Things were going great for the Winchester family. As far as John and Mary were concerned, Dean was the best Christmas/New Year's gift they could ever get. He was born a month after Christmas but Dean's birth still made it seem like Christmas to them. My parents joined in with John and Mary's happiness too. John had made my parents Dean's godparents, but it was really more like a second set of parents. That's how it felt like to us...it's like we were really just one big family. The differences in DNA didn't matter to us. We were family, and that was that.

My parents enjoyed taking care of Dean, watching him grow up and be a goofy kid. But after a few years, the feelings of disappointment started to form. They weren't jealous or mad at John or Mary whatsoever. They just wish that they could have a child of their own too. Although they had joy being second parents to Dean, they didn't really know what it felt like to be real parents...to actually have a human being come from your womb. As much as they loved Dean, they hoped and hoped that they could have their own child. And well, that's where I came in.

Almost four years after Dean was born, my own mother finally became pregnant with me. It was a long wait for my parents, but they were really glad the time had finally come. At first, they had contemplated about adopting a child instead since they kept trying and trying but they couldn't have a child. But then they realized that even if they did adopt, they still wouldn't really be able to feel the joy that Mary and John felt. So, they decided to give it a shot one more time. And the shot pulled through. And apparently, John and Mary gave it another shot too. Mary was pregnant the same time as my mom. So once again, feelings of joy and happiness filled the air.

On May 2, my parents and the Winchesters decided to have a family's day out. Dean had little league baseball so they decided they would have their little get together afterwards. They went to Dean's T-ball game. The game was fun and everything but it was a little disappointing too because Dean's team was losing by the last inning. They had a 7 point lead initially. Dean's team was up again and it was up to Dean to take his team home. He got up to the batting area and waited for the pitch. Even at age four, Dean had a strong arm from all the practice and training John had taught him. John would always play catch with Dean, whether it was for football or baseball. That's where Dean learned to have a better arm. John taught the the right way and strong way to throw and bat. The pitcher threw the ball and "WHAM!" Dean hit the ball hard, leading his team to victory with a homerun.

As soon as Dean hit the ball, all four adults jumped off their seats on the bleachers and yelled and cheered Dean on. Dean was the happiest of all. As soon as he hit the ball, he dropped the bat and set his mind on one thing: running to home plate. Not once did he turn back. He knew that if he checked to see where the ball was and how close the opponents were to it, he'd lose his concentration. Yeah, he was only four. But even then, he was one smart kid. The four adults and Dean's teammates all kept yelling for him to "run home," and that was exactly what he did. He ran home and gave his team the win for the season. His coach congratulated him and all Dean's teammates were praising him saying what an awesome player he was. Even the parents of the other kids said Dean was one of the best players. Of course, nothing made Mary and John more prouder. After the game, Dean ran over to his parents.

"Daddy! I did it!"

"I know you did, Son." John said as he picked him up and hugged Dean tightly. "I'm so proud of you."

Dean smiled at his father.

"Good job, baby," Mary said. "Once your brother is born, you have to teach him how to hit like you."

"Hey Dean, you want some ice cream?" My dad offered. "I think you deserve whatever kind you want."

And who wouldn't want ice cream? So of course, Dean jumped for joy.

They were all getting ready to head to the car to go get Dean's ice cream when Mary suddenly stopped. John looked at her worried.

"Mary, what's wrong?"

"Uh," she said as she held her stomach, "I think my water just broke."

Immediately, John seemed to panic. Even after Dean, he still couldn't seem to get used to Mary going into labor. He was a marine and he was supposed to be tough, but somehow, when it came to Mary and his family, he always seemed to go weak at the knees.

My dad basically read the panic on John's face. "It's alright, bud." He said. "I'll drive. Dean, you help your father get your mother into the van."

Dean nodded, a little worried too.

My dad drove. The Winchesters in the back and my mom beside him. Mary seemed to begin to panic from the pain, causing my parents to start worry about her as well.

"You alright, Mary?" my mom asked, very worried.

All Mary did was nod, while holding tightly onto John. They continued to drive toward the hospital, when from all the excitement, I guess I decided I wanted to come out just then too.

"Uh-oh." she said.

"'Uh-oh' what?" he glanced at her as he tried to keep his eyes on the road.

"I think mine just broke too."

"Jeez," my dad cried out, starting to panic too. "Ok, ok, ok. Um, uh, hospital's five minutes away. You ladies just hang on."

When they finally arrived at the hospital, John and my dad were in such a hurry to help our mothers get in that they almost forgot about Dean. My father, not thinking straight at the moment, got out of the car ready to help my mom out, when he realized, the moment he stepped off the brakes, the car began to roll. It was only then when my mom called his name that he realized he had forgotten to switch the gear into Park. John and my dad got out of the car, helping their wives out, not even bothering to close the door of the van. They were already inside when Dean was still trying to catch up to them.

The men were greeted with nurses and doctors who at first thought that they were madmen by all their panicked yelling. But then they finally caught on why they acted that way. Ladies going into labor usually had that effect on men for some reason.

The nurses assited the ladies into the wheelchairs and wheeled them away, leaving my dad and John dazed in the hallway.

Dean, who finally caught up with them, still had no idea what was going on. He kind of understood but kind of didn't. But at that moment, all he could think about was one thing. So he came to John and tugged at his hand. John looked down at him.

"Dad, are we still gonna get ice cream?"