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(That night)
"So, Daddy Dean, huh?" Jo asked him, as they sat in the bar, while Abbie chatted with the others at a different table.
"Yeah, who'd have thought?" Dean laughed, "Not me, that's for sure."
"So, you decided to leave a replacement for if you have to go?"
"Not really." Dean admitted, "Never seen me with a kid. Hell, never seen me with a steady girlfriend. This was the last thing I expected."
"You don't want it?"
"That's the crazy thing, if you'd have asked me, I dunno, 6 months ago, I'd have said 'Kid? No way, count me out.' You know, but now it's happened, I want nothing more than to be there to see him grow up, protect him. Abbie and the baby are my main priority. I want the white picket fence, I can see the Impala with baby junk, car seat, diaper bag, crumbs."
"Wow, you're imagining the Impala with crumbs." Jo laughed, "Impressive."
"I know." Dean smiled, "Weird, huh?"
"I'm glad you're happy, Dean." She started to wipe down the bar, "For what it's worth, I hope you get to be a dad."
"Me too, Jo. Me too." Dean told her, glancing over at Abbie, who was chatting with the others. He walked over to join them, "Hey." He sat down beside Abbie. "Time for bed. Was a long drive up here. Night guys."
"Night." Abbie told them, and followed Dean upstairs.
"Wow." Ellen sighed, as she watched Dean and Abbie. "Those poor kids."
"I know." Bobby agreed, nodding sadly.
"So, what are your thoughts on the guy in the trenchcoat?" Ellen asked Sam and Bobby.
"Abbie told you about him?" Sam was curious. "Why? Has he been back? Dean should-"
"Would you cool your jets, boy?"
"Is he a demon or something else?" Ellen asked.
"We, uh, we don't know. Christos does nothing, but he seemed to be reassuring Abbie." Sam answered, "What was she saying? Is he still around?"
"In her dreams."
"Son of a bitch." Bobby murmured, "Too scared to face us, so he gets to her when she's sleeping, unprotected?"
"No, Bobby, the opposite. She feels better, more at peace with everything after he appears." Ellen explained, "I think she thinks he's some sort of angel."
"Angel?" Sam scoffed, "Yeah right, why should we catch a break now?"
"I'm with Sam on this one, although there is lore on angels." Bobby reasoned, "I can read up on it when we get back."
"I'm just worried, I mean, yeah, it's great he comforts her, but what if it's a demon trick?" Ellen told them.
"I'll keep an eye on it." Sam nodded, "Talk to Dean."
"No, don't talk to him, Abbie would've told him if she wanted him to know. Well, I'm going to hit the hay. Catch you guys in the morning." Bobby stood up and walked up to his room.
"Night Bobby."
(Upstairs)
"Ellen was surprised, huh? Jo too." Dean laughed, "Why does no one see me as the settling down type?"
"Beats me. I think you're the type, but hey, I'm biased."
"Is it so hard for people to see me with a wife and kids?"
"Given your expiry date or just in general?" Abbie asked.
"People forget I practically raised Sammy." Dean grumbled.
"No, they don't." Abbie remembered her conversation with Bobby. "I think it's more the steady girl thing that surprises people." She laughed, "Hey, I've known you just over four months and I'm three months pregnant, it's all happened so quickly, not surprising people are still adjusting."
"I've been thinking..."
"Uh-oh." Abbie smirked.
"Fine, you don't want to hear my idea, I'll just shut up."
"C'mon tell me."
"It's stupid really, I mean, we still have 6 months..."
"Dean, spit it out already."
"I was just wondering, if it's a boy, could we maybe call him John, after my dad?"
"You think the world can handle another John Winchester?" Abbie smiled, "I think that'd be a good idea."
"Really?" Dean asked, a surprised smile on his face. "You can choose the name if it's a girl."
"You're acknowledging the fact that it might not be a boy?" Abbie yawned, while Dean just smiled, maybe a girl wouldn't be so bad. "Maybe we could have Mary as a middle name."
"That'd be nice." Dean mused, "I'm glad we got that sorted."
"Me too." Abbie mumbled, drifting off to sleep.
Dean tried to get to sleep but failed, eventually he decided to head downstairs and make himself a hot drink. "Dean?" Ellen was still awake and leafing through a newspaper at one of the booths. "Can't sleep?"
"Nah, thought I was tired, but not so much I guess. I was going to make a cocoa, you want some?"
"Sure." Ellen smiled, and Dean disappeared towards the kitchen, returning a few minutes later. "Something on your mind, Dean? Keeping you awake?"
"No more than usual." Dean answered, sipping his drink. "You know, before I met Abbie, I'd have been downing whiskey to try and get some sleep, now it's freaking cocoa." He had to laugh, "Am I domesticated?"
"Might be." Ellen laughed too. "So, why can't you sleep?"
"Abbie and I were just talking baby names." Dean sighed, "If it's a boy, we want to name it after dad." Ellen nodded in approval, "And it just got me thinking, you know, about not being here." Dean paused, "Wondering if I did the right thing when I made the deal."
"You wish you hadn't?"
"No, I mean, he's my baby brother, I had to save him. I guess I just feel like I'm abandoning Abbie and the baby. All the times I got mad at dad for the way he raised Sam and I, and I'm gonna be even worse."
"You don't know that, Dean." Ellen told him, "Ten years, three kids, Dean. I'm hardly ever wrong about these things." She stood up, "Don't stay up all night." She advised him, "Night Dean."
"Thanks Ellen, night." Dean yawned himself, resolving to head to bed soon.
