Big Bang 2013: Leaving Footprints behind Chapter 7
“Boy what have you done?” Missouri Mosley snapped at Dean as soon as he and Sam walked into her home.
Knowing that his opinion was not wanted Sam left Missouri and Dean to their bickering while he followed his nose to find that delicious smell that was coming from the kitchen. Dean was so going to give him hell for leaving him to that woman for food, but he hadn’t eaten since breakfast and he was starving.
Dean on the other hand had the opposite reaction, hoping like hell that she hadn’t remodeled since their last visit, Dean quickly made his way to the bathroom to empty his stomach. As he knelt before the porcelain throne, he’d never been so glad to see a toilet before because he didn’t think he could handle the barrage of insults Missouri would send his way.
He heard rather than saw Sam make his way to the bathroom after he heard Dean being sick.
“Go on back to the kitchen Sam,” she instructed as she wiped a cool cloth over Dean’s face, “I got him.”
“Go Sam!” she barked when he hesitated.
Dean could have sworn he heard Sam mumble, “But he’s mine, I’m supposed to take care of him.”
“Are you okay Dean?” she asked, her voice the softest he’d ever heard her use towards him.
“’M good,” he told her, “just an upset stomach‘s all,” he lied.
“Cut the bullshit Dean, you forget who you’re dealing with,” she reminded him. “Even if Sam wasn’t being all protective and hovering outside the door, I can read you Dean, as soon as I touched you I knew what was going on.”
Dean wasn’t embarrassed that he loved Sam, never that, it was just that their relationship wasn’t… normal and now it was out in the open to be scrutinized by unforgiving eyes. He and Sam were brothers for Christ sakes, but love him he did and he wasn’t going to apologize because Missouri disapproved.
He ducked his head because he didn’t want to see the disgust that he was sure showed in her eyes. She was of the few people left who knew them from when. Even though he didn’t see her that often, he didn’t want to lose that connection.
“I won’t belittle our friendship and pretend that I understand this relationship between you and Sam,” she started while her hand rubbed comforting circles on his lower back, “but I’ve have time to adjust and get used to knowing and so I accepted this thing…this love between you and Sam a long time ago.”
“A long time…Missouri?” he asked confused. A long time ago, surely she hasn’t known since he and Sam were here all those years ago to clear the haunting from their old house. It was possible, because things were so new between them then and they could barely keep their hands off each other.
“I can hear you overthinking and you’re making my damn head hurt,” she complained, “I have readings later and my mind needs to be clear for that, so for now let’s go to the kitchen, feed Sam and worry about the rest later.”
When the two of them walked out of the bathroom, Sam was standing outside of the door with a worried look on his face. They thought that they had been hiding this aspect of their relationship between them, but now Dean could tell that Sam was trying to figure out who else knew and did they hate them for loving each other.
“Sit down boys and stop worrying, the people who loved you loved you no matter what.”
“Bobby,” they said in unison.
“Yes, Bobby,” she confirmed.
“Oh God, he must have hated us,” Sam groaned as he rubbed his hand down his face.
“Bobby Singer was a good man and he loved you both like you were his own, so don’t you dare disrespect the man because of your own shame, Sam Winchester.” She chastised.
“Sorry,” Sam apologized. “It’s just that…”
“Look, we aren’t going to get anything settled tonight, so let’s enjoy this food that I slaved over for you, and tomorrow we can discuss what’s coming. Besides, Dean you need to eat as nutritiously as possible. And boy, get a haircut, because that kind of pretty only works on Sam.”
Dean self-consciously ran his fingers through his hair, he’d just gotten a haircut before he and Sam packed up the Impala and made their way to Lawrence. Fucking hormones.
The two men sat down at the table like chastised little boys and began to eat. Even though he hadn’t eaten since that morning Dean wasn’t that hungry. His mind just kept turning over the fact that Bobby knew about him and Sam, and he felt a little sick and he wasn’t sure if was because Bobby knew or it was morning sickness.
The awkward dinner was soon over and Dean knew that they should go find a motel until they could find something more permanent. It seems that Missouri had other plans.
“Where are you going?” She probed and they attempted to say goodnight.
“Dean’s tired, so we need to find a place to stay tonight,” Sam explained to their host.
“Sam you spent most of your life wanting to be normal, but do you really know what that means?” she asked rhetorically. The way she stood there facing them told him that she really didn’t expect an answer, “normal means not insulting your friend’s generous offer of a place to stay because you think that they’re going to hear you doing the nasty with your brother.”
Dean Winchester stared at the ceiling as he tried to remember when he lost control of his life. Here he was a thirty-five year old, pregnant man, lying in a bed next to his brother/lover in the home of a friend who was angry with them because they wanted to keep the relationship quiet. Fucking witch.
Right now, he so wanted Sam’s touch to ground him, but Sam was hugging his side of the bed so that he wouldn’t accidently touch Dean and his dick ended up in his ass, and Dean was on other side doing the same.
Dean reasoned that it was one thing to know that she knew that they were lovers than more than but another to fuck Sam in her house and let the sound of the headboard hitting the wall prove it to her.
As though Sam could read his thoughts a few minutes later, he covered the distance between them and wrapped Dean up in his arms so that they both could relax and fall asleep.
The next morning the pair of them danced around each other as they showered and dressed, both careful not to touch each other even though Missouri was nowhere around. As Dean prepared to do the same, he watched Sam as he shaved and had to press the heel of his hand onto his cock, because for some reason watching Sam as he made those controlled strokes was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen.
He was completely turned on until he glanced into the mirror, because what the hell. It seemed as though his hair had grown another inch overnight. He knew that pregnancy hormones and prenatal vitamins caused hair and nails to grow, but this was ridiculous.
“Sam, something’s wrong here,” he informed the other man. “My hair shouldn’t grow this fucking fast.” And as soon as he spoke those words, another thought occurred to him, he hadn’t shaved since the morning Monica cast the spell.
Sam stopped shaving and looked at Dean, and was amazed at how much the older man’s hair had grown since last night. Dean hadn’t been to a doctor so they couldn’t blame prenatal vitamins so what the fuck. The longer hair made him look younger, softer and vulnerable bringing out Sam’s protective side.
As Sam looked closer at his lover, the older man’s beauty overwhelmed him, but hell Dean’s always been the hottest thing he’d ever seen man or woman. As he took in those full lips that were swollen because he’d been worrying them, the expressive green eyes fringed by those long lashes and those freckles that drove him mad, Sam swore at that moment he fell a little more in love.
“Dean I know about as much as you do, but if anyone can tell us what is going on then it’s Missouri. She will read us and then we will have some leads we can work until we can find a way to reverse this spell,” Sam tried to reassure Dean.
The problem was it’s hard to offer solace to someone else when you were terrified yourself, but he had to do this for Dean. His brother had done no less for him when he’d been a terrified kid all alone in a hotel room watching over an even younger kid, or when he’d been a heartbroken young man who sold his soul out of pure unadulterated love. This was his time to protect Dean and he wasn’t going to let him down.
Pulling Dean to him, in a bear hug Sam whispered in his ear and promised, “Dean, I’ll die protecting you, believe that. Through the years, you’ve proved that over and over again, and I’ll do the same for you.”
Once they made their way downstairs, the men noticed that Missouri had a breakfast feast prepared for them, but judging from the dish she was placing in the dishwasher, she had already eaten.
“I got breakfast ready, but I won’t be joining you two,” she told them. “I have some errands to run, and Dean if you need them; there are some saltines in the cabinet above the sink. I’ll be home around two so when I come back Dean, we’ll have a reading.”
With that announcement, their host was gone and they had the house to themselves.
“Are you okay Dean?” Sam asked, “Do you feel like eating this morning?”
“Yeah, Sammy I think so.”
Sam looked at the fare that Missouri had left for them and was pleased to find that she had provided some lighter things like toast and fruit for Dean. The coffee smelled heavenly, but Dean couldn’t have any and Sam wasn’t going to torture him by drinking it in front of him.
“You can drink your coffee Sam, I’ll be okay.” Dean told him in the most pitiful voice he’d ever heard coming from a grown man and there was in no way in hell that he was going to fall for it.
Dean would find ways to let him know that he drank coffee while he was suffering from withdrawal while carrying his baby. His baby. Dean was carrying his child and he really did try not to grin like a loon at the thought while watching Dean use his nonverbal skills to bitch about not being allowed to have coffee. Sam lost that battle. Until it could be proven otherwise, this was the best thing to happen to him since that first time Dean fucked him so forgive him for being proud.
While Missouri was running her errands, Sam and Dean found someone to help them turn part of their dragon gold into cash. They were going to have to find a place to live because at some point Sam wanted to have sex again and that wasn’t going to happen while they were living with Missouri.
They drove around, first thing found a barber for Dean, and then began the search for a house. It seemed that by an unspoken agreement, they bypassed houses that looked like the dumps that John settled for durning their childhood. He usually found the cheapest place (dump) in an attempt to both save money and to stay under the radar. They were going to have a baby their child was going to have stability, and a safe haven to call home.
The first time they drove past their old home, Dean slowed down the Impala to have a look. If he hadn’t seen the ghost of their mother Sam would have no ties to the house, but Dean had memories. The tomato rice soup Dean fixed for Sam when he was sick was what their mother had prepared for Dean. He had memories of a carefree dad and a loving mother and it showed in his eyes when they drove past the house.
The continued to search for a place to live and he knew that they didn’t have to find one today, and Missouri was nice, but sex was better so as far as Sam was concerned, they needed a place yesterday.
The second time they drove past the house, there was a for sale sign that they hadn’t noticed before. It was as though fate had intervened on their behalf for once. Dean slowed down and wrote down the realtors number then drove back to Missouri’s because there was no way they were going to be late.
They arrived early and waited for the older woman to arrive and Sam could tell Dean was nervous, so he gave Dean a kiss to calm him down.
“Mm mm,” Dean hummed as he leaned into the kiss just before he yawned and started blinking his eyes like a little kid trying to stay awake for Santa.
The older man was falling asleep on the sofa where they were sitting so Sam suggested that he go lie down, but in true Dean fashion, he refused to do so unless Sam joined him. Knowing that his brother needed the rest, Sam spooned with Dean until the man’s even breathing told him that he’d succumbed to sleep.
He lay there a while just holding Dean until he heard Missouri enter the house and he went downstairs to greet her.
“Hey Sam,” she greeted as she walked in carrying an arm full of groceries. “Any luck with the house hunting?”
“Not really,” he told her, “but how did you know that’s what we did today?”
“You two were as quiet as a church mouse last night even though I told you everything was okay, so it makes sense that you’d try to find a place to stay.” She laughed at him.
“There was nothing we really liked, but our old house…it’s empty and up for sale. Dean took down the information, but I don’t know.” He tried to explain as he took the bags from her. “I told Dean that we would look at our old house before we came here, but now I don’t know.”
“Do you have enough for it? I know how resourceful hunters can be,” She questioned him as she made her way to the kitchen. “But life on the road ain’t cheap.”
“Yeah, we’re cool as far as money’s concerned a job with some dragons helped with that, but the house, I’m not sure if it’s safe.” He voiced one of his fears.
“The house is clean Sam. There was no way I’d let that girl stay there with her kids. It’s been clean since you two were here last.”
“Then what happened to that family? Why aren’t they still there?” Sam questioned, still not convinced.
“Not everyone has the ability to deal with the supernatural Sam, so they run and that’s why she took her kids and she ran, but we cleaned that house Sam.”
“You mean like it doesn’t faze you to be dealing with a man who’s pregnant with his brother’s child?” he asked sarcastically.
“It’s like I told you Sam, I’m used to the idea of you two, although that wasn’t hard because I’ve always thought of you two as Sam and Dean Winchester not Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester,” she explained. “Besides, this was definitely not the weirdest thing I’ve had to deal with, supernatural or otherwise.” She laughed.
“What’s going on here Missouri?” he asked her. “When I look back now it’s like something was drawing us to go to Monica Love, to go to that house and now everything has gone to hell since. Dean’s pregnant for fuck’s sake.”
“I don’t know what to tell you Sam, I won’t know anything for sure until we have a reading.”
“Then let’s get this show on the road,” Dean said from the kitchen door.
Thirty minutes later the three of them were sitting in the little alcove that Missouri reserved for her readings. Dean and Sam were side by side with the older woman sitting across from them. She took Sam’s hand and encouraged him to hold Dean’s. When Dean placed his hand into hers, she jumped as though she’d touched a live wire.
“Missouri?” Sam questioned.
“It’s okay, Dean,” she reassured him as she turned a serene smile on him and then to Sam who had gripped her had so tightly that she was losing feeling. “I’m getting good feelings about what’s happening to you two. There are a lot of forces at work to bring this all together, even the fact that Dean was the one to become pregnant.”
“How did Monica get the juice to pull this off, because we checked and all we could find was that she’s just someone dressed up in costume doing parlor tricks,” Sam demanded.
“I don’t know,” she started. “It’s likely…”
“What do you mean you don’t know, I can fucking guess.” He all but growled. He was desperate to know what was happening to Dean and how it was going to affect their future, and if someone like Missouri didn’t have answers then they were fucked.
“Stop it Sam, let her finish,” Dean appealed wearily but he was wearing the most beatific smile. “There was something different about me and I can’t quite place what it was, but I saw him, I saw our son, Sam. His eyes were the same color as mine, but they were shaped like yours and he was holding his sister.”
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Knowing that his opinion was not wanted Sam left Missouri and Dean to their bickering while he followed his nose to find that delicious smell that was coming from the kitchen. Dean was so going to give him hell for leaving him to that woman for food, but he hadn’t eaten since breakfast and he was starving.
Dean on the other hand had the opposite reaction, hoping like hell that she hadn’t remodeled since their last visit, Dean quickly made his way to the bathroom to empty his stomach. As he knelt before the porcelain throne, he’d never been so glad to see a toilet before because he didn’t think he could handle the barrage of insults Missouri would send his way.
He heard rather than saw Sam make his way to the bathroom after he heard Dean being sick.
“Go on back to the kitchen Sam,” she instructed as she wiped a cool cloth over Dean’s face, “I got him.”
“Go Sam!” she barked when he hesitated.
Dean could have sworn he heard Sam mumble, “But he’s mine, I’m supposed to take care of him.”
“Are you okay Dean?” she asked, her voice the softest he’d ever heard her use towards him.
“’M good,” he told her, “just an upset stomach‘s all,” he lied.
“Cut the bullshit Dean, you forget who you’re dealing with,” she reminded him. “Even if Sam wasn’t being all protective and hovering outside the door, I can read you Dean, as soon as I touched you I knew what was going on.”
Dean wasn’t embarrassed that he loved Sam, never that, it was just that their relationship wasn’t… normal and now it was out in the open to be scrutinized by unforgiving eyes. He and Sam were brothers for Christ sakes, but love him he did and he wasn’t going to apologize because Missouri disapproved.
He ducked his head because he didn’t want to see the disgust that he was sure showed in her eyes. She was of the few people left who knew them from when. Even though he didn’t see her that often, he didn’t want to lose that connection.
“I won’t belittle our friendship and pretend that I understand this relationship between you and Sam,” she started while her hand rubbed comforting circles on his lower back, “but I’ve have time to adjust and get used to knowing and so I accepted this thing…this love between you and Sam a long time ago.”
“A long time…Missouri?” he asked confused. A long time ago, surely she hasn’t known since he and Sam were here all those years ago to clear the haunting from their old house. It was possible, because things were so new between them then and they could barely keep their hands off each other.
“I can hear you overthinking and you’re making my damn head hurt,” she complained, “I have readings later and my mind needs to be clear for that, so for now let’s go to the kitchen, feed Sam and worry about the rest later.”
When the two of them walked out of the bathroom, Sam was standing outside of the door with a worried look on his face. They thought that they had been hiding this aspect of their relationship between them, but now Dean could tell that Sam was trying to figure out who else knew and did they hate them for loving each other.
“Sit down boys and stop worrying, the people who loved you loved you no matter what.”
“Bobby,” they said in unison.
“Yes, Bobby,” she confirmed.
“Oh God, he must have hated us,” Sam groaned as he rubbed his hand down his face.
“Bobby Singer was a good man and he loved you both like you were his own, so don’t you dare disrespect the man because of your own shame, Sam Winchester.” She chastised.
“Sorry,” Sam apologized. “It’s just that…”
“Look, we aren’t going to get anything settled tonight, so let’s enjoy this food that I slaved over for you, and tomorrow we can discuss what’s coming. Besides, Dean you need to eat as nutritiously as possible. And boy, get a haircut, because that kind of pretty only works on Sam.”
Dean self-consciously ran his fingers through his hair, he’d just gotten a haircut before he and Sam packed up the Impala and made their way to Lawrence. Fucking hormones.
The two men sat down at the table like chastised little boys and began to eat. Even though he hadn’t eaten since that morning Dean wasn’t that hungry. His mind just kept turning over the fact that Bobby knew about him and Sam, and he felt a little sick and he wasn’t sure if was because Bobby knew or it was morning sickness.
The awkward dinner was soon over and Dean knew that they should go find a motel until they could find something more permanent. It seems that Missouri had other plans.
“Where are you going?” She probed and they attempted to say goodnight.
“Dean’s tired, so we need to find a place to stay tonight,” Sam explained to their host.
“Sam you spent most of your life wanting to be normal, but do you really know what that means?” she asked rhetorically. The way she stood there facing them told him that she really didn’t expect an answer, “normal means not insulting your friend’s generous offer of a place to stay because you think that they’re going to hear you doing the nasty with your brother.”
Dean Winchester stared at the ceiling as he tried to remember when he lost control of his life. Here he was a thirty-five year old, pregnant man, lying in a bed next to his brother/lover in the home of a friend who was angry with them because they wanted to keep the relationship quiet. Fucking witch.
Right now, he so wanted Sam’s touch to ground him, but Sam was hugging his side of the bed so that he wouldn’t accidently touch Dean and his dick ended up in his ass, and Dean was on other side doing the same.
Dean reasoned that it was one thing to know that she knew that they were lovers than more than but another to fuck Sam in her house and let the sound of the headboard hitting the wall prove it to her.
As though Sam could read his thoughts a few minutes later, he covered the distance between them and wrapped Dean up in his arms so that they both could relax and fall asleep.
The next morning the pair of them danced around each other as they showered and dressed, both careful not to touch each other even though Missouri was nowhere around. As Dean prepared to do the same, he watched Sam as he shaved and had to press the heel of his hand onto his cock, because for some reason watching Sam as he made those controlled strokes was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen.
He was completely turned on until he glanced into the mirror, because what the hell. It seemed as though his hair had grown another inch overnight. He knew that pregnancy hormones and prenatal vitamins caused hair and nails to grow, but this was ridiculous.
“Sam, something’s wrong here,” he informed the other man. “My hair shouldn’t grow this fucking fast.” And as soon as he spoke those words, another thought occurred to him, he hadn’t shaved since the morning Monica cast the spell.
Sam stopped shaving and looked at Dean, and was amazed at how much the older man’s hair had grown since last night. Dean hadn’t been to a doctor so they couldn’t blame prenatal vitamins so what the fuck. The longer hair made him look younger, softer and vulnerable bringing out Sam’s protective side.
As Sam looked closer at his lover, the older man’s beauty overwhelmed him, but hell Dean’s always been the hottest thing he’d ever seen man or woman. As he took in those full lips that were swollen because he’d been worrying them, the expressive green eyes fringed by those long lashes and those freckles that drove him mad, Sam swore at that moment he fell a little more in love.
“Dean I know about as much as you do, but if anyone can tell us what is going on then it’s Missouri. She will read us and then we will have some leads we can work until we can find a way to reverse this spell,” Sam tried to reassure Dean.
The problem was it’s hard to offer solace to someone else when you were terrified yourself, but he had to do this for Dean. His brother had done no less for him when he’d been a terrified kid all alone in a hotel room watching over an even younger kid, or when he’d been a heartbroken young man who sold his soul out of pure unadulterated love. This was his time to protect Dean and he wasn’t going to let him down.
Pulling Dean to him, in a bear hug Sam whispered in his ear and promised, “Dean, I’ll die protecting you, believe that. Through the years, you’ve proved that over and over again, and I’ll do the same for you.”
Once they made their way downstairs, the men noticed that Missouri had a breakfast feast prepared for them, but judging from the dish she was placing in the dishwasher, she had already eaten.
“I got breakfast ready, but I won’t be joining you two,” she told them. “I have some errands to run, and Dean if you need them; there are some saltines in the cabinet above the sink. I’ll be home around two so when I come back Dean, we’ll have a reading.”
With that announcement, their host was gone and they had the house to themselves.
“Are you okay Dean?” Sam asked, “Do you feel like eating this morning?”
“Yeah, Sammy I think so.”
Sam looked at the fare that Missouri had left for them and was pleased to find that she had provided some lighter things like toast and fruit for Dean. The coffee smelled heavenly, but Dean couldn’t have any and Sam wasn’t going to torture him by drinking it in front of him.
“You can drink your coffee Sam, I’ll be okay.” Dean told him in the most pitiful voice he’d ever heard coming from a grown man and there was in no way in hell that he was going to fall for it.
Dean would find ways to let him know that he drank coffee while he was suffering from withdrawal while carrying his baby. His baby. Dean was carrying his child and he really did try not to grin like a loon at the thought while watching Dean use his nonverbal skills to bitch about not being allowed to have coffee. Sam lost that battle. Until it could be proven otherwise, this was the best thing to happen to him since that first time Dean fucked him so forgive him for being proud.
While Missouri was running her errands, Sam and Dean found someone to help them turn part of their dragon gold into cash. They were going to have to find a place to live because at some point Sam wanted to have sex again and that wasn’t going to happen while they were living with Missouri.
They drove around, first thing found a barber for Dean, and then began the search for a house. It seemed that by an unspoken agreement, they bypassed houses that looked like the dumps that John settled for durning their childhood. He usually found the cheapest place (dump) in an attempt to both save money and to stay under the radar. They were going to have a baby their child was going to have stability, and a safe haven to call home.
The first time they drove past their old home, Dean slowed down the Impala to have a look. If he hadn’t seen the ghost of their mother Sam would have no ties to the house, but Dean had memories. The tomato rice soup Dean fixed for Sam when he was sick was what their mother had prepared for Dean. He had memories of a carefree dad and a loving mother and it showed in his eyes when they drove past the house.
The continued to search for a place to live and he knew that they didn’t have to find one today, and Missouri was nice, but sex was better so as far as Sam was concerned, they needed a place yesterday.
The second time they drove past the house, there was a for sale sign that they hadn’t noticed before. It was as though fate had intervened on their behalf for once. Dean slowed down and wrote down the realtors number then drove back to Missouri’s because there was no way they were going to be late.
They arrived early and waited for the older woman to arrive and Sam could tell Dean was nervous, so he gave Dean a kiss to calm him down.
“Mm mm,” Dean hummed as he leaned into the kiss just before he yawned and started blinking his eyes like a little kid trying to stay awake for Santa.
The older man was falling asleep on the sofa where they were sitting so Sam suggested that he go lie down, but in true Dean fashion, he refused to do so unless Sam joined him. Knowing that his brother needed the rest, Sam spooned with Dean until the man’s even breathing told him that he’d succumbed to sleep.
He lay there a while just holding Dean until he heard Missouri enter the house and he went downstairs to greet her.
“Hey Sam,” she greeted as she walked in carrying an arm full of groceries. “Any luck with the house hunting?”
“Not really,” he told her, “but how did you know that’s what we did today?”
“You two were as quiet as a church mouse last night even though I told you everything was okay, so it makes sense that you’d try to find a place to stay.” She laughed at him.
“There was nothing we really liked, but our old house…it’s empty and up for sale. Dean took down the information, but I don’t know.” He tried to explain as he took the bags from her. “I told Dean that we would look at our old house before we came here, but now I don’t know.”
“Do you have enough for it? I know how resourceful hunters can be,” She questioned him as she made her way to the kitchen. “But life on the road ain’t cheap.”
“Yeah, we’re cool as far as money’s concerned a job with some dragons helped with that, but the house, I’m not sure if it’s safe.” He voiced one of his fears.
“The house is clean Sam. There was no way I’d let that girl stay there with her kids. It’s been clean since you two were here last.”
“Then what happened to that family? Why aren’t they still there?” Sam questioned, still not convinced.
“Not everyone has the ability to deal with the supernatural Sam, so they run and that’s why she took her kids and she ran, but we cleaned that house Sam.”
“You mean like it doesn’t faze you to be dealing with a man who’s pregnant with his brother’s child?” he asked sarcastically.
“It’s like I told you Sam, I’m used to the idea of you two, although that wasn’t hard because I’ve always thought of you two as Sam and Dean Winchester not Sam Winchester and Dean Winchester,” she explained. “Besides, this was definitely not the weirdest thing I’ve had to deal with, supernatural or otherwise.” She laughed.
“What’s going on here Missouri?” he asked her. “When I look back now it’s like something was drawing us to go to Monica Love, to go to that house and now everything has gone to hell since. Dean’s pregnant for fuck’s sake.”
“I don’t know what to tell you Sam, I won’t know anything for sure until we have a reading.”
“Then let’s get this show on the road,” Dean said from the kitchen door.
Thirty minutes later the three of them were sitting in the little alcove that Missouri reserved for her readings. Dean and Sam were side by side with the older woman sitting across from them. She took Sam’s hand and encouraged him to hold Dean’s. When Dean placed his hand into hers, she jumped as though she’d touched a live wire.
“Missouri?” Sam questioned.
“It’s okay, Dean,” she reassured him as she turned a serene smile on him and then to Sam who had gripped her had so tightly that she was losing feeling. “I’m getting good feelings about what’s happening to you two. There are a lot of forces at work to bring this all together, even the fact that Dean was the one to become pregnant.”
“How did Monica get the juice to pull this off, because we checked and all we could find was that she’s just someone dressed up in costume doing parlor tricks,” Sam demanded.
“I don’t know,” she started. “It’s likely…”
“What do you mean you don’t know, I can fucking guess.” He all but growled. He was desperate to know what was happening to Dean and how it was going to affect their future, and if someone like Missouri didn’t have answers then they were fucked.
“Stop it Sam, let her finish,” Dean appealed wearily but he was wearing the most beatific smile. “There was something different about me and I can’t quite place what it was, but I saw him, I saw our son, Sam. His eyes were the same color as mine, but they were shaped like yours and he was holding his sister.”
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