Disclaimer: Oh mah Lawdy, I don't have no Law' man to protect lil' ol' meh from cahpy-rightin'. Ok, so that was a horrible stereotype, but I really have no copyrights to speak of.

Warnings: Nah, your safe. Oh wait-I've got horrible math skills, so if its off, then PM me.

Enjoy!

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Chapter one:

Lawrence, Kansas 1982.

It was a perfectly normal day. Saturday, which meant getting up early to watch cartoons. Dean padded into the kitchen, helping himself to some cereal on the counter. Trying not to spill his breakfast, he raced to the couch, and turned on the TV.

'Awsome! Transformers is on!' his mind began to hum the tune in time with the rest of his thoughts.

Dad, allways the early riser, walked in. He ruffled Dean's hair before getting his own breakfast. Halfway through the transformers episode, Mom ambled in; she was still sleepy, but she cheerfully smiled at her boys.

"Morning." she greeted.

Dad smiled warmly. "Mornin'"

The two shared a long look before turning to watch Dean, who was still staring avidly at the TV, even as a commercial came on. Mary nodded her head, and John caught the meaning. The two walked over to Dean and sat on either side of him.

"So kiddo, did the good guys win?" Dad asked.

Dean nodded happily, "Mhm."

"Good. There is something we'd like to tell you."

Dean looked at his parents. They looked excited, but a little nervous too. Mom's eyes were bright, and full of emotion. Dad was looking expectant and jumpy, which was unusual for him. Dean knew instantly that this was big. This didn't quite put him on edge, but he was like a sponge absorbing his parents' emotions. It didn't seem horrible. Maybe it was a vacation, or a surprise present. He felt like he was waiting in line for a roller coaster. Not that his Mom would let him do that, but still.

"Kay', what is it?" Dean couldn't contain his excitement.

His parents exchanged another glance at each other, before starting."

"Go ahead." Dad nudged her gently, "You be the one tell him."

Mom took a breath, "Okay. We didn't want to tell you this until we were 100% sure. I didn't want to get your hopes up, but…" she paused for another breath.

Dean waited with baited breath, already imagining the amazing adventures, or exciting places where he could get a new toy. Unable to suppress the bubbles of excitement that were threatening to explode. As far as three year olds go, the excitement was killing him.

"…Pretty soon, you'll have a new little brother or sister to play with."

"…Huh?" This was unexpected.

"In a couple of months, you'll be a big brother."

"How bout' that?" Dad put in. His dad's grin was huge.

It took a moment for Dean to reply. "Wow."

He felt himself deflate. So there was no trip to someplace cool, or a new toy. He looked at his parents, who were looking expectantly at him.

"I know it feels sudden, but you'll have plenty of time to get used to the idea." Dad put in.

"It seems like a letdown now, but give it a chance." Mom offered.

Dean only nodded. For him, it felt like the end of the world.

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TBC…