Disclaimer: I do not receive any profit for my fanfictions, nor do I own Supernatural or Sam and Dean Winchester. Though I do own Anna... Though she wishes the WB did… so she could meet Jensen Ackles.

Title: Life Changes

Chapter Title: Chapter Two

Set After: Fight For Survival (One Month Later)

Summary: Future Consequences/Fight For Survival/Life Changes Trilogy. Sam and Dean thought that Anna was out of their lives… Well, she's coming back in a big way.

Warnings: Typos, most likely… I type fast and don't look back… sorry!

"Dean! You may want to get over here!" Sam yelled from the living room.

Dean and Anna looked at each other before quickly walking out of the kitchen, into the living room. There stood Sam… John next to him.

"So, you're the girl that's going to make my son a father, huh?" John asked, walking over to Anna. "Aren't you a little young?"

"I'm eighteen," Anna said, looking offended. "Aren't you a little old?"

John smirked slightly, looking back at Sam. "She's got spunk. I like her."

Anna crossed her arms, looking John up and down. "So you're Sam and Dean's dad? Wow, to be honest I though you'd be, like, some ex-supermodel dude… They must've gotten their looks from their mother."

"Okay, Anna, I think it's time you take a nap or something," Sam said quickly, walking over to her.

"But I'm not tired," Anna said, looking a bit confused. She stared at Sam. "Actually, I'd like to get to know your dad more."

"Anna, honey, if you get to know my dad anymore today then our child won't be born… because he'll find some excuse to murder you," Sam said quietly, smiling at her.

"I was just making friendly conversation," Anna said, waving it off.

"Well, if that's friendly I'd hate to see you in a bad mood," John said, smirking slightly.

"It's not pretty. Believe me," Dean said, nodding, causing Anna to hit him.

"Well, Mr. Winchester, are you going to stay with us?" Anna asked, now putting on a polite host smile.

"Doubt it," Sam said, looking down at the ground.

John looked a bit hurt. "Sam --"

Sam shrugged, looking up at his father. "What, it's true. You haven't been there once in the past six months. We were at home and you didn't come to help. And now suddenly you're here? Why?"

"Because Dean called me! He told me you needed me!" John said, throwing up his hands in surrender. Bending down, he grabbed his bag. "But if you don't want me here --"

"He what?" Sam asked slowly. He turned to his brother. "You what?"

"Sam, don't pull that," Dean said, rolling his eyes. "As much as I want to help you there's only so much I can do. Dad's a father, obviously. He can help. He can teach you."

"Teach me what? How to abandon my family?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows. "No thanks."

"Yeah, you've already got that down, don't you?" Dean suddenly asked, crossing his arms. He glared a bit at his brother. "Why don't you cut him some slack, alright? He's been gone for six months. You were gone for two years."

"Leave," Sam said suddenly, looking between his brother and his father.

Dean quickly uncrossed his arms, looking both shocked and hurt. "What?"

"You heard me," Sam said, looking over at him. "Both of you need to leave."

"Sam --"

"Go!" Sam yelled. He stormed over to the door and held it open. "Now. Just go."

"No," Dean said, crossing his arms.

"Excuse you?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows. He smirked slightly, shaking his head.

"I'm not leaving," Dean said, walking over to his brother. "When things don't go your way you run from the problem. Well, you know what? You need to stop acting like a spoiled little brat, you got that?" Sam glared at his brother, but didn't say a word. Dean then turned to Anna. "Where do our bags go?"

"Um…" Anna looked between each of the Winchester men, looking a bit shocked and emotional. "I-I'll show you." She waited for Dean to grab the bags, John grabbing his own, before leading the two oldest up the stairs.

"Sam, can we talk?" Dean yelled through Sam's guest bedroom door late that night.

Sam rolled over in his bed, groaning slightly. He sighed, sitting up. After yawning loudly, he nodded. "Yeah, sure. Whatever."

Dean opened the door and walking into the room. Looking around, he sat down on the bed. "Did I wake you?"

"No, of course not," Sam said sarcastically. "It's two past midnight and I'm wide awake."

Dean rolled his eyes. Sighing, he looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry I called you a spoiled little brat. That was out of line. I --"

"Dean --"

"I mean, you're going through a hard time right now… I didn't mean to snap at you. And I didn't mean to throw you going to college in your face like that." Dean looked up at his brother. "I'm sorry."

Sam nodded, looking away from Dean. "I know how hard it is for you to apologize, so it's fine. Don't worry about it." He looked back at his brother, exhaling deeply. "I'm sorry for telling you to leave."

"And Dad?"

"Not so sorry about telling him to leave," Sam said, nodding.

"Sam, he just wants to help," Dean said, his eyes almost pleading. "At least let him try."

Sam nodded, looking down at the blanket for a second before looking back at Dean. "If it means that much to you… Fine. I'll give him a chance. One chance. After that he's gone. Got it?"

Dean nodded, smirking slightly. "Got it." He looked around for a second, laying down on the bed. "So, what's this? You get the girl knocked up and you're not even allowed to share a room with her?"

Sam laughed slightly, laying down next to his brother. "Actually, she wanted to share a room. I just wasn't so sure since you and Dad are staying here."

Dean thought for a moment, then nodded. "Good point. I wouldn't want to wake up in the middle of the night, and hear 'Oh, Sam, more! More!'" He looked over at his little brother, grinning.

"Shut up," Sam said, though he was smiling. He pushed Dean, causing him to fall off the bed. He laughed, scooting over.

"Sam!" Anna called through the door, knocking. "Guess what?"

"What?" Sam asked, sitting up on the bed.

Anna walked in, wearing a new Victoria's Secret nightgown. "I went shopping yesterday."

Sam eyes went a little wide, but he smiled none the less. "I see that."

"Damn, girl," Dean said, sitting up from his spot on the floor, grinning like an idiot.

"Oh, shit!" Anna yelled, grabbing Sam's blanket and covering herself. "Dean! Get the hell out of here!"

"Can I borrow her?" Dean asked, looking over at his brother.

Sam rolled his eyes, still smiling slightly. "Get out."

Dean stood up, shrugging. "Just as long as I don't hear --"

"Dean!" Sam yelled.

Anna hit Dean, pushing him out of the room. She closed the door, locking it. "Pervert."

"Good boy, John. Take care of that bitch so I won't have to," Jess whispered, hovering behind John, unnoticeable. John was sitting down at a desk in his guest room, mixing some herbs together.

After a couple minutes, he held up the vial. "It's ready."

Haley: Anna said that she'd melt if Dean asked to borrow her. Then I was like 'Sorry, but in this story you love Sam, not Dean' and she's like 'Deprive me of the hott Winchester, will you?' I was like 'Yes. I will'. I want Dean all for myself! Nawd. Looks over at Dean and smirks.

Dean: Haley?

Haley: Yes, snookums? Big smile.

Dean: Alright, I'm out of here! Quickly leaves!

Haley: Sad. But Dean never runs from women… He usually runs towards them.

Sam: You're eleven years younger than him.

Haley: Thinks for a moment. Nods. Good point. Very good point.

Sam: And it'd be illegal.

Haley: Since when does Dean care about the law?

Sam: I guess it was your turn for a good point.

Haley: DEAN! COME BACK! Runs after him!

Sam: Turns to readers. Stay tuned to figure out what my Dad is up to now! Night! Runs after Haley and Dean! GUYS!