Hey guys, thanks for the reviews and alerts! Amazing as always. I have to say that you're a fickle bunch. Everyone hated Bonnie at first and now you're all begging me not to kill her, tsk. I'm not giving anything away so just stay tuned!

This is a really angsty chapter which can't really be helped under the circumstances as Dean attempts to deal. Not to worry though…Sam's there to pick up the pieces. Swooooooon!

This is mainly Sam and Dean, gotta be said. There are some funny moments here and the long awaited porn (more coming though). Isn't it strange how with my OC's Dean is more sensitive with his wife than Sam sometimes? Anyhoo…..Baby's unleashing the python so take cover girls cos that thing spits when it's angry!

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"Hold still."

"Stop pulling."

Hope slapped her brother's head. "So hold still idiot." She grabbed his bare shoulders and steadied them against the hard backed chair. Draping a towel over him she picked up a comb and scissors attempting to tidy up the mop on his head.

"Why did you cut it?" She asked him quietly.

"I don't know, new beginning, a way of saying goodbye maybe."

"Kinda like a chick getting dumped."

"You've got the sensitivity of a rhino you know that?"

"Ok, don't get hormonal. If you must know I think what you did was romantic."

He was quiet for a moment. "I wanted her to have something of mine and it was all that I had."

"That's kinda sad."

"Yeah well…"

She stood between his long legs and measured the lengths of hair at the front. "You must really miss her."

"Yeah."

"It's weird how things work out." She pondered slowly. "I mean, Sam felt the same way as you once, he lost his first love. But if she hadn't died then we wouldn't have Dylan or Lily."

"You could argue everything's down to fate."

"Maybe it is. I mean look where we are, it's where their lives took a different path, that wouldn't have happened unless Sam had his accident. Neither of us would be here."

"Yeah and Dad woulda met some other cool chick and someone else would be having this conversation."

"You don't believe in destiny?"

He sighed. "I believe our choices have consequences but some cosmic plan? Nah."

"I mean, think about it…most people just have kids but we were picked out."

"What are you talking about?"

Hope paused a second and took a step back looking at him. "When we were trying to find out about the demon kids Grandpa regressed me."

"Ok."

"I saw this place. I don't know how to describe it but it's like a waiting room of souls waiting to be born, the weirdest thing. All Sam's lost babies were there."

"That's depressing."

She shrugged going back to her task. "I like to think that our bodies may have been created in a lab but that we were picked out of all those souls."

"For what?"

"To help the fight, save the world, I don't know." She said as she ruffled the hair in her fingers. "Done."

He took her hand from his hair and stared at her for a second. "I don't know where my soul came from but I doubt it was from there."

"Maybe not, but as soon as you were delivered your slate was wiped clean Cole. It's all yours now." She told him with uncharacteristic seriousness.

He got up, breaking the moment and looked at his reflection in the mirror above the dresser. She had managed to make it look pretty good considering, it was short enough to please their Dad and long enough to still be Cole. "Not bad sis."

"I have skills."

She took the towel she had been using and went to the bathroom to toss the hair as he collapsed onto one of the beds. She came back a second later sitting down on the other. She sighed and looked around the room. "He must have been lonely."

"Who, Dad?" Cole turned on his side and propped his head on one hand.

"I mean before Sam. Could you imagine hunting on your own with no one to care whether you came back or not?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Why do you think he has such separation anxiety issues? He can't stand being alone, it terrifies him more than anything else out there." He paused. "Did Mom tell you everything about when they met?"

"Yeah, and believe me I wish she'd kept some of it to herself." Hope smiled and stared off into the distance like she could imagine the two of them there in the room. "She said she was a total dork, whenever he walked into a room she'd drop or spill something." She rolled her eyes. "She still is a moron over him if you ask me."

"It's kinda cute if you think about it, I mean they've been together all this time and they're still crazy about each other."

"Yeah, who am I kidding? I guess monogamy's not really my thing."

"What? You won't be faithful to Luc?"

Her eyes widened. "I don't know when I'll see him again. I can't last that long."

"Sure you can."

"You don't know what it's like. I love the guy and I'd rather be with him but sometimes…"

He sat up and faced her. "Dad told me I had to help you control some of those urges and that's what I'm gonna do."

She laughed. "How exactly are you gonna do that? Stick me in a cheerleading uniform and let me loose on a bunch of rampant jocks? Bang up job."

He laughed with her. "Yeah as far as plans go it's not genius but we can work on it. I'll give you half an hour alone in the room every day or something."

"Whatever." She sighed. "Mom told me that when they first got together she was at his beck and call. He was almost thirty and he couldn't control it."

"But he never cheated."

"How do you know that for sure?"

"Cos it's Dad, he's taken loyalty to the level of art. He'd rather die than be with another woman."

"Yeah, I know you're right." She sighed.

"Should we call him?"

She smiled. "Yeah, he'll be stoked when he hears where we are."

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When Dean came back from the bathroom he walked into the den and sat heavily on the couch letting his head collapse into his hands. Sam sat next to him and put a hand on his back. He didn't have anything to say to him and it hurt.

"Maybe you should sit with her for a little while." Sam told his wife. "Tell her Dean will be there in a bit."

As Brooke went to leave she paused and stooped to kiss Dean's cheek. "Don't forget, we're all here for you."

He tried to smile but all he managed was a terse nod. "Thanks."

"What are you going to do Dean?" Han asked. "I don't want to push…"

"No you're right." He rubbed at his face and tried desperately to think. "I'll go back to the station see what I can do. The nearest hospital's in Anchorage, freakin' miles away."

Sam looked at Han. "You have to go with her Dean."

He shook his head. "I'm not leavin' you or anyone else to deal with my mess."

"I can cope."

"That's sweet Sam but no."

"Dean…"

"I said no dammit!" He glared angrily at him.

He hated having to make this choice, how could anyone decide between two people they loved so much? The reality of it had made him sick, he was never weak except at times like this when responsibility weighed on him, crushing him so he couldn't breathe.

The fact was he couldn't change Bonnie's future but he could do something to make sure Sam still had one to look forward to. Ideally he would like them all to go but he knew he wouldn't survive more than a day alone. Not because it was dangerous but because he needed someone to be with him and keep him strong.

"Ok." Sam tried to keep his voice steady. "Han said he'd go with her, I'm sending the others too."

Dean looked at his friend. "Can you do that?"

Han nodded knowing Dean would do the same for him. "Sure." He looked awkward for a second and took a deep breath. "We're going to need a power of attorney."

"A what?" Dean frowned at Sam.

"So someone can make decisions about Bonnie's treatment in your absence, ya know, if she can't."

"You want me to pick out a coffin now too?" It wasn't fair but he couldn't help it.

The silence was broken by Dean's phone ringing. It played the theme tune for Hawaii Five O and usually made people laugh, now it just seemed a stark reminder of a life he didn't want. He reached into his pocket and checked the display. "It's Cole." He said looking up with a sigh.

"You want me to take it?" Sam asked.

Dean paused and stood up. "I got it." He flipped it open and started to pace. "Hey, how's it goin'?" He said in a remarkably calm voice.

"Hey Dad. We're good. Guess where we are?"

"Where?"

"Schenectady."

Dean paused. "What are you doin' there?"

"We wanted to see where you and Mom met. We're in your old room at the motel now."

The memories came flooding back and Dean leaned against the wall for support. He cleared his throat. "Wow."

There was a pause on the line as he imagined the phone being snatched. "Dad, we found your devil's trap under the carpet. It's still here after all these years and the guy at the desk remembers Mom. He doesn't like her much but he remembers." Hope babbled as Dean rubbed at his sore eyes.

"That's great."

"Are you ok Dad?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Is Mom there? I wanna tell her."

He coughed again and looked across at Sam. "Yeah hang on. Don't keep her too long though, she's tired."

"You sound weird."

"Just a long day." He said as he walked to the bedroom. "You two ok?"

"Yeah, we found a hunt."

"Good job, where?" Dean walked into the room and was glad to be on the phone as it was a distraction from the renewed shock of seeing how pale Bonnie was.

"Texas. We'll tell you about it another time."

He sat on the side of the bed as Brooke left. Bonnie shifted so she could lay her head in his lap as he passed her the phone. "It's Hope."

"Hi honey."

Dean ran his hands through her hair as he listened to the one-sided conversation.

"No, he's fine. He's right here. He's just in a grump cos Nitro chewed his favourite boots." Bonnie shrugged up at him apologetically and he shook his head in amazement.

She listened for a minute then chuckled. "You're kidding? Dean did they tell you where they are?"

"Yeah." He smiled at her enthusiasm.

"God, that man was a bastard. He's still around? Wow."

Hope talked excitedly a little while longer and Bonnie listened patiently. "I'm glad you're there. Let me speak to your brother quickly…I love you too."

There was a brief pause and Bonnie reached for Dean's hand and held it as she spoke briefly to Cole. Something made her laugh. "Yeah, I don't think Point Hope has big plans for New Year. We'll call you at midnight though." She sighed. "Me too. Goodnight."

She handed the phone back and Dean sat rigidly as she looked up at him. "Can you believe they're there, where it all started?" She asked quietly.

"They're cool kids." Came the gruff response.

"You know, that first time I saw you I knew you'd change my life."

"You did?"

She smiled and he saw some of that old spark. "I just thought I'd have a new regular in the spank bank, I never dreamed you'd want me too."

He laughed. "I'm a bit slow on the uptake sometimes but I get there in the end."

"You had me pregnant inside six weeks Dean, slow isn't the word I'd use." She gazed up at him thoughtfully. "You've got that look."

"What look?"

"The one you get when you realize you can't save everyone."

"You're not everyone."

She went to sit up and he relaxed a little as he pulled her onto his lap. They held onto one another and he could feel her shallow breath against his neck. "I'm glad you know."

It was then he came to the realization that all the time he thought that he had been protecting her it had been the other way around. For the first time he didn't make any bold statements or promises he couldn't keep, he was just her grieving husband. "You should have told me."

"Would you have listened?"

He sighed. "No."

"You're sending me away and you're not coming with me are you?"

He shifted slightly and looked into her eyes. "I want to but I can't."

"It's ok, I understand." She said a little too quickly.

He felt like a total failure for letting her down when she needed him most but there was nothing else he could do. He knew she accepted it but it didn't make things any easier when he was also aware that without him she would fade faster. The fact that she didn't make a big deal out of something as huge as this made him love her even more.

"I'm so sorry."

She silenced him with a kiss. When she pulled away she was smiling. "I don't have any regrets, not about anything. At least I'll have a little part of you with me until you get there, and who knows, you might even make it to the birth this time."

His eyes searched her heart shaped face. "You're incredible, how can you be so calm?"

"Like freaking out's going to help. You'll do that for the pair of us."

She knew him too well and he was wound tighter than a coiled spring. He couldn't wait to start hitting something but he was tender as he settled her back on the bed and tucked her in. "I have to go out for a little while but I'll be back soon." He bent down to kiss her and hesitated to leave.

"It's ok, go. I can't deprive the poor women of Point Hope of their nightly porn."

As he left he broke the habit of a lifetime and turned at the door for one last look.

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Dean put on his windbreaker. "I'm gonna go sort things out." He said to Sam and Han as he put on the hat he hated. "I'll take Cujo with me." He said as he slapped his thigh and Nitro came running.

"Wait, I'm coming too." Sam jumped up and grabbed his own jacket. He'd made himself a promise that no matter what happened he wasn't leaving his brother alone. Sam had some idea of what he was going through but had no idea how he would deal with it. Until his brother came to terms with this, then Sam was going to be his constant companion and be there to handle the fall out. Dean didn't argue and Sam was glad, it meant that he wanted to talk.

They went out to the squad car which Dean opened. Sam let Nitro in the back and got in next to his brother. He couldn't believe how comfortable Dean was in his role as Sheriff, Sam had always had him pegged as a villain but it suited him to be in the role of town protector, maybe because no real laws seemed to apply in somewhere so remote.

Dean said nothing as he began to drive until he got to a quiet road and pulled over. He shut off the engine and Sam waited, he didn't know whether he should comfort him or take cover so he did nothing.

Dean sat back and stared at the snow falling in the headlights. "I knew it was coming, but I didn't wanna see it. What the hell am I supposed to do without her?" He asked sadly.

Sam felt for him but the truth was he had only been with Jessica for eighteen months, even their Dad had only been married a decade. Dean had loved the same woman twice that long and shared everything with her and now he had to watch her slowly die when there was nothing he could do to stop it. Sam couldn't comprehend the pain and only prayed the baby made it.

"Honestly? None of us can understand what you're going through. All I know for sure is that you're going to have a baby depending on you to hold it together. Don't let him grow up like us."

"Pretty hard not to get bitter Sammy, she's forty. Of all the things…it had to be somethin' I couldn't save her from."

"She's had almost twenty years of happiness, it's more than most people get." Sam knew it was a lame platitude but he was struggling.

"And what about me and the kids, huh? We just have to keep on goin'? Cole just lost his girlfriend, how do I explain this? What about Rita?" He leaned his head on the steering wheel. "Oh God. I can't do this..."

Sam rested a large hand on the back of his neck. "One thing at a time Dean, you're not on your own. I'll be with you every step of the way, like you were there for me."

"I just want a few more years Sammy, then at least then he'd know her." He looked at Sam on the verge of tears. "And he'd know what I could be like, cos I don't know what I'll turn into without her."

Sam knew the guilt would gnaw at his brother and it's not like he could send him to a shrink. Dean's type of therapy came sealed in a bottle and that was a slippery slope that Sam couldn't let him ride. When this had been Sam, they had both been young, Dean was single and it wasn't so tough on him. Now Dean would feel he was living on the sidelines of his brothers' life, a life that included a daughter who needed a lot of attention and a son who needed guidance. Gone were the days when they could simply hit the road and fight their troubles away.

"You're gonna be his amazing badass Dad, same as you were for the others, and he'll give you a reason to carry on. Have faith Dean."

He turned the key in the ignition. "Don't even get me started on God Sam. He's pissed me off big time and we weren't exactly on speaking terms as it was." He wiped at his eyes and started to drive. "We have to make a pit stop on the way to the station."

"Where?"

"I cuffed Gary Lawson to his oven. I have to let him go…much as I would love to let him rot, apparently it's against the freakin' law!"

"What did he do?"

Dean looked across at him and a vein bulged on his forehead. "He beat up his wife."

The way his brother was feeling right now, Sam was glad he was there as Dean was capable of killing the man otherwise.

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When they got to the bungalow Sam could sense the tension coming off Dean like heat from a flame.

"Gimme the keys, I'll go." Sam said holding out his hand.

Dean had to admit he wanted to beat the man to death and it probably wasn't the best idea so he rummaged in his pocket and handed the keys to the handcuffs over. "Let the pooch out too, he needs to take a dump."

Sam did as he was told and Dean leaned back in the seat listening to some music as he watched Nitro cop a squat. He knew as Sheriff he would have to pick up after him, he was used to dealing with other people's crap so it was nothing new. He glanced at the dark house and saw Sam quickly pick the lock and go inside calling out something he couldn't hear.

He listened to the tunes and tried to get his thoughts together. He could vaguely remember a time when Sam had been his only responsibility but he didn't miss it. He had been with his wife so long he knew there was no going back. He thought they would be together forever despite everything and he had tried so hard. At least with Sam and his kids he stood a chance. What she had couldn't be stopped by a bullet or a spell anymore, this was the real deal.

His thoughts screeched to a halt when Nitro started to bark. Dean sat up and watched him as he bounded up the three steps to the porch and stopped outside the closed door. He looked back at the truck and Dean felt his heart pound.

"Shit!" He grabbed the service rifle from the rack behind him and checked his holster as he opened the door. "Sam!"

"Dean! Get the fuck in here!" He heard the yell come from inside as he measured his paces and hit the front door with his right foot. He didn't pause as he cocked his weapon and burst into the house ready to fire.

Sam was stood in front of the oven staring at a severed arm hanging from the cuff. Sam wasn't being attacked but he was unarmed which is why he had called out. "Whatever it is, it's still here." He told Dean who stared in shock at what remained of Mr Lawson.

Dean removed the weapon from his holster and handed it to Sam with a spare magazine. Shouldering the shotgun he turned in a slow circle. Nitro sniffed at the bloody limb and trotted slowly past them into the back of the kitchen.

Dean shrugged at his brother. "Looks like Cujo's getting' on board with this stuff." They moved towards the dog who sniffed impatiently at the garage door.

"Wait." Sam said. "We don't know what did this, we might need the colt."

"It's in the truck. Be my guest." He told Sam as he put his hand on the doorknob.

Sam stayed behind him as he opened the door and spun around it holding the weapon out in front of him.

Nitro growled and Dean raised from his crouch causing Sam to frown. "It's just a bear."

"Huh?"

"It's a bear Sam." Dean stepped aside and Sam joined him in the doorway as they watched the six hundred pound grizzly tear Lawson's remains to shreds in the cold, dark garage.

"Dean." He whispered.

"Yeah?"

"There aren't any grizzlies this far North and even if there were they don't break into houses."

They both watched as the animal turned to stare at them with something human in its eyes. Dean let off a shot hitting it in the hide, causing it to growl angrily. "It's a skin-walker!" He shouted as he pushed Sam away and pulled the door shut.

Nitro was going ballistic trying to get to the creature as Dean struggled to keep hold of the door as the half human animal tried to get in for dessert.

"Any bright ideas?" Sam shouted.

"Gettin' the Colt might help Sammy."

He turned to leave when the banging abruptly stopped and he turned back with a frown. Dean relaxed slightly and grimaced. "What are the chances he got bored?"

"Slim to anorexic. It could be changing into any animal right now."

"We need to cover the exits, I'll go out front. Stay!" He shouted as Sam froze in his tracks causing Dean to smirk. "Dude, I was talkin' to the dog, but good to know."

Dean ran back to the truck and saw some people had come out of their homes to see what was going on. "Police business folks. Stand back." He opened the door and unlocked the glove compartment removing the Colt.

He walked slowly back to the house holding the Colt in front of him as he approached the garage door. He tried it and found it looked. He bent to pick the padlock and jumped when he saw a mouse sliver underneath.

Dean levelled the Colt and obliterated it with one bullet.

One of the men standing nearby turned to his neighbour with raised eyebrows. "One way to handle pest control I guess."

"He's the best Sheriff ever." His wife said looking slightly flushed despite the fact her slippers were frozen to the tarmac.

He had the garage door open and pulled it up in one movement crouching to cover the room. He saw Sam in the open doorway and they both frowned at one another.

"Did it pass you?!" Dean shouted.

"No. You see anything?"

"I just shot a mouse. Wait. You don't think that could be it?"

Sam shrugged and walked past Lawson's remains and joined his brother to look at the splattered mouse. They both stared down at it like they expected it to resurrect itself and flip them the bird.

The neighbours all stared at the two men as they pointed their guns at the tiny rodent.

"How do we tell?" Dean asked him.

"I suppose you could take a blood sample but that'll take weeks."

They frowned, wondering what to do as Nitro joined them, took a sniff and ate the dead mouse.

"Well there goes that plan." Dean shrugged, looking at his brother.

"I'm at a loss." Sam answered "Nice shot by the way."

"Thanks." Dean said as they ambled casually back to the truck to call it in and order a body bag for Gary Lawson.

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It was a few hours later when Sam finally got to bed. It had taken hours to get through everything with removing the body and filing the paperwork. It was something they had never had to worry about before and it was as tedious as hell.

They then had to get the flight sorted out. It was December thirtieth and nothing was going on New Years Eve. Medivacs couldn't get to them as they were too far away so they would have to take a standard flight. They were thankful that Han was there because he would have to keep Bonnie going through the journey. The logistics of it were scary but the fact Dean was now Sheriff held a lot of sway with the powers that be, especially when he was doing such an awesome job.

Nothing was confirmed but they were meeting with Bart in the morning to go over everything. When they eventually got home, Sam saw that Dylan was sleeping on the couch and took some time to stoke the fire before brushing his teeth and heading to his room.

He smiled when he opened the door and saw that Brooke still had the light on. "Where's Lily?"

She smiled and pointed down at the floor by the side of the bed. He frowned and walked over to find his daughter sleeping in a well cushioned drawer. He crouched down and touched her face. "I should feel ashamed that she looks like an orphan in some Victorian workhouse, but it's just too cute."

Brooke sighed. "I wanted us to have the bed to ourselves for once. It's been a while and with everything that's happened…"

He held up his hands. "Let's not talk about that right now. I don't want to feel any more guilty than I do that you're healthy."

"Ok. So we won't talk, just make love to me instead."

Sam raised his eyebrows. "That sounds nice but, I kinda want to tear off my clothes right now and jump your bones. Would that be totally uncool?"

She laughed and stood up on the bed walking towards him. Even then he still came up to her chin when he wrapped his arms around her waist. She was just wearing a large tee-shirt and he loved it. She never needed any props to get him going.

He grabbed her under the thighs and pulled her off the bed as she wrapped her legs around him. "You're so hot it makes me want to cry." She whispered as he held her firmly and whipped the tee over her head in one motion.

"Don't do that. I wanna make you happy."

As he dropped his jeans she stared into his eyes. "You're going the right way about it so far handsome."

They collapsed onto the bed together and she tore at his shirt pulling it off his massive shoulders. "We killed a mouse tonight." He said cocking a brow as he kicked his sneakers off letting them fall to the floor.

She paused. "A mouse?"

"It tore a man to shreds." He smiled.

"I'll take your word for it babe. Right now though, I'm more interested in that Python you're concealing."

"Python?" He laughed.

"I thought Anaconda may be going overboard and Asp doesn't seem appropriate somehow."

"Nah, I'm good with Python." He nodded as he released it from captivity. He kissed her deeply loving the feeling but needing something more. He looked down at her breathing heavily. "I'm a little…"

"Tense?" She kissed him. "I can tell." This wasn't his normal style but she liked it. "Go for it Sam, don't hold back."

"You're sure?" He asked with the last bit of compassion he had in him.

She shifted and draped her legs over his shoulders lifting her pelvis in the air. "That the right answer?"

"I love you." He said as he brought his full two hundred pound weight onto the backs of her legs and finally felt the tension in him ease as he slammed her into the mattress.

He knew when her legs were starting to get numb from the expression on her face. He let them go after a few minutes and grabbed her around the waist flipping her over so she was now on top. Sitting up he kept her straddled on his lap as they moved together in a practiced rhythm.

"You're amazing." She groaned in his ear.

"And you're a snake charmer."

She laughed as she rotated her hips. "We've still got the mojo."

Sam couldn't speak and she held him close as his head fell back with a distorted sigh. He finally collapsed backwards panting as she sat on top of him.

"Wow." He managed after a couple of minutes.

"Did you do a spell with Dean?" She asked, still on top. "I mean, tell me if you did, I won't mind."

"Do I need a spell to have sex with my wife?"

"No of course not. I kinda like aggressive Sam, but you don't need an excuse to bring him out to play."

He reached up and pulled her off him. "No, that's not who I am." He said as she lay next to him. "I'm pissed off."

"I can tell."

"I just wanted to…"

"Let off steam? Hey, it's ok."

Sam stared at the ceiling. "Sex was always Dean's thing, he had to have it, all the time." He laughed. "I mean, you remember when they were at it constantly?"

Brooke sighed and leaned into him. "I remember."

"It's a medically proven thing that he needs it."

"What are you talking about Sam?"

He looked at her. "How many months do you think he went without it because she was sick? That's some dedication." Sam frowned.

"I don't know."

"I was thinking about it before. It used to be the most important thing and now…I dunno I just remember what it felt like for me when I thought I couldn't."

"And you got scared?"

"I guess. I thought about how he may never get to have sex with his wife again. Then I thought about you and how that would make me feel…I'm sorry."

"Are you kidding? You have nothing to be sorry for. Sex isn't the be all and end all, even for your brother."

"You always understand but ..."

"Bonnie does too, I swear if he sought it elsewhere she would understand, I don't know that I would but she's that devoted."

"I'm so worried about him."

"You'll get him through."

"I'm not so sure."

Brooke looked at him. "Sam, he worships you. I know we have the kids now and everything but this is it."

"What?"

"This is your chance to pay Dean back for everything. I'll take care of the kids, just focus on him that's all you need to do."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because Dean is the head of this family, he's our base, without him everything else goes to shit and you know it. We wouldn't be living this life without him and you know what? Despite everything I like it." She paused. "Tonight Bonnie asked me to look after the baby, for good. Even she knows he's going to lose the plot when she's gone and it's horrible. She doesn't think he'll stick around."

"He wouldn't leave his son."

"Are you sure? He doesn't deal well with loss Sam. I'm the one who has to listen to what she wants at her funeral. I'm the one she talks to about raising her son and her hopes for his future, and what she wants me to say on Hope's wedding day! "

Brooke was getting upset and Sam frowned as he held her. "I had no idea."

"Neither does he, she should be telling him this stuff but she knows he won't listen."

"It's ok, I'll make him listen."

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Ooooh ok, apart from some rodent murder not much humor but you better believe the humor is coming as is Dillon TX. My stories tend to be slow burners and I hope you like cos I'll just change the mood when it suits me.