Dreams Do Come True (8/?)
Title: Dreams Do Come True (8/?)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Characters: Dean, Sam, Ash, Bobby, Ellen, OFC's, OMC's
Warnings: AU, MPREG
Summary: Sam, Dean, and Tristan's nightmare is over and now they can be an actual family. Sam's pregnant again and Dean get's to be there and is gonna be a total mother hen. Plus there's a wedding to plan. Sequel to Fairytales are for Princes
A/N: It's normal for men to get pregnant and have kids. There's no deal, but John is still dead.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, sadly :-( Kripke does.
Chapter Eight: Tristan Sees the New House
Tristan still didn’t really want to go to the other house with his father. Sam had to convince him to go with Dean. The little boy pouted as Dean buckled him into his carseat.
Dean rubbed his son’s arms, “Cheer up Champ, just wait til’ ya’ see it.”
“O-kay.” He looked down.
He sighed, “We’ll be there soon.”
Bobby stayed with Sam, who was feeling better.
“Bobby help me to the recliner, please.” Sam started to sit up.
Bobby frowned, “Are ya’ sure that you should be outta bed? I thought ya’ were on bedrest?”
“I can’t stand to be stuck in bed another day. It’s not like I’m gonna be straining myself. I’m just gonna be on the recliner.”
“I’m blamin’ it all on you when Dean gets back.” He shook his head.
“Okay Bobby.” He chuckled.
Bobby slowly helped Sam to the living room. Sam relaxed on the recliner and rubbed his belly. Bobby got some pillows for his side.
“Thanks.”
“No problem Sam, now call out if ya’ need anythin’. I’m gonna go make us some lunch.” He walked off to the kitchen.
Sam turned on the TV and flicked through channels. He settled on an old movie. Not even ten minutes had passed when the doorbell rang.
Bobby opened the door and let Ash, Stacey, Mike, and Alex in. Stacey gave him a big hug.
“Hey Bobby I heard ya’ arrived the other night.”
Bobby smiled, “Yea’ I just had to see for myself that Sam and my granddaughter were okay.”
Mike looked over at Sam, “Hey what are ya’ doin’ out of bed?”
Everyone turned to look at Sam. Bobby looked at them and sighed.
“I wanted the idgit to stay in bed, but he insisted on sittin’ on the recliner.”
Stacey frowned, “Sam, Ashley said that you were to be in bed for at least three or four days.”
Sam blushed, “I know, but I don’t wanna be in bed. I feel better on here than the bed.”
“Fine, but once Dean sees ya’ he’s goin’ to make ya’ got back to bed.” She smirked. “I know the only reason why you’re out here is ‘cause Dean’s not here.”
Everyone but Bobby sat down. He went back to the kitchen to prepare lunch for the extra guests.
“Okay so how are ya’ overall?” Alex asked.
“I’m good, I only have some aches.” He smiled. “Dean helps me with them.”
“Where are Dean and my nephew?” Ash looked around for the little boy.
“Dean took him to see the house we just bought. Poor Peanut doesn’t want to move.”
“Ya’ finally found a house?!” Mike and Stacey asked.
He laughed at them, “Yeah, a couple of days ago and we signed the papers yesterday. Wait til’ ya’ guys see it.”
“Well obviously we’re gonna help with the move.” Stacey smiled.
Ash wrapped an arm around his wife’s shoulders, “Baby ya’ won’t be able to do much. Ya’ can’t overwork yourself. You and Sam will keep each other company.”
She glared at him, “I can still help.”
“If I can’t do anythin’ then you can’t either.” Sam added his two cents.
She pouted, “Fine. But just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I’m incapable of doin’ things.”
Ash kissed her cheek, “We know that Sweetheart.”
Bobby interrupted the conversation as he brought out lunch for everybody.
-SDSDSDSDSDSD-
In the car Dean looked at Tristan from the rearview mirror, “You ready to go in Champ?”
“No.” He crossed his arms and pouted.
Dean got out of the car and opened the door to the backseat. He unbuckled Tristan from his seat and set him on the ground.
Dean held out his hand to Tristan, “C’mon little guy let’s go inside.”
Still reluctant Tristan grabbed his father’s hand, “Okay.” He held his teddy bear tight in his other arm.
Dean unlocked the door and led Tristan inside.
“Look around baby boy. This is the living room.” He opened the sliding door. “Look Peanut, look how big the backyard is. You’re gonna get to play out here. We’ll be able to get ya’ and your sis a playground set.”
Tristan looked around the backyard wide eyed. He whispered, “Wow.”
Dean smiled when he heard him, “You ready to go see the upstairs?”
Tristan nodded, “Uh huh.”
Dean closed the sliding door and both of them headed upstairs. Dean showed Tristan all the rooms. In the last room Dean looked down at his son.
“Your Daddy and I were thinkin’ that this could be your room. What do you think?” He bit his lip as he anxiously waited for Tristan’s reaction.
Tristan took a good look around the room and gave a small smile, “I’s likes it.” He replied quietly.
Dean kneeled in front of his son and hugged him, “See I told ya’ you would like it Peanut.” He kissed his nose. “I know you’re gonna miss our other house and it will take some time to get used to this one.”
Tristan nodded, “And Sister’s room?”
Dean stood up and picked up his son. He showed him the room next to Tristan’s, “This will be your sister’s nursery. See she’s right next to your room and mine and Daddy’s room is right across from yours.”
“Daddy De I’s wanna go home.”
“Okay Baby let’s go home.” He rubbed his son’s back and walked downstairs.
Back in the car Dean asked Tristan if he liked the house.
“It okay.” The little boy looked at his father in the mirror. He liked the house, but he didn’t want to leave his house, especially his room. His Daddy had decorated it with his favorite Disney character, Winnie the Pooh.
-SDSDSDSDSDSD-
Dean and Tristan walked into the house just as everyone was done with lunch. Dean noticed Sam in the living room and frowned.
“Sammy why the…” He looked down at Tristan and changed his next word. “Heck are ya’ doing out of bed?!”
Sam looked guilty, “I…I uh didn’t want to be in bed anymore.”
“Because you didn’t want to be in bed anymore? Are you serious?! You’re supposed to be on bedrest. You’re going back to bed right now.”
“Uh ohs Daddy’s in trouble.” Tristan giggled.
“Yes he is TJ.” Ash held his arms out.
Dean watched his son run into his uncle’s arms. He had just noticed everyone else in the room, “Hey guys.”
All of them said hi back to him and took turns hugging the little boy.
“I told ya’ Dean would get mad.” Bobby looked smug.
“Then why did you let him out of bed?!” Dean placed his hands on his hips.
He glared at Dean, “Boy don’t you take that tone with me. I didn’t want him to get out of bed. You know how he is, he started to get up by himself and I had to help him.”
He sighed, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to yell at you.”
“Dean I didn’t want to be in bed today. I feel better sitting here.” Sam interrupted.
Dean spun to face his little brother, “Sam, I get that you don’t want to be laying down, but for your health you have to stay in bed.” He went to help Sam stand.
Sam looked sheepish, “I know and I’m sorry De. I just needed to move around a bit.” He leaned against his brother as he helped him to their room.
Stacey giggled as they walked away, “I told ya’ Sam!”
“Yeah, yeah. Wait til’ Ash starts treating you like this!” Sam retorted.
Mike and Alex chuckled from their seat on the couch. Tristan just looked at all of the adults confused. He thought they acted strange sometimes.
“Sam has a point there Stace.” Mike agreed.
She glared at him, “Oh hush.”
After Dean got Sam back into bed everyone stayed for a little while longer then left. Bobby and Tristan had joined the brothers in the room.
Sam had an arm around Tristan, “So Peanut did you like the house?”
Tristan hugged his bear, “Yup. I’s liked outside and my room…But Daddy I’s don’t wanna leave my room.” He teared up.
Sam pulled him closer, “It’s okay baby boy. Your Daddy De and I will decorate your new room just like your room here. Don’t worry about that. It’s still gonna be Winnie the Pooh.”
“You…you pwomise?” He looked up at Sam with hope in his eyes.
He smiled, “I promise.”
Tristan looked at Dean, “You pwomise Daddy De?”
“Yeah Baby I promise too. Your room will still be all about Pooh.” Dean rubbed his back.
“Okie.” He nodded.
-SDSDSDSDSDSD-
Days later Sam was feeling way better. The massages Dean had given him had helped a lot. Ashley had assured Dean that Sam was fine to move around, but to take things slow.
“Hey De, Missouri called.” He slowly sat down next to his brother on the couch.
“Yeah? What she say?” Dean looked up from his magazine.
“She said that she doesn’t want us to stay at a hotel like we planned. She said that we’re to stay at her house.”
“I knew that was comin’.” He smiled. “Okay, we still have to book everyone else’s rooms.”
“Yeah.” Sam rubbed his belly. “I should get fitted for my tux soon.”
“We’ll call Jenn next week and set up an appointment.” Dean layed his head on Sam’s shoulder. “We’re getting married Sammy.” He whispered.
Sam smiled. He wrapped an arm around Dean’s shoulder, “I can’t wait.” He kissed the top of his brother’s head.
TBC...