AUTHORS NOTE: HEY PEOPLE! So this is the chapter that you've all been waiting for, you get to learn the reason for Sam being an asshole that we all wanna punch! I hope you guys enjoy:)
Chapter 12. The truth. Deans Pov.
I jerk back slightly as the cold gel is squirted onto my stomach.
"You think I'd be used to this by now." I say, watching as the doctor grabs the paddle and sets it on my stomach.
"Son your mother never got used to it either." Dad says with chuckle from the chair in the corner.
"And there they are." The doctor says, pointing to the human looking blobs on the screen. Dad stands up from his chair and looks at them closer.
"Pretty sweet huh Dad?" I ask, looking at them in aw. I know I've seen them with the ultra sounds a lot but it always feels like the first time; the joy of them never goes away.
"Yeah they are." Dad squeezes my shoulder and gives me a smile.
"Hmm." The doctor murmurs to himself and I look up, fear creeping into my chest.
"What?" the doctor looks at me with an apologetic look.
"Sorry I didn't mean to worry you; I'm just surprised."
"What are you talking about?" Dad asks, trying to get the doctor to answer quickly.
"Triplets are usually born early, but they don't seem to be in the right position." He trails off and I feel even more panicked.
"Is this bad?"
"It's more common for males to go close to full term with multiples than women because you generally have bigger body structures, don't worry about it at all." The doctor says, and Dad gives my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. The doctor turns off the machine and hands me some paper towel. "Well that's all for today but I'd like to see you in a week to watch these babies movement."
"Yeah sure." I wipe the gel off my stomach and Dad helps me sit up.
"Do you have any questions?" I shake my head.
"I'll ask you next week." The doctor looks at my father for a moment then gives me a small knowing smile, realizing that I don't want to ask these questions with my father here.
"Alright; Well I guess I'll see you next week." The doctor extends his hand out to Dad. "It was nice to meet you John."
"You to." Dad shakes his hand and the doctor leaves the room. "Let's get you off that exam table shall we."
I'm fucking huge and I can barely move anymore without something hurting; I don't feel like this is my body anymore. I mean I love these kids to death and all, but being pregnant with triplets is hard.
"Got your balance?" Dad asks once my feet are on the ground and I nod. "Well let's head out."
I'm fucking huge and my emotions are all over the fucking place. I can't stand this drama shit at home anymore! I'm fucking terrified about having everything ready before the kids are born, Dad is too nice, and Sam is being a dick. I'm getting too pregnant for this shit!
"Need to stop anywhere before going back to Bobby's?" He asks once we're in the car as he starts the engine. I cant fucking take it anymore.
"Why are you acting like this?" I finally ask, turning my head to look at him.
"What?"
"You've never been this nice before; why are you acting all buddy buddy?" He looks me in the eye for a moment then sighs, turning off the car and turning to face me fully.
"I wasn't the best father in the world while you were growing up, let alone after I found you in that motel room…" I cut him off.
"You were fine Dad." I defend. He gives me a small, sad, smile.
"No I wasn't; I put too much responsibility on you when you should have been a kid." He rubs the back of his neck nervously. "And after you were raped I didn't try to talk about it with you…" He trails off. "Just…you need family now more than ever and you deserve to have your Dad actually acting like a Dad on not some drill sergeant." I feel my eyes start to burn and I curse myself.
"Fucking hormones." I mumble, wiping away the tears, and dad just chuckles.
"It's ok son." Dad squeezes my shoulder comfortingly. "You have a while yet to still use the hormones excuse." I laugh as I wipe the last tears away. "So are we good now?" he asks.
"We're good." He smiles and starts the engine back up. He backs out of the parking space and drives out of the parking lot. "Dad." I say after ten minutes of silence.
"Yeah?"
"Has Sam talked to you?" He scratches behind his ear and sighs.
"Don't let him stress you out Dean, you don't need that right now." I roll my eyes.
"He's my brother Dad, I can't not worry about him." I shift my body in the seat to find a more comfortable position. "I'm gonna force him to talk."
"Dean…" I cut him off.
"No; I've let him be an asshole about god knows what for too long and I can't take it anymore." He stops at a stop sign and he looks at me briefly before going.
"How do you wanna do this?" He finally asks.
"I don't know, something will come to me when the time comes." He pulls into the salvage yard and parks the car by the front porch.
"If you need my help with this just say the word."
"I need to do this alone." He nods and gets out of the car. My door opens a moment later and I grab onto his outstretched hand. He pulls my into a standing position and doesn't let go of my hand till I find my balance. "I also need food so I'll be in the kitchen." He laughs and we walk into the house.
When I step into the kitchen I see Sam sitting at the table finishing up a sandwich while reading the newspaper. This is your only shot Dean, don't chicken out now.
"Hey Sam." He looks up at me with a guarded expression.
"Hey." I close the kitchen door behind me and walk over to the fridge to grab something to drink. Can't escape so easily now. I open a can of Sprite, take a sip, and go to sit across from him at the table.
"How's your leg?" I ask, trying to build up the courage to question him about being a dick.
"It's better." He answers, setting the paper down and grabbing one of his crutches from the floor. He stands up, puts the crutch under his arm, grabs the dirty plate from the table, and hobbles over to the sink. He leans his hip against the sink for balance and leans his crutch along the counter. He turns the sink on and starts to wash the dishes that are piled in the sink. Trying to dismiss me huh Sammy?
"What's your issue dude?" He puts a plate into the dish washer.
"What are you talking about?"
"This cold shoulder bullshit." It takes me three tries to finally stand up from the chair. "You're not a kid anymore Sam, tell me what the hell your problem is." His shoulders tighten a little.
"Nothings wrong Dean." He says, and I can clearly tell he's lying. I walk towards him, leaning up against the counter about three feet away from him.
"Bullshit." He sets a glass onto the counter. "Stop lying and tell me what the fuck your problem is!" He chuckles humorlessly and continues to clean the dishes.
"You know what's funny?" He asks. "You actually think you can raise these kids correctly." He states, and I feel my hand going into a fist.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You're a hunter Dean, always have been and always will be, you'll drop them off at some shitty motel somewhere and they'll grow up to be fucked up like you."
"You don't know anything."
"Don't I?" He sets two more glasses down onto the counter and looks at me. "Look at yourself Dean; you're not even trying to take care of these kids yourself, you're pulling Bobby into your mess." He goes back to the dishes and I feel my eyes start to burn.
"I raised you since I was four years old; you have no right to question my parenting skills." He sets down another glass.
"And look how that turned out Dean." He turns the water off. "We're fucked up." I feel a sharp kick at the left side of my stomach and I rub small circles on the area. Sam looks at me rubbing my stomach with blank eyes.
"You have no right…" He cuts me off and grabs his crutch.
"No. You'd be better off putting these kids up for adoption so they can be in a loving family." He starts to walk away and I explode.
"Fuck you Sam!" I step away from the counter. "You are a selfish fucking prick you know that? You don't know what I've been through you ass! You have no fucking idea how it feels to be drugged, tied to a bed, and forced to live through the most painful and violating thing in existence! I hate the fact that they were brought into this fucked up world this way but I love them to death! Out of all this shit something beautiful came out of it and I will do anything to make sure they have the best life imaginable! You don't even know…" I grab his shoulder and everything goes wrong.
He turns around and pushes my hand off of his shoulder. I jerk back and the next thing I know I'm falling down. I reach out behind me to try and grab onto something but I only hear the shattering of glass. My upper back hits the edge of the counter top and I slide down onto the floor.
"I don't know!" He screams. "I was going to be a Dad Dean; Jessica was three months pregnant when she was killed! Not only was the woman I love murdered but my child never got the chance to live! I wanted a normal family all my life and when I finally get something beautiful in my life it gets ripped from me!" He takes a deep breath. "How is any of this fair? How can you get something so wonderful in your life and I get it taken from me? You don't deserve these kids! I wish my child was alive and yours were taken instead!" Dad pops up behind Sam out of nowhere and grabs him.
"Sam that's enough!"
"Dean?" Bobby crouches down next to me. "Shit son." He grabs onto my right arm and I look down.
"Oh god." I finally register the pain in my arm and the sight off my arm covered in blood and glass makes me sick. I slap my left arm against Bobby in panic. "Sick." I gasp out and his eyes widen in worry. He uses all his strength to pull me up and he practically carries me into the bathroom. I drop down onto my knees painfully, a sickening crack sound echoing through the room, and I throw up into the white toilet bowl.
"Shh it's going to be ok son." Bobby sooths, rubbing circles onto my lower back. "Just let it out." In between the heaves I sob hard, my mind too fried to pinpoint the exact reasons for feeling like I wanna crawl into a hole and die. "You're going to be ok Dean." Bobby says as he presses something cold onto my head.
"No I'm not!" I practically scream, and Bobby pulls me into his arms.
"Shh." He rocks me from side to side as I sob into his shoulder.
Kill me now.
End of chapter! So what do you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Please review and let me know! I'll try to get the next chapter of this up within the next few days. It'll be in Bobby's pov.
Thanks for reading!
P.S. Sorry for any mistakes. It's 3 am and I wanna get this up quickly.