It was April and the sun was shining through the clouds. The family car pulled into the driveway, and Dean was the last to climb out.

"Why do we have to go to church every Sunday?" asked Dean, as he yanked off his tie and ruffled his hair. "It seems stupid, all that praying for something that might not be real."

The family had just arrived home from their church's Easter Sunday service. Dean was now twelve years old, and passed the age of make believe things like Santa and the Easter Bunny. Now it appeared that he was questioning his faith. Mary turned to her eldest, as John and Sam ventured indoors. Mary was heavily pregnant, with only one month to go. Her bump was large, and hidden underneath her dress that she reserved for church.

"There is nothing wrong with having a little faith in the world, Dean," she said, with a soft smile. "You're just at the age when you start to question everything. Trust me, all boys go through it. Even your father."

Dean scowled, as Mary smoothed his hair down.

"I just don't get it, how could some dude just come back from the dead like that?" he remarked. "I get he's kinda all powerful and stuff, but it makes no sense. When you die, you can't come back from the dead."

Mary frowned.

"Honey, where is this all coming from?" she queried.

Dean shrugged his shoulders. His freckles were out in full force, due to the sunny weather Kansas had been blessed with recently. Mary figured out why her son's behaviour was a little off the past few weeks. His best friend, Kyle, had recently lost his mother to breast cancer. Dean had known Mrs Larson ever since he was in preschool. The Winchesters had even gone to the funeral to show support to the Larson family.

"Dean, what happened with Kyle's mom was tragic, but there was nothing the doctors could do, you know that," she added, as she put an arm around her eldest son's shoulders. "All you can do, is be there for Kyle, and I'm sure Kyle would do the same for you."

Dean frowned again.

"If there is a God, then why does he take good people?" he said, very bluntly.

Mary sighed, as she gently rubbed her bulging stomach. The baby was wriggling around and kicking again. Mary was distracted by it during the whole service. Dean wasn't wrong in thinking this way in Mary's opinion. She had often thought this herself, especially after her own parents' death.

"I don't know, honey" Mary replied, honestly.

She winced loudly, her hand going to her huge bump. Dean's green eyes went wide.

"Mom, are you alright?" he asked, grabbing her arm. "Is it the baby?"

On seeing the sudden look of concern on her son's face, she gave him a small smile.

"It's alright, Dean," reassured Mary. "The baby is just kicking again. You were the same. You're Dad always thought with the way you were kicking me, that you would burst through my stomach like in Alien."

Dean smirked, and gingerly put a hand on his mother's bump. As soon as he did, the unborn baby inside kicked.

"Hey little brother" he commented, with a bright smile.

Mary smiled too. Christina still stood her ground and insisted to Mary that she was carrying a daughter, but the scan after Christmas proved otherwise. The boys were delighted that they were getting a brother, especially Sam, who had been the little brother for so long.

They had even figured out a name. It was basic and traditional. Since Sam and Dean were both named after Mary's parents, it seemed only fair to name their third child after John. After much thought and debate, John had even decided to give the child the middle name, Henry, after his own father. Henry was absent nearly all of John's life, after disappearing when he was very small. It was decided that the baby would be named Johnathan Henry Winchester Junior.

John knew that his Grandma Christina would have a strong and vocal opinion on the matter. The frail old lady continued to knit a pink blanket for the new baby, no matter how many times she would be told it was a boy. Also she didn't agree with including his absent father's name. John didn't need reminding about how much he had been let down in the past. All he knew, was that his own children wouldn't suffer like he did.

"You got the best bedroom in the house," said Dean to the bump. "It used to be Sammy's room, and he's bummed that he has to share with me. I wasn't happy at first, but I'm older so I'm the boss."

Mary rolled her eyes. It was the typical argument she heard far too often. She then petted her son on the head.

"Let's go inside" she said, with another wince.

The rest of the day was spent in the backyard, with a picnic lunch and Easter egg hunt. Mary had longed for a life of serenity like this for so long. After being surrounded by death and danger, Mary feared she would never escape the life of a hunter, especially since she came from a long line of hunters on both her parents' sides. Now, she was surrounded by life, and had a new one growing inside her womb.

It was just extremely unfortunate that Mary wouldn't be around to see next Easter.

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