Deathly Slaves
I do not own Sam, Mary, John, or Dean. I rule all else…
Also, I'd like to dedicate the story to Leah. It's her birthday today! Yay! Happy Birthday Leah!
Chapter Eight
Dean looked at her dumfounded. What did she mean abortion? Surely they hadn't conceived a kid….. Right? After all, I always use…Oh shit. I don't even know if we used protection or not. Awww….. fuck. Whole god damn world…
"Dean?"
"Um... yea."
He looked up at her. No wonder she wasn't feeling well. The whole morning sickness bit.
"Are you okay?"
"Well, yea but… do we need to have an, a… you know?"
"Abortion? Well, yeah. I doubt you want to stay around and take care of it. And I seriously don't want to have to drag kids on hunts."
"But-"
Leah jumped up and ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
"Leah," he said as he walked over to the bathroom door, "Are you ok?"
He heard puking sounds from inside. The faintly reminded him of a hangover.
"Yeah," she said in between breaths, "Just morning sickness."
A second went by and then Leah opened the door. She quickly walked back into the room and sat back down on the bed.
"So you're okay with it?"
"Yeah. I mean we have no other choice right," he asked, watching her intently.
"Yeah," sadness was obvious in her voice.
She stood up and walked over to him. He pulled her into a deep hug. She started sobbing into his shirt. She had to let it out. And Dean wanted her to.
"I'm really sorry," she said between sobs.
"Hey, I was there too. Remember?"
He got a laugh out of her. That was his plan. He needed to here her laugh. It was so smoothing. It was almost as if the sun didn't shine and her laugh made it come out and play.
"So," he said, still going for a laugh, "Last night. You're sure you didn't see who started it?"
"Oh shut up, Dean," she laughed, "Of course I did. But I'm not telling you."
He smiled and let go of her. It was obvious why he liked her. She was so much like him.
Too stubborn to see straight.
"So you started it?"
"Dean!"
"Ok, alright. How do you know that, your, well, ya know," Dean said gesturing toward her stomach.
"Carrying a child? Pregnant?"
"Yeah," Dean said blushing a little.
"Well, I saw the babies," she said a little sad.
"Babies?"
"And that's another thing. Twins kind of run in my family…."
"Twins? For God's sake, I sleep with you once and we have two kids!"
"Dean!"
"Sorry."
She sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at her hands. Dean sat next to her, watching her for any signal that he could find.
"I saw them. I was lying in the hospital bed holding a little girl and you were standing next to me holding a boy. We were naming them," she trailed off.
Dean could tell it was hard for her to get out, so he didn't push the subject, instead waited for her to say it.
"The boy, we decided would be Dean John Winchester."
She looked at him for any sign of recognition.
"Dean for me. John for my dad."
She nodded and continued, "And the girl was Mary Samantha."
Again she looked at him for recognition.
He nodded, "Samantha for Sam. Mary for my mom."
He chuckled.
"Sam had a girl named after him," he said.
She smirked then quickly became serious.
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"There was a wedding ring on my finger."
He nodded. That piece of information was the easiest to process. It seemed like she remembered something, and quickly walked into the living room. Dean, having no other choice, followed.
"And then I saw someone get hurt. Tonight. I saw a shadow of somebody, and then something ghostly looking after it. Once the shadow, which I'm assuming is a man saw the ghost thing, it was too late," she said as she clicked on the computer.
"Okay," he said as he pulled a chair next to her and sat down.
After a few seconds, Leah had the information she wanted.
"Here. It says something about all workers abandoning it. The owner said he would get the problem fixed immediately and all the employees agreed to come back to work after that."
"And that means?"
She turned off the computer and looked at him.
"He must have thought it was a bunch of teens playing a game," Dean said.
"So he's going to stay late and try to kill it. By himself."
"Which means he obviously doesn't know what he's facing."
"Which means he might get killed."
"Aww, crap."