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Dean is three-and-a-quarter when his mom sits on the end of his bed just before telling his bedtime story and tells him he's going to be a big brother. He's filled with questions, if they'll be a brother or a sister, where they're going to come from, when they can play. His mom explains it all before she reads him his bedtime story, kisses his head, and tells him that angels are watching over him.
He's three-and-three-quarters when he wakes up to a crash in their back garden. He yawns as he sits up, using his bed to peek out the window. When he sees it, he wakes up immediately- something big and shiny in the middle of their lawn, steaming like something straight outta the oven.
Dean isn't allowed to get out of bed past bedtime, and how dark it is outside says it's definitely bedtime. Plus, he's still in his jammies.
But it doesn't stop him as he puts on his Spiderman slippers and sneaks down the creaky stairs, praying that mom and dad won't wake up. They don't, he can still hear dad snoring, so he clicks open the backdoor lock and pulls it open slowly. There's a rush that comes from sneaking outside to do something he's not supposed to.
He also hopes mom won't be too mad. He'd be sad if she told him off for sneaking out.
Dean leaves the door behind him open so that he can get back inside quietly, and approaches the thing in the middle of the yard. It's cooling down now, he thinks, steaming less. But then it hisses, and he scrambles away a little.
He peers over the side, and when he sees what's inside, he runs inside and back up the stairs as quickly as he can.
“Momma, dad, wake up!” He yells, pulling their door open and jumping onto their bed. It's a little bit of a battle to get up, he's still not hit his next growth spurt, but he does it anyhow. He's a good climber. “Wake up, the baby is here! The baby is here!” He shakes his dad's leg with fervor as he says it.
His dad shoots up, looking at his mom as soon as he's awake. But she's still sitting up sleepily, so he seems to sigh and pull Dean into his lap. Dean giggles and cuddles close.
“Dean, honey, the baby is still in mom's tummy, remember?” Mom says softly, tucking his hair behind his ear. Her hand stays at his cheek, and he nuzzles into it, even as he stares up at her with wide green eyes.
He's confused. His brows furrow.
“But… What about the baby in the yard? Did the stork drop it off by accident?”
He sees his parents both blink in surprise, and then the morning is a blur and he's tucked back into bed before he knows what's going on. Dean complains and whines, but his dad tucks him back under the covers whenever he tries to wiggle out and hits him with the Look.
Dean goes back to sleep without much argument after that, and only wakes up again in the afternoon. He hurries downstairs, only to find the babysitter.
“Your mom's gone to deliver the baby.” She says. He frowns, confused. “It's twins.”
He decides to just not ask any more after that. Mom will explain later, he's sure. Mom is always explaining things he doesn't quite get the first time, like his letters and numbers. He's smart, she always assured him, just more of an audio learner than a visual one. Mom always explains everything in a way he can get.
When they come home, he meets his two little brothers.
Clark and Sam Winchester.
They both sleep soft and sweetly, and Dean loves them both loads and loads.
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He wakes up six months later to smoke and fire and his dad hands him Clark and Sammy, who he can barely carry, and tells him to get them out. He does. Dean is a good boy, he always does what he's asked, so he carries his little brothers outside and then holds them from the other side of the street while their house burns down.
Dad comes back out alone, and Dean stares at the house with tears in his eyes while Sammy and Clark cry loudly.