[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 9
A horrible pounding throbbed behind Sam’s eyes as she drifted awake. Her head didn’t hurt, but the sound…. Sam bolted upright in bed and jumped free of the tangle of sheets and Dean’s arms, hurrying to the door. “Bobby, is it….” She broke off at the sight of John standing in the doorway, Bobby holding JD behind him, looking absolutely murderous.
“Where is he?” John demanded, jaw clenched as he shoved Sam aside and stalked into the room.
Dean was ripped out of sleep and looking around for something that could be used as a weapon. He normally would still sleep with one but hadn't since JD was born. The last thing they needed was weapon in the house with kids. He looked around in confusion as he realized some crazy ass demon wasn't stalking into the room; it was just his father. He pushed himself out of bed, immediately defensive.
“Daddy, don’t,” Sam said, grabbing John’s sleeve and pulling him back as he lunged for Dean. “Please, don’t.”
“Go put some fucking clothes on, Samantha,” John growled, never taking his eyes from Dean. “And stay your ass in the bathroom until I’m done with Dean. Then you’re getting your ass whipped, too.”
“Now, John,” Bobby started, only to have John hold a forestalling hand out. “Fine, but leave enough of them to take care of their kid.”
Dean's eyes grew wide at the sight of his father and that murderous look he hadn't seen since JD had been born. Other than the night Sam had gone missing. He straightened up and looked at his father like he was insane, not letting fear reach his eyes because he had nothing to be sorry for. "You're not going to fucking lay a finger on her," he snapped, finally able to speak once the man threatened Sam. Dean was her husband; John was barely her father most of the time, so he had reality check coming as far as Dean was concerned. "Bobby, please take JD out of here," he asked. John wanted to fight, fine; but it wasn't happening in front of their kid.
“Oh yeah? You think you can stand in my way just because you’re her big brother?” John demanded, taking a menacing step forward while Bobby hurriedly closed the door.
Sam looked back and forth between Dean and John, unsure what she should do at this point. “Daddy, please-”
“Goddamn it, Samantha!” John roared, cutting her off. “I said to put some fucking clothes on. Now!”
"Well, you already know we’re fucking, so I'm going to say no because I'm her fucking husband," Dean answered, stepping between Sam and their father. "Sam, just get dressed, okay?" he asked, looking back at her a second before his green gaze returned to John. "Whether you knew it or not it’s been going on for years, so coming in here and a being dick isn't going to change anything. So either deal with it or get out and stay away from my family, because your fits aren't going to happen in front my son." He had grown up with John and his temper, so had Sam and he be damned if JD was going to be subjected to it.
Sam slunk off into the bathroom and pulled on the dried stiff clothes she’d left in there. She waffled between staying put and going back out there, and in the end just opened the door and peered out, watching in sick fascination as her big brother finally stood up to John.
“You’re her brother, not her husband. That was just a ploy to keep the neighbors from thinking that you were related. Seems to me that you let it go to your head. She’s not your wife, Dean. She can’t ever be your wife because she’s your sister!” John was building up to a full head of steam, moving beyond pissed off and directly into blind rage. “I’ve trusted you to keep her safe, and you go behind my back and fuck her?”
Dean's eyes narrowed and he couldn't help but smirk. "We were married in Sioux church on October 1st," he corrected, looking at John carefully. "And I have taken care of her, dad. I took care of her all her life. I took her to her first day of school, told her how to use tampons, and gave her first date the third degree when you were off hunting," he spat, hate and anger flaring dangerously in his now dark green eyes. "So don’t you ever fucking tell me what it is and what it isn't, because you haven't been paying enough attention to have a Goddamn clue."
“What the hell is your problem! It’s sick and wrong and disgusting!” John’s face turned mottled red, and he gestured at Sam with one hand without bothering to look at her. “And what was that on her face, huh? You beating her as well as raping her?”
Dean looked at the man and shifted, his eyes not moving from John's face at the question. Well, he knew someone was going to throw that in his face and he didn't have an answer for that. Fine, he had been mad at the time, but John would never see it for what it was and Dean wouldn't even know how to explain it. "Get out," he said finally.
“No, that isn’t how this goes. Sam and JD are coming with me. You’ve brainwashed her into thinking that this was okay, that she wanted this, and I’m not-”
"The fuck you are!" Dean yelled back, seeing red. "You even try to come near either of them and I will kill you, and I swear to God they will never find your fucking body," he answered, taking a step forward. His eyes showed clearly that he wouldn't waver from that promise, he would in fact murder John in cold blood if he needed to.
“You’re wrong!” Sam blurted out, stomping from the bathroom with her hands fisted at her sides. “You have no fucking clue, daddy. He didn’t seduce me or brainwash me. I crawled into his bed, and I talked him into this; Dean didn’t do anything but love me!”
Dean reached for Sam and pulled her closer to him, not trusting John not to lash out at her. "You are not in charge here and you will not tell us how it goes," he snapped.
John’s jaw tightened as he looked back and forth between his children, wondering where the hell he’d gone wrong to cause this. It made his stomach pitch and roll to see Sam clinging to Dean’s side the way Mary had done to him when they were at the movies and the film was particularly gory. He took a deep breath and turned on his heel, unwilling to say or do the wrong thing like he had when Sam had left for college.
“Daddy?” Sam said quietly, compelling John to stop where he was, hand on the door knob. “Don’t hate us?”
“I couldn’t hate you, little girl. But I can hate the decision you two’ve made.” John looked over his shoulder at Sam, ignoring Dean’s rage filled eyes. “Give me time to process this, and I’ll get back to you.” With that, he opened the door and stepped out. The roar of the truck’s engine came a few moments later, and then it too faded into the distance.
Right now Dean couldn't care if John hated them or not. He would care, though, once the anger drained from him and he had time to process and work through it in his mind. As John left, Dean was glad but also sad for some reason. He didn't want to lose John; the man was his father but he wasn't backing down from this.
The tension in Dean's body seemed to leave and he relaxed, but only once the truck was gone from outside their door. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head. That had gone better than he’d ever pictured before. He licked his lips and turned to Sam, unsure that there was anything that could be said, he was still in shock honestly. "Well, that went well," he commented lightly.
Sam just wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. The shock of the sudden argument was finally wearing off and she buried her face in his neck. “He said he’d think about it,” she whispered. “I think it’s because of… because of JD.” She leaned back to look at Dean’s face, one hand gently soothing the tight line of his mouth.
Wrapping his arms around her, Dean sighed and nodded against her. "Yeah, I'm sure you're right," he answered. What they had been doing wasn’t right by normal means and he knew that. He didn't care though. What they did worked for them. "We'll get through it," he said after a second. "Just like everything else."
JD was down for his nap, settled and clutching a green monkey that Bobby had given him. Sam peeked into the nursery to check on him and then quietly closed the door.
The shopping bag rustled in her hand as she crossed the hallway and into her and Dean’s bedroom where Dean was snoozing away his Sunday afternoon. She sat on the side of the bed at his hip and gently touched his shoulder, shaking him. “Dean,” she called quietly, “Dean. Wake up, baby.”
JD had given him issues with taking his nap so by the time Dean got him down he had decided it was fine to join him in dreamland. He felt the light weight on the bed and shifted in his sleep until Sam was shaking him and he blinked, confused for a second. Turning over from his stomach to his side, he looked at her curiously. "Hm?" he asked.
“I went to the drug store and bought something,” Sam replied, keeping her tone calm and even. “I wanted you to be awake when I do this, so that I can tell you as soon as I get the results.”
"A puppy?" Dean joked, pushing himself up to a sitting position before looking at the bag in her hand and raising an eyebrow at her next comment. "Tell me… what?"
Instead of answering, Sam opened the bag and pulled out a long rectangular box and handed it to him. Five Minute Pregnancy Test was written in bold pink letters across the front of the box. Sam’s brows crunched in worriedly as she looked at his face, waiting to see his reaction.
“Oh.” Dean pressed his lips together before moving to put his feet on the floor. Well, they had at some point talked about another kid and…. He looked back at her and smirked. "Well, take it then," he said, handing it back to her.
A wide smile bloomed over Sam’s face and she took the test out of his hand, pressing a hard kiss to his mouth before hurrying into the bathroom to take the test.
He smiled back and watched her go, biting his bottom lip. Dean stood up, a little too nervous to be able to sit still and wait.
She tore the box open, hands shaking more with anticipation than the last time she’d taken one of these. She peeled back the foil packet and pulled the test stick free. She followed the directions to the letter and then put it on a wad of tissue and set it on the counter to wait. While she waited, Sam sat on the edge of the tub with both of her knees bouncing in anticipation. She couldn’t look at the testing stick, instead staring at her watch as she counted down the minutes.
He sighed a little and started pacing the length of the room. Dean ran a nervous hand through his hair and pressed his lips together. He was scared but not in a bad way. It was just… not knowing and knowing were two very different things, and honest to God this was the longest five minutes ever.
When the watch ticked over the five minute mark, Sam got to her feet and looked down at the test strip. Her eyes went wide and a giant smile split her lips. She nearly broke the door down trying to get out of there. “Dean!” Sam cried out as she bolted into their bedroom and flung herself at him. “You’re gonna be a daddy again,” she whispered into his neck.
Dean grinned and hugged her tightly and once she was in his arms he couldn't help but laugh. "Holy shit." He smiled, pulling back to kiss her, his arms tight around her. This was so different than the first time; this was how it should have been then, too, but that didn't matter now.
Sam pushed into the kiss, opening her mouth eagerly under his. This time there wasn’t the least amount of fear in her mind. This time all she could feel were happiness and a sense of things finally being right. She’d ruined that for herself while she was pregnant with JD, and was deliriously happy to not have to do that again. She pulled back to smile that hundred mega-watt smile at him. “I love you!” she blurted out and pulled herself tighter against him.
"I love you, too, baby," Dean answered. "More than anything. I love you." He kissed her again, pressing her body against his as he held her close, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss. His wife, the mother of his son and the mother of whomever they would bring into the world next. She was his life and he owed her everything. He was so happy, though understandably nervous. That was normal, though, and it wasn't fear that devoured him, it was excitement and joy. It was so different than what he could have ever thought, and Sam made that possible for him.
Sam laughed into his mouth and curled one thigh around his hips, just holding onto him. “God, Bobby’s going to flip, and JD might be a little jealous. At least they’ll be close in age, though.”
He laughed and shook his head. "Yeah, Uncle Bobby all over again," Dean joked, looking back at her. "JD's a tough little guy. He might take to the idea of a little sibling to boss around. God knows I did," he joked.
“Jerk,” Sam said fondly, leaning in and pressing a kiss against the curve of his throat. “You only liked to boss me around because dad let you.” And, yeah; dad was a sore issue still, but hopefully he would get over it and take the same stance that Bobby did. “Now you only boss me around in the bedroom.”
Dean frowned as the thought of their dad came into his mind but he didn't say anything and he didn't let it destroy his good mood. He smirked and raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, but as wet as you get, I know you like it, so it all works out," he answered, matter of fact.
Sam purred against his throat, nipping lightly at his Adam’s apple. “You know what else gets me wet?” she asked coyly. “Having your hands on me.”
He grinned and urged her mouth open with his tongue, taking her mouth needy and nasty. Dean pulled against her and kissed down her neck and laughed softly. "I just have such an effect on you, huh?"
“You have no idea,” Sam murmured, tipping her head back to give him more access. A spark of deviltry curled Sam’s lips and she fisted her hand in Dean’s hair, holding him to her. “Casual touches, firm, hard touches, your knee brushing mine under the dining room table, our fingers brushing when we hand JD over to each other, the way your breath fans over my neck when we settle in to go to sleep; all of it makes me insane, drives me crazy for you.”
Dean laughed and a sort of needy noise came from the back of his throat as he rubbed his hips against her. "You are so needy," he mumbled, though a smile curved his lips because God knew he loved how much they wanted and needed each other. What they had was so insane and intense, it fit them both perfectly.
Sam laughed quietly. “And you love every second of it,” she purred, tugging him toward the bed with her. “Come on, baby. Come on,” she cooed, scraping her nails over his back and catching his tee shirt to pull it up.
"Christ, and I thought you were horny before. I forgot how bad you got when you were carrying JD," Dean joked as he pushed her back gently on the bed with a smirk. "Got to put all the rough shit on hold for the next nine months," he said, kissing her neck as he got on top of her.
“Not yet, we don’t,” Sam breathed, arching her back to press firmly against him. “We’re good until I hit the six month mark, remember?” She shivered beneath him, hands clenched tightly in the back of his shirt.
"Not with all the stuff I do to you, sometimes," Dean reminded her. Their sex life had certainly gotten kinkier after she had admitted that she liked it rough and he had no problem at all giving it to her like that. Though, he did know fucking into her hard and deep was allowed at least until six months, so that was something.
“Yeah, the harder shit will have to wait for after I’m healed up, but some of it is still definitely on the menu.” Sam bent her head and nipped at his ear lobe and then soothed the tiny hurt away with her tongue. “Gonna be explosive when we can go back to the really rough stuff,” she murmured, smiling slyly. “Might have to do something to piss you off just to make you lose it.”
Dean laughed against her and nipped her neck, licking and sucking his way down, leaving small marks as he went down further. He licked his lips and smirked against her skin. Moving back to her ear he breathed against her and pushed his hips down into her. "Push it too hard and I'll put you over my knee and paddle your ass like I did the last time JD was over at Bobby's," he promised. "Then I'll tie you to the bed, lick the pain away and then lick your cunt until it’s dripping wet for me," he went on to say, in between kisses. "I'll make you beg for hours before I let you come, and when you do, you'll come so hard that you'll never forget it."
“Jesus Christ, Dean. How the hell is that supposed to be a deterrent?” Sam gasped out, eagerly wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him firmly against her. She shivered as the long line of his dick pressed into place against her aching center. “Much better idea than putting your fist in me. Now I’ll have to figure out a way to be really bad.”
Dean laughed and pushed her legs open, kicking his jeans off after undoing his belt and button and reaching down for hers. He pushed against her and smiled. "After a second kid, I'm sure we can get you there," he promised, raising an eyebrow at the thought.
“You’re so keen on it, how about I put my fist in your ass?” Sam retorted, bucking up against him. “Besides, the doc sews me up nice and tight afterward, so you’ll still be out of luck getting one of those paws in me.”
He shrugged and reached for her hand, drawing her fingers into his mouth one at a time before speaking again. "These tiny things?" Dean said with a laugh. "Can't do any harm. And at some point, you'll heal up so…." He trailed off, pulling jeans down and urging her to raise her hips.
Sam obediently lifted her hips and wriggled to help get them down her legs. “God, you have no idea how you look when you suck on my fingers, do you?” she asked, eyes wide and pupils lust-blown to the point of appearing black with a hazel green ring. “Makes me want to roll you over and fuck myself on your dick.”
Dean kissed his way down her stomach licking her belly button and further down making her she was wet and waiting for him by the time he was ready to ride her. Which would be soon enough, he could promise that. Sticking his tongue right into her hole, he fucked her deeply with it, running his hands up her body and back down.
A soft mewl of pleasure left Sam’s mouth and she buried her fingers in Dean’s hair, just holding and touching rather than shoving at him. “Dean, Dean, I can’t… God, I don’t wanna come until you’re in-ah!-inside me,” she babbled, hips rolling up as her thighs parted to give him more room.
He worked her for a few more seconds, working her open for him before pulling away and getting up on his knees. He buried himself inside her with one sharp thrust forward. He groaned against the feeling of her body pushing against him, fighting it almost until finally giving in. "So fucking hot," he groaned.
Sam keened, legs wrapping tightly around his hips as she bucked up into the hard thrust. She struggled to keep her eyes open, gazing up at her husband like he was the center of the universe, the second coming, and a god among poor mortals. “Jesus Christ,” she moaned, meeting each snap of his hips with her own.
He grabbed her hips and pushed in and out of her with ease. By now he knew her body and she knew him just as well. Inside and out; they weren't perfect but they were perfect together in their own way. "Just call me Dean." He shuddered, trying to make a joke but breaking because of the pleasure running from his dick and throughout the rest of his body.
She made a noise somewhere between a cry of pleasure and a groan of humor at his rejoinder. Another fast, deep snap of his hips and she hissed, breath hitching as orgasm coiled low in her belly. She twitched beneath him, around him, and pawed at his chest, nails scoring his nipples firmly.
Dean growled harshly as her nails dragged across his skin and he threw his head back as though in pain but far from it. He gripped her hips and pulled out of her fully just to thrust back into her deeply, moaning her name as his body rocked against the intense pleasure building his balls and his belly.
“D-Dean, Dean,” Sam chanted, sliding her hands down to Dean’s ass and gripping hard, pulling and tugging at him in an effort to make him let go and… “Damn it, fuck me, Dean!” she demanded, leaning up as much as she was able to latch her teeth into his neck, suckling and biting down to make her mark in his skin.
He fucked her hard, riding her as though it was his mission in life trying to pull release from her for both of them. His dick leaked inside her, begging to explode, and he held it off for as long as he could. Dean just wanted to stay buried inside that sweet, tight cunt of hers for as long as humanly possible. He gasped as he slid into her easily, fucking her almost brutally, dipping his head to give her access to his neck as he reached for her hips, pulling them up tightly to meet him.
Sam made a choked noise in the back of her throat as the coil of lust in her belly burst apart and the shockwaves rippled out to every part of her body. “D-Dean,” she started, soft and near silent, and then she cried out, clenching down around him and shuddering as orgasm rolled over her.
He lost it at the sight and sound of her losing it. He shook hard as a wave of pleasure ran through his body, like fireworks going off; he almost saw starts in front of his eyes. He yelled out her name as he came, wracking through his body intense and hard and didn't stop until he was spent.
She shuddered and clutched at him as he spent himself, soothing him with her hands along his back before pulling him down to rest heavy and warm against her. Her fingers took to carding through his hair as she panted and tried to collect the blasted apart fragments of her mind. “Love you, baby,” she murmured, dazed and dreamy.
Dean moaned against her softly and buried his face in her neck, soaking in her scent and her warmth. "Love you, too," he said after a moment. "So much." He kissed her neck again, this time tired and lazy, spent and tired. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding on to her.
“Mmm, nap time,” Sam murmured sleepily, rubbing her cheek on his shoulder before dropping light and loving kisses on his neck and ear. “JD’ll be down for awhile, right? We can take a nap?”
He nodded against her. "Yeah," he answered, blinking against her and yawning slightly. "I'm sure he'll wake us up once he gets up." A smile walked over Dean’s lips as he kissed her cheek again before wrapping his arms around her.
“Mmm, night, baby,” Sam murmured, letting her muscles relax. She reveled in the feel of Dean on top of her, inside her, and let exhaustion drag her off to dream land.
Dean watched her a moment and settled again once her breathing evened out and she was smiling. He smirked to himself and whispered goodnight before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
Epilogue:
The past months had been a blur of happiness and excitement with an underlying sense of sadness. There had been no word from John Winchester, either to tell his kids he was done or to tell them that he’d come to accept the things he couldn’t change about them.
It was hard for Sam and JD mostly. During her first pregnancy, Sam had built a better relationship with her father and had grinned at his enthusiasm once he’d gotten used to the idea of being a grandparent. Their ease with each other had deepened when JD had been born and Sam missed being able to call her dad and chatter with him about work or the latest news from the doctor. He didn’t even know he was going to be a grandpa again, and it made Sam’s chest ache with loss.
JD, on the other hand, had learned to walk while John was away and toddled around asking about ‘hair-man’, which Sam and Dean had soon realized meant John. They’d both gotten a kick out of the name, but there was a throb of loss whenever JD would go to the window and babble about hair-man.
For now, Sam settled JD in his highchair while Dean finished getting plates together for dinner. She put a hand to her back as she straightened, already heavy with child. Seven months pregnant and John didn’t even know. Sam pressed a kiss to JD’s hair and moved to take her seat, only to straighten when a loud knock sounded at the front door. “Could you get JD started on dinner? I’ll get the door.”
Dean looked up at the sound of the door and nodded, getting up from his seat to move it closer to JD. Grabbing the spoon the baby quickly grabbed it and Dean grinned. "Oh, okay, we're going to try this again with you doing it yourself, huh?" He shook his head knowing this wasn't going to end well but they had to let him learn on his own, right?
John cleared his throat and waited at the door. He was still unhappy about what his children were doing, it wasn't right and it wasn't normal. Not that their family had been normal since his Mary died but this was just insane. He had needed to get away from them, for fear he'd beat them both into the ground if he didn't. He had kept in touch with Bobby so he did know Sam was expecting again and just as before he didn't have to like the fact but he would still want to know his second grandchild. Just as he had wanted to get to know his first, he missed JD and his little girl. Sam wasn't a baby anymore but she was always going to be his baby girl and Dean was still his son.
So, here he was. Finally, and yes; he would accept this but he doubted he would ever be able to understand it. There wasn't anything to understand; no matter if he could change it or accept it would never be right.
As JD tried to get the food into his mouth Dean laughed and shook his head grabbing a napkin. Most of the food got in there so that was something. "Still got a little ways to go," he mumbled wiping his face and reaching for the spoon again.
Sam opened the front door and nearly fell over in shock. “Daddy,” she whispered, eyes wide and hopeful. “Daddy, oh my God!”
John looked up as the sight of his daughter; he could easily see that she was far along with another baby. Six months or seven from what Bobby had told him. He smiled though it didn't yet reach his eyes. He didn't like this but he was certainly willing to do it. He stepped forward to hug her, he had missed her. Things had changed a lot between them since before JD was born and he knew he wanted to be here again.
Dean heard Sam and raised an eyebrow. He could make out what she was saying but he wasn't sure if he could believe it just yet and more so he didn't trust the man to be here and not cause a problem. He licked his lips and got up, lifting JD from his chair gently and settling him on his hip, heading out of the kitchen.
Sam just flung her arms around John’s neck and hung onto him. “Oh God, I’ve missed you so much, daddy.” She kissed his cheek briefly and just clung to him, deliriously happy to have him there. He might not be happy with their choices, but he was there, which was much better than the yawning nothingness of the last months.
John hugged her tightly and pulled back after a minute looking at her careful. Moving forward he gripped his hand tightly to the base of her skull and kissed her, hard but not hurting or biting her. If his kids could do something stupid as shit he could do it too, whether it was for curious reasons or to make a point.
Dean came in and he saw red, the only thing keeping him from ripping his father's head off was the fact that he had JD in his arms. "What the fuck, you dick! Get off my wife," he yelled, stepping forward only to have John raise a hand to stop him as he pulled back from Sam.
Sam’s eyes were huge as saucers, mouth slack and red as she stared up at him in disbelief. “D-Daddy?” she tried, and then stumbled back a pace. Her brain was whirling at a hundred miles an hour, wondering what the hell had prompted that.
John looked at Dean, a sort of smirk finally on his lips. "Pissed? Feeling betrayed?" he asked then looked at Sam. "Shocked?" He didn't wait for an answer; their faces were enough to give him an answer. "Good, now you both know how I felt learning that you lied to me for years. I don't have to like it, in fact I hate it, but I can accept it." Even if it meant forcing himself to.
Dean held onto JD carefully, trying to make sure his anger didn't sink into squeezing his son as he moved closer to Sam, not yet listening to or processing John's little rant. He put his arm protectively around Sam and looked her over making sure she was okay, and then he'd deal with John.
That snapped Sam back from the shock and surprise that the sudden kiss had provoked and she shook her head to clear her mind. “Did you really have to kiss me?” she asked, leaning into Dean’s side with one hand on her belly and the other wrapped around Dean’s waist. “Seriously? You couldn’t have just, I don’t know, said you didn’t like it and left it at that?”
She felt weird now. No one should ever know how it felt to be kissed, hard and determined, by their father. It made her stomach twist oddly and she fisted her hand in Dean’s shirt to ground herself. A choked laugh escaped her mouth and Sam relaxed. “Now we just need to get you and Dean to kiss and we’ll all be even,” she joked, trying to ignore the weird sensation in her stomach. “But, no; I’m glad you’re here, daddy. Just… not enough to lay another one on you.”
Dean wasn't sure what to do: go after his dad or just leave it alone. For the sake of dropping it all, though, and moving on, he could just let it go, he guessed. He licked his lips and eyed Sam like she was crazy. "Please don't give the man any ideas," he mumbled.
John just laughed. "I'm more of a physical person, you both know that," he answered. "Well I promise I won't do it again," he joked, looking at Dean before reaching out to shake his son's hand. He was willing to bury the hatchet, so to speak, and it was just a matter if Dean did.
Dean looked to his dad and down at the man's hand. Taking his arm off of Sam he shook and nodded with a smile on his lips. "We're glad you’re here," he said after a second, confirming Sam’s comment.
“Dinner’s on the table, but there’s enough if you want to join us?” Sam offered and then decided to be bold by stepping over to John and hugging him again. It wasn’t quite so long, or quite so tight, but she didn’t jerk away. “Come on. I’m starving and JD will want hair-man to feed him.”
John hugged her back and didn't try and kiss her this time. He had missed his children and he had loved being such a part of their lives while Sam was carrying JD and after he had been born. "You kidding, I'm starved," he replied.
Dean smiled but watched John carefully when Sam hugged him, just in case. JD seemed to notice the shift it moods and laughed, his hand twisted in the back of Dean's shirt before reaching for John. He'd missed him!
Reaching over to hand JD to John Dean just laughed. "Thank God, I'm tired of catching dinner in the face," he joked, reaching for Sam's hand to head back to the kitchen.
“You’ll have to teach him to call you grandpa, unless you don’t mind being called hair-man,” Sam said over her shoulder as she kept pace with Dean. “We didn’t get what he was talking about the first few times he demanded that hair-man come back, but since you were the only one that hadn’t been around in awhile, we figured it out. Means you should shave, daddy. You’re scruffy.”
"Great," John mumbled, rolling his eyes as he took JD and hugged the little boy a moment, the smile never leaving his lips. JD reached out and tugged on John's hair, laughing again as he watched him. "Food," he said finally, he was still hungry after all. John got the hint and followed his kids into the kitchen. He could hear Dean laughing at Sam's shaving comment and just sighed, making a face.
Sam waddled into the kitchen and over to the counter, and then set about fixing a plate for John. It was lucky that the table had four chairs, or else there wouldn’t have been room to seat all of them. When she turned, plate in hand, she found John stepping into the kitchen with JD on his hip and Dean taking his usual seat. Warmth and happiness filled Sam’s chest, this time without the throb of loss that had been there for so long.
Things were finally right. She had her father, her husband, her son, and another son on the way. Sam took the plate to the table and set it down for John. She grinned and kissed the top of Dean’s head before taking her seat. A family dinner; all of them together at last.
It was perfect.
~End~
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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 9
A horrible pounding throbbed behind Sam’s eyes as she drifted awake. Her head didn’t hurt, but the sound…. Sam bolted upright in bed and jumped free of the tangle of sheets and Dean’s arms, hurrying to the door. “Bobby, is it….” She broke off at the sight of John standing in the doorway, Bobby holding JD behind him, looking absolutely murderous.
“Where is he?” John demanded, jaw clenched as he shoved Sam aside and stalked into the room.
Dean was ripped out of sleep and looking around for something that could be used as a weapon. He normally would still sleep with one but hadn't since JD was born. The last thing they needed was weapon in the house with kids. He looked around in confusion as he realized some crazy ass demon wasn't stalking into the room; it was just his father. He pushed himself out of bed, immediately defensive.
“Daddy, don’t,” Sam said, grabbing John’s sleeve and pulling him back as he lunged for Dean. “Please, don’t.”
“Go put some fucking clothes on, Samantha,” John growled, never taking his eyes from Dean. “And stay your ass in the bathroom until I’m done with Dean. Then you’re getting your ass whipped, too.”
“Now, John,” Bobby started, only to have John hold a forestalling hand out. “Fine, but leave enough of them to take care of their kid.”
Dean's eyes grew wide at the sight of his father and that murderous look he hadn't seen since JD had been born. Other than the night Sam had gone missing. He straightened up and looked at his father like he was insane, not letting fear reach his eyes because he had nothing to be sorry for. "You're not going to fucking lay a finger on her," he snapped, finally able to speak once the man threatened Sam. Dean was her husband; John was barely her father most of the time, so he had reality check coming as far as Dean was concerned. "Bobby, please take JD out of here," he asked. John wanted to fight, fine; but it wasn't happening in front of their kid.
“Oh yeah? You think you can stand in my way just because you’re her big brother?” John demanded, taking a menacing step forward while Bobby hurriedly closed the door.
Sam looked back and forth between Dean and John, unsure what she should do at this point. “Daddy, please-”
“Goddamn it, Samantha!” John roared, cutting her off. “I said to put some fucking clothes on. Now!”
"Well, you already know we’re fucking, so I'm going to say no because I'm her fucking husband," Dean answered, stepping between Sam and their father. "Sam, just get dressed, okay?" he asked, looking back at her a second before his green gaze returned to John. "Whether you knew it or not it’s been going on for years, so coming in here and a being dick isn't going to change anything. So either deal with it or get out and stay away from my family, because your fits aren't going to happen in front my son." He had grown up with John and his temper, so had Sam and he be damned if JD was going to be subjected to it.
Sam slunk off into the bathroom and pulled on the dried stiff clothes she’d left in there. She waffled between staying put and going back out there, and in the end just opened the door and peered out, watching in sick fascination as her big brother finally stood up to John.
“You’re her brother, not her husband. That was just a ploy to keep the neighbors from thinking that you were related. Seems to me that you let it go to your head. She’s not your wife, Dean. She can’t ever be your wife because she’s your sister!” John was building up to a full head of steam, moving beyond pissed off and directly into blind rage. “I’ve trusted you to keep her safe, and you go behind my back and fuck her?”
Dean's eyes narrowed and he couldn't help but smirk. "We were married in Sioux church on October 1st," he corrected, looking at John carefully. "And I have taken care of her, dad. I took care of her all her life. I took her to her first day of school, told her how to use tampons, and gave her first date the third degree when you were off hunting," he spat, hate and anger flaring dangerously in his now dark green eyes. "So don’t you ever fucking tell me what it is and what it isn't, because you haven't been paying enough attention to have a Goddamn clue."
“What the hell is your problem! It’s sick and wrong and disgusting!” John’s face turned mottled red, and he gestured at Sam with one hand without bothering to look at her. “And what was that on her face, huh? You beating her as well as raping her?”
Dean looked at the man and shifted, his eyes not moving from John's face at the question. Well, he knew someone was going to throw that in his face and he didn't have an answer for that. Fine, he had been mad at the time, but John would never see it for what it was and Dean wouldn't even know how to explain it. "Get out," he said finally.
“No, that isn’t how this goes. Sam and JD are coming with me. You’ve brainwashed her into thinking that this was okay, that she wanted this, and I’m not-”
"The fuck you are!" Dean yelled back, seeing red. "You even try to come near either of them and I will kill you, and I swear to God they will never find your fucking body," he answered, taking a step forward. His eyes showed clearly that he wouldn't waver from that promise, he would in fact murder John in cold blood if he needed to.
“You’re wrong!” Sam blurted out, stomping from the bathroom with her hands fisted at her sides. “You have no fucking clue, daddy. He didn’t seduce me or brainwash me. I crawled into his bed, and I talked him into this; Dean didn’t do anything but love me!”
Dean reached for Sam and pulled her closer to him, not trusting John not to lash out at her. "You are not in charge here and you will not tell us how it goes," he snapped.
John’s jaw tightened as he looked back and forth between his children, wondering where the hell he’d gone wrong to cause this. It made his stomach pitch and roll to see Sam clinging to Dean’s side the way Mary had done to him when they were at the movies and the film was particularly gory. He took a deep breath and turned on his heel, unwilling to say or do the wrong thing like he had when Sam had left for college.
“Daddy?” Sam said quietly, compelling John to stop where he was, hand on the door knob. “Don’t hate us?”
“I couldn’t hate you, little girl. But I can hate the decision you two’ve made.” John looked over his shoulder at Sam, ignoring Dean’s rage filled eyes. “Give me time to process this, and I’ll get back to you.” With that, he opened the door and stepped out. The roar of the truck’s engine came a few moments later, and then it too faded into the distance.
Right now Dean couldn't care if John hated them or not. He would care, though, once the anger drained from him and he had time to process and work through it in his mind. As John left, Dean was glad but also sad for some reason. He didn't want to lose John; the man was his father but he wasn't backing down from this.
The tension in Dean's body seemed to leave and he relaxed, but only once the truck was gone from outside their door. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head. That had gone better than he’d ever pictured before. He licked his lips and turned to Sam, unsure that there was anything that could be said, he was still in shock honestly. "Well, that went well," he commented lightly.
Sam just wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. The shock of the sudden argument was finally wearing off and she buried her face in his neck. “He said he’d think about it,” she whispered. “I think it’s because of… because of JD.” She leaned back to look at Dean’s face, one hand gently soothing the tight line of his mouth.
Wrapping his arms around her, Dean sighed and nodded against her. "Yeah, I'm sure you're right," he answered. What they had been doing wasn’t right by normal means and he knew that. He didn't care though. What they did worked for them. "We'll get through it," he said after a second. "Just like everything else."
JD was down for his nap, settled and clutching a green monkey that Bobby had given him. Sam peeked into the nursery to check on him and then quietly closed the door.
The shopping bag rustled in her hand as she crossed the hallway and into her and Dean’s bedroom where Dean was snoozing away his Sunday afternoon. She sat on the side of the bed at his hip and gently touched his shoulder, shaking him. “Dean,” she called quietly, “Dean. Wake up, baby.”
JD had given him issues with taking his nap so by the time Dean got him down he had decided it was fine to join him in dreamland. He felt the light weight on the bed and shifted in his sleep until Sam was shaking him and he blinked, confused for a second. Turning over from his stomach to his side, he looked at her curiously. "Hm?" he asked.
“I went to the drug store and bought something,” Sam replied, keeping her tone calm and even. “I wanted you to be awake when I do this, so that I can tell you as soon as I get the results.”
"A puppy?" Dean joked, pushing himself up to a sitting position before looking at the bag in her hand and raising an eyebrow at her next comment. "Tell me… what?"
Instead of answering, Sam opened the bag and pulled out a long rectangular box and handed it to him. Five Minute Pregnancy Test was written in bold pink letters across the front of the box. Sam’s brows crunched in worriedly as she looked at his face, waiting to see his reaction.
“Oh.” Dean pressed his lips together before moving to put his feet on the floor. Well, they had at some point talked about another kid and…. He looked back at her and smirked. "Well, take it then," he said, handing it back to her.
A wide smile bloomed over Sam’s face and she took the test out of his hand, pressing a hard kiss to his mouth before hurrying into the bathroom to take the test.
He smiled back and watched her go, biting his bottom lip. Dean stood up, a little too nervous to be able to sit still and wait.
She tore the box open, hands shaking more with anticipation than the last time she’d taken one of these. She peeled back the foil packet and pulled the test stick free. She followed the directions to the letter and then put it on a wad of tissue and set it on the counter to wait. While she waited, Sam sat on the edge of the tub with both of her knees bouncing in anticipation. She couldn’t look at the testing stick, instead staring at her watch as she counted down the minutes.
He sighed a little and started pacing the length of the room. Dean ran a nervous hand through his hair and pressed his lips together. He was scared but not in a bad way. It was just… not knowing and knowing were two very different things, and honest to God this was the longest five minutes ever.
When the watch ticked over the five minute mark, Sam got to her feet and looked down at the test strip. Her eyes went wide and a giant smile split her lips. She nearly broke the door down trying to get out of there. “Dean!” Sam cried out as she bolted into their bedroom and flung herself at him. “You’re gonna be a daddy again,” she whispered into his neck.
Dean grinned and hugged her tightly and once she was in his arms he couldn't help but laugh. "Holy shit." He smiled, pulling back to kiss her, his arms tight around her. This was so different than the first time; this was how it should have been then, too, but that didn't matter now.
Sam pushed into the kiss, opening her mouth eagerly under his. This time there wasn’t the least amount of fear in her mind. This time all she could feel were happiness and a sense of things finally being right. She’d ruined that for herself while she was pregnant with JD, and was deliriously happy to not have to do that again. She pulled back to smile that hundred mega-watt smile at him. “I love you!” she blurted out and pulled herself tighter against him.
"I love you, too, baby," Dean answered. "More than anything. I love you." He kissed her again, pressing her body against his as he held her close, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss. His wife, the mother of his son and the mother of whomever they would bring into the world next. She was his life and he owed her everything. He was so happy, though understandably nervous. That was normal, though, and it wasn't fear that devoured him, it was excitement and joy. It was so different than what he could have ever thought, and Sam made that possible for him.
Sam laughed into his mouth and curled one thigh around his hips, just holding onto him. “God, Bobby’s going to flip, and JD might be a little jealous. At least they’ll be close in age, though.”
He laughed and shook his head. "Yeah, Uncle Bobby all over again," Dean joked, looking back at her. "JD's a tough little guy. He might take to the idea of a little sibling to boss around. God knows I did," he joked.
“Jerk,” Sam said fondly, leaning in and pressing a kiss against the curve of his throat. “You only liked to boss me around because dad let you.” And, yeah; dad was a sore issue still, but hopefully he would get over it and take the same stance that Bobby did. “Now you only boss me around in the bedroom.”
Dean frowned as the thought of their dad came into his mind but he didn't say anything and he didn't let it destroy his good mood. He smirked and raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, but as wet as you get, I know you like it, so it all works out," he answered, matter of fact.
Sam purred against his throat, nipping lightly at his Adam’s apple. “You know what else gets me wet?” she asked coyly. “Having your hands on me.”
He grinned and urged her mouth open with his tongue, taking her mouth needy and nasty. Dean pulled against her and kissed down her neck and laughed softly. "I just have such an effect on you, huh?"
“You have no idea,” Sam murmured, tipping her head back to give him more access. A spark of deviltry curled Sam’s lips and she fisted her hand in Dean’s hair, holding him to her. “Casual touches, firm, hard touches, your knee brushing mine under the dining room table, our fingers brushing when we hand JD over to each other, the way your breath fans over my neck when we settle in to go to sleep; all of it makes me insane, drives me crazy for you.”
Dean laughed and a sort of needy noise came from the back of his throat as he rubbed his hips against her. "You are so needy," he mumbled, though a smile curved his lips because God knew he loved how much they wanted and needed each other. What they had was so insane and intense, it fit them both perfectly.
Sam laughed quietly. “And you love every second of it,” she purred, tugging him toward the bed with her. “Come on, baby. Come on,” she cooed, scraping her nails over his back and catching his tee shirt to pull it up.
"Christ, and I thought you were horny before. I forgot how bad you got when you were carrying JD," Dean joked as he pushed her back gently on the bed with a smirk. "Got to put all the rough shit on hold for the next nine months," he said, kissing her neck as he got on top of her.
“Not yet, we don’t,” Sam breathed, arching her back to press firmly against him. “We’re good until I hit the six month mark, remember?” She shivered beneath him, hands clenched tightly in the back of his shirt.
"Not with all the stuff I do to you, sometimes," Dean reminded her. Their sex life had certainly gotten kinkier after she had admitted that she liked it rough and he had no problem at all giving it to her like that. Though, he did know fucking into her hard and deep was allowed at least until six months, so that was something.
“Yeah, the harder shit will have to wait for after I’m healed up, but some of it is still definitely on the menu.” Sam bent her head and nipped at his ear lobe and then soothed the tiny hurt away with her tongue. “Gonna be explosive when we can go back to the really rough stuff,” she murmured, smiling slyly. “Might have to do something to piss you off just to make you lose it.”
Dean laughed against her and nipped her neck, licking and sucking his way down, leaving small marks as he went down further. He licked his lips and smirked against her skin. Moving back to her ear he breathed against her and pushed his hips down into her. "Push it too hard and I'll put you over my knee and paddle your ass like I did the last time JD was over at Bobby's," he promised. "Then I'll tie you to the bed, lick the pain away and then lick your cunt until it’s dripping wet for me," he went on to say, in between kisses. "I'll make you beg for hours before I let you come, and when you do, you'll come so hard that you'll never forget it."
“Jesus Christ, Dean. How the hell is that supposed to be a deterrent?” Sam gasped out, eagerly wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him firmly against her. She shivered as the long line of his dick pressed into place against her aching center. “Much better idea than putting your fist in me. Now I’ll have to figure out a way to be really bad.”
Dean laughed and pushed her legs open, kicking his jeans off after undoing his belt and button and reaching down for hers. He pushed against her and smiled. "After a second kid, I'm sure we can get you there," he promised, raising an eyebrow at the thought.
“You’re so keen on it, how about I put my fist in your ass?” Sam retorted, bucking up against him. “Besides, the doc sews me up nice and tight afterward, so you’ll still be out of luck getting one of those paws in me.”
He shrugged and reached for her hand, drawing her fingers into his mouth one at a time before speaking again. "These tiny things?" Dean said with a laugh. "Can't do any harm. And at some point, you'll heal up so…." He trailed off, pulling jeans down and urging her to raise her hips.
Sam obediently lifted her hips and wriggled to help get them down her legs. “God, you have no idea how you look when you suck on my fingers, do you?” she asked, eyes wide and pupils lust-blown to the point of appearing black with a hazel green ring. “Makes me want to roll you over and fuck myself on your dick.”
Dean kissed his way down her stomach licking her belly button and further down making her she was wet and waiting for him by the time he was ready to ride her. Which would be soon enough, he could promise that. Sticking his tongue right into her hole, he fucked her deeply with it, running his hands up her body and back down.
A soft mewl of pleasure left Sam’s mouth and she buried her fingers in Dean’s hair, just holding and touching rather than shoving at him. “Dean, Dean, I can’t… God, I don’t wanna come until you’re in-ah!-inside me,” she babbled, hips rolling up as her thighs parted to give him more room.
He worked her for a few more seconds, working her open for him before pulling away and getting up on his knees. He buried himself inside her with one sharp thrust forward. He groaned against the feeling of her body pushing against him, fighting it almost until finally giving in. "So fucking hot," he groaned.
Sam keened, legs wrapping tightly around his hips as she bucked up into the hard thrust. She struggled to keep her eyes open, gazing up at her husband like he was the center of the universe, the second coming, and a god among poor mortals. “Jesus Christ,” she moaned, meeting each snap of his hips with her own.
He grabbed her hips and pushed in and out of her with ease. By now he knew her body and she knew him just as well. Inside and out; they weren't perfect but they were perfect together in their own way. "Just call me Dean." He shuddered, trying to make a joke but breaking because of the pleasure running from his dick and throughout the rest of his body.
She made a noise somewhere between a cry of pleasure and a groan of humor at his rejoinder. Another fast, deep snap of his hips and she hissed, breath hitching as orgasm coiled low in her belly. She twitched beneath him, around him, and pawed at his chest, nails scoring his nipples firmly.
Dean growled harshly as her nails dragged across his skin and he threw his head back as though in pain but far from it. He gripped her hips and pulled out of her fully just to thrust back into her deeply, moaning her name as his body rocked against the intense pleasure building his balls and his belly.
“D-Dean, Dean,” Sam chanted, sliding her hands down to Dean’s ass and gripping hard, pulling and tugging at him in an effort to make him let go and… “Damn it, fuck me, Dean!” she demanded, leaning up as much as she was able to latch her teeth into his neck, suckling and biting down to make her mark in his skin.
He fucked her hard, riding her as though it was his mission in life trying to pull release from her for both of them. His dick leaked inside her, begging to explode, and he held it off for as long as he could. Dean just wanted to stay buried inside that sweet, tight cunt of hers for as long as humanly possible. He gasped as he slid into her easily, fucking her almost brutally, dipping his head to give her access to his neck as he reached for her hips, pulling them up tightly to meet him.
Sam made a choked noise in the back of her throat as the coil of lust in her belly burst apart and the shockwaves rippled out to every part of her body. “D-Dean,” she started, soft and near silent, and then she cried out, clenching down around him and shuddering as orgasm rolled over her.
He lost it at the sight and sound of her losing it. He shook hard as a wave of pleasure ran through his body, like fireworks going off; he almost saw starts in front of his eyes. He yelled out her name as he came, wracking through his body intense and hard and didn't stop until he was spent.
She shuddered and clutched at him as he spent himself, soothing him with her hands along his back before pulling him down to rest heavy and warm against her. Her fingers took to carding through his hair as she panted and tried to collect the blasted apart fragments of her mind. “Love you, baby,” she murmured, dazed and dreamy.
Dean moaned against her softly and buried his face in her neck, soaking in her scent and her warmth. "Love you, too," he said after a moment. "So much." He kissed her neck again, this time tired and lazy, spent and tired. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding on to her.
“Mmm, nap time,” Sam murmured sleepily, rubbing her cheek on his shoulder before dropping light and loving kisses on his neck and ear. “JD’ll be down for awhile, right? We can take a nap?”
He nodded against her. "Yeah," he answered, blinking against her and yawning slightly. "I'm sure he'll wake us up once he gets up." A smile walked over Dean’s lips as he kissed her cheek again before wrapping his arms around her.
“Mmm, night, baby,” Sam murmured, letting her muscles relax. She reveled in the feel of Dean on top of her, inside her, and let exhaustion drag her off to dream land.
Dean watched her a moment and settled again once her breathing evened out and she was smiling. He smirked to himself and whispered goodnight before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
Epilogue:
The past months had been a blur of happiness and excitement with an underlying sense of sadness. There had been no word from John Winchester, either to tell his kids he was done or to tell them that he’d come to accept the things he couldn’t change about them.
It was hard for Sam and JD mostly. During her first pregnancy, Sam had built a better relationship with her father and had grinned at his enthusiasm once he’d gotten used to the idea of being a grandparent. Their ease with each other had deepened when JD had been born and Sam missed being able to call her dad and chatter with him about work or the latest news from the doctor. He didn’t even know he was going to be a grandpa again, and it made Sam’s chest ache with loss.
JD, on the other hand, had learned to walk while John was away and toddled around asking about ‘hair-man’, which Sam and Dean had soon realized meant John. They’d both gotten a kick out of the name, but there was a throb of loss whenever JD would go to the window and babble about hair-man.
For now, Sam settled JD in his highchair while Dean finished getting plates together for dinner. She put a hand to her back as she straightened, already heavy with child. Seven months pregnant and John didn’t even know. Sam pressed a kiss to JD’s hair and moved to take her seat, only to straighten when a loud knock sounded at the front door. “Could you get JD started on dinner? I’ll get the door.”
Dean looked up at the sound of the door and nodded, getting up from his seat to move it closer to JD. Grabbing the spoon the baby quickly grabbed it and Dean grinned. "Oh, okay, we're going to try this again with you doing it yourself, huh?" He shook his head knowing this wasn't going to end well but they had to let him learn on his own, right?
John cleared his throat and waited at the door. He was still unhappy about what his children were doing, it wasn't right and it wasn't normal. Not that their family had been normal since his Mary died but this was just insane. He had needed to get away from them, for fear he'd beat them both into the ground if he didn't. He had kept in touch with Bobby so he did know Sam was expecting again and just as before he didn't have to like the fact but he would still want to know his second grandchild. Just as he had wanted to get to know his first, he missed JD and his little girl. Sam wasn't a baby anymore but she was always going to be his baby girl and Dean was still his son.
So, here he was. Finally, and yes; he would accept this but he doubted he would ever be able to understand it. There wasn't anything to understand; no matter if he could change it or accept it would never be right.
As JD tried to get the food into his mouth Dean laughed and shook his head grabbing a napkin. Most of the food got in there so that was something. "Still got a little ways to go," he mumbled wiping his face and reaching for the spoon again.
Sam opened the front door and nearly fell over in shock. “Daddy,” she whispered, eyes wide and hopeful. “Daddy, oh my God!”
John looked up as the sight of his daughter; he could easily see that she was far along with another baby. Six months or seven from what Bobby had told him. He smiled though it didn't yet reach his eyes. He didn't like this but he was certainly willing to do it. He stepped forward to hug her, he had missed her. Things had changed a lot between them since before JD was born and he knew he wanted to be here again.
Dean heard Sam and raised an eyebrow. He could make out what she was saying but he wasn't sure if he could believe it just yet and more so he didn't trust the man to be here and not cause a problem. He licked his lips and got up, lifting JD from his chair gently and settling him on his hip, heading out of the kitchen.
Sam just flung her arms around John’s neck and hung onto him. “Oh God, I’ve missed you so much, daddy.” She kissed his cheek briefly and just clung to him, deliriously happy to have him there. He might not be happy with their choices, but he was there, which was much better than the yawning nothingness of the last months.
John hugged her tightly and pulled back after a minute looking at her careful. Moving forward he gripped his hand tightly to the base of her skull and kissed her, hard but not hurting or biting her. If his kids could do something stupid as shit he could do it too, whether it was for curious reasons or to make a point.
Dean came in and he saw red, the only thing keeping him from ripping his father's head off was the fact that he had JD in his arms. "What the fuck, you dick! Get off my wife," he yelled, stepping forward only to have John raise a hand to stop him as he pulled back from Sam.
Sam’s eyes were huge as saucers, mouth slack and red as she stared up at him in disbelief. “D-Daddy?” she tried, and then stumbled back a pace. Her brain was whirling at a hundred miles an hour, wondering what the hell had prompted that.
John looked at Dean, a sort of smirk finally on his lips. "Pissed? Feeling betrayed?" he asked then looked at Sam. "Shocked?" He didn't wait for an answer; their faces were enough to give him an answer. "Good, now you both know how I felt learning that you lied to me for years. I don't have to like it, in fact I hate it, but I can accept it." Even if it meant forcing himself to.
Dean held onto JD carefully, trying to make sure his anger didn't sink into squeezing his son as he moved closer to Sam, not yet listening to or processing John's little rant. He put his arm protectively around Sam and looked her over making sure she was okay, and then he'd deal with John.
That snapped Sam back from the shock and surprise that the sudden kiss had provoked and she shook her head to clear her mind. “Did you really have to kiss me?” she asked, leaning into Dean’s side with one hand on her belly and the other wrapped around Dean’s waist. “Seriously? You couldn’t have just, I don’t know, said you didn’t like it and left it at that?”
She felt weird now. No one should ever know how it felt to be kissed, hard and determined, by their father. It made her stomach twist oddly and she fisted her hand in Dean’s shirt to ground herself. A choked laugh escaped her mouth and Sam relaxed. “Now we just need to get you and Dean to kiss and we’ll all be even,” she joked, trying to ignore the weird sensation in her stomach. “But, no; I’m glad you’re here, daddy. Just… not enough to lay another one on you.”
Dean wasn't sure what to do: go after his dad or just leave it alone. For the sake of dropping it all, though, and moving on, he could just let it go, he guessed. He licked his lips and eyed Sam like she was crazy. "Please don't give the man any ideas," he mumbled.
John just laughed. "I'm more of a physical person, you both know that," he answered. "Well I promise I won't do it again," he joked, looking at Dean before reaching out to shake his son's hand. He was willing to bury the hatchet, so to speak, and it was just a matter if Dean did.
Dean looked to his dad and down at the man's hand. Taking his arm off of Sam he shook and nodded with a smile on his lips. "We're glad you’re here," he said after a second, confirming Sam’s comment.
“Dinner’s on the table, but there’s enough if you want to join us?” Sam offered and then decided to be bold by stepping over to John and hugging him again. It wasn’t quite so long, or quite so tight, but she didn’t jerk away. “Come on. I’m starving and JD will want hair-man to feed him.”
John hugged her back and didn't try and kiss her this time. He had missed his children and he had loved being such a part of their lives while Sam was carrying JD and after he had been born. "You kidding, I'm starved," he replied.
Dean smiled but watched John carefully when Sam hugged him, just in case. JD seemed to notice the shift it moods and laughed, his hand twisted in the back of Dean's shirt before reaching for John. He'd missed him!
Reaching over to hand JD to John Dean just laughed. "Thank God, I'm tired of catching dinner in the face," he joked, reaching for Sam's hand to head back to the kitchen.
“You’ll have to teach him to call you grandpa, unless you don’t mind being called hair-man,” Sam said over her shoulder as she kept pace with Dean. “We didn’t get what he was talking about the first few times he demanded that hair-man come back, but since you were the only one that hadn’t been around in awhile, we figured it out. Means you should shave, daddy. You’re scruffy.”
"Great," John mumbled, rolling his eyes as he took JD and hugged the little boy a moment, the smile never leaving his lips. JD reached out and tugged on John's hair, laughing again as he watched him. "Food," he said finally, he was still hungry after all. John got the hint and followed his kids into the kitchen. He could hear Dean laughing at Sam's shaving comment and just sighed, making a face.
Sam waddled into the kitchen and over to the counter, and then set about fixing a plate for John. It was lucky that the table had four chairs, or else there wouldn’t have been room to seat all of them. When she turned, plate in hand, she found John stepping into the kitchen with JD on his hip and Dean taking his usual seat. Warmth and happiness filled Sam’s chest, this time without the throb of loss that had been there for so long.
Things were finally right. She had her father, her husband, her son, and another son on the way. Sam took the plate to the table and set it down for John. She grinned and kissed the top of Dean’s head before taking her seat. A family dinner; all of them together at last.
It was perfect.
~End~
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