Five months later

Sam was fast asleep, Lily asleep on his chest, snuggled into her daddy.

Now he opened an eye, staring at his now four year old daughter murmur a little in her sleep. Sam smiled, then sat up carefully, setting Lily back down on the pillow and pulling the duvet over her, getting up and yawned, running a hand through his hair.

It was five months since he last saw Carrie... alive.

He sighed, then went downstairs where he found Dean on the sofa, then said with a raised eyebrow.

'Dean... what would Carrie say if she saw you lying on her sofa just wearing boxers?'

Dean grinned. '"Fancy a threesome?'" Sam groaned now, then said. 'Just don't walk around like that in front of Lily ok?' Dean rolled his eyes, picking up his jeans and yanking them on. 'God, you're so... man Sammy, spoilsport! I love Lily too. And hey-! You're walking around with just shorts on! You could hit that chest of yours and break a hand!'

Sam sighed now, the turned away. He missed Carrie of course, and seeing Lily was like a slap in the face that made his heart ache with loss.

Now he walked into the kitchen and pulled the fridge open, making some scrambled eggs on toast for Lily, who would no doubt be awake soon. She had nightmares frequently, and he often woke up to find another little person curled up with him in bed.

Dean chuckled now, remembering just how much Sam had took on the role of being Lilys father- Hell, he didn't hunt much at all, always spending time with his little girl, saying to Dean that he didn't want her to grow up the way he had.

He understood that and his fears.

Sam tipped the red hot eggs onto a plate, then felt a prickle on the back of his neck, he spun around to face Castiel who said. 'Sam.' Sam frowned. 'What?'

Castiel sighed, and, as usual, he went straight to the topic.

'Carrie has turned up at a hospital. In a coma apparently you call it.'

Sams eyes widened in shock now, and he spluttered out. 'Are- are you sure-?' Castiel nodded, then said. 'Yes.' Sam sat down now, afraid his legs would give way. 'No...' he shook his head. 'It can't be her.'

Castiel sighed. 'It is Sam.' then he looked up, then grabbed his clothes from the radiator and said. 'Send me there now.' Cas nodded, then Sam vanished.

'Hey-!'

Dean scowled now as he vanished and reappeared in a hospital- still in his boxers. He growled at Cas, who made clothes appear and he hastily pulled them on. Sam saw Lily asleep on the chair, then looked at the bed, and felt his eyes widen-

It was Carrie. She was lying motionless in a hospital gown, a steady beeping coming from the machine next to her. Cas was right. But-?

'Mr. Winchester?'

Sam looked up now as a doctor walked in, then saw them all and the slumbering Lily. He nodded. 'Yes.' The doctor sighed. 'Your wife, I'm afraid to say, is in a trauma induced coma.'

Sams chest felt hollow now, then said brokenly. 'Will she wake up-?' The doctor sighed, then said carefully. 'I'm not sure. Her brainwaves are strange and warping- as if something affected them, and now they're trying to revert to normal-' he nodded to her.

'And this was bought on to protect her mind.'

Sam was sat next to her now, a hand in his, wondering- how was she back?

Then Cas spoke as if he had heard his thoughts.

'The demons revoked the deal, finding out Carries mother tricked a demon and swapped souls- they sent her back.'

Dean smirked now. 'Her mother was dragged down?' Cas nodded, then said. 'A worse fate she faces than Carrie ever did.'

Sam couldn't smile, even though it was poetic justice. He just wanted Carrie to open her eyes and put her head in his chest so he could hug her like he always did...

'Cas... what happened to her?' He now asked quietly. Cas walked over, then placed a hand on Carries chest, then said. 'Her soul has fractured.' Sam frowned. 'What does that mean-?'

Castiel sighed. 'It is possible to fix this kind of injury. But it could take-'

'I don't care how long it takes.'

Cas nodded, then sighed, 'I am sorry for this Sam.' Sam didn't say anything, but got on the narrow bed as bed he could and put an arm around her and whispered.

'I'm here Carms, and I'm not letting go.'

Dean watched his brother close his eyes against her back, then sighed, picking up Lily into his arms and walking out the room, Cas following.

'I never told you did I? That first day at Stanford when I was new and you took it upon yourself to show me around, then invited me into your group. I never understood... but I'm so sorry that I broke your heart when I met Jess and you were shoved to the side and forgotten about... I'm so blind...'

Sam was talking quietly into her ear now about all sorts, hoping she could hear him and know she wasn't alone. He sighed now. 'I love you Carms.'

He looked up now as the heart monitor jumped a tiny fraction, and Sam smiled as he realized she could hear him to a certain extent.

'And Lily huh? She's grown up so much. She was asking for a puppy the other day, but I told her no. She has your temper Carms- she threw her glass of milk at me. Dean couldn't stop laughing after that. Oh! Another thing- Dean's been sleeping buck naked on your lovely white leather sofa a few times. Thought you should know, because I know you'll wanna kick his ass. I threw cold water on him once, but don't worry- the sofa's fine,but Dean got the shock of his life and hit his head on the corner table. He's like a dog- I told Lily we already had a dog; Dean.

School for Lily has been great. I went to her parents evening the other night, and she's doing so well. She's got my brains alright. Ok, so I'm boasting now, but she looks so much like you now. Her teachers say she is a pleasure to teach and so cute around the other classmates. She has a crush on another boy her age called Reece- Deans all for the whole "cute combo" crap, but yeah- our baby is growing up to be a pain in the ass like her mother. Oh Carms... just... get better please. You have to see what she's been doing to Dean.'

A week later, and there was still no change.

Their doctor- Farell, walked in and saw Sam, his eyes tired. 'You should get some sleep Mr. Winchester.' He said seriously. Sam smiled a little, his eyes stinging from the tired. 'I'm fine. Really.'

Sam sighed at Carrie as the doctor walked off, wondering just how bad her soul had been fractured... and if she'd ever wake up. He hadn't shed a tear yet, but it felt like there was one that constantly threatened him of spilling over.

For another two weeks he stayed at Carries side, not moving unless it was totally necessary. Lily sat on his lap often, asking what mommy was doing and when she would wake up.

Sam had nodded off after very nearly three weeks of hardly any sleep on the side of Carries bed, her hand in his. He didn't hear the beeping pick up, then feel the hand in his twitch. But he did wake up when the bed moved a little and he looked up, going. 'Carrie-?'

He saw her eyes, they were trying to open, and her grip on his hand became tighter as she finally opened them.

Sam had tears in his eyes now as he smiled down at her, then said softly. 'Hey there.' Carrie smiled a little, then tried to say something. Sam frowned a little, then said. 'I'm sorry love, I can't hear you.'

'I said tell Dean to get his bare ass of my sofa.'

Sam laughed now, then buried his face in her chest, arms around her as the five months apart caught up with him.

Carrie sighed, putting her arms around him and said soothingly. 'Shush, it's ok.'

'Mommy!'

Sam looked up now as Lily came running over, then climbed onto the bed and into her mothers arms. Carrie hugged her tightly, then said. 'You really shouldn't throw glasses of milk at daddy- he might throw one back next time.'

Lily giggled, then snuggled into her mothers chest.

Carrie spied Dean now, then raised an eyebrow. 'What's this I hear about my designer sofa and your ass?'

Dean shrugged innocently. 'My ass is peachy, but I don't know what you're talking about (!)' Carrie chuckled, then said. 'Get over here now you dick.' then pulled him in for a hug and kissed his cheek as he nearly choked from how tight her embrace was.

Family for you (!)

When Carrie went home, Sam carried her across the threshold, kissing her passionately.

Life went back to normal. At least, what normal was to them.

A few days later, Carrie was lying in her bed in Sams arms, totally content, and with her soul all patched up, she had no memories of Hell- ones that hurt anyway.

Both she and Sam were thankful for that.

'Mmmnmm...' Carrie said now, eyes closed against his chest. Sam chuckled. 'You look happier than a cat who got the cream.' Carrie chuckled, then said.

'Sam... guess what honey?'

Sam looked thoughtful. 'What?' Carrie grinned. 'Because my mother "mysteriously died" all her money and estate have been given to me. Sam... I'm not kidding when I say we are loaded.'

Sam just sighed and took her face in his hands. 'Carrie... I couldn't care less if you were poor. Money doesn't give a person happiness, it's the people that person knows that brings real happiness.' He sighed then kissed her for a moment. 'Like the happiness you bring me.'

Carrie smiled and said. 'You're so cute sometimes, you know that?' Sam chuckled, then climbed on top of her and kissed her neck, moving up to her lips. Carrie sighed now, then said in mock distaste. 'You never let me go on top.' Sam chuckled, then kissed her neck again. 'Because you like it.'

'Yeah... but change can be nice too. I feel like a damn hooker!'

'Hookers don't talk as dirty as you.'

'Well... er... you moan like a freaking porno star!'

'I'll take that as a compliment.'

Carrie sighed now, then chuckled. 'You would-' then kissed him passionately again, feeling a hand going up her thigh, tugging at her jeans and she suddenly said. 'Uh-uh there.' Sam frowned. 'Don't tell me you've come back with a sense of-'

'It's not that...'

Sam raised an eyebrow. 'Carms... I've seen you with nothing on before. It's nothing new. Why are you getting all-?'

'Argh, it's not that! My body's been reset...'

'Oh. Right. I get you. Why are you so worried-?'

Carrie sighed. 'I'm such a freak..' Sam chuckled, then kissed her neck, saying. 'Not really, you didn't hear Dean when he came back from Hell- he was a walking-'

'I don't wanna know.'

'Nah, you don't actually.'

'Hello? Virgin here?'

'Nice choice of words (!)'

'Well what else can I say-!'

'Err...'

'Exactly.'

Carrie sighed now, then kissed him to break the tension between them, putting his arms around him, then smirked and flipped them over, going. 'My turn thanks-' then raked her hands down his chest undoing the buttons. Sam chuckled, then kissed her cheek going. 'I'll behave. I promise.'

'Your kinky promises never last, so nope, not falling for that one.'

Sam rolled his eyes in disbelief as she said that, then threw his belt aside and kissed him furiously. He laughed now as she took her hair down, letting it fall around her face with a grin. Sam hadn't noticed before because he had been so worried about her, but her hair was back to that gorgeous shade of honey blonde, making her look like an angel with that smile.

He loved her.

Loved her completely.

And that's it for AnaRose17's little present;D hope you liked it girl! Because it was sure fun to write! Damn you for making me find out I could write kinky lmao! I can say there will be a sequel, and added onto this one(: keeps them all neat and tidy. Hope you liked the first story! Thanks! Reviews loved X Nic