[FIC] Half-Truths (SPN)
Title: Half-Truths
Authors: yahnkehy and shall0wbay
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies!
Warnings: Pre-series, AU, genderbending, incest, smut, demons, pregnancy and a partridge in a pear tree.
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex
Pairing/Characters: girl!Sam/Dean, OMC, John, Bobby, YED, Jessica Moore
Summary: Dean has never wanted kids. Ever. Fears them to the point that he runs from pregnant women. So when Sam comes home and announces that she's soon to be a mother, Dean's life gets flipped upside down. The world marches on, and secrets fester, boil over, and two crazy kids are caught in the storm.
Music: Why don't you and I By Santana and Chad Kroeger
Note: This is the first half of the chapter, there is a link at the bottom which will lead you to the second half of the chapter. Damn LJ and it's post length limitations! *shakes a fist*
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Chapter 3
Dean brushed his teeth and got ready for the day. Oddly enough, he felt good because he had really missed his sister and not just for the sex. He was still put off about the whole other guy thing but it didn't matter so much as long as he had her. Christ, when did Dean Winchester turn into this?
When he was seventeen there had been a girl he had seen for a while and when he told her he'd be leaving she tried to play off the whole skipped period thing. He hadn't flown off the handle but he didn't take it well. Told her to get rid of it but he had been a kid and things were different. He wasn't sure if Sam ever knew about Tessa or not but he hoped to God she didn't. That was different though; Tessa was just a quick lay and hadn't meant anything and his life was setup for that type of shit.
Now though, Sam was having a kid and he didn't like the idea but he wasn't about to try and tell her what to do and he would do whatever she needed or wanted from him. It was a weird deal. He was in love with his sister and she was having a kid; this was certainly not a normal family. Sighing, he pushed it out of his head and headed towards the bedroom.
“She’s a tough nut to crack, boy,” Bobby muttered as he passed Dean in the hallway, headed downstairs.
Dean laughed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, tell me about it," he answered as he moved into the bedroom and looked around for some clean clothes.
Sam looked up at the doorway when Dean came in and smiled sheepishly. “We get to look at the house after the doctor’s appointment. Bobby said if we don’t like it we can look somewhere else.”
"Alright, cool," Dean said with a nod. "Christ, we really are going to play house, huh?" he joked, grabbing a clean pair of boxers out of his bag and his jeans, changing quickly. He needed coffee before this day actually started.
“More like you get to play babysitter while I get fat. Oh, and apparently Bobby found me a job as a waitress at the diner.” Sam shook her head and snorted. “After hating waitresses for years, now I’m going to be one.”
"I promise I'll only baby you when you want to be babied," Dean answered as he pulled his jeans on and found a shirt. "You as a waitress?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. "That was something I never pictured."
Sam rolled her eyes and bunched her clothes against her chest. “I’m going to be serving dirty truckers, sleazebags, and asshole kids in short skirts, low cut tops, and cute little aprons. But I figure you’ll be in kind of often to check on me; good thing you have a waitress fetish, huh?” She smirked at him and then sauntered out of the room to get a shower. They were running on a time schedule, after all.
Dean stopped short and looked back at her as she walked out of the door. He narrowed his eyes and finished getting dressed before heading out. As he headed into the kitchen, he grabbed a cup and poured himself some coffee. "Hey, Bobby; the diner Sam is going to be working at… is there, like, a really big, mean looking cook that I can pay off to watch her back?" he asked, only half kidding as he leaned against the counter.
Bobby snorted and pushed his empty plate away. “No, but I’ll give you a couple of reasons to calm down,” he said as he got up to clear away his plate. “Sam can take down any man that tries to put his hands on her. Not to mention the fact that Evie, the owner, has a shotgun on display right behind the register.”
"Okay, fine," Dean answered, licking his lips and drinking down a good amount of his coffee.
"I would say she should take a gun too, but when she starts flying off the handle she is bound to get arrested," John added as he got up and washed his plate in the sink and dumping out the rest of his coffee.
Bobby’s eyes narrowed on Dean for a long moment, speculative and probing, and then he snorted again, rolling his eyes. “Christ, kid; you’re that damn worried about her, then get a job there. Shit, it’s not like it’s against the law to want to work at the same place as your sister. I just figured you’d want to work here instead.”
Dean rolled his eyes and took down more of his coffee. "Look I know she can take care of herself but she's going to be… bigger in a few months, so give me a break if I've never dealt with a freaking pregnant woman before." He shrugged. "And, wait, I'm working here?" he said, confused for a second. He had been left out of that part of the plan, though he loved the idea of working on cars all day so it wasn't really something he needed to confirm.
“Your daddy’s going hunting, you’re needed here to take care of Sam, you’re gonna need a job; figured that I could take care of the job since keeping an eye on Sam is a job of its own,” Bobby replied, fond and exasperated at the same time.
“I heard that,” Sam called as she bounced into the kitchen.
“Good God, girl. Where the hell are your clothes?” Bobby demanded, gaping at her.
Sam looked down at the white short-shorts and green halter top that hugged her chest and ribs, and then back up at Bobby. “What are you talking about? I’m dressed!”
Dean eyes went wide a second but he turned so not to make it look like he was checking her out as he finished his coffee and slipped to the sink to clean it out and put it in the drainer.
John turned and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, barely," he agreed with Bobby. "Go put something else on. Some that at least covers… I don't know, seventy-five percent of your body," he demanded. "That or a freaking overcoat; your choice."
“Are you kidding me? It’s a thousand degrees outside, and the Impala has no air conditioning. I’m not going to baste in my own juices just because you don’t like my clothes. Jesus, when I bought this, Jess told me it was too conservative. Now you’re telling me that I’m naked.” Sam crossed her arms over her chest and stubbornly refused to go change. “It’s August, dad. And I’m pregnant; I’m going to pass out if I wear a ton of clothes!”
Bobby snapped his mouth shut and tugged his hat down over his eyes, blocking out the sight of her skin on display. Christ, he’d known her since she was in diapers! It was just wrong to see all that skin!
John crossed his arms over his chest. "Then go and put jeans on!" John snapped back. "And you're right; you’re pregnant so you don't need to be walking around half naked." He shook his head. He really was not letting her out of the house like that, he didn't care if she missed the appointment or not today, there would be other appointments. This was his little girl they were talking about here and she hadn't dressed like a slut the last time he had seen her. He didn't care what her halfwit friends had said.
“I’m eighteen! I’ll wear whatever I want to!” Sam argued, stalking out and slamming the screen door behind her. A loud thump and a crack echoed into the house when she plowed her fist into the plastic siding with all of her strength. “Sonofabitch!” she yelled and stalked off down the steps and across the yard.
“Well, that went just peachy,” Bobby bitched, heading outside to see what she’d broken. There was a nice sized hole in the siding just beside the door and he shook his head. “You couldn’t just ask her to change instead of yelling at her like a child?” he demanded, poking his head back in the door.
"Is it so fucking hard for her to just do what the hell she's told?" John snapped back at his friend, the glare he had for Sam still on his face. Why the hell did that girl have to go against everything that everyone told her to do? He was fairly sure it was just to annoy him and he doubted that if anyone else in the kitchen had told her to change she would have thrown a fit. "Dean, get your ass out there and make sure she changes before you leave," he snapped at his son before stalking off. He would have gone after Sam if he wasn't worried about knocking her into next week.
Dean groaned and slammed the cup down, half out the door before his father's order had left his lips. "Only the fucking start of it," he mumbled to Bobby as he passed him, heading off after his sister and grinding his teeth. "Sammie, wait up," he called after her, jogging to catch up.
Sam didn’t stop until she was in the passenger’s seat of the Impala. She locked her door and folded her arms over her chest as she tracked Dean across the yard with her eyes. “I’m not changing my clothes, Dean. There’s nothing wrong with them. It’s hot out and I’m sweating just sitting still; there’s no way I wouldn’t pass out if I put on jeans.”
Dean rolled his eyes, wasn't like Sam gave a shit how anyone else felt it seemed. "Listen, I get all that, Sam, and he wasn't right but you aren’t either. I mean, it would be nice if you both didn't have to have it all your way or the highway." He agreed with his father, honestly; she didn’t need to wear shit that short and he had no problem telling her that he; didn't care if she didn't like it. "I mean, you can't wear shorts a little longer and meet in the middle?" he asked, shaking his head. His sister and his father were two peas in a fucking pod and he hated it sometimes.
“But, why? It’s sweltering out here, and the only longer pair of shorts I have are the ones I wore yesterday, and I only wore them so I wouldn’t stick to the seats.” Sam sighed and swiped the sweat off of her upper lip.
"Okay, let me put it this way," Dean said as he poked his head inside the window. "You know Bobby's niece, the one that sort of swallows me whole with her eyes and can't keep her hands to herself?" he asked. "Next time she's around, let’s say that I walk around with no shirt on because it’s hot out," he explained with a shrug. "Yeah, it makes sense but would you be okay with that?"
Sam’s face hardened and her jaw clenched. “Hell fucking no,” she growled. “And she better keep her goddamn hands off of you if she doesn’t want to draw back bloody stumps.” Still, the logic made sense, even if Sam didn’t want to see it that way. She grumbled and unlocked the door. “Fine, I’ll put on a skirt, but only because you asked me to. Dad can fuck himself.”
"Thank you." Dean smirked. Sam and he had a lot in common and being jealous was certainly one of them. "Listen, I'll go in and get it for you and you can change here. Last thing we need it for him to think you're listening to him all of a sudden, might give him a heart attack." He smirked. "Is there one I'm looking for or just whatever I find first?" he asked, pushing himself up to stand.
“There’s a white one that actually goes with this shirt in the bottom of my duffel. It reaches my knees, so hopefully that’s long enough to make you happy that I’m not bearing myself to the world.” Sam slid over to the driver’s side and reached up, running a hand down Dean’s chest. “Kat hasn’t ever touched you, though, right? I mean, no more than grabbing onto your arm?”
Dean nodded his head and leaned down, a smirk on his lips. "Well, about two months ago she did shove her tongue in my mouth, but she didn't get the reaction she wanted," he answered, though he was pretty sure Kathryn Singer was the type of girl who would only try harder after a rejection rather than backing off. "I'll be right back, okay?" he said, grabbing her hand and kissing her palm before heading towards the house.
Bobby and John weren't in the kitchen anymore so he ran upstairs, found the skirt, and headed back down and out the door again. He honestly didn't feel like hearing his father's comments at the moment.
Sam stood by the car, the door blocking view of her from the middle of her stomach and down. She rested her palms on the door, and watched Dean walk across the yard to her. “Thanks,” she said and stripped her shorts off, revealing that she wore nothing underneath. “I should’ve had you get me some panties, but you probably would’ve felt weird handling them.”
Dean laughed. "Yeah, because I've never handled your underwear before," he answered sarcastically. "In fact, I'm pretty sure I remember ripping a few of them." He shrugged, getting into the car and looking down at her thighs. "Okay, we ready then?" he asked, still looking until the skirt was in place.
Sam fastened the buttons at her hip and smoothed the back of the skirt down as she got in the car and swung her legs in, slammed the door closed. The shorts ended up in the backseat, and Sam crossed her legs, one hand holding the skirt down. “Yeah, let’s go. I can’t wait for this appointment to be over with.”
Pulling out Dean got on the road and headed into town. He agreed with Sam he didn't at all like the idea of sitting around the doctor's office, even in the waiting room. He knew it wouldn't take them long to get there at all, it wasn't that far away from what Bobby had said. "I'll speed just to make sure we get there as soon as we can to get it over with, okay?" he joked. Not that he didn't always speed anyway.
When they got to the doctor’s office, Sam went in with Dean on her heels and gave her name to the receptionist and then went and took a seat beside her brother. She had to cross her legs to keep from bouncing them in nervousness. A life on the road and dodging the law and staying as far from hospitals and doctors as possible unless they had no other choice had her irritated and jumpy.
Dean looked around and made a face. He really hated doctors, he hated them like he hated flying and that was mainly because he wasn't used to them. He could count on one hand how many times he had ever been to a doctor's office. Only time they needed up in a hospital was when it was something they couldn't take care of themselves. No matter; they were young they were good hunters so even that didn't happen that much.
The receptionist noticed Sam’s agitated state and smiled wide and comforting. “Doctor Carver is a very nice woman, dear. You’ll be okay, and I’m sure your husband can go in with you if you’re too nervous.”
He looked over at Sam and rubbed her hand a second trying to calm her down because she was the one that actually had to see this woman. Dean opened his mouth to say something but snapped it shut at looked over at the woman behind the counter, not sure what to say. "I… um, thanks," he settled on, his ears slightly red.
Sam wasn’t so suave; she laughed nervously and leaned against Dean for comfort, smiling tightly at the receptionist. “J-just dating, for now,” she said, cheeks brilliant red. But, the receptionist’s comment made her think, which got her mind off of being in a doctor’s office.
There were two other women waiting to see the doctor, husbands or boyfriends at their sides, and chatting happily about the large bulges of their stomachs. Sam leaned over, lips close to Dean’s ear. “I’ve got an idea that’ll keep both of us from getting hit on,” she whispered. “And, it would make sense for you to go caveman on anyone who didn’t want to let that be a deterrent.”
Dean didn't mind someone thinking he was with Sam. It just sort of threw him off guard but he did notice that Sam seemed to relax a little. He leaned against her and put his arm around her as they sat and waited. "What, we play married couple?" he asked before pressing his lips together. "Does that mean I get to drag you around by your hair when you annoy me?" he joked, still holding her close to him as he leaned back.
Sam snorted and shook her head. “Play as a married couple, yeah, and let dad and Bobby know so that if they hear about us holding hands or something in public they won’t freak the fuck out. We can get some wedding rings and no one would know since we haven’t exactly spent a lot of time in town here before. Dad’ll go for it because that means I won’t be able to date and Bobby will because it’ll give me an added protection. Besides,” Sam kissed Dean’s ear lightly, “I wouldn’t mind being your wife, if it was possible.”
Dean smiled and bumped against her. "You know, we could lie to some random priest, risk hell and actually go through with it," he answered, the words leaving his mouth before he could even realize what he was saying. "I mean…" he laughed, embarrassed by what he'd just blurted out like an idiot, "The idea is good I mean, really good," he said and then bit his lip, trying to ignore his own comment and laugh it off. "And you're right they will be all for it, I'm sure."
“Leviticus 20, verse 19 says it’s just dishonor, but not worthy of hell or death,” Sam murmured, tugging on Dean’s ear with her teeth. “We could do it, if you want to. We can just tell dad and Bobby the rings are to keep our cover.”
"Well, listen to you, Bible thumper over here," Dean joked, biting his bottom lip before he pulled back a bit. "You want to?" he asked, a little taken back by it. He wanted to be with Sam but he had pretty much assumed that he was still just a backup. He couldn't help it, he had always been there so of course they got close; that was normal. Maybe not this close, but still.
The bright, happy grin that stretched Sam’s mouth was answer enough, but she nodded and laced her fingers with Dean’s. “Nothing would make me happier,” she murmured, squeezing his hand and blushing warmly.
Dean held her hand in his and couldn't help but smile. "Okay," he said after a second, reaching up to kiss her, brushing a hand over her cheek. Okay, that had been unexpected and he was happy about it, but shocked nonetheless.
“Miss Winchester?” A stodgy old woman in a long white jacket poked her head out of the back, adjusting her glasses on her nose.
“Yes, ma’am,” Sam replied, standing up and tugging Dean up with her. “Can my fiancé come with me?”
“Hmm? Oh, yes, that’s fine.” The woman toddled off and Sam tugged on Dean’s hand, heading for the door.
Dean looked up and saw the woman in the doorway and then got up to follow Sam. Christ, he really was playing the husband part here, huh? He thought he would just stay in the waiting room but whatever. If Sam needed him it didn't matter where she was going, he was going to be there. Besides he had his own questions, mainly how to make sure that Sam was well taken care of and safe; that was always what he was worried about more than anything.
The nurse showed them into a little exam room and told Sam to put on the paper gown before closing the door and leaving them alone. Sam changed into the gown, folded her clothes on the counter, and then hopped up on the exam table.
The room was bright and cheerful, and smelled a bit like fresh paint. There was a boarder along the wall midways down with cartoonized babies and pregnant women in a crayon style that fit fairly well with the tone of the room. There was a chair to the side of the exam table and a little rolling chair by the sink. “Sit down and we can plan when we want to sneak off and get married.” Just the thought of actually being married to Dean set butterflies racing around in her stomach.
Dean sat down and pulled it a little closer to where Sam sat leaning forward. "Well, first we have to find someone who won't ask too many questions, I guess," he said, putting his hand on her knee as he rubbed his face. "I doubt we can ask Jim," he joked, rolling his eyes. He knew there were more than enough churches around the town so it was just a matter of changing Sam's last name for the time being and then faking the fact that they weren't related.
As long as they never slipped up in front of Bobby or dad they would be fine and God knew how much their father would really be around anyway. "We can just call around and see what we come up with and get the first spot they have," he said honestly. He didn't know Sam's thoughts really on weddings and all that. It would be small of course, they didn't know many people in general and they certainly had never told anyone that they fucked around.
“I think we should legally change my name to something else, let it sit for a month or so, go west into Wyoming, maybe find a church in Sundance or Upton, and change it back to Winchester when we get married.” Sam covered Dean’s hand on her knee with her own, fingers gripping lightly.
Dean laughed and looked up at her. "Thought about this before?" he asked with a smirk on his lips. He had thought about marrying Sam before but had never thought it would ever actually happen. "Sounds like a plan, though, and, besides, it will give us time to get settled and all that," he agreed, biting his bottom lip.
Embarrassment colored Sam’s cheeks and she looked away, smiling shyly. “Actually, yeah, I have thought of it before. I almost changed my last name a couple of weeks before I left for college, but I was afraid you’d tell me I was being stupid and it would screw up my scholarship.”
Dean couldn't help it he found it sweet that she had thought about it. He cocked his head the side confused for a second. "Why change it back then?" he asked.
“I’ve wanted to marry you for a couple of years now, Dean. I was going to ask you, but I chickened out.” Sam laughed and shook her head. “I will never laugh at another person suffering from nerves when they want to propose.”
"I thought about asking you," Dean confessed. "Should have asked you before you left, but I didn't want you to think that I was trying to hold you back or something." He was also scared out of his mind because how was he going to…? He just had never thought it would happen, like it was out of his reach.
“I would have begged you to come with me if you had asked me,” Sam replied and bent her head to kiss the end of his nose. “But, if you had dug your heels in, I would have stayed.”
Dean pressed his lips together and green eyes studied his sister's face. "Sorry, then," he said honestly and Dean was never one to say such words unless he meant them, as he did now. He should have made it work two months ago, one way or another.
“We’re getting married, Dean. That’s what I wanted back then, and that’s what we wanted; it took some weird turns for us to get here, but it’s still what we wanted. No harm, no foul,” Sam murmured. “We’ll get into a nice little house, send off to change my name, and then we’ll start looking for a church where we can have a small, private ceremony. Just us if you want and two people to act as witnesses that don’t know my name is Winchester. The church should be able to provide them if we tell them we’re eloping.”
Dean was glad that they had gotten here but he wished that Sam hadn't been with someone else to get her back here. That thought wasn't something he was willing to really think about though because it sucked, but it didn't matter now. It wouldn't ever matter, actually. Though, the thought of marriage meant he was going to also be a…. He looked around the room a second remembering why they were there and gulped quietly. "Yeah, shouldn't be hard," he answered. "After you have the baby you can maybe even go back to school," he said after a second, leaning forward. "I don't think you'd be happy at a diner for the rest of your life."
“Not going back to school, and not going to spend the rest of my life at a diner, Dean. The diner is to get me started building up some money so that when our-when the baby is born we won’t be destitute. I can do other things once the baby’s born and I’m ready to get back out and find a job. Hell, I can roll some pool tables or poker games and grab a good bit of cash at one time, work a couple of part time jobs, and keep at it for a couple of years, and then buy a house.” Sam stopped and frowned at Dean, noticing the uneasy set of his shoulders.
“What’s wrong?” Sudden cold set up in Sam’s chest and she laughed nervously. “We-we don’t have to do any of this, you know. I don’t-I won’t push you into something you’re not ready for.”
"I just don't want you to feel like you missed out on anything because you didn't get a chance to go back to school," he said honestly. "I mean, I can always get a job fixing cars easy, you know?" He knew he had a job with Bobby but he would need to make good money at some point between Sam, a house and a… and a baby.
"Nothing's wrong," Dean said. "I mean, I want this, all of it. I guess it’s just a lot to process. I mean, the way we were raised I just never expected to be able to settle down. It’s nice, though, but kind of scary at the same time because I never expected it."
“You can still go hunting, Dean. I won’t ask you to give that up. The demon is still out there and-”
Sam broke off as the door opened and in stepped an elegant older woman. "Yeah, but maybe I don't want to," Dean answered as he looked at the doctor and shut his mouth.
Her hair was steel gray, cut short and fashionable. She was built slim and willowy, tall yet fragile-looking. Her mobile mouth pulled into a wide smile as she stepped into the room, and amused blue eyes watched the couple pull back from each other. “Mr. and Mrs. Winchester, I presume. Mr. Singer said you’d be in today. I’m Gladys Carver, and it’s nice to meet friends of Bobby’s.”
Dean offered the woman a smile and wasn't really sure what he was suppose to say or do. Just keep his mouth shut, he hoped, and maybe hold her hand or whatever. "It's nice to meet you, too," he said in greeting.
“Nice to meet you, ma’am,” Sam replied politely, though still a bit surprised at Dean’s admission. She’d ask about it later, though. When they had time alone. “So… what are we looking at doing? I mean, Uncle Bobby said something about a full physical. Is that necessary?”
“No, no; we’ll just to a pelvic exam, some blood work, and I’ll give you some literature so that you can get an idea of what’s in store for you. The blood work will let me know if you’ve got any vitamin deficiencies and give us a general estimate as to how far along you are so that we can figure out when you’re due.” Dr. Carver took a seat on the little rolling chair and scooted it over to the foot of the exam table, right by Sam’s knees.
“Morning sickness,” Sam blurted out. “I’ve been getting it all day long, every day, if I smell food or eat anything. I’ve lost six pounds since it started.”
“I’ll make sure you get a prescription for prenatal vitamins, and that should help balance out the sickness. If it doesn’t, we’ll try something else. Now,” Dr. Carver patted Sam’s legs, “would you please lie back and put your feet in the stirrups?”
Flushed and a little embarrassed, Sam laid back and gripped Dean’s hand as she put her feet into the retractable stirrups that the doctor pulled from the exam table. “Don’t you dare laugh at me, Dean,” she warned quietly, and blushed when the doctor laughed.
Dean frowned and gripped Sam's hand a little tighter. He really was in over his head with this so he had no idea what was normal and what wasn't, what to look for and what to back off about. He pushed himself up and moved next to Sam up by her head. "Better?" he asked, seeing as now he couldn't see anything. Not that he hadn't seen it before, but it would be rude to say it with the doctor sitting there under Sam’s paper gown.
He bit his bottom lip and leaned down a bit to get more comfortable as he waited for the doctor to start. He really would be okay with not hunting. He needed to take care of Sam and he couldn't do that on the road. The two months without Sam had been more than enough of being without her and he wasn't playing around with this. He could help his dad when he needed it and all that but otherwise… family was the most important part of his life and Sam was more than his family.
Sam had had few pelvic exams in her life, but this one was far better than any of the ones she’d had before. Doc Carver was quick and efficient, and she had a light touch that assured that the swabs didn’t cause as much pain as they should. Still, it was embarrassing having the exam with Dean sitting right there. She smiled faintly at Dean and pulled his head over to press a quick kiss on top of his hair.
“Everything looks healthy,” Doc Carver said as she pulled back and lowered Sam’s legs from the stirrups before taking off the gloves and throwing them away and then washing her hands. “You can have sex up until the eighth month, though I would suggest being gentle. You’re a bit red and swollen, so I can guess that the sex is a bit rough right now. Just be sure to be gentler the further along she gets, Mr. Winchester, and there should be no problems.”
Sam sat up, face flaming as the doctor took the small tub she’d put the swabs in and set it aside. “Yes, ma’am.”
This was pretty weird for Dean. Yeah, he could deal with vampires and werewolves but this… this was a lot to ask of a man, of any man. Oh God, did she really just say that? He wondered what Bobby had told her about Sam and him because everyone in the office seemed to think they were together. Yeah, they were, but he just seriously hoped that the doctor and Bobby weren't so close that they actually talked to one another or anything.
Sam was okay and that was all that mattered. Dean let a relaxed breath leave his body. Sam wasn't acting like there was anything wrong or she was in pain or whatever. Still though, it was good to hear it from a doctor. She was talking about Sam’s… and he was… well, it was stupid to think that she couldn't tell but still. He felt the back of his neck go red and looked down. "Yes, ma'am," he mumbled.
“Good. Now, Samantha, I need you to hold out your right arm.” Doctor Carver gently swabbed alcohol over the bend of Sam’s outstretched arm, and then neatly inserted a needle with a vacuum tube attached to it. She drew three vials, and then swiftly removed the needle and covered the seeping hole with a bandaid.
“I’ll write you a prescription for the prenatal vitamins and have Maxine get you set up with an initial packet with a list of foods you need to eat and exercises you should do, though you look very athletic. I’ll give you a call later this afternoon with the results of the tests and set up an appointment for your first check-up. For now, you may get dressed. It was lovely to meet you and I’ll see you again soon.” Doc Carver patted Sam’s knee and swept from the room carrying a little tray with the blood vials and pap swabs.
As soon as the door closed, Sam buried her face in her hands and laughed. “Oh God, I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life. She just said it like it was nothing!”
Dean put his hand on Sam's back and rubbed it. "I know," he answered, shaking his head as he moved to the chair and grabbed her clothes and handed them over to her. "I guess we're going to have to get used to that if I keep coming with you." He shrugged as he laughed softly.
"It’s so weird. I mean, none of these people know the truth so they’re fine with us touching and talking about sex with us." Dean shook his head. They had always had to hide all parts of their relationship. They couldn't touch too much around Bobby, Jim or dad. Sometimes he wanted to just be able to reach for her and now, not only could he, but people seemed to expect it.
“And if dad and Bobby go along with our plan to pose as married-even though we will be married-it’ll be okay to at least touch and hold hands or sit in a diner with our arms around each other.” Sam smiled wide and ripped the paper gown off, getting dressed as quickly as possible. She wasn’t wearing much anyway, just the halter top and a skirt. “Come on, let’s go so we can see our house,” she said, smiling brightly.
"Yeah, I'm hoping they won't have a problem with it but I doubt they will." All Dean had to do was point out to his father that it would keep guys from being all over her, even when he wasn't around, and that should be that. Besides, John had never thought anything of the two of them being so close, so chances were he wouldn't start now. "I can't wait to see this place. I mean, an actual house; we haven't lived in one of those since I was four," he joked, opening the door for her.
Sam strolled over to her brother and went up on her toes, pressing a warm kiss to his mouth. “It’ll be our house, Dean. Yours and mine, and we won’t have to move every few weeks.” She pulled back and preceded him out the door, heading to the reception desk to pick up the packets she needed.
Dean took her hand as he followed her out. "Yeah, it took forever but we finally got a home, huh?" he said as they reached the desk and he leaned against the wall a second. "You know, with Bobby being my boss it will be easy as hell to get off to bring you to your appointments," he commented. They really were going to owe Bobby a lot by the end of all this.
“Yeah, that’s true. I’ll have to make sure to make him something at least one night a week to thank him. Does he still like butterscotch cookies?” Sam asked, smiling politely at the receptionist as she took the packet of papers.
"Of course he does," Dean answered. He swore there was a point where Bobby always had those on hand and he laughed at the thought. "I mean, honestly, with as much as a sweet tooth that Bobby's has you could just about give him a bowl filled with sugar and he would be happy with it."
Sam rolled her eyes, but there was a fond grin on her lips as she pushed open the door of the clinic and stepped out into the heat of the day. “I’ll make him cookies and stuff, then. But, right now, you need to call Bobby or dad and get the address of this house we’re supposed to look at. I was too pissed off when we left to remember to ask.”
Dean pulled his phone out and dialed Bobby. The last thing he wanted was to talk to their father at the moment. Knowing John he was still pissy about the damn shorts and Dean didn't have the time for it. He got the address and Bobby explained how to find the place from the clinic. Not hard; it wasn't even more than two miles or so away. "It’s close by," he told Sam as they headed towards the car, closing his phone.
“Awesome,” Sam responded and skipped ahead, climbing into the car eagerly, face shining with anticipation. “Just think, we’ll get to christen every single room in the house.”
Dean got into the car and started it up, pulled out heading south towards the house. "Yeah, and just think; you won't have to try to be quiet," he answered, waggling his eyebrows.
Sam laughed and slid over on the seat, pressing a hard kiss to Dean’s cheek. “And I’ll be able to keep my promise of morning blowjobs,” she whispered, settling against his side. It was kind of nice to have this kind of freedom.
"Well, of course. That's just a given," Dean answered as he turned left off of the main street and headed down. He knew where the house was now that Bobby had explained how to find it. He licked his lips and saw it, pulling into the driveway.
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Part II
Authors: yahnkehy and shall0wbay
Disclaimer: Lies, all lies!
Warnings: Pre-series, AU, genderbending, incest, smut, demons, pregnancy and a partridge in a pear tree.
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex
Pairing/Characters: girl!Sam/Dean, OMC, John, Bobby, YED, Jessica Moore
Summary: Dean has never wanted kids. Ever. Fears them to the point that he runs from pregnant women. So when Sam comes home and announces that she's soon to be a mother, Dean's life gets flipped upside down. The world marches on, and secrets fester, boil over, and two crazy kids are caught in the storm.
Music: Why don't you and I By Santana and Chad Kroeger
Note: This is the first half of the chapter, there is a link at the bottom which will lead you to the second half of the chapter. Damn LJ and it's post length limitations! *shakes a fist*
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Chapter 3
Dean brushed his teeth and got ready for the day. Oddly enough, he felt good because he had really missed his sister and not just for the sex. He was still put off about the whole other guy thing but it didn't matter so much as long as he had her. Christ, when did Dean Winchester turn into this?
When he was seventeen there had been a girl he had seen for a while and when he told her he'd be leaving she tried to play off the whole skipped period thing. He hadn't flown off the handle but he didn't take it well. Told her to get rid of it but he had been a kid and things were different. He wasn't sure if Sam ever knew about Tessa or not but he hoped to God she didn't. That was different though; Tessa was just a quick lay and hadn't meant anything and his life was setup for that type of shit.
Now though, Sam was having a kid and he didn't like the idea but he wasn't about to try and tell her what to do and he would do whatever she needed or wanted from him. It was a weird deal. He was in love with his sister and she was having a kid; this was certainly not a normal family. Sighing, he pushed it out of his head and headed towards the bedroom.
“She’s a tough nut to crack, boy,” Bobby muttered as he passed Dean in the hallway, headed downstairs.
Dean laughed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, tell me about it," he answered as he moved into the bedroom and looked around for some clean clothes.
Sam looked up at the doorway when Dean came in and smiled sheepishly. “We get to look at the house after the doctor’s appointment. Bobby said if we don’t like it we can look somewhere else.”
"Alright, cool," Dean said with a nod. "Christ, we really are going to play house, huh?" he joked, grabbing a clean pair of boxers out of his bag and his jeans, changing quickly. He needed coffee before this day actually started.
“More like you get to play babysitter while I get fat. Oh, and apparently Bobby found me a job as a waitress at the diner.” Sam shook her head and snorted. “After hating waitresses for years, now I’m going to be one.”
"I promise I'll only baby you when you want to be babied," Dean answered as he pulled his jeans on and found a shirt. "You as a waitress?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. "That was something I never pictured."
Sam rolled her eyes and bunched her clothes against her chest. “I’m going to be serving dirty truckers, sleazebags, and asshole kids in short skirts, low cut tops, and cute little aprons. But I figure you’ll be in kind of often to check on me; good thing you have a waitress fetish, huh?” She smirked at him and then sauntered out of the room to get a shower. They were running on a time schedule, after all.
Dean stopped short and looked back at her as she walked out of the door. He narrowed his eyes and finished getting dressed before heading out. As he headed into the kitchen, he grabbed a cup and poured himself some coffee. "Hey, Bobby; the diner Sam is going to be working at… is there, like, a really big, mean looking cook that I can pay off to watch her back?" he asked, only half kidding as he leaned against the counter.
Bobby snorted and pushed his empty plate away. “No, but I’ll give you a couple of reasons to calm down,” he said as he got up to clear away his plate. “Sam can take down any man that tries to put his hands on her. Not to mention the fact that Evie, the owner, has a shotgun on display right behind the register.”
"Okay, fine," Dean answered, licking his lips and drinking down a good amount of his coffee.
"I would say she should take a gun too, but when she starts flying off the handle she is bound to get arrested," John added as he got up and washed his plate in the sink and dumping out the rest of his coffee.
Bobby’s eyes narrowed on Dean for a long moment, speculative and probing, and then he snorted again, rolling his eyes. “Christ, kid; you’re that damn worried about her, then get a job there. Shit, it’s not like it’s against the law to want to work at the same place as your sister. I just figured you’d want to work here instead.”
Dean rolled his eyes and took down more of his coffee. "Look I know she can take care of herself but she's going to be… bigger in a few months, so give me a break if I've never dealt with a freaking pregnant woman before." He shrugged. "And, wait, I'm working here?" he said, confused for a second. He had been left out of that part of the plan, though he loved the idea of working on cars all day so it wasn't really something he needed to confirm.
“Your daddy’s going hunting, you’re needed here to take care of Sam, you’re gonna need a job; figured that I could take care of the job since keeping an eye on Sam is a job of its own,” Bobby replied, fond and exasperated at the same time.
“I heard that,” Sam called as she bounced into the kitchen.
“Good God, girl. Where the hell are your clothes?” Bobby demanded, gaping at her.
Sam looked down at the white short-shorts and green halter top that hugged her chest and ribs, and then back up at Bobby. “What are you talking about? I’m dressed!”
Dean eyes went wide a second but he turned so not to make it look like he was checking her out as he finished his coffee and slipped to the sink to clean it out and put it in the drainer.
John turned and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, barely," he agreed with Bobby. "Go put something else on. Some that at least covers… I don't know, seventy-five percent of your body," he demanded. "That or a freaking overcoat; your choice."
“Are you kidding me? It’s a thousand degrees outside, and the Impala has no air conditioning. I’m not going to baste in my own juices just because you don’t like my clothes. Jesus, when I bought this, Jess told me it was too conservative. Now you’re telling me that I’m naked.” Sam crossed her arms over her chest and stubbornly refused to go change. “It’s August, dad. And I’m pregnant; I’m going to pass out if I wear a ton of clothes!”
Bobby snapped his mouth shut and tugged his hat down over his eyes, blocking out the sight of her skin on display. Christ, he’d known her since she was in diapers! It was just wrong to see all that skin!
John crossed his arms over his chest. "Then go and put jeans on!" John snapped back. "And you're right; you’re pregnant so you don't need to be walking around half naked." He shook his head. He really was not letting her out of the house like that, he didn't care if she missed the appointment or not today, there would be other appointments. This was his little girl they were talking about here and she hadn't dressed like a slut the last time he had seen her. He didn't care what her halfwit friends had said.
“I’m eighteen! I’ll wear whatever I want to!” Sam argued, stalking out and slamming the screen door behind her. A loud thump and a crack echoed into the house when she plowed her fist into the plastic siding with all of her strength. “Sonofabitch!” she yelled and stalked off down the steps and across the yard.
“Well, that went just peachy,” Bobby bitched, heading outside to see what she’d broken. There was a nice sized hole in the siding just beside the door and he shook his head. “You couldn’t just ask her to change instead of yelling at her like a child?” he demanded, poking his head back in the door.
"Is it so fucking hard for her to just do what the hell she's told?" John snapped back at his friend, the glare he had for Sam still on his face. Why the hell did that girl have to go against everything that everyone told her to do? He was fairly sure it was just to annoy him and he doubted that if anyone else in the kitchen had told her to change she would have thrown a fit. "Dean, get your ass out there and make sure she changes before you leave," he snapped at his son before stalking off. He would have gone after Sam if he wasn't worried about knocking her into next week.
Dean groaned and slammed the cup down, half out the door before his father's order had left his lips. "Only the fucking start of it," he mumbled to Bobby as he passed him, heading off after his sister and grinding his teeth. "Sammie, wait up," he called after her, jogging to catch up.
Sam didn’t stop until she was in the passenger’s seat of the Impala. She locked her door and folded her arms over her chest as she tracked Dean across the yard with her eyes. “I’m not changing my clothes, Dean. There’s nothing wrong with them. It’s hot out and I’m sweating just sitting still; there’s no way I wouldn’t pass out if I put on jeans.”
Dean rolled his eyes, wasn't like Sam gave a shit how anyone else felt it seemed. "Listen, I get all that, Sam, and he wasn't right but you aren’t either. I mean, it would be nice if you both didn't have to have it all your way or the highway." He agreed with his father, honestly; she didn’t need to wear shit that short and he had no problem telling her that he; didn't care if she didn't like it. "I mean, you can't wear shorts a little longer and meet in the middle?" he asked, shaking his head. His sister and his father were two peas in a fucking pod and he hated it sometimes.
“But, why? It’s sweltering out here, and the only longer pair of shorts I have are the ones I wore yesterday, and I only wore them so I wouldn’t stick to the seats.” Sam sighed and swiped the sweat off of her upper lip.
"Okay, let me put it this way," Dean said as he poked his head inside the window. "You know Bobby's niece, the one that sort of swallows me whole with her eyes and can't keep her hands to herself?" he asked. "Next time she's around, let’s say that I walk around with no shirt on because it’s hot out," he explained with a shrug. "Yeah, it makes sense but would you be okay with that?"
Sam’s face hardened and her jaw clenched. “Hell fucking no,” she growled. “And she better keep her goddamn hands off of you if she doesn’t want to draw back bloody stumps.” Still, the logic made sense, even if Sam didn’t want to see it that way. She grumbled and unlocked the door. “Fine, I’ll put on a skirt, but only because you asked me to. Dad can fuck himself.”
"Thank you." Dean smirked. Sam and he had a lot in common and being jealous was certainly one of them. "Listen, I'll go in and get it for you and you can change here. Last thing we need it for him to think you're listening to him all of a sudden, might give him a heart attack." He smirked. "Is there one I'm looking for or just whatever I find first?" he asked, pushing himself up to stand.
“There’s a white one that actually goes with this shirt in the bottom of my duffel. It reaches my knees, so hopefully that’s long enough to make you happy that I’m not bearing myself to the world.” Sam slid over to the driver’s side and reached up, running a hand down Dean’s chest. “Kat hasn’t ever touched you, though, right? I mean, no more than grabbing onto your arm?”
Dean nodded his head and leaned down, a smirk on his lips. "Well, about two months ago she did shove her tongue in my mouth, but she didn't get the reaction she wanted," he answered, though he was pretty sure Kathryn Singer was the type of girl who would only try harder after a rejection rather than backing off. "I'll be right back, okay?" he said, grabbing her hand and kissing her palm before heading towards the house.
Bobby and John weren't in the kitchen anymore so he ran upstairs, found the skirt, and headed back down and out the door again. He honestly didn't feel like hearing his father's comments at the moment.
Sam stood by the car, the door blocking view of her from the middle of her stomach and down. She rested her palms on the door, and watched Dean walk across the yard to her. “Thanks,” she said and stripped her shorts off, revealing that she wore nothing underneath. “I should’ve had you get me some panties, but you probably would’ve felt weird handling them.”
Dean laughed. "Yeah, because I've never handled your underwear before," he answered sarcastically. "In fact, I'm pretty sure I remember ripping a few of them." He shrugged, getting into the car and looking down at her thighs. "Okay, we ready then?" he asked, still looking until the skirt was in place.
Sam fastened the buttons at her hip and smoothed the back of the skirt down as she got in the car and swung her legs in, slammed the door closed. The shorts ended up in the backseat, and Sam crossed her legs, one hand holding the skirt down. “Yeah, let’s go. I can’t wait for this appointment to be over with.”
Pulling out Dean got on the road and headed into town. He agreed with Sam he didn't at all like the idea of sitting around the doctor's office, even in the waiting room. He knew it wouldn't take them long to get there at all, it wasn't that far away from what Bobby had said. "I'll speed just to make sure we get there as soon as we can to get it over with, okay?" he joked. Not that he didn't always speed anyway.
When they got to the doctor’s office, Sam went in with Dean on her heels and gave her name to the receptionist and then went and took a seat beside her brother. She had to cross her legs to keep from bouncing them in nervousness. A life on the road and dodging the law and staying as far from hospitals and doctors as possible unless they had no other choice had her irritated and jumpy.
Dean looked around and made a face. He really hated doctors, he hated them like he hated flying and that was mainly because he wasn't used to them. He could count on one hand how many times he had ever been to a doctor's office. Only time they needed up in a hospital was when it was something they couldn't take care of themselves. No matter; they were young they were good hunters so even that didn't happen that much.
The receptionist noticed Sam’s agitated state and smiled wide and comforting. “Doctor Carver is a very nice woman, dear. You’ll be okay, and I’m sure your husband can go in with you if you’re too nervous.”
He looked over at Sam and rubbed her hand a second trying to calm her down because she was the one that actually had to see this woman. Dean opened his mouth to say something but snapped it shut at looked over at the woman behind the counter, not sure what to say. "I… um, thanks," he settled on, his ears slightly red.
Sam wasn’t so suave; she laughed nervously and leaned against Dean for comfort, smiling tightly at the receptionist. “J-just dating, for now,” she said, cheeks brilliant red. But, the receptionist’s comment made her think, which got her mind off of being in a doctor’s office.
There were two other women waiting to see the doctor, husbands or boyfriends at their sides, and chatting happily about the large bulges of their stomachs. Sam leaned over, lips close to Dean’s ear. “I’ve got an idea that’ll keep both of us from getting hit on,” she whispered. “And, it would make sense for you to go caveman on anyone who didn’t want to let that be a deterrent.”
Dean didn't mind someone thinking he was with Sam. It just sort of threw him off guard but he did notice that Sam seemed to relax a little. He leaned against her and put his arm around her as they sat and waited. "What, we play married couple?" he asked before pressing his lips together. "Does that mean I get to drag you around by your hair when you annoy me?" he joked, still holding her close to him as he leaned back.
Sam snorted and shook her head. “Play as a married couple, yeah, and let dad and Bobby know so that if they hear about us holding hands or something in public they won’t freak the fuck out. We can get some wedding rings and no one would know since we haven’t exactly spent a lot of time in town here before. Dad’ll go for it because that means I won’t be able to date and Bobby will because it’ll give me an added protection. Besides,” Sam kissed Dean’s ear lightly, “I wouldn’t mind being your wife, if it was possible.”
Dean smiled and bumped against her. "You know, we could lie to some random priest, risk hell and actually go through with it," he answered, the words leaving his mouth before he could even realize what he was saying. "I mean…" he laughed, embarrassed by what he'd just blurted out like an idiot, "The idea is good I mean, really good," he said and then bit his lip, trying to ignore his own comment and laugh it off. "And you're right they will be all for it, I'm sure."
“Leviticus 20, verse 19 says it’s just dishonor, but not worthy of hell or death,” Sam murmured, tugging on Dean’s ear with her teeth. “We could do it, if you want to. We can just tell dad and Bobby the rings are to keep our cover.”
"Well, listen to you, Bible thumper over here," Dean joked, biting his bottom lip before he pulled back a bit. "You want to?" he asked, a little taken back by it. He wanted to be with Sam but he had pretty much assumed that he was still just a backup. He couldn't help it, he had always been there so of course they got close; that was normal. Maybe not this close, but still.
The bright, happy grin that stretched Sam’s mouth was answer enough, but she nodded and laced her fingers with Dean’s. “Nothing would make me happier,” she murmured, squeezing his hand and blushing warmly.
Dean held her hand in his and couldn't help but smile. "Okay," he said after a second, reaching up to kiss her, brushing a hand over her cheek. Okay, that had been unexpected and he was happy about it, but shocked nonetheless.
“Miss Winchester?” A stodgy old woman in a long white jacket poked her head out of the back, adjusting her glasses on her nose.
“Yes, ma’am,” Sam replied, standing up and tugging Dean up with her. “Can my fiancé come with me?”
“Hmm? Oh, yes, that’s fine.” The woman toddled off and Sam tugged on Dean’s hand, heading for the door.
Dean looked up and saw the woman in the doorway and then got up to follow Sam. Christ, he really was playing the husband part here, huh? He thought he would just stay in the waiting room but whatever. If Sam needed him it didn't matter where she was going, he was going to be there. Besides he had his own questions, mainly how to make sure that Sam was well taken care of and safe; that was always what he was worried about more than anything.
The nurse showed them into a little exam room and told Sam to put on the paper gown before closing the door and leaving them alone. Sam changed into the gown, folded her clothes on the counter, and then hopped up on the exam table.
The room was bright and cheerful, and smelled a bit like fresh paint. There was a boarder along the wall midways down with cartoonized babies and pregnant women in a crayon style that fit fairly well with the tone of the room. There was a chair to the side of the exam table and a little rolling chair by the sink. “Sit down and we can plan when we want to sneak off and get married.” Just the thought of actually being married to Dean set butterflies racing around in her stomach.
Dean sat down and pulled it a little closer to where Sam sat leaning forward. "Well, first we have to find someone who won't ask too many questions, I guess," he said, putting his hand on her knee as he rubbed his face. "I doubt we can ask Jim," he joked, rolling his eyes. He knew there were more than enough churches around the town so it was just a matter of changing Sam's last name for the time being and then faking the fact that they weren't related.
As long as they never slipped up in front of Bobby or dad they would be fine and God knew how much their father would really be around anyway. "We can just call around and see what we come up with and get the first spot they have," he said honestly. He didn't know Sam's thoughts really on weddings and all that. It would be small of course, they didn't know many people in general and they certainly had never told anyone that they fucked around.
“I think we should legally change my name to something else, let it sit for a month or so, go west into Wyoming, maybe find a church in Sundance or Upton, and change it back to Winchester when we get married.” Sam covered Dean’s hand on her knee with her own, fingers gripping lightly.
Dean laughed and looked up at her. "Thought about this before?" he asked with a smirk on his lips. He had thought about marrying Sam before but had never thought it would ever actually happen. "Sounds like a plan, though, and, besides, it will give us time to get settled and all that," he agreed, biting his bottom lip.
Embarrassment colored Sam’s cheeks and she looked away, smiling shyly. “Actually, yeah, I have thought of it before. I almost changed my last name a couple of weeks before I left for college, but I was afraid you’d tell me I was being stupid and it would screw up my scholarship.”
Dean couldn't help it he found it sweet that she had thought about it. He cocked his head the side confused for a second. "Why change it back then?" he asked.
“I’ve wanted to marry you for a couple of years now, Dean. I was going to ask you, but I chickened out.” Sam laughed and shook her head. “I will never laugh at another person suffering from nerves when they want to propose.”
"I thought about asking you," Dean confessed. "Should have asked you before you left, but I didn't want you to think that I was trying to hold you back or something." He was also scared out of his mind because how was he going to…? He just had never thought it would happen, like it was out of his reach.
“I would have begged you to come with me if you had asked me,” Sam replied and bent her head to kiss the end of his nose. “But, if you had dug your heels in, I would have stayed.”
Dean pressed his lips together and green eyes studied his sister's face. "Sorry, then," he said honestly and Dean was never one to say such words unless he meant them, as he did now. He should have made it work two months ago, one way or another.
“We’re getting married, Dean. That’s what I wanted back then, and that’s what we wanted; it took some weird turns for us to get here, but it’s still what we wanted. No harm, no foul,” Sam murmured. “We’ll get into a nice little house, send off to change my name, and then we’ll start looking for a church where we can have a small, private ceremony. Just us if you want and two people to act as witnesses that don’t know my name is Winchester. The church should be able to provide them if we tell them we’re eloping.”
Dean was glad that they had gotten here but he wished that Sam hadn't been with someone else to get her back here. That thought wasn't something he was willing to really think about though because it sucked, but it didn't matter now. It wouldn't ever matter, actually. Though, the thought of marriage meant he was going to also be a…. He looked around the room a second remembering why they were there and gulped quietly. "Yeah, shouldn't be hard," he answered. "After you have the baby you can maybe even go back to school," he said after a second, leaning forward. "I don't think you'd be happy at a diner for the rest of your life."
“Not going back to school, and not going to spend the rest of my life at a diner, Dean. The diner is to get me started building up some money so that when our-when the baby is born we won’t be destitute. I can do other things once the baby’s born and I’m ready to get back out and find a job. Hell, I can roll some pool tables or poker games and grab a good bit of cash at one time, work a couple of part time jobs, and keep at it for a couple of years, and then buy a house.” Sam stopped and frowned at Dean, noticing the uneasy set of his shoulders.
“What’s wrong?” Sudden cold set up in Sam’s chest and she laughed nervously. “We-we don’t have to do any of this, you know. I don’t-I won’t push you into something you’re not ready for.”
"I just don't want you to feel like you missed out on anything because you didn't get a chance to go back to school," he said honestly. "I mean, I can always get a job fixing cars easy, you know?" He knew he had a job with Bobby but he would need to make good money at some point between Sam, a house and a… and a baby.
"Nothing's wrong," Dean said. "I mean, I want this, all of it. I guess it’s just a lot to process. I mean, the way we were raised I just never expected to be able to settle down. It’s nice, though, but kind of scary at the same time because I never expected it."
“You can still go hunting, Dean. I won’t ask you to give that up. The demon is still out there and-”
Sam broke off as the door opened and in stepped an elegant older woman. "Yeah, but maybe I don't want to," Dean answered as he looked at the doctor and shut his mouth.
Her hair was steel gray, cut short and fashionable. She was built slim and willowy, tall yet fragile-looking. Her mobile mouth pulled into a wide smile as she stepped into the room, and amused blue eyes watched the couple pull back from each other. “Mr. and Mrs. Winchester, I presume. Mr. Singer said you’d be in today. I’m Gladys Carver, and it’s nice to meet friends of Bobby’s.”
Dean offered the woman a smile and wasn't really sure what he was suppose to say or do. Just keep his mouth shut, he hoped, and maybe hold her hand or whatever. "It's nice to meet you, too," he said in greeting.
“Nice to meet you, ma’am,” Sam replied politely, though still a bit surprised at Dean’s admission. She’d ask about it later, though. When they had time alone. “So… what are we looking at doing? I mean, Uncle Bobby said something about a full physical. Is that necessary?”
“No, no; we’ll just to a pelvic exam, some blood work, and I’ll give you some literature so that you can get an idea of what’s in store for you. The blood work will let me know if you’ve got any vitamin deficiencies and give us a general estimate as to how far along you are so that we can figure out when you’re due.” Dr. Carver took a seat on the little rolling chair and scooted it over to the foot of the exam table, right by Sam’s knees.
“Morning sickness,” Sam blurted out. “I’ve been getting it all day long, every day, if I smell food or eat anything. I’ve lost six pounds since it started.”
“I’ll make sure you get a prescription for prenatal vitamins, and that should help balance out the sickness. If it doesn’t, we’ll try something else. Now,” Dr. Carver patted Sam’s legs, “would you please lie back and put your feet in the stirrups?”
Flushed and a little embarrassed, Sam laid back and gripped Dean’s hand as she put her feet into the retractable stirrups that the doctor pulled from the exam table. “Don’t you dare laugh at me, Dean,” she warned quietly, and blushed when the doctor laughed.
Dean frowned and gripped Sam's hand a little tighter. He really was in over his head with this so he had no idea what was normal and what wasn't, what to look for and what to back off about. He pushed himself up and moved next to Sam up by her head. "Better?" he asked, seeing as now he couldn't see anything. Not that he hadn't seen it before, but it would be rude to say it with the doctor sitting there under Sam’s paper gown.
He bit his bottom lip and leaned down a bit to get more comfortable as he waited for the doctor to start. He really would be okay with not hunting. He needed to take care of Sam and he couldn't do that on the road. The two months without Sam had been more than enough of being without her and he wasn't playing around with this. He could help his dad when he needed it and all that but otherwise… family was the most important part of his life and Sam was more than his family.
Sam had had few pelvic exams in her life, but this one was far better than any of the ones she’d had before. Doc Carver was quick and efficient, and she had a light touch that assured that the swabs didn’t cause as much pain as they should. Still, it was embarrassing having the exam with Dean sitting right there. She smiled faintly at Dean and pulled his head over to press a quick kiss on top of his hair.
“Everything looks healthy,” Doc Carver said as she pulled back and lowered Sam’s legs from the stirrups before taking off the gloves and throwing them away and then washing her hands. “You can have sex up until the eighth month, though I would suggest being gentle. You’re a bit red and swollen, so I can guess that the sex is a bit rough right now. Just be sure to be gentler the further along she gets, Mr. Winchester, and there should be no problems.”
Sam sat up, face flaming as the doctor took the small tub she’d put the swabs in and set it aside. “Yes, ma’am.”
This was pretty weird for Dean. Yeah, he could deal with vampires and werewolves but this… this was a lot to ask of a man, of any man. Oh God, did she really just say that? He wondered what Bobby had told her about Sam and him because everyone in the office seemed to think they were together. Yeah, they were, but he just seriously hoped that the doctor and Bobby weren't so close that they actually talked to one another or anything.
Sam was okay and that was all that mattered. Dean let a relaxed breath leave his body. Sam wasn't acting like there was anything wrong or she was in pain or whatever. Still though, it was good to hear it from a doctor. She was talking about Sam’s… and he was… well, it was stupid to think that she couldn't tell but still. He felt the back of his neck go red and looked down. "Yes, ma'am," he mumbled.
“Good. Now, Samantha, I need you to hold out your right arm.” Doctor Carver gently swabbed alcohol over the bend of Sam’s outstretched arm, and then neatly inserted a needle with a vacuum tube attached to it. She drew three vials, and then swiftly removed the needle and covered the seeping hole with a bandaid.
“I’ll write you a prescription for the prenatal vitamins and have Maxine get you set up with an initial packet with a list of foods you need to eat and exercises you should do, though you look very athletic. I’ll give you a call later this afternoon with the results of the tests and set up an appointment for your first check-up. For now, you may get dressed. It was lovely to meet you and I’ll see you again soon.” Doc Carver patted Sam’s knee and swept from the room carrying a little tray with the blood vials and pap swabs.
As soon as the door closed, Sam buried her face in her hands and laughed. “Oh God, I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life. She just said it like it was nothing!”
Dean put his hand on Sam's back and rubbed it. "I know," he answered, shaking his head as he moved to the chair and grabbed her clothes and handed them over to her. "I guess we're going to have to get used to that if I keep coming with you." He shrugged as he laughed softly.
"It’s so weird. I mean, none of these people know the truth so they’re fine with us touching and talking about sex with us." Dean shook his head. They had always had to hide all parts of their relationship. They couldn't touch too much around Bobby, Jim or dad. Sometimes he wanted to just be able to reach for her and now, not only could he, but people seemed to expect it.
“And if dad and Bobby go along with our plan to pose as married-even though we will be married-it’ll be okay to at least touch and hold hands or sit in a diner with our arms around each other.” Sam smiled wide and ripped the paper gown off, getting dressed as quickly as possible. She wasn’t wearing much anyway, just the halter top and a skirt. “Come on, let’s go so we can see our house,” she said, smiling brightly.
"Yeah, I'm hoping they won't have a problem with it but I doubt they will." All Dean had to do was point out to his father that it would keep guys from being all over her, even when he wasn't around, and that should be that. Besides, John had never thought anything of the two of them being so close, so chances were he wouldn't start now. "I can't wait to see this place. I mean, an actual house; we haven't lived in one of those since I was four," he joked, opening the door for her.
Sam strolled over to her brother and went up on her toes, pressing a warm kiss to his mouth. “It’ll be our house, Dean. Yours and mine, and we won’t have to move every few weeks.” She pulled back and preceded him out the door, heading to the reception desk to pick up the packets she needed.
Dean took her hand as he followed her out. "Yeah, it took forever but we finally got a home, huh?" he said as they reached the desk and he leaned against the wall a second. "You know, with Bobby being my boss it will be easy as hell to get off to bring you to your appointments," he commented. They really were going to owe Bobby a lot by the end of all this.
“Yeah, that’s true. I’ll have to make sure to make him something at least one night a week to thank him. Does he still like butterscotch cookies?” Sam asked, smiling politely at the receptionist as she took the packet of papers.
"Of course he does," Dean answered. He swore there was a point where Bobby always had those on hand and he laughed at the thought. "I mean, honestly, with as much as a sweet tooth that Bobby's has you could just about give him a bowl filled with sugar and he would be happy with it."
Sam rolled her eyes, but there was a fond grin on her lips as she pushed open the door of the clinic and stepped out into the heat of the day. “I’ll make him cookies and stuff, then. But, right now, you need to call Bobby or dad and get the address of this house we’re supposed to look at. I was too pissed off when we left to remember to ask.”
Dean pulled his phone out and dialed Bobby. The last thing he wanted was to talk to their father at the moment. Knowing John he was still pissy about the damn shorts and Dean didn't have the time for it. He got the address and Bobby explained how to find the place from the clinic. Not hard; it wasn't even more than two miles or so away. "It’s close by," he told Sam as they headed towards the car, closing his phone.
“Awesome,” Sam responded and skipped ahead, climbing into the car eagerly, face shining with anticipation. “Just think, we’ll get to christen every single room in the house.”
Dean got into the car and started it up, pulled out heading south towards the house. "Yeah, and just think; you won't have to try to be quiet," he answered, waggling his eyebrows.
Sam laughed and slid over on the seat, pressing a hard kiss to Dean’s cheek. “And I’ll be able to keep my promise of morning blowjobs,” she whispered, settling against his side. It was kind of nice to have this kind of freedom.
"Well, of course. That's just a given," Dean answered as he turned left off of the main street and headed down. He knew where the house was now that Bobby had explained how to find it. He licked his lips and saw it, pulling into the driveway.
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