Note to self: do not watch AHBL when under the influence of wine and estrogen!! NOTHING GOOD CAN COME OF IT!!
I am so hormonal at the moment it's a nightmare. I have locked myself away as I keep trying to mount random men and have just sat in the dark crying at the TV LOL...so pathetic.
Well one aspect of the last chap got you all talking and that's shirtless Sammy with the baby...don't let it be said that I don't give my readers what they want!!
Dean provides the comic relief with his sidekicks and I love him being funny but we get some major cuteness on his side too as he continues to find his paternal instincts. Sigh...
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Sam lay back against the side of the bath with a sigh, it had been a long day and he was exhausted. He felt the water ease the tension in his shoulders and began to relax, it was barely nightfall but he could easily sleep for a year. The fact was that worry still nagged at him, he wouldn't truly relax until he knew Dean was safe. All he needed was a phone call and he couldn't believe Dean would leave him hanging like this.
His thoughts were interrupted by Hope announcing the fact that she was awake. Bobby had gone to a motel for the night and Johnny had disappeared to the hospital to relieve Han.
"Is she ok?" He called out to Brooke then tutted to himself when he realised she couldn't answer.
He grimaced as he pulled himself from the bath and wrapped a towel around himself. The crying had stopped. Going into the corridor he frowned as he could no longer tell where they were. He glanced into the lounge which was empty and made his way to the bedroom. The house was spacious and he felt more at ease moving around in it which was a welcome relief after the last place where they were practically living on top of one another.
He found Brooke in their bed with the baby and paused in the doorway to watch her for a second. She was wearing his Stanford tee-shirt and was sat on top of the covers with her legs folded under her rocking Hope gently. Her freshly washed hair hung down her back in black waves and fell over her face as she looked down at the baby. She glanced up at him and blinked which was code for her smiling. He smiled back and went to the bed climbing in slowly next to her.
"You look amazing." He said to her leaning over to kiss her neck.
She raised her eyebrows at him as he scooched down and lay back onto the pillows. Hope had quietened and fallen asleep once more. Brooke leaned over and rested her on his chest as he propped his head on his left arm and stroked her tiny back with his right hand.
"It's weird, she looks a lot like Bonnie but her expressions are totally Dean." he said as he looked at the puckered mouth affectionately. "She even drools like he does in his sleep." He laughed.
Brooke propped up some pillows next to him and grabbed her pad and pen resting it on her bent knees.
Don't worry about him
He looked at the pad. "Easier said than done. You know it's the longest we've been apart since I got hurt? I mean, I love being here with you and Bobby's in town but it's like this huge void when he's gone."
She took a second to smooth a hand over his wet hair and wrote something else. If he can he'll get in touch
"That's what's worrying me...I mean, his cell's turned off and he's out there somewhere fighting god knows what, just to protect all of us. What if he's injured or..."
NO He's ok! She underlined it for emphasis.
"Ya know what's weird, all my life I lived like this...going from crisis to crisis and I couldn't wait to escape it all. I never worried about him when I was at school. Now, it's like my life just stops if he's not here."
It's ok to be scared, but he'd want you to have the procedure
He was silent a second as he read her scrawl. "You know me too damn well sometimes." He sighed and looked at the baby that had been created for him and thought about what Bonnie was going through. He owed it to them to go through with it but she was right, he was scared and hated to admit it to her. Dean would know how to allay his fears and without his brother by his side he felt the odds were stacked against him.
Brooke dropped the pad onto the nightstand. When Sam felt like this words were pointless, only a strong physical presence would reassure him. She removed the tee-shirt and climbed under the sheet, pressing her body to his.
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"Do you have to do that?" Todd frowned at Dean who was walking down the corridor alongside him eating a sandwich.
"Dude, I'm hungry."
"You already had a full platter. Where the hell do you put it all?"
"Hollow legs." He muttered chewing away. "Man, this is good."
"Crumbs!" Todd almost shouted as he paused.
"Christ!" Dean said in exasperation with a full mouth. He rammed the rest of the sandwich into the already crammed chasm grinning disgustingly at Todd as he made it all disappear.
"My god, you're such a child." The man silently counted to ten and carried on walking as Dean chewed noisily behind him.
"What's in there?" Dean asked stopping.
"Bowling alley."
Dean swallowed the food. "You're kiddin'? I have to see this."
He opened the door and went in. Ramirez walked in behind him and switched on the lights illuminating the single lane.
"Ha! This is so cool. I haven't bowled since I was a kid. C'mon Todd crank this baby up." He slapped his hands together excitedly.
"We're not here to play games."
Dean ignored him and glancing down he found the starter switch firing up the lights and igniting the mechanism that set the pins in place. "Awesome!"
Todd sighed heavily by the door and watched as Dean grabbed a ball and weighed it in his hands. He went to the lane and took a few steps and rolled the ball. His technique was shocking but there was no doubt about the power and accuracy as the ball hurtled down the centre of the lane and almost reduced the pins to matchticks.
Ramirez whistled.
There was a loud noise as the ball made it's way back to them. Dean's sixth sense told him it was going too fast and spun on his heel. "Get down!" He yelled throwing himself into Ramirez and knocking him out of the line of fire as the door slammed shut and the balls shot out of their housing like cannonballs. Todd also threw himself to the floor as the balls hit the wall pounding holes into it. Dean turned as the pin mechanism went into overdrive and smoke began to pour out.
"Jesus!" Ramirez yelled.
"Holy cow, this is one powerful bastard." Dean said in awe as one of the chairs in the corner spun on one leg before being propelled across the room.
"Fire!" Todd yelled as an alarm started to sound.
"Stay where you are!" Dean shouted at him as he saw flames licking up from the end of the alley. Dean glanced around him and saw a gas extinguisher against the wall. He crouched down and grabbed it pulling out the pin in one movement. He ran down the lane and deployed it, putting out the small fire in seconds.
He turned to head back to them as a bowling ball flew at him hitting him in the stomach throwing him back down the alley. He groaned as he skidded to a halt winded as the extinguisher flew out of his hands.
He got up again and another ball crashed into the side of his head. The two men watched in shock as Dean bounced back from it like it was nothing. "OK, now I'm really pissed!" He yelled into the room. "You just wait til Missouri gets here, I'm gonna kick your ass!"
As suddenly as it had started everything went quiet and the two Agents breathed an audible sigh of relief.
"Yeah, that's right...you better run!" Dean called out. Shrugging he brushed off his clothes and removed another sandwich from his trouser pocket and took a bite. He walked down the alley and past the two men as though he hadn't a care in the world. "You comin'?" He said with a full mouth.
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Johnny sat in companiable silence next to Rita for a few moments. They'd finally found some common ground and were back to their old selves, as much as they could given the circumstances. Rita was brushing Bonnie's hair, they had just washed it which had taken a lot of effort but they figured that just because as girl was in a coma, didn't mean she couldn't look good. The smell of coconuts filled the air along with the sounds of Total Eclipse of the Heart.
"She's lost a lot of weight." Rita stated frowning.
Johnny looked up from painting her nails. "As far as post-baby diets go it's not highly recommended but it's effective."
"Ya know it's strange? We're just sitting here waiting for someone to die so she can get better. Pretty sick."
"Don't think of it like that...I prefer to imagine angels carrying a new heart down on a big pink cloud."
Rita stared at him. "Lemme guess? This angel built like a Chippendale and wearing a thong?" She asked sarcastically.
Johnny sighed "That's the dream. You know, all this baby stuff got me thinking."
"You want a baby? Jesus, first blasphemy and now lunacy."
"It could happen. I could adopt one of those cute little Chinese ones...at least we'd look alike."
"I've heard everything now."
Johnny waved the bottle of nail polish at her. "If Dean get's married and pigs start flying out of my butt then I can have a baby."
"You don't think he'll go through with it?"
"My grandma says no but she also said I'd win American Idol...she's getting old."
Rita laughed as she ran a hand over her daughters hair, tears shimmering in her eyes. "I think that's it, what do you think?"
"I think she looks ravishing." He leaned down and kissed the top of Bonnie's head. "She always does."
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"Well that was fun. You have a pool table?" Dean laughed as he rubbed at his head.
"You just got hit in the head with a sixteen pound bowling ball. Are you even human?" Ramirez asked him slowly.
"That's a question my brother's been askin' himself all his life. I tell ya what though, I do need to go to the john. Where's the nearest?"
"Down the hall on the left." Todd answered and watched Dean walk away.
"Did you see that?!" Ramirez said in shock.
"I saw." Todd answered distractedly. "He's a pain in the ass but I think we got the right man for the job. You tell him that and I'll shoot you." Todd glanced at Ramirez as he searched his pockets. "What's wrong with you?"
"I lost my cell. Must have dropped it in there."
"Well I'm not going back for it." Todd answered. He may be all piss and thunder in front of Dean but the fact was his heart was beating frantically and he was scared to death of what the night held.
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Sam was awoken by Hope moving on his chest. The room was fully dark and Brooke was breathing gently next to him, he must have dozed off. He flipped on the bedside lamp, keeping hold of the baby. He looked at her through eyes filled with sleep. "Hey, what's wrong huh?"
Hope shifted restlessly and opened her mouth, her little fists moved across his skin nervously and he frowned. "You hungry?" It couldn't be that, she'd be screaming blue murder if that was the case. He put a hand to her diaper. "You're not wet." He shifted her and she looked straight at him with her big green eyes in that disarming way she had and his heart almost stopped.
Her eyes were so like Dean's, it was scary. As if on cue he heard the soft ring of his cell phone and sat up pulling Hope to him, he didn't pause to think he wouldn't have heard the light ring had it not been for the baby.
"Brooke, wake up." He shook her. "Brooke!" Brooke rolled over and opened her eyes slowly.
"I left my cell in the bathroom! Dean's calling."
She sat up and without hestitation scrambled over Sam's body and ran out of the door naked. She came back seconds later and handed him the phone. He flipped it open.
"Dean, where are you?"
"Sammy, oh man, it's good to hear your voice. I'm ok."
"Where are you?" He tried again as he felt the knot in his stomach finally ease.
"I could tell ya Sammy but then I'd have to kill ya. Besides, I don't think you'd believe me." Dean whispered. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't call before but I had no choice."
"Who are you with?"
"It's ok Sam, I'm with the good guys but I can't stay for long. How's Hope?" Again, the baby seemed to know they were talking about her as she started to whimper.
Sam could hear his brother sigh on the end of the line. "Don't think I'm crazy here Dean but I think she wants to hear your voice." He looked at Brooke and shrugged.
"Huh?"
"I don't know, I swear...she knew you were gonna call it's the damndest thing."
"You sayin' my daughter's psychic? That's all we need."
"I dunno man, either that or she's got some major instincts going on when it comes to you." He told him as she continued to cry.
"Ok, put her on the phone."
"Hang on..." Sam watched the baby intently as he put the phone to her ear.
Dean glanced awkwardly at the toilet door and rammed a hand in his pocket. If he caught anyone else doing what he was about to then he would have called them an ass. He took a deep breath as he listened to her wails. He coughed and closed his eyes tight. "Hey honey, it's dad." He didn't believe in baby talk, his father had always spoken to him and Sam like adults and he knew no other way.
He heard the crying stop as she heard his deep voice. "What's the big idea waking Uncle Sammy up...you miss me?" He couldn't hear anything. He opened his eyes and rubbed at them. "I miss you too...I'll be back soon ok?" He paused momentarily. "I love you."
"Man, you're like the baby whisperer. She's so chilled." Sam said coming back on the line.
Dean sniffed. "Listen I gotta go Sam. How's..."
"No change, I'm sorry dude. Listen, just be careful and get back safe ok?"
"Yeah, I'll see ya soon Sammy."
Dean turned off the cell and put it in his pocket. He went to the sink and ran some cold water splashing his face with it. Grabbing a towel he dabbed at he lump appearing at the temple. It hurt but not as much as that phone call had. He couldn't believe the surge of feelings in him and vowed to get this hunt over with as quickly as possible so he could get back home.
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The tour ended and apart from seeing some moving furniture, it had gone without further incidence. They made their way back to the Cabinet Room and found a very pissed off Missouri waiting for them.
"Dean Winchester...you got some nerve getting a woman dragged off in public. Like I got nothin' better to do with my time than come and help your sorry ass!"
She marched forwards and started hitting him around the shoulders with the flat of her right hand. He cowered away from her raising his hands defensively.
"I like her already." Todd said to Ramirez through the side of his mouth.
"Hey!" Dean shouted making her stop. "Look I'm sorry but it was a last minute thing." He said glancing at her nervously.
She gasped. "You have a baby!"
Dean was thrown off guard as she pulled him into a warm embrace. Christ!
"Oh and I'm sorry about Bonnie. Don't worry, we'll get you back to them soon."
The Agents looked at one another. "I'm sorry about the way you were brought in Ma'am but Dean said he needed help with this." Todd told her.
"You got a poltergeist in the White House?"
"Er...yes Ma'am."
"Well ok then. Let's go see what it wants and get this boy home to his family."
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Sam's relief was almost palpable as he placed the cell phone on the nightstand. Brooke put her arms around him as she felt the tension of the unknown lift from his shoulders. He turned his face to hers and she pulled his head to her shoulder soothingly.
"Well, I guess that's one less thing to worry about." He said as he looked at the baby settling into him again. "It's kind of freaky though...you think she could have a gift?" He felt Brooke shug and thought for a second. "I'm going to call the clinic tomorrow. It's time for me to go through with this. You with me?"
Brooke held him tight running a hand over his back which he took to mean yes.
He laid down once more and put his arm out for her. Dean may not be there in body but he knew he was there in spirit and Sam also knew that he'd be pissed if he got back and found out his brother hadn't been for the transplant.
He finally dropped into an exhausted sleep holding the two girls to him.
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"So where did this all start?" Missouri asked the men.
"No idea." Todd answered. All the other staff had fled at nightfall including the Marion Haskell and it was just the four of them in the huge building now. "I guess it's all over the place. We could start with the Oval Office."
Missouri took a breath and tried to appear cool. "Sure, lead the way."
The Oval Office wasn't far away so they all tooled up with Dean grabbing his precious shotgun and pocketed some shells without Todd spotting him. His EMF reader whirred as they moved towards The Office itself.
Ramirez opened the simple door and they walked in slowly. Missouri was distracted away from the mission at hand as her eyes fell to the desk and the famous flag. Despite her earlier anger she was overjoyed to be there doing something so important. She went slowly to the desk and ran a finger over. "Oh Barack baby, you're gonna look so pretty sittin' here." She said quietly.
"What did you say?" Dean asked with raised eyebrows.
"Nothin'." She answered all business.
Her mood changed as Dean saw her consciously switch on her talents. She frowned as she walked around. "Oh." She breathed heavily. "Someone in here's pissed."
Dean watched her carefully.
"Is it here now?" Todd asked.
She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You levitating? You'll know when it's here."
"So who is it?" Ramirez was fascinated.
"Yeah, it's that easy...you want his inside leg too?"
"Don't worry, she's always like this." Dean explained. "She loves you really...ok maybe not you Todd." He grimaced at the man's scowl.
"This is one angry, angry spirit." She spun in a slow circle. "Let's walk."
They followed her out of the room and Todd soon overtook her. "Let's go to the library...there's been a lot of movement in there."
Ramirez halted as the canvases on the walls started to shake as soon as they entered the main building.
"Residual energy." Missouri told him. "It's not far away...Sam's ok you know?" She changed subject quickly.
Dean did a double take and looked at her as they walked. "What?"
"You're worried about him."
"Do you know somethin'?"
"About if the stem cells will work? No. But if anyone can do it he can."
"But what if it doesn't work?"
Todd and Ramirez frowned at them as they conducted the casual conversation in the midst of such mayhem.
"Then you help him pick up the pieces and move on."
Dean sighed. "Jesus, I wish someone would give me a straight answer."
"Boy, if I could tell the future then I'd have won the lottery. Stop searching for answers and let it just be."
As they approached the library from the central hall they all paused as they heard the sounds of objects moving.
"What do we do?" Ramirez said wide eyed.
Dean looked at Missouri. "We could be laying gris-gris bags all night and not get rid of this thing." She told them. "We gotta go face it."
The Agents looked nervous as Dean loaded his shotgun and popped it closed with a set jaw. Todd was about to say something and thought better of it as he raised his own salt loaded gun.
Dean went in first with the gun extended in his right hand, his left keeping Missouri firmly behind him. He'd brought her into this and he would make sure he got her out of it.
Ramirez began to pray quietly in Spanish as he looked at the hundreds of books flying around the room. Dean could relate, he'd never seen anything this strong before and it unnerved him. He edged around the wall keeping Missouri out of the way.
"You gettin' anything?" He shouted over his shoulder.
"Yeah, a pain in the ass. Get off me!" She pushed him to one side and freed herself mentally and physically. "There are a number of spirits here. Only one of them's our boy. He's here alright and he's going to get mad." The last was said in a squeak as Dean grabbed her and pulled her to the ground.
Todd and Ramirez fled to the door backwards as they watched Dean shield Missouri's sizeable body with his own. Books rained down on his back like missiles as he grimaced.
"Now would be a good time to start shootin' at something guys!" He yelled.
They came to their senses and started to fire into the air. The rain of books paused and Dean hauled Missouri off the floor and shunted her to the door popping shots off at nothing.
They made it outside and the door slammed shut behind them.
"What the hell?" Todd shouted leaning against the wall.
"Ok, tell me ya got something Missouri." Dean asked, panting heavily.
"Yes, I got something. This spirit isn't angry at us although he will kill us."
"That's great." Dean shrugged.
"Someone's brought it here. It's been conjured and he's angry."
"Any idea who?"
"Hilary Clinton? How do I know boy?!"
Dean frowned and looked at the other two men. "Any idea who's pissed off enough to do this?"
"Everyone in the Arab world?!" Todd shot back.
"Ya know, you could say somethin' just a little helpful dude. And please, for God's sake, loosen that freakin' tie!" Dean reached out and yanked on the offending item.
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OMG I love Dean!! He's getting Badass and they have no idea who's conjured the angry poltergeist.
Things at home are looking a little rosier now that he snaked Ramirez's cell and called Sam. I love that Hope has a silent connection to him, Bonnie said she always knew when he was around when she was pregnant.
I think it's a little worrying that Hope is so enamoured of men already, her dad, Uncle Sam (lol) and Johnny...she needs more female influence. So as the night wears on Dean and Missouri will continue to kick ass and take names.
Baby's ready for the transplant which is cool and Bonnie's staying pretty for Dean's return thanks to Rita and Johnny.