How to Save a Winchester

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Chapter Three

x Ella POV x

Emmett and I woke up the next morning and he offered to make breakfast. During the whole time we've dated, he's never once made me breakfast. I had to take him up on his offer.

He made some type of 'secret concoction'. I watched him from the breakfast bar.

"Emmett, are you going to tell me," I asked, putting on a slightly pouty face even though his back was to me.

He shrugged. "Nah."

"Emmett," I whined, playfully.

He glanced back at me. "Yes?"

"The baby and I would like to know. Please?" Pouty look again. He'd cave sooner or later.

"Baby," Patrick asked as he walked in. "What baby?" He plopped down in the seat next to me.

"Pat, shush," Emmett hissed, glancing out into the hall to see if any other family members had wandered down. He came over and whispered to his brother. "Ella's pregnant." Patrick tried to comment. He looked excited to be an uncle. "Mom and Dad can't know."

"Why not?" That put a damper on his parade.

"We're waiting until this whole thing with Frank dies down. Cool?"

Patrick shrugged, nonchalantly. "That's not soon. Dad and Mom just found Mary and Frank in bed together."

Emmett shared a look with me. I had to keep from laughing. This family was so interesting. "A baby is nothing compared to that," my boyfriend commented.

"Baby? Who's pregnant," Mrs. Winchester asked, coming in with Mr. Winchester close on her heels.

x Emmett POV x

"Mom, Dad," I said, startled, sharing a look with Ella. "Um…"

"Emmett and I want to announce something," Ella covered for me, standing up and grabbing my hand.

I smiled at her. "We… we're…"

"They're having a baby," Taylor announced, walking in the kitchen. Everyone looked at her, dumbfounded. How'd she know? She glanced at us all and answered our question before we voiced it. "I feel the baby." Duh.

"Congratulations," Dad said, smiling. It looked like he pinched Mom slightly, as if to bring her back into current time.

"Welcome to the family, Ella," Mom agreed.

My girlfriend smiled. "Thank you, Mrs. Winchester."

Mom corrected her, "Call me Alex or Mom."

"Mom," Ella corrected, "Thanks, Mom."

"Emmett," Dad said, sternly, "what about the curse?"

Ella looked to me, confused, as I answered Dad, "I haven't told her." He gave me a 'you-know-better' look. "Soon," I promised, "soon."

x Mary POV x

When I woke up, it took me a second to figure out my surroundings. And when I did, I almost cried.

Frank was already awake, watching me.

"Morning," he whispered, cheeks red from embarrassment.

"Morning," I whispered back. We were silent for a second. "How'd-"

"You fell asleep and I didn't want to wake you up, so I just set my alarm. And that didn't go off and…"

"Frank," I said. He was getting nervous, "How'd we end up like this?" We were pretty tangled in one another.

"Good question," he replied. "I don't know." We were silent for another second. "Do you want to get untangled?" He smirked slightly and I realized that the old Frank was back. Not the one that let his guard down slightly when I hugged him last night or the one that I woke up to this morning. The carefree one.

"No, I'm good," I said honestly.

His smirk became a genuine smile. "Me too."

A little while later, we had to get up otherwise Dad might find us. "Frank," I said, "I have to get up."

"Yeah," he nodded. "I should too."

We untangled ourselves after getting stuck twice. I walked toward the door and listened. No one was in the hall. I was about to open the door when Frank whispered over.

"Mary?" I looked toward him. He tossed me a box. I caught it. It was a jewelry box. I opened it carefully. It was just a plain, gold band.

"What's this," I asked, looking back up to him.

"It's my grandmother's ring. When I got kicked out, I took it with me. I want you to keep it safe for me."

I thought for a second. "Is this a promise ring," I asked.

"No," he corrected, cheeks turning a slight shade of pink again. "I just want you to hold onto it for me."

"Okay," I nodded with a smile.

I quickly escaped his room.

This was too a promise ring.

x Dean POV x

Jess, the kids, and I went to Sam's that day. We heard that Emmett came home for awhile with his girlfriend.

And when we got inside, we were met with a family conference in the living room. God, how I love these.

Mary was sitting in the loveseat with her friend, Frank. Taylor was sitting on the floor next to them. Emmett and some girl I didn't know – but assumed it was Ella – were sitting on the couch with Tommy. Patrick, Chris, and Emily were sitting by the fireplace. Sam was in the middle of the room with Alex. Jess had leaned against the door frame. I stood behind her put my hand on either of her hips.

"Alright, we're all here," Sam announced. "Let's get started." He made sure everyone knew everyone by going over names quickly before getting into the interesting stuff. "Most of you guys know by now that Ella and Emmett are having a baby." Applause broke out and I couldn't help but join in.

I smiled. Of course they'd name the baby after me.

"You all know Frank. He's staying here for a little while." Sam paused, thinking what else to say. "Oh, and everyone knows Tommy-"

"Tom," Tom interrupted.

"Tom," Sam corrected, "applied for Harvard, right?" Nods were all around. "I got a call yesterday," Sam continued, looking at his son. "And the admissions officer wanted to talk to me. Apparently, he got Tom's grades the other day and reviewed them. He wants to accept Tom with-" Tom's face held pure joy as his father continued, "a full scholarship."

The next thing I knew, Tommy was up, hugging his father so hard that he knocked the wind out of Sam. So much for the whole 'I-hate-my-family-especially-Dad' thing that he had going on. Sam returned the hug and everyone applauded again. When they pulled away but kept an arm around the other's shoulders, Sam announced, "I'm paying to take everyone out to dinner."

After everyone dispersed a few minutes later, I grabbed Sam. "What about the curse, grandpa?"

"I know," Sam whispered. "Emmett has to tell her yet."

"What," I asked. "The part about us being a living Fantastic Four without the costumes? Or the part about some chick with warts laying mojo on his family?"

He gave me a dirty look.

"Sorry," I said, "but come on Sam!"

"He said he'd tell her today so that we can figure it out."

"Fine," I caved. "I'm calling Bobby see if he can help us again."

"Dean, last time he tried to help…"

"Yeah, you're right," I admitted. Bobby missed death by half an inch last time.

"Dad?"

I glared at Sam. "I'm not calling him. You remember what happened last time." Dad and I had gotten in a huge fight. I really don't remember what it was about though…

"No, I don't, Dean," Sam said before glancing at Emily and Chris. "And they need to know their grandfather. Last time he came around, Em was six. She's ten, Dean."

"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled. "I'll call." Sam nodded. "Now go worry about whatever it is you're fighting with Alex about."

"How'd-"

"Lack of contact." I smirked. Those two were normally holding hands or at least brushing up against each other – unintentionally though. But they were really steering clear of the other this time.

"Then call Dad."

I whipped out my cell phone. "Go talk to Alex."

He watched my eyes for a second before realizing how dead serious I was and giving up. He started toward Alex.

I walked outside to call Dad.