The last thing I remember was passing out into Castiel's arms. When I woke up my head was pounding and I was in a bed next the little girl who I had brought into the hospital. I looked around found that not only was Castiel and the little boy looking at me but so were Dean and Sam. They all had the same look of concern on their face.

"What happened before you passed out?" asked Dean in that voice he has when he wants an answer right now.

"It's a long story Dean," said Castiel. He walked over to the bed and sat down next me. "The important thing is that your both ok."

"What's going on here?" asked Sam.

Sam and Dean shared a look. They usually employed this look for when they knew something was up. Which this time they were right.

"You might want to sit for this guys," I said sitting up a little more in my bed.

Dean and Sam sit in the chairs next to my bed. Castiel put his arm around me for support. This set something off in Dean's head.

"She isn't dying is she Cas?" asked Dean. "Please say she isn't."

"She's not Dean," said Cas.

"Uncle Dean's here," said the little who had finally woke up. "Where? Where?"

Dean and Sam looked over at the little girl. "What does she mean?" asked Dean.

"Well as far as I was able to gather," I began, "these kids come from the future. And they happen to be mine and Cas'."

"You hooked up with Cas? Now I've heard everything."

"Uncle Dean," said the little boy, "we were sent from the future by our parents. They sent us here so we can have a better life." He looked over and saw Sam standing there. He backed up towards me and Cas. "What's he doing here?"

It dawned on Dean that this kid was telling the truth. He had been to the future. He had seen the world that these kids had come from. It wasn't pretty. He then stooped next to the kid.

"Hey," he said, "it's ok. He's not who you think he is. This is your uncle Sammy. He's not possessed by Lucifer yet. And he won't be if I have anything to do with it. You got that?"

"Yes Uncle Dean," said the boy.

"Now why don't you tell me your name and your sister's name?"

I stared at the boy as he looked at Sammy wearily. I could tell he didn't trust him as far as he could throw him. And Sam wasn't to happy with that.

"My name's John Samuel Winchester," said John, "and my sister's name is Mary Elizabeth Winchester. And are you sure he's not the bad guy?"

"Uncle Sammy's not the bad guy," I said. "He's a good guy. Why don't just get to know him? He's going to be around a lot."

"Ok," said Mary. She looked up at Sam. "He's got pretty eyes."

That melt Sammy's heart a little. At least the girl was trying to get to know him. The boy didn't look at least ready to even try.

"John," I said, "why don't you Uncle Sammy, and Uncle Dean go get us something to eat? And be nice young man."

"Yes mom," said John as he ran out of the room with Sam walking out behind him.

"Wow," said Dean. "You do make a good mom. I guess this means you and Cas just got yourself a pair of kids to take care of."

"Yeah," I smiled to myself. "Make sure those two don't kill each other. Or it's on your head."

He laughed as he walked out the door.

Cas stood up and walked over to Mary who had just fallen back to sleep. He looked at her as though he didn't know what to do.

"We will figure it out as we go Cas," I said.

"Yeah," said Cas. "I have to go talk to my sources about what this all means. Have you got everything under control here?"

"Yeah. You go talk to your sources. I'll see you later."

Castiel left. I got up and walked over to the little girl. She was so sweet. I sat down next to her chair and stroked her hair. This little girl was going to have the best life I could provide and so was her brother.