So, you were unanimous in how you wanted this to go and I have particular guidelines that I shall adhere to...no miracle cures for Sammy boy, I promise. So it's a tough call but there seem to be plenty of you out there who would selflessly sacrifice your wombs to help baby. God bless you and keep you all!
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Sam was lying on the bed watching TV when he heard the knock on the door. he turned down the volume. "Who is it?" He heard Bobby respond.
"Dean!" There was no answer from the bathroom so he shouted louder. Sam spent most of his time in a state of permanent frustration but not being able to answer the door made him mad, really mad.
"Dean, will you put your dick back in your pants and answer the goddamn door!" he yelled as the bathroom door swung open. Dean stood with his eyebrows raised at his brother for a second.
"No need to yell, I'm not deaf Sam." he said walking across the room to let their visitor in.
Bobby came in and looked between them. "What's eatin' at you two?"
"Nothing." Dean answered.
"Nothing? I'll tell you what's bugging me Bobby. The fact that I have to listen to the Sperminator here having phone sex with his girlfriend every night."
Bobby glanced at Dean. "This true?"
Dean glared at his brother for ratting him out. What were they? Twelve? "Yeah."
"Kinda unfair dontcha think?"
"What? Just cos Sam can't get any doesn't mean I have to give it up . I have a medical condition remember?"
"Yeah you're a terminal moron." Sam answered.
"Listen, if you weren't so pig-headed and determined to be a martyr, you'd have a hot chick to booty call too. Don't blame me cos you ditched Brooke."
"Who's Brooke?" Bobby asked.
"Sam's girlfriend. Really hot girlfriend that he just dumped for no good reason."
"I didn't dump her, I stopped her from making a huge mistake. You should do the same instead of leading Bonnie on."
"Who's Bonnie?" Bobby sat down on the other bed and tried to catch up.
"Dean's number one fan and chatline partner."
Dean grinned at Bobby. "She's really good...she does accents and everythin'." Remembering himself he turned back to Sam. "Stay out of my love life ok?"
"You call jerking off on the toilet love? Man you're twisted!"
"Ok, I think I've heard enough." Bobby exhaled heavily. "I swear I can't keep up with you two, one minute you're dyin' for each other, the next you're tryin' to kill each other. Grow up, the pair of you."
Dean grabbed a chair and straddled it, resting his arms on the back. "We're just a little tense after today."
"Yeah, hardly surprising. Look Sam, no one can begin to know how tough this is for you but I'm sure Dean thinks he's doing what's right. Dean, just try tone it down a little. Now what's this about girls? What's happened to you two?"
"We just never hung around in one place for so long, it just kinda happened." Dean answered.
"So this...Bonnie? You like her?"
"Yeah..."
"And I'm bettin she's into you."
"Please, she's only human. Look it's nice you're showing an interest but since when do you care where I get my kicks?"
"Since today. Look I been walking around trying to decide whether to say anything about this but I just had a chat with Stu. Dr Williams."
Dean frowned and looked at Sam. "You wanted to know if any of what we found out will help me to walk again didn't you?"
"It must have crossed your mind Sam."
"Is there a way I can help him?"
"Yes, there is."
Dean's eyes went wide, "Really? Well, that's great. So why aren't we celebrating here?"
Sam could sense something was off about the whole thing from Bobby's face. "What is it Bobby?"
The old man sighed. "There is a treatment where they can harvest some of Dean's cells and transplant them into you. But it's complicated."
"How do you mean?" Dean was eager to know what was involved but his decision was made. If there was any way to help Sam then he was all for it.
Bobby took a deep breath. "If they take the cells directly from you Dean they won't be as effective. The best way to ensure this works is to create a donor."
Sam started to look nervous as Dean shook his head. "I don't get it."
"I'm talking about a baby Dean. With the right DNA from you, they'll be able to create a living donor for your brother."
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"A baby?" Dean still didn't really get it.
"I've read about this in the papers..." Sam said quietly. "there are clinics where you can create a foetus that's immune to certain diseases so that it can cure a sick sibling."
"That's about the long and short of it."
"Wait a sec here...you mean make a baby? In like one of those dish things?"
"Pretty much. It's illegal to take the cells from the embryo cos it'll die so the only way they could do it is for the baby to be born."
"And then what happens to it?"
Bobby laughed. "And then you're a Dad Dean...diapers, sleepless nights, carpooling...the works."
"Christ!" Dean shot out of his seat and started to pace. Why was nothing ever simple?
"Ya know, I think you were onto a winner there Bobby til you mentioned the carpool." Sam said. "Look Dean, don't panic...it's out of the question."
Dean spun round. "What about another spell? A binding spell?"
"Actually I do intend to use one...it'll heal Sam's arm, get him more mobile, build up his strength. But it ain't gonna help a broken back Dean."
"Tell me again. A child of mine could help Sam walk? Is there a guarantee on this?"
"This is life Dean, there's never any guarantees but Stu reckons there's a good chance it could work."
"Dean tell me you're not seriously considering this? It's crazy!"
"Crazier than waking up one morning and finding myself in your body?" Dean looked at Bobby. "I'll explain later. That day taught me a lot Sam and I made a promise that I would move heaven and Earth to help you and I intend to keep that promise. The Trickster deal was whacked...again, Bobby, I'll catch ya up later...but this is it Sam. This is the real deal. A medical way to help you. For me to help you."
"Dean, we're not talking about a blood transfusion, this is a human life. It's a lifetime of responsibility, you'd actually be someone's father."
"A lifetime of responsibility huh? Dude I'm twenty nine, I been a father for twenty five of those years. Dad gave you life but I was the one that looked out for you, changed your diapers, fed you...you ever try potty training a surly three foot toddler!? I think if I could handle it at that age I can sure as hell kick ass now."
"I get that Dean, believe me but you can't have a baby for me. People should have a child because they want one, not because they're forced to. If this doesn't work, what will you do then? Will some kid grow up feeling a failure because he or she didn't fulfill their destiny? No, I won't allow it, our relationship is crazy enough as it is."
"Well, I don't see you have much of an option here Sam. You're not spending the rest of your life in that chair. I won't allow it!"
"I think you're forgetting one important factor here Dean. It takes two people to make a kid. You think you can just find someone to become an incubator for you?"
"Sure, Bonnie."
"Dude, you've known her a month! What makes you think she'd agree to have a baby with you? Besides, this isn't a fumble in the back of the Impala, this'll be pretty invasive for her. Am I right Bobby?"
"He does have a point Dean, even if you can convince her, it's gonna be more than a little rough. She'd have to know what she's getting into."
"Bobby!" Sam almost shouted. "We're trying to talk him out of this."
"I don't see why." Bobby answered. "You don't think Dean would make a good Dad?"
"Sure, but not this way. You don't know Bonnie well enough, this is a huge commitment, the biggest."
"Yeah, and so is my commitment to you. I didn't realise until now, but I know what Ling meant."
"What Dean?"
"She left me a message, said the answers I was seeking were inside me. This is what she means."
Sam was getting really nervous as he saw the familiar determination and drive in the set of his brother's jaw. "You'll never convince her. She's crazy about you but not that crazy."
"Let me worry about Bonnie. Bobby, how soon can you get the binding spell ready? I want Sam to get strong enough for me to leave him with you for a little while. I'm going back to Schenectady to fetch Bonnie."
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By the end of the week Ellen had gone home, no one had said anything to her. They didn't think that a woman like her would see sense in their plans. Frankly Bobby was scared she'd make them all see sense and kick their asses for even contemplating it.
Sam had regained some of his strength, Dean could see the difference in him immediately after the spell had taken effect. He became less dependent straight away and even when it took him forever he did everything for himself since pain was no longer an issue. Dean was dressing his arm daily and was amazed at the speed with which the flesh was healing. He'd gone out and picked up some weights at a sports shop and Sam had started to work out again under his guidance. Overall his confidence had returned and he was looking a lot better. Bobby had to redo the spell each day until Sam was able to function well without it but it was worth all the effort. He'd not mentioned the baby, neither of them had. Once Dean's mind was made up it usually stayed that way.
Dean was proud that he was able to help his brother in this way, but longed to be able to help him to walk again. Their ultimate goal seemed attainable all of a sudden and he could almost feel how close they were. Now Dean was bound to Sam he was better able to understand the implications of his decision and he had done extensive research into stem cells and the technique they were hoping to use. He was no longer oblivious to the hurdles; cost, time scale and success rate to name but a few. He knew that even if it worked, it could take months for Sam to actually be able to walk unaided. He may be more aware of the facts but he was still Dean and he wasn't backing down any time soon.
That just left the question of Bonnie. Dean would go through with this with a total stranger if he had to but the idea of having a baby with Bonnie was appealing to him more and more and not just because of Sam. He knew it was too soon but he'd always gone on instinct and he felt in his gut that this was right. For once they weren't taking short cuts, they were going about things the right way.
Dean spoke to Bonnie every night but didn't tell her anything about the spell or the treatment, he would wait until he could see her. He knew that he could be a pretty convincing guy and Bonnie would do most things he asked but this wasn't like asking her to go on all fours. He would effectively be asking her to give up her body for them to use and abuse. She would have to go through painful tests, inject hormones and take drugs with side effects, he didn't know if she cared for him enough to go through that. That was even before the awesome responsibility of raising a child. He knew he could do that part alone, but did that mean he wanted to?
The irony was that whilst Brooke was nearer his age and certainly more mature, Bonnie was a year younger than Sam. She brought out Dean's protective instinct almost as much as his brother and now he was going to be exploiting her in the worst possible way. It helped that she cared for Sam but this was a huge thing to ask of any woman, let alone one so young.
He used Sam's reasoning, thankful once more for the spell and decided that he would try a different tactic to win her over. He would have to show her just how much she meant to him before he could ask her to be a part of their crazy scheme.
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As she leant over to hand out the coffee, the little boy in the booth flicked a slimy lump of egg onto her with his fork. Bonnie looked down as it slid down her pink uniform leaving a trail of ketchup in its wake. Crap, could this day get any worse?
"I'm so sorry." His mother said as the little boy upended the rest of the egg. He obviously wasn't liking the special. She liked kids but this one needed a good slap!
"That's ok, not a..." Bonnie's words couldn't form as she slipped on the egg that had landed on the floor and went flying. She lay sprawled on the floor tipping the dirty contents of her tray onto herself. The little boy jumped up and down in glee on the faux leather seat.
Bonnie groaned and didn't make a move to get up. Since waking that morning her life had been a comedy of errors. She'd always been a little clumsy but today she was outdoing herself. She'd overslept which meant she had to wait to get to work before having any coffee. She hated that. She hadn't had time to get ready properly so her long auburn hair was wild and last night's eyeliner was smudged making her look like a panda. She had a thumping headache from too many beers the night before and now she was covered in egg. She longed to go back to bed and start the day over. Since Dean had been gone, she'd missed him more with each passing day. In the last week his phone calls had changed, he was more intense than before and she kind of liked it. She exhaled heavily as she thought about getting up.
As if by magic she heard the familiar sound of a piano playing and she felt her head clear slightly with the familiar strains.
She frowned and sat up slowly, there was no jukebox in the diner and the radio always played the local station.
Turnaround, every now and then I get a
little bit lonely and you're never coming around
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, Every now and
then I fall apart
The music was coming from a car outside and Bonnie felt something clench inside her as she realised who it was. No one had a better instinct to know when she needed help. Her head turned to the door as it opened and Dean walked in pausing a second to look down at her with a smile. She knew he wouldn't be surprised to find her lying in a pile of breakfast. Everyone watched him as he walked across the room, even the mother trying to restrain her son stared at his ass as he passed her.
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit restless and I dream of something wild
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a
little bit helpless and I'm lying like a child in your arms
Bonnie's eyes never left his as he approached. Her heart was pounding wildly and her stomach was in knots as he stopped and squatted on his haunches next to her. He put an index finger to her cleavage and scooped up a piece of egg, popping it in his mouth raising his eyebrows in a compliment to the chef. She heard one of the women in the room let out a strangled gasp.
"You wanna take the afternoon off?" He asked her.
"I'm a mess." She said a little needlessly.
"Not to me." Dean took her in his arms and stood up lifting her with him. Without another word, he carried her out of the diner to the Impala.
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So Dean's pulled a Richard Gere and whisked Bonnie away. YAYYYYYY!! My fantasies are complete!!
How do you think she'll react? Is he convincing enough? Christ...I want to have his baby!!
What about Sam? He's back to being Badass and playing shotgun for Bobby! Yay!!