AUTHORS NOTE: Hey People! Ok so a few days ago I saw my dance teachers new born baby girl and she is the cutest thing ever! She has huge ass eyes and the cutest little chubby cheeks ever. Aren't babies cute people? And seeing her made me wanna update this story quickly so here is the next short chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it and envision Dean's future babies:)
P.S. So I did the math and I'm calculating that Dean is about 32.5 weeks pregnant. Just thought you guys should know.
Chapter 11. Feel. Deans Pov. One week later.
I hear a knocking behind me and I look back to see Dad leaning against the door jamb.
"Hey Dad." I give him a small smile from where I'm sitting and he smiles back.
"You've done a lot in the last few days haven't you?" He asks, stepping into the nursery. "You haven't been over doing it have you?" I roll my eyes.
"I've been taking breaks and asking Bobby to lift the heavy things." I say, rocking back and forth gently in the new rocking chair. He sits down on the stool next to the middle crib and sighs.
"I never imagined you building a nursery son," he says with a chuckle, "but the role kinda fits." I stop rocking.
"What do you mean?" I ask curiously.
"I mean you raised Sam since you were four years old and whenever you're around children you just go into 'make this child happy' mode; you're a natural Dad." He leans forward, resting his un-casted arm on his knees. "And I can tell that you love those kids that are inside of you to death." I chuckle lightly and rub the side of my stomach.
"Yeah I've been in the hospital several times since this has happened, that's great parenting right there." I say sarcastically.
"Don't be like that Dean. You'll be the perfect Dad and you know it." He stands back up and walks over to the dresser I finished putting up.
"How's your arm Dad?" He looks at me over his shoulder and gives me a shit eating grin.
"It's perfectly fine, the doctors just don't agree with me yet." I laugh and he walks over to me, reaching his hand towards me. "Let's go downstairs for some lunch, then I'll help you finish this nursery up."
"Dad you don't need to help, you should be resting." I insist.
"I wanna help you son, these are my grandbabies we're talking about." I bite my lip to stop the tears from falling. Stupid fucking hormones!
"Thanks Dad." I give him a smile and grab onto his hand. He pulls me into a standing position and doesn't let go of my hand until I find my balance.
We came back to Bobby's a few days ago and every things been tense between me and Sam; he avoids me as much as he can and he won't even acknowledge my pregnancy. Do I disgust him that much that he cant even stand to look at me? Am I that evil in his eyes that he's punishing me? It's not like I CHOSE to do this, I was FORCED! Is it wrong that I didn't want these kids to be killed or have a bad life just because they were created in a horrible way? I gave him my fucking life since I was four years old, I thought I deserved his respect but I guess I was wrong.
"Sam me and Dean are having some lunch, do you want anything?" I hear Dad ask from the living room as I open the fridge. I hear the TV turn off and the sound of Sams crutches hit the floor. So the show starts.
"Look who's back from the dead." I say jokingly when Sam comes into the kitchen. "Those pain meds are turning you into a zombie." Dad chuckles and Sam just nods his head slightly.
"Yeah meds do that to people." He sits down at the table and lays his crutches down, extending his casted leg outwards.
"And so does you're cooking." Dad says as grabs plates from the cupboard. I take the towel on the counter and whip it at his arm.
"Hey my cooking is awesome thank you very much." He laughs and ruffles my hair playfully.
Dad's been acting weird to; he's never usually this friendly. He's making jokes, trying to be helpful, and is acting like the apple pie life type of Dad that Sam always wanted. I mean at first I was kind of cautious of this behavior, but now I just take it in. I don't know how long he'll be this caring person but I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts. I feel a kicking at the right side of my stomach and a thought pops into my head.
"Dad come here for a second." I say as I stop spreading mayo over a piece of bread.
"What is it?" He asks, looking a little worried. I give him a grin and I grab onto his hand, placing it on the side of my stomach. The girl kicks his hand and Dad takes a breath in. "Wow." He says, his eyes bighting a little bit.
"I thought it was about time you met your granddaughter." He laughs.
"God I remember when your Mom would have me feel you and Sam moving, it was always so amazing." I smile at the mention of Mom as his hand pulls away. "Those kids are going to be a handful when they're here, good luck with that Son."
"Oh I don't need luck, I have Winchester genes in me, I'll be acting on pure instinct." I hear a chair scrape behind me and I turn to watch Sam stand up.
"I'm actually feeling kind of nauseous from the meds, could you save me one of those sandwiches?" he asks as he brings his crutches under his arms.
"Sure, have a good nap dude." He hobbles out of the room and I lean back against the counter, bringing my head back onto the cabinet lightly to make a small thud noise.
"I'm sorry Dean." Dad says, a look of anger and regret in his eyes.
"What ever, I'm getting used to it." I lie, not wanting Dad to worry too much. I finish preparing the last sandwich and I grab the plate. "Let's eat shall we?" he nods and grabs some drinks from the fridge.
Great. Just fucking great.
END OF CHAPTER! So what do you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Please review and let me know! I wrote this chapter to set the scene for Sam finally showing his emotions so I hope you guys are pumped for the next update:)