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 Three

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!

"So… family breakfast?" Dean asked, walking into the kitchen slowly. He looked at the table, finding pancakes, sausage, bacon, hash brows and orange juice. He raised his eyebrows slightly, looking over at Anna and Sam, who were already seated.

Anna shrugged, smiling widely. "Yeah! I always had them as a kid and thought they were fun. What's wrong with them?"

"Nothing," Dean said quickly, walking over to the table. He sat down, looking around the kitchen. "Just never had them as a kid, that's all…"

"Never?" Anna asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Well, when I was a little kid, yeah, sure. But not since," Dean said, shrugging. He grabbed the OJ and poured himself some juice.

Anna hesitated for a moment, then looked down at her plate. "Oh… When your mom was alive… Sorry."

"No biggie," Dean said, shrugging. He forked his pancake, then looked around. "Where's Dad?"

"I'm not sure," Sam said, shrugging.

John then walked into the kitchen, carrying a glass in his hands. He walked over to Anna, handing it to her. "Mary always drank that when she was pregnant. Her own personal recipe.

Anna smiled. "Thanks, Mr. Winchester." She brought the glass to her lips before Sam quickly pushed it away, knocking it to the floor. "Sam, what --?"

"Anna, you can't drink that," Sam said quickly, his eyes a bit wide. He looked up at John. "How could you?"

John pretended to look a bit confused. "Sam, what are you talking about?"

"I had a dream," Sam said, standing up. "That you poisoned Anna. Why?"

Dean narrowed his eyes at his father, also standing up. "Is this true?"

John looked between the three young people, swallowing slightly. He hesitated before speaking. "Yes, it's true," he said, nodding.

Anna stood up quickly, tears in her eyes. "Why? Why would you want to kill your grandchild?"

"Anna, I'm sorry, but –"

"C'mon," Sam said, taking Anna's hand in his own. He led her out of the kitchen, hugging her close as they walked.

Dean walked over to his father slowly, glaring at him. "Why would you do that ?"

"Dean, it was for Sam's own good," John tried to reason.

"His own good?" Dean asked, crossing his arms. "That's bullshit Dad, and you know it."

"I love Sam, Dean. I don't want him to be burdened with fatherhood," John said, his eyes pleading.

"Oh, so now being a father is a burden?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Dean, that's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?" Dean asked, his voice quickly raising.

"Sam's young, Dean. He's only twenty," John said, now becoming mad at his oldest.

"Twenty two," Dean said quietly, closing his eyes slightly.

"What?" John asked, a bit surprised.

"He's twenty fucking two, Dad! Not twenty!" Dean yelled, his face hard as he glared at his father. "If you paid any attention you'd know that!"

John sighed, shaking his head. "Irregardless, he's too young to be having a child. I was trying to save him, Dean. You have to understand that."

"I understand, alright! I understand that you just tried to poison the mother of his child!" Dean yelled, motioning towards the stairs, where Sam and Anna had left to leave the two alone. He shook his head, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. "What would Mom think?"

"Your mother wouldn't want Sam to be a father this early, Dean," John tried to reason.

"No, she wouldn't. But she'd be supportive," Dean said, shaking his head at his father. "Why don't you give it a try for once in your goddamned life?" He glared John before walking past him, out of the kitchen.

Later that day, Anna sat in her room, her phone glued to her ear (no, not literally). Sam and Dean had left for the day, and the three had all kicked John out, so he couldn't attempt to hurt Anna again. Now she was talking to her friend.

"Terri, it isn't what you think," Anna said, rolling her eyes.

"What do you mean 'it isn't what I think'? Anna, it's worse!"

"How is it worse?" Anna asked, crossing her arms.

"You knew something would happen between you and Sam once you got out of the hospital, so you went off birth control. Anna, you're trying to trap him!"

"Terri, I wasn't on birth control because I was in the hospital," Anna said, rolling her eyes. "They're all about not taking pills because they might clash with their own meds."

"Anna, don't lie to me. We're best friends. Tell me the truth."

Anna groaned, falling down on her bed. "Fine, but you can't tell Sam, got it?"

"Fine, but you can't tell Sam, got it?"

Dean narrowed his eyes, stopping at Anna's bedroom door. Him and Sam had just gotten back from being out and he was headed back to his guestroom when he heard those words come from Anna's room.

"I was on birth control until I was in the hospital, of course; the part about the pills and meds and crap is true. But when I went back to Sam's motel I didn't tell him I was off… I actually kinda told him I was on." Silence. "Yes, Terri, I trapped him. But can you blame me? I did it out of love! Besides, he's hott, along with Dean. Who wouldn't want to look at those two bodies for the rest of their lives?"

Dean glared at the door. He was thinking about barging in and telling her off, but thought better about it; he'd have to go to Sam first.

Dean turned around and started down the stairs, looking around. "Sam?"

"In here!" came Sam's voice from the living room.

Dean walked in and found his brother laying down on the couch, his eyes closed. "Sam, wake up."

"I am awake," Sam said, his eyes still closed. "How else would I be talking?"

"Then open your eyes," Dean said, walking over to the couch. Pushing Sam's feet off, he sat down. "I have some news."

Sam sat up, looking at his brother with confused, yet hurt, eyes. "You're leaving, aren't you?" Dean raised his eyebrows at his brother, staring at him like he was crazy. "Then what?"

"It's about Anna," Dean said, looking down. Sam knew it had to be bad; Dean didn't want to look him in the eye.

"What happened? Is she hurt? Is there something wrong with the baby?" Sam asked quickly, his eyes widening in panic. Standing up, he quickly started towards the staircase.

"No, Sam, no!" Dean said, also standing up. "They're fine."

Sam turned to his brother, looking confused. "Then what is it?"

"Anna… she wasn't on birth control when you two slept together," Dean said quietly, looking away from Sam.

"Obviously," Sam said, shrugging. "If she was on birth control she wouldn't have gotten pregnant."

"Wait, you knew?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Sam nodded, walking over to a chair. Sitting down, he looked up at his older brother. "Of course I knew. It's pretty obvious, don't you think?" He shrugged. "She probably just forgot or something." Dean chuckled slightly, shaking his head. Sam cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

"Sam, she knew she wasn't on it," Dean said, crossing his arms. "She wanted to get pregnant. She wanted you to be trapped because of the baby."

Rolling his eyes, Sam leaned back in the chair. "Dean, that's ridiculous. Anna wouldn't do that."

"How do you know?" Dean asked, walking over to him slowly.

"Because I know her," Sam said simply, shrugging.

"No you don't, Sam," Dean said, sitting down on the coffee table in front of his little brother. "You knew her for, what, three or so days back then? And now you've been with her for two more. Sam, you can't get to know a person in and out in that little of time; especially when you think about how much shit we went through to save her ass from that demon." He sighed slightly, shaking his head. "Sam, under those conditions, you're liable to miss a few details about someone."

"She wouldn't do that," Sam repeated, trying now to convince himself more than Dean.

"Who are you going to trust?" Dean asked, crossing his arms. "A girl you just met a month ago or someone who has been there with you since you were born?" Sam looked down at the ground, and that was enough for Dean. "Fine, I'm leaving."

Sam quickly looked up as Dean stood up, starting towards the stairs. "Dean --!"

"I'm grabbing my stuff then I'm out," Dean said, starting up the stairs.

"Dean, wait --!"

"Good bye, Sammy."

Sam: Why would I trust Anna over Dean?

Haley: Shrug. You probably wouldn't; I just like drama.

Dean: Sarcastic.Oh, thanks, Haley.

Haley: Big smile! No problem!

Sam & Dean: Rolls eyes.