Hello again everyone.

So if everything goes the way I'm hoping, I'm going to be away from home for a few days. Which for me is good, but, on the bad side I'm not going to have internet. This means that I will not be posting anything next week. But I promise, that as soon as I'm able, I will post the next chapter.

I hope you enjoy.

It was almost noon, but everyone in the Winchester house was sound asleep. Everyone that is but the two newest Winchesters. They were looking up at the man standing over their crib. He smiled down at them. There was a soft rustle behind him but he didn't bother to turn.

"You shouldn't be here." Cas said stepping up beside Gabe.

"It's going to be hours before anyone wakes up."

Cas looked down at the two babies. "They're awake."

Gabe shook his head. "They're babies Cas. Trust me they won't tell anyone we were here."

"This is the first time they had twins." Cas stated. "What are their names?"

"I'm not sure what his names going to be." Gabe said tickling one of the babies under the chin. "But this one I'm sure will be Emma Mary."

"Strange name for a boy."

"That's because she's a girl."

Castiel's eyes went wide. "A girl. There's never been a girl before. I'm not sure…Perhaps we should…"

Gabe laid a hand on Castiel's shoulder. "Perhaps you should calm the hell down. So there's a girl. You are the one that's said over and over and over that this time is different. Maybe, just maybe all of these differences are a good thing."

Castiel relaxed. "Perhaps you are correct."

"Of course I'm correct." Gabe said smiling. "Right now I think the only thing we need to worry about is what Raziel said."

"Again you are correct. Did she survive?"

"Of course she did." Gabe sounded slightly offended. "I trained her after all. She's waiting for us at the cabin."

Castiel rolled his eyes. "Great now along with a trickster, I'm working with the Angel of Mystery."

Gabe grinned. "Are you complaining?"

"Not as long as this succeeds." Castiel disappeared.

Gabe looked down at the two babies. "Don't worry my cherubs you'll get used to Uncle Cas's grumpiness." Gabe touched each baby before disappearing.

Hannah opened her eyes and looked toward the crib. She didn't know what had woke her, but she could have sworn she had heard a soft rustling noise. Untangling herself from Sam's arms she stood and walked over to the crib. Her two babies looked up at her.

"Is everything okay Babe?" Sam asked sleepily.

"I shouldn't be looking at them right now." Hannah's voice cracked slightly. "They should still be kicking me and keeping me awake. I keep thinking this is all some kind of strange dream. Any second I'll wake up and need to go to the bathroom or something. Then I think we should have gone to the hospital. But then they might tell me I'm crazy or something. They look healthy, but…" Hannah silenced as Sam wrapped his arms around her.

"I don't know what happened." Sam's voice was barely above a whisper, his words ghosting over her neck. "But I know what I see. Our babies are here and healthy. But if it would make you feel better to take them to the hospital, you just have to say the words. If anyone says you're crazy I'll just tell them you are. Crazy about me."

Hannah rolled her eyes, but smiled. "You are getting really cheesy in your old age."

"Old age" Sam said tickling Hannah. "I'm barely 21."

Hannah sighed. "I know so old. Maybe I should start looking for a younger model."

Sam tickled Hannah harder making her squeal. "Sam the babies."

"Are already awake." Sam said. "And I think their smiling."

"Sam their not even one day old yet." Hannah said slapping Sam's hands away. "All they know is breath, eat, and poop, and all of that is just by instinct."

"So their over achievers. I mean they are our kids." Sam stated. "Ethan walked way before he was supposed to. Not to mention talking and reading."

"You're right our children are all geniuses." Hannah walked over to the bed and collapsed. "Now this Mommy is going to try and get more sleep, before the oldest genius wakes up."

A light tap on the door told Sam that it was too late. Opening the door he found his oldest child looking up at him. "I heard you and Mommy talking. Are the babies awake? Do they need to eat again? Aunty showed me how to heat up the milk."

Sam's heart swelled with pride, at how much Ethan wanted to help take care of the twins. "The babies are mostly awake but Mommy is still sleepy. And from the look of your eyes you are too."

Ethan shook his head trying to hide a yawn. "I'm awake."

Sam picked Ethan up and walked over to the crib. Both babies were now sleeping. "Looks like they like having big brother here." Ethan grinned. Sam walked over and tossed Ethan on the bed. "How about we take a family nap."

Ethan snuggled next to his mother kissing her on the cheek. "Love you Mommy."

"Love you too baby."

Sam laid down wrapping his arm around his son and wife. "Love you both."

Ethan raised his head and looked at the crib. "What about the twins?"

"They're too young." Hannah answered. "We'll have to wait for at least a year for a full one bed family nap."

"And we'll have to have a bigger bed." Sam pointed out.

"What are their names?" Ethan asked laying back down.

"We haven't really thought about it." Sam said. "We can talk about it later."

"Why don't we name them after Papas and Mamas?" Ethan's voice was barely above a whisper. "He can be Noah John." Hannah's heart pained at the sound of her father's name. "And she can be Emma Mary. It's only fair because I was named after Daisy, well her last name, and Uncle. I just thought…but…"

Hannah squeezed her son tight. "I think those are wonderful names. Don't you Sam?"

"Most defiantly. Now can we get some sleep?"