September. 1989, Hartford, Connecticut
The bar was barely lighted but he still could make out the beautiful girl in the corner. When he thought about it a little more she seemed more like a woman than a girl, her hair felt in blonde curls down her back and reached her waist. He couldn't tell what a eye color she had from the distance he was at. But he was sure that they were just as lovely as the rest of her. The bar wasn't too crowded but there were enough hard working man like him trying to enjoy their evening off. Though John Winchester enjoyed his job through and through he couldn't wait to get away from home.
Yes he loved his sons but they reminded him so much of his dead wife that sometimes he reached a point where he couldn't bear his situation. And at this bars no one knew who he was, what he did for living or if he had kids. It was just him and a few glasses of Whiskey and sometimes after that he left with a nice woman. Suddenly the scratching of chair next to him interrupted his thoughts. as he looked up he found the corner-woman next to him.
From close up she looked even more pretty though a lost expression showed on her face. Nervously she sat up and down obviously trying to get comfortable. Which John didn't mind at all, not to make her uncomfortable he took another sip of his drink and watched with semi interested a rerun of football game.
"Excuse me?" She obviously tried to get the barkeepers attention. The barkeeper however seemed busy drying a glass.
"Ahem? Excuse me!?" She tried it again this time with little more effort the man still didn't seem to notice.
"Hey, mister! The lady would like to order a drink!" His voice was louder then hers and immediately he got the barkeepers attention. The woman next to him blushed furiously and nodded.
"Um yeah. A cold beer please." After she got the beer and a few sips on their drinks the woman stuck her hand out and smiled. "I'm Amanda Collins."
He shook her hand and nodded. "I'm John Winchester. Nice meeting you Amanda."
She looked at him for a moment and then said: "I've heard about you."
John raised his eyebrow and made her continue.
She turned red again and chuckled. "OK. I have never heard of you. Though I thought that would make a great pick-up line unfortunately I didn't have a Pointe." She rambled a little. She was adorable, maybe 27 years old perhaps younger.
He laughed. "Most definitely worked without the Pointe." She laughed and winked at him. The evening quickly turned into night and at one a clock in the morning they stumbled slightly tipsy into her apartment.
Where one thing led into another.
5th July. 1990, Marble Dale, Connecticut
I touched my lower abdomen and smiled, I felt the baby stir. I rubbed circles and hummed my favorite song hoping the baby would relax. The baby had a few more weeks to go and I was excited and scared at the same time. The first baby was always the hardest. And for me it was extra hard, I was going to be a single mother. After the one night stand John had left his number on the kitchen table and I had tried to call him up several times. I did not tell him that I was having a baby I just said that it was urgent. He never called me back. After that night in September he told me that a relationship with him wouldn't work because of his job. I never planned on seeing him again anyway. He was just my valve to forget the nasty break up with my Ex-boyfriend Jake. Though John was a really nice guy. Shame on that. I sighed and poured me another cup of tea, my mother the neurotic witch (for lack of other words) put me on a strict diet because apparently "even though the baby was an accident and another thoughtless action of yours I want healthy grandchildren", how nice. I wouldn't have survived the last eight months and two weeks without my secret stock of sweets and pickles. Adding four more spoons of sugar to my tea I started sipping it, silently wishing for some lemonade.
It was a sharp stab that woke me up that night, I sat upright and touched my covers, they where wet. I groaned loudly. "Damn Baby!" Another stab made me suck my breath back in. "Okay, okay nice baby! Wonderful Baby! Please don't hurt me." Shakily I grabbed my cell phone and called my brother. "What's the matter?" He grumbled still half asleep.
"It's me. Can you drive me to the hospital?"
"Who is me?" He grumbled again this time more unpleasant.
"Amanda! You dolt! The baby is coming!" I heard him curse loudly. Typical.
"I'll be there in five minutes! Stay calm don't move your ass and mostly breath just like the yoga video told you too."
I heard something fall to the floor and then he hung up. Idiot. I tried relaxing and slumped back into the pillows breathing in and out. Another stab flashed and I hissed. i mentally cursed myself for not taking real preparation classes. I should've, at least watched the tape and practice like they told me to instead of eating pasta and wondering how tomato sauce with bananas in it could taste so good. Another stab made me sit up again. I rubbed my stomach and tried humming again. It was working relatively well until the baby decided it was time to rip me apart from the insight. I suppressed a scream and settled to grabbing onto the sheets.
"Amanda?" I suddenly heard my brother from the hallway.
"I'm in my bedroom!" This was one of the moments where I wondered how I put up with this idiot over the last years. Or my whole life for the matter. He stumbled in just in pj bottoms and an AC/DC T-shirt. He looked flushed and hyper his eyes darted between me and my stomach and then back.
"I can't believe this, my sister pregnant."
I shook my head again and said thru gritted teeth: "Start believing it! I freaking ate the weirdest junk over the last months and then vomited it onto your furniture. Just take me to the hospital!"
He flinched back and helped me standing up. He steadied me. "My emergency bag is in the hallway."
He nodded and smiled brightly. "I'm going to be an Uncle!"
I shook my head at his stupidity. "Yeah for the fourth time if I remember correctly." He scoffed at me and continued.
"Lydia's kids are way too stuck up. And if there is any chance that they turn out like her or her Albert I'm not going to play football with them."
I rolled my eyes I didn't have time to respond another stab made me grab his t-shirt. "Just bring me to the hospital." He paled slightly and nodded.
6. July. 1990, Hartford, Connecticut
Whoever said that giving birth to a baby is the most beautiful experience of your life has lied. It hurt. And all the way through the procedure I yelled that I wanted to stop and eat a burger and just relax, but the obnoxious midwife insisted on pressing and breathing. Which was crap and I would never talk to that woman again. Although giving birth wasn't that pleasant, holding my daughter in my arms was one of the most beautiful moments of my life. The way her rosy face was glowing and the way her torso went up and down with every breath made me love her. And when she blinked you could easily catch a peek at her beautiful blue eyes. And the cute reddish curls that framed her face. I sighed and stroked her cheek. She was the prettiest girl that I had ever seen. Maybe that was just motherly admiration but even the nurses told me that she was beautiful.
"Miss Collins?" One of the nurses stuck her head into my room she seemed nervous and frightened.
"Yes?" I answered tired.
"Your family is here." Ahu there comes her irritation from. I nodded; this was going to be hell. Immediately after she left my mother, my Dad and my brother came in, Ben was bouncing with his every step and smiled at the pink bundle in my arms. My Mom however looked rather annoyed and my Dad wore his usual indifferent face.
"I tell you Amanda, those hospital clerks are doing no good at anything." My Mom raged, which was usual for her.
"Mom, they only do their job." I tried my best not to laugh at the ridiculous of this situation.
"Incapable! I tell you. It's best if you do this on your own." I shook my head and choose not to argue with her. All of them came closer and looked at the baby in my arm. My Dad smiled a little and stroked her cheek.
"She is really beautiful, isn't she?" He asked more rhetorical than really asking anyone.
"Of course she is, Richard." My Mom stated matter of factly, she shooed him out of her way and took a closer look. "Reddish hair." She wrinkled her nose and kept looking at my baby as if she was some piece of meat.
"At least she doesn't look like Belinda when she was born. What is her name?" I looked down at her and shook my head.
"She doesn't have a name, yet." My mother looked at me disapprovingly.
"No name? You have to be joking! You had nine month's time to decide how to name her."
I shook my head and tried not to yell at her. "She doesn't look like a Vivien Leigh! It just doesn't fit."
My Mom looked even more disgusted and went through her hair with one hand.
"Vivien Leigh? What a name. But so typical." She sat on one of the plastic chairs and pulled her cell phone out of her purse. I choose to ignore and beamed up at Ben.
"Want to hold her?" He nodded and stretched his hands out. Carefully I steadied her head and let him take her. The baby stirred a little but didn't wake up, I was grateful for that.
"She is beautiful." Ben murmured. "Yeah she is."I answered leaning back into the pillows.
"Don't you want to call Jake?" My Mom asked obnoxiously.
"Mom, Jake isn't my boyfriend anymore and he is definitely not the father of the Baby."
She looked at me disdainfully. "You know that he has a right to know about her." I sighed although I told her about me and John's liaison. "It's John Winchesters baby. Not Jakes, Mom. And he wouldn't care anyway."
"If that is so." she said in a voice that clearly said that she didn't believe me. I didn't care much about that. In this moment all I cared about was the little baby in my brother's arms. I removed some sweaty hair out of my face and smiled to myself.
"Then do you want to call that Wumbleton?" My Mom asked once again obviously hoping that I would confess that Jake was the father. I nodded and got up taking my cell phone out of my baggage. "Take care of my baby, Ben!" I said eying him wearily. He nodded still in daze and playing happily with her tiny hand that grabbed his thumb whenever it was close to her. It was almost like he was the father. I made my way over to the bathroom to gain some privacy.
"Uh. This is Amanda Collins... again. Okay..huh. I know it is strange and you probably think that this is some kind of joke..but..um..Your daughter was born today. And I just wanted to make sure that...you know whats..going on...over here. Awkward. If you want to visit her...umm..you know where I live. Obviously...because we had sex...Okay that's what I wanted to tell you..Bye.." With a click the call ended and I set on top of the toilet. I sighed; he probably thought that I was some kind of sick stalker. Or something equally weird. Typical Amanda Collins. What a day.
6th. July. 1990 later that evening, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Johns cell phone signaled him that he had another voice message. Sighing he heard the electronically voice tell him that it was another message from a certain Amanda Collins. He really liked the woman but he told her that he couldn't have a relationship with her. None the less he liked hearing her voice, although her last messages where desperate he never answered one of those messages, strictly trying to keep her out of his life. He pressed the button and held the phone to his ear.
"Uh. This is Amanda Collins... again. Okay..huh. I know it is strange and you probably think that this is some kind of joke..but..um..your daughter was born today. And I just wanted to make sure that...you know what's..going on...over here. Awkward. If you want to visit her...umm..you know where I live. Obviously...because we had sex...Okay that's what I wanted to tell you..Bye.."
As the message ended he dropped the cell phone to the floor, shocked he sat on the edge of his bed. He tried hard to comprehend the things he just heard. Daughter...born. He stood up swearing, the boys where downstairs watching some cartoons. It was a long time ago that they stayed longer in any town. Especially Sam enjoyed the fact that he could make friends in school. Dean liked it too but he wasn't half as enthusiastic as Sam. His eleven year old liked traveling and being restless. Pondering the stairs down he made his way into the living room only to see his seven year old son asleep on his brother's lap snoring softly while some talk show was running. "Dean?" His older son turned around his big green eyes looking at him questioningly.
"We'll leave tonight to Marble Dale." Almost immediately Dean smiled and then asked brightly:
"What's up over there?" John knew that he wasn't ready yet to tell him that he had a sister. So he shrugged indifferently.
"The usual, get ready. And help your brother."