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Mary was sitting at the kitchen table as John finished up his daily cup of joe. She rubbed her hand over her ever-growing stomach lovingly as she reached for the ultrasound picture that was resting on the table. The two veteran parents had gone to an early morning doctor appointment—the one Mary had been most excited about. After many anxious weeks of waiting, they finally found out the sex of their baby.

Mary and John were both elated at having a little girl join their family. Although Mary would have been equally pleased with a boy, she was inwardly overjoyed with a girl. All the dresses, bows, braids, dolls—she could hardly wait to share in that, a sharp contrast to all the mud, toy cars, and flannel her boys seemed to love so much. The family dynamic was about to change and Mary was months away from being less outnumbered. Although she'd always wanted a girl, it would be worth the wait to have her now that she had two older brothers to look out for her always, something Mary never had as she grew up an only child. Having a large family was a dream of hers; a loving, strong family that would stick together through it all—one that would never know about the dark abysses of the real world like she was forced to.

All the changes a daughter would bring was going to be a stark contrast to how things were now. She glanced to her left in the living room. Sam and Dean were sitting on the floor playing with toy cars and a race track. Sam sat back and watched intently as Dean made vroom sounds and sped his car around the track with his hand. The little brother studied his every move as he always did—anxiously waiting his turn.

Finally, the car came to a stop and Dean smiled at him. "'Kay, it's your turn, Sammy. I bet your car won't go as fast as mine did!" It wasn't a contest to him but rather his way of encouraging Sam to try hard, even at something so simple.

Sam's eyes lit up with excitement. He grabbed onto his car and mimicked Dean's sounds and motions as the car moved around and around. Try as he might, his imitations of his brother were always a bit off—not having the well-developed fine motor skills like his older brother yet, but that never stopped him from trying. It was his motivation to want to always be better, a staple personality trait everyone would later discover. "Super fast!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, like lightning fast," Dean affirmed with a smile.

Mary's attention fell back to her husband. "You know, I think we should tell them the news separately."

John let out a small chuckle at hearing that idea. It had never even crossed his mind. "Why you say that?"

"Sam does everything Dean does and…I just don't want any of that to ruin how the other reacts."

John smiled. It was like Mary to worry about all of the details, but in his mind, John knew his boys well. "They're going to be as excited as we are. Both of them."

Mary's face showed that she wasn't quite convinced yet. "Just look." She motioned gently in the boys' direction. They were still playing together, thick as thieves as they'd always been.

"Come on, let's race them," Dean announced, placing his car on the parallel track. "Ready, set…" and like always, he waited for the final word.

"GO!" Sam exclaimed loudly.

John's words drew Mary's gaze back to him. "See? The boys are good together. They'll just like having someone else to play with."

Without missing a beat, Mary replied with a laugh, "Even if that means playing with dolls instead of hot wheels?"

John smirked. "Well, we all might have to ease into that."

She playfully shoved his arm. "Well you better get used to it quick. I have a feeling this little one is going to have you wrapped around her little finger." She leaned in closer to her husband with each word.

"I guess we will have to wait and see," he said with a smile as he leaned in the rest of the way to kiss her.

"Sure, we'll wait and see," she mocked playfully. They both knew how it was going to turn out. John had been so excited about the news that he had made a stop on the way home to buy a small pink baseball glove for his new little girl. Even though Mary had promised that he was going to need to exchange it for some ballet slippers, John had insisted.

Just then, Dean's elated yell pulled them back to reality. "I WIN!"

Cue Sam's pouty face. Dean patted him sympathetically on the shoulder. "You'll do better next time, Sammy." It was the truth…Dean would make a point of letting Sam win the next one. He'd learned that was the only way to keep his brother coming back to play more; he had to let him win one every now and then.

Sam crossed his arms. "But I wanted to win this time!"

"I can't just let you win. That's not fair," Dean tried to reason, even though he'd done just that plenty of times.

"And it's not fair that you always win." His lip puffed out in his full on pout.

The parents immediately sensed a fight was about to break out at any moment and wanted to cut it off before it got to that point. John reached over and gently rubbed Mary's stomach before lovingly squeezing her knee. "No better time to tell them than the present."

He wrapped his arm around her back and they walked into the living room, taking a seat on the couch in front of the boys' play area on the floor.

"Boys, your mother and I have some great news to share." At those words, both sons stopped arguing and stared up at their parents expectantly.

"What, Daddy?" Sam asked.

Mary grabbed John's hand and said, "Today we found out if you're going to have a little baby brother or sister."

Dean shot up on his feet, clearly anxious for the news. Not a second later, Sam was on his feet, too, always the copy-cat of his older brother.

"And…?" Dean was almost dancing with anticipation.

"You boys are going to have…" Mary smiled, soaking in the moment. "…a sister!"

Sam's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree with excitement as a smile spread across his face. He was just milliseconds away from letting out one of his patent squeals when he was cut off—by the loudest groan a seven-year-old boy could muster. Everyone's eyes instantly focused on where the displeased noise had come from.

"But girls are yuck," he declared.

And in true fashion, Sam absorbed his older brother's emotions like a sponge, his smile immediately fading. "Yeah, yuck!"

"Boys," John said with a hint of warning behind the word. Then his voice softened as he switched to reason. "Girls aren't 'yuck.' Your mom's a girl…do you think that about her?" He raised his eyebrows as he waited, knowing he'd trapped him.

Mary had to bite her bottom lip to keep from smiling as she watched Dean's face struggle to process his father's words and come back with a counter-argument.

"But…but she's not a girl. She's a mom. That's really different." To a seven-year-old, that was a perfectly valid argument.

John just shook his head and before he could speak up again, Mary decided to jump in. "Why do you think having a little sister will be bad?" She rubbed her belly lovingly.

"'Cause she will play with dolls and princess stuff!" Dean crossed his arms. It was like the world was ending in a puff of glitter before his eyes.

"Yuck!" Sam added for good measure.

Dean then pointed to Sam. "See? He agreed. She'll play with girly things and won't play with us." Because in Dean's mind, his newest sibling was always going to be a boy. He was going to grow up and like cars, Power Rangers, and hamburgers, just like him. His new brother was going to be a great addition to the Him and Sammy club. And he had already prepared his answer for when they asked him for name ideas (Bruce Wayne, of course).

Then his parents went and dropped this bombshell on him and he wasn't about to accept it without a fight.

Mary's voice was equal parts sweet and patient. "I'm sure she will like playing with dolls, but I know she will love playing with her older brothers, too."

"We don't play with Barbies!" Dean's voice reflected the indignity he felt.

"I know, son. I'm sure there're other things you will all like playing together," John piped in, trying to help steer this conversation in the right direction.

Sam stood up taller at the idea of this new sister character wanting to play one of his favorite games. "Like Hide and Seek?"

Mary smiled, excited that she finally got one of them to bite. "I bet she will love playing Hide and Seek with you, honey."

And that was essentially all it took to bring Sam over to the other side. The idea of him being older and getting to not only pick the game but also play his all-time favorite game that Dean had practically stopped liking—it was gold. Ten years from now it would take a lot more to persuade him on any issue, but for now it was something as simple as having someone to play a favorite game with. He was starting to see this whole "big brother" thing from a new light and it filled him with excitement and anticipation.

But Dean wasn't convinced in the slightest. "I bet she won't play football with me and Dad." He crossed his arms again and stared at John, expectantly as if to say try and counter that one.

But the comment wasn't any match for John. He knew exactly what to say. "I bet she'll want to play if you teach her." Because if Sam was any indication about how the next sibling would be, he was certain she would look up to Dean.

However, Dean just couldn't accept it. They had sprung the news on him and they seemed to have a counter argument for all of his very, very valid points. But he hadn't tried every reasoning yet. "Why can't you just change it to a boy?"

John let out a small sigh. "It's a little late for that, champ."

Mary couldn't help but chime in with a laugh. "Yeah, that was something your father decided when we first got pregnant." She stole a quick smirk with her husband.

"But I told Dad I wanted a boy like forever ago!" His voice showed his frustration.

And John didn't like where his tone was heading. "Dean," he warned.

His shoulders fell slightly at the reprimand. He took a deep breath before replying, wanting to show his dad that he was right. "Remember? When I asked you for a brother?" His eyes pleaded with him.

"Yes, I do and he's standing right beside you, Dean."

The older brother turned to a grinning Sam and sighed in mock disgust. "Not him. Make that one a boy!" He pointed to his mom's stomach.

"We can't change her to a boy."

"But only if you had listened to what I wanted, Dad!" He was on the verge of sounding like a toddler having a tantrum.

"I can't decide if it's a boy or girl, son."

"But Mom said you can!" And he was right, Mary had just said that, making the poor boy all that more frustrated in this moment.

John ran a hand down his face. Mary had tried to hold back a laugh, waiting to see how her husband was about to explain XY chromosomes to his seven year old.

"Your mom was just joking, Dean. I don't get to decide if we have a boy or girl." There, that was logic enough for right now. He was not about to turn this into a science lesson.

Mary could see that her eldest was still distressed about this revelation and she couldn't bear to see it anymore. She motioned for him to come closer and he was now standing in front of her, still with a scowl on his face.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry. That was a bad joke." She reached out and affectionately rubbed his arm. "You may think having a sister isn't the best, but I happen to think another way. Sure, she may like dolls and princesses." Dean stuck out his tongue in disgust, but Mary ever so patiently held her finger up, signaling him to wait a minute. "But I do know that as the smallest one in this family, she's going to need some help learning all these new things." She motioned for Sam to step closer beside Dean. "And I couldn't think of two better brothers to teach her."

Sam's brow furrowed. "But Mommy, I don't know how to play dolls. I can't teach her." His shoulders slumped and there was a hint of regret in his small voice. He was so excited to be a big brother and the sudden realization that he wasn't going to be able to teach her what girls wanted…it made him sad.

His mother reached out and gave him a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, honey. I'll take care of teaching her that." She couldn't hide the smile from her lips, just the same as John.

"Then what can I do?" Sam asked, always excited to be a helper.

Dean was also clearly waiting to hear her response. Even though he wasn't outwardly as overeager as Sam was, he mind seemed already prewired to jump in and help whenever he was needed. His dad had always told him how important it was for him to help out with Sam ever since he was little. And truth be told, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed feeling useful, seeing his parents happy at his actions, being a kind of caregiver. It gave the small boy a sense of purpose. Although he hadn't accepted this idea of a "sister" invading his life, his opposition to it was slowly melting away at the thought that his new little sibling would need help and he'd be able to step in.

Mary opened her mouth to reply, but John interrupted with a hand, telling her to pause as he stood up and disappeared into the kitchen. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders at the little boys, having no idea what he was up to.

Suddenly he reappeared with something hidden in his hand behind his back. He came up behind his sons and kneeled down to their level. "Well I'm sure going to need help teaching her to play with this." He pulled out the small, pink baseball glove to show them. He waited patiently for their reactions.

"A sister can play baseball, Daddy?" little Sam asked innocently. Everything was so new to him.

With a chuckle, John replied, "Yes, Sammy, once she's a bit older like you, she can do anything. We can teach her to play!" He tried to add an extra ounce of excitement to his voice. But Dean was still caught up in the pink color, not removing his eyes from it. John added casually, "Good thing I made sure to get another color. This way she won't get her glove mixed up with anyone else's." He glanced at Dean out of the side of his eyes. He knew how much his son hated it when Sam got the baseball gloves mixed up, looking exactly the same except for their size. He was hoping this reason would appeal to him.

Dean took a deep breath, seemingly accepting the explanation and relieved that he wasn't going to have to share his glove with her. He said in a low voice, almost inaudible. "I can teach her how to catch a fly ball like you teached me."

Mary's eyes lit up at his declaration, finally coming around. "That and much more, Dean. You and Sam are going to be her big brothers, so you'll get to teach her lots of new things. Just like you taught Sam, he will now get to be a teacher himself." Sam's chest puffed out in pride of being a big brother and teacher. The idea of having to teach someone smaller than him about everything was exciting—as was the chance to finally win at the games for a change.

Dean's eyes softened and turned toward his mother. The eldest boy declared, "As long as I get to teacher her the cool things."

His mother reached out and wrapped her arms around Dean, pulling him in close to her. "She'll love the coolest of cool things, no doubt." She planted a kiss on top of his head. "So what do you say, sweetie? Are you ready to have a little sister now? I know she's already excited to meet you boys." Her voice was full of excitement.

He let out a long, drawn out breath as he mentally went over his options. After an exaggerated pause, he nodded his head. "Yeah, Mom." Then in one sudden movement, he scooted in closer and wrapped his arms around his mom's middle, pressing his ear against her bulging stomach. Mary was taken back by the sudden affection at first, Dean never being one to openly show it that much. But her heart melted as did her arms that wrapped around her boy.

Then in a low, almost silent voice, he spoke softly as if only talking so the little one inside could hear.

"You're family now, sis."