My Old Room
So I would be telling you all to go check out the plain old banner for Castiel that I made which I am absolutely in love with and stuck in my profile like the rest of my banners...except Fanfiction has stopped all the links from working. They explain why on their homepage but that doesn't make it any less annoying. So many pictures...no way to view...
So anyways...that's my rant...now it's on with the story!
Jacey sat back on the couch, eyes watching the hand resting on her stomach as she tried not to laugh. Standing outside the room, Dean barely paid any attention to what his father was saying as he watched his mother and the red headed girl interact.
It only took one week before Jacey actually, finally, met Mary. She had been talked into it by John when she had brought in the lunch for the boys the Monday after her weekend of dates with Dean. She didn't talk much to the Winchester patriarch since then due to him wanting to save the real conversations for when they were all together so as not to exclude Mary. Jacey and Dean had barely been in the door for two minutes before the mother had pulled the young girl to sit and proceeded to hand off advice.
At first Dean thought Jacey would have hated all the attention. He knew how much she didn't like her brothers crowding her, after all. The more he watched however, the more he saw Jacey actually enjoying everything. She listened to Mary with rapt attention and when the red head hugged the older woman, there were actually tears in her eyes. Dean figured his mother was either politely ignoring them or didn't even notice when they drew apart but he really had to ask.
When Mary rose to check on dinner, Jacey almost went with her but was told to stay put. John, with a knowing smile on his face, gave up his attempts at conversing with his son and went to help his wife. This left Dean alone to go into the living room and sit with the expecting mother.
"You okay?" He asked, a grin crossing his face.
"Yeah, fine...perfect even." Jacey assured him. "Your mom is so great, Dean. I love her!" She turned to look at him, green eyes welling up as the brightest smile came to her face. "I can't begin to express how much I appreciate all the advice she's giving me. Not to mention she's not getting on my case about the how and when."
"Mom must really see something she likes in you." Dean mused thoughtfully. He smiled when Jacey pulled his hand to her stomach so he could feel the baby kicking away. "How's that feel on your end, anyways?"
"Really weird." Jacey tried to explain. "You just feel the bumping against your hand, I'm feeling the twists and turns. The peanut is gonna run out space soon."
"Oh no." Dean over dramatized his exclamation, making the red headed girl laugh. "We have to do something."
"Like what?" Jacey asked, trying to sound serious but failing miserably.
"I...have no idea." Dean admitted. He shook his head and sighed. "Alas my dearest, you are doomed for another few months." He sympathetically patted the rounding stomach before him and Jacey swatted his hand away, laughing so much, tears were running down her face. Dean smirked and pulled her to his side, kissing the top of her head delicately.
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"I think the best part had to have been near the start where he's trying out his...urban camouflage." Jacey recited, telling the tale of the movie she and Dean had watched the other weekend.
"I stand by the train bit." Dean argued playfully.
"You would." Jacey remarked with a grin.
"We definitely need to see that one then." Mary commented, giving John a look.
"Uh...right, yes, of course." John quickly agreed. He wasn't a fan of theatres but Mary loved going so he put up with it. Jacey and Dean just smiled at the parental couple.
The chatter continued on, many different random conversations being picked up and merged into ones that were equally as random. It happened in such a fashion that when Jacey noticed it and asked, no one could tell how they got from one topic to the next. The atmosphere in the house was warm and inviting, a feeling that the red head just didn't want to lose. Mary had whipped out old photo albums and Jacey had swooned over all the baby pictures of the boys while Dean and John disappeared to do some "manly" things.
"She's quite the girl, that one." John commented, leaning on the hood of the Impala and looking out at the neighbourhood.
"Yeah." Dean agreed. He lifted his beer bottle to his mouth and tilted it up enough to get a sip out. "Mom definitely likes her."
"Your mother likes that Jacey's taking all the advice and attention." John pointed out, chuckling. "Remember with Lisa. Cut your mom off right at the start."
"Lisa did tend to rely on her own mom for just about everything." Dean mused. "Still does actually. Jacey ain't exactly talking to her mom, not since her dad had his say in things."
"Never really got the full story with that, you always just said there was complications." John reminded his son. The older man turned his eyes to the younger. He watched as Dean twisted his beer bottle between his hands, picking at the label. It was the general sign that there was something on the young man's mind and the father waited patiently for whatever was going to come out.
"I punched her dad out." Dean finally confessed. John's eyebrow lifted in curiousity. "After I found out Jacey was pregnant with my kid, I went to the house, punched him a couple of times. Told him if he ever got near her again then I'd do worse."
"What if the day comes when he's willing to make amends?" John asked.
"I'm going to be there for that, make sure she's fine." Dean stated firmly.
"You like it, don't you?" John mused, grinning. Dean looked at him with an eyebrow raised in confusion. "Jacey's a strong girl, no doubt, but she's one who's willing to admit when she needs help. She's quite the opposite of Lisa."
"Yeah...she really is." Dean muttered.
"You're falling for her, aren't you son." John questioned, phrasing it more like a knowing statement than a true question. Dean just looked at him, unsure how to respond, before he lifted his eyes up to the stars.
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"Hey Jace, you about ready to..." Dean faded off his question when he finally returned to the living room, only to find the girl asleep on the couch. He paused, his head slowly tilting to the side. A grin crossed over his features as he walked over. Crouching down, he lifted a hand and carefully brushed strands of red hair from Jacey's face.
"Now that's a look I've never seen on your face." Mary spoke softly, jolting her son from his thoughts as he looked over to where she stood in the doorway. "Never looked at Lisa like that."
"You got my old room made up, didn't you?" Dean questioned, grinning slightly.
"She just seems so comfortable, no point in moving her across the city back to her apartment now, is there?" Mary defended. "Plus, I know you've had a couple of beers. What sort of mother would I be if I let you drive home?" Dean shook his head, smiling, and stood up. He carefully turned Jacey on the couch so he could get one arm around her shoulders and the other under her knees. Lifting her was easier than he expected and her arms instantly moved to encircle his neck. With his mother following behind just in case, he made his way up the stairs to his old bedroom.
"I'm good from here, Mom, thanks." Dean whispered once Mary had opened the bedroom door for him.
"I'll see you in the morning." Mary concluded, closing the door.
"Alright sneaker, just you and me now." Dean muttered. Jacey laughed quietly against his neck before lifting her head up. "So when exactly did you wake up?"
"When you lifted me up." Jacey replied, smiling sneakily. Dean carefully put her on her feet then wagged a finger in front of her, clicking his tongue. "Aww, am I going to get a lecture now?"
"Sweetheart, you're lucky you're pregnant or I wouldn't have carried you up those stairs." Dean pointed out.
"Sure you would have." Jacey retorted.
"Oh yeah? What makes you think that?" Dean asked. He thought he had her there, with her head tilted and a thoughtful expression on her face. The expression changed though and he suddenly regretted jumping to that conclusion when the smirk appeared.
"Because...had your mother not been around...I likely would have been doing...this." Jacey pointed out, just a second before she leaned forward to press her lips to his neck. Dean blinked a couple of times, caught by surprise before he grinned. His hands fell on her hips as he brought her closer then one lifted to tilt her head up so he could properly kiss her.
"Let's see now...we already got your old bed, I think we need to get mine." Dean whispered, a mischievous smile on his face.
"The difference is your parents are actually home." Jacey reminded him. Despite her argument, she didn't stop him when he pulled her shirt up over her head. "If I remember rightly, you're loud."
"Not as loud as you." Dean pointed out. His hands curled around behind her back and rubbed gently as he lay kisses across her face. "But I'm sure we can stay quiet." The kisses moved down to her neck where he nipped softly.
"Oh you are so taking advantage of this stage." Jacey moaned softly.
"Damn right I am." Dean agreed, his hands running softly up and down Jacey's back. "I'll keep you quiet."
"How?" Jacey asked.
"Nice...and slow." Dean whispered softly. His voice sent a shiver down her back and all she could do was finally nod her consent. Dean smiled triumphantly and kissed her full on, bringing her body up against his. He unhooked her bra easily and tossed it out of the way. Her hands had lifted to pop open the buttons on his shirt and she actually groaned in frustration at the wife beater beneath it.
"Why layers?" Jacey whispered, frowning.
"It's damn cold out." Dean countered. Green orbs rolled in annoyance which quickly melted into pleasure when the man stripped off his shirt and the wife beater. Jacey's hands ran appreciatively over his chest and arms. He watched her run her inspection and, when she was finally satisfied with moving forward, he kissed her once more and shifted them onto the bed.
Her pants joined the rest of their clothes on the floor and small giggles escaped her mouth as Dean placed kisses over her stomach. Jacey put a hand over her mouth to stem the laughter and got a wicked smile from the man hovering over her.
"This isn't going to do anything bad is it?" Dean asked, suddenly cautious.
"Oh please." Jacey laughed. "People have sex all the way to the end of pregnancy. Have you never seen Friends?" With Dean's blank expression turned towards her, Jacey sighed and shook her head. "Apparently sex is actually a way to induce labour when one is overdue. That doesn't mean I'll end up going into labour off this so don't even ask." The look on Dean's face nearly brought on a whole new set of laughs that would have rang throughout the whole house if the red head hadn't pulled the man into a kiss.
"Okay...I'm convinced." Dean mumbled against her lips. Together they quickly worked to remove his jeans and any other little pieces of clothing that would be in the way.
"About damn time!" Jacey groaned happily. Dean chuckled and kissed her neck softly. "Remember...quiet."
"Darling, you remember that." Dean argued.
"Whoever ends up making the noise, buys breakfast tomorrow." Jacey challenged.
"Then I am so making you scream." Dean promised, smiling wickedly.
"Bring it on, baby." Jacey teased, right before she ended up with the first moan of the night as they finally connected.
Okay so they needed to have their super naughty moment and it just wouldn't be Dean and Jacey without a challenge...okay so it just wouldn't be one of my stories without something like that. Sorry this took me a while to get up. I'm not making any promises but if I can remember what's currently in my head for the next chapter, I might possibly, maybe have it up within the next week but really, don't hold your breath. I've made that promise before and fell through. I will make the attempt though.
And once again, Damn Fanfiction for closing off the links in profiles for now. I'll link it here so just take out the spaces to see my truly wonderful Castiel Prayer picture (okay so I think it's truly wonderful, I adore the darn thing!).
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