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Title: Life Changes

Chapter Title: Chapter Thirteen

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!

Two years later…

"Dean! I need your help in here!"

Dean looked up from the laptop, raising his eyebrows slightly. Great… It had been two years since they brought Kevin home from the hospital and still Anna was having trouble taking care of a kid by herself. Which, actually, was why Dean hadn't left yet. He staid with her all throughout her pregnancy, did all the things Sam would've had to have done --

"Sam…" Dean whispered, swallowing hard. Sam had told him that he would be back right after the baby was born. Isn't that what he said? But the baby had been born over two years ago and still Sam wasn't back. He --

"Dean!"

"I'm coming!" Dean yelled, groaning in annoyance. He shut the laptop and walked out of his room, over to the nursery. Walking through the doorway, he raised his eyebrows slightly. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Kevin was playing in his play pen… though Anna was staring at her son with frightened eyes. "What?"

"He moved things!" Anna screamed, her eyes wide. "He… he…"

"He what?" Dean sighed. When Anna didn't respond, Dean rolled his eyes and walked over to the toddler, picking him up from the crib. He smiled as Kevin giggled. The child was his only lifeline to Sam; he was the one thing that Dean could cherish and hold onto. "He what, Anna? What did my little nephew do?"

"He looked at something and it moved," Anna whispered, her hands trembling.

"Sam warned us that he'd have powers," Dean said, setting the kid back into the crib. He turned to the mother of his nephew, looking a little annoyed. "It's not my fault you didn't listen to him."

"But Sam received his when he was twenty two! My baby's only two years old! We should still have twenty years, at least!" Anna said, her eyes frantic.

"Yeah, well, what can you expect? My parents weren't psychics. One of Kevin's was. Deal with it." Dean turned towards the doorway.

"Why are you being so cruel?" Anna whispered, staring at Dean with a mix of confusion and hurt. "What did I ever do to you?"

"Nothing," Dean reasoned, nodding slightly. "But my brother is dead because of your kid. I won't hold that against Kevin, but I will hold it against you. You tried to trap my brother with a baby and it ended up killing him."

"I didn't trap him," Anna said, narrowing her eyes at Dean. "I already told you, I didn't make that phone call."

"Then who did?" Dean asked, crossing his arms.

"Someone pretending to be me? Someone who wanted you and Sam to be separated so Sam wouldn't have his older brother there to watch his back?" Anna offered, shrugging slightly. "I don't know. But it wasn't me, Dean."

"You told him you were on birth control." Dean was trying to find another reason to pin this all on Anna. It wasn't working well, but he had to blame someone. "You told me to go after the demon; you told me to leave Sam. You said you'd look after him. You didn't."

Anna sighed slightly, shaking her head. "If you hate me so much, Dean, then why aren't you gone?"

"Because I'm protecting my nephew," Dean growled, glaring at Anna. "And you. That demon still wants Kevin; I'm not gonna let anything happen to him, and I'm sparing him the pain of having his mother pinned above his crib in a fiery death."

"Fine," Anna whispered, nodding. "You're just doing this for Sam. I understand that."

"I owe it to him," Dean said softly before leaving the room. He shook his head, walking over to his own room. Laying down on the bed, he looked up at the ceiling.

"Naps in the middle of the day, Dean? Aren't you a little old for that routine?"

Dean froze, his heart pounding. No way. That couldn't have been… But it sounded so much like him… Like his Sammy. He slowly looked over at the doorway, and practically jumped off his bed when he saw his baby brother standing there. Running over to him, he pulled him into a tight hug.

"Dean?" Sam gasped out.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Can't… Breathe…"

"Oh. Sorry." Dean loosened his grip on Sam, but didn't let go. He was afraid that if he let go of him then he'd disappear again.

"Dean, it's okay… I'm back," Sam said softly, smiling slightly. He pulled away from his brother's grasps, only to be pulled into another hug. "Dean, what happened to 'No Chick Flick Moments'?"

Dean pulled away from Sam a bit, but only enough to look him in the eye. He was staring at his little brother like he was crazy. "Sam? You died. You've been dead for two years. I think a Chick Flick Moment is unavoidable, so let me just get through it so we don't have to have one later, okay?"

Sam laughed slightly, nodding. "Alright." He smiled when Dean looked satisfied and pulled his brother into another hug.

After a few minutes, Dean finally pulled away from his brother. "How are you back?"

"Dean!"

Dean sighed, rolling his eyes. "Not now!"

"Dean, I need you in here!"

Sam looked amused, and Dean shot him a glare. "I've had to put up with that blonde monster for two years by myself now. It's not funny. She's so demanding! Now that you're back I almost want to spare you the pain of living with her and kill you again!"

"Yeah, but Dean? That'd be bad," Sam said slowly, acting as if he was talking to a four year old.

"No shit Sherlock." Dean groaned in annoyance. "Anna, can't you come in here? I'm a little tied up! Besides, there's someone here you should say hi to!"

A few moments later Anna walked into the room, Kevin attached to her hip as she carried him. As she saw Sam, her eyes went wide. As she spoke to Dean, she didn't take her eyes off of the father of her child. "Dean, Kevin glowed. Like… a blue force field type thing was around him? I don't know what he did…"

"I think I do," Sam said, nodding slightly. He walked closer to Anna, taking the toddler from her. He smiled down at the child, who giggled.

"Daddy," he said, sticking a hand into his mouth, giggling again.

"Oh, sure, we've tried everything here," Anna said, crossing her arms. "'C'mon, Kevin, say Mama.' 'C'mon, Kevin, say Uncle Dean.' But, nooo. He sees you for one second and says 'Daddy'! How is that fair, I ask you?"

"You've been trying to get him to say Uncle Dean?" Sam asked, clearly amused. He looked over at his brother with raised eyebrows, a grin on his face.

Dean shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "Well… You know, I'm his uncle, so…" He shrugged slightly. "Why not?"

"Okay, let's back up a bit here, okay?" Anna asked, a smile creeping onto his lips. "Our son (who just got his powers today, mind you) brought you back from the dead?"

"Yeah," Sam said simply, shrugging.

"Anna, can you excuse us for a moment?" Dean asked, not taking his eyes off of his brother.

"Um, yeah…" Anna took Kevin from Sam and gave Sam a quick kiss before leaving the room.

"You do realize that you lied to me, right?" Dean asked, crossing his arms. "'Oh, don't worry, Dean, I'll be back after the baby's born. I won't be dead long.'"

"Hey, the baby's been born," Sam said, shrugging. "I didn't say how long after, now did I?"

"You know I'm gonna kick your ass, right?" Dean asked, looking annoyed with his brother.

"Dean, I honestly didn't know how long it would take," Sam said, shrugging. "I just knew Kevin was going to do it. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Sam, how could you just give up like that? How could you just die? Do you even know how upset I was?"

"Yeah, I do," Sam said softly. "You knew I was there. I know you knew."

Dean hung his head for a moment, digging his hands into his pockets, then looked back up at Sam. He nodded. "Yeah, I know… Were you there the whole time?"

Sam nodded slightly. "Yeah, I was. I was there from right after I died to when they had to literally hold you back so they could take my body to the hospital morgue."

"They were taking you away from me," Dean whispered, shrugging slightly. "I didn't like that thought."

"Dean, you were yelling at them," Sam said, his amusement clearly shown on his face.

"So?" Dean asked defensively, crossing his arms. "Alright, let's stop thinking about what happened back then. You're here and that's all that matters."

"Fine, jerk," Sam said, shrugging. He opened the door, stepping out.

Dean smiled as Sam turned from. He had his baby brother back. Finally. He stepped out after him. "Bitch."

"If you two don't stop with that language around the child I'm gonna wash both of your mouths out with soap!" came Anna yell from Kevin's room.

Sam grinned, looking over at his brother, who actually grinned back.

The End

Haley: Earlier today me and my sister had a 'Sam and Dean Moment'.

Dean: Um… What the hell are you talking about?

Haley: Well, Sam will say 'Jerk' then you'll say 'Bitch'. My sister was walking towards her room and I was like 'Loser' and she was like 'Brat'. We just don't use the language you two do.

Sam: Actually, that is a lot like us, Dean. Haley's the younger, and he sister said the worse name. Well, worse in my opinion.

Dean: Yeah, yeah, yeah. So they turned our brotherly crap into sisterly crap. Who cares?

Haley: Shrug. I just thought it was interesting. Anyway… Turns to audience/readers. That's it! The end! No more! Ya'll should go read Lose Yourself now if you aren't already, cause it's good, and some good stuff is in store! But… ahem… I'm going to have to change the rating from 'T' to 'M'.

Sam: Why?

Haley: Heh… let's just say that a hott demon gets friendly with you, Sam. Very friendly.

Dean: Shudder.

Haley: Anyway, bye! Thanks for reading! I hope the ending turned out good for ya'll!