So, guys. i decided that i am going to make the Through The Years chapter a multi-chap segment and that they will be season two of Nothing Is Ever Easy. So this is the Pilot Episode of Season Two!

Also, i have so many thanks to Susangel for this wonderful prompt and encouraging me to go on with this story. I also have a great many thanks to Pilali who had drawn wonderful pictures for me. The links are on past chapters if your interested. She is going to be working on a icture of the family photo in the Season One Finale. When its done and up, i'll get you guys the link so you can appreciate the beautiful work she does and love her just as much as i do. I also honored them both in the end of this so...

Also, if you don't mind, a shout out of get well for Pilali is in order. I'd appreiciate it guys.

Dean: Feel better Pilali!

Cas: Yes, I do hope you are faring well Miss. Pilali

Sam: Aw, Pilali. I hope your doing ok.

Gabe: *blinks* um... get better?

sam: *scowl*

Gabe: Hey! IN my defense, i don't do the whole *FEELINGS* thing.

Sam: You do it when your with me.

Gabe: But thats...*sigh* Oh alright. *looks to Pilali* Pilali. I hope you feel better and that you are being treated well and are having a grand old time drawing and making Hearty happy with your delightful pictures since she goes to stare at them and drool and leaves us all alone to have sex and love each other without her watching. And eve. She usually takes Eve, so thanks for that and-

Sam: GABE!

Gabe: What? *smirks*

Dean: *shakes head-eye roll*

Cas: *smiles*

Eve: Psht. Like i watch you guys have sex...

Dean&Cas&Sam&Gabe&Me: Seriously? Your gonna deny it now?

Eve: Well i...*turns to audience* My name is Eve Rosser. And I'm a Destiel-Sabriel-aholic.

Dean&Cas&Sam&Gabe&Me: YAY!

Disclaimer: Its not mine. But they'll get sick of gamble fucking with our favorite characters and sell it to me. Just you wait and see.

Season Two Pilot: Through The Years

Year 1

"Happy birthday to you... and you," Dean added after everyone had stopped singing. He tapped John on the nose, making his son giggle. The twins were turning one year old today. They were all around Bobby's dining room table (a different one), the twins in high chairs with individual cakes in front of them, a bigger one for the adults in the middle of the table.

Mary blinked down at her cake, idly scratching the rubber band that held her pink party hat to her head. Her dark curls spilled from under it and for a one-year-old, Dean had to admit his daughter had a lot of hair. He kissed away a curl as she curiously poked a finger into the cakes butter-milk frosting (the cake and frosting courtesy of Crowley) and then stuck it in her mouth. Her look of satisfaction prompted John to try it too. Dean and Cas had noticed that Mary was the braver of the two, leading their duo.

Speaking of Cas, Dean turned to where he was standing next Gabriel, camera in hand, taking pictures as their children started to attack the cake with their chubby little hands, shoving little pieces into their mouths. Sam laughed as John looked at him, a large lob of frosting on his nose. Castiel was quick to take a picture before Mary turned to her brother, stared at him curiously, then licked it right off of his nose.

Dean was in stitches by the time Bobby and Crowley came back from the kitchen with plates and utensils. Both his children were covered in frosting and cake. And they had done it to each other. Sam had even had to get the video camera, the fight was too spectacular to miss without the aid of filming it.

Bobby sighed. "You idjits," and it took Dean a minute to realize he was talking to the twins. "If you turn out like your parents, I swear, you're gonna give me a heart attack." He shook his head and placed down the plates, getting laugh out of Crowley who kissed his temple.

"Robert. Has anyone ever told you how dramatic you can be?" Crowley smiled at his partner.

With that, Bobby looked to Crowley and said, "And has anyone ever told you how much of a woman you can be? Besides me?"

Gabe looked to Sam, who looked to Dean, who looked to Cas, who looked right back at him and then all four of them started to laugh hysterically. As Dean grabbed a wet-wipe from the table and started to clean off John's hands and face, Castiel still chuckling as he cleaned off Mary, he said, "Damnit Sammy, please tell me you caught their lover's quarrel on camera."

Sam snickered at that as the older men glared while they cut and passed out cake. "Oh yes, I did, big brother."

"And it wasn't a lover's quarrel," Crowley protested as he handed Gabriel a piece of cake.

"Yes it was, " the archangel in question said. He snickered as he ug into his cake, head down.

With that, Crowley looked at him, his eyes turning black. And then, they turned back to their chocolate brown and Crowley smiled. He leaned over the table, all the while with the biggest smile on his face so Sam had the camera trained on him, and he smacked Gabe's plate of cake into his face, upturning the plate and smooshing the cakes into Gabriel's face. Gabe dropped the plate and looked at a ever-smiling Crowley, cake caked onto his eyelashes and nose, frosting smeared across his cheeks, crumbs in his hair.

"Why you sad excuse for a demon-"

"Bup-bup-bup!" Crowley cut in. "No talking with your mouth full, archangel. Would you like milk to help wash that cake down?" And with that, he threw a full glass of milk into Gabriel's face. The white liquid slid down the archangel's face. He blinked his eyes, getting the worst of it out of them, spluttering at the milk that had gotten into his mouth.

Sam couldn't hold it in anymore: he completely lost it. Putting the camera down, he grasped his sides and started to laugh until his sides and face hurt. Dean was right behind him, Castiel holding the table's edge so he wouldn't fall over he was laughing so hard. Bobby laughed so hard he coughed and Crowley just snickered and silently offered Gabriel a towel to clean his face.

Gabriel looked like he might retaliate, but instead, he snatched the towel and started to clean his face with it. He turned to the twins, who were looking at the goings-on with wide confused eyes. "Him," he said pointing to Crowley. "If there is ever anyone who you do throw up on, choose him."

The room dissolved into laughter all over again.

Dean had put the twins down an hour or so ago. He was taking a nap of his own on the couch now. Sam and Gabe were on a hunt in Delaware. Crowley and Bobby were on a hunt in Washington State. Cas, he was pretty sure, was doing laundry. Dean had cleaned the house a little and then a wave of exhaustion had hit him. It had only been a few months after the twins had turned a year old, but man were they difficult to keep track of.

He found himself smiling as he drifted off, the thought of his children sending him off into pleasant dreams. He didn't expect to be roughly shaken awake an hour later, nor did he expect Castiel's terrified face to meet his as he opened his eyes.

"Dean, Dean! Wake up, wake. UP!" he was saying over and over.

Dean sat up bleary eyed and grabbed Castiel's shaking hands. "Cas, damnit Cas, what is it?"

Castiel's blue eyes met his and he said the single most horrible words that no parent wants to here. "The twins are gone. They're not in the nursery. Dean they're gone."

Dean's world stopped and he was suddenly wide awake. "What?" he said in fear and confusion. His heart was in his throat as Castiel grabbed him by the hand and led him upstairs to the nursery, protected by anything and everything. Yet when he looked over to the playpen he had laid his sleeping children in just a few hours ago, all he saw were blankets and pillows left in disarray. He felt Castiel shaking uncontrollably beside him, his teeth knocking together. He took his husband into his arms and ran his hands through his hair, although he was feeling quite similar. Where the hell could they be? Who the hell could've grabbed them?

"Cas, you've gotta calm down," Dean said, his voice strained.

Castiel looked up to him, tears already streaking down his face and he nodded. "Ok. Ok." He took a deep breath. "Let's look around the house. See if whoever took them is still there." He sounded so distraught, so broken that Dean just didn't let go of him, leaving an arm wrapped around his waist as they stumbled out of the room.

Dean and Castiel looked at the whole first floor of the house, the basement and the attic. Half way through the second floor, Dean froze, Castiel having calmed down a bit more and now just anxious. He heard something coming from Bobby's library upstairs. It sounded like books crashing. He nodded to Castiel, who now heard it too, and they quietly made their way to the door, which was slightly ajar instead of wide open like usual. Castiel looked like he was about to smite someone. Only an idiot would have thought it smart to take the Winchesters kids and stick around. He was going down.

Dean kicked the door open and was surprised to find nothing. No wraith, no demon, no angel, no shape-shifter, no wendigo, no shtriga. Nothing. He looked around, confused, just as Castiel was. The former angel walked around. He had heard something. This was impossible. How could he have heard something –and there were the books that had fallen- and now nothing was there?

Suddenly, Dean and Castiel heard a happy gurgle and both of them turned around to the desk Bobby had in there. And both almost cried in relief. There were John and Mary. Standing and walking around the desk, shoving things that were in their immediate reach off of it. John fell down and Castiel flinched and went to go help him up, but Dean held his hand out and stopped him. Slowly, John stood up on his own and toddled around, looking at Mary who was standing on top of the desk.

And then the parents couldn't take it any more. On some silent agreement, they both ran over to the desk, Castiel scooping up John, Dean snatching Mary off the top before she could fall and hurt herself. Both sinking to the floor, holding their children close, they scooted together, Castiel shaking again, this time in relief, with sobs of joy coming from him. John and Mary squirmed in their arms, but Dean and Cas were not letting them go. Holy crap these two had given them a heart attack.

Dean handed Mary to Cas, and then dragged his husband into his lap, wrapping his arms around him and the kids so that he was holding his entire family close to his chest. Dean buried his face in Castiel's hair and breathed the scent in, trying to calm himself because in two seconds, he was going to be in the same state as Cas. Their freaking children and their walking and...

"Cas," Dean said, biting back a cry of pain as Castiel's head shot up and hit him in the nose. Castiel softly, wetly apologized. Dean kissed his head to show it was alright. "They were walking," he explained.

Castiel looked up at him, stray tears caught in his eyelashes, Dean kissed them away and licking his lips, tasting the saltiness of tears. "They were," he said, his voice still shaky. He gave a laugh that turned onto a sob. "Dean they... I thought they had... oh God." Castiel dropped a million kisses on the crowns of the twins' heads. The babies were already falling asleep again, their little excursion exhausting them.

"I know Cas, believe me I know," Dean soothed, rubbing his hands up and down Cas's sides. He rubbed circles into the twins little legs and realized belatedly that they were only in diapers and sox since it was warm in their room, but that their meager coverings weren't sufficient in the chilly library room. He nudged Cas, who got the message and stood up, both babies in his arms. They were about the size of a normal six month old, so they were small enough to hold, although they acted their age very much.

After putting the twins down and closing the door this time, taking the other end of the monitor with them, Castiel and Dean went downstairs and called up their brothers to tell them the good news. They avoided the incident as much as possible. Neither wanted to talk about it much.

"Aw, shit," Sam swore over the phone. "I wanted to be there." He sounded quite put out.

Dean heard Gabe laughing in the background. "Stop being a baby Sammy. We've got a niece and nephew who are more than willing to do that for us."

Sam was talking then. "We'll be home in a day or two," he told Dean who nodded and then realized he was on the phone and said, "Sure. Bye."

They called Bobby and Crowley next, but these two were not buying it. "What happened?" Bobby said before Dean could even get a word out. Dean sighed and controlled himself well enough to tell Bobby and Crowley about the near disaster they had just experienced. He threw in that now the twins were walking and that they would work on that more tomorrow with them. By the time he hung up, Dean was the one shaking. God that had been too close.

That night, Cas held him while he got his chance to cry, all the while the twins' soft rhythmic breathing coming from the monitor speaker, reminding him that they were just fine.

The twins were one and a half when they started to talk. Dean wasn't expecting it. He had just finished putting on Mary's shoes and was helping her off the bed (they had since moved the twins to their own beds when it became apparent that neither of them liked the cribs anymore. It was also easier since they were being potty trained-Mary did hate the diaper, and John wasn't as eager to wear one if his sister wasn't- and it was easier to get off a bed in the middle of the night than out of a crib) when she looked up at him curiously.

Dean smiled and kissed her nose. "What's up baby-girl? Wondering where Johnny is?" Dean suddenly felt a tiny hand grab him as John toddled over, already in shorts and a t-shirt, his tiny sneakers on his feet. Dean tried not to laugh. Castiel had dressed him in a Batman t-shirt and his son looked fricking adorable if he would say so himself. Mary, however, was in a cloth skirt that was dark blue so as to feign the likeness of a jean skirt. Her tank-top had the Led Zeppelin logo on it and Dean also had to admit his daughter was the most endearing thing he'd seen in ages. Besides John, of course.

"Ok you two. We're going." He'd promised the park today. And somehow, the twins had understood that and were actually hustling him to get dressed and go. Castiel had headed downstairs to make them lunch after dressing John. Sam and Gabe were downstairs, packing sunscreen and the likes. Bobby and Crowley were 'getting the car', and Dean didn't know if it was because they were old, but when ever they did something that involved leaving the others, it always translated into 'groping each other'. He didn't think he'd ever understand.

He put Mary on the floor, the little girl grabbing John by the hand. Dean saw John actually roll his eyes, as if he was only tolerating the action because Mary was his twin sister and he loved her. He found himself laughing as his daughter dragged his son to the bedroom door. And then she turned around and said, "Da-da." She stood there waiting for him.

Dean sighed. "Ok, ok, you two. Lemme just..." He froze. "Wait. What did you just call me?"

His heart thundered in his ear as Mary repeated again as if he were slow, "Da-da." She pointed to the door. "G-oh."

Dean looked to Mary, then he looked to John and then he picked them both up, holding them to his chest. He smiled wobbly at his daughter. "Hey, good job baby-girl. Can you try that again? You wanna say 'Da-da'? C'mon, you can do it."

She gave Dean a look that said of course she could do it, she's done it, and said, "Da-da."

Dean hugged her again. Then he looked to John who was looking at them with a confused expression. "You wanna give it a shot buddy?" Dean asked gently. John was shy and easy to spook. He knew, it was his son after all. John understood him though and shook his head, burying it in Dean's shoulder. "Hey, hey, little guy. Its ok. You don't have to."

But Mary was giving her brother a look that said he was being ridiculous and knew better. Dean just ignored her and stood up, walking them downstairs. They'd gotten bigger since their birthdays, and he may have been having trouble balancing them both when Castiel came into the living room where Dean was walking through, put down the picnic basket and Mary up into his arms. John was being clinging to Dean these days. Mary was happy with whomever she was pawned off to.

"Hello little darling," Castiel said, kissing Mary and catching some of her hair with his lips. He looked at his daughters crazy mane and gave Dean a look of disapproval before fishing around in one pocket until he found a barrette and pinned the hair away from her face. Dean found it funny that he carried them around and only stopped his laugh before it came when he realized he carried around scruntchies and that the Impala had a bunch of them in the glove compartment.

"And hello to you," Cas said, tapping John on the nose with a smile, the baby boy turning to his Poppa shyly.

Mary, then seeing as her Da-da had been surprised by her words and wanted to see how her Poppa would take it, pointed to Dean and said, "Da-da."

Castiel stopped and looked at her dumbfounded. "What?"

Dean laughed. "Yeah, she just... walked over to the door and said that to me and told me to 'G-oh'. Someone's excited."

Castiel smiled. "Well, I am glad that you've figured out who's-who," he said to Mary. He turned to Dean and gestured to John. Dean shook his head. Cas nodded, understanding and said to Mary, "Can you say Poppa?"

Mary looked pointedly away from Cas and to John. John blushed and turned away from his sister. She looked cross. "Jaw," Mary said, pointing to John. "Ja—aww," she said again sounding annoyed, but making Dean and Castiel laugh. Mary looked none too happy with her brother. "Jaw," she said again with determination.

John sighed, actually sighed, and Dean was afraid Sam had rubbed off on him what with the eye-rolling earlier and now this. And then, John pulled away from Dean and straightened up in Dean's arms. He looked at Mary evilly, as if he hated that she was forcing him to do whatever he happened to do next. He turned to Castiel and pointed at him. "Paw-paw," he said, making Castiel's face go blank as he blinked in amazement. He turned to Dean. "Dad-ee," he said as he tapped on Dean's chest and played with the neck-line of Dean's shirt. Then he twisted in Dean's arms and glared down at his sister who was smiling smugly, if a one and a half year old can smile smugly. "May-ree." And then John grabbed Dean's face in his two chubby baby hands, met those jade eyes with his own and said, "Pawk. Ow-sigh." He pointed outside. "Pawk."

Dean blinked at Cas, then looked down at Mary who looked so satisfied with herself it took Dean a moment to figure out why. "She knew John could talk," he said incredulously. "Talk better then she could. He just was too shy to do it."

Castiel nodded lifting Mary up and giving the dark haired little girl a million little kisses as she giggled. "She wanted her brother to get some attention it seems," Castiel responded, a smile on his face.

Dean smiled. Really, how could his day get any better? Sam and Gabe walked into the dining room just as he thought that and an idea came to his mind. He turned to John and said, "Hey buddy. Do you have anything for those two?" He gestured to Sam and Gabe who gave Dean weird looks.

John looked at Sam and Gabe thoughtfully. They had said their names to him many times, and to Mary too, who was looking at them with the same contemplative look on her face. Then John pointed one chubby finger at Sam and said, "Unta Samwee." He seemed pleased with himself as Sam's eyes widened in amazement.

"Did he just call me what I think he just called me?" Sam asked.

"If you were thinking Uncle Sammy then you'd be correct," Gabe said, laughing.

But his time was coming and as Mary looked at him, she said, "Unta... Gwab, Gab-" She stopped as the adults looked on to find her struggling. Gabriel was a long name. "Gabeel, Gabwee..." She stopped and then smiled. "Unta Abe." John nodded in approval.

"Did she just call me what I think she just called me?" Gabe asked, groaning.

It was Sam's turn to laugh. "If you were thinking Uncle Gabe, you are incorrect. Now, if you were thinking Uncle Abe..."Sam cracked up again.

Gabe looked to her. "Gabe. Say it with me now, sweetheart, Ga-abe."

She looked at him then smiled. "Unta Abe."

As Gabe groaned, they made their way outside, smile son their faces. Bobby lifted an eyebrow at everyone's happiness, then at Gabe's grouchiness. Before he could speak though, Gabe cut in saying, "They can talk now. Run before they brand you next."

Crowley lifted an eyebrow and looked to Bobby. Both were in Bermuda shorts and t-shirt button-ups, except for the fact that Crowley was in all black. Dean was never gong to get used to seeing Crowley in shorts, never mind Bobby in shorts. "So they're talking now, eh?" Crowley said. "Those two cease to amaze me."

"And why is he all doom and gloom?" Bobby asked, gesturing to Gabe and making same laugh.

"Mary dubbed him 'Unta Abe'. Apparently, its not sufficient enough," Castiel responded with a laugh as he put Mary in her car seat. They were taking the Impala and Bobby's truck. Gabe and Sam were actually driving in the back with the twins with them this time. As Crowley rolled his eyes and loaded the baskets into the Impala's trunk, shoving away a few knives and guns and situating them on the side, Bobby popped in to say hello to his grand-kids.

"Hey you trouble makers. Got anything for me, then, since you seem to be giving out names today?" He kissed Mary on the cheek and John on the forehead.

John gave him a gape-toothed smile, his front, upper tooth coming as a twin-tooth and said, "Gampa."

Mary nodded solemnly. "Gampa."

Bobby chuckled good-naturedly and nodded. "Gampa it is."

Dean, who was standing behind him, rolled his eyes. "Well that's great 'Gampa', but I would love to get in there and give my kids these." He held up their unicorn stuffed animals and Bobby rolled his eyes as he came out of the car and saw them. Those kids were attached to the damn things. Dean popped in, giving the white one with a black mane to John and the black one with a white mane to Mary.

John immediately whispered, "Pilali," while Mary snuggled hers close to her chest and sighed out, "Susangel," in her little accented voice. Dean raised an eyebrow. Great, now his kids had given their stuffed animals names. This was gonna be a long ride.

As he backed out, he suddenly saw Crowley heading to Bobby's truck and realized the twins still hadn't called him anything. Grinning madly, he walked up the demon and said, "Hey, you gonna pop in and say hi?"

Crowley looked like he was caught doing something bad. "Um..." And Dean knew why. Whenever Crowley was around, he made sure to call him Grandma around them. Crowley hated it and was now probably afraid that they had taken to the name. He sighed though, because against all odds, those were his grandkids and if they called him a woman, well, they honestly were too young to know the difference. "I hate you Winchester."

"Which one of us?" Sam said smirking as he got into the back seat next to Mary. "The twins, me, Dean, Cas or Gabe?"

Gabriel snorted getting in next to John. "Since when am I a Winchester?"

Sam shot him a look. "Since you started having sex with me and cuddling afterward."

At Castiel face of disgust as he got into the driver's seat, Gabriel said, "But... I've always done that." He sounded confused.

Sam smiled. "Exactly." Gabe smiled back.

Crowley only scowled. "How about all of you? Except the children, I'm rather fond of them." He made a face and John squealed, as Mary giggled. He then sighed. "Alright you little monsters. Do your worst."

And in unison John and Mary said together, as if they knew it was expected of them, "Gamma!"

Crowley sighed in exasperation as all the Winchesters and even the other half of the Singer duo laughed out loud. And all he said was, "Thought so."

Firstly, Susangel and Pilali, my muses, i hope you enjoyed your gift, as small as if was.

Secondly: So for those of you who are confused, those are just a few scenes from their first year. As it goes on the same set up will be made. When they get older, they will become less seperated and more story-line-ish. But till then, i hope you enjoyed the start of the new Season of Nothing Is Ever Easy!

Dean: I liked it. I thought it was...

Sam: Cute?

Dean: I did not say cute!

Cas: Well I thought it was cute.

Gabe: Of course you did.

Cas: *glare-of-the-Lord*

Dean: *wraps arms around Cas* Dont listen to your dick-

Gabe: Hey!

Dean: -of a brother. I thought it was... *whispers* I thought it was cute too.

Cas: *smile*

Sam: *eyeroll* there's not enough me in this, is there?

Gabe: Not at all. *smile* want there to be?

Sam: *swallow-gulp*

Eve: *stare*

Sam&Gabe&Dean&Cas: *Stare back disapprovingly*

Eve: What? Just because i admitted i had a problem doesn't mean i dont want that problem and i'm going to quit. REHAB IS FOR QUITTERS! *laughs maniacally*

So... review? Ignore Eve, i think she's high.