Fifth Night of Jessakkuh
Title: Fifth Night of Jessakkuh
Summary: Dean goes to Stanford to spend Hanukkah with Jess and Sam. They're snowed in. Sam has a cold. Jess has a secret.
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Wordcount: 764
Author's Note: Sammyverse, part of an 8-part series with one bit a night through the end of Hanukkah. Happy 5th night! Just a little one tonight. I got a TOY IMPALA. Fucking YES.
Night #1
Night #2
Night #3
Night #4
School's still off and the town's still shut the hell down, but Jess thinks she can get back to her apartment, where she thinks maybe, maybe she has a pregnancy test stashed somewhere under the sink.
“Worth a shot,” she says. “I definitely have a spare inhaler I can bring over. And Tylenol.”
Dean's on the couch next to his sleeping kid, who has his head buried in his shoulder. He pets Sam's hair and sips his 10 AM beer and watches Jess rush around.
“You sure you're all right to drive?” Dean says.
“Yeah. I might stick around and nap for a little. God knows I love your brother, but-”
“No, I know. I took naps whenever I fucking could when we I lived with this loud goddamn thing. Two hours of sleep a night will do that to you.”
“Keep his phone on. I'm going to call if I find a test.”
“Of course.”
She leans over and kisses his forehead. “Fever's up.”
“Yeah, I know. I'm watching him.”
She brushes her thumb over his temple. “Okay. Look after him.”
When she's gone, Sam slips his head down so it's in Dean's lap and drifts back off, and Dean feels things.
**
“You should stay,” Sam says. He has his head on Dean's lap still, and his legs stretched up in the air and Jesus fuck, this kid's legs are like trees. “If Jess has a baby.”
“Aw, Sammy, don't.”
“It's a good idea, actually. Little baby. You fucking love babies. Remember when I was a baby? You were fucking crazy about me.”
Dean laughs and grabs one of Sam's feet, tackles it back to the couch. “That was before I knew what a brat you'd turn into.”
“So you can leave once the baby turns into a brat.” He coughs for a while, and Dean tips him up and rubs his back.
“Got to go fight those big bad monsters,” Dean says. “Keep you guys safe. That was always the plan, remember?” He shakes Sam's foot. “Remember?”
“Yeah.”
“I'll be creeping around in the shadows with my shotgun. Your kid will be like, “Who the fuck's that creepy woodsman? And you'll be like, he's your blood, child. He's your bloooood.”
“I think you have a fever.”
“I get weird when you get weird.”
“Am I weird?”
Dean lays his head across Sam's forehead. “A hundred and two degrees of weird.”
“We always said two girls and a boy,” Sam says. “We had to have two girls since we have two dead moms.”
Suddenly even Sam's forehead can't keep them warm. “Jess's mom is dead?”
“Yeah, when she was sixteen. That's why she's doing the Chemistry thing. It's what her mom wanted.” Sam tilts his head back and looks at Dean. “You didn't know?”
“No. Fuck.”
“Hey. She's okay.” Sam rubs his cheek against Dean's leg. “Just like us, right?”
The thing is that right now with Sam's hot little head on his leg and an entire goddamn week off and a baby that might be named after his mom (but should be named after Jess's), Dean is so goddamn fucking okay, and he does Sam's hand-twisting thing and Sam laughs and says, “Owwww.”
“See? And you do that to me all the time.”
“Doing things to you is my job,” Sam says, and he sits up and hugs Dean tight.
**
Jess doesn't have a pregnancy test at her house, but she does have a crapload of food, and she brings it over and starts cooking and doesn't fucking stop. “The fifth night of Hanukkah is special,” she says, “because it never falls on Shabbat. Which means the Hanukkah candles are always the only ones, so it's called the darkest night. And you have to do little things to make it better. To make it not so dark.”
Sam's being all handsy, running his hands up and down her sides while she cooks, cuddling her up when she goes to the fridge. “Making it less dark,” Sam says, and he tilts her chin up and kisses her.
**
Sammy lights the candles tonight, and his fever stays low, and it seems like everything's going to be okay.
And then at three A.M. there are two sets of hands shaking Dean awake, and one breathless choked voice saying, “Dean, Dean, help.”
Summary: Dean goes to Stanford to spend Hanukkah with Jess and Sam. They're snowed in. Sam has a cold. Jess has a secret.
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Wordcount: 764
Author's Note: Sammyverse, part of an 8-part series with one bit a night through the end of Hanukkah. Happy 5th night! Just a little one tonight. I got a TOY IMPALA. Fucking YES.
Night #1
Night #2
Night #3
Night #4
School's still off and the town's still shut the hell down, but Jess thinks she can get back to her apartment, where she thinks maybe, maybe she has a pregnancy test stashed somewhere under the sink.
“Worth a shot,” she says. “I definitely have a spare inhaler I can bring over. And Tylenol.”
Dean's on the couch next to his sleeping kid, who has his head buried in his shoulder. He pets Sam's hair and sips his 10 AM beer and watches Jess rush around.
“You sure you're all right to drive?” Dean says.
“Yeah. I might stick around and nap for a little. God knows I love your brother, but-”
“No, I know. I took naps whenever I fucking could when we I lived with this loud goddamn thing. Two hours of sleep a night will do that to you.”
“Keep his phone on. I'm going to call if I find a test.”
“Of course.”
She leans over and kisses his forehead. “Fever's up.”
“Yeah, I know. I'm watching him.”
She brushes her thumb over his temple. “Okay. Look after him.”
When she's gone, Sam slips his head down so it's in Dean's lap and drifts back off, and Dean feels things.
**
“You should stay,” Sam says. He has his head on Dean's lap still, and his legs stretched up in the air and Jesus fuck, this kid's legs are like trees. “If Jess has a baby.”
“Aw, Sammy, don't.”
“It's a good idea, actually. Little baby. You fucking love babies. Remember when I was a baby? You were fucking crazy about me.”
Dean laughs and grabs one of Sam's feet, tackles it back to the couch. “That was before I knew what a brat you'd turn into.”
“So you can leave once the baby turns into a brat.” He coughs for a while, and Dean tips him up and rubs his back.
“Got to go fight those big bad monsters,” Dean says. “Keep you guys safe. That was always the plan, remember?” He shakes Sam's foot. “Remember?”
“Yeah.”
“I'll be creeping around in the shadows with my shotgun. Your kid will be like, “Who the fuck's that creepy woodsman? And you'll be like, he's your blood, child. He's your bloooood.”
“I think you have a fever.”
“I get weird when you get weird.”
“Am I weird?”
Dean lays his head across Sam's forehead. “A hundred and two degrees of weird.”
“We always said two girls and a boy,” Sam says. “We had to have two girls since we have two dead moms.”
Suddenly even Sam's forehead can't keep them warm. “Jess's mom is dead?”
“Yeah, when she was sixteen. That's why she's doing the Chemistry thing. It's what her mom wanted.” Sam tilts his head back and looks at Dean. “You didn't know?”
“No. Fuck.”
“Hey. She's okay.” Sam rubs his cheek against Dean's leg. “Just like us, right?”
The thing is that right now with Sam's hot little head on his leg and an entire goddamn week off and a baby that might be named after his mom (but should be named after Jess's), Dean is so goddamn fucking okay, and he does Sam's hand-twisting thing and Sam laughs and says, “Owwww.”
“See? And you do that to me all the time.”
“Doing things to you is my job,” Sam says, and he sits up and hugs Dean tight.
**
Jess doesn't have a pregnancy test at her house, but she does have a crapload of food, and she brings it over and starts cooking and doesn't fucking stop. “The fifth night of Hanukkah is special,” she says, “because it never falls on Shabbat. Which means the Hanukkah candles are always the only ones, so it's called the darkest night. And you have to do little things to make it better. To make it not so dark.”
Sam's being all handsy, running his hands up and down her sides while she cooks, cuddling her up when she goes to the fridge. “Making it less dark,” Sam says, and he tilts her chin up and kisses her.
**
Sammy lights the candles tonight, and his fever stays low, and it seems like everything's going to be okay.
And then at three A.M. there are two sets of hands shaking Dean awake, and one breathless choked voice saying, “Dean, Dean, help.”