Author's Note: Sorry I haven't really been updating. Here are a massive amount of chapters. Sorry for not updating often and I hope that you like them all! Please enojy :). Sorry, this one gets pretty dramatic. Here we go again...

~3rd Person POV~

"Can we come to the park and play Frisbee another day too?" Lucas asked, looking up at Dean with hope and affection in his eyes.

Dean had become much of a father figure to the young boy. Lucas barely remembered his biological father and didn't really even know how that worked. His father had died when he was one years old and he had seen pictures and had heard his mother talk about his father, but his father had never physically been his father. Dean had. Lucas had hated anyone that had ever come over that was a guy and had always tried to get them to go away, but Dean was here to stay and Lucas didn't care at all. In fact, he loved it. He had grown to love Dean.

"Of course we can, buddy. Hey why don't you sit down? There's something I want to talk to you about," Dean said.

"Okay," Lucas replied, sitting down on the bench next to Dean.

"You know that guy that came to our house this morning?" Dean started.

"Yeah, that's your brother right?" Lucas asked, happily. "I really like him. He likes to talk to me and he's really cool. He's also really tall. I hope I get that tall someday."

Dean chuckled, "Yes he's my brother and he's pretty cool. You know, someday you might have a brother like that."

"I will?" Lucas asked.

"Yeah. After your mom and I get married you could have a brother or maybe even a little sister," Dean replied, formulating his points of the discussion.

"Cool! Wait, I don't want a little sister. Girls are dumb," Lucas pouted.

"They're not that bad. You know, in about ten years you won't be saying that. You may even have a crush on a girl," Dean suggested.

"Ewww, I don't want to have a crush on a girl. Girls have cooties and they're always trying to chase you on the playground. There's this girl Daisy who always likes to play tag with me and then she tried to kiss me," Lucas said, making a face.

Dean chuckled, "Well she likes you, kiddo!"

"You and mommy have a crush on each other right?" Lucas asked.

Dean nodded, "Yes we do. But we also love each other too. That's why we're getting married," he exclaimed.

"Does that mean that Daisy wants to marry me?" Lucas asked.

"Hey, let's give this Daisy girl a break. She has a lot of courage to tell you that she likes you," Dean replied.

"She is kind of pretty..." Lucas trailed off.

"See, you're already starting to like girls," Dean teased. Lucas laughed at Dean and shook his head defiantly while Dean nodded.

"Lucas, when your mom and I get married I'll become your stepfather," Dean started, changing the subject. It was now or never and he didn't want to chicken out on it.

"But I thought you were my dad already," Lucas said, confused.

"Well that's what I wanted to talk to you about. There's a way that I could be your dad, not just by your mother and I being married. I could adopt you, if you wanted me to," Dean explained.

Lucas didn't even have to think about it. Dean had been there for him. Dean was his father to him. Lucas hadn't really known anything but Dean as his father. "Si. Okay."

Dean was caught off guard about how easy it had been, "You don't want to think about it or anything?"

"No, I want you to be my dad," Lucas replied.

"Are you sure? You don't want to think about it a little bit? This is a very big decision," Dean offered up.

"No, I don't need to think about it. Te amo," Lucas replied, looking up at Dean with a reassuring smile.

"Te amo, tambien," Dean replied.

"Can we go home? Sam said he'd read a book with me. You can read a book with us too if you want," Lucas said.

"Sure we can," Dean replied, getting up off of the bench. Lucas hopped off of the bench too and followed Dean back to the Impala. Dean sighed with relief. That had gone a lot better than he had expected. It had been a lot easier.

~End 3rd Person's POV~

Saturday had been lovely since I hadn't needed to go to work but today I had go back. It was also sad because Sam and Sarah would be leaving early tomorrow morning and I knew that Sam's presence here had Dean grinning from ear to ear.

"I'll see you when I get home," I said, seeing Dean.

"He said yes!" Dean said, seeing me.

"What?" I asked.

"Lucas said yes," I replied.

"Oh my God, that's great!" I exclaimed, kissing Dean.

"Sorry, I'm distracting you. You should go. I'll see you when you get home," Dean said.

"Bye," I replied. "Oh shit, I forgot my cell phone upstairs. I'm just going to run and get it."

I ran up stairs only to see Sarah lingering around in the hallways.

"Hey did you and Sam have any success finding a house yesterday? I'm grateful I never had to experience house hunting. It sounds like a pain," I asked.

"Oh yeah, we found a house. We talked to the owners and it's pretty much a done deal. We uh, we're moving in two months," Sarah said.

"Wow, congratulations!" I smiled.

"I heard Dean's adopting Lucas. Congrats to you, too. What happened with all of that? Lucas is someone else's son?" Sarah asked.

"Oh, it's a long story. I was married before Dean came back into my life. Dean and I were together before but broke up because I went to the doctor program thing in the jungle in Peru for a year and came back engaged. Daniel, my ex husband, uh, he died and then five years later, Dean and I just kind of… ran into each other, kind of like you and Sam," I explained.

"I see. Jennie, do you uh, you're a doctor right?" she asked.

"Yeah, what is it?" I asked, concerned. Sarah seemed very anxious and sad.

"I um, I just think I need to see someone," she started.

"Is everything alright?" I asked, trying to comfort her.

"Yeah, everything's fine. What kind of doctor did you say you were?" she asked, trying to conceal whatever she was hiding.

"I'm a cardiothoracic surgeon," I replied.

"Right. Is there any way I could get a ride with you to your work? But don't tell Sam, please. Or even Dean because I know he'll tell Sam," she asked.

"Sarah, what's going on?" I asked. Was she pregnant?"

"I'll tell you about it later. I don't want to say anything until I find out the truth," she said, cryptically.

"Okay, sure," I agreed.

"Thank you so much. You don't understand how much it means to me," Sarah replied.

"So how's the sex?" Bradley asked. "Actually, you know what, I probably don't even want to know. If you do tell me, just spare me the details, okay?"

I laughed, "How do you know we're even having it?"

"Well you're done with therapy. Seeing as it's you and Dean, I pretty much figured you two probably jumped each others' bones the minute you got home from the hospital," Bradley replied. I laughed, rolling my eyes.

"We're uh, not talking about this," I said.

"Um, yes, we are. I want all the details!" Katie said, coming out of nowhere.

I chuckled, "Okay, well you and I can talk about this. Bradley on the other hand, I'd rather him not hear any of it."

"Come on, Bradley. I want to hear about all the juicy details. Was it amazing since you waited for like... ever?" Katie asked.

I laughed and shook my head, "Yes, it was fantastic."

I had been really distracted after what had happened with Sarah today but I was trying not to let it affect me. I changed the subject though so that I didn't have to talk about it. "Sam and his girlfriend Sarah are in town this weekend. They're actually moving here in two months. They were house hunting and apparently found something."

"Ugh, I hated looking for a house. I don't understand why we couldn't have just lived with you for the rest of our lives," Bradley joked.

"Ha-ha very funny," I replied sarcastically.

"I mean, there probably wouldn't be any room anyways," Bradley said.

"Any room for what?" I asked back.

"You, Lucas, and Dean and any other future children that you two are going to have. With Katie and I in the mix, it'd just be way too crowded," Bradley said, then covering his mouth as if he had let something slip.

"Agreed," Katie nodded. The two exchanged glances nervously.

"Bradley and Katie Thompson, what are you not telling me?" I asked, looking at the two suspiciously.

"Nothing," he said.

"You are a terrible liar!" I pointed out.

"Bradley, we might as well tell her now..." Katie trailed off.

"Tell me what?" I exclaimed, on the edge of my seat.

"Well, um, we're pregnant," Katie replied, smiling.

"Ah! What? Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "Congratulations!" I hugged Katie tightly. I then moved to hug Bradley as well.

"Wow, you get really excited about this kind of stuff," Bradley teased.

"Hey! Do you remember when we used to sneak into the maternity ward and just look at the babies? Aw and now you're going to have one of your own!" I smiled.

"Thanks, Jen," Bradley replied. Just then, my pager went off. It was the cancer ward which was weird because I never worked up there. "What?"

"Nothing, I just got a page. I've got to go but ahhhh congratulations! We'll celebrate this later and I so call godmother!" I said before turning around walking toward the cancer wing.

I got up there and there were several people in chairs doing their chemo treatments. Some of them had hair, some of them didn't. I went up to the front desk.

"Hi, I was apparently paged here," I started.

"Oh yes, Dr. Nelson paged you," the receptionist said. "You should head into her office. It's right down this hall and it'll be the third door on your left."

"Thank you," I replied, walking toward the mystery that lay ahead. I pushed the door open only to reveal a sullen looking Sarah and Dr. Nelson standing next to her, Sarah's charts in her hands. My eyes widened.

"You paged?" I asked.

"Yes, Ms. Blake here asked me to page you. She has something to tell you," Dr. Nelson said. Sarah looked up at me and I could see that she had been crying. Oh my God. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not when things were going so well. Oh God…. Why did life have to be so unfair?

"Go ahead, Sarah," I urged.

"I um, I don't know how I'm going to tell Sam but I need your help telling him," Sarah started.

"Okay," I said.

"I have cancer. I've… had cancer. We beat it a couple of years ago but it's back. I um, I don't think I can do this to him," Sarah started. Tears fell down her face and I walked over to her and hugged her, comfortingly.

"It's going to be alright," was what I said.

Sarah's hands shook as the two of us walked into the house. I could hear the sound of the oven timer going off and heard Lucas and his friend Will running around the kitchen. Sarah and I peeked into the living room and Sam was on the couch watching the football game that was on. Dean must've been happy that his brother was here to watch football with him since I never liked watching it – I am strictly a soccer and hockey girl.

"I don't know if I can do this," Sarah stammered. I held her hands still and looked her in the eye, reassuringly. I heard her breath catch in her throat.

"You can do this, Sarah. It's going to be alright. Sam loves you. He would never do anything jerk-ish because of this. If anything, he'd do the exact opposite and stick with you until you beat it," I replied.

She groaned, "I know. That's exactly what I'm afraid of. I can't trap him in like this. I can do this to him – I already put Connor through this and I just don't know I if I can do this to Sam." She sighed.

"So what, you'd break up with him?" I asked.

"I don't know but I'm afraid that that's where this is going," she mumbled. I could see there were tears in her eyes and that she was trying to hide them. Just then, Dean came out of the kitchen and kissed me then and there.

"Hello Mrs. Almost Winchester," Dean said, greeting me.

Sam chuckled, "I can't believe you call here that." I exchanged glances with Sam and just shrugged.

"I hope you two ladies had fun on your… outing. What is it you did anyways?" Dean asked.

"Dean, can we talk to you in the living room. Just, you, me, Sarah, and Sam?" I asked. Dean caught on that what I was about to tell him was important.

"Sure," Dean replied. He went back into the kitchen and I heard him encouraging the boys to go play outside. They cheered and in no time, the back door had shut and there were loud voices outside, running around the yard. The three of us went into the living room as Sam looked up at us.

"Hey," he said. He smiled and his smile fell as he saw the serious looks on all of our faces. "What's going on?"

"Sam, I have to tell you something," Sarah started, trying to push the tears back, although we could all hear it in her voice.

"What is it?" Sam asked, bring her down to him and holding her hands in his hands.

She sighed, "I uh, Sam, I'm sick."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, confused. He glanced over at me.

"I have cancer, Sam. I beat it before I met you. We found it… a couple of years back and I hated having to put Connor through this. It tore up our marriage. I just, I don't know if I'm willing to put you through this," Sarah said.

"Sarah," Sam started, as she burst into tears. Sam pulled Sarah into his arms and held her there and let her cry. I felt Dean's fingers interlace with mine as we watched the couple embrace. "I will never leave you. I know that you think that it'll tear us apart too but I can't leave you like this. I won't leave you, Sarah. I love you and nothing will ever change that. We will beat this together."

I felt Dean wrap his arms around my waist and lean his head on top of my head.

"But I can't do this to you," she said, wiping tears away.

"I don't care because you're not getting rid of me," Sam replied. Sarah giggled a little and smiled. "I'm not leaving you." Sam kissed her and she wiped some tears from her face.

"Thank you for taking care of her, Jennie. It means a lot to me," Sam replied.

"It's not a problem," I replied.

"So um, do you have dinner because I'm starving?" Sarah asked. We all chuckled.

"Yes, Lucas, Sam, and I made something before you two got home," Dean replied. He was quiet though, respecting both Sarah and Sam.

Later that night, Dean and I were alone in our room together and finally talked about everything that happened today. It was as if we were waiting all night to talk about it and now we could finally just decompress form today's events.

"Tonight was pretty crazy, huh?" I asked, as Dean and I got into bed.

"Yeah. Poor Sammy… poor Sarah. I just never thought this'd happen. We used to risk or lives every day but yet something so small and something that seemed so rare like cancer turns out to be worse than demons," Dean replied.

I sighed, "I know."

"And thank you for being so strong today for Sarah and Sam. I hate seeing my brother like that well… you kind of held us all together," Dean commented.

I smiled, "It's because I love you."

Dean chuckled, "I love you too."

We got into to bed and Dean kissed me goodnight before I turned out the light and we went to sleep.

December came and Sarah and Sam had already moved here. Dean and I's wedding was getting closer and Katie was now three months pregnant. Sarah was doing her chemo treatments but I could tell that she was unhappy.