Big Bang 2013: Leaving Footprints behind Chapter 8
“Our s-son?” Sam stuttered as he dropped Missouri’s hand and pointed to Dean and himself.
“Yes, Sam, our son and daughter,” Dean confirmed “I saw them both. They were healthy, happy, and ours Sam.”
“Now may I continue?” Missouri asked Sam.
Grinning like an idiot, he reached out for Dean and Missouri’s hands, and nodded his agreement because he was too choked up to form the words.
“This spell that has been cast on you two was one that you have to be on the other side to know about. No one living can cast this spell they just used your witch to get the job done. Once the spell is completed, the people who knew about it, about the two of you will have no memory of it”
“I still hate witches,” Dean grumbled.
“That’s okay, Dean you can still hate witches,” Sam chuckled. “So who would cast a spell like this, I mean if Dean saw our children, then that means we’re going to be okay, right?”
Sam was so fucking excited that he was about to come out of his skin, for once this was something good for them. Children meant no more hunting, no matter what jobs they found because there was no way that he was going to rear his kids the same as his dad did, on the road with nothing to call their own.
There would be little league, peewee football, and maybe even basketball. Their daughter would have tea parties, dance lessons and a room so goddamned pink that it would look as though a pepto bismol factory exploded in it. He knew he was getting ahead of things, but this carrot had been dangled in front of him and he wasn’t just going to bite, he would eat the whole goddamned thing.
“Boy I can only see what’s shown to me and something’s blocking me from seeing everything. What I can tell is that once whatever this is has completed, you won’t remember what you were before.” She advised. “You won’t even remember some of the people you knew before.”
“If we can’t remember what about the other people affected?” Dean asked. “I mean Sam and Garth couldn’t find anything on the spell, so what the hell?”
“It’s like one part dream come true one part glamour spell. The things that people want most can be life changing, and some things shouldn’t be remembered.” She explained.
“Like a pregnant man.” Sam said.
“Exactly” she agreed.
“So where do we go from here?” Dean asked.
“We need to get you a doctor, and conveniently enough a doctor who is a friend to all hunters needed a place to hide out for a while, so he’ll be here tomorrow and we can get him to examine you.”
Robert Carville or Dr. Robert blew into Lawrence like a spring storm but with less bluster. He came into town with his assistant Eva to hide in plain sight from the thing that was hunting them. He had let a hunter stay flat lined just long enough for something to hitch a ride back into this dimension and was angry with the doctor because it couldn’t get back.
He and Eva would be living with and working out of the home of Missouri Moseley and traveling where needed until he could get back to his place above the butcher shop. He hoped Middle America was ready for him.
Missouri told him that he had a patient that he needed to see ASAP, a male hunter who was pregnant due to a witches curse. Even if he’d tried, Robert couldn’t control his surprise when Dean Winchester walked through the door.
Dr. Robert could tell that Dean was just as shocked as he was when he walked into the makeshift examination room.
“I told you to stop being a baby, not have one,” Eva snarked at Dean.
“You still need to work on your bedside manners,” Dean griped.
“Fuck you,” Eva retorted.
“You’re not man enough,” Dean replied.
“Okay boys and girls,” Dr. Robert stepped in throwing a paper gown towards Dean, “here you go Dean, put this on and hop up on the table.” He’d have to chastise Eva again for her bedside manner or lack thereof, but he’d never let her go. She was a good assistant as well as the daughter of the hunters who’d saved him from certain death at the hands of a demon.
Eva’s sarcastic rejoinder died on her lips when six and a half feet of Sam Winchester walked into the room and stood next to Dean.
Dr. Robert could sense Dean’s unease at having to have this examination especially in Eva’s presence. He imagined that the big bad hunter was feeling vulnerable and embarrassed, but the girl has proved invaluable and he needed her, and besides, if anything went awry Sam would kill both of them.
“Dean everything looked good, some things you already know you’re 6’1” 175 pounds, and despite what you’re going through your blood pressure is 140/75. I need you to watch your weight and let me know if anything feels weird, well off.”
“He’s always tired Doc, and then there’s the morning sickness,” Sam informed the doctor and ignored the evil looks Dean was shooting his way. “The doctors in Metairie said that Dean was about a month along. The thing is there’s no way he can be that far along doc.”
“No matter how bad it is the morning sickness, that’s all normal Sam; however we do need to get him on some prenatal vitamins and that will help with the tiredness and his appetite. The morning sickness should be gone by the end of the first trimester,” the doctor told him pulled out a prescription pad and began to write a script for the vitamins. As he passed the prescription over to Dean, he saw the looks both men cast his way. “But the advanced pregnancy, that has to be the spell because there’s no other explanation that I can give.
“Eva and I helped this doctor out of a sticky situation, and in return he helps me by providing me with a legal script pad,” He explained Sam’s silent questioning of the pad.
“See you next time mommy,” Eva goaded Dean.
Dean folded the prescription and left the room with Sam following close behind as they made their way upstairs to their room. “We gotta get the fuck out of here Sam. I do not want to share a home with that evil bitch he calls his assistant.”
“We’ll find something soon Dean,” Sam promised.
“We have found something Sam, our old house, let’s get it and we can be out of here in a month,” he pleaded. “It’s as though it was sitting there waiting for us to come home, so let’s go home.”
“I don’t know Dean,” Sam said, “I don’t know.”
“What’s the problem?” Dean asked frustrated.
“Forgive me if I don’t want to put my child in the same nursery where my mother died trying to protect me.” Sam confessed.
“And you think that that doesn’t bother me?” Dean asked as he lifted his hand and tucked an errant strand of hair behind his ear. “It does Sam, but at the same time, Something is drawing me to that house Sam in the same way it drew us here. We’re supposed to be there Sam.”
“How do you know that Dean?” Sam whispered. “What if that something is evil?”
“I know because I saw our kids sitting on the steps with us and we were all happy, but I don’t get this Sam. It was your idea that we come back to our old house in the first place, why the change of heart?”
“I wanted us to come back to Lawrence, not specifically to our old house, Dean. It’s just that’s where it all went bad, where mom died and we lost dad,” Sam explained.
“That’s the beauty of us coming here Sam, because that’s where we get to make it right.”
Later that day while Dean was resting, Sam told himself that he was just going to get Dean’s prescriptions filled, but he figured that buying a house that Dean wanted was good medicine as well.
A month and a half later Sam Wesson and Dean Smith were officially homeowners they would have been sooner but it took a while for them to get their new paperwork. It had hurt that they couldn’t live the rest of their lives as Winchesters; but with their spectacular deaths a few years back, and even though Ruby had told them all of their mom’s friends were dead, it didn’t hurt to be too careful, especially when they now had more than themselves to think about.
Sam had found a job at a local law firm as a paralegal, and each day that Sam went into that office Dean wondered if it hurt him that he wasn’t practicing as he should be. Dean on the other had couldn’t work, at almost two months pregnant he soon wouldn’t be able to hide his condition.
Even though Sam wasn’t an attorney, he put in hours as though he was. He spent hours slaving over his computer doing research for cases and became the firm’s favorite paralegal because of his attention to detail. In the course of his research he even found a couple of cases that he knew were supernatural and called Garth to get a hunter on them, making Dean proud.
Today he had an appointment with Dr. Robert who promised that he would have the portable ultrasound machine that he normally used to get a visual on organs. He could have gone anytime during the day to have the procedure done, but he wanted Sam to be with him so they could see their son together.
While Sam put in long hours at the law firm, Dean was busy making a home for them, both literally and figuratively. He thought that he’d go stir crazy in the house, but he’d found contentment instead. Being at home made him feel grounded in a way that he never had before. He found joy in getting the house ready before the baby came.
The master bedroom was now a suite, and he’d also completed the nursery and was now working on the kitchen. Because of his delicate condition, Sam made him hire someone to help with the labor to get as much work completed before Dean really looked pregnant and not as though he’d just put on a few extra pounds.
He’d been puttering around the house all day trying to get it in shape before the baby came, it never occurred to him that they were…normal. Well except for Dean’s hair. It seemed that the more he cut it the faster it grew until he was cutting it every other day. He’d broken down and let Sam give him a high and tight, but it still grew overnight, so he let it grow. After having to get a haircut every three or four days, he just gave up and now he had hair that was almost as long as Sam’s was.
Forty minutes before he was due to pick Sam up from the law firm, he jumped into the shower because even though he hadn’t been doing the manual labor, his chest and shoulders hurt like a bitch. To alleviate the pain Dean stood under the hot water and let it soothe his aches. Once the shower was done, he wiped the steam from the mirror, looked at himself, and was still surprised at what he saw. It was the hair.
Sometimes it still took him by surprise to see his hair this long, but he has grown to like because when Sam grabs it while he’s giving him a blowjob…well yeah, he’s glad he let it grow.
Dean pulled in front of Johns and Burns law firm just as Sam was exiting the building and he could tell that his brother was excited about their doctor’s visits. Of course he could afford to be excited because he wasn’t the one that had to lie on that table to be poked and prodded.
“How many people are going to go to jail because you couldn’t concentrate on your job today?” Dean asked him as he got into the car.
“No one that didn’t deserve it,” Sam responded as he reached over to rub Dean’s belly.
“You know that Missouri is going to insist that we stay for dinner right?” Sam asked Dean, as he rubbed his hand where Dean swatted it away.
“I don’t mind, it’s just that Eva bitch that I don’t want to have to deal with.”
“I’ll protect you baby,” Sam teased.
“I want to tell you not to call me baby because I’m not a girl, but that’s kinda hard to do what with me being pregnant and all.” Dean grumped at Sam’s use of the hated endearment.
They bantered back and forth until they arrived at Missouri’s, and suddenly Dean didn’t want to make the short walk inside. The thought that Dr. Robert could find that something was wrong with their baby kept running through his mind It’s one thing to know you’re a freak, but the thought that his child might be one as well made his heart hurt.
“It’ll be okay, Dean,” Sam tried to reassure him, as a life time of living in each other’s pocket clued him into what Dean was thinking. “Remember this is what we want, you and me so how can it be bad?”
“Look, I know that you want normal, because you’ve been singing that song since you were practically old enough to talk. You ran away several times to find it, but you always end up here, with me. It’s just that lately, I’ve been wanting it too. Normalcy. To know what it like to have something that you can call your own, to go out and face this shitty world with the knowledge that I’ve got you to come home to, and then I get pregnant and it scared me Sam. Not the fact that I’m pregnant, but the thought of it being taken away.”
“You never told me that before, that this was what you wanted. With me.” Sam accused.
“Dean I’d have done my best to get us here, to be together. I would have stopped running if I knew that I had a reason to stay.”
“You’ve always had a reason to stay, I just wasn’t good enough.” Dean sighed.
“No Dean, you were always enough, I just didn’t know I was wanted.”
“How was I supposed to tell you how much I wanted you when I thought...?” Dean searched for the words that expressed his past hurt and anger. “When we were in heaven the fact that all of your good memories involved getting away from me told me all I needed to know.”
Sam reached across the small distance between them and wiped the tears that were falling silently from worried green eyes. “Dean I know that my track record hasn’t always been good, but I promise you this, nothing but death could keep me from your side.”
The loud tap on the window broke them apart, and both men looked through the closed window at an annoyed Missouri.
“You boys have your own place now, so don’t sit in front of my house and have sex like a couple of teenagers!” she snapped. “Sam I expected better from you.”
Sam and Dean looked at each other and laughed after Missouri voiced her displeasure before turning and flouncing back into her house.
“One of these days I’m going to find out what I did to that woman,” Dean mumbled as he got out of the car.
“Dean, Sam,” Dr. Robert greeted them as they entered the house, “I’ve got everything set up just through here,” he informed them as he pointed to the room Missouri used as her study.
With a feeling of apprehension, Dean entered the room disrobed and put on the gown the doctor provided. Once on the table he glanced around the room and took in the fact that it was indeed a mini doctor’s office. It even had the hated nurse he thought as Eva walked into the room to take his vitals and hook him up to the sonogram before leaving the room again.
When the door opened, again it was the doctor followed by Sam. Sam stood at the end of the table near Dean’s head so that they both could view the picture, and suddenly there he was. Dean had heard people say it before, but he really wasn’t any bigger than a peanut.
“He’s doing well guys, he’s where he’s supposed to be growth wise and everything else looked normal, so nothing to worry about as far as the baby’s concerned, but there was something wrong with you Dean.”
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“Yes, Sam, our son and daughter,” Dean confirmed “I saw them both. They were healthy, happy, and ours Sam.”
“Now may I continue?” Missouri asked Sam.
Grinning like an idiot, he reached out for Dean and Missouri’s hands, and nodded his agreement because he was too choked up to form the words.
“This spell that has been cast on you two was one that you have to be on the other side to know about. No one living can cast this spell they just used your witch to get the job done. Once the spell is completed, the people who knew about it, about the two of you will have no memory of it”
“I still hate witches,” Dean grumbled.
“That’s okay, Dean you can still hate witches,” Sam chuckled. “So who would cast a spell like this, I mean if Dean saw our children, then that means we’re going to be okay, right?”
Sam was so fucking excited that he was about to come out of his skin, for once this was something good for them. Children meant no more hunting, no matter what jobs they found because there was no way that he was going to rear his kids the same as his dad did, on the road with nothing to call their own.
There would be little league, peewee football, and maybe even basketball. Their daughter would have tea parties, dance lessons and a room so goddamned pink that it would look as though a pepto bismol factory exploded in it. He knew he was getting ahead of things, but this carrot had been dangled in front of him and he wasn’t just going to bite, he would eat the whole goddamned thing.
“Boy I can only see what’s shown to me and something’s blocking me from seeing everything. What I can tell is that once whatever this is has completed, you won’t remember what you were before.” She advised. “You won’t even remember some of the people you knew before.”
“If we can’t remember what about the other people affected?” Dean asked. “I mean Sam and Garth couldn’t find anything on the spell, so what the hell?”
“It’s like one part dream come true one part glamour spell. The things that people want most can be life changing, and some things shouldn’t be remembered.” She explained.
“Like a pregnant man.” Sam said.
“Exactly” she agreed.
“So where do we go from here?” Dean asked.
“We need to get you a doctor, and conveniently enough a doctor who is a friend to all hunters needed a place to hide out for a while, so he’ll be here tomorrow and we can get him to examine you.”
Robert Carville or Dr. Robert blew into Lawrence like a spring storm but with less bluster. He came into town with his assistant Eva to hide in plain sight from the thing that was hunting them. He had let a hunter stay flat lined just long enough for something to hitch a ride back into this dimension and was angry with the doctor because it couldn’t get back.
He and Eva would be living with and working out of the home of Missouri Moseley and traveling where needed until he could get back to his place above the butcher shop. He hoped Middle America was ready for him.
Missouri told him that he had a patient that he needed to see ASAP, a male hunter who was pregnant due to a witches curse. Even if he’d tried, Robert couldn’t control his surprise when Dean Winchester walked through the door.
Dr. Robert could tell that Dean was just as shocked as he was when he walked into the makeshift examination room.
“I told you to stop being a baby, not have one,” Eva snarked at Dean.
“You still need to work on your bedside manners,” Dean griped.
“Fuck you,” Eva retorted.
“You’re not man enough,” Dean replied.
“Okay boys and girls,” Dr. Robert stepped in throwing a paper gown towards Dean, “here you go Dean, put this on and hop up on the table.” He’d have to chastise Eva again for her bedside manner or lack thereof, but he’d never let her go. She was a good assistant as well as the daughter of the hunters who’d saved him from certain death at the hands of a demon.
Eva’s sarcastic rejoinder died on her lips when six and a half feet of Sam Winchester walked into the room and stood next to Dean.
Dr. Robert could sense Dean’s unease at having to have this examination especially in Eva’s presence. He imagined that the big bad hunter was feeling vulnerable and embarrassed, but the girl has proved invaluable and he needed her, and besides, if anything went awry Sam would kill both of them.
“Dean everything looked good, some things you already know you’re 6’1” 175 pounds, and despite what you’re going through your blood pressure is 140/75. I need you to watch your weight and let me know if anything feels weird, well off.”
“He’s always tired Doc, and then there’s the morning sickness,” Sam informed the doctor and ignored the evil looks Dean was shooting his way. “The doctors in Metairie said that Dean was about a month along. The thing is there’s no way he can be that far along doc.”
“No matter how bad it is the morning sickness, that’s all normal Sam; however we do need to get him on some prenatal vitamins and that will help with the tiredness and his appetite. The morning sickness should be gone by the end of the first trimester,” the doctor told him pulled out a prescription pad and began to write a script for the vitamins. As he passed the prescription over to Dean, he saw the looks both men cast his way. “But the advanced pregnancy, that has to be the spell because there’s no other explanation that I can give.
“Eva and I helped this doctor out of a sticky situation, and in return he helps me by providing me with a legal script pad,” He explained Sam’s silent questioning of the pad.
“See you next time mommy,” Eva goaded Dean.
Dean folded the prescription and left the room with Sam following close behind as they made their way upstairs to their room. “We gotta get the fuck out of here Sam. I do not want to share a home with that evil bitch he calls his assistant.”
“We’ll find something soon Dean,” Sam promised.
“We have found something Sam, our old house, let’s get it and we can be out of here in a month,” he pleaded. “It’s as though it was sitting there waiting for us to come home, so let’s go home.”
“I don’t know Dean,” Sam said, “I don’t know.”
“What’s the problem?” Dean asked frustrated.
“Forgive me if I don’t want to put my child in the same nursery where my mother died trying to protect me.” Sam confessed.
“And you think that that doesn’t bother me?” Dean asked as he lifted his hand and tucked an errant strand of hair behind his ear. “It does Sam, but at the same time, Something is drawing me to that house Sam in the same way it drew us here. We’re supposed to be there Sam.”
“How do you know that Dean?” Sam whispered. “What if that something is evil?”
“I know because I saw our kids sitting on the steps with us and we were all happy, but I don’t get this Sam. It was your idea that we come back to our old house in the first place, why the change of heart?”
“I wanted us to come back to Lawrence, not specifically to our old house, Dean. It’s just that’s where it all went bad, where mom died and we lost dad,” Sam explained.
“That’s the beauty of us coming here Sam, because that’s where we get to make it right.”
Later that day while Dean was resting, Sam told himself that he was just going to get Dean’s prescriptions filled, but he figured that buying a house that Dean wanted was good medicine as well.
A month and a half later Sam Wesson and Dean Smith were officially homeowners they would have been sooner but it took a while for them to get their new paperwork. It had hurt that they couldn’t live the rest of their lives as Winchesters; but with their spectacular deaths a few years back, and even though Ruby had told them all of their mom’s friends were dead, it didn’t hurt to be too careful, especially when they now had more than themselves to think about.
Sam had found a job at a local law firm as a paralegal, and each day that Sam went into that office Dean wondered if it hurt him that he wasn’t practicing as he should be. Dean on the other had couldn’t work, at almost two months pregnant he soon wouldn’t be able to hide his condition.
Even though Sam wasn’t an attorney, he put in hours as though he was. He spent hours slaving over his computer doing research for cases and became the firm’s favorite paralegal because of his attention to detail. In the course of his research he even found a couple of cases that he knew were supernatural and called Garth to get a hunter on them, making Dean proud.
Today he had an appointment with Dr. Robert who promised that he would have the portable ultrasound machine that he normally used to get a visual on organs. He could have gone anytime during the day to have the procedure done, but he wanted Sam to be with him so they could see their son together.
While Sam put in long hours at the law firm, Dean was busy making a home for them, both literally and figuratively. He thought that he’d go stir crazy in the house, but he’d found contentment instead. Being at home made him feel grounded in a way that he never had before. He found joy in getting the house ready before the baby came.
The master bedroom was now a suite, and he’d also completed the nursery and was now working on the kitchen. Because of his delicate condition, Sam made him hire someone to help with the labor to get as much work completed before Dean really looked pregnant and not as though he’d just put on a few extra pounds.
He’d been puttering around the house all day trying to get it in shape before the baby came, it never occurred to him that they were…normal. Well except for Dean’s hair. It seemed that the more he cut it the faster it grew until he was cutting it every other day. He’d broken down and let Sam give him a high and tight, but it still grew overnight, so he let it grow. After having to get a haircut every three or four days, he just gave up and now he had hair that was almost as long as Sam’s was.
Forty minutes before he was due to pick Sam up from the law firm, he jumped into the shower because even though he hadn’t been doing the manual labor, his chest and shoulders hurt like a bitch. To alleviate the pain Dean stood under the hot water and let it soothe his aches. Once the shower was done, he wiped the steam from the mirror, looked at himself, and was still surprised at what he saw. It was the hair.
Sometimes it still took him by surprise to see his hair this long, but he has grown to like because when Sam grabs it while he’s giving him a blowjob…well yeah, he’s glad he let it grow.
Dean pulled in front of Johns and Burns law firm just as Sam was exiting the building and he could tell that his brother was excited about their doctor’s visits. Of course he could afford to be excited because he wasn’t the one that had to lie on that table to be poked and prodded.
“How many people are going to go to jail because you couldn’t concentrate on your job today?” Dean asked him as he got into the car.
“No one that didn’t deserve it,” Sam responded as he reached over to rub Dean’s belly.
“You know that Missouri is going to insist that we stay for dinner right?” Sam asked Dean, as he rubbed his hand where Dean swatted it away.
“I don’t mind, it’s just that Eva bitch that I don’t want to have to deal with.”
“I’ll protect you baby,” Sam teased.
“I want to tell you not to call me baby because I’m not a girl, but that’s kinda hard to do what with me being pregnant and all.” Dean grumped at Sam’s use of the hated endearment.
They bantered back and forth until they arrived at Missouri’s, and suddenly Dean didn’t want to make the short walk inside. The thought that Dr. Robert could find that something was wrong with their baby kept running through his mind It’s one thing to know you’re a freak, but the thought that his child might be one as well made his heart hurt.
“It’ll be okay, Dean,” Sam tried to reassure him, as a life time of living in each other’s pocket clued him into what Dean was thinking. “Remember this is what we want, you and me so how can it be bad?”
“Look, I know that you want normal, because you’ve been singing that song since you were practically old enough to talk. You ran away several times to find it, but you always end up here, with me. It’s just that lately, I’ve been wanting it too. Normalcy. To know what it like to have something that you can call your own, to go out and face this shitty world with the knowledge that I’ve got you to come home to, and then I get pregnant and it scared me Sam. Not the fact that I’m pregnant, but the thought of it being taken away.”
“You never told me that before, that this was what you wanted. With me.” Sam accused.
“Dean I’d have done my best to get us here, to be together. I would have stopped running if I knew that I had a reason to stay.”
“You’ve always had a reason to stay, I just wasn’t good enough.” Dean sighed.
“No Dean, you were always enough, I just didn’t know I was wanted.”
“How was I supposed to tell you how much I wanted you when I thought...?” Dean searched for the words that expressed his past hurt and anger. “When we were in heaven the fact that all of your good memories involved getting away from me told me all I needed to know.”
Sam reached across the small distance between them and wiped the tears that were falling silently from worried green eyes. “Dean I know that my track record hasn’t always been good, but I promise you this, nothing but death could keep me from your side.”
The loud tap on the window broke them apart, and both men looked through the closed window at an annoyed Missouri.
“You boys have your own place now, so don’t sit in front of my house and have sex like a couple of teenagers!” she snapped. “Sam I expected better from you.”
Sam and Dean looked at each other and laughed after Missouri voiced her displeasure before turning and flouncing back into her house.
“One of these days I’m going to find out what I did to that woman,” Dean mumbled as he got out of the car.
“Dean, Sam,” Dr. Robert greeted them as they entered the house, “I’ve got everything set up just through here,” he informed them as he pointed to the room Missouri used as her study.
With a feeling of apprehension, Dean entered the room disrobed and put on the gown the doctor provided. Once on the table he glanced around the room and took in the fact that it was indeed a mini doctor’s office. It even had the hated nurse he thought as Eva walked into the room to take his vitals and hook him up to the sonogram before leaving the room again.
When the door opened, again it was the doctor followed by Sam. Sam stood at the end of the table near Dean’s head so that they both could view the picture, and suddenly there he was. Dean had heard people say it before, but he really wasn’t any bigger than a peanut.
“He’s doing well guys, he’s where he’s supposed to be growth wise and everything else looked normal, so nothing to worry about as far as the baby’s concerned, but there was something wrong with you Dean.”
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