[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
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Chapter 5
It had been four months to the day that Sam started her job at the diner, and nothing had gone wrong. The people that came in were locals that learned her name and that she was a polite girl who worked hard and carted around orders very quickly. They also learned that Dean was a very possessive husband who didn’t take too kindly to people staring at his wife.
Sam and Dean had been married in Sundance, Wyoming just two months ago, and Sam was still riding the high of finally having just about everything she’d ever wanted. Dean sometimes went on hunts with John or Bobby, but mostly spent his time working up at the salvage yard or in the diner sweet talking his wife out of a free slice of pie.
Dean spent his day at the junkyard; he'd gotten there early today just because he had a lot of shit he wanted to get done but still ended up staying late. He couldn't help it, he loved his job; if it involved cars he was all for it. His life was generally pretty good. People had been welcoming to them and they hadn't had any problems. The house was good, they were pretty much doing fine and whenever Bobby or John came over to visit they just pretend that Dean had one bedroom and Sam had the other until everyone was more or less asleep.
Their dad stopped by now and again, in between hunts or when he needed to refuel. Life was pretty good as it was but Sam was getting closer to dropping that kid of hers and he was wondering how long they should wait before she stopped working, at least until she had the baby.
However, there was a new face in town. A young man that spent his time sitting in the diner from breakfast through to early dinner-time, just watching the locals and the waitresses, as well as pawing through the newspapers that some other diners left behind. Sam got the feeling that either the guy was a new hunter or desperately searching for a job.
He looked the part of a drifter or hunter; shaggy blonde hair, a killer smile, and secondhand clothing. He twitched when Larry, the cook, dropped anything, or when diners got loud. But, he always had a smile for Sam, always sat in her section, and always left a nice tip. He claimed to go by the name of Derek Thompson, but Sam had run the name and hadn’t come up with anything. So, either the guy was flying under the radar or he hadn’t given his real name.
Sam smiled tightly as she made yet another run by Derek’s table, topping off his coffee and asking if he’d like anything else. He’d been there all through her shift, and she was starting to get really nervous about him. She was showing fairly well, being six months along, and he always tried to catch her elbow, or get her to take a seat when she’d rub at her aching back, but she’d just smile and shake her head and claim to have a ton of work to do.
Today, he was sitting at the bar, where Sam happened to be working, and kept trying to start up conversations with her. “Look, sir, I’m a married woman, got a baby on the way; I’m really not looking for anything else.”
“Oh, no. I’m not hittin’ on you, ma’am.” Derek smiled wide and innocent, but his gaze pointed him out as a liar. He watched the curve of her stomach and took too long a look at the cleavage her shirt showed off.
Getting married had worked out fine and though they fought sometimes, either because Sam talked about Jess or Dean talked about chocolate sauce or some other bullshit. Whatever though. He headed into the diner after stopping home for a shower and headed in, spotting Sam easily and moving towards the bar.
“Dean,” Sam said, smiling wide and eager, relieved that he was there and the creepy guy would leave her alone now that her husband was there. “How was work? Bobby didn’t run you too hard, I hope. Want some pie; the strawberry rhubarb is awesome today.”
“Uh, excuse me,” the new guy, Derek, said, frowning. “I was kind of in the middle of a conversation with the lady, friend. Mind going away?”
Dean opened his mouth to say something and then looked at the moron who seemed to be looking to sing for Saint Peter by sundown. "Well excuse me, but she isn't your lady friend; she's my wife and I will shove my boot so far up your ass that I'll knock your fucking head off if you even get within eyeing distance of her. Are we clear?" he asked, his tone enough to warn the guy not to push his buttons on this issue.
He turned back to Sam and smirked. "And it was fine, and of course; you know the way to my heart," Dean said, sitting down. He wouldn’t be surprised if the guy kept it up but he tried to give him a chance to use his big head instead of his little one.
Sam leaned over the bar and kissed Dean’s mouth very pointedly, before turning back to the display case to get Dean’s slice of pie.
“Sorry about that, man,” Derek said with a sheepish wince. “Just, a woman like that is kinda hard to find. I couldn’t help but look, but I’m backing off!” he added hastily, hands up and placating. “I’m Derek, by the way. Sammie called you Dean, so I’m guessing you’re the famous Dean Winchester.”
Dean kissed back and smiled as Sam pulled away, he knew she was making the same point he was. He cleared his throat and looked over at the guy about to comment again before his hands were up and claiming he was backing off. Dean was ready to just ignore the guy until he brought up the fact that he seemed to know or at least heard of him before. He made a bit of a face before turning back to the guy and nodding. "Yeah," he answered. "Not very famous anymore; you a hunter?"
Derek shifted his eyes to the side, absently watching Sam as she piled ice cream and whipped cream on a giant wedge of pie. “Not so much a hunter, really. Just… I just know what’s out there.” He dragged his eyes away from Sam and flashed his polite smile at Dean. “I’ve heard of you, though. Your daddy and sister, too,” he pointed out carefully.
Dean's eyes narrowed on the other man as he watched Sam. He was going to punch the dude in a face if he even…. He licked his lips and raised an eyebrow. "Okay," he said, not sure why this guy was pointing out that to him, or how or why he would have heard of Dean or his family but he honestly wasn't liking it so much. They didn't need people here who knew them; they kept a pretty low profile and didn't need any bullshit.
Sam put the heaping plate down in front of Dean with a fork and a cup of coffee, blatantly ignoring Derek. The blonde didn’t seem too upset about it, and tossed down forty dollars, twice his bill, and headed to the door. He stopped and turned around. “See you around, Sammie,” he said, eyes flashing black before he headed out of the diner.
Dean didn't like the feeling that the guy was giving him. "Forget the pie, Sammie; we need to go. Get your stuff, now," he said, watching after the man, suddenly tense and sharp, eyes remained glued on the door.
“Evie!” Sam called out, already untying her apron as she hurried to the back to grab her jacket and purse. “I’m out of here! We’re off to Bobby’s. I’ll call later.” And then she was coming around the side of the bar again, tugging her coat on as fast as she could.
Dean was up and waiting for Sam by the side of the bar. He was on the defensive and his eyes were watching, waiting just in case. As Sam came to join him he took her arm and headed towards the door, still careful as he moved to keep Sam behind him. Normally he was protective of Sam but in the state she was in now he was far worse. Moving to the car quickly he had her door open and waited for her to get in.
Sam slid in as quickly as she could and pulled the door closed. She waited while Dean ran around the car and got in, then slid over and pressed against his side. “Did you see…?”
He pulled out without bothering to see who or what was following them. There were demons and other fuckers out there that wanted them dead and he guessed it was only a matter of time but fuck! "Yeah, that was a demon," Dean confirmed, heading to Bobby's.
“Fuck,” Sam growled, spreading a hand over her stomach. “He’s been… he’s been in the diner all week, Dean. Watching and grabbing my arm, trying to make me sit with him. I didn’t say anything because I thought he was just some creepy guy. I would’ve told you if I thought anything different.”
Dean normally tended to speed and this was no different. Making a right, they made their way out of town. "Yeah, well this is one I really wish you would have brought up. What the fuck is a demon coming out of nowhere for, anyway?" he asked. It didn't make any sense. If he wanted something he had to know they would kill him, wasn't like they hadn't killed demons before.
“I did a search on the name he gave and the only thing I found was a daytime soapopera actor on BBC television. And that guy wasn’t British, and didn’t look anything like the guy in the pictures. I figured he was a hunter, really. I mean, come on; you’ve used Sammy Hagar, dude.” Sam scrubbed a hand over her forehead, and rubbed her belly, twitching when he kicked in response to her stress. “I couldn’t walk up and hiss Christo at him in the middle of a crowded diner, or put holy water in his coffee without everyone wondering why the hell the guy started burning from the inside out.”
Dean had to disagree with her. Yeah, he understood what she was saying, but this was her safety they were talking about. "Yeah, but if he's freaking out it’s not like they can connect it to you. But, seriously, whatever; right now we just need to figure out where he is now so we can kill him before he brings any other of his hell worthy friends along with him," he growled, shaking his head. Stopping in the junkyard just behind the house he got out, reaching for Sam, and headed towards the house.
Sam climbed the stairs, gripping Dean’s hand tightly. John was off on a hunt still, but Bobby was home and he called out to them as soon as he heard the door bang shut behind Sam. “Who’s there?” Bobby called, stalking into the room. He slowed when he got a good look at Sam’s pale face and Dean’s furious one. “What the hell happened,” he demanded, grabbing Sam’s arm and guiding her down to a chair.
“Demon. At the diner. He’s been stalking me for about a week. I didn’t know.” Sam made a face and rubbed both hands over her stomach, face screwed up as the baby kept kicking her.
Dean moved into the kitchen and got Sam a glass of water before joining her and Bobby in the living room. Handing her the glass, he shook his head. "He had no problem hiding what he was, either. Flashed black eyes at us as he was walking out the door. Has there been any signs going around that I don't know about or we missed?"
“No omens as far as I could tell, and with you kids living here, and her in a delicate way, I’ve been keeping an eye on things like that. So, it’s a good chance that he was just lucky to stumble on you.” Bobby frowned and took a seat across from Sam on the couch, frowning. “Still doesn’t explain why he was watching Sam for a week, though.”
Sam took slow sips of her water, glad for something to do with her hands. This was a hunt that had landed on their doorstep, and she wasn’t in any shape to try and help. “Dean, call dad. Tell him and see if he can raise one in a trap and find out what the hell is going on.”
Dean shook his head and looked at Booby. "Can he just summon him here and kick his ass back to hell?" he asked, biting his bottom lip and pulling out his cell phone. Whatever the demon was doing here didn't matter, he wanted the thing dead. It had no right near his sister and he'd be damned if it would live to do it again.
Calling his dad he explained what was going on and his dad semi flipped out; gave him the basic orders: salt, devil traps, iron, Holy water, strengthen the wards.
“Is he coming?” Sam asked worriedly. “I know you and Bobby can take this thing out, but we need two people focused on the demon, and one watching our backs. I’m afraid I’m not going to be much help,” Sam said bitterly, looking down at her round stomach. She wasn’t overly large yet, but she was still not in fighting form and a demon would take advantage of her as the weak spot, and she couldn’t put her family in that kind of danger.
Dean nodded. "Yeah. Dad'll be here by tomorrow night," he answered, biting his bottom lip and looking back at Bobby. Demons weren't ever fun to deal with at any point but this was the worst possible time for them to have one randomly showing up and he doubted it was just to piss them off.
“Look, we’ll start looking into things, Sam. I’ll see what kind of omens or signs I missed, and see if I can ‘t get a lead on what this thing is doing here and where the hell it’s camping out.” Bobby flicked a look from Sam to Dean and sighed. “I’d feel better if you kids were here while that thing is out there, but your house is just as warded as this one is. So, you take your pick.”
"I'd rather just stay here, that way Sam's never alone just in case… you know?" Sam could take care of herself, or so she always preached to him, but Dean would just feel better with either him or Bobby with her. "I just have to go home and grab some stuff," he said looking back at Sam.
Bobby let out a sigh of relief. Dean and Sam were independent little jerks, but at least Dean was looking out for Sam rather than taking a chance on the demon getting to her. Sam, however, didn’t look so relieved. “Don’t go bitching now, Sam. He wants you two to stay here because you’ve got the young’un on the way. That’s just being smart.”
Sam sighed but shook her head. “No, it’s not that. I’m just pissed that a demon picked now to drop in on us. Two months ago, I could at least help out with more than research. Now I’m afraid to get into it because my son is kicking the living shit out of me when I get stressed.”
Dean leaned back against the chair in the living room looking at Bobby a second and then back to Sam. "Oh, come on, Sam; we wouldn't have let you help two months ago either, so don't feel bad," he retorted, and it was true; they had been even more protective of Sam the last few months than they had been before she left for school. She was the youngest so God knew that was saying something.
"Try to relax. The way that kid tap dances in you, he's going to break a rib." Dean ran a hand through his hair. They had to get this demon killed as soon as possible, like yesterday, because Sam didn't need the stress. "I'm going to head home and grab some of Sam's stuff while it’s still daylight out. I'll be back in twenty minutes, okay?" he asked, looking at Sam.
It wasn’t a happy look Sam shared with Dean, but she still nodded. “Yeah, okay. Just… just be careful. I will go hunting this demon if anything happens to you. I’m pregnant, not helpless.” She folded her arms over her chest and tightened her jaw, ignoring the violent kicking at her belly.
Bobby looked back and forth between Sam and Dean, frowning to himself thoughtfully. “Yeah, make it quick, boy.” He looked at Sam, long and probing, and then nodded to himself. “Bring whatever food Sam eats. I don’t keep that healthy crap at my house.”
Dean knew that face and he wanted to go over to Sam and kiss her or hug her but they were here with Bobby, so he knew better. He just nodded. "I will, I promise. I have my cell phone if you think of anything." Or she just wanted to make sure he was okay, because he knew how his sister could be. Not that he was any different but no one, Bobby or his father included, could take care of Sam like he could.
He looked to Bobby and nodded. "Just don't let her out of your sight, okay?" Dean asked, turning to leave before Sam could bitch or Bobby could roll his eyes.
Sam watched Dean leave, apprehension marring her brow. She got to her feet and went to the window, watching Dean’s confident, if irritated, stride across the yard to the car. “I should have drawn charms on him or something. The last thing we need is Dean getting possessed.”
“How about we get your mind off of it for the time being,” Bobby suggested, taking a seat on the couch. “Get your ass over here, little girl. You and me need to talk.”
When Sam sat down next to him, she looked wary and uncertain. “Okay, so what is going to take my mind off of the fact that Dean’s out there alone with a demon in town?” she demanded, brows furrowed with worry and fear for her brother.
“How about you tell me who that kid’s daddy is?” Bobby suggested calmly, watching Sam’s face. When she flinched, he frowned and leaned his elbows on his knees. “I already know, don’t I.” It was a statement and Sam paled a bit.
“Bobby, you can’t tell him. Can’t tell dad, either. They’d flip! I haven’t told Dean because you know he’d run!” Sam insisted, getting to her feet and pacing back and forth while wringing her hands.
“Didn’t say I’d be telling either of them, did I? But, I’m right; Dean’s this kid’s daddy, ain’t he?” Bobby looked so sad for a moment, sort of at a loss what to do with the information. He’d had his suspicions for awhile, and this was the first chance he’d had to ask her without Dean or John under foot.
Sam was quiet, tears welling in her eyes as she nodded. “Yeah, yeah he is,” she admitted softly.
“Well,” Bobby said, getting to his feet. “I’m not going to say I agree with you two doing the things that you’re doing, but I will say I understand it. Raised the way you kids were, it’s not really a surprise. I don’t wanna see it, and I don’t wanna know about it, but I won’t say a word to your daddy.” He left Sam sitting in the living room and went to the study to start looking through books.
John sighed, looking over Sam's laptop. He just was not good with computers but he was willing to try for this issue. He had gotten back into town the day after the demon made himself known and that was just over four days ago. So far… nothing, and as grateful as he was, he had to admit it made him uneasy. When demons were silent, it meant that they were planning something, and he had no idea what it was.
On his last hunt John, had learned a hard truth about his daughter and the night his children's mother had died. The demon wanted Sam, it wasn't random and it wasn't by mistake. John knew all this already but what he had recently learned of was all the deaths that had occurred shortly after Mary's death. Her uncle, friends, coworkers, people they lived on the same block with-all dead. It didn't just all happen recently but it was obviously something in the making. He was currently looking through the deaths, trying to make a connection; some seemed to be similar and others not at all.
Dean dropped down next to Sam on the couch and handed her a drink with her pill bottle. He was way too obsessed about making sure she took her meds now, because the baby had been beating the crap out of her the last few days and he was worried. Now and again he saw Bobby eyeing him and he didn't know what that was about, but he didn't care either. "How’re you feeling?" he asked, running a hand through her hair.
“About as well as can be expected when my insides are being used to host the cage match champion of the world’s training,” Sam said wryly, leaning into Dean’s side. The medication settled her stomach, and calmed her nerves somewhat, but not nearly enough to make her son chill out for more than a few hours. She opened the bottle with a sigh, tipped out the prescribed two pills, and downed them with a gulp of water.
“I’m thinkin’ it’d take a horse tranquilizer to get that kid to settle down. Too much like… his momma, in that way,” Bobby said carefully, staring at Dean and wondering how the hell he’d missed exactly how carefully Dean handled Sam for so long. “Doesn’t help that you bounce as much as the kid does, little girl.”
Dean put his arm around her and rubbed her arm, a frown on his lips. That kid, at this rate, was going to either kill her or drive her insane. As it was she didn't sleep much, which of course meant Dean didn't sleep much either so everyone was allowed to be bitchy for now. He sighed and looked over at Bobby with a light laugh. "Might do some good to use tranquilizers on both of them," he agreed.
"Maybe you should call your doctor again, see if she can give you something stronger," John said, looking over at the group. "Can't make it much worse," he offered, almost growling at the computer. "Sam, seriously how the hell did you ever make it through two months classes with this thing?" he asked, getting up and moving into the kitchen for a refill on his beer, mumbling something about good old pen and paper.
“I’m already taking the strongest prescription I’m allowed to have. And… oh, good God,” Sam grumbled and pushed herself up off of the couch to grab the laptop and settle back down beside Dean. “It’s not that hard, daddy,” she muttered, and opened the search history. With a silent nod to herself, she modified the last search to narrow it down some and started combing through links.
Bobby shook his head at her, huffing in exasperated laughter. “She’s as bad as your daddy when it comes to ‘helping’ someone figure something out. It’s either do it my way, or get the hell out of my way so I can do it myself,” he snickered and got up to get another beer.
Dean settled back and made a face as Sam zoned into the computer. "Yeah, tell me about it. So much for resting and relaxing, right?" he said, shaking his head.
“Bobby knows about us,” Sam whispered out of the side of her mouth, not taking the chance that John would come back in and hear her confession. Despite the fact that she and Dean hadn’t been sleeping, there hadn’t been time to warn Dean that Bobby had figured them out. Either John was sitting in the hallway outside the bedroom, or Bobby was pacing the hallway.
He looked back at the computer and went slightly pale when Sam whispered under her breath, his eyes widened and he just looked at her. Why? Dean mouthed unable to ask more as John came in.
"Sam, I really don't need the help," John said, trying not to snap at her because the last thing he wanted was Sam to see what he was working on and try to figure out why. "Do you mind?" he asked, reaching for the computer.
With a sigh, Sam gave the computer back to John. “You really should narrow your searches a little more. Broad terms will make the searches take longer.” She pushed herself up off of the couch with a groan and put a hand to her belly. “I’m going up to bed for awhile. Please let me know the minute you find something, okay? I’ll worry.” She tapped two fingers to Dean’s arm and then left the room.
"Noted, thank you," John said; he was really more content to do it his own way even if it was wrong. He frowned at the journal off to his side and just typed in the first name he had written down and the state, oddly enough it worked and it brought up what he was looking for.
“You go get some shut-eye, too, boy. You’re about as pale as Sammie is. I told you that you should try to get some sleep even if she wasn’t, but you never listen to me.” Bobby eyed Dean intently from the doorway, and then looked back at Sam as she slowly made her way upstairs. The girl looked like death warmed over, and Dean didn’t look too much better.
Dean watched her go and looked to Bobby as he spoke. He was pale because of what he had just been told but didn't want to make it look insane to follow after her like a puppy. He was about to say he didn't need sleep but then again, that was a reason to leave, right? He just nodded and got up. "Yeah, well I try but that kid doesn't just keep her up, believe me," he sighed, leaving the room to throw the water bottle out in the kitchen.
Bobby snorted as Dean left the room, and the moved to sit beside John. “You gonna come off of whatever it is that you’re searching for that you don’t want Sam to see?” he asked, settling back on the kitchen chair they’d dragged in to make enough sitting room for all four of them.
John didn't answer until Dean was going upstairs and even then he waited until he heard the bedroom door close. "Not really," he said honestly. "Remember how I told you what I found out about the night Mary died and that the demon was doing something to Sam?" Though he hadn't yet fully found out what. "Whatever it was, they want to make sure its covered up because every person that was ever in contact with Mary from the time Sam was born and on, and even a little before that, has turned up dead in the past nineteen years. And, I mean, me and those kids are the only ones left alive to breathe a word about her."
A frown creased Bobby’s grizzled face and he slowly leaned forward, brain running at full speed. “Did it ever occur to you that, since a demon was after Sam as a baby that might be what that demon was doing in town? Dean and Sam said they saw black eyes, that it had been hanging around the diner and watching her, trying to talk and get her to sit with it.”
"Yeah, that occurred to me, that's why I'm trying to work out this fucking thing’s pattern but there isn't one that I can see," John growled in frustration. "A twenty year old cardiologist has a heart attack and dies suddenly, a mother of three jumps off her roof while her kids are playing in the backyard," he explained, shaking his head. "I mean, after nineteen years of this and…. I mean, ideas I have, answers are what I'm short on."
“You’ve trapped and questioned demons, I’m guessing. What about that witch woman you know? Missouri? You tapped her to find out if she can read the patterns?” Bobby asked, scrubbing his hands over his tired face. It was late already, edging in on getting early, and the search for the demon that had been stalking Sam had gone nowhere, and now John was looking for an even bigger demon.
"Yeah, that's what this last hunt was about; this one and many others," John answered and shook his head. "She's away with family until tomorrow, or so her voicemail message says, so I'll call her tomorrow." He closed the journal and shook his head. "I'm wondering though… this demon has made a move. I know she's protected now and I'm sure the demon knows that, too, but if he was hanging around for over a week watching her, he could have done something at any time. What if he was just… checking in for someone else?"
Bobby’s brows rose high above his forehead, eyes wide. “You think the demon’s keeping tabs on her? Jesus Christ, John; I don’t know whether to be petrified for her or start looking for that damn gun of yours again.”
"I don't know, Bobby, it was just an idea. I mean, think about it; he hung around her for a week, didn't do anything to her or make himself known. He was asking her questions though, staring at her like he was trying to read on her," he explained.
“Jesus Christ,” Bobby muttered and took off his hat to scratch the top of his head. He breathed deeply for a moment, just letting that run through his mind. “The scary part is, I think you’re right. It makes sense, damn it.”
John rubbed a hand over his face and looked back at his friend. "Yeah. Now I just don't know what to do about it, because the little demon we should be able to find. But, every other one I've ever found that's contacted with Azazel won't give shit up, no matter what I do to them."
Bobby shook his head. “I can try to find some things in the books, but… I don’t know how much or what I’ll find. When these things were written, they just wanted to get the demons out, not have tea with ‘em.”
John just nodded and got up, reaching for a pile of books that he had left off to the side. "Alright," he answered, moving down to sit on the couch and leaning back. He had tried everything he could find or think of to make the damn demons talk in the past but it hardly ever went anywhere.
Sam flopped backward on the bed with a deep sigh. The kid was still kicking around her spleen, if the nagging kicks were anything to go by. The pain did taper off the longer she laid down, so she hoped that just lying there would help the kid calm down and go to sleep.
Dean moved into the bedroom and looked in to see if Sam was asleep yet. He hadn't expected her to be and wasn't surprised that she wasn't. She needed to be able to sleep more but at this point they were both at the end of their rope. He moved in and lay down next to her, putting a hand over her stomach. He wasn't at all affectionate with anything to do with the baby most days and this was more her he was worried about than anything else. "So how did that happen, exactly?" he asked, unable to help himself.
There was no need to ask what he meant. “Bobby asked me pointblank, Dean. He said he didn’t agree with it, but he understood. He just said he didn’t want to see it or know about it.” Sam covered Dean’s hand on her stomach, a heartbreaking smile on her lips. “He doesn’t know we’re married, but he knows we’re together, and he said he wasn’t going to tell dad.”
Dean sighed and licked his lips before nodding. "Maybe we should be more careful around dad, then. I mean, if Bobby picked up on it and he's known us almost as long…" He shook his head. He couldn't even imagine what his father would do if he ever found out; the baby might be the only one of the three in this room that would make it out of that fight alive.
The only way to assure Dean that it wasn’t only how they acted together that had clued Bobby in would be to tell Dean all of it. And that just wasn’t happening. Not yet. After the baby was born, she would tell him. If he took to being a parent all right. Otherwise, she would never tell him. Better to let Dean think the worst of her than to see him run and never come back.
“Bobby’s more observant when it comes to us, because he’s watching to make sure that we’re not hiding an injury or skipping meals. Dad’s so busy trying to hunt one thing or another that I could probably blow you right in front of him and he’d never know. I mean, the day we went to see the house, you remember how I sat on dad’s lap? I wasn’t wearing panties, Dean, and my skirt wasn’t quite long enough to hide that fact while I was facing him and straddling his lap.” Sam sighed and scrubbed a hand over her face. “Hell, he didn’t even register that I twitched and blushed when a fold in his jeans rubbed my clit when I was sliding off of his lap. You expect him to notice when we sit a little closer than normal brothers and sisters would? We’ve been like this our whole lives.”
Dean knew they could trust Bobby but at the same time it made him uneasy that the other man knew. That he had known before even having it confirmed for him. What Sam and Dean did wasn't anyone else's business, just theirs, but that didn't mean their dad or Bobby would stay out of it. He hoped but he didn't really expect it at the same time.
He rubbed his hand over his face and closed his eyes a second, pressing his lips together. Only his sister, Dean swore to God. Well, no because he wasn't much better in most aspects, but still. He rolled over and onto his side, looking her over. "Yeah, well dad wouldn't notice if you got on your knees and blew him sometimes," he mumbled, shaking his head. "Just the last thing we need is more of a problem if dad sees something that we can’t explain without causing a heart attack, you know? And you don't need that."
“First off, ew; don’t ever mention dad and blowjob in the same sentence ever again. Ever. That’s just gross. Dad might be good looking for his age but… he’s dad. Just, no. Second, we’re careful. Once dad and Bobby gank this demon, we can go back home and dad will go back to the hunt.” Sam rolled onto her side to face Dean, staring at him imploringly. “You’re my husband and I love you, so please don’t make this worse by pulling away from me.”
Dean laughed and rolled. "Yeah, because brother and sister incest is so much less frowned upon," he joked. He reached up and cupped her cheek, pressing his lips to hers. "I'm not pulling away," he said honestly, and he wasn't, he was just trying to protect her, nothing new there.
“You’d better not, because I’ve got zero shame and I will beg if I have to.” Sam snuggled in and tucked her head under Dean’s chin. “Not allowed to leave me, Dean, especially if you’re still right where I can see you.”
"Beg, huh?" Dean smirked as he settled back. He put his chin against the top of her head and closed his eyes rubbing her back. "Not going anywhere," he said softly.
Sometime since Dean had lay down with her, the baby had stopped kicking and Sam took full advantage to get as much sleep as she could. “Mmm, love you,” she murmured, drifting in the peace being in his arms gave her.
"Love you, too, Sammie," Dean murmured back as his body relaxed along with hers. He was normally wired when she was anymore, so if she got to sleep then he could and he was fully willing to sleep for as long as they were able to.
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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
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Chapter 5
It had been four months to the day that Sam started her job at the diner, and nothing had gone wrong. The people that came in were locals that learned her name and that she was a polite girl who worked hard and carted around orders very quickly. They also learned that Dean was a very possessive husband who didn’t take too kindly to people staring at his wife.
Sam and Dean had been married in Sundance, Wyoming just two months ago, and Sam was still riding the high of finally having just about everything she’d ever wanted. Dean sometimes went on hunts with John or Bobby, but mostly spent his time working up at the salvage yard or in the diner sweet talking his wife out of a free slice of pie.
Dean spent his day at the junkyard; he'd gotten there early today just because he had a lot of shit he wanted to get done but still ended up staying late. He couldn't help it, he loved his job; if it involved cars he was all for it. His life was generally pretty good. People had been welcoming to them and they hadn't had any problems. The house was good, they were pretty much doing fine and whenever Bobby or John came over to visit they just pretend that Dean had one bedroom and Sam had the other until everyone was more or less asleep.
Their dad stopped by now and again, in between hunts or when he needed to refuel. Life was pretty good as it was but Sam was getting closer to dropping that kid of hers and he was wondering how long they should wait before she stopped working, at least until she had the baby.
However, there was a new face in town. A young man that spent his time sitting in the diner from breakfast through to early dinner-time, just watching the locals and the waitresses, as well as pawing through the newspapers that some other diners left behind. Sam got the feeling that either the guy was a new hunter or desperately searching for a job.
He looked the part of a drifter or hunter; shaggy blonde hair, a killer smile, and secondhand clothing. He twitched when Larry, the cook, dropped anything, or when diners got loud. But, he always had a smile for Sam, always sat in her section, and always left a nice tip. He claimed to go by the name of Derek Thompson, but Sam had run the name and hadn’t come up with anything. So, either the guy was flying under the radar or he hadn’t given his real name.
Sam smiled tightly as she made yet another run by Derek’s table, topping off his coffee and asking if he’d like anything else. He’d been there all through her shift, and she was starting to get really nervous about him. She was showing fairly well, being six months along, and he always tried to catch her elbow, or get her to take a seat when she’d rub at her aching back, but she’d just smile and shake her head and claim to have a ton of work to do.
Today, he was sitting at the bar, where Sam happened to be working, and kept trying to start up conversations with her. “Look, sir, I’m a married woman, got a baby on the way; I’m really not looking for anything else.”
“Oh, no. I’m not hittin’ on you, ma’am.” Derek smiled wide and innocent, but his gaze pointed him out as a liar. He watched the curve of her stomach and took too long a look at the cleavage her shirt showed off.
Getting married had worked out fine and though they fought sometimes, either because Sam talked about Jess or Dean talked about chocolate sauce or some other bullshit. Whatever though. He headed into the diner after stopping home for a shower and headed in, spotting Sam easily and moving towards the bar.
“Dean,” Sam said, smiling wide and eager, relieved that he was there and the creepy guy would leave her alone now that her husband was there. “How was work? Bobby didn’t run you too hard, I hope. Want some pie; the strawberry rhubarb is awesome today.”
“Uh, excuse me,” the new guy, Derek, said, frowning. “I was kind of in the middle of a conversation with the lady, friend. Mind going away?”
Dean opened his mouth to say something and then looked at the moron who seemed to be looking to sing for Saint Peter by sundown. "Well excuse me, but she isn't your lady friend; she's my wife and I will shove my boot so far up your ass that I'll knock your fucking head off if you even get within eyeing distance of her. Are we clear?" he asked, his tone enough to warn the guy not to push his buttons on this issue.
He turned back to Sam and smirked. "And it was fine, and of course; you know the way to my heart," Dean said, sitting down. He wouldn’t be surprised if the guy kept it up but he tried to give him a chance to use his big head instead of his little one.
Sam leaned over the bar and kissed Dean’s mouth very pointedly, before turning back to the display case to get Dean’s slice of pie.
“Sorry about that, man,” Derek said with a sheepish wince. “Just, a woman like that is kinda hard to find. I couldn’t help but look, but I’m backing off!” he added hastily, hands up and placating. “I’m Derek, by the way. Sammie called you Dean, so I’m guessing you’re the famous Dean Winchester.”
Dean kissed back and smiled as Sam pulled away, he knew she was making the same point he was. He cleared his throat and looked over at the guy about to comment again before his hands were up and claiming he was backing off. Dean was ready to just ignore the guy until he brought up the fact that he seemed to know or at least heard of him before. He made a bit of a face before turning back to the guy and nodding. "Yeah," he answered. "Not very famous anymore; you a hunter?"
Derek shifted his eyes to the side, absently watching Sam as she piled ice cream and whipped cream on a giant wedge of pie. “Not so much a hunter, really. Just… I just know what’s out there.” He dragged his eyes away from Sam and flashed his polite smile at Dean. “I’ve heard of you, though. Your daddy and sister, too,” he pointed out carefully.
Dean's eyes narrowed on the other man as he watched Sam. He was going to punch the dude in a face if he even…. He licked his lips and raised an eyebrow. "Okay," he said, not sure why this guy was pointing out that to him, or how or why he would have heard of Dean or his family but he honestly wasn't liking it so much. They didn't need people here who knew them; they kept a pretty low profile and didn't need any bullshit.
Sam put the heaping plate down in front of Dean with a fork and a cup of coffee, blatantly ignoring Derek. The blonde didn’t seem too upset about it, and tossed down forty dollars, twice his bill, and headed to the door. He stopped and turned around. “See you around, Sammie,” he said, eyes flashing black before he headed out of the diner.
Dean didn't like the feeling that the guy was giving him. "Forget the pie, Sammie; we need to go. Get your stuff, now," he said, watching after the man, suddenly tense and sharp, eyes remained glued on the door.
“Evie!” Sam called out, already untying her apron as she hurried to the back to grab her jacket and purse. “I’m out of here! We’re off to Bobby’s. I’ll call later.” And then she was coming around the side of the bar again, tugging her coat on as fast as she could.
Dean was up and waiting for Sam by the side of the bar. He was on the defensive and his eyes were watching, waiting just in case. As Sam came to join him he took her arm and headed towards the door, still careful as he moved to keep Sam behind him. Normally he was protective of Sam but in the state she was in now he was far worse. Moving to the car quickly he had her door open and waited for her to get in.
Sam slid in as quickly as she could and pulled the door closed. She waited while Dean ran around the car and got in, then slid over and pressed against his side. “Did you see…?”
He pulled out without bothering to see who or what was following them. There were demons and other fuckers out there that wanted them dead and he guessed it was only a matter of time but fuck! "Yeah, that was a demon," Dean confirmed, heading to Bobby's.
“Fuck,” Sam growled, spreading a hand over her stomach. “He’s been… he’s been in the diner all week, Dean. Watching and grabbing my arm, trying to make me sit with him. I didn’t say anything because I thought he was just some creepy guy. I would’ve told you if I thought anything different.”
Dean normally tended to speed and this was no different. Making a right, they made their way out of town. "Yeah, well this is one I really wish you would have brought up. What the fuck is a demon coming out of nowhere for, anyway?" he asked. It didn't make any sense. If he wanted something he had to know they would kill him, wasn't like they hadn't killed demons before.
“I did a search on the name he gave and the only thing I found was a daytime soapopera actor on BBC television. And that guy wasn’t British, and didn’t look anything like the guy in the pictures. I figured he was a hunter, really. I mean, come on; you’ve used Sammy Hagar, dude.” Sam scrubbed a hand over her forehead, and rubbed her belly, twitching when he kicked in response to her stress. “I couldn’t walk up and hiss Christo at him in the middle of a crowded diner, or put holy water in his coffee without everyone wondering why the hell the guy started burning from the inside out.”
Dean had to disagree with her. Yeah, he understood what she was saying, but this was her safety they were talking about. "Yeah, but if he's freaking out it’s not like they can connect it to you. But, seriously, whatever; right now we just need to figure out where he is now so we can kill him before he brings any other of his hell worthy friends along with him," he growled, shaking his head. Stopping in the junkyard just behind the house he got out, reaching for Sam, and headed towards the house.
Sam climbed the stairs, gripping Dean’s hand tightly. John was off on a hunt still, but Bobby was home and he called out to them as soon as he heard the door bang shut behind Sam. “Who’s there?” Bobby called, stalking into the room. He slowed when he got a good look at Sam’s pale face and Dean’s furious one. “What the hell happened,” he demanded, grabbing Sam’s arm and guiding her down to a chair.
“Demon. At the diner. He’s been stalking me for about a week. I didn’t know.” Sam made a face and rubbed both hands over her stomach, face screwed up as the baby kept kicking her.
Dean moved into the kitchen and got Sam a glass of water before joining her and Bobby in the living room. Handing her the glass, he shook his head. "He had no problem hiding what he was, either. Flashed black eyes at us as he was walking out the door. Has there been any signs going around that I don't know about or we missed?"
“No omens as far as I could tell, and with you kids living here, and her in a delicate way, I’ve been keeping an eye on things like that. So, it’s a good chance that he was just lucky to stumble on you.” Bobby frowned and took a seat across from Sam on the couch, frowning. “Still doesn’t explain why he was watching Sam for a week, though.”
Sam took slow sips of her water, glad for something to do with her hands. This was a hunt that had landed on their doorstep, and she wasn’t in any shape to try and help. “Dean, call dad. Tell him and see if he can raise one in a trap and find out what the hell is going on.”
Dean shook his head and looked at Booby. "Can he just summon him here and kick his ass back to hell?" he asked, biting his bottom lip and pulling out his cell phone. Whatever the demon was doing here didn't matter, he wanted the thing dead. It had no right near his sister and he'd be damned if it would live to do it again.
Calling his dad he explained what was going on and his dad semi flipped out; gave him the basic orders: salt, devil traps, iron, Holy water, strengthen the wards.
“Is he coming?” Sam asked worriedly. “I know you and Bobby can take this thing out, but we need two people focused on the demon, and one watching our backs. I’m afraid I’m not going to be much help,” Sam said bitterly, looking down at her round stomach. She wasn’t overly large yet, but she was still not in fighting form and a demon would take advantage of her as the weak spot, and she couldn’t put her family in that kind of danger.
Dean nodded. "Yeah. Dad'll be here by tomorrow night," he answered, biting his bottom lip and looking back at Bobby. Demons weren't ever fun to deal with at any point but this was the worst possible time for them to have one randomly showing up and he doubted it was just to piss them off.
“Look, we’ll start looking into things, Sam. I’ll see what kind of omens or signs I missed, and see if I can ‘t get a lead on what this thing is doing here and where the hell it’s camping out.” Bobby flicked a look from Sam to Dean and sighed. “I’d feel better if you kids were here while that thing is out there, but your house is just as warded as this one is. So, you take your pick.”
"I'd rather just stay here, that way Sam's never alone just in case… you know?" Sam could take care of herself, or so she always preached to him, but Dean would just feel better with either him or Bobby with her. "I just have to go home and grab some stuff," he said looking back at Sam.
Bobby let out a sigh of relief. Dean and Sam were independent little jerks, but at least Dean was looking out for Sam rather than taking a chance on the demon getting to her. Sam, however, didn’t look so relieved. “Don’t go bitching now, Sam. He wants you two to stay here because you’ve got the young’un on the way. That’s just being smart.”
Sam sighed but shook her head. “No, it’s not that. I’m just pissed that a demon picked now to drop in on us. Two months ago, I could at least help out with more than research. Now I’m afraid to get into it because my son is kicking the living shit out of me when I get stressed.”
Dean leaned back against the chair in the living room looking at Bobby a second and then back to Sam. "Oh, come on, Sam; we wouldn't have let you help two months ago either, so don't feel bad," he retorted, and it was true; they had been even more protective of Sam the last few months than they had been before she left for school. She was the youngest so God knew that was saying something.
"Try to relax. The way that kid tap dances in you, he's going to break a rib." Dean ran a hand through his hair. They had to get this demon killed as soon as possible, like yesterday, because Sam didn't need the stress. "I'm going to head home and grab some of Sam's stuff while it’s still daylight out. I'll be back in twenty minutes, okay?" he asked, looking at Sam.
It wasn’t a happy look Sam shared with Dean, but she still nodded. “Yeah, okay. Just… just be careful. I will go hunting this demon if anything happens to you. I’m pregnant, not helpless.” She folded her arms over her chest and tightened her jaw, ignoring the violent kicking at her belly.
Bobby looked back and forth between Sam and Dean, frowning to himself thoughtfully. “Yeah, make it quick, boy.” He looked at Sam, long and probing, and then nodded to himself. “Bring whatever food Sam eats. I don’t keep that healthy crap at my house.”
Dean knew that face and he wanted to go over to Sam and kiss her or hug her but they were here with Bobby, so he knew better. He just nodded. "I will, I promise. I have my cell phone if you think of anything." Or she just wanted to make sure he was okay, because he knew how his sister could be. Not that he was any different but no one, Bobby or his father included, could take care of Sam like he could.
He looked to Bobby and nodded. "Just don't let her out of your sight, okay?" Dean asked, turning to leave before Sam could bitch or Bobby could roll his eyes.
Sam watched Dean leave, apprehension marring her brow. She got to her feet and went to the window, watching Dean’s confident, if irritated, stride across the yard to the car. “I should have drawn charms on him or something. The last thing we need is Dean getting possessed.”
“How about we get your mind off of it for the time being,” Bobby suggested, taking a seat on the couch. “Get your ass over here, little girl. You and me need to talk.”
When Sam sat down next to him, she looked wary and uncertain. “Okay, so what is going to take my mind off of the fact that Dean’s out there alone with a demon in town?” she demanded, brows furrowed with worry and fear for her brother.
“How about you tell me who that kid’s daddy is?” Bobby suggested calmly, watching Sam’s face. When she flinched, he frowned and leaned his elbows on his knees. “I already know, don’t I.” It was a statement and Sam paled a bit.
“Bobby, you can’t tell him. Can’t tell dad, either. They’d flip! I haven’t told Dean because you know he’d run!” Sam insisted, getting to her feet and pacing back and forth while wringing her hands.
“Didn’t say I’d be telling either of them, did I? But, I’m right; Dean’s this kid’s daddy, ain’t he?” Bobby looked so sad for a moment, sort of at a loss what to do with the information. He’d had his suspicions for awhile, and this was the first chance he’d had to ask her without Dean or John under foot.
Sam was quiet, tears welling in her eyes as she nodded. “Yeah, yeah he is,” she admitted softly.
“Well,” Bobby said, getting to his feet. “I’m not going to say I agree with you two doing the things that you’re doing, but I will say I understand it. Raised the way you kids were, it’s not really a surprise. I don’t wanna see it, and I don’t wanna know about it, but I won’t say a word to your daddy.” He left Sam sitting in the living room and went to the study to start looking through books.
John sighed, looking over Sam's laptop. He just was not good with computers but he was willing to try for this issue. He had gotten back into town the day after the demon made himself known and that was just over four days ago. So far… nothing, and as grateful as he was, he had to admit it made him uneasy. When demons were silent, it meant that they were planning something, and he had no idea what it was.
On his last hunt John, had learned a hard truth about his daughter and the night his children's mother had died. The demon wanted Sam, it wasn't random and it wasn't by mistake. John knew all this already but what he had recently learned of was all the deaths that had occurred shortly after Mary's death. Her uncle, friends, coworkers, people they lived on the same block with-all dead. It didn't just all happen recently but it was obviously something in the making. He was currently looking through the deaths, trying to make a connection; some seemed to be similar and others not at all.
Dean dropped down next to Sam on the couch and handed her a drink with her pill bottle. He was way too obsessed about making sure she took her meds now, because the baby had been beating the crap out of her the last few days and he was worried. Now and again he saw Bobby eyeing him and he didn't know what that was about, but he didn't care either. "How’re you feeling?" he asked, running a hand through her hair.
“About as well as can be expected when my insides are being used to host the cage match champion of the world’s training,” Sam said wryly, leaning into Dean’s side. The medication settled her stomach, and calmed her nerves somewhat, but not nearly enough to make her son chill out for more than a few hours. She opened the bottle with a sigh, tipped out the prescribed two pills, and downed them with a gulp of water.
“I’m thinkin’ it’d take a horse tranquilizer to get that kid to settle down. Too much like… his momma, in that way,” Bobby said carefully, staring at Dean and wondering how the hell he’d missed exactly how carefully Dean handled Sam for so long. “Doesn’t help that you bounce as much as the kid does, little girl.”
Dean put his arm around her and rubbed her arm, a frown on his lips. That kid, at this rate, was going to either kill her or drive her insane. As it was she didn't sleep much, which of course meant Dean didn't sleep much either so everyone was allowed to be bitchy for now. He sighed and looked over at Bobby with a light laugh. "Might do some good to use tranquilizers on both of them," he agreed.
"Maybe you should call your doctor again, see if she can give you something stronger," John said, looking over at the group. "Can't make it much worse," he offered, almost growling at the computer. "Sam, seriously how the hell did you ever make it through two months classes with this thing?" he asked, getting up and moving into the kitchen for a refill on his beer, mumbling something about good old pen and paper.
“I’m already taking the strongest prescription I’m allowed to have. And… oh, good God,” Sam grumbled and pushed herself up off of the couch to grab the laptop and settle back down beside Dean. “It’s not that hard, daddy,” she muttered, and opened the search history. With a silent nod to herself, she modified the last search to narrow it down some and started combing through links.
Bobby shook his head at her, huffing in exasperated laughter. “She’s as bad as your daddy when it comes to ‘helping’ someone figure something out. It’s either do it my way, or get the hell out of my way so I can do it myself,” he snickered and got up to get another beer.
Dean settled back and made a face as Sam zoned into the computer. "Yeah, tell me about it. So much for resting and relaxing, right?" he said, shaking his head.
“Bobby knows about us,” Sam whispered out of the side of her mouth, not taking the chance that John would come back in and hear her confession. Despite the fact that she and Dean hadn’t been sleeping, there hadn’t been time to warn Dean that Bobby had figured them out. Either John was sitting in the hallway outside the bedroom, or Bobby was pacing the hallway.
He looked back at the computer and went slightly pale when Sam whispered under her breath, his eyes widened and he just looked at her. Why? Dean mouthed unable to ask more as John came in.
"Sam, I really don't need the help," John said, trying not to snap at her because the last thing he wanted was Sam to see what he was working on and try to figure out why. "Do you mind?" he asked, reaching for the computer.
With a sigh, Sam gave the computer back to John. “You really should narrow your searches a little more. Broad terms will make the searches take longer.” She pushed herself up off of the couch with a groan and put a hand to her belly. “I’m going up to bed for awhile. Please let me know the minute you find something, okay? I’ll worry.” She tapped two fingers to Dean’s arm and then left the room.
"Noted, thank you," John said; he was really more content to do it his own way even if it was wrong. He frowned at the journal off to his side and just typed in the first name he had written down and the state, oddly enough it worked and it brought up what he was looking for.
“You go get some shut-eye, too, boy. You’re about as pale as Sammie is. I told you that you should try to get some sleep even if she wasn’t, but you never listen to me.” Bobby eyed Dean intently from the doorway, and then looked back at Sam as she slowly made her way upstairs. The girl looked like death warmed over, and Dean didn’t look too much better.
Dean watched her go and looked to Bobby as he spoke. He was pale because of what he had just been told but didn't want to make it look insane to follow after her like a puppy. He was about to say he didn't need sleep but then again, that was a reason to leave, right? He just nodded and got up. "Yeah, well I try but that kid doesn't just keep her up, believe me," he sighed, leaving the room to throw the water bottle out in the kitchen.
Bobby snorted as Dean left the room, and the moved to sit beside John. “You gonna come off of whatever it is that you’re searching for that you don’t want Sam to see?” he asked, settling back on the kitchen chair they’d dragged in to make enough sitting room for all four of them.
John didn't answer until Dean was going upstairs and even then he waited until he heard the bedroom door close. "Not really," he said honestly. "Remember how I told you what I found out about the night Mary died and that the demon was doing something to Sam?" Though he hadn't yet fully found out what. "Whatever it was, they want to make sure its covered up because every person that was ever in contact with Mary from the time Sam was born and on, and even a little before that, has turned up dead in the past nineteen years. And, I mean, me and those kids are the only ones left alive to breathe a word about her."
A frown creased Bobby’s grizzled face and he slowly leaned forward, brain running at full speed. “Did it ever occur to you that, since a demon was after Sam as a baby that might be what that demon was doing in town? Dean and Sam said they saw black eyes, that it had been hanging around the diner and watching her, trying to talk and get her to sit with it.”
"Yeah, that occurred to me, that's why I'm trying to work out this fucking thing’s pattern but there isn't one that I can see," John growled in frustration. "A twenty year old cardiologist has a heart attack and dies suddenly, a mother of three jumps off her roof while her kids are playing in the backyard," he explained, shaking his head. "I mean, after nineteen years of this and…. I mean, ideas I have, answers are what I'm short on."
“You’ve trapped and questioned demons, I’m guessing. What about that witch woman you know? Missouri? You tapped her to find out if she can read the patterns?” Bobby asked, scrubbing his hands over his tired face. It was late already, edging in on getting early, and the search for the demon that had been stalking Sam had gone nowhere, and now John was looking for an even bigger demon.
"Yeah, that's what this last hunt was about; this one and many others," John answered and shook his head. "She's away with family until tomorrow, or so her voicemail message says, so I'll call her tomorrow." He closed the journal and shook his head. "I'm wondering though… this demon has made a move. I know she's protected now and I'm sure the demon knows that, too, but if he was hanging around for over a week watching her, he could have done something at any time. What if he was just… checking in for someone else?"
Bobby’s brows rose high above his forehead, eyes wide. “You think the demon’s keeping tabs on her? Jesus Christ, John; I don’t know whether to be petrified for her or start looking for that damn gun of yours again.”
"I don't know, Bobby, it was just an idea. I mean, think about it; he hung around her for a week, didn't do anything to her or make himself known. He was asking her questions though, staring at her like he was trying to read on her," he explained.
“Jesus Christ,” Bobby muttered and took off his hat to scratch the top of his head. He breathed deeply for a moment, just letting that run through his mind. “The scary part is, I think you’re right. It makes sense, damn it.”
John rubbed a hand over his face and looked back at his friend. "Yeah. Now I just don't know what to do about it, because the little demon we should be able to find. But, every other one I've ever found that's contacted with Azazel won't give shit up, no matter what I do to them."
Bobby shook his head. “I can try to find some things in the books, but… I don’t know how much or what I’ll find. When these things were written, they just wanted to get the demons out, not have tea with ‘em.”
John just nodded and got up, reaching for a pile of books that he had left off to the side. "Alright," he answered, moving down to sit on the couch and leaning back. He had tried everything he could find or think of to make the damn demons talk in the past but it hardly ever went anywhere.
Sam flopped backward on the bed with a deep sigh. The kid was still kicking around her spleen, if the nagging kicks were anything to go by. The pain did taper off the longer she laid down, so she hoped that just lying there would help the kid calm down and go to sleep.
Dean moved into the bedroom and looked in to see if Sam was asleep yet. He hadn't expected her to be and wasn't surprised that she wasn't. She needed to be able to sleep more but at this point they were both at the end of their rope. He moved in and lay down next to her, putting a hand over her stomach. He wasn't at all affectionate with anything to do with the baby most days and this was more her he was worried about than anything else. "So how did that happen, exactly?" he asked, unable to help himself.
There was no need to ask what he meant. “Bobby asked me pointblank, Dean. He said he didn’t agree with it, but he understood. He just said he didn’t want to see it or know about it.” Sam covered Dean’s hand on her stomach, a heartbreaking smile on her lips. “He doesn’t know we’re married, but he knows we’re together, and he said he wasn’t going to tell dad.”
Dean sighed and licked his lips before nodding. "Maybe we should be more careful around dad, then. I mean, if Bobby picked up on it and he's known us almost as long…" He shook his head. He couldn't even imagine what his father would do if he ever found out; the baby might be the only one of the three in this room that would make it out of that fight alive.
The only way to assure Dean that it wasn’t only how they acted together that had clued Bobby in would be to tell Dean all of it. And that just wasn’t happening. Not yet. After the baby was born, she would tell him. If he took to being a parent all right. Otherwise, she would never tell him. Better to let Dean think the worst of her than to see him run and never come back.
“Bobby’s more observant when it comes to us, because he’s watching to make sure that we’re not hiding an injury or skipping meals. Dad’s so busy trying to hunt one thing or another that I could probably blow you right in front of him and he’d never know. I mean, the day we went to see the house, you remember how I sat on dad’s lap? I wasn’t wearing panties, Dean, and my skirt wasn’t quite long enough to hide that fact while I was facing him and straddling his lap.” Sam sighed and scrubbed a hand over her face. “Hell, he didn’t even register that I twitched and blushed when a fold in his jeans rubbed my clit when I was sliding off of his lap. You expect him to notice when we sit a little closer than normal brothers and sisters would? We’ve been like this our whole lives.”
Dean knew they could trust Bobby but at the same time it made him uneasy that the other man knew. That he had known before even having it confirmed for him. What Sam and Dean did wasn't anyone else's business, just theirs, but that didn't mean their dad or Bobby would stay out of it. He hoped but he didn't really expect it at the same time.
He rubbed his hand over his face and closed his eyes a second, pressing his lips together. Only his sister, Dean swore to God. Well, no because he wasn't much better in most aspects, but still. He rolled over and onto his side, looking her over. "Yeah, well dad wouldn't notice if you got on your knees and blew him sometimes," he mumbled, shaking his head. "Just the last thing we need is more of a problem if dad sees something that we can’t explain without causing a heart attack, you know? And you don't need that."
“First off, ew; don’t ever mention dad and blowjob in the same sentence ever again. Ever. That’s just gross. Dad might be good looking for his age but… he’s dad. Just, no. Second, we’re careful. Once dad and Bobby gank this demon, we can go back home and dad will go back to the hunt.” Sam rolled onto her side to face Dean, staring at him imploringly. “You’re my husband and I love you, so please don’t make this worse by pulling away from me.”
Dean laughed and rolled. "Yeah, because brother and sister incest is so much less frowned upon," he joked. He reached up and cupped her cheek, pressing his lips to hers. "I'm not pulling away," he said honestly, and he wasn't, he was just trying to protect her, nothing new there.
“You’d better not, because I’ve got zero shame and I will beg if I have to.” Sam snuggled in and tucked her head under Dean’s chin. “Not allowed to leave me, Dean, especially if you’re still right where I can see you.”
"Beg, huh?" Dean smirked as he settled back. He put his chin against the top of her head and closed his eyes rubbing her back. "Not going anywhere," he said softly.
Sometime since Dean had lay down with her, the baby had stopped kicking and Sam took full advantage to get as much sleep as she could. “Mmm, love you,” she murmured, drifting in the peace being in his arms gave her.
"Love you, too, Sammie," Dean murmured back as his body relaxed along with hers. He was normally wired when she was anymore, so if she got to sleep then he could and he was fully willing to sleep for as long as they were able to.
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