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This is a Kyla/Kalli Creation


Third Person

Kalli stirred the sauce on the stove and looked over and sighed at Kyla and her father on the couch. Kyle had named Kyla after himself when the twins were born. Kyla had hated him for it ever since--especially since she'd never admit how alike they were.

"Move your Goddamn feet off of the coffee table." Kyla told her father, looking up from her book.

Kyle looked at her, changing the stations on the television, and ran his feet along the coffee table purposefully.

"Kalli!!" Kyla cried.

"Dad, please. She's annoying enough right now. I mean that in a loving way." Kalli said quickly.

Kyla's pregnancy was definitely not as smooth sailing as Kalli's. Dean kept saying it was because Kalli and Sam were the quiet ones, and with Dean and Kyla passing on their genes at once, who says he wasn't right? Kyla was more moody than ever, which wasn't making it easy on anyone.

Kyle had been in Sam and Kalli's house for a good couple weeks now, and John was too, trying to get his memory back. Kyle was just lounging around, and he adored Dean--adored Dean, and wasn't keen on Sam. That was fine with Sam and Dean--Dean that Kyle was awesome, and Sam didn't care for him.

"I don't think I'm harming you." Kyle told Kyla. "Where the Hell did you get this temper from."

"You." Kyla said smugly and simply, looking back at her book.

"No you didn't." Kyle replied, and then Kyla looked up again and took a deep breath.

"Change the station." She said.

"No." Kyle told her. "Now stop talking back to your father."

"Father? Funny. You dumped us on Aunt Ellen." Kyla told him. "I am not introducing this stuff into the womb."

"Is the baby machine hungry?" Dean asked, coming into the room.

"Yay!!" Kyla replied, suddenly excited and jumping up. "Peanut Butter and...where is the Snickers bar?"

"Yeah...about that...I might have eaten it in the car." Dean said, and then pouted. "I'm sorry, Baby."

Kyla forced a smile. "Well the baby, and better yet, the baby's mother thinks you're going to be more sorry if you don't go out and buy me one. What am I supposed to dip into the peanut butter?"

"Celery?" Dean offered.

Kyla narrowed her eyes, and Dean threw up his hands.

"Fine!" Dean cried, and left the house, just as Kyle switched to MTV.

"I said I don't want that introduced to the womb!!" Kyla yelled.

Kyle shrugged. "I watched this when you two were in your mother's stomach and you two came out fine."

"Oh God," Kalli said, turning around, "turn it off, Dad."

"Yeah. We don't need anymore Kylas running around. Trust me--I'm enough." Kyla added.

Kyle nodded. "Good point."

He switched it to the news and then walked over to Kyla, who clocked her stomach.

"Talk to the stomach from there. I'm not to be touched." Kyla said.

"Dean can touch your stomach, but your own father can't?" Kyle asked.

Kyla made a face. "Dean put it there."

Kyle sighed. "Kalli-kins, when is lunch?"

"When Dean gets back." Kalli replied.


Third Person--Kalli

Kalli looked at the spaghetti she had prepared from scratch, and then looked over and smiled at Sam as he fed Charlee her baby food. John was eating silently and ocassionally engaging Kyla in conversation, Kyle and Dean were talking up a storm, and Kyla was eating--like she'd been starved for days.

"You are so awesome." Dean said.

"Stop saying that!!" Kyla sighed, with food in her mouth. "he's not that cool!!"

"I just named the wrong daughter after me, that's all." Kyle shrugged, and smiled at Dean.

Dean shrugged. "Kyla's pretty amazing actually. I don't think I'd have impregnated her, had I thought any differently."

Kalli's eyes widened as Kyle said the next thing.

"I don't know why you and Kalli didn't get married--keep all the cool genes in the family." Kyle said.

Sam narrowed his eyes, but at his plate, and Kyla looked at her father with daggers in her eyes.

"You know, Kalli and I took care of each other, right? You were never around, remember?" Kyla asked hostily.

Dean looked at his plate and muttered, "Awkward."

Kyle sighed. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I wasn't ready for parenthood."

Kyla mocked him, "I wasn't ready for parenthood!! Oh grow some male parts!! Kalli, do you mind if I call it a night?"

Kalli shook her head. "No, that's fine."

Kyla got up and left the table, and about five minutes later, Dean had gone up to her. Kalli sighed as John stood up.

"A lot of tension. I'm going to go and see if Ellen needs anything." John said, and left the house.

Sam got up and took Charlee to go play a bit, and Kalli looked at her father.

"Kyla took a lot upon herself when you were gone, you know? Cut her some slack. She's a great person." Kalli told him. "You should have come to show you cared when she wasn't pregnant. Then she wouldn't be hormonal, and you guys could have a normal conversation."

Kalli got up and started clearing away dishes, and then turned to Kyle as he started to sit down on the couch again.

"And stop being mean to Sam. I mean it." Kalli told him.

Kyle shrugged. "You won't have to worry about me tonight, I can assure you of that."

Kalli sighed, wishing her entire family was put together. She cleaned the dishes and then realized that Sam deserved something special. Maybe a romantic dinner--for that though, Kyla and Dean would have to get out of the house.

"Oh consider it done, Little Sis." Kyla said, grabbing a Snickers (Dean had brought her back a whole box of them) and the peanut butter. "I need to get away from him."

Kyla rolled her eyes at their father on the couch, and then Kalli started making her special sauce, and Kyla sat down on the couch too, picking up her book.

"Reading out loud is best for the baby." Kyle told her.

Kyla looked at him. "You not talking is best for the baby so it doesn't have a bond with you."

Kalli sighed loudly, and then Dean came down and stuck his finger in the pot. Kalli took the ladle and smacked him in the butt.

"Ow!" Dean said, and then he winked at Kalli, who laughed and rolled her eyes.

"This is for Sam." Kalli told him. "Paws off."

Dean nodded and looked towards the couch. "Hey, Kyla?"

"Yeah?" She answered absent-mindedly, back in her book.

"Why don't you ever cook for me?" Dean asked.

Kyla looked at him. "You're not my husband. Make your own damn food."

John walked in at that moment and then looked back outside.

"You know what," He asked, "I bet Ellen has more for me to do. I'll be back later."


Third Person--Kyla

Kyla took Dean's hand as they walked along the street.

"I'm not really hungry." Kyla mused.

Dean smiled. "That's because you were packing it in."

He kissed her before she could switch moods. However, he'd made her switch moods--just to a different one.

"You know how pregnant women have cravings?" Kyla asked.

Dean nodded. "Yes, so I've heard."

Kyla smirked. "Well right now I'm not really craving food. Wanna rent a motel room? Totally not classy, but we can't go back to the house."

Dean smirked too. "I'm totally up for it."

Kyla beamed and they rented a motel room, and then Dean started taking off his clothes.

"Whoa there...whoa...are we going to put any romance into this at all?" Kyla asked.

Dean knew he needed to since Kyla was being moody, and so he went up to her and kissed her gently.

"I'm sorry, I'm rushing." Dean whispered.

Kyla shrugged and smiled a little. "You're just really excited to be with me."

She kissed him before he could reply, and then they fell back onto the motel bed and kissed for a little while, Dean's hand going up her shirt. Kyla smirked a little, and pulled his shirt off, making a trail of kisses down to his belly button. They would have gotten farther, had Dean not started talking.

"You know, it's hard to believe that soon you'll be way too large for us to do this anymore." He said.

Kyla stopped the kisses and sat up. "You know what? I'm no longer in the mood."

"Honey, I didn't mean it like that." Dean protested, knowing his mistake too late. "Come one, I'm really sorry."

"Well I don't really care. I'm not satisfying you." Kyla replied, and got up to pull her shirt on.

Dean groaned and then muttered to himself, "Damn."

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