly realizing the pink stick's significance.

"… Well, shit." He finally said. Cas shook her head, hiding her face in her hands.

"Damn it! Ever damn time we don't used a condom, I get knocked up." She complained. Dean had to smile a little bit. After almost 15 years on earth (and one kid), Cas had finally perfected talking like a regular human.

"Good thing it's only been twice." Dean joked lamely. Cas sighed.

"You knocked me up on Valentine's Day. How sad and clichéd is that?" she asked no one in particular. Dean snorted.

"Hey, that's right! The kinky rose petal and pink handcuffs sex. Good night." He added, Cas punched him.

"This is serious, Dean. We're having another child. And there's only one spare room left up here, and its Sarah and Sam's by default. What are we going to do?" she asked. Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I dunno Cas. I don't wanna move out, I like to be near Sammy. And I know you like being around Sarah, and John loves both of them." Dean replied. Cas moved closer to him, and he wrapped his arms around the angel.

"We have time to figure it out, I suppose. I'm only about a month along." She mumbled into his chest. Dean grinned. Despite all the complications around it, he was going to be a father again. He couldn't help but be excited.

"Tons of time, angel. You wanna go tell our son why his parents are suddenly cursing up a storm?" he asked into her hair. Cas sighed.

"I suppose we should. I need to stop taking him to training anyway. It is unwise of me to enter Heaven while pregnant." She added. Dean furrowed his brow.

"You did when you were pregnant with John." Cas shook her head.

"Only once, and that was before I was aware I was even pregnant to begin with. The speed at which I fly and the dimension change and a hundred other things are potentially dangerous to our unborn child. I fretted about it for weeks after I realized I had done so without realizing." She added. Dean squeezed her tighter to him, kissing the top of her head.

"It turned out alright in the end. We can just have Gabriel take him every Sunday." He replied. Cas nodded against his chest, and they just stood there for a little while, wrapped up in each other. Cas sighed and stepped away from Dean after about 5 minutes.

"Alright, let's go tell them. Sarah knows, but I'm sure John and Sam are at a loss." She said, making Dean laugh. They entered the kitchen a few minutes later. John was on his feet immediately.

"What's the matter! Is it a demon, a ghost, is something in out pipes!" he began rattling off. Cas shook her head, running a hand through her son's unruly black hair. So like Jimmy's it was kind of funny.

"No, darling, it's not that. It's not a problem, period, actually. Tell me, angel, what have you been wanting for the last little while?" Cas asked, grinning down at him.

"A little brother to teach how to play baseball?" he said, looking confused. Dean chuckled.

"Well, congrats. You're going to be a big brother." He said, watching as a large grin spread across his son's face.

"Really? You're getting me a brother?" he asked, eyes shining. Cas nodded, and Dean replied,

"Well, a brother or a sister. We won't know for a while yet." John gave an ecstatic whoop, and crushed his mother into a hug. She chuckled.

"We're glad you're happy." Cas said.

"We're happy too, just so you know. Though, I'd prefer a niece this time around." Sam added from across the kitchen.

"Bitch, don't go complaining about my kids. Make one of your own!" Dean teased, as his brother came over to pull him into a (manly) hug. Sarah looked happy as well, though a tad on the nervous side. Cas raised an eyebrow at her. Sarah very deliberately (behind Sam, Dean and John's backs) pulled a little pink stick out of her back pocket. A pink stick with a little plus sign on the display. Cas's eyes widened in surprise, but then she grinned, releasing her son to hug her best friend and sister.

"Have you told Sam?" the angel whispered in her ear.

"Not yet. I was going to later today, but then you…" she trailed off, shrugging. Cas pulled back to look her in the eye.

"When?" Sarah blushed.

"More than likely? Valentine's day." She mumbled. Cas laughed in shock.

"Are you serious? Us too!" she exclaimed. This made Sarah burst out laughing as well. The three Winchester men in the room turned to stare at them.

"What's so funny?" Sam asked. Sarah wiped the tears out of her eyes, and handed the positive pregnancy test to Sam. Who started at it like it was going to bite him.

"Sarah… are you… is this… we're…?" Sam couldn't make words. Sarah smiled sheepishly at him.

"Yeah, Sam. You're gonna be a daddy too." She said. Sam broke out into a positively radiant smile, crushing his wife to him in a massive hug.

"I'm so happy." He mumbled into Sarah's hair. Sarah laughed, squeezing him back just as tightly.

"I'm very, very glad to hear that." she replied.

"I get to be a big brother and a big cousin too?" John demanded. Cas smiled at her little boy.

"So it would seem, angel." She replied. John whooped again, wrapping his arms the best he could around Sarah and Sam. They laughed, Sam reaching down to ruffle his nephews hair. Dean grinned at his family, absently rubbing a hand over Cas's abdomen. This was all he needed, really. His brother happy, his angel (and wife) at his side, their son healthy and growing. They could worry about everything else as it came.

Four Months Later (5 Months Pregnant)

"Dude. We gotta move." Dean declared. He and Sam had dismantled the basement, trying to figure out a way to add a bedroom, but leave some space for the kids to play. It wasn't working.

"Man, they are gonna be so pissed." Sam complained, and Dean winced. He knew his brother spoke the truth. After discovering that they had managed to knock their wives up on the same day, Cas and Sarah had banded together, and they were one shit scary team. When they both started throwing up on the same morning, Dean and Sam had spent a week sleeping on the living room floor. When they started to grow too big for their normal clothes, Sam had to take Sarah out shopping and Dean got stuck at home listening to Cas bitch about her old, worn out maternity clothes while trying to help John with his schoolwork. When Sarah ended up getting rounder than Cas, she whined and complained about it. Sam tried to comfort her, and ended up with a shoe to the face. He was kicked out for another week, and Cas spent the week in Sarah's room to keep her company. Dean was pissed he ended up sleeping alone for a week without even having done anything.

"Sam, they get pissed about everything. Their five months pregnant. Remember what Cas was like the first time she was 5 months pregnant?" Dean asked, and Sam shuddered. Yeah, he remembered. There were still burn marks of righteous fury on the side of the house.

"Dean!" Cas yelled down the stairs. The brothers flinched reflexively.

"Yeah, angel?" he yelled back.

"Get up here, Sarah and I have ultrasounds scheduled in 45!" she replied. Sam perked up, dashing up the stairwell. Dean shook his head at his brother. Sam almost wet himself in excitement at the last two, and they didn't even really get to look at the kids. Today, however, both Sarah and Cas were going for those blurry, grainy ultrasound pictures that still made everyone teary eyed even lough it didn't really look like anything but was still your kid. Dean followed his brother up the stairs. Cas smiled at him when he rounded the corner to the front door.

"They're already in the car, aren't they?" he asked, kissing the angel on the temple, then on the top of her rounded stomach.

"Sam was jumping up and down. John's with them. He demanded to be allowed to see his little brother and cousin." She chuckled. Dean snickered.

"What is our boy gonna do if he ends up getting a sister?" Dean joked. Cas snorted.

"He'll survive. You, on the other hand…" she teased. Dean rolled his eyes.

"I'll be fine, daughter or son." He replied. Cas laughed in his face.

"If we have a daughter, she is never going to date. Ever." She retorted. Dean puffed his chest out as they got into the car.

"Damn straight." He replied. They chattered idly in the car on the way to the hospital, John doing most of the talking, planning all the sports he was going to be teaching his new brother and cousin. Cas laughed quietly to herself. Being an Angel of the Lord, she already knew the sex of her child, and Sarah's as well. Her son was going to be a tad disappointed…

Sam and Sarah stepped out of the ultrasound room, bent over a small photograph, both with red eyes. Dean and Cas were on their feet immediately, and Sam smiled at them.

"It's a little girl, so far as the doctors can tell." Sam announced. Dean grinned and slapped his brother good-naturedly on the back.

"Congrats, Sammy. I'll ready the shot guns." He added, making Sarah laugh.

"Go on, it's your turn. We'll faun over your baby's picture next." She added, cradling the image of her daughter to her stomach, and pulling out her phone. Sarah was still in regular contact with her father. He'd been at their wedding, and had been ecstatic to discover he was getting a grandchild. Sarah was dialing him right now to tell him he was getting a granddaughter.

"Mrs. Cas Winchester? We'll see you know." A polite nurse said to the room at large. Dean grinned, dragging Cas into the room. She was shaking her head. No matter how much he might deny it, Dean loved going to these. When he'd first seen John's image projected on that blurry little screen, he'd teared up. He would later blame this on allergies and too-clean hospital rooms when Sam called him on it, but Castiel knew better.

Cas was situated on the squishy chair, the cold goop was slathered all across her swollen abdomen, and the machines started to whirl to life. The doctor moved the probe around a bit, projecting blurred, unrecognizable images across the screen. She paused on a particular shape.

"Well, looks like we have a little foot…" she said. Dean squeezed Cas's hand hard. She could hear his heart rate pick up, "And there's the rest of them!" she added, bringing a grainy, yet somehow beautiful, image of the little baby up on the screen. Dean not-so subtly wiped a bit of moisture out of his eye.

"Do you know if it's a boy or a girl?" the hunter asked. The doctor moved the probe a bit, scrutinizing the image.

"If I'm not mistaken, I'd say you've got a little girl in there. Congratulations." She added. Cas grinned. It was nice to know modern medicine was sometimes as accurate as angelic intuition. She'd know they were having a daughter since she realized she was pregnant. Dean was chuckling.

"John's gonna be pissed. He wanted a brother." He said when Cas looked at him questioningly. She snickered too. Even the doctor joined in.

"Second child?" she inquired, checking a few more things (heartbeat, etc.) before shutting everything down and handing Cas a grainy photo of their daughter.

"Yeah. Our son was so set on having a little brother too." Dean replied. The doctor snorted, gave them a date for their next ultrasound, and sent them on their way. John was right in front of them as soon as they returned to the waiting room.

"Well? How's my brother doing?" he demanded. Cas chuckled.

"You're sister is doing just perfectly." She replied. John seemed to absorb this for a moment, before settling on a surprised expression.

"A sister?" he asked, mildly disgusted. Dean snorted.

"Just think, Johnny boy. You'll be able to threaten any boys who come sniffing around her with a gun!" Dean said. John brightened immediately at the thought. Cas shook her head at the both of them.

Seven Months Later (8 Months Pregnant)

"These kids need names." Sarah said one evening at dinner. The Winchester clan had been moved into their new (significantly larger) home for just over 2 weeks now. John had a bigger room, which pleased him to no end. They had ended up staying in Sioux Falls, so to be near 'Grandpa Bobby' (a name he couldn't seem to shake off, no matter how much he complained about it), and so they could all keep their day jobs as well.

"Girl names are hard." Dean complained. Sam nodded in agreement.

"I like Jessica!" John announced. Everyone else froze, eyes flicking over to Sam. Even all these years later, Sam still hurt over his first love.

"Jessica's a really nice name. Maybe we'll use it." Sam finally said, glancing over at his wife. She nodded, smiling at him.

"I always did like that name." she said, shrugging.

"Maybe a middle name?" Sam added. Sarah smiled.

"I like it. Something Jessica."

"Mary?" Dean said quietly. Sam eyed his brother.

"You don't want mom's name?" he asked. Dean shook his head.

"Nah. I already got Dad. You deserve mom's." he replied with a shrug. Sam reached over, squeezing his brother on the shoulder. Nothing was said aloud, but having been so close to each other for so long, nothing had to be.

"Alright. Mary Jessica… feels like it's missing something." Sam finally said.

"Mary Jessica Winchester… no, I agree. Still missing something." Sarah replied.

"Ellen." Dean blurted. His brother looked at him again.

"Mary Ellen Jessica Winchester… perfect." Sam finally said. Dean gave his brother a small smile, before turning to his angel.

"Any ideas, Cas?" he asked. She glanced down at the table.

"I was maybe thinking… Jo? Or Joanna? We already have Ellen covered, so…" she said. Sam was nodding.

"A middle name maybe?" he suggested. Dean finally nodded, smiling.

"I like it. Jessie Joanna?" he tossed out. Cas stilled. She hadn't expected the Novaks (who were as much her family now as the Winchester's were) to be included.

"I think it's perfect, but it's still missing something." Sarah added.

"James." Cas mumbled. Dean eyed his wife.

"Jessie James Joanna Winchester. Sounds like a daughter of ours." He finally said. Cas positively beamed at him.

"I like to think so too."

About a month after the names of the two future Winchester women were decided upon, Cas went into labor early in morning on Friday, November 13. Dean would later complain that only his kid would have the shitty sense to be born on 'fucking Friday the 13th'. Jessie James Joanna Winchester came into the world just after one o'clock in the afternoon (thirteen hundred hours. Dean complained about this also), to very proud parents and an extremely excited older brother. John almost dropped her the first time he got to hold her, he was nearly vibrating with excitement. She was going to have her mother's (and two of her name sake's) eyes, everyone could just tell, and her father's light brown, straight hair. Cas couldn't keep her hands off the little thing, who was born healthy and strong (naturally. Being half angel will do that to a kid).

Just over two days later, around 11 o'clock on the night of November 15, Sarah went into labor. After a lot of sweat, screaming, and yelling at Sam, little Mary Ellen Jessica Winchester was born early in the morning on November 16, with a shock of fluffy blond hair.

Both girls got to go home on the same day, about a week after Mary was born. Dean was moderately certain his daughter was never going to touch the ground, since he seemed even less able to put her down than he had been able to put John down after he was born. Sam was more or less the same with Mary. More often than not, Sarah and Cas would peek into the living room to find bother Winchester brothers passed out on the couch, daughters clutched protectively in their arms, John snoozing between them.

And the house Angel decided she wouldn't want it any other way.