Author's notes: This fanfiction has been deleted and now resubmitted because I was reading over it and noticed a lot of spelling errors. I have fixed as many up as I could find and now it's back up! Thankyou to those that had sent me wonderful reviews for the older one of this fic and sorry that I was unable to update it as often as I should have. But I guess I have returned faith this this fanfiction and am now fixing the other chapters of any possible spelling errors and will have them up soon. The older one had up to chapter three on here, so I'm going to add th next two after this and then give you all chapter four :)
Note to those that haven't read this before: This isn't a classical "Dean or Sam with kids" fanfic, nor is it a pure romance foc. Not that there is anything wrong with them because I love them, but I jsut don't want everyone getting the wrong idea :P It's my imagination of what a possible future is for the boys, and Dean will have more understanding what Sam and John have been through in terms of Jessica and Mary.
Also, this chapter and chapter two is mainly all about what happened in the past that led up to "now". So as of chapter three, it'll be "present" time :) Just so you know, and the stuff in italics is all flashback stuff :)
Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
Pairings: Dean/OFC's and SamOFC
Spoilers: None, that I'm aware of
Dean Winchester was tired and very pissed off. He'd had a tough day and yet another argument with his stupid, younger brother Sam.
Dean dragged himself out of the shower and got dressed for bed. He walked down the hallway and peeped into the room beside his. Yep, he was fast asleep, good. Dean then went into his own room and collapsed thankfully onto his double bed. Why he had a double bed was a mystery, guess he just liked his space…or perhaps share it with someone for a night, but nah, not with him in the room beside his.
Dean closed his eyes almost right away and just willed for sleep to consume him.
Even now, the events that changed his life and Sam's life permanently were still not left totally in the past…
Five years ago…Sam and Dean had just arrived at Santa Fe, after hunting down a demented Gargoyle creature in Phoenix. Right after they'd killed the stubborn son of a bitch, Dean received a cryptic message from a woman whom said she'd slept with him about two years ago and her name was Sara, in which she was sure he'd forgotten. But Dean did not forget her at all. Sara Ohio was one of his personal favourite and it hadn't been just a one-night-stand either, they'd dated for what…a week? Dean then came to realisation that his father was missing and seeked Sam out, consequently leaving Sara behind.
She'd called him a few rare times since then but now she was practically ordering him to get his ass back to Connecticut or else. Dean may think that when a woman is angry it makes her hotter, but he also knew it meant they were scarier and very much more dangerous, so he agreed. Sam wondered why they were going to Connecticut almost instantly after solving their case and Dean just shrugged, saying that the gargoyle thing may have just about killed him both within ten minutes…but not doing that Sara said could have him dead with Sam counting the seconds. Sam rolled his eyes but agreed as Dean would have starting whiny like a kid otherwise and he was too tired to have any tolerance for his elderbrother's immaturity.
So they got to Connecticut and Dean still remembered where Sara lived so after they'd slept and eaten, they went right over to see her and that innocent action was what changed their lives permanently.
Sara answered the door and grabbed Dean. At first he thought she was trying to choke him to his death and was certain of that theory once he started struggling to breathe, but then realised there was no pain and she was only hugging him. Dean pat her back awkwardly and she practically dragged him and Sam inside, locking the door behind her.
'So ah…' Dean shrugged and let the question hang. She got the message and nodded.
'Yeah, we need to talk' she said, all enthusiasm swept from her face.
'Um' Sam shifted his feet nervously and wasn't sure if this concerned him in any way. 'I'm gonna ah, you know? Get us a motel or something'
'No, you can stay here…we have the room' Sara told him and Sam cursed to himself as he'd been hoping for an escape.
'Okay…well I need to call Bobby' Sam said and quickly left before Dean reminded him that'd he'd just gotten off the phone to Bobby.
'Be careful with her!' Dean called after Sam. 'She's been through a lot lately!'
'Her?' Sara questioned nervously.
'My car' Dean corrected with a smile.
Sara nodded and rolled her eyes. 'Of course' she sighed and remembered Dean's "undying love" for his Impala.
'Dean I know this is probably not the best time and I know how much your job means to you…but it's been two years now and I just can't keep the truth from you anymore' Sara said and sat next to him on the couch.
'What truth?' Dean asked. 'You look great by the way' he added with a grin.
'Dean focus…the truth about-' Sara's confession was cut short as there were the soft sounds of someone small running around on the floor above them and then down the stairs slowly.
'Mummy! Mummy, I did it!' a small boy not much older than two came running over to Sara with a too-familiar grin on his face.
'What?' Sara asked, distracted as Dean was now staring at the kid.
'My shoelaces' the boy said slowly and pointed to his shoes where his shoelaces were all knotted together.
'Ah…nice try honey, almost perfect' Sara said and tried not to laugh.
Dean was still eying the kid weirdly with an unreadable expression. The boy was wearing a dark shirt and blue jeans, he had sandy-coloured hair that look almost identical to Dean's, but his eyes were as green as Sara's. The boy was also clutching a werewolf action-figure in his small hands.
'Hi' the boy said to Dean, pulling him from his suspicious and panicky thoughts.
'What?' he asked in a way much like Sara had a few minutes ago.
'He said hi' Sara whispered.
'Oh right…um, hi' Dean nodded to the boy and the kid ran back towards the stairs, taking each step carefully as the two-year-old was yet to master the art of climbing stairs.
Sara noticed that Dean was still watching the boy and she was able to read a hint of him thinking deeply about the situation and doing the math, which she didn't know he could do as he always acted so immature and like he hasn't got a care in the world.
Dean turned back to her and shook his head, pointed to the spot on the stairs where the boy had just been.
'He's not…I mean he can't be…?' Dean stuttered.
'Ah, um, well actually yea, that's why I called you here Dean' Sara said and let the sentence hang unfinished but did not confirm his suspicions. She got up and wandered to the kitchen.
'So he's…?' Dean asked, trying to get some form of confirmation from her and followed her to the kitchen.
'Mummy!' came the boy's terrified squeal and both adults raced up to his bedroom in panic.
'What is it honey?' Sara grabbed him and hugged him tightly.
'He's back' the boy said and sniffed but wasn't going to cry; he hated crying.
'Honey, I told you…nothing in that closet is going to get you' Sara put her son back down and ruffled his hair. 'Now get ready for your bath okay?'
'Okay mummy' the boy said and left the room. Sara sighed and noticed the serious expression on Dean's face as he eyed the closet.
'Ah Dean…?'she asked, then it hit her. 'Oh Dean, no…it's nothing like that. Trust me I know, it's a rat that lives in our walls and Josh just won't believe me. So wipe off your "work-face" and…I dunno, do something' she rolled her eyes and went in search of her son so she could get him into his bath early, since Josh had been playing next door again and their neighbour's son loved the dirt.
'Josh?' Dean questioned and followed her to the bathroom door, but stayed out of view.
'Yeah' Sara said and came to the door as Josh grabbed every toy in reach. 'That's his name' she said and whispered. 'Your son's name is Josh' she told him finally.
'My son? So he is mine?' Dean asked and the panic arose again.
'Yeah' she replied and shut the bathroom door as she went in to help Josh undress for his bath, even if he hated bath-time.
Dean stared at the closed door for a moment then raced downstairs, skidding and tripping the whole way to the front door. He dug through every pocket he had for his cell phone.
'Sam!' he yelled into the phone once his brother answered it on the third ring.
'Yeah? What, did something happen?' Sam asked, nerved by Dean's tone of voice. The only time Dean used that tone was with someone stole his car or something was seriously wrong. Sam had the Impala parked just outside the café and it was in clear view, so it had to be the latter.
'What took you so long to answer?' Dean snapped as his mind was going a thousand miles ahead of him.
'Ah, I was eating' Sam said and figured this wasn't a near-death call otherwise Dean wouldn't be avoiding the reason as to why he'd called.
'So, what do you want?' Sam asked, hoping to get Dean to the point as he was getting looks from the hot waitress, not that had any intention of turning into his brother…but she was admittedly hot, and watching him with a smile.
'Get over here…now' Dean said quickly. 'I have a son'
'What?' Sam asked and tipped his coffee everywhere. 'Ah crap!' he yelped as it spilt on him and it's boiling. Miss "hot waitress" rushed over to clean it up. 'Um, Thanks' Sam smiled at her nervously.
'Ah hello?' Dean said, bringing him back to the situation at hand.
'Are you sure? I mean, you're absolutely sure?' Sam asked and of all the tens of millions of things that could have resulting in Dean to call him with whatever crisis he'd managed to have thrown at him…this was at the bottom of Sam's list, well actually it wasn't even on the list. But the weird thing was, that it actually didn't surprise him as much as it should have…Dean has slept with a lot of woman, but he's not that lucky.
'Look, I know Sara okay? Well at least I think I do…but she's not the kind of person to just say something like that without being 100 certain she'd right, that's what made her the dominant one in our relationship'
'Relationship?' Sam laughed. 'Since when does Dean Winchester have a relationship with a woman?'
'Just…get over here' Dean said in annoyance and hung up as Sara and Josh came down the stairs.
Dean looked at them like a rabbit about to be run over by a lawn mower.
'I…I was just, um…' Dean tried to make an excuse as Sara carried her (correction-their) son into the room. Josh was wearing his dark blue pyjamas that had little moons all over them and his hair was wet, but he attempted to dry it with a towel.
The phone in the kitchen rang, so Sara instinctly handed Josh to Dean and rushed to answer it.
Dean was caught off guard and almost dropped the little boy, but Josh hardly noticed as he was getting frustrated with his wet hair and threw the towel on the ground angrily.
'Hey' Dean said to him and picked it up. He sat down on the couch with Josh on his lap and tried to dry his son's hair. 'A man's hair is a very important part of his image' Dean told Josh as Sara hung up the phone (cursing to herself about telemarketers) and spotted Dean drying Josh's hair as her –their- son played with his werewolf toy.
'There' Dean said and removed the towel to reveal his son's face again and that was when it really hit him harder. Josh looked up at him with a calm, relaxed expression that reminded him so much of himself and there was just something about the way the little boy looked at him that made Dean feel…weird.
'Ah, um…you'll need your mum to brush it though' Dean said and placed the boy on the couch before he moved away from him. Dean felt that if he got too close then it would be true…but if he stayed away then he would wake up to find that his had just been a terrible nightmare…but was it that bad?
Sara grabbed Josh's brush from the table and knelt down to brush his hair.
The front doors almost slammed open then and Dean was prepared for possible attack, only to find his brother standing there.
Sam noticed how confused Dean looked and reminded him that he'd called him.
Sara rolled her eyes. 'Dean Winchester's a father…why not alert the defence force?' she rolled her eyes but then shut up as she'd forgotten Josh was there for a moment. She looked at her son and saw the way he glanced up from his toy and eyed Dean in interest.
'Sorry' Sam said, feeling he had to apologise for just barging in like this. But the moment Dean had any form of responsibility that he could not run from…Sam could not help but be there. The look on Dean's face was priceless.
Sara shrugged and looked at the time. 'Oh! Um, you boys want some dinner or something?'
'Pizza' Dean and Josh said in unison, which caused Dean to shut up instantly.
'Pizza! Pizza!' Josh jumped up and down. 'Please mummy?'
'Don't you pull those innocent eyes on me Mr…that didn't even work for Dean' Sara glared but as usual, gave in anyway.
'We try' Dean smirked but he was feeling very queasy inside. 'Actually, I'm not very hungry. So ah...where am I sleeping?' he asked, remembering that Sara said they could stay at her place.
'Upstairs, room beside Josh's' Sara told him and went to order pizza.
Dean nodded and raced upstairs. This was too much for him to handle right now. He showered and got into bed, feeling the comfort that only Sara seemed to be able to create when she made beds, but he was happy and for a moment totally forgot everything that was going on…