Days in Stride
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, just borrowing for pure enjoyment.
Summary: A series of moments in Alyx Winchester's life, from the time Dean and Jo found out they were going to be parents, up until the story, 'Beautiful Disaster'. May include "deleted scenes" from 'Beautiful Disaster' as well. It might help to read 'Beautiful Disaster' first, if you haven't already… A/N: Thanks to St0pSmackinMe07 for the nifty title!
Jo Winchester—as she was now formally known, since her wedding three months ago—lay beneath the soft sheets of the bed she shared with her husband, Dean, in their small apartment. She was lying on her side, watching the steady rise and fall of Dean's chest as he slept. The warm sunlight pouring from the window above enveloped them both, surrounding the newlyweds in a heavenly-like glow. Jo smiled; she had been watching him for quite awhile now. She had gotten up early this morning, and hadn't been able to fall back to sleep after running an errand and receiving some exciting news…
News she was going to share with Dean, once he woke up. She was almost tempted to wake him herself, but figured it was too cruel. He rarely got a chance to sleep in on the weekends. Actually, the couple didn't get to stay home on the weekends very often; they were too busy taking care of hunts with Dean's younger brother, Sam. The trio had teamed up for hunting gigs since Jo had moved in with the boys, a month or so prior to the wedding. She left behind the Roadhouse, Ash, and her mother, Ellen, to start her life here in Lawrence with the Winchesters. It was hard leaving, but it wasn't like she would never see them again. Especially now.
Jo draped her arm across Dean's chest, and rested her head gently on his shoulder. She was slightly surprised when he stirred, and started running his hand through her long, blonde hair. She looked up at him, her blue eyes meeting his green. They shared a kiss, and Jo slid in closer to Dean.
"How long have you been up?" Dean questioned, his voice groggy.
"Awhile."
"Trouble sleeping?"
"Sort of." Jo answered. There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice. Somehow, Dean could just tell she was hiding something, but decided not to nag her about it. The two of them were both incredibly stubborn, so the argument would go absolutely nowhere anyway.
Jo sat up and climbed out of bed. Dean sat up as well, watching her carefully. She disappeared from the room for a moment, then returned, holding a large shoebox that was covered in wrapping paper. She sat back down on the bed, and handed the box over to Dean, who stared at it curiously.
"It's not my birthday."
Jo rolled her eyes, restraining herself from smacking her husband in the back of the head. Sure, he called out her 'dumb blonde' moments all the time, but Dean was known to have some of his own. Jo loved him dearly, but he could be so dense sometimes.
"I know that, Dean. I'm not an idiot."
"Well, then, what's this?"
"Just open it."
"This isn't some sick joke, right? I mean, nothing's gonna pop out at me or anything—"
"Dean, will you shut up and open the damn box already?" Jo snapped. Dean threw up his hands in mock defense.
Does he always have to ruin the moment? Jo wondered.
Apprehensively, Dean ripped the wrapping paper off the box and glanced at it before removing the top. Inside, there was a yellow rubber ducky, a pacifier, a pair of baby booties, and a book of baby names. He stared it, then at Jo, and finally, back at the random items placed in the box.
"Are…are you serious?" Dean asked, shocked. Thankfully, he had put the pieces together. Jo nodded, hardly able to contain her excitement.
"Yep. I'm pregnant, Dean! We're going to be parents!"Jo shouted happily. Dean pushed the box aside, and the newlyweds shared a kiss, Dean wrapping his arms lovingly around his wife's waist. Jo and Dean knew it was a slightly frightening thoughtto think of themselves as parents, but that worry was quickly replaced with pure joy.
Walking hand-in-hand, they went to the kitchen, where Sam was sitting at the table, drinking coffee and reading over notes. He was taking some college courses, studying to become a high school Latin teacher.
"Mornin', Uncle Sammy." Dean said, not even bothering to hide his huge grin. Sam's head shot up, a look of genuine confusion plastered on his face. He looked at the two of them, both smiling madly.
"Uncle? Wait…Jo…you're—"Sam was at a loss for words. Him, an uncle?
"We're going to have a new addition to the Winchester family." Jo stated. Sam got up from the table and gave a Jo a hug, and clapped Dean on the back as a sort of 'congratulations' gesture.
"Wow…Congratulations, you two." Sam said, as the expecting parents took a seat at the table. Jo was absolutely beaming.
"Ya know, Sam, when the baby comes, you're gonna have to watch out. The baby might mistake you for an aunt instead of an uncle, with all the pansy stuff you pull." Dean laughed. Sam glared at his older brother.
"Very funny, Dean," Sam said flatly. "You're a real comedian."
"Damn straight," Dean replied. "Jerk."
"Bitch." Sam countered. Jo rolled her eyes. Poster boys for immaturity. She thought.
It made her wonder if they were ready to welcome a little one into their lives.
'Cause God only knew that she had enough babysitting to do already.