I don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I only own Isabeau and my own original characters.
Dean is driving the impala which has new plates. His cell phone rings. He glances down and picks it up, "Yeah?"
Sam is looking out the window of their motel room, holding back the curtains, "There's a cop car outside."
Isabeau glances up as she's flipping through her grimoire. She jumps a little bit when a pair of hands start massaging her shoulders.
She looks up to see a woman her age with very short strawberry blonde hair, electric blue eyes and wearing clothes that are similar to hunters. But, on her right arm, which was exposed, was covered in blue swirls tattoos that started from her hand and went all the way up to her shoulder.
Isabeau places her hand on top of the woman's hand, "Thanks, Ava."
Ava smiles softly, "Any time, Isa." She leans down, placing a light kiss on Isabeau's forehead.
"You think it's for us?" Dean asks Sam over the phone.
"I don't know." Sam answers, still staring at the cop car.
"I don't see how. I mean we ditched the plates, the credit cards. Isabeau told Hendriksen that she's on the other side of the country." Dean explains.
The cop car drives away and Sam breathes out in relief, "They're leaving. False alarm." He moves away from the window and switches the phone to speaker so that Isabeau and Ava could hear.
"Well, see. Nothing to worry about." Dean reassures.
Isabeau scoffs, letting Ava still massage her shoulders, "Yeah, you two being fugitives? Frigging dance party."
Dean grins, "I thought you digged the danger vibe, sweetheart."
Isabeau smiles to herself and Ava can't help but chuckle.
Sam shakes his head and stands in front of the pile of books on the table. They're all about a specific demon called Djinn, and on top of them is John's journal, open on the same subject, "So you got anything yet?" He asks.
"Are you kidding me? How could I? You got me sifting through like 50 square miles of real estate here." Dean says.
"Well, that's where all the victims disappeared." Sam says.
"Yeah well, I got diddly-squat. What about you guys?" Dean asks them.
Ava removes her hands from Isabeau's shoulders and crosses her arms, "Just one thing. We're pretty sure of it now." She pulls one book forward, "We're hunting a Djinn."
Dean blinks, "A freaking genie?"
Ava rolls her eyes at the word 'genie'. Isabeau hides a chuckle. She knew that Ava hated it when humans mixed up the two. Isabeau couldn't blame her, Ava was half djinn so she had to constantly correct people.
"Yeah." Sam furrows his brow at Ava.
Dean chuckles, "What? You think these suckers can really grant wishes?"
Ava clears her throat, "Yep. We can."
Sam silently mouths an 'oh' in understanding and Dean goes silent for a moment, "Wait, you're half genie, Ava?"
"Djinn, De. I'm half djinn. And yes, we are powerful enough. But, not exactly like Barbara Eden in harem pants. I mean, regular Djinn's have been feeding off people for centuries. They're all over the Koran." Ava explains.
"My God. Barbara Eden was hot, wasn't she? Way hotter than that Bewitched chick." Isabeau comments with a smirk and in response, Ava wacks her in the back of the head and gives her a warning glare.
Isabeau rubs her head as she looks over at Sam who is giving her a look as well. Isabeau shrugs sheepishly, "Sorry."
Sam just smiles a little and Dean chuckles on the other line, then clears his throat, "Yeah. So uh, where do the Djinns lair up?"
Sam licks his lips, "Ruins usually. Uh. Bigger the better – more places to hide."
"You know, I think I saw a place a couple miles back. I'm gonna go check it out." Dean informs the three of them.
Isabeau immediately slams her grimoire closed, "Wait – no, no, no, no, no. Come pick us up first."
"Naw, I'm sure it's nothing. I just wanna take a look around." Dean says and hangs up the phone.
Sam lowers his hand with the phone in it and sighs.
Isabeau bites her lip and fiddles with her rosary.
Outside a factory, the Impala pulls up and comes to a stop.
Dean enters, with a flashlight, swinging open a creaky door. He walks through what appears to be an abandoned office, with typewriter, file cabinets and more. There's a dripping water sound, but otherwise it appears empty to him.
On his right among all the old things and such, there's a figure watching him.
Dean stops in the hall, feeling like someone is watching him and gets his knife ready. He jumps to the other side of the hall, ready to attack but sees nothing there.
Dean looks back and forth in it a few times, and then starts walking back the same direction he came from but this time in the hall.
Suddenly it attacks him, pinning him against the window wall. Dean drops the flashlight and the Djinn slams Dean's right hand up against a wall, forcing him to drop his knife.
The Djinn, who is bald, with curling blue tattoos all over its face, opens its left hand, which begins to glow in blue. At the same time, the Djinn's eyes begin glowing.
The Djinn puts its glowing hand on Dean's forehead and Dean's eyes roll up, and take on a faint blue hue.
Inside a large bedroom, the TV is showing an old black and white movie of a monster carrying an unconscious woman.
Dean wakes up, bare-chested, and wearing a necklace that is not the amulet. He looks over and sees Isabeau naked with the covers just above her breasts.
Her long white hair was sprawled out around her head. Her rosary is no longer wrapped around her right wrist, but is wrapped around her neck twice, the longest part of it resting in between her breasts.
Dean, now dressed, walks down the stairs of the house into the living room. He looks around and finds his cellphone on one of the side tables.
When Dean dials Sam's number, he hears another phone ring in the house. He looks around confused and the ringing stops.
"Dude..." Sam comes walking in from the kitchen, his hair a little disheveled and looking at Dean with confused, tired eyes.
"Why aren't you in bed?" Sam asks and then he holds up his phone, "And why are you calling me?"
"Sam, where are we?" Dean asks, setting down his phone.
Sam stares at Dean, "Have you been drinking again, Dean? If you need some help, you know Isabeau and I can help you."
Dean shakes his head, "No, I haven't been drinking, where are we?"
Sam sighs, walking back into the kitchen, grabbing a water from the fridge, "In our house, Dean."
Dean blinks, "Our house?"
Sam nods, "Yeah, it's been our house for the past three years. Remember? We bought the place shortly after we got engaged to Isabeau."
Dean stutters, "E-Engaged?!"
Dean then notices the wedding band around Sam's ring finger. He looks down at his own hand and sees a matching one on his own, "We married, Beau?"
Sam frowns sadly at his brother, "Are you sure you haven't been drinking, man?"
Dean shakes his head, still staring at the ring, "No… no."
"Then what's going on?" Sam asks, concerned.
"Well, the uh, the Djinn. It attacked me." Dean explains, tearing his gaze away from the wedding ring on his finger.
Sam raises a brow, "The gin? Come on, Dean. Be honest. I know you don't drink often, but this is a little scary. And even when you do drink, it's never this late."
Dean shakes his head, "No, asshat." Sam blinks in surprise at the name. Dean continues, "The Djinn. The... scary creature. Remember? It put its hand on me and then I woke up... next to Isabeau."
Sam nods, now finally understanding, "I get it now."
Dean smiles, "Thank you."
"Yeah," Sam continues, "You had a few drinks, which is fine and you went through some of Isabeau's lore books that she uses for her art. I get it, dude. I mean, imagine what it would be like reading those books high."
Dean waves his hands, "I am not drunk. Quit screwing around!"
Sam sighs, "Look, it's late. All right, let's just get some sleep."
"Loves?" A groggy voice calls from the bottom of the stairs. Sam and Dean look over to see Isabeau, who has put on a black silk robe.
Dean saw that not only was her right sleeve still there but also had her left arm done as well. He could see that her white lily tattoo was still there and he wondered if the black mamba tattoo was still there.
She rubs at her tired eyes, "What's going on?"
Sam smiles softly at her and walks up to her, placing a soft kiss on her lips, "Nothing, Beau. Dean and I were just talking."
Isabeau hums and smiles at Dean. She turns to Sam, "Go back up, we'll be there in a bit."
Sam nods, giving her one last kiss on her temple and walking up the stairs to the three's shared bedroom.
Isabeau watches Sam go up the stairs and when he's gone from her sight, she turns to Dean, crossing her arms, "What's going on?"
Dean shakes his head, "I don't know. Beau, please, you gotta remember."
Isabeau tilts her head, walking over to him, "Remember what, Dean?"
"The Djinn. We were hunting it. You called up Ava to help us." Dean recalls.
Isabeau's arms unfold and she narrows her eyes at Dean, "A djinn? Dean, were you going through my lore books and dreamt this up?"
"No! Beau, I wasn't dreaming." Dean exclaims.
Isabeau smiles and shakes her head, "I seriously think you've been around my books for too long. Maybe after tomorrow, we can all take a week off? Take a roadtrip to California back to my parents. Maybe even camping? Take your mind off things. You've been working like crazy."
Dean just stares at her, not believing that she wasn't reacting to any of this.
Isabeau softly smiles and places small kisses leading up from his neck, to his chin and then finally to his lips.
Even though everything was confusing, and almost didn't seem real, Isabeau's lips felt the same. Dean sinks into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close.
Isabeau hums in content into the kiss, her hands cupping Dean's face. She pulls her lips away from his, "How does that sound? Just the three of us. On the road for a week? We rarely get to do it."
Dean stares deep into her eyes, "Yeah, it sounds amazing, Beau." He says the only thing that came to mind.
"Good. But, let's head to bed. We have a busy day tomorrow." Isabeau says, grabbing his hand.
"I'll be up in a bit, sweetheart." Dean says, lifting up their joined hands and looking down at Isabeau's wedding ring, or should he say wedding rings. It was two seperate natural black diamond wedding rings that combined into one. He kisses them lovingly.
Isabeau nods, and heads back up the stairs to join Sam in bed and to wait for her other husband.
Dean watches Isabeau leave and frowns. He looks over and sees a pile of mail on the table and picks them up.
Isabeau Fitzgerald MacLeod-Winchester
53 Barker Ave
Lawrence, KS 66044
"Lawrence?" Dean questions aloud.
The next two envelopes are addressed to Dean and Sam, same address as Isabeau's.
"What the hell?" He sets them down.
Dean goes to a bookshelf, sees a photo of Isabeau who was covered in paint and laughing, and another of Sam and Dean embracing Isabeau.
He turns and sees another photo that shocks him. He goes over to pick it up and drops it in disbelief. The glass shatters as it breaks, and Dean turns on his heel, leaving the room.
Dean drives up in the impala across the street. He shuts off the engine and goes over to the old Winchester house from his childhood.
He bangs on the door and rings the bell two times as well. The porch light turns on and the door opens, "Dean." His mother, Mary looks at him, concerned.
Dean just stares at her a few seconds, not believing his eyes. His voice is broken when he talks to her, on the verge of crying, "Mom?"
Mary reaches out to her son, "What are you doing here? Are you all right?"
"I don't know." Dean answers.
"Well... come inside." Mary says, letting the door open and backing up.
Dean comes in and Mary closes the door. He can't take his eyes of her as she walks into the other room.
"Isabeau just called and said you just... took off all of a sudden. Her and Sam are worried about you." Mary informs him.
"Isabeau... Right…" Dean trails off, "Let me ask you a question. When I was a kid, what did you always tell me when you put me to bed?"
Mary shakes her head, "Dean, I don't understand -"
"Just answer the question." Dean says firmly.
"I told you angels were watching over you." Mary answers
"I don't believe it." Dean walks over and hugs her tightly.
Mary hugs back, confused, "Honey, you're scaring me." Dean backs off. "Now just tell me what's going on." Mary continues.
"You don't think that wishes can, can really…" Dean stutters.
"What?" Mary asks.
"Forget it." Dean hugs her again, "Forget it. I'm just uh... I'm happy to see you, that's all." He almost starts crying but pulls it together and releases the hug, looking down on Mary, "You're beautiful." He laughs a little.
Mary faintly smiles, "What?"
Dean clears his throat, "Hey, when I was uh... When I was young was there ever a fire here?" He walks towards the wall, looking at the books and pictures.
"No. Never." Mary answers.
"I thought there was."
Dean sees a picture of John and Mary smiling with Dean and Sam as little kids in front of them.
Dean smiles a little, "I guess I was wrong."
We see another picture of Dean in a cap, looking cool into the camera.
There was a series of pictures; one of both Sam and Dean both having their arms wrapped around Isabeau's waist, all three of them dressed up clearly for their high school prom.
Another one as Sam as a graduate with both Isabeau and Dean at his sides smiling happily into the camera.
The last one in the series was of him and Sam both dressed in tuxedos and Isabeau in a gorgeous wedding dress; it was their wedding photo.
Dean picks up another picture. It's in black and white and shows John, dressed in baseball clothes with a cap and a baseball bat in his hand, ready to swing, smiling at the camera.
"Dad's on a softball team." Dean says to himself and he turns around, to see Mary looking at him seriously, "Dad's... Dad's softball team. It's... That's funny to me."
Mary looks down at the photo, "He loved that stupid team."
"Dad's dead? And the thing that killed him was a…" Dean says.
"A stroke. He died in his sleep. You know that." Mary says.
Dean nods, "That's great."
Mary shakes her head, "Excuse me?"
"That - that's great. That he went peacefully, I mean. It sure beats the alternative." Dean says, looking back down at the photo.
"You've been drinking." She frowns a little. She knew that Dean wasn't a big drinker, but sometimes he does get a little carried away. Usually Isabeau or Sam stops him.
Dean shakes his head, putting down the photo, "No, I haven't. Mom."
"I'm just gonna call Isabeau and have her and Sam come pick you up, Ok?" Mary reaches for the phone.
"Wait. No, no!" Dean puts his hand over Mary's which is over the phone about to pick it up.
"Don't - don't do that. Don't do that. I wanna stay here." Dean begs.
"Why?"
"Because I-I miss the place." Dean smiles reassuringly, "It's okay, you - you go to bed. Okay?"
He goes over to the couch, sits down, and looks around a bit. Mary walks up to him, strokes his face tenderly, "Are you sure you're all right?"
Dean nods, "I think so."
"Okay." She bends down and kisses his forehead, like all mothers do. She starts out the room, stops by the door, "Get some rest. I love you."
"Me too." Dean replies.
She smiles and then goes to bed. Dean stays on the couch, looking perplexed and sees a new photo on one of the side tables. It was a photo of both his family and Isabeau's family.
John, Mary, Yvette and Bartholmieu were clustered together, arms around each other like they were the best of friends. Sam, Isabeau and Dean had their arms around each other as well, sitting down on a bench. And finally, Alphonse, Eugene and Dion were sitting down in front of them, everyone smiling at the camera. They were one big happy family.
Dean wakes up on the couch to the sound of birds singing outside. When his eyes focus, he sees a picture of the whole family; the boys as kids and John is wearing a Santa hat, looking very happy.
Dean opens his eyes completely, sitting up, confused. He dials his phone.
Inside Isabeau, Sam and Dean's home, Isabeau's phone rings on the nightstand but the sound of the shower drowns out the call.
Isabeau's laughter echoes in the bathroom, mixing with Sam's chuckles, "Naughty, Beau."
"Well, what are you going to do about it, Mr. Winchester?" Isabeau asks, biting her lip.
Sam continues to chuckle, "Dean and I will discuss that later, Mrs. Winchester."
Isabeau's voice rings out, "Hey, it's me. I can't come to the pho-"
Dean hangs up.
"Well I don't think I've seen you in my class before." The Professor says, sitting at his desk with Dean sitting right across from him.
"You kiddin' me? I love your lectures. You…" Dean points his finger at the professor, "You make learning fun."
They laugh. "So. What can I do for you?" The Professor asks.
"What can you tell me about Djinns?" Dean asks.
Dean and the Professor are standing over a bunch of books. "Well, a lot of Muslims believed the Djinn are very real. And they're mentioned in the Koran—" The Professor explains.
Dean nods, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Get to the wish part."
"What about it?" The Professor asks.
"Do you think they could really do it?" Dean asks.
The Professor stares at him for a moment, "Um... Uh, no. No, I don't think they can 'really do it'. You understand these are mythic creatures?"
Dean stutters, "Yeah, I know. I-I-I know. I know. But uh... I mean in the stories. You know, say you had a wish, uh. But you never even said it out loud. Like that, uh... that a loved one never died. Or that, uh, something awful never happened."
The Professor nods, "Supposedly, yes. I mean they have godlike power. They can alter reality however they want. Past. Present. Future."
"Why would the Djinn do it? What, self-defense? Or maybe it's not really evil." Dean asks aloud. Ava was part Djinn. Maybe he could find her through Isabeau and ask more questions.
"Son?"
"Hm?" Dean hums.
"You been drinking?" The Professor asks.
Dean looks over, "Everybody keeps asking me that. But uh... No."
Professor hums, "You know, I have a woman that comes in her all the time, asking some similar questions."
Dean narrows his eyes, "Really?"
The Professor nods, "Yes, her name is, uh, ah, Isabeau Fitzgerald MacLeod-Winchester… try saying that five times fast."
Dean furrows his brow. Questions flooded his mind; Did Isabeau still hunt? Was she still a hybrid? Was she still searching for yellow eyes?
Outside the campus, Dean opens the trunk to the impala and where there's only old magazines and paper cups and a rag in there, no guns or other weapons.
Dean laughs, "Well, who'd'a thought, baby. We're civilians." He closes the trunk, and looks over at the building.
A girl is standing in a white shirt, skirt and shoes, staring at him. Dean's smile fades as he senses something. He looks at her for a little while and then starts to cross the street, walking towards her.
Suddenly a car screeches to a halt as it avoids running into Dean. The driver hits the horn and Dean holds out his hand as he looks at the car. When he turns back towards the girl, she's gone. He looks puzzled for a moment, then turns back to the impala.
Inside the old house, Dean takes a bite out of a big sandwich, grunting because of how good it is, "Mmm. Mmm. Mmm!" Dean calls out, mouth full, "This is the best sandwich, ever!"
"Thank you." Mary says from the other room.
Dean calls out again, "I tried to get hold of Isabeau earlier. You know, to explain why I left."
"She's probably busy with her job. I know that her job has been sending her out of state as well and she's making sure that she doesn't have to leave for a while." Mary explains.
Dean nods, "Yeah… when Isabeau comes back home. Does she come back home injured? Cuts, bruises… bullet wounds."
Mary's spoon clunks loudly in the sink as she stares forward, away from Dean's vision. She licks her lips nervously and clutches her cup. Isabeau would've never told Sam or Dean what she is. She wanted a normal life for them and Mary respected her daughter-in-law's decision.
Mary puts on a comforting smile and walks over to Dean with her coffee, changing the subject, "Sweetie, I–I... Don't get me wrong. I am thrilled you are... hanging out here... all of a sudden." She quickly strokes Dean's chin, "But uh... shouldn't you be at work?"
"Work?" Dean questions, not forgetting that his mother brushed over his question.
Mary raises her brows, "At the garage?"
Dean nods, "Right. The garage. It's where I work, yeah. No, I-I–I've got the day off." He snickers, "Heh. Good thing."
He takes another bite, again, grunting because of how good it is. He looks to the window.
Dean gets up, leaving his sandwich and looks out the window, "That lawn looks like it could use some mowing."
"You want to mow the lawn?" Mary asks.
Dean grins with some of the sandwich in his mouth, "You kidding me? I'd love to mow the law."
"Knock yourself out. You'd think you'd never mowed a lawn in your life." Mary comments, taking a sip of her coffee.
Dean shrugs, apparently thinking that no, he never has mowed a lawn. He looks all kinds of happy about the prospect of doing so.
Dean starts the lawn mower and starts to mow the lawn, looking really happy, enjoying it. He's not very adept at it.
He sees the neighbor across the street putting out the garbage. He waves to him like a regular guy does in this regular world. The neighbor waves back, telegraphing 'surprise' with his wave, and then Dean continues the mowing.
Dean is sitting on the steps to the front porch, drinking a beer, feeling happy. He looks over when he hears a car approaching. It's a black 1958 Chevrolet impala convertible with it's top, down.
Dean smiles as he sees Sam and Isabeau sitting in the car, "I don't believe it." If Isabeau had her Sweetheart, then she has to be in contact with Bobby. He gave her Sweetheart for her 18th birthday.
He gets up to go greet Sam and Isabeau who are getting out of the car. "Dean!" Isabeau runs up to him, throwing his arms around him, squeezing him tightly, "What's going on? Why did you just leave last night?"
Dean squeezes back, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Just wanted to spend time with mom."
Isabeau chuckles, "Can't blame you for that." She pulls away and Dean takes in what she's wearing. It's a little different from what she usually wore; it was a black button up with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, exposing her tattoos, black skinny jeans with a few rips in them and ankle black boots.
She still wore her multitude of rings and earrings, and her rosary which was now around her neck and no longer on her right wrist. That part threw Dean off a little bit.
Isabeau notices that he's staring and consciously looks down, "Yeah, I know it's not my usual wear, but-"
"Still beautiful, sweetheart." Dean comments, placing a kiss on her lips.
Sam comes up and pats Dean's shoulder, "You sure you're okay?"
Dean and Isabeau pull away from their kiss and Dean nods, "Yeah, I'm good."
Isabeau hums, "Sorry we're a little late. Stretch had to send some last-minute emails to his Professor's. Our little lawyer finished his work."
Dean chuckles, "Stanford. Online classes?"
Sam narrows his eyes, "Yeah, we decided it would be the best choice to do online. Isabeau did the same for her art history degree."
Sam chuckles, motioning to the beer in Dean's hand, "I see you started off Mom's birthday with a bang."
Isabeau chuckles, "Usually I'm the one to start it." She subconsciously moves her hand to her stomach, rubbing at it softly. Neither brother notices the action.
Dean blinks, "Wait. Mom's birthday, that's, that's today?"
Sam and Isabeau exchange a worried look. Sam shifts, "Yeah. Yeah, Dean. That's today. That's why we're here. Don't tell me you forgot."
Dean looks nonplussed, "Wha…"
They're all sitting at a round table in a fancy restaurant that Dean was used to seeing Isabeau dress up for.
Dean gets served a plate with asparagus spears bound into an upright sheaf, "Wow, that... looks awesome." He trails off.
Isabeau laughs from between him and Sam, who chuckles as well. Sam clears his throat, "All right. To Mom." He raises his glass, "Happy birthday."
Everyone follows suit and Isabeau smiles, "Happy birthday."
Mary smiles at the three of them, "Thank you." They all clink their glasses in a cheer.
"To mom." Dean comments, taking a sip of his drink.
As Dean watches Sam and Isabeau kiss and he smiles. He couldn't believe it; both him and Sam married Isabeau. They still grew up together, still were best friends as they were lovers.
Isabeau leans over to Dean when she was done kissing Sam, "I was really worried about you last night."
Dean gives her a comforting smile, "Oh I'm ... I'm good. I'm really good."
Isabeau nods with a smile, "Okay. What do you say, later we get you a cheeseburger?" She says, knowing that this type of food wasn't his cup of tea.
"Oh God, yes." Dean says.
Isabeau smiles, knowing that would make him happy.
Dean stares into her baby blue eyes and licks his lips. His heart was racing and seeing Isabeau in a beautiful short black satin dress didn't help his case, "How did I get so lucky to be with you?"
Isabeau purses her lips with a faint smile, "I think I should be asking that, Dearie."
He laughs and kisses her. Sam glances over watching the two; he smiles. Even with Dean acting a little weird the past couple of days, he was happy to see Dean be his regular self.
Dean and Isabeau pull away and Isabeau bites her lip, not wanting to hold back her surprise any longer.
Isabeau clears her throat and nervously fiddles with her rosary, "I actually have another surprise for Mary's birthday." She pulls out two small boxes, handing one to each of her husbands.
Sam and Dean looked down at the boxes, perplexed. They slowly open them and when they take off the lids, both of them are frozen.
Mary smiles in anticipation, "What? What is it?"
Sam begins to chuckle, pulling out a photo from an ultrasound. Dean pulls out a similar one. Two little dark spots that indicated two embryos.
Isabeau smiles, "I'm pregnant with twins." She announces. Dean's eyes immediately look down to Isabeau's stomach while Isabeau was rubbing it softly.
Sam instantly places his hand on top of Isabeau's and there's a few tears coming to his eyes, "We're going to be parents?" He asks for himself and Dean.
Mary laughs happily, "Oh my God! That's so wonderful." She gets up and hugs Isabeau, who's also gotten up.
Sam gets up as well, while Dean still sits.
"Congratulations." Mary says to Isabeau, placing a motherly kiss on her daughter-in-laws cheek.
"Thank you." Isabeau smiles, her heart fluttering at all the excitement.
Mary walks over and hugs Sam, "I just wish your dad was here."
Sam smiles sadly as they pull away, "Yeah. Me too."
Mary hugs Dean as he gets up from his seat, "Congratulations, Dean. You're going to be a wonderful father."
Dean smiles, letting out a small chuckle, "Thanks, mom." He mulls over the word father as Mary pulls away from their hug.
Mary smiles and goes back over to Isabeau, "Now let me see those ultrasounds, Isa. I want to see my grandbabies."
Isabeau chuckles as she hears the nicknames that only a certain group of people in life call her, and Mary was the one exception.
Sam pulls Dean in for a brotherly hug, breaking Dean out of his trance, "We're going to be father's, Dean. Can you believe it?"
Dean chuckles, giving Sam a hardy slap on Sam's back, "No I can't." The two brothers pull away, "But I'm happy for all of us." Dean says sincerely with a smile.
Sam tilts his head at his brother, not expecting the sincerity.
Over Sam's shoulder, Dean sees the same girl that he saw on campus earlier, when he was almost hit by a car. She looks much filthier this time. Dean's smile fades, he brushes past Sam and walks over.
Sam turns around when Dean hits his shoulder while passing by. Dean passes a lot of people and when he passes the last one, the girl is gone.
Dean turns around and looks at his family, as they stand looking at him, wondering what's up. Isabeau frowns a little, her hand over her stomach. She was worried for her husband.
As they enter the old Winchester house, the two women laugh as they enter.
Sam looks at his brother in concern as they walk into the living room, letting their wife and mother talk, "So, Dean, what was uh... what was all that back at the restaurant?" He asks.
Dean stutters, "Ah... I-I thought I saw someone. I'm sure it's nothing."
"Well, I had a lovely birthday. Thank you. Good night." Mary announces, saying goodbye to the three of them.
"Good night." Isabeau says, sending a loving kiss her mother-in-laws way.
Dean smiles, "Good night."
Sam smiles as well, "Night, Mom."
When Mary leaves, Sam wraps his long arms around Isabeau, being careful of her stomach, "Yeah, well I'm beat. Ready to turn in?" Sam asks both of them, giving a smirk to Isabeau.
Isabeau smiles softly, placing a kiss on his chin, "I know for a fact, none of us will be sleeping tonight."
Sam chuckles, "Right about that love." He grabs Isabeau's keys in her hand, "I'm going to go start the car."
Sam removes his arms and then points at Dean, "We need to talk, because this one was being naughty this morning."
Dean blinks in surprise as Sam slaps Isabeau's ass and smirks at them when he leaves. From last Dean remembered, the three of them were just getting used to the act of both Dean and Sam having sex with Isabeau together, he didn't know that in this new reality it was much more developed.
Isabeau just shakes her head and wraps her arms around Dean's waist, looking up at him. She reaches up and caresses his cheek, "Are you sure you're okay?" She was still concerned for Dean. He wasn't acting like his usual self.
Dean faintly smiles, "I'm great, sweetheart. Just, overwhelmed is all."
Isabeau nods, understanding, "I know, two babies are going to be a handful."
Dean chuckles and bites his lip, "Let's go celebrate, sweetheart. Of course no drinks for you, but why don't you call up your coven? Have a big get together?" Dean asks.
Isabeau freezes at the word coven. She stares at him, confused and also fearful. How could he know? She kept it a secret for her entire life. He shouldn't know, neither of her husbands should know.
Isabeau swallows thickly, "Dean, I don't know what you're talking about."
Dean frowns, "What do you mean? Your coven. The girls. All the hybrids... What about Bobby and Ellen, your godparents?"
Isabeau licks her lips, putting on a smile, "Dean, I really think you should step away from my books. It's getting to your head, and it's making me worried."
She steps away, grabbing his hand, "Come on, let's go home. We can start packing for our trip."
Dean nods numbly, letting Isabeau drag him out of the house.
His heart broke; he loved his witch. He loved her using her powers, her fire, it was a part of her. A part that he never admitted, but he loved it. He would love Isabeau with or without her powers, but hearing her deny all of it was heartbreaking.