Life Married to A Winchester

Chapter 2

I couldn't help but to smile at the thought that he still wants a family. He is the love of my life. I entered our bedroom and picked out undergarments, a pair of ripped skinny jeans, a white tank top and a maroon colored flannel. I set them on the bed and headed for the bathroom. I turned on the water and let it warm up as I took off my clothes. I stepped into the shower and let the warm water run over my skin. Showers were always soothing to me, have been since I could remeber. I started to wash my hair when I heard the door open and then shut. I could tell by the shadow on the curtain and the heavy and slow footsteps that it was just Dean. He came in to brush his teeth. I heard the sink faucet turn on and the drawer under the sink open. Dean turned the faucet off and started talking to me.
"Did you have any plans today?" He asked me.
"Nope. Why?" I responded.
"We're out of beer. I was going to see if you wanted to go on a supply run with me." He said.
"Yeah, I'll go with you. We need more laundry detergent and cleanex too."
"Okay. I need to shower before we go." He told me. I got an idea in my head when he said that. He said he still wants children so I'll give him a child. I poked my head out of the curtian.
"Then get in now." I smirked. His eyes grew wide and he smiled. He was undressed and the shower with me in three seconds.

My idea made Dean have to take a could shower but I don't think he minded. After we got dressed Sam joined us to go shopping. He said he wanted to get some books to read. When we got the the store Sam walked across the street to the book store. He said he would be in the Impala when we were done. We picked up ingredients for the week's dinners, some pie, and I grabbed about four pregnancy tests. We left the store and found Sam curled up in the back seat of the Impala with his nose buried in a book. I chuckled at Sam. He was always a book worm. I've known these boys since the day they were born. Dean was born four years before both Sam and I but his birthday is just ten days after mine. Our parents hunted together. My parents were killed on a hunting trip. Two vamps snuck up behind them in an alley one night years ago. Was 10 years old at the time. I've lived with the Winchesters ever since. We headed back to the bunker and unloaded the groceries. When we finished San went back to his room with his new books. Dean and I went went to our room and watched a couple movies and we both fell asleep.
A couple hours into our nap something jolted me out of my sleep. It was Sam. He screaming at someone in his sleep. I got up out of the bed and ran down the hallway to his room. I opened the door and San was still stuck in his nightmare. I knew not to wake him up. He had these dreams before. He almost broke Dean's arm when he went to go wake Sam up. Just then Dean came in the room holding a gun. When he saw it was just Sam having a bad nightmare he lowered his gun and just looked and his baby brother. I climbed carefully onto the bed and put my hand on his chest. I could only make out a few of the words. He was screaming for Dean and I. I talked quietly to him. It seemed to calm him down and he stopped screaming and just kept on sleeping. I looked at Dean and we both went to the kitchen to get some coffee.
We walked into the the kitchen and Dean was the first one of us to speak.
"What the hell was that, Winter?" He asked, pointing his thumb behind him.
"I wonder if it's the demon blood doing this to him. He has to stop using that stuff. What if it kills him, Dean?" I was really worrying about Sam's addiction to that vile crap.
"Sammy's strong. He'll kick it in the ass like he normally does." Dean took my face in both hands and kissed my forehead. I grabbed Dean's hands and nodded.
"I know, I know. We'll have to talk to Cas and Crowley."