I love my happy chapters with just a little family drama. This one is a bit of everything but pretty mundane really which is what it's like on holidays right?

The only song I had for this is a happy tune; Le Freak by Chic.

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"Morning." Sam said to his wife sleepily as he opened his eyes a fraction.

"Happy Thanksgiving."

He smiled and rested a hand on her stomach feeling a little push under the skin. "And for once there's a reason to be thankful." He pulled up her vest and planted a kiss on the stretched skin of her belly. "Morning baby."

They still hadn't thought of names yet as they thought it tempting fate. Dylan's had never been an option as they were always going to name him for their friend if he was a boy. Sam hoped this time around they could have more fun with the choice.

The baby was quiet as Brooke stretched and Dylan burst into the room. He ran to the bed and pounced onto it tackling his father who let out a lungful of air.

"How can you have so much energy this time of the morning?"

Dylan stared wide eyed. "Coffee!" He yelled.

Brooke sat up with a struggle and rolled her eyes at Sam. "Let me guess, Luc?"

"He gave you coffee?" Sam groaned.

"He says kids in France drink it when they're my age."

He suddenly understood why his brother hated the guy so much but didn't have the fight in him to respond.

"He made me some pastries too, shaped like the moon."

"A croissant?"

The little boy shrugged.

"Is that what I can smell?" Brooke was almost salivating. "Can you kill him after I've eaten honey?" She asked her husband.

He watched as she got out of bed with a groan. "Ok, hang on, I'll come down with you." He threw Dylan playfully to one side and got out of bed naked. Of all the things he was uptight about in the house, nudity wasn't one of them although he guessed that would change with having a little girl running around. Thankfully Dylan had taken after Sam in the trouser department so it wasn't like he would ever feel inadequate.

Sam put on some pyjama bottoms and picked his son up throwing him over his shoulder as they went downstairs following the delicious smell.

"Bonjour." Luc smiled at them and Sam thought it was the first time he hadn't seen him look all angry and French. He was just wearing his jeans and Sam caught the tell tale scars of bullet wounds in his left shoulder. Luc was a little shorter than Sam but his body was tightly honed and wiry, like that of a soldier. Sam noticed the tattoo of a crest on his chest, it was the emblem of the French Foreign Legion. Each day they got more clues into the past of Hope's mysterious suitor.

He found his annoyance dissipate as he looked at the food spread out on the table. Brooke was stunned, it looked like a hotel buffet.

"You did all this?" She asked him.

He nodded and Sam raised his eyebrows impressed. "I hope you don't mind."

"Are you kidding?" Brooke said as she was halfway through a croissant.

"No it's cool, just no coffee for Dylan ok?" Sam told him.

"It was mainly milk but ok, I understand."

Brooke was devouring her breakfast and Sam watched her from across the table with amusement flashing in his eyes. "You know we have a turkey dinner to eat later."

She nodded. "I can handle it."

Sam smiled at her with genuine affection, relieved the morning sickness was over and that she seemed healthy and happy.

"You're gonna be the size of a house." Dylan said.

"Hey, leave her alone." His dad warned. "She's allowed."

Sam ate a pastry to be polite but enjoyed his coffee more. As he got older it took more effort to stay trim, unlike his brother who still ate like a horse and remained effortlessly muscular.

Luc watched them quietly and decided for all their eccentricities, the Winchesters were a family that anyone would want to be a part of. He promised himself that he would endeavor to get along with Dean and not antagonize him for once. He knew Hope came as a package and if he wanted to be part of her life then he would have to make certain concessions.

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Bonnie was already up and cooking when Dean finally wandered into the kitchen finding her at the sink. She would never be the best cook in the world but there was some old-fashioned part of him that loved seeing her in the kitchen, he didn't care if it was chauvenistic. Her hair which was pinned up was curling up under the steam and despite the cold outside she was wearing her usual combo of vest and jeans. He paused in the doorway watching her ass as she bent down to check the bird in the oven.

"Morning!" He said brightly.

Bonnie jumped and he heard a hiss as she burned her hand and started to yell. "Shit!" She said shaking her right hand frantically.

"God, I'm sorry." He rushed forwards and grabbed her wrist running the cold tap and sticking her hand under it.

"Ow...ow...ow..ow!"

He checked the burn, it was nasty but superficial. He smiled at her once he realized she'd be ok. "Don't be such a wuss."

She shook her head wanting to be annoyed with him but finding it impossible as kissed her. "You shouldn't go sneaking up on people like that."

Dean turned off the tap and wrapped the hand in a clean towel. Grabbing her under the arms he sat her on the counter and reached into a high cupboard for the first aid kit. "I wasn't sneaking."

"No, you were checking me out, I don't know what's worse."

"Christ! You hormonal?" Dean claimed to understand women but really, he didn't have the first idea. He unwrapped the burn and winced with her as he applied antiseptic cream.

"If that means do I want to kill you then yeah."

"Let me help you with the food."

"Not like you have much choice." She raised the blistered hand.

"Seriously, you ok?" He frowned at her.

She rolled her eyes at him, she could never stay mad for long. She flung her left arm over his shoulder and pulled him closer. "I'm fine, don't worry."

"Oh I'm not worried about you, only who's going to do all the work around here if you get sick." He smiled teasingly.

"You're skating on thin ice Dean." She warned as he wrapped a bandage around her hand.

"All better." he said in satisfaction as Hope walked in.

"Is she going to stay in that tree all day as well as all night?" She asked ignoring the first aid kit as she looked out of the window.

Dean followed her gaze to see Talia still in the tree. "She was there all night? It was minus five!"

"And don't her nipples know it." Hope said bitingly. "She'll be able to cut glass with them by now."

"Don't be mean, you of all people should know what it's like to be different." Bonnie chastised.

Hope looked at her finally. "What happened to your hand?"

"Just a burn."

"Yeah, so she'll need extra help from you and Cole today."

"I'm always helpful." Hope leaned over and kissed her mother. "What do you need?"

Bonnie hopped off the counter as Dean steadied her arm. She hunched her shoulders defensively. "You guys are crowding me." She pushed by them and went to a list she'd written on the kitchen table.

Dean frowned, Bonnie was almost a foot shorter than him and often felt ganged up on when they stood around her but this wasn't like her at all. He shrugged at Hope's questioning look.

"Can you go next door and see where Johnny is with the other Turkey? Then call Brooke and tell her I need that big tray of hers and extra chairs."

"Sure." Hope said quietly as she looked at her father again and went to get her coat.

"I'll come with you." Dean said as he followed his daughter out.

"What the hell did you do this time?" Hope said to him as she closed the front door behind them.

"Me?" His breath came out as white mist. "I didn't do anything. She's got her period or somethin'."

"Guys always use that as an excuse."

"Cos it's usually true."

"You don't think she's ill do you?"

Dean remained silent, the thought had crossed his mind.

Snow had begun to fall again and by afternoon it looked like they would have a nice carpet of snow on the ground. They got to Steve's house and rang the bell. They could hear music and got no response so Dean opened the door.

"Everyone decent?!" He yelled.

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Sam and Luc carried the chairs up to the house as Brooke opened the door. Dean's house was warm and full of noise as usual. Sam dumped the chairs in the hall and helped Brooke with her coat.

Hope appeared with a cursory hello and threw her arms around Luc. "Miss me?"

"Always."

Walking into the kitchen when it was filled with people and activity was something Sam always loved about coming to his brothers house. He knew it had been Dean's closest guarded secret for years that he dreamt of this. Looking around though he couldn't see him anywhere. Han stood up and gave his seat to Brooke. Thankfully the kitchen was large enough for them all to hang out but Cole was busy clearing the den of all its furniture in order to put in a table big enough to seat everyone.

Mae was reading Luc's letters on the wall and flushed slightly when he walked in.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"That's what they're there for." Hope told her. "And to drive Dad crazy."

Dean suddenly appeared in the doorway with a look of pure fury on his face. His hair was wet like he'd just gotten out of the shower and he was spitting mad. "Drive me crazy's right. This time it's war." He glared at Luc.

The Frenchman wondered what sin he'd committed this time as he hid Hope behind him.

"What's going on?" Bonnie asked as silence descended on the room.

"What's goin' on?! This prick's been bangin' her. Even when we gave him every chance to prove himself. I'm gonna kill you this time, I swear!" Dean shouted.

Sam stood next to Dean ready to jump in as they were surrounded by sharp implements.

"What are you talking about?" Hope asked him.

"You sayin' he hasn't been sneaking back here?!"

"Well, yeah but it was only twice and we didn't do anything. It's just been the letters for ages."

Dean smirked, "Well, then I'd love to know what he's been sticking his envelopes down with!" Dean yelled as he flung a small box onto the kitchen table. They all looked closer and Johnny gasped dramatically.

"It's a pregnancy test." Luc said.

"You're a genius. Now I know why you like the guy so much but I'm sorry, he's a dead man walkin'!" Dean jumped forwards and Sam wasn't fast enough to catch him.

He got his hands around Luc's throat and Han pulled Mae out of the way as Luc fell back on the kitchen table trying to grapple with him. Everyone was shouting all at the same time as Cole and Sam tried to restrain Dean whilst Hope yelled at him to stop. Johnny shouted encouragement as Bonnie struggled to get herself heard.

Bonnie picked up an uncooked potato and with an accuracy that came with years of watching her husband she threw it at his head. He was too angry to stop and shrugged it off as Luc's face began to turn puce.

His wife moved forwards and grabbed at Dean's arm. Instinctively he let go of Luc and the limb whipped out at her in reflex catching her on the jaw. Steve jumped forwards to catch her before she could fall but he was too late. She hit the floor with a thud as Dean realized what he'd done.

He came to his senses quickly at the collective gasp and turned to see Bonnie wiping blood from a cut on her lip. It was the second time he'd hurt her that day and he felt physically sick as he let go of the half strangled man. "Bonnie." He moved towards her and she lifted a hand to stop him.

Dean had never raised a hand to his wife in all this time and would never intentionally hurt her and she knew that. He went to help her up but again she gestured that she was fine which made him feel worse. Everyone watched his face as Bonnie grabbed at the counter and pulled herself off the floor with considerable effort. Her hand went to the lip again and she shook her jaw. She pulled herself to her full height and looked at Dean but not in anger.

"You done?" She asked him.

He nodded like a small child being told off.

She picked up the test box. "Did you look at it?"

"Yeah, it's positive, why'd you think I was goin' mad?!"

Bonnie smiled then frowned as she touched her mouth. "Congratulations Dad. It's not Hope's, it's mine."

Everyone else remained silent as they watched them both like they were on the Jerry Springer show. "That's not possible."

"Cos the doctors said? What do they know?"

"They tied your tubes! I don't know much but it seems pretty final to me."

"Dean, there's a goddamn fairy sitting in our garden and you want to argue this isn't possible?!"

"You know what happened last time." Dean said seriously. "You can't do it."

"Do you think maybe we should discuss this in private?" She said quietly as her eyes started to fill with tears and she looked around her self-consciously. She knew he was going to tell her to have an abortion for the sake of her health and she couldn't bear it.

"No." He said. "There's nothing to discuss." He took two paces towards her and picked her up wrapping his arms around her waist. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "I didn't mean to hit you."

"I know."

"Or burn you."

"I know."

"Or dose you up with super sperm."

"Does that mean you're ok with this?"

He took a deep breath. "No. But I will be."

She hugged him finally and everyone looked at one another slightly embarrassed to have witnessed such a private moment.

"So that means I'm the only woman in this room that isn't actually pregnant? What are the freakin' odds?" Hope said.

"Putain de merde." Luc said huskily rubbing his throat.

"Another crisis averted. I need a drink." Johnny muttered.

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"What did I miss?" Bobby said finally making it to the house having enjoyed a long lie in.

"Dean's gonna be a dad again." Sam told him.

"Who did he knock up this time...Succubus? Leprachaun?"

Sam laughed. "No. In a shocking nod to tradition, his own wife."

"Ain't that sweet. Where is he?"

"Probably having a panic attack somewhere. He'll get over it."

"Where's Talia?"

"Still in the tree. I think she may be surgically attached, someone should perhaps check on her." Johnny answered.

"She's shy." Cole said. "Who can blame her."

"Yeah, and that's why she's half naked." Johnny said. "Get some clothes on her before she takes someone's eye out with one of those things."

Cole smiled and went up to his sister's room to get something for her to wear. He chose an FDNY tee-shirt and some jeans. He didn't want to face the kitchen again so he opened his own bedroom window, hooked the clothes into his waistband and reached over to grab one of the tree branches. The wood was freezing and snow fell onto him in clumps as he climbed down to her.

"You ok?" He asked.

Talia smiled at him and nodded as she sat up. He noticed blood on the bandage wrapped around her ankle.

"We should get that seen to. Here, put these on." He handed her the clothes, keeping one arm hooked around the trunk.

She took the garments and looked at them before standing up barefoot without holding on. He watched as she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head.

He felt the breath leave him as she stood naked on the branch in front of him and let him look. Finally she handed the dress to him. "In the olden days, when a man took a nymphs clothes from her she was bound to him until he returned them."

Cole didn't know what to say as the garment slipped from his fingers and floated through the air to the ground. "Crap. Wait, I'll get it."

She smiled at him as he began his descent and jumped the last six feet to the ground picking up the dress.

"Look out."

He looked up and saw that she had put on the clothes he had given her. She didn't give him a chance to think as she stepped off the branch and fell through the air.

He walked into her path and caught her in his arms. She put her own arms around him and he could smell flowers all over her even though nothing was in bloom.

"So this means you're mine?" He asked.

"Until you no longer want me."she ran a hand through his hair and kissed him gently.

"Why are you so shy with the others and not me?"

"Because you're different."

"Why aren't you cold?"

"Because I'm not human."

"Are you a Goddess?"

She smiled. "No, just a nymph."

"Do you have powers?"

"Over you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Can't argue there."

"It feels so good to be held again."

He shifted her weight slightly. She wasn't heavy at all but he liked the fact that she wanted to be right where she was. "How long has it been?"

"Over two hundred years."

Cole raised his eyebrows in shock. "I don't know what to say. Are you immortal?"

"No, but I'll live a lot longer than you and I will always look like this."

"But you can get hurt?"

"Of course." She lifted her foot to demonstrate.

"Not any more." He said pulling her closer and kissing her again as flakes of snow descended on them.

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"Are you ok?" Bonnie stroked Dean's hair as he laid his head in her lap. They had retreated to their room for a bit of peace as Dean was finding it hard to cope with the news.

"I should be askin' you that."

"It's a shock for us both. When you came back from that wormhole it was like you were on speed, even for you."

"I know..."

"I'm not saying it's not risky but I'm healthier now than when I got pregnant the first time."

Dean's arms went around her waist and he buried his face into her belly. "It just scares me."

She didn't have many talents but she knew how to get through to him. "Dean, imagine those little swimmers..." She leaned down and whispered to him like she was telling a bedtime story to a child. "They travelled so far and they were so excited to get there and then bang, they hit a brick wall." She tickled his chin slightly. "But it didn't stop them, so they got out their miniature battering rams and charged in. My little egg was all comfy and warm and she didn't want to be disturbed and so she started screaming..." Dean laughed. "Help me!...help me..." His wife whispered. "And they all looked at her and they saw how beautiful and scared she was so they couldn't charge her all in one go. So they all had a vote to decide who was the smartest and strongest and best looking little sperm in the whole batallion and it was him who got to finally kiss the little egg."

For all his bravado and tough exterior Dean loved it when Bonnie was like this and he felt he could be a kid again.

"So what happened to his comrades in arms?" he asked her looking up.

"They all died of broken hearts." She said with a faint smile. "But that's not happening to me."

"I love you."

"I can't say I blame you."

He sat up and touched the cut on her lip with his own mouth. "I'm sorry."

"It's not me you need to apologize to. It's Luc."

That took the wind out of his sails but he knew she was right. "Only if you promise me, no risks. Total rest and relaxation. I'm not letting the fight come to the house again."

"You're not going to leave?" She leaned away.

"I couldn't if I tried, but I am going to be by your side through all of this."

"That's all I needed to know Dean." She smiled at him

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"You ok?" Sam asked his brother.

Dean smiled. "I wasn't but Bonnie has a way of making sense of it all for me."

"I know it's a worry, but can you imagine, we'll have kids that will actually grow up together like us."

"Yeah, that's pretty awesome."

Sam hugged him and slapped his back. "C'mon. Cole finally coaxed Talia out of the tree and Luc's doing the dinner. Football's coming on too."

"Luc cooked?" He was about to call the guy a spaz but decided against it. "I'll meet you in the den." Dean winked and went into the kitchen.

The Frenchman was looking in control of the entire situation and the smells coming from the stove were amazing. Johnny was wearing a pinny and clearly under Rachel Rae's spell as he chopped up yams and danced to 'Le Freak' by Chic, with Dylan and Steve bopping next to him.

Dean grabbed a beer from the fridge as Hope glanced at him from under her eyebrows.

Trying to be casual Dean ignored her look and sidled up to Luc. "Where'd you learn to cook?"

"Same place I learn to fight, Foreign Legion."

Dean nodded, he knew that was some of the toughest military training you could get. "Listen, I'm sorry man. I jumped to conclusions."

Luc looked at him. "I am not a father, I would imagine though I would act the same."

"Just so you know, I don't hit my wife."

Luc shrugged.

"It's not something that's ok with me. Ever." Luc caught the veiled warning. "I won't bust your balls any more, at least not today."

"Ok. Thank you."

Bonnie finally walked in feeling refreshed and a lot less hormonal now that Dean finally knew what she'd suspected for a while. She had been harsh to take it out on him but she couldn't help it as she lay awake wondering what his reaction would be.

Hope looked at her and her mother smiled. "Can I hug you now?"

Bonnie nodded as her daughter and Johnny both went over to congratulate her.

"Where's your brother?"

"With the nymphette in the den."

"He got her out of her tree?"

"I think she's pretty happy to be wherever he is." Johnny told her.

"He's a Winchester. Who can blame the chick?" Dean grinned suddenly feeling like everything would be ok.

He knew though that before he could totally relax he would have to salt all the doors and windows just in case so with Dylan and Cole's help they went and protected the house as much as they could. Dean also figured with so many psychic's in the house they should have a decent heads up before anything happened.

Dean looked at his son as they enjoyed a beer afterwards. "I'm not too good with a dictionary but it's not exactly rocket science to know where the word nympho comes from."

"Dad!"

"Hey, I'm just sayin'..."

"I really like her."

"Just watch yourself. Don't get too attached."

"Is this where you tell me it can't work because she's not human? Well neither am I."

Dean looked at him for a second then smiled. "Nah, it's where I tell you never to date a vegetarian. Believe me Winchesters and tree huggers aren't a good mix; we're born carnivores."

Cole laughed out loud. "Ok, I'll take that on board. Congrats by the way, you still got it old man."

"Less of the old."

"When you're training this one...you'll be like sixty."

Dean choked on his beer as the reality hit him suddenly and he wanted to die on the spot.

"I'm really glad we had this chat Dad." Cole slapped him on the shoulder and walked away.

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"Oh God...I am never eating again." Sam groaned.

"Luc, you're like the best chef ever." Brooke said as she collapsed back onto Sam on the couch.

They were all lounging in the den which was minus a lot of furniture meaning that most of them were on the floor leaving all the pregnant ones to lounge.

"It's nothing." Luc said modestly.

"Better than I could do." Bonnie hit back.

"Amen." Johnny raised his glass as he fed Steve a chocolate.

There was a loud noise as Dean farted.

"Dude!"

It was so loud it woke up Mae who scrunched up her face and covered her mouth. Cole started waving a magazine at his father as he laughed.

"What?! It's a natural thing."

"You weren't raised up, you were dragged up." Bobby told him.

"My house. My wind. Deal."

Brooke grimaced at Bonnie. "I don't know why you're upset, I procreated with him."

"Ok we got clean up detail to do. Everyone who's not eighty, pregnant or a handmaiden of the Gods, get your ass in gear." Dean shouted.

Hope growled as she stood up. "Anything to escape the smell."

It didn't take long working as a team to clear everything up. As ever the General, Dean barked orders with a beer in his hand as the dishwasher was loaded and the furniture put away.

Hope picked up two big sacks of garbage and went out through the garage. "Just leave 'em in there!" Dean yelled.

"They stink worse than you." She muttered to herself as she opened the garage door and went to take the bags out to the trash can in the drive. Opening the lid she dumped the bags and pushed them down. She felt something sharp on her wrist and yanked it out in shock.

"Ouch." She rubbed at the two marks either side of her vein as she felt herself suddenly get lightheaded.

Glancing at the marks she shook her head to clear her vision and pulled the top bag back out immediately seeing the snake.

"Oh God." She whispered turning to the house before falling to her knees. Her blood was pumping so fast the venom was surging through her body and she felt herself get weaker as she heard laughter come from inside the house.

She collapsed onto her stomach in the drive feeling the snow cool her already fevered skin. "Dad..." Her voice was no more than an exhalation of breath as she tried to think of some way of getting someone's attention. She wanted to cry when she thought that six of the best demon hunters in the world were only yards away and they had no idea that she needed help.

She dragged herself a couple more feet before she couldn't move any further and could no longer see the house. She was sure she was going to die as she felt someone turn her over and lift her body off the ground.

Her hearing was the last sense to leave her before she lost consciousness. "Did you enjoy your last supper Hope?"

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Well, you were kind of expecting it right??

So who's saving the girl? Dean, Cole or Luc...answers on a postcard to the usual address

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