[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 7
JD’s first few days had been rather stressful, if only because the first round of blood work came back with strange results that made Sam freak out. She’d almost decided to ask the doctors if it could come from the child having the same mitochondrial DNA, but the doctors had decided to run a second battery of tests and everything came back normal after that. The oddity was blamed on a contaminated sample and written off.
After Sam and Dean took him home, it became apparent that sleep was a thing of the past. All through JD’s first year he had trouble getting to sleep and staying that way. Sometimes he would wake up screaming and have Sam and Dean pelting into the room at full tilt, while other times he would whimper and then sit up and start playing until Sam or Dean would go in and coax him back to sleep.
John and Bobby made it a habit to drop in often, though John’s hunts kept him out some times. He’d crashed on their couch more than once, too tired from the road to bother trying to make the extra ten mile trip to Bobby’s for a real bed. Bobby, however, made it a habit to drop in once a week and he’d watch JD while Dean took Sam out for a night away.
Fall set in and JD’s first birthday was coming up fast. He kept pulling himself up on the coffee table, babbling in baby talk, as he tried to figure out how to walk. Sam just sat and watched him, or took his little hands and helped him toddle across the floor.
Today, Sam was standing in the kitchen making lunch while Dean played with JD in the living room. JD babbled at Dean, giggling when Sam called out that lunch was ready.
Dean had JD standing up and was letting him try to walk about the living room, but he wasn't getting very far at all. His little hands were curled around Dean's fingers. Dean didn't remember how old Sam had been when she learned to walk on her own or talk in full sentences but he did remember that she was pretty determined, much like JD was now.
The last year had been insane to Dean, it turned out he didn't so much mind having a kid around. He was happy with his family, though sometimes he was sort off balance by the whole thing. Between Sam, Bobby and him, JD always had someone's hand to hold. Hunting was sort of a thing of the past; Dean went rarely these days and even when he did it was only because John needed the back up. The strange part was he didn't miss it.
"Come on," Dean said as he moved JD around to head towards the kitchen, which became a little too much and Dean just picked him up. The baby started laughing and Dean couldn't help but smile as he reached down for JD's cup, bringing them both into the kitchen.
“My two favorite men in the entire world,” Sam laughed and set a plate of sandwiches and a bowl of soup at Dean’s place, and pulled the highchair over so that she could feed JD while she ate. They were working him up to more solid foods, and weaning him off breast milk and bottles. JD didn’t seem too thrilled with the idea, but he loved the mushed foods.
Sam sighed and went back to the counter, grabbed a bowl of soup for herself and JD’s mashed vegetables and chicken puree before going back to the table. “How’s he doing with the walking bit?”
Setting JD down in the highchair the baby twisted around to watch his parents move around the kitchen. Dean grabbed a bib off the table and put it on him, though he was sure it wouldn't do much good but it was the point of the matter. "He's trying, but I think we might still have a little while to go," Dean answered. "Fun trying though, right?" he smirked, asking the baby before he sat down to his own plate.
Sam took her seat and set her bowl aside to get JD started on his meal. “Who’s my little man?” she said in a softly teasing voice, making JD laugh and clap his hands. She took the opening to put a spoonful of puree chicken in his mouth and then grabbed a quick bite of her own soup. “Doctor Carver said he should be getting it fairly soon. He’s so determined.”
“Dada,” JD announced and reached for Dean. “Dada!”
Sam stilled, eyes going wide as a huge smile split her face. “Oh my God! JD, baby, you said ‘dada’!” She got up from her seat and hurried to the phone, speedily dialing John’s number. He’d demanded to be kept up on all major accomplishments, even if he only got them in his voicemail. “Daddy! JD said ‘dada’!” she crowed into the phone, too excited by the development to notice Dean’s reaction.
Dean turned to look at JD when he started yelling and reaching for him. His eyes went a little wide, his mouth almost falling open. He was couldn't believe that JD had actually just spoken and more so he had no idea how he had made the connection to think he would be…
He shook his head, taken back for a minute, before a smile finally reached his face and he got up to reach for JD. This had to be normal, right? He was with JD almost as much as Sam was; why was it that the word alone freaked him out so badly? Even for a second?
Sam was bouncing on her toes as she hung up and dialed Bobby. When the older man answered, Sam gushed to him. “He called Dean dada, Bobby! It was amazing! We were just sitting down for lunch and JD reached for Dean and called him ‘dada’!”
“Dada! Dada!” JD giggled, straining up in his seat to get to Dean, spurred on by the excitement in his mother’s voice.
Dean looked to Sam, who was flipping out, and he shook his head, reaching down for the baby. Picking JD up Dean smiled and hugged him closely. "Growing up there, huh?" he said, kissing JD on the side of the head and adjusting him so he was comfortable in Dean's arms.
He didn't have too many clear memories about babies and at what ages they did what, but regardless he was still very amazed that JD was speaking. Dean tickled the baby, laughing himself and causing JD to start his giggle fit all over again.
“His first word, Bobby. His first word was to Dean.” Sam beamed as she turned, putting her back to the wall to watch Dean and JD giggling at each other. “I know, Bobby. I will, just not yet. This is JD’s big day; we’ll worry about the rest later. Yeah, I called dad. Had to leave him a voicemail, though. Okay, alright; I’ll talk to you later.” She hung up the phone and hurried over to Dean and JD, hugging them both with a stupidly happy smile.
JD was busily cramming the word together in a litany of ‘dada, dada, dada, dada’ making Sam laugh all over again. “Okay, okay; let dada put you back in your chair. You’ve got to finish eating, and then you and dada can go back and play, okay?” she said, smoothing one hand over the thin blonde-gold curls atop JD’s head.
Dean only half listened to what was being said on Sam's part of the phone call, too wrapped up JD and his laughing to really take in anything else. He turned to Sam and laughed. "I think we'll need to teach him a second word sometime soon," he joked as he moved to put JD back down.
“I hope he starts saying ‘mama’ soon. I’m not sure ‘Sa’ is the best thing for him to call me.” Sam frowned as she took her seat again, fiddling with the baby spoon. “Maybe we should call each other mama and dada to encourage him to call us that?” she asked, lost in thought as she spooned up a bite for JD, who continued babbling, though it was more a conglomeration of sounds instead of words.
Dean made a face but cleared it before turning back to Sam. "Aw, can't have you two on a first name basis, huh?" he joked, noting Sam's iffy thoughts on that matter. He licked his lips and looked back at JD a second before reaching for his own food.
Sam tipped her head back and forth, considering. “Well, I still think you lucked out a bit; Dean and dada sound enough alike that he was able to associate the name with you. Sam, on the other hand, sounds nothing like mama, and he’s going to call us what we call each other. So, it seems only logical to call each other mama and dada while we’re in front of him, right? I mean, the only reason I called John ‘dad’ was because that’s what you called him. Kids pick up on stuff like that.”
Nodding his head, Dean pressed his lips together and took another bite of his food before rolling his eyes. "Yeah, lucky me; got to remember to thank dad for that name and all," he commented, licking his lips. "Okay though, mama," he said. "Sounds kind of kinky if you ask me," he mumbled, grabbing his drink.
Nose scrunched in distaste, Sam shook her head. “Okay, never mind. He can call me Sam.” It was kind of… weird to hear Dean call her that. Wrong, somehow. Like Dean should never call anyone but Mary ‘mama’. “How about we just refer to each other as mama and dada when we talk to JD? Maybe he’ll get the hint?” she asked tentatively, spooning another bite up for the baby.
Dean had to admit that it didn't sound so good to call Sam mama either but whatever. "God, you seem so jealous." He laughed as he leaned back though he may have been happier if JD had called Sam mama first rather than Dean ‘dada’. It was just sticking on his lips but he wasn't giving into it at the moment. "But, yeah, I can do that. JD, mama is jealous," he joked.
JD spit out the bite of mushed vegetables, letting them drip off his chin, and grinned wide and nothing but gums. “Dada!” he repeated, slapping his hands on the highchair tray. “Dada!”
“I am jealous! I had to deal with his ninja training at four in the morning for months.” Sam laughed and shook her head, neatly swiping a napkin over JD’s mouth and trying to get another bite in him.
"Well, I'm sorry," Dean answered. Not really hungry anymore, he pushed his food off to the side and leaned down on the table looking from Sam to JD and then back again. "I promise you'll be mama from now on and all that, okay?" he said biting on his bottom lip, watching JD as he moved around playing with the food and not taking too kindly to eating it at the moment. JD called him dad. It was like Bobby slapping him with the reality that he would be a dad, he guessed it just fell into it naturally and didn't think much more of it.
Then there was the hurtful fact that no matter how much Dean loved JD, he really wasn't his father. Not by blood anyway; the hospital had made assumptions when it came to the first set of paper work but Dean never bothered to see how Sam handled it.
“What? Dean, I was joking,” Sam replied, confused at his sudden turn of attitude. “I’m thrilled, really. I don’t care what his first word was; he’s finally starting to talk, and that’s awesome all over the place.”
"Yeah, I know, right?" Dean said. "It’s one of those milestones that we'll tease him about when he's in high school," he joked, leaning forward.
Sam grinned at that. “Well, I do have pictures of his first bath in the tub, and some pictures from when he’d gone around refusing to wear anything; those will be awesome for prospective girlfriends to see.”
"This is true, and that Halloween getup that you put him in last year," Dean joked, though honestly the little pumpkin outfit had been cute as hell on him. But, at the same time, baby pictures always went over well with everyone but who was in the damn thing.
“Well, this year you can wrap him in tinfoil and take him out as a leftover,” Sam said, and then burst out laughing. “Like you did to me when I was eight.”
"Yeah, well, you said you wanted to go trick or treating and you couldn't go naked so… it worked out," Dean joked. God, how he wished sometimes he had pictures of when Sam was younger just for things like that.
“I wanted to go as a hunter, but you wouldn’t let me tape up any of dad’s guns,” Sam replied, smiling fondly at the memory.
"Yeah, but it could have had something to do with the fact that you were eight," Dean answered as he moved his chair over closer to JD and reached to pick him up.
“Dada!” JD bellowed, looking irritated rather than happy. He slammed his hands down on the tray, glaring adorably at Dean.
“Your son wants your attention,” Sam murmured, smiling wistfully.
"I see that; reminds me of you when you were this old," he said, putting JD down on his lap.
Sam snorted. “I was never that subtle about it,” she retorted. “I just escaped from the chair and crawled in your lap and screamed at you until you gave me every ounce of your attention.” She reached over and brushed her fingers over JD’s cheek, then lifted her hand to cup Dean’s. “I’m still as bad as I used to be, but now I use other methods to keep your eyes on me.”
He moved JD on his lap so they were more comfortable. "Yeah, well, now when you run around naked it gets my attention even better than it did back then," Dean said, raising his eyebrows at the thought. The baby was still half bouncing in his arms. Seriously, though, between the three of them everyone was always fighting for someone's attention.
“I think he needs a baby brother, maybe?” Sam asked tentatively as she turned back to her soup, unable to look at Dean’s face. He’d likely shoot down the idea, but it never hurt to ask.
He looked at Sam and made a face shaking his head. "A what?" he asked, confused. "I think we kind of have our hands full with one, don't you think? Besides what the hell would we tell dad about another one and where he… you know, came from?" Honestly they did fine but another kid was a little insane. Could they even have children together? Did she mean they should have one or she wanted to have another with…? "I mean, we can't even… you know?" Not wanting to finish that thought out loud or in his head.
Sam stirred her spoon in the soup, nodding. “We could tell dad and Bobby that we had Doctor Carver artificially inseminate me?” she tried again, lifting her eyes carefully to meet Dean’s. “Not right now, of course. But, maybe in a year or two?”
Dean shook his head and rubbed JD's back as he just looked at Sam a moment. "I don't know, Sam," he said honestly. "We could really bring something… not normal into the world because of the genes we share and shit, right?” He didn't want to bring some mutant into the world. Siblings didn't have normal and healthy kids together. "Listen, can we talk about this… later or something? I got to get to Bobby's, anyway."
Sam opened and closed her mouth for a moment and then snapped her teeth shut on whatever had been about to come out of her mouth. “Okay, yeah. We’ll talk about it later,” she said instead, taking JD from Dean’s arms to settle him on her own lap. She kept her head down and paid close attention to getting the baby to eat, just so that she wouldn’t have to look Dean in the face. He was running, which she knew he’d do all along. It just wasn’t supposed to hurt so much.
Yeah, Dean was running. She hadn't ever told him he already was a father, and with good reason at the time, but now…. Now he was JD's father. He had stepped up and took to the role just fine and he knew it. He didn't know, though, what it would be like to actually have a child with Sam. There was more to think about than ‘we just want a kid’. Their dad, Bobby, the medical stuff; he didn't know about a lot of this shit in general. He just needed a minute to think and he wasn't going to do that with Sam's eyes on him. He kissed JD goodbye and kissed the top of Sam's head before moving out.
Sam watched him go from beneath her lashes, and when the door closed behind him she sighed heavily. JD started whimpering, wriggling in Sam’s grasp, so she took him out in the back yard to play. He wouldn’t eat now that Dean had gone, so keeping him occupied until naptime would have to suffice.
Dean had gone to Bobby's not because he had any desire to talk or even see the older hunter. He just went into the yard and started working on cars; music blasting from his car as he changed her oil, tuned her up and just got lost in it. It wasn't new, he always did this when he had a problem or he needed to drown out the rest of the world and just relax, clear his head.
He worked until it was too dark to see anymore and headed back to the house. Dean was tired at this point and needed a shower. He needed to talk to Sam, though he still really had no idea what to say because this was really out there to him. He pressed his lips together as he pulled up in front of the house and got in.
He looked around once inside, everything was dark and quiet and he was a little surprised. Dean assumed that Sam went to bed and he knew it was past JD's bedtime. He moved into the kitchen and saw what was left of today's lunch before looking around, that was weird. Heading upstairs he went first to his and Sam's room and found it empty and then ran to JD's, also empty.
Had she left him? Just because he didn't know…. Dean shook his head and pulled out his cell phone dialing her once and then again with no answer. Finally he cursed and dialed Bobby. Maybe he'd missed her and she had been at Bobby's? He didn't know, but he was hoping as he moved back downstairs.
“Yeah, what?” Came Bobby’s answer when he picked up the line. “Weren’t you just here? What the hell are you calling me for?”
"Have you heard from Sam?" Dean asked; his voice hitching on panic as he moved through the house. There was no way she would just up and leave him like this. She wouldn't just take JD and go; he knew her better than to think that. "She's gone and so is the baby I… I just came home and the house is empty. Everything is still out from lunch like when I left and she isn't answering her phone."
Bobby was silent for a long moment and then he sighed. “No, she hasn’t been here, Dean. I haven’t heard from her since she called babbling about JD calling you daddy.” Worry laced his voice and when he spoke again, there was even more worry threading through it. “There have been a few small omens around here lately. I checked around, though, and couldn’t find anything. Call your daddy and tell him to get his furry ass back here pronto.”
Dean went cold, terrified as Bobby spoke and he just stopped. "Omens… what?!" he snapped. How could no one have said something about this? "Fine, I'll call him now," he said, hanging up only to dial John's number and wait for him to answer. His father, thankfully, answered the damn phone and Dean gave him the details. John wasn't too far away so he would be at the house within a few hours.
Going to the back door, Dean moved to step outside but looked down at the small ledge outside the door and closed his eyes. Demons he may not know so well, but he knew the smell of sulfur.
Three hours and John went barreling into Dean and Sam’s house. “Dean!” he called out, stalking through to the kitchen. He found the leftovers from lunch splayed out over the table and counters, and the back door stood open. “Dean!” he called again, poking his head out. That was when the smell hit him and his knees almost went out from beneath him.
Dean was outside and inside the house, back and forth trying to find something, anything. He was checking Sam's stuff and the baby's room, just trying to keep himself in check and from going insane. He had just up and left Sam and JD and now…. Jesus Christ, where the fuck were they? He was outside and heard his father, heading towards the house he called back. "Yeah, I'm here," he said, heading back in at a run.
“How long have they been gone? Did you see anything? What happened?” John demanded, rapid-fire. His little girl and his only grandchild had vanished with nothing but the scent of sulfur to give them a clue as to where they’d been taken.
Dean shook his head. "I was working over at Bobby's. I came home and they were gone, and I guess a few hours before I came home. There's no way that that she'd just leave shit out like this," he said, his heart still pounding out of his chest. This was worse than when Sam had been ten and ran off without telling them because Dean knew someone had taken her. "Bobby says that there has been some omens the last few weeks but he hasn't been able to pin point them to one spot."
John carded a hand through his hair. “Son of a bitch,” he growled, pacing away and trying like hell to get himself under control so that he could think clearly enough to do something about this. “Okay, okay; let’s go to Bobby’s and see what omens he found. We’ll figure out how long they’ve been in the area and see if we can find any matching ones elsewhere.” It was all they could really do. Following the omens meant they took the chance of getting there after the demon skipped town, but there was nothing they could do about it.
Dean just nodded. "Alright." He headed towards the living room for his jacket. He ran a nervous hand through the back of his hair and pressed his lips together. They needed to find them and they needed to find them now. He didn't really know what to do and John being here wasn't even enough to calm his fucking nerves.
Heading outside, Dean was pretty much single minded: get to Bobby's, find the fucker and then hunt him down and kill him. Wasn't that hard of a plan but things were hardly ever that easy. Right now he was ready to bust anyone's head. As long as he got to his family, he didn't care if it killed him.
John followed his son out of the house, watching the tight line of Dean’s shoulders as he stalked angrily away. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, sending up a silent prayer for his daughter and grandson’s safe and speedy return, if only to spare everyone in the vicinity Dean’s wrath. The demon that had taken them would die. John was sure that Bobby had some ritual in one of his books that could kill a demon rather than just send it back to hell.
The slam of the Impala’s door snapped John out of his thoughts and he hurried to his truck, slamming the door behind him and revving the engine as he tore out of the drive and hit the road to Bobby’s.
Dean started the car and pulled out, he never made it to Bobby's that fast before, but it was the first step and he needed to be doing something. At this point he was going to end up killing everyone within five miles just because he needed something to do with himself. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight his knuckles were white.
Reaching Bobby's place he shoved his door open and slammed it hard, harder than he had ever treated his car, but even that didn't get into his thought process at the moment. Clearing his throat he looked back to see his dad before banging on Bobby's door.
John trotted up the steps just as Bobby jerked the door open. “About damn time,” Bobby grumbled and stalked off into the study, settling behind the desk with a stack of newspapers and an old laptop.
“What have you got for us, Bobby?” John asked, tired and terrified for his daughter and grandson. “We need to find them.”
“Hold your panties on,” Bobby grumped and shifted through the newspapers. “First off, I talked to Daniel Elkins and explained the situation. He said he might know where you can find your gun if you’re willing to head up to his place right now.”
Dean walked inside and just looked at Bobby like he was crazy as he spoke at first. "Gun? Like we don't have enough of those?" he asked, confused. What in the fuck did they need another gun for? It wasn't like they didn’t have a freaking trunk full and Bobby didn't have even more than that. Dean hadn't really been hunting the past year, so he wasn't to up on most of his dad's new shit and right now he just didn't care.
Bobby held up a hand when Dean spouted off and John surged forward, mouth open and ready to start yelling. “But, I’ve got a lead on Sam and JD. Dean can go after them and you can catch up after you get that gun. These omens? They’re the same as the ones that were in Lawrence, Kansas during the first week of November, 1983.”
"Right before mom… so whatever dick killed mom now has Sam and JD." Dean nodded his head and rubbed his eyes. "Where am I going, then?"
“John, you’re headed to Manning, Colorado, and, Dean, you’re headed to Rock Springs, Wyoming.”
No sooner than the words left Bobby’s mouth, John was headed out the door. “Two days, Dean. Don’t you dare make a move unless you have no other choice.” The door slammed behind him.
Dean really didn't give a shit what his dad said, he saw a shot he was taking it. Fine; they were John's daughter and grandson, but they were also Dean's wife and son, so he was fairly sure he could make the call if he needed to. Didn't matter at this point; hunter or no hunter.
"Thanks," Dean said to Bobby as he headed out the door. His trunk still had a lot of shit it in so he was set, just a matter of how fast he could get there.
“You want a hand with this?” Bobby called, getting up fast and heading out after Dean. “Demons ain’t nothing to be walking in on half-cocked and you’re losing it, I can tell just looking at you.” He paused on the doorstep.
Dean turned back a second before saying anything. "That's up to you," he said honestly. "You might just want hurry it up." He wasn't waiting long and he wasn't going to promise he wasn't getting anyone killed tonight.
“Five minutes,” Bobby called and hurried up the stairs to grab the packs he kept at the ready for hunts. Bags in hand, he hurried back down and took a detour into his study, grabbing any and all books related to demons and protective rites, grabbed a few charms from the bookshelf, and headed out to the Impala with two minutes to spare.
Dean sighed really not even willing to wait the five minutes. He shifted around and tapped on the steering wheel, uncomfortable and annoyed and pissed off along with everything in between. He rubbed at his eyes, praying to God that Sam and JD were okay and alive. He didn't believe in God but he would start if someone upstairs came through for him this time around.
Bobby tossed his things into the backseat of Dean’s car and slid in on the passenger’s side. It was a little strange to see that seatbelts had been installed and a carseat buckled in the back, but that just proved how much Dean cared about Sam and JD; he was willing to alter his car for them without putting up a fuss. “We can make it in nine hours if you put your foot in it.”
Before the words left Bobby's mouth Dean put the pedal to the floor and they were on the road. Traveling so much as a kid gave Dean a good sense of direction, at least.
The room was dark and musty smelling when Sam opened her eyes. She was groggy and her head ached, but the warm body of her son was pressed tight to her chest. Frowning, she eased up, one arm around JD, and tried to figure out where she was. It looked like any old motel room that could be found on a thousand different roads in a million other cities in any state on the map: cheap heavy curtains, garish orange shag carpet, orange and green paisley wallpaper, and green and orange striped bedspreads.
JD whimpered and twitched and Sam turned her attention to him for a moment, soothing him with low, tender words whispered quiet in his small ear. He quieted, trying to hear her, and Sam cast her gaze about the room again. There was nothing and no one around, nothing to tell her how the hell she’d gone from playing in the yard with her son to this dismal motel room.
Azazel had been out dealing with one of his…employees, he guessed was the human way of putting it, but he hardly bothered with it. He had been in the room for a bit with Sam and her mutant of a son. He couldn't honestly say he was pleased about this. None of his children had been allowed or able to have children and for good reason because the little brats sucked everything out of the parent that Azazel had worked so hard to put there in the first place. These kids were bred, literally bred, for a reason and this most certainly was not it.
The little one though, he may be of some use, if nothing else than a learning project. He didn't even know how important Sam was in all this yet. She could just be a limp noodle like the rest of the children before her. It was getting rather annoying actually but this child… he was something very new to even the demon.
Once he was finished, Azazel headed into the room. Getting them here had not been hard. A simple flick of the wrist and they were both out and then a blink and here they were. "Sam," he greeted happily, a welcoming smile on his face. "So nice of you to, again, join the living."
Sam jolted off of the bed and swung around to the side to protect her son at the sudden appearance of… a really creepy man. Her eyes narrowed on him, trying to decide exactly what and who he was. Obviously he knew who she was. “Now see, that’s just rude; you know my name but I don’t know yours. How the fuck did we get here,” she demanded, hardening her jaw.
"My, my; such words in front of your son?" Azazel asked, making a face. "Really, Sam, and I thought you were old enough to know better." He shook his head and closed the door behind him, watching as Sam tried to protect the kid. He laughed. "If I wanted to hurt him I would have done so when you were passed out like a drunken whore," he said in a matter of fact tone. "As for who I am… not really that important, but I can assure you we have met before."
Muscles twitched in Sam’s jaw as she ground her teeth, biting back the instant retort that flew to the tip of her tongue the moment he tried to take her to task over her language. “If you even think about hurting him, I will kill you. Move away from the door and let us leave. Now.” She was in the dark at the moment; she had no idea what this thing was, how it knew her, or why it had kidnapped her and her son.
"Oh, do shut the fuck up," Azazel commented back. "Seriously, you've been awake for less than five minutes and you’re lucky that I haven't killed you yet." Looking at the baby he smirked. "He," he said, pointing to the baby. "Made you completely useless to me, so the only reason I'm letting you live, little girl, is because I'm feeling nice today, so don't make me regret it."
Thoughts ran rapid fire through her head, trying to piece together what was going on. He’d kidnapped her and her son, and yet she was useless to him… because she had a kid? Virgin sacrifice? No, couldn’t be that; in this day and age girls lost their virginity younger and younger. She tried to think of another reason having a baby would derail plans for her, but couldn’t think of anything. Sam’s brows drew together in a thoughtful frown, though her gaze never left the man’s face. “What am I useless for now?” she asked, unable to stifle her curiosity.
"Well I can't tell you that, now, can I?" Azazel said. "A true master of his art knows you never reveal the end of the story before it's time. Not even when you can see and taste the finish line."
Sam opened her mouth to ask another question only to stop as JD began wailing at the top of his lungs, head buried in Sam’s chest. Sam panicked and sat down on the bed, checking him over for any injuries he might’ve acquired, and glaring resentfully at the man as though he were the cause of her son’s distress.
The fit didn’t last more than a few moments, and when JD began to whimper Sam tipped his head up to soothe him when she found blood running down from his nose and fat tears rolling down his cheeks. “What the hell have you done to my son!”
"Oh, believe me, sweetheart, he's fine," Azazel answered. "Maybe a little bratty like his parents but other than that, he'll live." JD he wasn't going to hurt, this child was a project if nothing else. It was possible he would be nothing in the larger story but he was certainly one of a kind and rare was always very good. In hell most of all and the truth was what he needed was a child that would stand out among the rest. Though he still had years but whatever. Azazel was a demon, time he certainly had.
"Are you ever going to have another one?" he asked with a smirk on his lips. "The story is foretold that two are needed, brother/brother, brother/sister, and so on. I assume you get the picture?" he asked moving to the side and pouring himself a drink.
“I don’t…” Sam swallowed. She pulled JD to her chest and scooted back to put more distance between them and him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. And whether I’m having more kids is seriously not your business.”
"Well, let's just say you and Dean were a perfect setup; you had strong and stupid parents. Now you are no good, which means because he's your brother Dean's no good. Work with me here, kid; I need a pair," he said, rolling his eyes as if this really wasn't hard and there was no reason for her to make it so.
“So, what; I’m supposed to go and get knocked up again just to make things work for you? Sorry, buddy. That isn’t happening. We’ll have more kids if and when we damn well please, not just because you need a pair of kids.” And what kind of sicko wanted a pair of kids? Sam held JD tighter until he squeaked and she was forced to loosen her grip a bit.
"Don't crush the kid," he said, rolling his eyes and sighing. "I'm not worried, Sam. Things tend to work out when they need to and I'm pretty sure that they will because if I'm not incorrect… you may be on your way already, that or you will be soon," he said with a shrug and left it at that before finishing his drink. "So tell me, did JD have any… odd little bits about him when he was born? Other than the whole his uncle being his father, I mean."
Sam paled when he announced that he knew that Dean was JD’s father. The second child she could handle, somehow, maybe, but the fact that he knew sent a cold chill up Sam’s back. Dean would come for them, she knew that without a shadow of a doubt, and this thing could spill the secret she’d been hiding for almost two years.
“What? No, no, he… he was normal.” The smidgen of worry that had sunk into Sam’s chest the day the doctors had screwed up the blood work slithered back in. What if this jerk off had done something to her son and that was the anomaly the doctors had found?
Azazel cocked his head to the side and watched her a moment. There was something else there and he knew it. He didn't feel like getting inside her head, though. He had been trying to get inside the kid's but he was being blocked. The kid had drained his mother's demon blood and had it floating around somewhere. That much he knew. "Are you sure about that?" he asked.
“What did you do?” Sam asked, tone dangerous and riding an edge. She might be weaponless, but she knew enough Latin to rant out a quick protection rite. Or an exorcism. Her eyes narrowed on him. “Christo,” she whispered, just loud enough to let the word carry through the near silent room.
He looked back at her, tensing slightly before smirking. "Okay, you already knew I was a demon, so really that just pissed me off." He pressed his lips together for a moment. "Believe me, even your daddy doesn't know ways to kill me and he's been hunting me for almost twenty years."
Demon. Good God, it was a demon, the demon. This bastard had killed her mother. Oh shit. There was little to nothing she could do at the moment but hope that Dean came for her soon. Even starting an exorcism would likely see her dead before she got through the first verse of the rite. “Jesus,” she said faintly, gaping at him with fear bleeding into her eyes. Unarmed, child in her embrace, alone, with a demon-Jesus fucking Christ.
The demon smirked, an evil sort of grin spreading across his smug face as she came to realize what was going on here. "Yeah," he said with a mocking shrug. There wasn't anything she could throw at him that he couldn't handle and nothing that even whatever rescue party came up with was going to put him out of the game.
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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 7
JD’s first few days had been rather stressful, if only because the first round of blood work came back with strange results that made Sam freak out. She’d almost decided to ask the doctors if it could come from the child having the same mitochondrial DNA, but the doctors had decided to run a second battery of tests and everything came back normal after that. The oddity was blamed on a contaminated sample and written off.
After Sam and Dean took him home, it became apparent that sleep was a thing of the past. All through JD’s first year he had trouble getting to sleep and staying that way. Sometimes he would wake up screaming and have Sam and Dean pelting into the room at full tilt, while other times he would whimper and then sit up and start playing until Sam or Dean would go in and coax him back to sleep.
John and Bobby made it a habit to drop in often, though John’s hunts kept him out some times. He’d crashed on their couch more than once, too tired from the road to bother trying to make the extra ten mile trip to Bobby’s for a real bed. Bobby, however, made it a habit to drop in once a week and he’d watch JD while Dean took Sam out for a night away.
Fall set in and JD’s first birthday was coming up fast. He kept pulling himself up on the coffee table, babbling in baby talk, as he tried to figure out how to walk. Sam just sat and watched him, or took his little hands and helped him toddle across the floor.
Today, Sam was standing in the kitchen making lunch while Dean played with JD in the living room. JD babbled at Dean, giggling when Sam called out that lunch was ready.
Dean had JD standing up and was letting him try to walk about the living room, but he wasn't getting very far at all. His little hands were curled around Dean's fingers. Dean didn't remember how old Sam had been when she learned to walk on her own or talk in full sentences but he did remember that she was pretty determined, much like JD was now.
The last year had been insane to Dean, it turned out he didn't so much mind having a kid around. He was happy with his family, though sometimes he was sort off balance by the whole thing. Between Sam, Bobby and him, JD always had someone's hand to hold. Hunting was sort of a thing of the past; Dean went rarely these days and even when he did it was only because John needed the back up. The strange part was he didn't miss it.
"Come on," Dean said as he moved JD around to head towards the kitchen, which became a little too much and Dean just picked him up. The baby started laughing and Dean couldn't help but smile as he reached down for JD's cup, bringing them both into the kitchen.
“My two favorite men in the entire world,” Sam laughed and set a plate of sandwiches and a bowl of soup at Dean’s place, and pulled the highchair over so that she could feed JD while she ate. They were working him up to more solid foods, and weaning him off breast milk and bottles. JD didn’t seem too thrilled with the idea, but he loved the mushed foods.
Sam sighed and went back to the counter, grabbed a bowl of soup for herself and JD’s mashed vegetables and chicken puree before going back to the table. “How’s he doing with the walking bit?”
Setting JD down in the highchair the baby twisted around to watch his parents move around the kitchen. Dean grabbed a bib off the table and put it on him, though he was sure it wouldn't do much good but it was the point of the matter. "He's trying, but I think we might still have a little while to go," Dean answered. "Fun trying though, right?" he smirked, asking the baby before he sat down to his own plate.
Sam took her seat and set her bowl aside to get JD started on his meal. “Who’s my little man?” she said in a softly teasing voice, making JD laugh and clap his hands. She took the opening to put a spoonful of puree chicken in his mouth and then grabbed a quick bite of her own soup. “Doctor Carver said he should be getting it fairly soon. He’s so determined.”
“Dada,” JD announced and reached for Dean. “Dada!”
Sam stilled, eyes going wide as a huge smile split her face. “Oh my God! JD, baby, you said ‘dada’!” She got up from her seat and hurried to the phone, speedily dialing John’s number. He’d demanded to be kept up on all major accomplishments, even if he only got them in his voicemail. “Daddy! JD said ‘dada’!” she crowed into the phone, too excited by the development to notice Dean’s reaction.
Dean turned to look at JD when he started yelling and reaching for him. His eyes went a little wide, his mouth almost falling open. He was couldn't believe that JD had actually just spoken and more so he had no idea how he had made the connection to think he would be…
He shook his head, taken back for a minute, before a smile finally reached his face and he got up to reach for JD. This had to be normal, right? He was with JD almost as much as Sam was; why was it that the word alone freaked him out so badly? Even for a second?
Sam was bouncing on her toes as she hung up and dialed Bobby. When the older man answered, Sam gushed to him. “He called Dean dada, Bobby! It was amazing! We were just sitting down for lunch and JD reached for Dean and called him ‘dada’!”
“Dada! Dada!” JD giggled, straining up in his seat to get to Dean, spurred on by the excitement in his mother’s voice.
Dean looked to Sam, who was flipping out, and he shook his head, reaching down for the baby. Picking JD up Dean smiled and hugged him closely. "Growing up there, huh?" he said, kissing JD on the side of the head and adjusting him so he was comfortable in Dean's arms.
He didn't have too many clear memories about babies and at what ages they did what, but regardless he was still very amazed that JD was speaking. Dean tickled the baby, laughing himself and causing JD to start his giggle fit all over again.
“His first word, Bobby. His first word was to Dean.” Sam beamed as she turned, putting her back to the wall to watch Dean and JD giggling at each other. “I know, Bobby. I will, just not yet. This is JD’s big day; we’ll worry about the rest later. Yeah, I called dad. Had to leave him a voicemail, though. Okay, alright; I’ll talk to you later.” She hung up the phone and hurried over to Dean and JD, hugging them both with a stupidly happy smile.
JD was busily cramming the word together in a litany of ‘dada, dada, dada, dada’ making Sam laugh all over again. “Okay, okay; let dada put you back in your chair. You’ve got to finish eating, and then you and dada can go back and play, okay?” she said, smoothing one hand over the thin blonde-gold curls atop JD’s head.
Dean only half listened to what was being said on Sam's part of the phone call, too wrapped up JD and his laughing to really take in anything else. He turned to Sam and laughed. "I think we'll need to teach him a second word sometime soon," he joked as he moved to put JD back down.
“I hope he starts saying ‘mama’ soon. I’m not sure ‘Sa’ is the best thing for him to call me.” Sam frowned as she took her seat again, fiddling with the baby spoon. “Maybe we should call each other mama and dada to encourage him to call us that?” she asked, lost in thought as she spooned up a bite for JD, who continued babbling, though it was more a conglomeration of sounds instead of words.
Dean made a face but cleared it before turning back to Sam. "Aw, can't have you two on a first name basis, huh?" he joked, noting Sam's iffy thoughts on that matter. He licked his lips and looked back at JD a second before reaching for his own food.
Sam tipped her head back and forth, considering. “Well, I still think you lucked out a bit; Dean and dada sound enough alike that he was able to associate the name with you. Sam, on the other hand, sounds nothing like mama, and he’s going to call us what we call each other. So, it seems only logical to call each other mama and dada while we’re in front of him, right? I mean, the only reason I called John ‘dad’ was because that’s what you called him. Kids pick up on stuff like that.”
Nodding his head, Dean pressed his lips together and took another bite of his food before rolling his eyes. "Yeah, lucky me; got to remember to thank dad for that name and all," he commented, licking his lips. "Okay though, mama," he said. "Sounds kind of kinky if you ask me," he mumbled, grabbing his drink.
Nose scrunched in distaste, Sam shook her head. “Okay, never mind. He can call me Sam.” It was kind of… weird to hear Dean call her that. Wrong, somehow. Like Dean should never call anyone but Mary ‘mama’. “How about we just refer to each other as mama and dada when we talk to JD? Maybe he’ll get the hint?” she asked tentatively, spooning another bite up for the baby.
Dean had to admit that it didn't sound so good to call Sam mama either but whatever. "God, you seem so jealous." He laughed as he leaned back though he may have been happier if JD had called Sam mama first rather than Dean ‘dada’. It was just sticking on his lips but he wasn't giving into it at the moment. "But, yeah, I can do that. JD, mama is jealous," he joked.
JD spit out the bite of mushed vegetables, letting them drip off his chin, and grinned wide and nothing but gums. “Dada!” he repeated, slapping his hands on the highchair tray. “Dada!”
“I am jealous! I had to deal with his ninja training at four in the morning for months.” Sam laughed and shook her head, neatly swiping a napkin over JD’s mouth and trying to get another bite in him.
"Well, I'm sorry," Dean answered. Not really hungry anymore, he pushed his food off to the side and leaned down on the table looking from Sam to JD and then back again. "I promise you'll be mama from now on and all that, okay?" he said biting on his bottom lip, watching JD as he moved around playing with the food and not taking too kindly to eating it at the moment. JD called him dad. It was like Bobby slapping him with the reality that he would be a dad, he guessed it just fell into it naturally and didn't think much more of it.
Then there was the hurtful fact that no matter how much Dean loved JD, he really wasn't his father. Not by blood anyway; the hospital had made assumptions when it came to the first set of paper work but Dean never bothered to see how Sam handled it.
“What? Dean, I was joking,” Sam replied, confused at his sudden turn of attitude. “I’m thrilled, really. I don’t care what his first word was; he’s finally starting to talk, and that’s awesome all over the place.”
"Yeah, I know, right?" Dean said. "It’s one of those milestones that we'll tease him about when he's in high school," he joked, leaning forward.
Sam grinned at that. “Well, I do have pictures of his first bath in the tub, and some pictures from when he’d gone around refusing to wear anything; those will be awesome for prospective girlfriends to see.”
"This is true, and that Halloween getup that you put him in last year," Dean joked, though honestly the little pumpkin outfit had been cute as hell on him. But, at the same time, baby pictures always went over well with everyone but who was in the damn thing.
“Well, this year you can wrap him in tinfoil and take him out as a leftover,” Sam said, and then burst out laughing. “Like you did to me when I was eight.”
"Yeah, well, you said you wanted to go trick or treating and you couldn't go naked so… it worked out," Dean joked. God, how he wished sometimes he had pictures of when Sam was younger just for things like that.
“I wanted to go as a hunter, but you wouldn’t let me tape up any of dad’s guns,” Sam replied, smiling fondly at the memory.
"Yeah, but it could have had something to do with the fact that you were eight," Dean answered as he moved his chair over closer to JD and reached to pick him up.
“Dada!” JD bellowed, looking irritated rather than happy. He slammed his hands down on the tray, glaring adorably at Dean.
“Your son wants your attention,” Sam murmured, smiling wistfully.
"I see that; reminds me of you when you were this old," he said, putting JD down on his lap.
Sam snorted. “I was never that subtle about it,” she retorted. “I just escaped from the chair and crawled in your lap and screamed at you until you gave me every ounce of your attention.” She reached over and brushed her fingers over JD’s cheek, then lifted her hand to cup Dean’s. “I’m still as bad as I used to be, but now I use other methods to keep your eyes on me.”
He moved JD on his lap so they were more comfortable. "Yeah, well, now when you run around naked it gets my attention even better than it did back then," Dean said, raising his eyebrows at the thought. The baby was still half bouncing in his arms. Seriously, though, between the three of them everyone was always fighting for someone's attention.
“I think he needs a baby brother, maybe?” Sam asked tentatively as she turned back to her soup, unable to look at Dean’s face. He’d likely shoot down the idea, but it never hurt to ask.
He looked at Sam and made a face shaking his head. "A what?" he asked, confused. "I think we kind of have our hands full with one, don't you think? Besides what the hell would we tell dad about another one and where he… you know, came from?" Honestly they did fine but another kid was a little insane. Could they even have children together? Did she mean they should have one or she wanted to have another with…? "I mean, we can't even… you know?" Not wanting to finish that thought out loud or in his head.
Sam stirred her spoon in the soup, nodding. “We could tell dad and Bobby that we had Doctor Carver artificially inseminate me?” she tried again, lifting her eyes carefully to meet Dean’s. “Not right now, of course. But, maybe in a year or two?”
Dean shook his head and rubbed JD's back as he just looked at Sam a moment. "I don't know, Sam," he said honestly. "We could really bring something… not normal into the world because of the genes we share and shit, right?” He didn't want to bring some mutant into the world. Siblings didn't have normal and healthy kids together. "Listen, can we talk about this… later or something? I got to get to Bobby's, anyway."
Sam opened and closed her mouth for a moment and then snapped her teeth shut on whatever had been about to come out of her mouth. “Okay, yeah. We’ll talk about it later,” she said instead, taking JD from Dean’s arms to settle him on her own lap. She kept her head down and paid close attention to getting the baby to eat, just so that she wouldn’t have to look Dean in the face. He was running, which she knew he’d do all along. It just wasn’t supposed to hurt so much.
Yeah, Dean was running. She hadn't ever told him he already was a father, and with good reason at the time, but now…. Now he was JD's father. He had stepped up and took to the role just fine and he knew it. He didn't know, though, what it would be like to actually have a child with Sam. There was more to think about than ‘we just want a kid’. Their dad, Bobby, the medical stuff; he didn't know about a lot of this shit in general. He just needed a minute to think and he wasn't going to do that with Sam's eyes on him. He kissed JD goodbye and kissed the top of Sam's head before moving out.
Sam watched him go from beneath her lashes, and when the door closed behind him she sighed heavily. JD started whimpering, wriggling in Sam’s grasp, so she took him out in the back yard to play. He wouldn’t eat now that Dean had gone, so keeping him occupied until naptime would have to suffice.
Dean had gone to Bobby's not because he had any desire to talk or even see the older hunter. He just went into the yard and started working on cars; music blasting from his car as he changed her oil, tuned her up and just got lost in it. It wasn't new, he always did this when he had a problem or he needed to drown out the rest of the world and just relax, clear his head.
He worked until it was too dark to see anymore and headed back to the house. Dean was tired at this point and needed a shower. He needed to talk to Sam, though he still really had no idea what to say because this was really out there to him. He pressed his lips together as he pulled up in front of the house and got in.
He looked around once inside, everything was dark and quiet and he was a little surprised. Dean assumed that Sam went to bed and he knew it was past JD's bedtime. He moved into the kitchen and saw what was left of today's lunch before looking around, that was weird. Heading upstairs he went first to his and Sam's room and found it empty and then ran to JD's, also empty.
Had she left him? Just because he didn't know…. Dean shook his head and pulled out his cell phone dialing her once and then again with no answer. Finally he cursed and dialed Bobby. Maybe he'd missed her and she had been at Bobby's? He didn't know, but he was hoping as he moved back downstairs.
“Yeah, what?” Came Bobby’s answer when he picked up the line. “Weren’t you just here? What the hell are you calling me for?”
"Have you heard from Sam?" Dean asked; his voice hitching on panic as he moved through the house. There was no way she would just up and leave him like this. She wouldn't just take JD and go; he knew her better than to think that. "She's gone and so is the baby I… I just came home and the house is empty. Everything is still out from lunch like when I left and she isn't answering her phone."
Bobby was silent for a long moment and then he sighed. “No, she hasn’t been here, Dean. I haven’t heard from her since she called babbling about JD calling you daddy.” Worry laced his voice and when he spoke again, there was even more worry threading through it. “There have been a few small omens around here lately. I checked around, though, and couldn’t find anything. Call your daddy and tell him to get his furry ass back here pronto.”
Dean went cold, terrified as Bobby spoke and he just stopped. "Omens… what?!" he snapped. How could no one have said something about this? "Fine, I'll call him now," he said, hanging up only to dial John's number and wait for him to answer. His father, thankfully, answered the damn phone and Dean gave him the details. John wasn't too far away so he would be at the house within a few hours.
Going to the back door, Dean moved to step outside but looked down at the small ledge outside the door and closed his eyes. Demons he may not know so well, but he knew the smell of sulfur.
Three hours and John went barreling into Dean and Sam’s house. “Dean!” he called out, stalking through to the kitchen. He found the leftovers from lunch splayed out over the table and counters, and the back door stood open. “Dean!” he called again, poking his head out. That was when the smell hit him and his knees almost went out from beneath him.
Dean was outside and inside the house, back and forth trying to find something, anything. He was checking Sam's stuff and the baby's room, just trying to keep himself in check and from going insane. He had just up and left Sam and JD and now…. Jesus Christ, where the fuck were they? He was outside and heard his father, heading towards the house he called back. "Yeah, I'm here," he said, heading back in at a run.
“How long have they been gone? Did you see anything? What happened?” John demanded, rapid-fire. His little girl and his only grandchild had vanished with nothing but the scent of sulfur to give them a clue as to where they’d been taken.
Dean shook his head. "I was working over at Bobby's. I came home and they were gone, and I guess a few hours before I came home. There's no way that that she'd just leave shit out like this," he said, his heart still pounding out of his chest. This was worse than when Sam had been ten and ran off without telling them because Dean knew someone had taken her. "Bobby says that there has been some omens the last few weeks but he hasn't been able to pin point them to one spot."
John carded a hand through his hair. “Son of a bitch,” he growled, pacing away and trying like hell to get himself under control so that he could think clearly enough to do something about this. “Okay, okay; let’s go to Bobby’s and see what omens he found. We’ll figure out how long they’ve been in the area and see if we can find any matching ones elsewhere.” It was all they could really do. Following the omens meant they took the chance of getting there after the demon skipped town, but there was nothing they could do about it.
Dean just nodded. "Alright." He headed towards the living room for his jacket. He ran a nervous hand through the back of his hair and pressed his lips together. They needed to find them and they needed to find them now. He didn't really know what to do and John being here wasn't even enough to calm his fucking nerves.
Heading outside, Dean was pretty much single minded: get to Bobby's, find the fucker and then hunt him down and kill him. Wasn't that hard of a plan but things were hardly ever that easy. Right now he was ready to bust anyone's head. As long as he got to his family, he didn't care if it killed him.
John followed his son out of the house, watching the tight line of Dean’s shoulders as he stalked angrily away. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, sending up a silent prayer for his daughter and grandson’s safe and speedy return, if only to spare everyone in the vicinity Dean’s wrath. The demon that had taken them would die. John was sure that Bobby had some ritual in one of his books that could kill a demon rather than just send it back to hell.
The slam of the Impala’s door snapped John out of his thoughts and he hurried to his truck, slamming the door behind him and revving the engine as he tore out of the drive and hit the road to Bobby’s.
Dean started the car and pulled out, he never made it to Bobby's that fast before, but it was the first step and he needed to be doing something. At this point he was going to end up killing everyone within five miles just because he needed something to do with himself. His grip on the steering wheel was so tight his knuckles were white.
Reaching Bobby's place he shoved his door open and slammed it hard, harder than he had ever treated his car, but even that didn't get into his thought process at the moment. Clearing his throat he looked back to see his dad before banging on Bobby's door.
John trotted up the steps just as Bobby jerked the door open. “About damn time,” Bobby grumbled and stalked off into the study, settling behind the desk with a stack of newspapers and an old laptop.
“What have you got for us, Bobby?” John asked, tired and terrified for his daughter and grandson. “We need to find them.”
“Hold your panties on,” Bobby grumped and shifted through the newspapers. “First off, I talked to Daniel Elkins and explained the situation. He said he might know where you can find your gun if you’re willing to head up to his place right now.”
Dean walked inside and just looked at Bobby like he was crazy as he spoke at first. "Gun? Like we don't have enough of those?" he asked, confused. What in the fuck did they need another gun for? It wasn't like they didn’t have a freaking trunk full and Bobby didn't have even more than that. Dean hadn't really been hunting the past year, so he wasn't to up on most of his dad's new shit and right now he just didn't care.
Bobby held up a hand when Dean spouted off and John surged forward, mouth open and ready to start yelling. “But, I’ve got a lead on Sam and JD. Dean can go after them and you can catch up after you get that gun. These omens? They’re the same as the ones that were in Lawrence, Kansas during the first week of November, 1983.”
"Right before mom… so whatever dick killed mom now has Sam and JD." Dean nodded his head and rubbed his eyes. "Where am I going, then?"
“John, you’re headed to Manning, Colorado, and, Dean, you’re headed to Rock Springs, Wyoming.”
No sooner than the words left Bobby’s mouth, John was headed out the door. “Two days, Dean. Don’t you dare make a move unless you have no other choice.” The door slammed behind him.
Dean really didn't give a shit what his dad said, he saw a shot he was taking it. Fine; they were John's daughter and grandson, but they were also Dean's wife and son, so he was fairly sure he could make the call if he needed to. Didn't matter at this point; hunter or no hunter.
"Thanks," Dean said to Bobby as he headed out the door. His trunk still had a lot of shit it in so he was set, just a matter of how fast he could get there.
“You want a hand with this?” Bobby called, getting up fast and heading out after Dean. “Demons ain’t nothing to be walking in on half-cocked and you’re losing it, I can tell just looking at you.” He paused on the doorstep.
Dean turned back a second before saying anything. "That's up to you," he said honestly. "You might just want hurry it up." He wasn't waiting long and he wasn't going to promise he wasn't getting anyone killed tonight.
“Five minutes,” Bobby called and hurried up the stairs to grab the packs he kept at the ready for hunts. Bags in hand, he hurried back down and took a detour into his study, grabbing any and all books related to demons and protective rites, grabbed a few charms from the bookshelf, and headed out to the Impala with two minutes to spare.
Dean sighed really not even willing to wait the five minutes. He shifted around and tapped on the steering wheel, uncomfortable and annoyed and pissed off along with everything in between. He rubbed at his eyes, praying to God that Sam and JD were okay and alive. He didn't believe in God but he would start if someone upstairs came through for him this time around.
Bobby tossed his things into the backseat of Dean’s car and slid in on the passenger’s side. It was a little strange to see that seatbelts had been installed and a carseat buckled in the back, but that just proved how much Dean cared about Sam and JD; he was willing to alter his car for them without putting up a fuss. “We can make it in nine hours if you put your foot in it.”
Before the words left Bobby's mouth Dean put the pedal to the floor and they were on the road. Traveling so much as a kid gave Dean a good sense of direction, at least.
The room was dark and musty smelling when Sam opened her eyes. She was groggy and her head ached, but the warm body of her son was pressed tight to her chest. Frowning, she eased up, one arm around JD, and tried to figure out where she was. It looked like any old motel room that could be found on a thousand different roads in a million other cities in any state on the map: cheap heavy curtains, garish orange shag carpet, orange and green paisley wallpaper, and green and orange striped bedspreads.
JD whimpered and twitched and Sam turned her attention to him for a moment, soothing him with low, tender words whispered quiet in his small ear. He quieted, trying to hear her, and Sam cast her gaze about the room again. There was nothing and no one around, nothing to tell her how the hell she’d gone from playing in the yard with her son to this dismal motel room.
Azazel had been out dealing with one of his…employees, he guessed was the human way of putting it, but he hardly bothered with it. He had been in the room for a bit with Sam and her mutant of a son. He couldn't honestly say he was pleased about this. None of his children had been allowed or able to have children and for good reason because the little brats sucked everything out of the parent that Azazel had worked so hard to put there in the first place. These kids were bred, literally bred, for a reason and this most certainly was not it.
The little one though, he may be of some use, if nothing else than a learning project. He didn't even know how important Sam was in all this yet. She could just be a limp noodle like the rest of the children before her. It was getting rather annoying actually but this child… he was something very new to even the demon.
Once he was finished, Azazel headed into the room. Getting them here had not been hard. A simple flick of the wrist and they were both out and then a blink and here they were. "Sam," he greeted happily, a welcoming smile on his face. "So nice of you to, again, join the living."
Sam jolted off of the bed and swung around to the side to protect her son at the sudden appearance of… a really creepy man. Her eyes narrowed on him, trying to decide exactly what and who he was. Obviously he knew who she was. “Now see, that’s just rude; you know my name but I don’t know yours. How the fuck did we get here,” she demanded, hardening her jaw.
"My, my; such words in front of your son?" Azazel asked, making a face. "Really, Sam, and I thought you were old enough to know better." He shook his head and closed the door behind him, watching as Sam tried to protect the kid. He laughed. "If I wanted to hurt him I would have done so when you were passed out like a drunken whore," he said in a matter of fact tone. "As for who I am… not really that important, but I can assure you we have met before."
Muscles twitched in Sam’s jaw as she ground her teeth, biting back the instant retort that flew to the tip of her tongue the moment he tried to take her to task over her language. “If you even think about hurting him, I will kill you. Move away from the door and let us leave. Now.” She was in the dark at the moment; she had no idea what this thing was, how it knew her, or why it had kidnapped her and her son.
"Oh, do shut the fuck up," Azazel commented back. "Seriously, you've been awake for less than five minutes and you’re lucky that I haven't killed you yet." Looking at the baby he smirked. "He," he said, pointing to the baby. "Made you completely useless to me, so the only reason I'm letting you live, little girl, is because I'm feeling nice today, so don't make me regret it."
Thoughts ran rapid fire through her head, trying to piece together what was going on. He’d kidnapped her and her son, and yet she was useless to him… because she had a kid? Virgin sacrifice? No, couldn’t be that; in this day and age girls lost their virginity younger and younger. She tried to think of another reason having a baby would derail plans for her, but couldn’t think of anything. Sam’s brows drew together in a thoughtful frown, though her gaze never left the man’s face. “What am I useless for now?” she asked, unable to stifle her curiosity.
"Well I can't tell you that, now, can I?" Azazel said. "A true master of his art knows you never reveal the end of the story before it's time. Not even when you can see and taste the finish line."
Sam opened her mouth to ask another question only to stop as JD began wailing at the top of his lungs, head buried in Sam’s chest. Sam panicked and sat down on the bed, checking him over for any injuries he might’ve acquired, and glaring resentfully at the man as though he were the cause of her son’s distress.
The fit didn’t last more than a few moments, and when JD began to whimper Sam tipped his head up to soothe him when she found blood running down from his nose and fat tears rolling down his cheeks. “What the hell have you done to my son!”
"Oh, believe me, sweetheart, he's fine," Azazel answered. "Maybe a little bratty like his parents but other than that, he'll live." JD he wasn't going to hurt, this child was a project if nothing else. It was possible he would be nothing in the larger story but he was certainly one of a kind and rare was always very good. In hell most of all and the truth was what he needed was a child that would stand out among the rest. Though he still had years but whatever. Azazel was a demon, time he certainly had.
"Are you ever going to have another one?" he asked with a smirk on his lips. "The story is foretold that two are needed, brother/brother, brother/sister, and so on. I assume you get the picture?" he asked moving to the side and pouring himself a drink.
“I don’t…” Sam swallowed. She pulled JD to her chest and scooted back to put more distance between them and him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. And whether I’m having more kids is seriously not your business.”
"Well, let's just say you and Dean were a perfect setup; you had strong and stupid parents. Now you are no good, which means because he's your brother Dean's no good. Work with me here, kid; I need a pair," he said, rolling his eyes as if this really wasn't hard and there was no reason for her to make it so.
“So, what; I’m supposed to go and get knocked up again just to make things work for you? Sorry, buddy. That isn’t happening. We’ll have more kids if and when we damn well please, not just because you need a pair of kids.” And what kind of sicko wanted a pair of kids? Sam held JD tighter until he squeaked and she was forced to loosen her grip a bit.
"Don't crush the kid," he said, rolling his eyes and sighing. "I'm not worried, Sam. Things tend to work out when they need to and I'm pretty sure that they will because if I'm not incorrect… you may be on your way already, that or you will be soon," he said with a shrug and left it at that before finishing his drink. "So tell me, did JD have any… odd little bits about him when he was born? Other than the whole his uncle being his father, I mean."
Sam paled when he announced that he knew that Dean was JD’s father. The second child she could handle, somehow, maybe, but the fact that he knew sent a cold chill up Sam’s back. Dean would come for them, she knew that without a shadow of a doubt, and this thing could spill the secret she’d been hiding for almost two years.
“What? No, no, he… he was normal.” The smidgen of worry that had sunk into Sam’s chest the day the doctors had screwed up the blood work slithered back in. What if this jerk off had done something to her son and that was the anomaly the doctors had found?
Azazel cocked his head to the side and watched her a moment. There was something else there and he knew it. He didn't feel like getting inside her head, though. He had been trying to get inside the kid's but he was being blocked. The kid had drained his mother's demon blood and had it floating around somewhere. That much he knew. "Are you sure about that?" he asked.
“What did you do?” Sam asked, tone dangerous and riding an edge. She might be weaponless, but she knew enough Latin to rant out a quick protection rite. Or an exorcism. Her eyes narrowed on him. “Christo,” she whispered, just loud enough to let the word carry through the near silent room.
He looked back at her, tensing slightly before smirking. "Okay, you already knew I was a demon, so really that just pissed me off." He pressed his lips together for a moment. "Believe me, even your daddy doesn't know ways to kill me and he's been hunting me for almost twenty years."
Demon. Good God, it was a demon, the demon. This bastard had killed her mother. Oh shit. There was little to nothing she could do at the moment but hope that Dean came for her soon. Even starting an exorcism would likely see her dead before she got through the first verse of the rite. “Jesus,” she said faintly, gaping at him with fear bleeding into her eyes. Unarmed, child in her embrace, alone, with a demon-Jesus fucking Christ.
The demon smirked, an evil sort of grin spreading across his smug face as she came to realize what was going on here. "Yeah," he said with a mocking shrug. There wasn't anything she could throw at him that he couldn't handle and nothing that even whatever rescue party came up with was going to put him out of the game.
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