WARNING: the following chapter is extremely fluffy and gooey. Kind of like a half melted marshmallow.

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Jack and Jill went up the hill

To fetch a pail of water

Jack fell down and broke his crown

And Jill came tumbling after...

Mary wanted it to be a surprise. She hadn't managed to surprise John with the news of Dean's arrival as he had come as a huge surprise to both of them. Now, however, she had the upper hand.

All things considered, Mary didn't have much time at all to contemplate the best way break the news. Dean kept her busy, running underfoot and commanding nearly every moment of her attention. She thought she'd have a few moments to herself while he napped, but Dean had other plans.

Part way through washing the dishes Mary heard a very loud 'Uh oh.' from upstairs. Mary abandoned the dishes (never her favorite chore, anyway) and walked into Dean's room at precisley the moment he managed to trip and cover himself in a mass of cotton balls. Curiously, the wads of cotton stuck to Dean, making him look a little like a dazed sheep.

"Uh oh." He repeated.

It took a few minutes to get the full story. Dean was very reluctant to tell it until he had a garantee that he wasn't in trouble. Mary knew she was probably going to end up spoiling him at this rate, but she agreed and Dean spilled the beans.

Dean hadn't felt like taking a nap today, so he had set about playing quietly in his room. In the process, he had come across a collection of markers. For some reason it seemed perfectly logical to Dean to turn himself into a dinosaur. After taking care of his face, he had decided that method took too long. So he had found himself some paint and finished the job that way. When he saw himslf in the mirror, he realized that 'Mommy would be mad.' and tried to remove the paint; hence the cotton balls.

Mary helped clean him off and put his clothes in the wash, having to hold in laughter the whole time. John would just love this. It almost topped Sandwitch Day. Unfortunatly, the marker Dean had used was not the washable kind. A lot of squirming and protesting later, she decided to leave it as it was.

In the end, Mary settled on just slipping the Very Important News into a conversation, casual as you please. She couldn't wait to see John's face when he heard. Smothering a Cheshire cat grin, Mary transfered Dean's clothes to the dryer and waited.

John was late getting back. The garage wasn't too far away, so Mary didn't worry. What she did do was doubt.

What if Dr. Carson was wrong? What if the test had given a false positive? She couldn't bear to watch her husband's disappointment if that were the case. They had been trying for so long now... or worse, what if she miscarried again?

Please God, not another miscarriage.

She was derailed from this train of thought by the insistent tugging on her leg. Dean was looking up at her, best begging face in full force.

"Pleeeeease?"

"Please what, honey?"

"Pleasecanwegetapuppy? "Cause Danny down the street got one and it wasn't even his birthday or anything and the puppy is really fun and I always wanted a puppy pleeeeease?"

Mary laughed. Dean kept pleading his case, 'mouth going a mile a minute' as John put it.

"I'll think about it, 'kay?"

Having received an answer Dean went back to his toy cars, making 'vrrroooom' sounds and explosion noises as necessary.

Mary shook her head, trying to clear out the negative thoughts. Maybe this time they'd get a little girl. She smiled at the idea of decorating the spare room in pink and lace. Mary would love to have a daughter. She already had the name picked out; Samantha. A reverse of what she'd done with her mother's name in naming Dean.

Still sitting on the floor, Dean cocked his head to the side.

"Dad's home!" he cried and jumped up, toy cars forgotten at the sound of an engine pulling up in front of the house. Dean would know thesound anywhere. Dad had promised the car to Dean when he was old enough, so he took a special interest in it. He could pick out the purr of that engine in a traffic jam.

"Hey sport!" John Winchester scooped his son into his arms. "What's all over your face?"

"He tried to turn himself green today." Mary answered, leaning in to grace John with a kiss on the cheek.

Dean wiggled out of his father's arms and ran to get a picture he'd drawn for him.

"You look like a hundred watt bulb, Mary! Something I should know?"

Mary quickly rearranged her features to her best poker face.

"Dr. Carson called today."

John hung his grease-stained jacket in the hall closet.

"How is he?"

Mary fought to keep her enthusiasm under control.

"He's good. Enid tried convincing him to buy a minivan."

John chuckled.

"I'll bet that went over real well."

"About as well as you'd expect. Oh, and the test results came back."

"Test?" John looked as confused as a lost puppy. Worry creased the space between his eyebrows.

Seeing this, Mary facade dissolved.

"You might want to take that old crib out of the attic; we have a nursery to prepare."

The lost puppy dog look (which Mary found just adorable, but don't tell John that) stayed for exactly one point five seconds before he put it together.

"You're kidding! What - I mean - how are - I mean when?" He stuttered, excitement making him trip over his words.

"Dr Carson thinks sometime in May we'll be adding another Winchester to the family."

A thousand watt bulb of a smile lit up John's face. He hugged Mary and swung them around the living room, whooping for joy. Dean, not knowing what was going but still wanting in on it, danced around them.

Of course, something this good couldn't last forever.

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So I really kind of don't like this chapter, but I'm sick of trying to rewrite it and I figured I'd post something happy before it gets really emo-ish.

Please review! Anything, even an anonymous 'meh' is appreciated.