The day of the wedding, Sara woke up with pains in her stomach. She had tossed and turned all night until she had finally awakened Sam to rub her back, which helped only temporarily. She got up to make sure there was no blood and was happy to see that things were fine in that area. However, the pain was bad and she decided she needed to go to the hospital. On their way down the stairs, they ran into Missouri who came out of the downstairs shower.
“Sara, honey you look pale. What’s wrong?”
“We don’t know I am going to take her over to the hospital to be checked out.” “Hold on, Sam,” Missouri said as she laid her damp hands on Sara’s stomach and closed her eyes.
“The babies are fine. I think you are just a bit stressed with all that is happening.”
“You sure?” Sara asked.
“Yes, but feel free to go ahead and have it verified. I won’t be sore with you,” Missouri said with a smile as she headed to the guest room.
Sara looked at Sam. Sam shrugged.
“Maybe go up and do some deep breathing exercise to see if it helps, first?”
Sara nodded and they returned to their room.

By one o’clock, everyone was at the Church on the Hillside where the wedding was to be held. There was peacefulness about the quiet as everyone waited for the wedding march to be played so the bride could walk down the aisle. The Winchesters were in their places, Cassidy sat as still as she could at her age in Sara’s lap on the front row as the baby watched her daddy while he waved at her. Cassie tried not to move around too much though she could see Marty with Missouri as they looked restless. Deanna was in the front with rose petals around her feet, she had stopped throwing when her mother had given her “the look”.

Finally, Vickie came in; her face was apologetic and her eyes shone with tears. John looked as though he may go to her to find out what had gone wrong but she smiled at him to stay put. When she reached him and the guests had taken their seats, she squeezed his hand. The minister performed the service quickly and no interruptions occurred. Sam breathed a sigh of relief at his post beside Dean. Maybe it had only been a nightmare.
The reception was held in the church dining hall, which comfortably fit one hundred people. With less than fifty for the occasion that had put up partitions to keep the room from seeming to large. That was the second mistake. After the wedding those who had come for security purposes had left, was the first.

Everyone was happy and relaxed as the couple cut the cake and bulbs flashed in their eyes. John blinked and thought he saw someone behind the make shift wall but decided he was seeing things so he went back to feeding Vickie her cake. A second later, a shot rang out as it whizzed by John’s ear. Everyone ducked, except Sam and Dean who raced in the direction that the bullet had came from. Dean pulled a gun from under his coat and Sam did the same as the circled behind the partition to find whoever had been there was gone.
However, he did leave a note.
It’s not personal John Winchester:
But, now your life is in danger.
John met them and Dean who handed him the note while Sam raced outside to see if he could find the culprit. John looked at his sons when the both came back inside.
“What a way to start off a marriage, huh?” John frowned as he pocketed the note.
“Dad, what are you going to do about this?” Sam asked with concerned edged in his handsome face. His long hair had been trimmed for the wedding at his wife’s insistence though it still lay on his collar.

“You are going to take this serious?” Dean asked with a frown of his own.
He still had a bad feeling about Vickie that he had hoped would pass before the wedding. “Look, we have been in danger most of our lives, right?”
They both nodded.
“All I can do is my best, just like you two have done. I am proud of you both.”
Sam sighed. At least the guy seemed to have left the wedding. He suggested to his dad that they alter their honeymoon plans. If possible, he thought they should leave right away instead of waiting until the next day. John agreed, he also told them he would let Vickie know about the note with the hope that she would understand the reasoning behind their early departure.

That night after Sam and Dean dropped them off at the airport, the two gathered in the living room at the house.
“I don’t know Sam, something is not right,” Dean said.
“I know and Dad is so calm its starting to scare me. Maybe there is more about Vickie we don’t know. You don’t think she is a ghost hunter or something?” Dean laughed.
“No, I can’t see that. What did you find out about her background?”
“She is what she says, a divorcee with a teenager. Her ex was a cop. She is a local with a good job. Nothing sinister on record. No dead exes, no jail time.”
“Did you contact the guy from Stanford that does handwriting analysis?”
“Yea, I faxed him a copy while you stuffed your face earlier,” Sam said with a grin.
“We brought you home a plate and if you don’t eat it I sure will,” Dean said as he rubbed his stomach before he let out a yawn.
“That is all we can do for now,” Sam said as he saw Sara come down the stairs out of his peripheral vision.
He got up to go meet her.
“You okay?”
“I am having pains again, Sam, but they don’t feel right,” she said with fear in her eyes.

“Take her to the hospital, that way you will know for sure,” Dean suggested as he got up to go toward the bedroom.
Sara bit her lip.
“Do you mind if Cassie comes with, just in case it’s the real thing?”
“I’ll tell her while you get ready.”
Cassie sat in the bed as she read to Cassidy who was in her lap.
“Cas, Sam is taking Sara to the hospital. She wants you to go just in case,” Dean said as he stood in front of her.
Cassie looked up with a grin.
“Sure I will go but can you handle the kids?”
“Of course.”
“You know the last time you had them alone they weren’t all walking,” she teased him.
“I can do it; you get dressed and go help your sister-in-law have those babies.”
“Dean.”
“Yeah?”
“There are four kids, you know?”
“I can deal,” he said as he picked up Cassidy who had the book in her hand.
Cassie kissed him after she dressed and was headed out the door.
“If you need help, Missouri is here,” she said with a smile as he patted her on the behind as she left.

When he finished reading to Cassidy, she laid her head on his chest and seemed to be ready to sleep. This wasn’t so hard. Then there was a tap on the door before Deanna poked her head in.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Dee Dee.”
“Can I sleep in here?”
“You have a nice bed in your room to sleep in.”
“Why does Leigh not sleep in her bed?”
“Dad dy,” Cassidy said as she was suddenly wide-awake.
Dean groaned.
“She isn’t used to her new room, Sweetie but she will get used it. You are a big girl.”
Deanna pursed her lips before she pouted them.
“Um, it’s scary in my room too.”
Dean raised an eyebrow just before the door opened again. Marty and Jason stood inside the door with grins. Without asking, they jumped in the bed. Deanna followed.
“Okay, here is the deal you can only stay if you close your eyes and go to sleep. Otherwise everyone goes back to the beds,” Dean said in his fatherly voice. The one that would not compromise.

Marty covered his mouth to avoid a burst of laughter. Jason pinched Deanna’s leg.
“Ouch.”
“What?”
“Jason pinched me,” Deanna said as she glared at her brother. “Marty switch places with Jason and no more talking,” Daddy Dean said as he cut off the light.
Cassidy was heavy on his chest but there was little room to put her down so he held her. After a few minutes, he could hear her even breathing. The other three also settled down, maybe they just wanted to be near him. He smiled to himself. Kids, got to love them.

At the hospital, Sara was indeed in labor. It was premature but her babies were fine. Sam was with her as well as Cassie in the birthing room. The doctor seemed to think she could still have the babies naturally. The contractions were close enough that he believed she may have had them most of the day. Cassie spoke to her in low tones as she encouraged her breathing while Sam held her hand.
“You can do this,” Sam said as he wiped her brow.
Sara closed her eyes as she let out a breath.
“This is it,” she said to her husband.
“I know you don’t mean that,” Sam cooed.
“I do,’ she said through the pain. Her green eyes flashed with anger.
Cassie tried not to smile. She and Dean had that discussion before but she knew it was jut the pain that spoke. She dearly wished she could turn back time to have had Dean at Deanna’s birth. It had been the most bittersweet day for her.
{Flashback-Four years earlier}
Cassie had gone into labor alone. Her mother was at church and she was home. She had phoned a cab to take her to the hospital where her mother met her.
“Mama, I want Dean to be here,” she said to her mother as they prepared her to have the baby.
She was in tears and couldn’t stop crying.
“Honey, it too late for that. You just focus on having this little girl then maybe one day soon you will see him again,” her mother had said.
“Mama, I love him,” she said as they wheeled her into the operating room.
{End Flashback}
Dean had no idea how much she had longed to tell him about Mary Deanna before she had been born. Cassie came out of her reverie in time to see a little head, just before Sara let out a scream.

Sara delivered the twins, which where two minutes apart, in record time. Sam could only smile with tears in his eyes as he looked at his little boy and girl. The boy had dark hair and eyes while the little girl had dark blonde hair and dark green eyes. They were both twenty-one inches and weighed six pounds apiece. Sara watched him from her spot in the bed as he held his son while Cassie held the little girl.
“They are so beautiful,” Sam said with awe in his voice.
Sara smiled as Cassie handed her the little girl.
“I will go call Dean while you too look over these two cuties,” Cassie said before she left the room.
“So I did well?” Sara asked her husband.
“You were awesome, Honey. I don’t know how you girls do it, it wasn’t the worse thing I have every seen but I could barely watch,” he teased her.
“There is a reason God let’s woman have the children. By the way, I meant what I said about no more,” she said with a smile.
Sam thought, If our lives ever become normal maybe I can change her mind.
“So the names are Jonathan Stewart and Isabelle Francis?” Sara asked.
“Yep, if you still agree.”
“Jon and Izzie, I like it.”
Sam laughed.
“Interesting my middle name is being used as a name for my daughter, priceless.”
Sara beamed.

Dean woke up to an empty bed, he happened to catch sight of Cassidy as she walked out the door.
“Cassidy, hold on,” he said as the smell of bacon filled his nostrils.
He grabbed the little girl to change her diaper and shirt. “Now where are you going?” he asked her.
“Eat Dad dy.”
“Oh no,” he said before he picked her up again to avoid her racing out of the room. More than once Jason had tried to cook something on his own, he was afraid that was what he had smelled. Luckily, this time it was Missouri who had made breakfast.
“Morning,” he said.
“Good Morning. You have some early risers here,” she said.
“Uh oh, what did they do? They aren’t supposed to be in the kitchen unless….”
“No they are fine,” she lied.
“Missouri, fess up. More than once Jason has tried to microwave cereal to give to his brother and sister,” Dean said with a grimace.
“Well maybe he learned his lesson. This morning they were eating it dry, I mean the part that wasn’t on the floor.”
“I’m sorry,” Dean said as he hung his head.
“Don’t be sorry. Get up earlier,” she said with a glint in her eyes.
“Cassie called about the twins, they are both doing well for their size. She is waiting for a ride home.”
“Good, we will go after breakfast to see them.”

Dean took his seat at the table after Missouri filled his plate with bacon, eggs and toast. He sat across from Deanna who looked sadly at him. Cassidy was in the high chair munching on her Cherrios while Jason hummed to some unknown beat as he put away his food. Then out of the corner of his eye he saw Marty throw a Cherrio on the floor.
“What are you doing?”
“There is a booger on it,” Marty said in all seriousness.
“What?” Dean asked.
“He had it in his nose, daddy,” Deanna informed him as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Marty don’t put food in your nose. Do you know why?”
Marty shrugged.
“You won’t be able to breathe if it goes down, son. Just don’t do it okay?”
“Okay, daddy,” Marty conceded with a frown.
Dean looked at Deanna again. What is wrong with her? He took a bite of bacon then pushed the plate aside.
“Dee Dee follow me,” he said as he got up from the table.
Deanna sighed as she got out of her chair to follow Dean into the family room. Cassie was better with the kids, he had to admit. But if his daughter was sad he should try to see what the problem could be. She was four, what earthshaking issues could she have?. Dean shut the door before they both sat on the sofa. He turned to face to find she was in tears.
“Dee Dee what’s wrong?” he said as he gathered in his arms.
“Why do you hate me daddy?” she asked with trembling lips.

TBC

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