A New Beginning

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Chapter Two

Dean drove like a mad man. He was going 80 mph to the hospital – on back country roads. He probably scared all the people in their houses, but he sure didn't need to have his 'baby' reupholstered, because he pulled in front of the hospital, where several people were waiting with a wheelchair. Dean helped Sam and Jess out and then swung into a parking lot. He was now waiting in the appropriately titled 'Waiting Room'.

He heard his parents before he saw them.

"Dean! Sam," his Mom called from down the hall, until a nurse told her to be quiet.

Dean stood and his mother ran toward him, his father at her heels. His mother looked full of excitement and fear as she stopped when she reached Dean.

"Dean! Where are they?"

"Delivery room."

"Can we go in?"

"Mom," Dean said in that are-you-kidding-me tone, which gave his mother her answer.

"What do we do," John asked from behind Mary.

"Wait," Dean said motioning to the abundance of chairs in the room.

John nodded as both elder Winchesters sat down in the waiting room. Dean joined them, as he replayed the day's events over and over in his mind. He had woken up and then went to work – Dean had a job with the government (before he landed this job, he had to fix some problems he had with the shape shifter dieing for him) helping prevent anyone from getting fake IDs and all around trying to prevent people from using them. A plus to his job was there was much excitement, busting in on people. Not to mention, that he was legally allowed to own, carry, and operate a gun. He had left at three and came home, took a shower, and had some long needed lunch – a burger and fries. Then he met up with his girlfriend of three weeks, Sara, and ate more food – ice cream. The pair then proceeded to go to a candy store and buy tons of candy, which they then ate in the park, just for kicks. Dean had offered to have Sara stay for diner, but she declined claiming she had to have diner with her parents. So Dean had diner and went upstairs to crash, when Sam had waken him out of an X-rated dream involving Dean, Sara, and a bottle of chocolate syrup. Then he was here.

"Dean," was heard shouted through the hall. Dean looked up. There was Sam running toward him in green scrubs.

Dean stood and ran toward Sam. Not knowing what else to do, Dean threw his arms around Sam, hugging him – and creating Chic Moment #6 between the pair. Dean whispered four words that only Sam could hear.

"You did good, Sammy."

The two pulled away. Then and only then did Dean realize how happy Sam was. Sam's face wasn't the normal sloppy, puppy looking smile. It was full of glee. Sam looked like a little kid in a candy-store. His eyes were wide with excitement.

"Mom, Dad," Sam said as the two approached the younger men, "I have a baby boy! A boy! Can you believe it?"

Mary hugged her son as tears started to come out of her eyes. John patted his youngest son's shoulder and smiled. They had a grandson.

"We haven't named him yet. I've got to go do that," Sam said as he turned around. Before he took his first step Sam shuffled around and gave a request. "Mom, could you call the Moores? Here's their number," he said as he fished a piece of paper and pen out of his pocket, "Thanks. And we're in 105."

Sam flashed a smile and was down the hall, practically sprinting, within seconds.

Mary scurried off to call the Moores and share the joyous news of their new grandson, leaving John and Dean.

"Dean, don't you have a date with that girl? What's her name? Susie?"

"Sarie," Dean exclaimed, referring to the nickname he had given her the first day they went out, "I do. Awww, shit. Should I cancel or-"

"Go. She's all I've been hearing about for the past three weeks. Please, go."

Though his father sounded more like he was commanding then suggesting, he didn't mean to. It was his natural tone, since he had never fully gotten over believing that the demon was dead. But all and all, he was a good father and meant well.

"Uh- alright," Dean said as he scratched the back of his neck, "Tell Sam and Jess congrats for me."

With that, he turned and strolled down the hall. He hit the elevator button and was out of sight within thirty seconds.

John stood there, watching the same hallway that both of his grown children had walked down not even minutes ago. John felt complete. He had the family he had always wanted. All was right with the world. For the most part.

Mary surprised John, as she came up from behind him and whispered in his ear, "Boo!"

She had done little things like that before she went missing, but now she preferred to say boo, like a ghost. Just because it sounded ironic. John smiled as he slipped his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. Both Mary and John held million-dollar-smiles as they walked down the hall to Room 105, to greet their newly born grandchild.

In the Hospital Room with Sam, Jess, and the new baby…

Sam paced back and forth, both hands on his temples, thinking. Jess lay in her hospital gown on the bed, rocking her new son. The baby had eyes that looked like chocolate pudding and the biggest mop of dirty blood hair. He weighed nicely at 8 pounds 9 ounces. Jess watched as her boyfriend paced back and forth.

"Sam," she said in a soothing way.

"What," he asked gently as he stopped striding and looked at the woman who gave birth to his son.

"Stop pacing and name the baby," she said calmly.

"I thought about names," Sam said carefully and thoughtfully, "I think Jason Dean."

"Why?"

"Because Jason means 'healer' and the little guy," Sam said as he gestured to the baby, "He kind of is healing all of are wounds by being here. And Dean, for Dean."

Jess smiled. She liked the name.

"Jason Dean Winchester," she said out loud, "I like it."

Sam smiled. He now had a baby boy. A Jason Dean was brought into the world because of him and Jess. He had a son. He was a daddy. Sam leaned over and kissed his girlfriend on the cheek and then his son on the forehead. He now had a normal white picket fence family – almost.