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Content Warning for more mild smut. These kids just can't keep their hands off of each other!

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I was in the ambulance, strapped to the stretcher, hearing the rain pounding on the roof.

The pale nurse looked down at me. "I can't wait to drink your blood," she said.

I looked around at her and the other nurses. Suddenly, their eyes all turned black, and I screamed.

I felt pressure in my stomach and looked down- my belly was huge, and swollen. As I watched, it moved, as if the baby was turning inside of me.

"The baby's almost here, but I can't wait," one of the other nurses said. She opened her mouth- I saw huge fangs, and she leaned down and bit my stomach, and I screamed again-

"JANE! WAKE UP!"

Someone was shaking me. I opened my eyes—Dean was leaning over me, holding my shoulders.

"You were dreaming, it's okay," he said.

I blinked, staring up at him, willing myself to believe that, and I burst into tears.

Dean sat down and put his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. "That must've been some dream, you were moaning, and then you screamed."

"I was—in the ambulance again...the nurses were there, their eyes...turned black...and then, my stomach—it was big, she said it was almost time for the baby but she couldn't wait...and then she...she...bit my stomach!" I shuddered with sobs, and Dean tightened his arms around me.

"Shh, shhh, it's okay, Janey, it was just a dream, you're safe now, I gotcha...you're okay, babe."

I finally calmed after several minutes, and he let me go and sat back. "Hey, I was gonna start dinner, you hungry?" He tucked my hair behind my ear, looking into my eyes.

"I, um, I guess..."

"We got more of the same- chili, beef stew, and spaghetti. Oh, and I found some crackers in the trunk, and some beef jerky. It's a little tough, but it's still edible," he grinned, "Like me."

"Oh, you-" I pushed at his chest, and he laughed.

We stood up, and I went to the bathroom while he went outside onto the porch.

Sam was standing in the kitchen with the cans of food. He looked at me with concern as I walked over to him. "You okay?"

"Yeah, it was just a dream," I tried to shake the fear that I still felt.

"Nothing bad will happen to you while you're with us," he said.

"Thanks," I smiled at him.

Sam and I sat at the little table and crumbled stale crackers into our stew and chili. Once again, Dean heated his food up last and ate it straight from the pot.

"I'll wash up this time," I stood up from the table, picking up my bowl and taking it over to the sink.

I took Sam's bowl and spoon and set them into the sink.

Dean came over and stood behind me, and I turned to reach for the pot in his hand.

He pulled it away. "Ah ah," he said, giving me a little grin, "I want dessert."

"We have dessert?" I frowned, confused.

He leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips. "There we go," he smiled down at me, and I couldn't help but smile back as I huffed at him. He handed me the pot and his fork.

"I'm gonna go check the camp stove," he said, and went onto the porch.

I had just started washing the pot when I heard an ear-splitting yell.

"HI-YAAH!"

Dean had come inside, and Sam had quickly clambered up onto the arm of the sofa and then jumped onto Dean's back with a shriek.

Dean spun, trying to grab at Sam.

I turned from the sink and hurried over to them. "What are you guys doing?"

"I can be just as quick as you," Sam said.

Dean bent forward and flipped Sam off of his back, and then Sam rolled and stood up quickly. Dean's hand shot out to cuff Sam's head, and Sam knocked him away. They circled each other like two cats, and I understood that they weren't really fighting, but practicing.

They continued to circle each other and try to either hit or kick, but they were both fast and light on their feet. Finally Dean got ahold of Sam, and they ended up on the ground, with Dean pinning Sam down.

"You give?" Dean panted.

"Okay! Okay!" Sam gasped, tapping Dean's arm.

"Say it, ya punk!"

"I give!" Sam tapped Dean again, and Dean let him go, and then stood up. He leaned down and extended his hand to Sam to help him up.

"Good job, Sammy, that's the longest you've lasted yet," Dean said.

Sam beamed shyly.

"Now go take a shower, you stink," Dean cuffed the side of Sam's head.

"Hi pot, I'm kettle," Sam smirked at Dean, walking over to his duffle.

"I don't stink, I smell manly," Dean put his hands on his hips and stood up straight and proud.

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that," I said, "You and your 'manly smell' can sleep in the car tonight."

Sam laughed as he walked towards the bathroom. "Oh, I like her, we need to keep her around."

"Oh yeah? Oh yeah?" Dean came towards me, and I backed away from him as he put his hands up menacingly. I felt the backs of my legs hit the sofa, and sat down. Dean leaned down and grabbed me, and began to tickle me mercilessly. Soon I was panting and sweaty from laughing.

"You keep this up and I'm gonna need a shower too," I said.

"Ooh, you can shower with me, baby," he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Yeah, right-" I started to say, and then I shrieked as he began to tickle me again.

He grabbed my wrist and held it up against the back of the sofa, and leaned close to me.

I looked up at him, and he looked down at me, and it was as if a flame ignited.

He bent his head and began to kiss me, and then he was on top of me, pushing his hips into mine. I put my arms around him, feeling the way his damp shirt clung to his sweaty skin, and felt him running his hands up my sides. He cupped my face and bent his head to lick and suck at my neck. "Mmm, salty," he murmured. I shivered with desire.

Then he sat down on the sofa and lifted me onto his lap, facing him. I straddled him and tilted my hips forward. He groaned as I ground myself into him, feeling his hardness against my groin.

One of his hands cupped my butt and the other brushed gently against my breast, and I moaned.

I kissed him deeply, running my fingers through his hair.

He put his hands on my hips, directing them so that they moved in time with his. I gasped and arched my back, pressing my chest to his.

"God, babe, you feel so good," he murmured, kissing the side of my face and then pressing gentle little feather-light kisses down the side of my neck. When he got to just above the collarbone he stopped, and began to suck on the skin there.

"Dean, stop, don't give me a hickey," I pushed on his head and sat back.

He sat up and gazed at me, his eyes intense with longing. "I want you," he whispered.

"Yeah, well, I don't think anything can happen, with your little brother here," I hissed.

"Hmm, we'll see," he brushed his fingers across my breast again, and I shuddered at the sensation.

"You like that?" he did it again, and I shuddered again, and exhaled a little moan. He unzipped the hoodie I was wearing, and reached in, cupping my breast, and then I felt his thumb teasing my nipple, making it harden. An electric pang shot through me, and I moaned again and rolled my hips harder against his. He moaned, and began to kiss me insistently, and then he pulled at the neck of the gown, and bent his head to kiss below my collarbone.

"Your skin...is so...soft..." he breathed as he kissed further down, cupping my breast again and pushing it up. He leaned forward and ran his tongue down the crevice of my cleavage.

"Ohhhh my God, Dean," I moaned as he thumbed my nipple again. I was on fire, my nerve endings alive, and I wanted him-

There was a loud screeching sound and then a couple of metallic bangs.

"What the heck-?" I asked, startled.

"It's the pipes, they're old, and they make noises sometimes, it's cool," Dean leaned down again, but I felt distracted now.

"Does that mean the water's off? Sam's going to come out here in a minute, Dean."

"He's seen me makin' out with a chick before," he murmured, nuzzling the top of my breast.

"Okay, well, I'm not used to that," I pushed at him, "Dean, c'mon."

He sat up, and sighed. "All right, all right."

I moved off of him and sat next to him, and he shifted on the couch and adjusted his jeans, which were bulging again.

"You sure you don't wanna join me in the shower? We'll have privacy in there," he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Is that all you ever think about?"

"Well, I'm a teenage guy, so...yeah," he grinned wolfishly at me.

The bathroom door opened, and Sam walked out with a towel around his neck. "It's all yours," he said, tossing the damp towel at Dean.

"Why you little!" Dean got up and began twirling the towel, and when it had tightened up into a twist he flicked it at Sam's butt.

"Ow! Cut it out!" Sam turned and waved his arm at Dean.

Dean took some clothes out of his duffle and walked over to the bathroom. "Last chance to shower with this amazingly hot bod," he said to me.

Sam made retching sounds, and I laughed, and said, "No thanks."

Dean shook his head and went in, closing the door behind him.

Sam had wandered over to the shelves, and he pulled a couple of flat boxes out. He brought them over to the sofa where I was sitting and blew the dust off of them, making me sneeze.

"Let's see, there's Checkers, Dominoes, and...this looks like Backgammon. Want to play something?" He looked up at me shyly.

"Um, the only thing I know how to play is Checkers, sure," I agreed. He walked over to the little kitchen table and I got up and followed him. He got out the board and set it up, and we sat down and began to play.

The screeching of the pipes announced that Dean was finished with his shower, and a couple minutes after all the noise, the door opened again.

Dean walked over to us and took in what we were doing. "Hey, wanna play Strip Checkers?" he joked.

"That really is all you think about!" I exclaimed.

Sam rolled his eyes and made a scoffing noise.

Dean went over to the duffles and did some sorting through one of them, removing items of clothing and smelling them. "Soon's we get back to civilization, we're gonna have to do some laundry," he looked over at Sam.

I turned in my chair. "What's going to happen next? Where will we go?"

"Well, usually...Dad finds a place for us to stay, sometimes it's a hotel, sometimes it's a little house, depending on how long we're gonna be in the area. Sometimes he's on a long hunt, and sometimes he takes several small cases back-to-back." Dean folded the jeans he was holding and stuffed them back into the duffle.

"What's a long hunt? I mean, how long? Weeks? Months?"

"Uhh, it can be a couple-few weeks sometimes..." Dean got an uncomfortable look on his face, "He's doing this to make the world a safer place."

"I'm not judging, Dean, I just wanted to know. This- hunting, and supernatural and all...is new to me. I have no idea what's going on, so you're going to have to tell me."

I saw a look pass between him and Sam, but I didn't know what it meant. He walked over to us again. "Okay, yeah, I get it," he said evenly.

"What about school?" I asked.

"Geez you ask a lot of questions!" he huffed, "We usually get enrolled in a school, sometimes it's only for a couple weeks. And then we just go where things take us."

"What about me?" I looked at him and then Sam, "Will I be able to go? I mean, how do you deal with transcripts and all that? I don't—I don't have, you know, my birth certificate or vaccination records or any of that stuff."

"Our Dad gets paperwork made, and fakes it. He can probably get you some," Sam told me.

"How do you know about all that? For someone who's a civilian, you're awfully informed," Dean looked at me curiously.

"Well, we moved when I was younger, when my mom—she met and married Trent. And we moved to a bigger house, and then getting my sisters and brothers enrolled in schools, I saw the process, y'know?" I thought of my siblings, how excited they had been to start school when they were younger, because they had looked up to me and wanted to go to school like "Big Sissy" did.

Suddenly tears filled my eyes, and then I was crying outright. I lowered my head and covered my face with my hands.

"Hey, hey, what's all this?" Dean's voice was gentle, and I felt his hand on my wrists.

I tried to turn away. "Sorry..." I sniffed, "I just thought of- of th-them, and, you know-" I started to sob aloud again.

Dean pulled my hands away from my face and put my arms around his waist, and then he held me. I pressed my face into his shirt and cried, feeling his hand in my hair on the back of my head.

"D-dean, I'm s-scared," I pulled back and looked up at him, "What if- what if your father doesn't let me go with you? Wh-what if- he takes me somewhere else? What am I—gonna—do?" my chest hitched as I spoke.

"He's not gonna do that, I know it," Dean told me.

"How do you know?"

"Because, he doesn't- you—you-re part of, y'know, the family now. You've got a Winchester growing in there, and we don't turn our back on family," Dean said resolutely.

"Thanks," I sniffled, and wiped my eyes with my palms.

Dean took the hem of his t-shirt and wiped my cheeks, and I laughed. "Sorry I cried on your shirt."

"S'okay, this shirt's been puked on and sweated on, a little snot's not gonna hurt it," He smiled at me.

I lifted the fabric to my face and pretended to blow my nose.

He stepped back, a horrified expression on his face. "Hey!"

I looked up and grinned at him. "Just kidding, sorry."

Sam began to laugh loudly. Dean narrowed his eyes at me, and then grabbed me and began to tickle me until I was laughing and screeching helplessly.

"Stop, stop, I'm gonna pee!" I gasped. He let me go, and I got up and ran to the bathroom.

When I came out, Sam was putting the checkers away. I walked over to my duffle, and unzipped it, pulling out pajamas.

I went back to the bathroom and changed, and then took the sweats over to Sam, who was sitting on the sofa again. "Here, thanks for letting me borrow them."

He looked up at me. "No problem, just put 'em over with my duffle."

"Okay." I walked over to where his duffle lay next to Dean's, and placed the clothes there. Then I joined Sam on the sofa.

"Well, it's almost dark out, and there's not much to do," Dean had lit a couple of lanterns, and the room was getting dim. He came over and sat down on the other side of me. "We should probably turn in. I'm gonna get up early, run out and grab us some fresh grub. Anything in particular you guys want?"

"Not canned chili," Sam said, "Can you get some mac-n-cheese?"

"I'll see what they got, Sammy. I don't know how long we'll be able to store milk here before it spoils an' all, so maybe not," Dean looked at me, "How about you? What is it that pregnant women crave, pickles? Should I get you, what is it, pickles and ice cream?" he grinned.

"No," I rolled my eyes, "I haven't really had any cravings yet. Although I have kinda been in the mood for apples."

"Apples?"

"Yeah, like the dark ones, Red Delicious? And like, applesauce too."

"Okay, red apples. Just- if an old lady comes here when I'm out, offering you apples, don't take any, 'kay?" Dean grinned again.

"I'm not Snow White, you know!" I rolled my eyes.

"Well, you're a pretty as a fairytale princess," Dean declared.

I felt my face get hot as I blushed. "No I'm not, stop it."

"Yeah you are..." his face softened, and he leaned over and touched my cheek with his fingertips. "Just accept the compliment, okay?"

I sighed. "Okaaaayy..."

Dean kissed me, and I heard Sam make a noise in the back of his throat.

"Okay, guys, can you clear off so I can lay down?" he asked, pulling the sleeping bag over onto the sofa. It had been draped over the side.

Dean stood up and offered me his hand. "Come, my lady, I'll walk you to your bed chamber."

I laughed in spite of myself as I took Dean's hand and stood up.

"Geez, lay it on thick, why don't you," Sam muttered.

Dean and I walked over to the bed, and I climbed under the covers and looked up at him. "Mind if I join you?" he asked.

"Sure," I agreed.

He walked around, dousing the lanterns, and then sat and removed his boots. Then he came over to the bed and got in next to me.

He laid down on his back and pulled on my arm, and I turned as he lifted his arm to put it around me. I laid my head on his shoulder and snuggled into his side.

He turned his head towards me. "This is nice."

"Yeah," I said faintly.

He reached down under the covers, shifting his hips to adjust the crotch of his sweatpants. "Little Dean thinks so too."

"Your brother is still in the room, you know."

"Yeah...and my Dad basically told me to keep it in my pants while he was gone, or he'd kick my ass," Dean grinned.

"How would he know?" I raised my head and looked at him.

"Oh trust me, he'd know. The man always knows stuff like that, he can smell bullshit from a mile away," Dean shook his head ruefully.

"Gee, that's nice," I said sarcastically.

"He was a Marine, went through Vietnam. He had to be tough to survive that, y'know? He can be a hardass, but he's a good guy, really," Dean was playing with strand of my hair.

Hearing the way Dean talked about him, with obvious fondness, made me think about my mother and Trent. I didn't really have memories of my birth father, as my mother and he had divorced when I was small. Trent had tried to be a father to me, but we'd never really connected. It had hurt when my mother had started having his children, and seeing how close he was with them.

Tears filled my eyes again, and I tried to turn away.

"Hey, what-" Dean raised his head to look at me.

"Just—I-my f-family-" I started to sob.

"Yeah, that's tough," his voice was sympathetic, "C'mere," he turned, and pulled me into his arms.

He held me as I cried into his chest, and eventually I fell asleep like that.