When the stars go blue-2 So now Dean knows thanks to Sam but hey things happen.
Thank you for the viewings and Thanks to Brookey Babe for betaing this for me…….
Sam sucked in a deep breath. "Okay, I'm not sure when this takes place, but you're having a baby..." He paused, "You died."
Bree sighed as she cleared the dishes away. "I've faced death more than once, maybe it is just my time. If it comes down to me or the kids, I want Dean to choose the kids no matter what Sammy."
Just then Sam's cell rang, "It's Dean, maybe now would be a good time to tell him." Sam suggested as he held out the phone.
Bree frowned at the cell before taking it in hand and flipping it open. "Hey Dean."
Sam gave her an encouraging smile as she greeted his brother, who had to be wondering why Bree was answering Sam's phone.
"Hey Bree, how are you sweetheart."
She could tell he was surprised to hear her voice and he was trying to keep his voice calm.
"I'm doing good baby, how are you?"
Sam rolled his eyes as he listened to the conversation going on telling Dean about her condition. Sam went into the other room to give Bree a little privacy incase she did tell his brother.
Bree watched Sam leave the room and sat down on the couch once more, she felt her self tear up hormones not a great time to kick in she thought as the tears splashed down her face.
"Dean…" She started to sob.
"Bree? Bree what's the matter?"
Bree couldn't stop crying long enough to get out any words, she walked into the kitchen and shoved the phone at his brother. Sam looked at the weeping girl in front of him and it just made him made that Dean would make her cry like thank and he was going to let Dean have it.
"Dude, what the fuck is the matter with you Dean, why is Bree crying like that?" Sam demanded to know.
"Sam..." Dean tried.
"Dean, you should know better than to upset Bree, especially now! What is the matter with you?"
"Sam." Dean tried again
"Dean, I mean come on, you like kids and all. Why would you make her cry? They're your kids. I was shocked to see her pregnant…"
"Sam!" Bree exclaimed as she walked back into the room grabbing the phone away from him hoping that Dean didn't really hear his brother.
"What?" The thought finally came to him that she didn't get to tell him yet.
Sam looked at the phone then to Bree, who looked like she was under control of her emotions for the moment. Sam gave her an apologetic smile and motioned that he was going back into the living room.
Bree stared at the phone before putting it back up to her ear. All she heard was some one breathing on the other line. She held her breath wondering if she couldn't just hang up the phone and forget that Sam even said anything but she had the feeling that Dean heard.
"Bree..." The soft voice came out.
"Dean, before you say anything, I meant to tell you, but I've been so nervous and scared to tell you, remember what happened before, you wanted to give up your life hunting things because you loved me that much. Besides I'm with Missouri and she is taking care of me." She stopped to take a breath.
"Bree, baby, I do love you, but something like this you might want to actually tell me about. I'd find out when they were graduating high school and be like, what? My kids?"
Bree choked out a small laugh, "I'm sorry, I freaked out Sam, he had to help me off the couch. And I really do miss you, so much and these damn hormones are driving me crazy."
She could hear Dean chuckling at her small rant. "Listen have Sam come back tomorrow and I'll come out to see you and we can talk about this some more okay?"
"Okay." Bree agreed, she went into the living room and handed the phone back to his brother, who was pretty sure he was going to get the brunt of the yelling now, but he was glad that it was now out in the open. Dean could come here for a few days and Dad could visit Missouri while Sam could enjoy the small family gathering at the moment.
"Hey Dean, things are good?'
"I'm hoping they are going to be, listen how far along do you think she is?"
"She told me about 5 months, and she's having twins. Dean, I had a vision and I think the closer we stick to Bree the better."
"Sam, you had a vision about Bree and her babies and didn't say anything to me? Are you sure they're my kids in there?"
Sam snorted as he took another look at Bree. "Dean only you could get a girl that pregnant."
"I'm going to be coming up there soon, you should maybe stick around and help Bree out, when I get there things aren't going to be fun and games you know. I mean five months and she never told me, come on."
"Dean..." Sam warned.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be nice, but I got to go, I'll call you later."
Sam sighed as he hung up the phone