Time for an AU!
The year is 1969. Dean is fighting in the Vietnam war, leaving the rest of the group back in Kansas.
I had fun writing this one, who knows, maybe it will continue! Reviews are always welcome. Happy Easter everybody :)
As usual, I don't own supernatural or any of its characters.
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May 12th, 1969
Dean sat in the rigid airplane seat, tapping his foot anxiously, staring up at the seatbelt sign. As soon as the light flipped off, he sprang up out of his seat, grabbing his bag from the overhead compartment.
He was home. He was actually home. He had made it through hell. That humid, bloody hell, just like he had promised them he would. He had seen stuff over there that scared him shitless, that haunted him every time he closed his eyes. The only solace he had was remembering home, and imagining meeting his baby girl.
He'll never forget the phone call he got about four months in to his tour. He had gotten a message from his patrol leader that his wife had sent him a message to call as soon as possible, that it was urgent. Dean's mind immediately went to the worst possible scenario as he waited to be connected to her.
"Hello?"
"Emily? Hey baby, I love you, are you okay? What's going on? God it's good to hear your voice again." The words stumbled out of his mouth, running together.
"No, Dean, I'm fine, I guess."
"You guess? What, is it Sam or Kacey?"
"No it's not them, they're fine."
"Then why did you call?"
"I went to see the doctor yesterday. I haven't been feeling good lately..." Her voice trailed off.
"Are you sick? How bad is it?"
"I'm not sick-"
He cut her off, not listening to what she was saying.
"If it's bad I could probably get them to send me home, I've heard of it happening before."
"No, you can't come home, it's not like that."
"No, if something is wrong I need to come home."
"Dean-"
He continued talking over her, his anxiety taking over.
"The army can go fuck themselves, we shouldn't even be here anyway."
"Dean."
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, preparing for the worst. He heard her take a shaky breath in before continuing.
"I'm pregnant."
Silence filled the line as the news sunk in and it took a minute before either of them could talk.
"Dean, I'm sorry, I don't-" her voice broke off, he could tell she was crying.
"Baby, what do you have to apologize for?" He said gently.
"I don't know." She whispered, trying to keep her voice steady.
He laughed, a huge smile spreading across his face.
"We're gonna be parents." He said.
"Glad to see you're so happy about this." She said in a low voice.
"You're not? Em, we've talked about having kids since before we got engaged."
"Yeah, well I didn't exactly imagine having them while my husband was halfway across the world fighting in a war." She spat.
"Emily..." He trailed, trying to keep her calm.
"No, Dean! I can't do this. I can't do it by myself, you're not coming home for another eight months, if you make it home at all." She said, her voice breaking on the last word.
"Emily, listen to me." He said sternly. "You're not going to be alone. You really think Sam or Kacey would let that happen?"
"No." She answered in a soft voice.
"Exactly." He said, moving into a softer tone. "If there is anyone in the world that can handle this it's you, baby. You can do this, I know you can."
He heard her crying through the phone, all he wanted to do was hold her and tell her it would be okay.
"Look, before you know it, it will be May and I'll be getting off that plane and I'll have a new little one to welcome me back." He said gently.
"You promise?" She asked.
"I promise."
He heard her take a deep, steadying breath.
"Okay."
"Please let yourself be happy about this. I am."
"Okay." He could hear her smile through the receiver.
"You won't stop writing, will you?"
"Never." She said. "You should get back."
"I love you." He said, his voice almost catching in his throat.
"I love you too, Dean. I'll see you soon."
She sent him three letters a week, like clockwork. Some weeks would pass where they wouldn't get delivered to him, but then the next delivery would come with 6 letters instead. It was a relief to step into her world through her words. She would tell him about the weather, about how her kids at the daycare were doing, send him new songs she had written, give reviews of the movies she would go see, but most of them were filled with things about the baby. When she first felt it kick, how she would sing to it and tell it stories, updates from her doctors appointments, baby name ideas.
Some letters were longer than others, he could tell which weeks she was busy or when she especially missed him (his birthday, their anniversary, holidays). Sometimes she would include pictures, pictures of her swollen stomach, some of her and Kacey and Sam, Bobby and Ellen, Cas and Amy, pictures of things she was buying for the baby, but sometimes just pictures of the town they lived in. 'To remind you of home' she would write. He kept all of them in his backpack and wore some of them out by rereading them on the really bad days, mostly the one he got right after she was born.
Emily had decorated it, 'Julianne Mary Winchester' was written in script across the top, along with her height and weight, with ten pictures of his little girl inside. He wrote back when he could, the length varying on where he was stationed at the time. He tried not to tell her what it was like out there, did his best to sugar coat it, but she wasn't fooled and got him to open up when she could.
The flight attendant smiled sweetly at him as he walked out the door.
"Welcome home sir."
He smiled gently and nodded, ducking his head and stepping outside.
...
Emily stood at the airport gate, pushing the stroller gently back and forth. She had been painfully waiting for this, keeping a tally of the days on her calendar.
It had been a year since Dean was deployed. It had all happened so quickly, the draft was televised, he was picked, shipped off a couple months later. The first couple months were hell for her, even worse when she found out she was pregnant. She would watch the coverage on the news and pray that she wouldn't be one of the people to get a knock at her door some afternoon. It got easier eventually, the nightmares would only happen every couple weeks, her heart didn't drop in her chest every time the doorbell rang.
Sam was in school and had avoided the draft and Cas had burned his draft card in protest so they, along with Bobby, Ellen, Amy and Kacey had taken care of her. She was over at Sam and Kacey's house all the time, ate meals with them, went to the movies, Kacey and Ellen were at every doctors appointment. Cas and Amy would pop in every now and again from the road to help distract her, telling her about the crazy things they did at recent concerts or at the commune.
Kacey had been the most help. Emily was notorious for bottling up her emotions, and Kacey was notorious for getting her to spill her guts. She would stay up all hours of the night, being whatever Emily needed her to be. A shoulder to cry on, someone to scream at, someone to tell her fears too, or just someone to be with.
When Julianne was born, either Bobby, Ellen, Kacey, or Sam were over at her apartment every hour of every day, helping her with everything from changing diapers, to bath time. Cas would sing to Julianne and Amy would make her dresses. A couple days in and Julianne had all of them wrapped around her tiny finger, and they were all head over heels. Ellen and Bobby were thrilled to have their first "grandkid", the rest to have a "niece". Emily was just grateful she had a family to help take care of them.
Kacey had been with her that very morning, spending twenty minutes with her while she tried to figure out what to wear to the airport. Half of her closet ended up thrown onto her bed before Kacey pulled a collared dress, pale teal with polka dots, from her closet.
"Dean loves you in this color. Plus, it brings out your eyes." She had said, handing the dress to her.
Now here she was, standing in a crowd of people, watching as a plane pulled up to the gate, waiting for him to finally come back to his family.
Her heart was pounding as the first couple of passengers stepped out of the gateway, many of them other Vietnam soldiers. The front gate was quickly crowded by reunited couples and families, hugs, kisses, and tears. Emily stood up on her toes and craned her neck to see around them. Sam had a much better vantage point, towering over most of the crowd. She only knew he had come through when she saw the smile spread across Sam's face, his finger raised in front of him.
"There he is!"
All she could see was a mass of people in front of her and the top of a huge brown duffel bag being pushed quickly through the back of them. She felt a wave of relief rush over her as she saw those glowing green eyes break through the crowd and run up to meet them.
He dropped his bag as she ran forward and jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
"Hey baby." He laughed into her ear, burying his face in her curly hair, kissing her temple.
She cried softly into his neck, running her fingers through his hair, noticing it was longer than when he had left. She kissed his neck gently and breathed him in.
He moved his shoulder up, causing her to pull back and look him in the eye. He smiled at her sweetly and wiped her cheeks with his thumb.
"Told you I'd come back." He said.
She put a hand on his face and kissed him hard, his lips tasting just as she remembered them. She pulled back after a while, not wanting to make too much of a scene.
"I love you." She smiled.
"I love you too." He said, planting another kiss on his lips.
She unwrapped her legs and he set her down, kissing her forehead on the way.
"Sammy." He said, like a sigh of relief, as he wrapped his brother in a hug.
"Welcome back." Sam said with tears in his eyes, clapping him on the shoulder.
He let go of Sam and turned to Kacey, scooping her into a hug and kissing her cheek.
"Good to see you kid." He said.
She kissed his cheek and pulled away.
"It was boring around here without you." She laughed.
Dean turned to see Emily bent over the dark blue stroller, lifting a tiny bundle out of it. He took a few steps toward her, peering over her shoulder. He stared down in wonder and the little thing in her arms, a pair of bright greens eyes peering up at him. Emily turned around and looked up at him, tears still falling down her cheeks.
"Daddy's home." She said, her voice catching in her throat.
Dean put a hand gently on Julianne's head, stroking her thin blonde hair.
"Hey Jules." He said, a smile spread wide across his face.
She reached up at him, cooing and smiling.
"Here." Emily said, holding her out slightly to him.
Dean stepped back a bit, nervously.
"I don't know, I've never- uh." He stammered.
Emily laughed gently, stepping toward him again.
"Just put your arms out like you're holding a football."
He held his arms out awkwardly and Emily gently shifted her into his hold. Dean looked up at her, a terrified look on his face and Emily laughed again, wiping her eyes.
"Baby, she's not a piece of glass, I promise she's tougher than she looks. Just have to support her head." She said, shifting his arms slightly so that Julianne's head rested in the crook of his elbow. "See?"
He smiled and bounced her gently. Julianne stared up at him, a tiny smile playing at her lips. Dean smiled back and moved his hand on top of her, her little hand curling around his index finger.
"I kind of thought she'd be scared of me." He said, still looking down at her.
"I wasn't gonna let that happen." Emily smiled, petting Julianne's hair. "I showed her pictures, played old videos we had so she could hear your voice. She knows exactly who you are." She said, looking up at him.
Dean shifted his gaze to Emily and kissed her again, being careful not to squish the tiny human in his arms.
"You ready to go?" Emily asked, looking up at him.
"Yeah." He said, turning to face Kacey and Sam. "Do you guys want to come over?"
"No man, you spend tonight getting to know this little one." Sam said, walking over to Dean and planting a soft kiss on Julianne's head. "She's something special."
"We can come over tomorrow." Kacey said, wiping her own tears from her cheeks.
"Sounds good." Dean said.
Sam walked over and grabbed Dean's bag, throwing it over his shoulder. The group walked towards the exit and out into the warm late May afternoon. When they reached the impala and Kacey's mustang, Emily dug around in her purse and pulled out a pair of car keys.
"You wanna drive?" She asked, holding the keys out to Dean.
"I'll just sit in the back with her." He replied, looking down at Julianne, her fist still locked around his finger.
Emily smiled and pulled her hand back.
"Well here, let me hold her and Sam can show you how to collapse the stroller, I can never get that thing to work."
He handed her off to Emily and got to work on the stroller. Sam showed him how it folded up and they put it in the trunk while Kacey helped Emily get Julianne strapped into her car seat. They said their goodbyes again and went off on their separate ways.
"I think she's falling asleep." Dean said, stroking her cheek with his finger.
Emily looked up at him in the rear view mirror; his look was completely transfixed looking down at the car seat.
"She usually takes a nap in the afternoon." She answered.
"Right, you said that in the letters. And she sleeps through the night?"
"Depends on the night, but mostly yes. She's a good girl."
The rest of the drive home was like he had never left. Emily humming softly along to the radio while Dean just stared at his little girl, memorizing every delicate feature on her face.
They pulled into their driveway and Dean gently lifted Julianne out of the car seat, careful not to wake her up. Emily stepped out of the car and walked to the front door, turning the key in the lock and walking in.
She led him into the nursery, grabbing a blanket from the dresser.
"Like I mentioned, I didn't do much decorating in here, I wanted you to help out with that." She said softly, putting a hand on his back and guiding him to the crib.
"I know you missed a lot so I wanted to wait to do some things until you got back."
Dean leaned over the railing of the crib and laid her down gently and Emily laid a soft pink blanket down over her.
"That's the one Ellen made for her. It's her favorite." She said with a smile, reaching down and brushing a little piece of hair on her head.
Dean put his arm around Emily's shoulder and kissed her temple. She turned into him and buried her face in his chest, taking in his smell, which, surprisingly, hadn't changed. She pulled back and kissed him gently on the lips.
"C'mon." She whispered, taking his hand and leading him out the door.
"Hold on a sec." he whispered, letting go of her hand and walking back into their bedroom.
She left the door to the nursery slightly cracked and walked towards the kitchen.
Dean walked into the bedroom and unbuttoned his dark green uniform jacket, hanging it up in the closet, leaving him in the pants and a thin white t-shirt. He smiled when he saw a picture of him in a frame on the bedside table on her side of the bed. He kicked off his boots, leaving them by the bed before walking back out to the kitchen to see her rummaging through the refrigerator.
"Damnit. I meant to go grocery shopping earlier. I was gonna make burgers." She trailed. "Uh, I can make you a peanut butter sandwich, that about all I've got."
"That works for me." He smiled.
"Oh, I've got this left over pasta thing from a couple days ago, it should still be good."
"Whatever." He said, reaching around her to grab a beer.
"Or I could go grab something."
"Em." He laughed, turned her so that she was facing him and wrapped his arms around her waist, his face an inch away from hers. "Seriously, I don't care."
He leaned in and kissed her, setting the beer back in the fridge before closing it.
"I'm not even that hungry." He mumbled against her lips, turning and lifting her so she was sitting on the counter.
He wrapped her legs around his waist, hiking her dress up to the top of her thighs.
"Yeah right." She said dubiously as he kissed her neck.
"Food can wait." He growled into her ear, grazing his teeth against her neck.
"Whatever you say, soldier." She teased, pulling his face to hers to kiss him.
"You're such a dork." He laughed against lips.
He slowly unbuttoned the front of her dress, sliding it down her shoulders. She pulled the sleeves off and he pushed the dress down to her waist, sucking light bruises into her collarbone. She pulled his shirt up over his head, running her fingers down his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her, carrying her back into their bedroom.
He bent over to set her down on the bed before tripping over the boots he had taken off earlier, causing them both to fall on to the mattress.
They both laughed and he rolled over, pulling a condom out of the bedside table drawer. She turned her head, seeing the boots on the ground.
"I didn't miss you leaving your shit everywhere." She laughed, lifting her hips and pulling her dress off, throwing it to the side.
"Yeah you did." He smirked, working at his belt.
She rolled onto her side and pushed his hands away, undoing his belt herself. He pushed his hips up slightly so she could pull his pants and boxers off.
"Maybe a little bit." She smiled, kissing him deeply.
He stroked himself a couple times before slipping the condom on. He unhooked her bra and rolled over so that he was on top of her. As she pulled at the straps to take it off he pulled back suddenly.
"What?" She said breathlessly, looking up at him.
"This is...okay, right?"
She gave him a confused look.
"Having sex?" She asked.
"Yeah, ya know, we can do this, right? There's no like...complications?"
It took her a second but she laughed once he realized what he was asking.
"Yes." She smiled, kissing him. "It only takes about a month for everything to heal up, it's fine."
"Okay, good." He said, moving down to her neck.
He kissed gently down her body, working his way down to her waistline. She pushed his head up when he got to her stomach.
"No need to spend time there." She laughed nervously, putting her hands over the stretch marks that covered her still slightly enlarged stomach.
"Stop it." He said, gently pushing her hands away.
He pulled her underwear gently down her legs, tossing it aside. He kissed the inside of her thighs and worked back up, going painfully slowly.
"So beautiful." He murmured into her neck.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling his head up to hers.
"God, I missed you." He said, kissing her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead and moving back down to her mouth.
His tongue invaded her mouth; desperate to make up for the time they had spent apart. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he went into her, causing her to gasp sharply, and arch her back off the bed.
It took them a bit to get their old rhythm back, but eventually they moved together, slowly, like time didn't exist.
She breathed into his neck and he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his voice hitching when she would move just the right way. He told her she was beautiful, how much he loved her, how much he had missed her. She soaked in every inch of him, running her fingers over every part of his body, kissing along his neck and jaw.
It didn't take long for the heat to build up in both of them, causing their orgasms to rip through them, their loud moans filling the room. They pressed into one another, their faces buried into each other's necks. Dean recovered first, laying gentle kisses all over her as she rode the rest of hers out.
He rolled over, slipping the condom off and tossing it in a trash bin next to the bed. When he moved back to face her, she was still lying on her back with gentle tears falling down the side of her face.
"Hey, hey, what's the matter?" He said anxiously, moving over to her and putting a hand to her face. "Did I do something wrong? Are you hurt?"
"No, no, sorry, I'm fine." She sniffed, laughing awkwardly. "Doctor said these damn pregnancy hormones take a while to ware off." She said, her voice breaking.
"It's okay." He said, wrapping his arms around her, shushing her softly.
"I just didn't think we would get to do this again." She muttered into his chest.
"I know." He said gently, kissing the top of her head. "But I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."
She laughed again, wiping her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm crying."
"Don't apologize, sweetheart."
"It's probably a good thing you weren't here while I was pregnant." She said, pulling her head back to look at him. "I would cry at the drop of a hat, it was pretty bad."
He chuckled and wiped the tears off her face.
"I wouldn't have cared." He said, kissing her gently.
They spent the next hour in bed, laughing together and making out like teenagers, catching up on what they had missed. Julianne's cries finally took them out of their little world.
Emily rolled over and glanced at the clock.
"Right on time." She smiled, pulling herself up out of bed.
She grabbed a robe off of their closet door and slipped it over her shoulders.
"I'll go get her." She said, pulling on her underwear from the floor and walking out of the bedroom and into the nursery. "Put your stupid boots away!" She called from the hallway.
Dean smiled and stood up, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear from the dresser and pulling them on. He picked up his boots from the floor and set them down in his closet, hanging up his pants and t-shirt that were thrown around the room. For extra measure, he picked up her dress, straightened it out and hung it next to the others. He reached into the closet, took an old shirt and slipped it over his head before following Emily into the nursery.
He heard her singing before he entered the room, and walked in to see her sitting down in a rocking chair, holding Julianne to her chest and nursing her. He wasn't surprised by her song choice, she had told him the White Album was all she listened to lately.
'Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free'
He leaned against the doorframe and closed his eyes. He had missed her voice.
'Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.'
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise'
She faded out into a soft hum and looked up to see him standing there.
"She likes when I sing to her." She smiled, looking back down at her. "She likes when Cas does it too."
Dean walked in knelt down beside the rocking chair, stroking Julianne's hair gently.
"Where are those two anyway?"
"At some hippie commune up in the mountains." She laughed. "They said they'll be back tomorrow and will drop by."
Julianne let out a small cry and Emily pulled her upright, laying her on her shoulder.
"Can you get the towel for me?" She asked, pointing to the changing table.
Dean got up, grabbed the pale green towel and walked back over to her, laying it over her shoulder. Emily stood up, gently patting the babies back.
"C'mon." She said, walking out of the room and back into the bedroom.
Dean sat on the bed first, leaning up against the headboard. She sat down in between his legs, leaning back against his chest.
Emily shifted Julianne back down into her arms, gently kissing her head.
"God, she's beautiful." Dean muttered, brushing his finger along her thin hair.
"We did good." Emily smiled.
"You did, she's all you." He said, kissing Emily's temple.
"Yeah, but she's got your eyes."
Dean slipped his arm under Emily's and put a finger on Julianne's chin, coaxing a little smile out of her. She wrapped her fist around his finger, gripping it tightly and bringing it to her mouth.
Dean smiled, pressing his cheek against Emily's hair.
"Sing to her?" He asked.
She smiled and cleared her throat softly.
'Ooh I need your love babe
Guess you know it's true'
He laughed at her song choice; her obsession with the Beatles hadn't changed while he was away.
'Hope you need my love babe
Just like I need you'
Dean spent the rest of the night getting to know his daughter. Emily showed him the ropes, how to give her a bath, how to fix a bottle of milk, how to change a diaper. She explained her schedule and all the little signals she had picked up on, what certain noises meant, little things that would calm her down.
They had peanut butter sandwiches for dinner, Beatles playing on the record player while they danced around the kitchen.
Once they put Julianne to bed, they had sex late into the night and fell asleep with their bodies tangled together.
...
Emily found herself opening her eyes at around 6:30 am, the usual time she would be awoken by Julianne crying to start her day, thinking it was weird how late she was sleeping. She rolled over to nudge Dean awake and found the spot next to her empty. She had a moment of panic, thinking she had dreamt the whole thing until she's at up and saw his boots and uniform hanging up in the closet.
She flipped over the covers, slipping on the robe that had ended up on the floor and walked out into the dark hallway. She noticed the soft glow of the lamp coming from the living room and walked into the room.
Dean was sitting on the couch, feeding Julianne, smiling down at her sweetly. Emily walked around the couch and sat down next to him, kissing the top of Julianne's head.
"Good morning." She smiled, kissing Dean on the cheek.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. She was asleep when I got her but she woke up and I know you said you feed her right after she wakes up so I made a bottle for her, I'm pretty sure I did it right."
She laughed at his nervous tone, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Babe, it's fine. Why were you up so early?"
He shrugged, setting the now empty bottle down beside him and shifting Julianne so she was lying on his chest.
"Nightmare?" She asked, recalling the nasty one he had the night before he was deployed.
"Yeah." He mumbled.
"Wake me up next time." She said, laying her head on his shoulder. "I had 'em too. While you were gone."
Julianne reached out her arm and Emily smiled, pulling her hand up so she could grab on to her finger.
"She's a good comfort, isn't she?" She asked, tickling her neck, coaxing a tiny laugh out of her.
"She is." He smiled.
"Well you two look comfy, you want some breakfast?" She asked, standing up and walking towards the kitchen.
"Peanut butter sandwiches again?" He teased.
"Shit..." She muttered. "Let me see if Kace will move our lunch date up a bit."
By 8:00, Sam and Kacey were over at the house, eggs, bacon, and orange juice in hand. Amy and Cas got back from their trip shortly after they arrived, even Bobby and Ellen stopped in for a surprise visit. Hugs were exchanged all around and they all crowded in the living room, filling up the couches and the floor. Amy put Buffalo Springfield on the record player and sat down on the couch in between Cas and Dean, leaning over to kiss Julianne in Dean's arms.
"How is my little firefly?" She asked, brushing back the hair on Julianne's head.
"She sleeps through the night now." Emily said, walking in from the kitchen.
She handed Amy and Cas some muffins, the only vegetarian option they had, before sitting down next to Dean.
"I think that stuff you gave me helped her stomach a lot."
"I told you! Mint does wonders for little baby tummies." Amy smiled, tickling Julianne's stomach, making her laugh.
"You giving my kid hippie juice?" Dean said with mock indignation and nudging Amy playfully.
"That hippie-juice gave your wife some extra hours of sleep." She said. "They used it for the babies in the commune we stayed at."
"How was that, by the way?" Bobby asked from the couch next to them, his armed draped around Ellen's shoulders.
"Dirty, probably." Sam said with a mouthful of bacon.
"Beautiful." Cas smiled, bleary eyed, from the couch. "It was nice to get away from the turmoil of society's pressures and finally experience true freedom."
"Yeah, sure." Dean scoffed, eliciting a laugh from the rest of the group.
"Be nice." Emily smiled, hitting his arm.
"No, it's okay." Cas said. "I'm used to people not understanding our ways. Besides, oddly enough, I missed his pessimism."
"I may be pessimistic, but at least I bathe." Dean countered, smiling.
"No one likes stereotypes Dean." Amy said, leaning back into Cas's body. "You really think I would be around him if he didn't bathe?"
"After going to The Doors concert with this guy in the California summer heat, I would agree. The body odor on him is incredible." Sam chided.
They all laughed and Amy leaned up and kissed him.
"Ellen, how is Jo liking being on tour?" Emily piped up.
"She's loving it." Ellen smiled. "At least from what I hear, she calls when she can."
"Which is never enough for her mama." Bobby said, patting Ellen's knee.
"I'm still amazed she managed to get a job with Led Zepplin, and a UK tour none the less." Dean said, patting Julianne's back.
"Well, you know her. When she puts her mind to something she's gonna get it." Ellen said, shaking her head.
"Cas, go drag out the guitar." Kacey said, turning to look at the room. "We haven't had a good jam session since Dean left."
"Just use mine." Emily said, nodding to the corner of the room.
Cas stood up and retrieved her guitar and sat back down, tuning it softly.
"Welcome, little firefly, to your first family jam session, where Uncle Cas and your mommy sing beautifully and we squawk behind them." Amy said, leaning in close to Julianne's face.
Cas started strumming and Emily immediately recognized the tune, smiling at him. His gravely voiced filled the room as he started the song.
'I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see those bad times today.'
Emily joined in on the higher harmony for the chorus, smiling at Cas when she did.
'Don't go around tonight,
Well it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.'
Dean turned his head and smiled at her, kissing her softly before she started singing the second verse on her own.
'I hear hurricanes a blowing.
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.'
Julianne smiled up at her when Emily started singing and she grabbed her from Dean's chest as the rest of the group joined in.
'Well don't go around tonight,
Well it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.'
Emily pulled her knees up close to her chest and laid Julianne down against them, taking her hands and moving them with the beat. She was smiling up at Emily, laughing when Dean leaned over and tickled her before leaning back and slipping an arm around Emily's shoulders.
'Hope you got your things together.
Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Looks like we're in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.'
Sam stood up from the couch, taking Kacey's hand and dragging her with him. She threw her head back and laughed as he slipped an arm around her waist and they danced around the living room.
'Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.'
Dean took in the scene around him, Sam and Kacey tripping over their own feet as they danced, Cas swaying along with his strumming with Amy's head leaning against his shoulder, Ellen leaning against Bobby, smiling at the kids that had basically become their own, and Emily under his arm, gently dancing with their little girl in her lap. He turned and kissed her temple and they finished out the song, thankful to be back the amazing family they had managed to put together.
'Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.'