It wasn't the first time he'd asked, and previously, Natalie had been under orders not to say anything besides he was someone she knew. This time, she cast an uncertain look in the direction of the older version of her brother, who hesitated and then indicated she could go ahead and answer.
Which was a relief. Eight year old girls weren't big enough to hold such big secrets inside forever and three weeks had certainly felt that long.
"My brother," she chirped, grinning at both her parents expectantly.
"Johnathan Noah Winchester," the elder Ben clarified, more circumspect than the bouncing Natalie. The had gotten used to the idea"He's four, and he didn't get caught up in all the stuff that went down before we showed up here."
"Whoa, wait, there's more of us?" Ben the younger asked, popping upright. He studied his older self – not the douche as he'd originally thought and really not all that douchey despite the younger Ben's insistence – who nodded, then his little sister – not that much younger than him as he was now, which had made for some fun and interesting shenanigans – and then airpunched. "Sweet."
With no reaction from her mother yet, who had stilled, and too impatient to wait on her father's reaction, Natalie launched into an explanation about how she did so remember them asking her when she was little if she wanted to have a brother or a sister and how she had picked brother and the doctor's had said it would be a girl and they had been wrong.