The Next Day
Getting out of bed this morning was one of the hardest things you've ever had to do in your life. You got absolutely no sleep last night, that VOICEMAIL constantly playing on repeat in your mind during the night and up until the early morning.
After having had a long shower; you were hoping the hot water would help in steaming your brain back to focusing, you finally resurface from out of your bedroom and head for the kitchen.
On your way to your targeted destination you did a quick and stealthy surveillance of the apartment, doublechecking to see if your roommate had already left for work. Relieved that the cost was clear; you weren't in the mood for questions about the recent undercover job, grabbing yourself a cup of coffee you take a seat in the living-room.
Taking a sip of your coffee, you find yourself staring a hole into your cell phone that was laying on the coffee table in front of you for what felt like hours yet it was truly only minutes.
Finally, having built up the courage to listen to that VOICEMAIL again, you pick the phone up from the table and press play to reconfirm whether you had truly heard what you thought you did last night.
When you got to the end of the voicemail the phone drops from out of your hand and onto the floor. You had truly hoped that last night was some sort of dream or that you hadn't heard the message correctly due to your exhaustion.
But alas, it was none of that. The message was still exactly the same one that you remember having heard last night. You were two weeks late on your Depo shot, not only that but during that time you had sex with John and neither of you were careful about it.
Knowing that you couldn't simply ignore your dilemma, you grab the phone up from the floor and proceed to make the call for an appointment.
"Well...there is a fifty-fifty chance that you could possibly be pregnant, but at this time it's just too early to tell..." Doc. Davis informs you.
At lost for words you stare at the doctor for quite some time before you respond, "S-so- what do you advise me to do then Doc?"
"One thing is for sure... and that is, I can't administer the birth control now. At least not until we are truly sure that you're pregnant or not." The doctor explains to you.
Nodding your head in understanding, you then ask, "how soon will that be possible to determine?"
"I'd say, wait for about six weeks before taking a home pregnancy test. If it's positive, then schedule an appointment immediately, so that we can draw some blood just to be one hundred percent confirmed" the doctor instructs you. "Now, sometimes you get what's called a false negative because it might still be too early in your pregnancy. So, if it's negative I'd advise you to wait another week and take second one, just to be extra sure as well."
Still trying to get over your shock of everything that had just been spoken about, you nod your head at the doctor, thank him for his assistance and take your leave of his office to head back home.
On your way home from the doctor's you made a quick stop at the pharmacy to grab a few pregnancy tests, wanting them close at hand for when the time came.
Throwing the brown bag containing the tests onto the kitchen counter, you head straight for the refrigerator to grab yourself a drink.
"I was wondering where you went off to..." you hear a voice coming from behind you, causing you to drop the soda can onto the floor in fright.
"Fuck's sake! You scared the shit out of me!" you turn around to glare at your roommate.
"Sorry... I didn't mean to. Just thought you'd be out cold like you always are after finishing a case" he apologies.
"Seriously Dean Winchester! You know better than to sneak up on me like that. You're lucky I didn't have my gun on me or I might have shot you!" you scold at your roommate.
"Sorry about that Y/N/N" Dean apologetically grins at you.
"You're lucky I love your ugly mug so much or I would've gone to get my gun and still shoot your ass" you grumble picking the soda up from the floor, placing it back in the refrigerator to replace with two new one.
"Love ya too Sis..." Dean innocently smiles at you in response.
"What are you doing home this early?" you enquire handing him the one soda.
"Came to get the file I forgot this morning" Dean explains waving it in his hand to show you.
"Typical Dean. Always forgetting the important things-", you chuckle shaking your head at him.
Well... if you had joined Homicide along with me instead of Organised Crime then it wouldn't be a problem" Dean tries to defend his case.
"I love acting... what can I say..." you shrug in answer. Truth was, you had gone into Organised Crime because John was there.
"Just tell the truth... you just love partnering up with DAD-" Dean teases you.
"Haha... you got me. The man is a legend in the profession. Why he never moved further up in the ranks is beyond me" you nervously try to laugh the subject off.
"Dad isn't the type to be chained to a desk job, you know that..." Dean responds to your remark and you nod in agreement.
"Say... what's in the bag?" Dean goes to reach for the brown bag you had tossed onto the counter earlier but you manage to snatch it up before he could.
"Just some feminine products I had to pick up" you quickly think up a lie.
Dean's face immediately turns into one of being grossed out at the mention of them and you snicker in amused at it, as you knew the reaction was guaranteed.
Dean gets up from his seat then, "I best be getting back to work... See ya later at the Pub."
"Pub? Later?" you stare at him in confusion.
"Y/N/N, it's Thursday. Thursday nights are midweek destress time at the pub or did you forget" Dean looks at you as if you've grown a second head suddenly.
"Oh, yeah..." you snap your fingers in realization. "Honestly... I'm just too exhausted from the case that I don't think I'll be up for tonight."
Truth was, you no longer had the strength to stomach having to watch as women threw themselves at John through out the evening and having to watch as he eventually picked one of them to leave with for the rest of night.
Every week it was the same thing that soon it eventually became a routine; John, Dean and you would head to the pub to do a midweek destressing by having a few drinks and just chilling together, sometimes Sam would even join too.
"Within the first hour the guys would have women eyeing them from across the room, by the second hour; they would be bidding you goodnight with the latest flavour of the week attached to their arm.
You would continue to drink by yourself for another hour after having watched John depart with yet another nameless bimbo that would be giggling like a simpleton. Same script, different cast, every single week... and each time a piece of your heart would die having to witness it.
There were some occasions that were less lonely, those were the evenings when Sam would join you guys. Sam, unlike Dean who was more like his father in every aspect, would stay behind with you for what you had secretly labelled 'pity hour' while John and Dean went off to have their fun.
Honestly, you sometimes wondered if Sam knew of your secret feelings for John and knowing it was torture for you, he would stay to be some sort of comfort support for you. Either way, you were thankful for those times. "Ok... then I guess I'll see you in the morning then" Dean then leaves and you breathe a sigh of relief at having managed to dodge multiple bullets.
It was a few minutes after midnight when you heard the front door open; you couldn't sleep, thoughts of John in the arms of another running wild around in your head.
Finding it a bit strange as it was way too early for Dean to be returning home after a hook-up, you got out of bed to investigate.
"Thought I was hearing things..." you remark when you find Dean standing in the faintly lit living-room. "Usually I only see you dragging your ass in here the next morning."
"Yeah, well someone went a bit over bored and I had to cancel my plans" Dean states directing your attention to the person sprawled out in a drunken state on the couch.
"What the heck happened to him?" you stare surprised at a passed-out John lying on the couch.
Dean motions with his head for you to follow him. "Honestly... I don't know. The last time I saw Dad this drunk was after he had finally hunted down Mom's killer."
Ah... yes, the infamous serial killer Azazel, whom was also known as Yellow-Eyes due to his habit of wearing yellow tinted contact lenses.
Dean had been about four years old and Sam was just a baby when John as a still young detective lost his wife at the hands of that monster. After that day John made it his mission to track down his wife's killer, making the decision to join Homicide division in a bid to get his revenge on the man that took his wife from him.
It was Mary's death that influenced the career paths of all three of the men in her life. John joined the Homicide division, so did Dean once he made detective and Sam went into studying criminal law in order to become a prosecutor.
It took John almost twenty-two years to finally track the bastard down but he eventually succeeded and Azazel was putdown like the animal he truly was.
You remembered Dean having told you about that night after John had taken out Yellow-Eyes. John had drunk himself comatose that night and not long after that event, he placed in a transfer to join Organized Crime.
You guys just always assumed that after finally laying the ghost of Mary's death to rest with killing Azazel, he could no longer stomach watching families being destroyed like he's was due to murder.
"Must be exhaustion from the case" you shrug in remark. "Grab a blanket from the hallway closet to throw over him... I'm heading back to bed. Goodnight."
You had eventually managed to fall into a deep sleep and continued to remain so due to your own exhaustion that you didn't even notice the presence of someone being in your bedroom, silently watching you.
Sometime during the night, John had woken up and having realized where he was, took the opportunity to sneak into your room.
John stood at the foot of your bed for what seemed like hours, just watching you sleep. You suddenly turn in your sleep, resulting in the blankets to shift and reveal your body dressed in only a tank top and panties.
John, not able to restrain himself then moves closer to the bed. Soaking up the vision of you, John crouches down at the side of the bed. Moving as close to you as possible without accidently waking you, John buries his face into your hair; inhaling your scent as flashbacks of what the two of you did during the undercover case ran through his mind.
You suddenly exhale in your sleep, mumbling incoherent words and change your position of sleeping, causing John to panic a bit thinking you might have woken up.
Realizing the huge risk, he was taking and not wanting to push his luck too far, should you suddenly wake up; John, takes one last look at you and leaves your room to return back to his sleeping spot on the couch.