"I didn't mean to break the rules." Dean mumbled, staring at the bed, hand gripping at the sheets. "I'm sorry."
"You're not in trouble Dean, I promise that you're not." Mary repeated for what felt like the hundredth time. She leaned back in the bed and glanced at John who just smiled at her.
Once Dean had woken up and realized that he had called John 'daddy' in front of everyone, he freaked out about it. For all he knew, they were playing a game and he had broken the rules of said game. Something that the both of them had always told him not to do.
It's not like they could really blame him. He's a kid and the whole experience was going to be extremely stressful on him. Seeing but not being able to touch John, and then with her almost miscarriage, he hadn't been able to think about anything other than the fact that his mom had suddenly been gushing blood.
Mary sighed and moved to sit up, grimacing slightly at the discomfort. She waited for a moment to make sure that there was no pain before she pulled Dean more to her, tucking him against her side.
"Dean we're not mad." Mary told him, feeling him shaking slightly. "Honesty, we're not mad."
"It just means that the game is over, that's it." John told him, sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached out and ruffled Deans hair. "So that means you don't need to listen to those rules anymore."
Dean looked up, blinking. "No more game?" he asked, relief in his voice.
"No more game." John confirmed with a nod.
Dean slumped against her side, wiping at his eyes. "Good, stupid game." he mumbled, letting go of the sheets to grip at her hospital gown instead.
Mary just held him close, rubbing his back as she shared a glance with John.
Their parents had left them alone for the time being, hers had gone to her apartment to get her and Dean some new clothes to change into. John's parents had gone back to their town, Lebanon John had told her, to try to figure out how to talk to the council about this.
Mary was also on strict doctor's orders to not stress out, to try to keep the excitement to a minimum. She was basically ordered to be on bedrest for the time being, not allowed to lift heavy objects or any sort of strenuous activity.
It took everything she had not to ask about having sex in front of her parents, she was half serious and half just wanting to see their dads squirm.
"So your mom knew." Mary said softly, stroking at Deans hair.
"Apparently, she knew that I was hiding something." John said, shaking his head. "I really thought I was being careful about the whole thing. She didn't realize it until she saw Dean."
"Same with my mom, she saw you and Dean together and it just clicked for her." Mary said with a shrug. "Mothers intuition I guess."
"I thought your dad was going to kill me, I was using Dean as a my shield." John told her with a laugh. "Think he's calmed down yet?"
"No." Mary said immediately. "He's been trying to get the secret out of me since I got pregnant with Dean, he's not going to let this go for a long time."
"Well, guess I won't be letting go of my little shield anytime soon." John said. He looked at her and Dean over for a moment before he scooted forward, trying to find a way to sit more comfortably next to them.
Mary moved as best as she could, looking down at Dean who half crawled on top of her and was just patting the small bump on her stomach. "Feel anything baby?"
"Baby brother." Dean mumbled, absentmindedly patting her stomach. "Is brother gonna be okay?"
"Baby brother is gonna be fine." Mary assured him, placing her hand over his. "I know it was scary but he's going to be fine."
Not that they knew if it was a brother or sister yet, it was still too early for that.
But it was a nice thought, another little boy, a little brother for Dean.
Not to mention that her father would be placated about having his namesake.
"I know that we're not supposed to talk about it right now, but I'm not going to go anywhere." John told her, making her look up at him. "I don't care, they can try whatever they want, I'm staying with you two."
Mary swallowed hard and nodded, reaching for his hand. "We can do this." she said softly. "We're going to be fine."
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