Title: Family Is Everything

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: Completely AU. Set pre-pilot. Dean's got his hands full raising his two kids on his own, hunting, trying to please his father, and checking up on his baby brother Sammy. Is there anyway he and Sammy will ever be close again? Will the fact that Dean has kids help them mend their fractured relationship? Don't worry there will be hunting for both Sam and Dean. After all they still have to find John. I CHANGED THE TWINS AGE, THEY'RE 2.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters, but I sure as hell wish I owned Dean and the Impala. A girl can dream can't she.

Chapter 1: Marissa

Dean sighed heavily as he sat down in the rocking chair with his whimpering daughter. He tenderly kissed Asha's blonde hair as he began rocking back and forth. He hoped the rocking would soothe his baby girl to sleep. He hated seeing her in pain, she had a double ear infection and she was feeling it hard. God, he wished Marissa was here, he needed her, and Alec and Asha needed her. He really missed her, he often found himself thinking about the day he met her. He remembered it like it was yesterday. Funnily enough he'd met her in a bar in Flagstaff, Arizona and yeah he knew this was a total cliché but, he'd loved her at first sight. She'd been kicking some biker's ass, her shoulder length wavy blonde hair twirling around her. When she'd finished he'd walked up to her and said, "Damn girl I'd hate to piss you off, you've got great moves."

Sapphire blue eyes had looked up at him through long lashes, they had been shining with mirth. Then she'd smirked at him, asking cheekily, "You lookin' to get your ass kicked pretty boy?"

He'd smirked right back, his hazel-green eyes sparkling with golden flecks, "Nope, just complimenting you on your flawless Jujitsu. I've been studying martial arts since I was five, I can appreciate all the time and hard work you must have put into training to get that good. 'Cause you really kicked ass girl."

She'd smiled then, extremely bright, and he was mesmerized. Her hair was wild, extremely wavy, and he'd bet she had a hard time taming it. Her blue eyes had shone bright with liveliness, and she had a smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose, much like himself. To top it all off she was wearing a Metallica t-shirt. Damn he'd fallen for her, and he'd fallen hard. Still smiling she'd introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Marissa Petrelli."

He'd smiled back genuinely, "I'm Dean Winchester."

"Like the rifle?", she'd asked, grinning.

"Yeah, like the rifle, but twice as deadly.", he'd quipped, smirking.

"Right, that's where all those years of martial arts come into play.", she'd said, derisively.

"Exactly.", he'd said, matter of factly. He'd enjoyed talking to her, she was his type, intelligent, witty, and fun. She was the kind of girl that would be able to keep up with his verbal sparring. So yeah, he'd been screwed and he'd been screwed because despite the fact that he'd known he'd probably get hurt, he'd had every intention of getting to know the girl.

He'd bought her a drink and their relationship had developed from there. The hunt he and his dad had been on at the time had been a complicated one, meaning it had taken a long time. So he'd been able to really get to know Marissa, they'd been dating for about two months when she'd stumbled upon what he and his father do. She'd walked into John and Dean's apartment and seen all the guns on the kitchen table. She'd entered the living room cautiously, letting out a shocked gasp as she watched John sewing up a gash on Dean's back. After that he'd told her about his life, he'd told her everything, and then he'd waited with bated breath for her response, and she'd just leaned forward, and embraced him gently. She'd pulled him as close as she could without hurting him, cupping the nape of his neck tenderly, her fingers playing with soft spiky hairs there. She'd told him that she was sorry about his mother, sorry that he'd grown up so fast, sorry for all the things he'd been through. Then she'd told him that she'd never leave him, not unless he wanted her to. So he'd put his heart on the line, told her that he loved her, and she'd said it back.

When it came time for John and Dean to leave Flagstaff, Marissa came with them. She didn't have anything to stick around for, her sister had gone away to college, her mother and baby brother had both died, and she'd never really met her father. They'd been on the road together for about six months when they'd found out she was pregnant, after the initial shock had worn off they'd been ecstatic. When she'd had the first sonogram they'd found out that she was pregnant with twins. The doctor had asked whether they wanted to know the sex of the babies and they did, they needed to be prepared for when they were born. So, a boy and a girl it was and they were both thrilled. Dean loved kids and he couldn't wait to be a father, he'd missed having someone to look after since Sammy had left for Stanford.

Marissa's pregnancy had been a rough one, the doctor had prescribed bed rest in her sixth month because of the complications. The babies were born three weeks after, they were obviously premature. The doctors all said it wasn't likely they'd survive the night, but they did. Then the doctors said they wouldn't make it past a week, Dean hadn't believed them, and Dean had been right, Asha and Alec were fighters. After that the doctors had told them their babies weren't going to make it past a month, and once again they were wrong. After three months they'd been able to bring Alec and Asha home, the next day when he'd woken up Marissa was gone. That same night she'd called, said she couldn't handle all this, said that she wasn't coming back, at least not for awhile, she needed to get help, deal with things she should have a long time ago. Dean just didn't understand, how could she leave him, how could she leave their children, their sick children. And goddamn it he couldn't hate her, he just couldn't, he loved her. It would be so much easier if he could just hate her, but how could he when she gave him the two most important things in his life, Alec and Asha. He loved them so damn much, they were his world.

A lot of things had changed since Marissa left, the twins were 2 years old now, and they had exceeded all of the doctor's expectations. They weren't brain damaged and they didn't have any kind of a disability. Well except they had extremely severe asthma, which they'd both been hospitalized for about four times. Other than that they were pretty healthy and developmentally they were above average. So screw you Dr. Fishman, what the hell do you know anyway. If Marissa was here she'd kick his ass.

Marissa, god, he missed her.

AN: This was a totally random plot bunny that just wouldn't get out of mind, so I had to write it. Despite the fact that I don't know if anyone will be interested I figured I'd post it anyway. So, if you want more tell me and if you don't I won't continue. Please review, and constructive criticism is always welcome.

Thanks,

Alaina