Sam Winchester's Angel

Chapter 10- Family

     When I regained consciousness, I could hear Sam and Dean beside me talking, so I slowly opened my eyes. "Sam?" I said softly. "What happened?"
"You blacked out after you healed me." Sam said, sitting next to me on the bed.
"How long was I out?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.
"Not long, maybe an hour." Dean answered.
Suddenly, I gasped, realizing the sharp pain I felt came from my stomach.
"Are the babies okay?!" I nearly shrieked.
"Yes, they're fine baby. We got Cas to check you out. But I'm putting you on bed rest for a week once we get home." Sam said, taking my hand.
I looked at him with fire in my eyes, and I heard Dean start to laugh.
"Dude, I told you she wouldn't like that idea!"
"I know you don't like it babe, but I don't want you hurting yourself, or the boys." He said, kissing my hand and my growing belly. Again, the boys kicked at his touch, and he chuckled.
Soon we were back at the bunker and Sam picked me up, placed me on the couch, and went to the kitchen bringing back a Dr. Pepper for me because on the way home I was whining that I hadn't had one since we left for the case. I smiled, and sipped it happily. I turned on the T.V. And scrolled through the channels, finally settling on one of my favorite movies, Tarzan. I fell asleep half way through, and started dreaming about my boys.
'Aiden and Riley, looked to be about five years old, and were playing in the den with Dean. And Sam and I were on the couch watching tv, when suddenly I heard a baby crying next to me. I looked down, and smiled at the baby girl Sam was holding, she looked back at me with the same ocean blue eyes as mine, and she smiled. "Mary, are you smiling?" Sam said to her, and she cooed, sticking her tongue out at him. "You got that from your mom, stinker." He chuckled.
   Castiel suddenly appeared in front of us, smiling, which didn't happen often. "Sam, Willow, Mary." His smile grew when he said Mary's name. Sam handed her to him and she started giggling at the sight of Cas. "Sweet Mary, Grandpa loves you." He kissed her forehead.
"Grandpa Cas! Grandpa Cas!" The boys called, running from the other room. "Hello, boys!" He smiled, handing Mary to me and hugging the boys. Mary started to whine and reach for Aiden. "Hey sissy! Mom, can I hold her?" He said, crawling up on the couch between Sam and I.
"Sure baby, all set?" I said.
"Yes ma'am." He smiled and reached for Mary. She smiled and did the same. Mary grabbed Aiden's fingers and scooted into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck when she was close enough.
"Hey sissy!" He smiled.
"Ayyyyyyy" Mary babbled.
I smiled as I watched my children interact, studying Aiden, I could tell he was a lot like Sam. He had the same shaggy brown hair, the same facial structure, the same hazel eyes as his father. Riley, on the other hand, looks a little more like me. We have the same short, flat nose, almond shaped eyes, and olive skin, the only difference is that Riley's eyes are green, like Dean's.
"Momma?" Riley said, climbing into my lap.
"Yes, baby?" I said, wrapping my arms around him.
"I love you." He smiled up at me.
"Momma loves you more." I smiled and kissed his nose.
He laughed and stuck his tongue out at me, and I did the same.
   I woke up to the smell of burgers and curly fries, and Dean singing...
I opened my eyes, and saw Sam with my legs across his. I also noticed that my belly had grown, and I could feel the boys moving a lot more.
"Hey good looking." I smiled at Sam.
"Hey beautiful." He winked, and I giggled. "How do you feel?" He asked.
"I'm fine." I smiled, again.
"Guys, dinner is ready!" Dean called from the dining room.
"Good, I'm starving!" I smiled and tried to get up, but I was sunk into the couch so far that I ended up looking like a turtle stuck on her back. I finally huffed and gave up, letting Sam help me up. After I caught my breath, I finally made it into the dining room and sat down I front of my plate.
"It's about time!" Dean mumbled with a mouth full of cheeseburger. We ate in a happy silence and decided to call it an early night. Sam and I said good night to Dean and went into our bedroom. Sam pulled off his shirt and handed it to me, knowing I was going to grab it anyway, seeing as all of my clothes are too small now, and I haven't gone shopping in a really long time; I stripped down and gladly threw off my bra, sliding his shirt over my head. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee for the thousandth time today, and slid in next to my hunter. I laid on my right side, with my back to Sam but the boys didn't like that. I tried laying on my back, but that was painful, so I scooted closer to Sam, put my head in the crook of his neck and my leg across his waist.
"What's wrong baby?" Sam said.
"I can't get comfortable.." I whined, "The babies won't stop kicking, my legs are restless, and I just can't sleep."
"Awe, want me to hold you?" He asked, kissing my forehead, and I nodded. He rolled over to face me, and pulled me close, and the boys started to kick frantically.
"Whoa! Now I see what you mean.. Do they kick like that all the time?" He chuckled, I nodded.
"They move a lot in general, but when you're around or touching my belly, they go nuts! They love their dad." I smiled.
"Well, I love my boys, and I can't wait for them to get here." He said, happily kissing my belly.
    Soon, the boys stopped their kicking, and I was about to get comfortable enough to fall asleep, wrapped in Sam's arms.