A series of one shots about Dean's life as a father. From the moment his daughter was born and beyond. Not in chronological order.
Sweet Child of Mine
She didn't know what to say. She heard the heartbeat. She saw the tiny bean shaped object on the monitor, but she still couldn't believe it. It was only a one night stand. It wasn't her first, and she knew the consequences. But this was the absolute last thing she had ever expected.
She stumbled out of the doctor's office with thoughts of that night playing over and over in her head.
"Jo, are you sure?" He had asked.
"Of course." She grinned and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, working the buttons and sliding it down his shoulders. His mouth met hers hungrily. Like a man at a buffet who hadn't eaten for days. She walked backwards, feeling the bed hit the back of her knees and flopping down, pulling him with her. "I've wanted this since I put that rifle to your back."
"The kinky part is I've wanted this since you put that rifle to my back."
She moaned as he kissed the sensitive part of her neck, and moved down to her collar bone.
A ringing noise pulled her out of her memory.
"Hello."
"Hey. What'd you find out?" Her mom's eager voice asked.
"I'll talk to you about it when I get home." She answered, afraid that if she told her mom what exactly was making her so sick, she might go on a killing spree.
"Okay. Hey, would you mind picking up a couple extra steaks on the way home? The Winchester boys are here and we want to grill out tonight." Jo's breath caught, and she thought she might pass out right in the middle of the parking lot.
"Y-y-yeah. N-not a problem." She answered, cursing her voice for giving her away.
"You okay?" The elder Harvelle asked.
"Fine. See you in a bit." Jo quickly hung up the phone, making her way slowly to her car. She sat in the driver's seat, pounding her head on the steering wheel for a bit before heading to the butcher.
"You can't be serious." Ellen Harvelle looked at her daughter, a mixture of shock and anger on her face. Jo nodded. "Joanna Beth Harvelle, what in the hell were you thinking?" She yelled loud enough that the people in the bar all hushed to listen. Jo just stood there, staring at her feet. There was nothing she could say. "Whose?" Jo shot a glance to the two handsome hunters sitting at the end of the bar, pretending not to listen. "Oh no, Jo. No, no, no, no, no." Ellen put her head in her hand, and the other hand in front of her. "I need a cigarette." She stated, leaving Jo and walking out back.
"What'd you do this time, Jo?" Dean asked with a smirk. Jo snapped her head around to him, giving him the classic 'if looks could kill' glare. His eyes widened at her reaction. She stormed off, heading to her room upstairs.
Sam smacked his brother on the back of the head. "Dude, you really know how to piss off Harvelle women."
"Honestly, I didn't do a damn thing. She must be PMS'ing or something." He shrugged and continued drinking his beer.
About ten minutes later, Ellen came back into the bar. She walked right up to Dean grabbing him by the ear. "Ow, ow, ow," He yelled, as she pulled him out back.
"You got something to tell me, Dean?" She asked. He could tell by her expression that she was not in the mood for games.
"About what?"
"My daughter." She said between clinched teeth.
His eyes widened as shock and fear registered on his face. "How did you find out?" He asked.
"Doesn't matter. How could you be so stupid? She's just a child, Dean. I should skin you alive."
"I'm sorry, Ellen. It was a mistake. I've regretted it ever since." He stated. Ellen's face turned from one of anger to one of pain and regret. Her eyes were fixed on something behind him. He followed her gaze to find Jo standing there, eyes filled with tears. She quickly ran back inside. When he went to follow Ellen grabbed his arm.
"I think it's best if you leave." She stated. He watched as she ran after Jo. The regret he felt grew stronger. It wasn't that he regretted sleeping with Jo; he regretted more that he had, and then left. He regretted not being able to stay with her.
The phone rang in the middle of the night eight months later. Dean answered it, wondering who could be calling him at that hour.
"Hello?"
"Dean," he sat up straight when he heard Ellen's distraught and shaky voice. "She didn't make it, Dean." His heart was racing.
"What are you talking about, Ellen?" He could here her choking sobs as she tried to speak.
"Dean?" A male voice he recognized as Ash asked.
"Ash, what the hell? What's going on?"
"Jo's dead." The words hit him like a ton of bricks. His pacing heart suddenly stopped and dropped to his stomach. His throat closed up and his lungs started burning from the lack of oxygen. "She died during child birth."
"Child birth?" He managed to choke out. By this time Sam was sitting up in bed as well, and staring at Dean intently, a confused expression on his face.
"You didn't know, did you?" He asked.
"Know what? What in the hell is going on, Ash?" Dean found his voice, and it was angry.
"Jo was pregnant the last time you came by. She gave birth to a little girl today, but they weren't able to save her." Ash sighed.
"She was pregnant? She never said anything." Dean's mind started flashing back, looking for signs, anything that would let him know something was wrong. Guilt wrenched through him as he remembered his last visit to the Roadhouse, the hurt look on Jo's face had broken his heart that day.
"Dean, I think you need to get here."
"I doubt that Ellen wants to see me right now." Dean stated.
"She called you, remember."
"Yeah, I still don't know why."
"Just get here as soon as you can." Ash hung up the phone and Dean looked at his brother.
"Jo's dead. We have to go." Sam's jaw dropped. Jo was kind of like a little sister to him, well the closest thing he ever got to one. The Harvelle's, Ash, and Bobby were the only family him and Dean had. He noticed tears in his brother's eyes as he got up to start packing. Within minutes they were on the road headed for Nebraska.
What should have been a six hour drive turned into a four hour drive. Sam followed Dean, as they walked towards the nursery ward of the hospital. There they found a distraught Ellen, being comforted by a sad looking Ash. Even Bobby was there.
They said nothing as they approached the grieving mother. Ash nodded at Dean, and Dean placed a hand on Ellen's back. She turned quickly, throwing her arms around his neck, catching him off guard. They stood like that for a long time. Dean even caught himself letting a few tears fall down his cheeks. When they finally parted, he noticed that Sam, Ash, and Bobby were nowhere to be found.
Ellen walked over to the nursery window; a sad smile graced her lips as she pointed towards a tiny bundle of pink blankets. "That's her. Right there in the middle." He followed her finger and stared at the child. His thought he might faint when he saw the card on the front of the crib.
"Baby Girl Winchester?" He asked. His voice was shaking, and his legs felt like jelly."
"Yeah. We haven't named her yet. Jo wanted to wait until she was born before she named her. Something about it being bad luck."
"Winchester?" He stared at Ellen.
"She wanted to tell you. It's my fault really that she didn't. No offense, but I just didn't want her to be with a hunter. I thought I was protecting her. She loved you, you know."
"I loved her too." He stated, suddenly sure of it. Ellen just nodded.
"Congrats, Dean Winchester. You're a father."