The Secret Life of Dean Winchester

AN: Sorry it's another short one, I'll post another later on tonight, but hey BIG SHOCK! Haha, enjoy and let me know what you think ;)

Dean was never able to fall asleep before his brother and sister. On the off chance that he did, he would be plagued with bad dreams and the most fitful sleep of his life. Now that Dean was grown, if he had happen to fall asleep before Sam or Ashley he wouldn't be able to fully rest until he got up and saw they were both still alright. This started soon after the fire and when Sam and Ash didn't need their cribs anymore.

As soon as the shared crib was gone, Ashley was put on the floor surrounded by pillows and blankets while Sam was in the bed with Dean. This was always the highlight of little Dean's day, even though he would never admit that to anyone.

As Sammy grew up, Dean couldn't face the fact that he would be aware of his brother cuddling with him, so Dean would sleep only in the shared bed when told to by John. But then, Dean started to notice Ashley climbing into Sam's bed in the middle of the night and he instantly became very jealous. That memory of jealousy is what was keeping him up tonight, even though Ashley was in his bed tonight.

The feeling of tears rolling off his shoulder snapped him back to reality. Opening his eyes, he saw Ashley silently crying for some unknown reason. Dean snaked his left arm around to stroke her frizzy auburn hair. Her eyes shot open and let even more tears fall out. Dean lightly pushed his sister over to her right side and slip up closer behind her to allow his arms to wrap around her.

"Thought you didn't like this situation" Ashley hiccupped.

"Shh. I don't care" Dean whispered "just sleep" he mumbled into her ear. Ashley scooted back closer to her brother, allowing the sobs to escape. Feeling her body shake, Dean wrapped his arms around his sister even more and put his face into the back of her neck. Before he knew it, Ashley had fallen asleep and Dean was back to thinking about if this was even alright. Should he be cuddling up against his own sister this way? Tons of people would say no, hell if he was asked he would even say no. But this was his sister hurting and it was his job to protect her from any sons of bitches that wanted to hurt her. With the last thought of being Ashley's protector Dean finally fell into a less than restful sleep for only a couple hours. So Dean got up and took a couple sleeping pills that knocked him right out and snoring right behind Ashley.

Sometime during the night Dean had flipped back onto his back and Ashley had snuggled into his side like a baby and her father. Rolling over, Sam saw the scene in the bed next to him. Laughing he quickly snapped a picture before poking Ashley in the back.

"Mmm" she mumbled out against Dean's side, causing the other sleeping Winchester to scrunch his face in disapproval that someone was interrupting his sleepy time.

"Wanna go for a run?" Sam whispered, trying to contain his laughter.

"Yeah, 5 minutes" she mumbled sleepily as she rolled onto her back to stretch. That's when it hit her, sending her to sit straight up and fully alert "Oh god no" she said at full volume, only earning a groan from Dean as he stuffed his head under a pillow and instantly went back to snoring.

"What?" Sam said poking his head out of the bathroom, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.

"I think, I-I-I- might be pregnant" she choked out with a panic, all Sam could do was stand there mouth agape.

"Wait, why do I have to take you to a damn clinic?" Dean mumbled swinging his legs off the bed when AShley woke him up after her run with Sam and a quick pee test she picked up on the way back.

"Cuz the first test was uh, positive" Ashley said running a hand through her hair as she paced the motel sitting room, getting slightly dizzy again.

"What test?" Dean yawned as he pulled on his boots.

"Uh, pregnancy test" she sobbed out.

"What" Dean barked out "who?"

"I don't know" she fell to the floor.

"Alright" Dean said pulling her up and grabbing her flip flops and ushering her out the door as fast as he could, clearly concerned.