John froze, he didn't know what else to say or do. Dean whimpered again and he immediately leaned down to pick him up, holding him close. Holding Dean to his chest Dean curled up close, hands grabbing at his shirt.
Rubbing Deans back John was very, very aware of how quiet his father and Samuel had gotten and firmly didn't look at either of them. "I'm sure that mommy is gonna be alright." he murmured to him. "She's going to be just fine."
Dean whimpered again, burying his face in Johns chest and just holding onto him. "Blood." he mumbled. "Lots of blood."
"I know that there was a lot of blood but its fine, it's all going to be fine." John told him. "Mommy and baby are gonna be fine."
Dean hiccuped slightly, pressing closer to him. He was shaking slightly and John just held him close, not knowing what else to do.
He counted to ten in his head, held Dean closer to him, and finally turned back to the other two men.
He could almost laugh at the look on their faces, it was identical looks of shock, disbelief, and slight dissociation. Neither looked like they were actually in the room anymore, both of them looked as if their souls had been taken from them.
John tried to glance around without moving too much, trying to find either the exit or a way to get back into Marys room without drawing attention. He started to inch towards Mary's room, not the safest but he didn't think that anyone would start to scream when Mary needed to remain calm.
John had barely gotten any distance in when he froze, hearing Samuel whisper under his breath.
"You're the son of a bitch." Samuel breathed out. "You're the son of a bitch that knocked up my little girl. You're the son of a bitch that left my sweet little flower with a child and another child in her stomach."
"It's a lot more complicated than that." John said. "And it's something I'd rather talk about with Mary as well."
"How did this even happen?" Henry demanded. "When did you two even have the time to...do this! How did this even happen?"
"You asked that twice." John couldn't help but point out. He shifted Dean closer to him, glancing at the door to Mary's room once more. "And again, I don't want to talk about this without Mary."
"Well that's mighty convenient!" Samuel exclaimed. "And don't bring my little girl into this she needs her rest."
John debated quite a few things at that moment, eyeing just how angry and puffed up Samuel, and his father, was getting. He looked down at Dean who seemed to be halfway between the point of sleeping and awareness.
Mind made up, and not caring one bit about the fact that he was technically running away, John all but ran back into Marys room, ignoring how the other men squawked for him to get back.
John let out a deep breath, looking up to see his mother looking at him. "Honey, you alright?" she asked him, putting down the knitting she had been working on.
"Fine, just fine." John told her, looking at the empty bed. "Where's Mary?"
"She's in the bathroom and no matter how many times she tried to argue, her mom insisted on coming in with her." Millie said as Henry and Samuel came into the room.
"We are not done discussing this John Eric Winchester!" Henry said. "We are going to get to the bottom of this right now!"
"What are we discussing exactly?" Millie asked, looking between him and John who was staring at the wall again.
"We are talking about the fact that apparently John is the father of both of Mary's children!" Henry exclaimed, halfway to throwing his hands into the air.
"Oh are we allowed to talk about that now?" Millie asked, brightening.
John slowly turned towards his mother. "What?" he asked his voice cracking at the same time that his father and Samuel did.
Millie blinked and looked around. "Its kinda obvious." she said with a shrug, she waved her hand at John and Dean. "First off they look incredibly alike and second, John sweetie, you're not as inconspicuous as you think you are. All that sneaking off and running around for the past few years, you really thought no one noticed?"
Henry was silent for a few moments before his eyes widened. "Oh my god, that's what it all was?" he asked in horror. "That's what it meant when he was gone?"
The door to the bathroom opened and Mary slowly limped back into the room with her mom holding her up and close. She looked at everyone in the room. "What did I miss?" she asked.
"Mary Bethany Campbell." Samuel said, coming forward and reaching to place his hands on her shoulders. "Look me in the eyes and tell me that John is not the father of both of your children."
Mary froze, eyes widening slightly. "The doctor said I'm not supposed to be stressing about anything right now." she quickly said.
"Oh my god he is." Samuel said, letting go of her shoulders and doubling over. "Deanna! Assistance!"
Deanna blinked, rubbing at Marys back. "Mary dear, are we allowed to actually talk about this now?"
"You knew?" Samuel exclaimed, straightening up and looking at his wife in horror. "Deanna you knew?"
"Its obvious." Deanna said, leading Mary back to the bed so that she could lay down again. John hesitated but then moved to her side, shifting Dean enough to take her hand in his.
"Again, no stress." Mary reminded them, entwining their fingers together. "I can't stress, baby can't handle stress right now."
"Just..." Samuel took a deep breath, clasping his hands together in front of him. "Just...tell us how this happened."
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