Okay, this has got to be the fastest that I have ever updated a story but I was completely blown away by all the lovely review

Okay, this has got to be the fastest that I have ever updated a story but I was completely blown away by all the lovely reviews. Here's the next chapter, just a warning though- nothing much happens plot wise.

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Chapter 3

"I still think that it's going to be a girl," Mary smiled, putting a protective hand over her swollen stomach. John smiled as he slipped into the bed beside

her, pulling up the blankets as he did so. It was a cold night and it felt nice to be able to crawl into bed beside her. Dean had acted up a lot tonight and John

was glad that the little tiger was fast asleep.

"Well, whoever this little person is I hope they are a lot nicer to me than their big brother."

"Oh yeah," Mary laughed, remembering the incident that had happened earlier that night. First of all, Dean had refused to eat his dinner and when Mary tried cajoling him he had thrown the plate across the floor. John had told the toddler off and that was that. Or so he thought. Later that night, when he was

going out, his keys had mysteriously disappeared off the counter where he kept them. Mysteriously because he kept them in that place all the time and

now they were gone. When he asked Mary, wondering if she moved them or something, Dean had piped up (while never taking his eyes off the cartoon

on the television),

"Daddy shout…Daddy no go out."

Mary laughed again, remembering John's attempts to bargain with a toddler and how they came to nothing. Her husband and her son, both as stubborn as

the other.

"We'd better keep a good eye on him or he'll give us hell growing up," John said, without any heat.

"He's a good boy. Just stubborn like his father," she smiled when John shot her a look that could only be described as mutinous, "Now, you haven't

answered, what do you think this one will be."

"It doesn't matter," John smiled, pulling his lovely wife into a nice kiss, "He or she will be welcome when they arrive." He leaned down and talked to

Mary's stomach and the child growing inside, "You just take your time you hear? Mommy and daddy and your big brother Dean are all out here and

waiting to meet you."

"You're so sweet."

"Can't help it, you all bring out the best in me."

"Charmer." Mary smirked, liking where this was going.

"Mommy? Daddy?" Dean asked from the doorway, causing both John and Mary to detach themselves from each other's arms and look up.

"Adorable," John couldn't help but think as he got out of bed and scooped up his little man. His little pyjama top was a little too big and it made him seem

all the smaller.

"What's the matter Dean? Why are you up? Why'd you get out of bed?" Mary asked as John took Dean to their bed and sat him down beside his mother.

John sat carefully down beside them, putting his arm round them as he did so.

"Wasn't sleepy."

Mary and John shared a look over the top of his head; a look that said he was clearly lying.

"What is it son? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Noise in closest. Moansar."

"A monster?" Mary queried, immediately understanding what Dean's small mouth could say properly, "In your closet?" She gave him a quick hug and

shot John a sympathetic smile.

"Son," John said calmly, "there's no such thing as monsters. You know that, right?"

"Is," Dean insisted stubbornly, "Heard it."

"Look at me son, I need you to look at me. Monsters are not real. There is nothing in your closet and the noise you heard was not a monster."

"Bu-"

"Even if there was a monster," Mary piped up as Dean's head and attention snapped to her, "There's no need for you to be afraid. Mommy and Daddy are

here and mommy and daddy will always protect you and your little brother or sister."

Dean looked at Mary's stomach and, after a second, laid a hand gently on it and gave it a small kiss.

"I'm big brother. I'll get moanstars that try hurt baby."

John and Mary smiled.

Stupid memories, John thought with a shake of his head, why was he thinking about that tonight of all nights. Maybe it was guilt? Was he feeling guilty that he had

chosen to stay behind, and hidden in Missouri's house, while his sons went off to battle the poltergeist that had taken up residence in his old house?

Should he have gone too? Did he do right by staying away?

He was saved from answering his own questions by the arrival of Missouri.