We got out of the car and John put Jo and Sam in a double stroller.
It was simple, and there was a hardware store across the street. John let me keep Sam and Jo with me and took Dean with him to get hardware.
I walked down the aisles and soon the cart was full of just kids clothes and needs.
I checked out those things and brought them to the car to see John loading his purchases into the car. "Did you buy the whole store?" he asked me. I smiled.
"I wanted them to be taken care of. I even got Dean clothes." I said. Dean smiled and I could tell that John knew he had lost this battle.
We all headed into the store once again and bought things for the children. Dean needed a bed frame that was not broken and Sam needed a toddler bed, not a king size bed.
Jo needed a crib and not just a pack and play. We bought them those and things that went with it.
My father's house was so big that each child would get their own room, as would John and I together.
The thought made me uneasy but I was doing it for these children. I didn't want them to end up like me without a father.
We finished getting everything and the kids were hungry, I looked at John and we realized that we had not gotten food for the kids and then for the house, so off we went. Once the kids had finished eating, we went grocery shopping and by the time we were done, you would think we were feeding an army. The back of the truck was filled and John had to put a cover on it to make sure that nothing came out.
We arrived home, and sat the kids in front of the T.V.
We emptied the kids rooms completely and brought everything to the living room, eventually John took the extra furniture and put it outside to be picked up by the garbage trucks. We then proceeded to get Jo's room done since she was the youngest baby. Dean was holding her on the couch watching T.V. I smiled at house simple it was to make three kids happy.
We went upstairs and put together the crib, after I had cleaned the entire room. John just shook his head and laughed saying something about "Women...cleaning freaks." I smiled and we set up Jo's room. I placed all her clothes that were clean in the drawers and closet. I took all the dirty laundry and put it in the living room. One way or another, this house was going to be clean.
Jo was getting sleepy and so, I decided that a bath was in order. Upon seeing the bathroom, I almost died. It took me two hours to clean it and set it up to perfection. The bathroom looked brand new when I was done with it. We went with an under the sea theme. I walked out of the bathroom and found John holding a not sleepy Jo. I smiled and spoke. "Here, let me give her a bath and put her to bed for you." I said. I could see that John was really tired. "Are you sure?" he asked with hesitation in his voice. I smiled. "I'm sure, just take a nap and I'll wake you up when I put her to sleep." I said. "You should rest. We still have two kid's rooms to do and our room." I said. John nodded and I took Joe, gave her a bath, fed her, burped her, and put her to bed. That took an hour. John was asleep on the couch and I smiled. I looked to the boys and realized they were asleep on the couch next to their dad. I smiled and turned the T.V. Off and realized it was late. So, I sat in a chair in Jo's room and fell asleep.
I woke up bright and early and was happy to see Jo still asleep. I walked down to the living room and saw that John was still asleep but the boys were up and watching T.V. Again. I smiled and shook John awake. John looked around with surprise. "It's morning, why didn't you wake me?" he asked. I smiled.
Jo is in her room sleeping still, and you and the boys were out last night so I just let you sleep. I slept in the chair in Jo's room. John's eyes saddened.
"I'm sorry, that was rude of me. I didn't give you a bed to sleep in." he said. I smiled. "It's ok, we will get the house done." I said.
John smiled and we were off. The boys ate cereal and watched T.V. Till John turned it off telling them to go outside and play and that Dean had to watch his brother.
Dean did with a grumpy spirit and then we were off to work. We had just finished the boys' rooms when we heard screaming. John jumped into action as did I.
We ran to Jo's room to see she was playing nice with her toys in her crib, and then ran to see if the boys were ok.
John ran outside first, and I realized that I could not leave Jo alone, so I went and grabbed her and then went to join them.
John was holding a sobbing Sam and Dean and bringing them inside. "What happened?" I asked. We walked inside, and John locked the door and then bolted it.
He put the boys on the couch and then spoke after he had settled them down with T.V.
I placed Jo in her portable crib in the living room and John motioned for me to come to the kitchen.
They are fine, it was just a dead animal, and the boys love animals so they were sad. I sighed. "Thank God. I thought it was something worse." I said. John nodded. "Yeah, me too." he replied.
The Next couple days, after sleeping on the couches, John and I decided to finish the house, because we had one day left. We were both filled with fear, and we knew that if we didn't do what Bobby had said then all would be a loss.
I was just finishing cleaning the kitchen and was placing dinner on the stove when John came in, covered in mud. "No, no mud. I just cleaned this room." I said. John looked around and quirked an eyebrow. "so you did." he said. He then retreated into the back of the house to clean up. I sighed.
John Winchester was not the man I ever envisioned myself getting married to. He was a slob, a pig, his hygene could use some pointers, and he had no clue how to be a good father to his children. What was this world coming to and what was my dad thinking on making us get married.
Later that day, John returned, and we got the kids fed, cleaned up, and to bed. It was around eight o'clock and we had time to finish the rest of the house. John had finished his outside work this week, and all that was left was to do the inside work. All the rooms had been painted and I had cleaned every room to make it nice and neat. Now, we just needed to finish putting together the furniture and placing it where it went.
John and I tried our hardest to work together. He would groan when I talked about style to him. I would blank out when he talked about hunting gear. It was not going well. Finally John yelled. "SERIOUSLY WOMAN! JUST PUT IT WHERE YOU WANT IT, I DON'T CARE!" he yelled. I stopped dead in my tracks and felt the tears begin to fill my eyes.
"I of all people should be yelling. I gave up my life so that those kids could have a home." I said. "So that you all could have money to live and still save the world, oh royal hunter!" I yelled back. John just stared at me.
"What do you want from me!" he yelled. I sighed. What did I want from John Winchester? Then it hit me. If we were stuck like this, then I would want it to work and be real. There was no use in both of us pretending when it wasn't real that in itself would hurt more. I spoke.
"I want you to try to make the best of this, for the sake of those children and our future children." I said. John stared at me. Then spoke. "I think the couch should go over there." he said and pointed. That was the end of the conversation. We didn't speak of it the rest of the night.
John helped me finish and all that was left was our room. We were both dreading it, that's why we waited till last. I had called and quit my job and one of my coworkers had packed my apartment up. She had hired someone to drive it here, and it was here the other day, but I didn't unpack for fear of facing reality. John would sleep on the couch and I would sleep in Jo's room on the recliner. It was time and we both knew it.
We climbed the stairs and looked at the room. It wasn't too bad. We got to work on cleaning the room out. We didn't just dump it in the living room, no, we found places in the house for the things we wanted to keep, and chucked what we didn't want.
We had finished the room and unpacked our stuff. John had a dresser and so did I. I turned and unpacked the rest of my clothes, putting my suitcase in the closet away nice and neat. John put his duffel bag next to my suitcase and we were done. We closed the closet door and stared at the bed. We were done. John was the first to speak. "So, what side do you want?" he asked. I smiled. "I'll take the window side. I would be totally freaked out if I got eaten first." I said jokingly. John chuckled at that, and soon, we were getting ready for bed. Our room had it's own bathroom, and so John took a shower first, and then I did. I got into my pajamas, and realized I had left my robe on the rocking chair in our room. I sighed. I know it wasn't my wedding night, but I was hoping that maybe we would just get it over with. How horrible was that?
I opened the bedroom door to see John reading a book in the right side of the bed. He looked up at me and our eyes met. We stayed locked like that for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a couple seconds.
John put the book down and walked up to me. "Are you ok?" he asked. I sighed. "No, I'm not ok." I said. This is not how I envisioned my life turning out, let alone marrying someone who does not love me! I wanted to marry for love!
But no, my dad had to make me marry you to help take care of you and your family!" I said. I realized then that my words should have never come out of my mouth. John sighed. "I'm going to sleep in the living room, and no one asked for your help!" he said.
That night, I tossed and turned about what I had said.
I didn't get any sleep. I woke up, took a shower, and got dressed. I headed into Jo's room to see her playing with Sam and Dean on her bedroom floor. I smiled and headed down to make breakfast.
I found John asleep on the couch, wearing nothing but sweatpants. I gulped. He was toned in all the right places and looked so handsome!
The doorbell rang and I realized how this looked. I quickly ran to John and shook him awake. He woke up with a start and went to grab me, then next thing I knew, I was under John Winchester with a knife to my throat.
Upon realizing it was me, the knife left my throat, but we didn't move. I could feel his breath on me. It felt amazing, and I felt my stomach do flips.
He slowly leaned down to me, and I swear he was going to kiss me. Then the doorbell rang, again. I had forgotten about it.
John quickly got up and I was left sitting on the couch as he ran upstairs. I opened the door to see that the lawyer was there.
I invited him in, with his clipboard. He walked in and examined the house, and when he got to the living room, he stopped upon seeing the blanket on the couch, pooling onto the floor.
"I see you two are not sleeping in the same room." he said. I stopped. Just then John came into the room holding two boys under his arms. "Now you boys clean up this fort right now." he said in a fun way. The boys were laughing and the lawyer relaxed upon thinking that it was a simple fort. I watched as the lawyer started to leave but then motioned for me to follow him into the kitchen.
I followed and he spoke in a high whisper. "I must say you made this home suitable for children and a family. You passed in that aspect.
I will not be informing the child agency, but you two don't think I'm that stupid do you?" he asked. I sighed,
"What do you mean?" I asked. The lawyer sighed and looked at me. "You two must sleep in the same room and have a real marriage, or Bobby Singer's estate is bye bye." he said. I nodded. "How long do we have before..." I stopped.
The lawyer handed me a piece of paper.
"I was hoping it would not come to this, but this form must be brought to a doctor for examinations by the end of the month." he said.
My eyes bugged out. "That's two weeks!" I said.
"Yes it is, I am trying to help you two, not hurt you, but if you proceed to keep trying to work your way around this agreement, then you will be lucky to get out with the skin on your back." he said.
I gasped. That sounded like a threat, I looked into his eyes. He didn't look like a demon. I sighed and answered. "Thank you very much, I hope you have a nice trip on your way out, I mean...not like that, but a nice drive back." I said.
The lawyer didn't look to pleased and John laughed upon walking in and hearing the last part. I handed him the paperwork as I showed the lawyer out and heard his quick intake of breath, but no breath being let out. When the lawyer had left, he looked at me.
"This is some pretty heavy stuff we are dealing with." He said. I sighed. "We have no choice now." I said. John sighed. "Why don't we talk about this when the kids go to bed." he said. I nodded. "Sounds good." I replied. I didn't want to have children hearing me talk about this.
The day went well, and soon the kids were in bed. I was up in my room when I opened closet and found a box in it. I remembered my coworker gave it to me. She said not to open it till later, and I never die. I sighed and opened it, inside was something was white and silky. I gasped. My coworker had gotten me a lingerie baby doll and it was white, like bridal white. I quickly put it in my drawer, and ran downstairs and disposed of the box.
The next thing I know, I am on my way downstairs, but something has crashed through the upstairs window, and tackled me to the ground and down the stairs. I felt pain in my leg and the feeling of my leg being torn.
I screamed and heard someone run to me. It was John. I tried to get up, but couldn't. I was flipped around and found a werewolf on top of me.
"Who let the dogs out?" I asked. Trying to make light of the situation. "Sidney, don't move! He has not attached yet. We need to find out what he wants." he yelled.
I nodded. "I can't move if I tried. This thing weighs a ton." I said. John ran off, hopefully to get a gun to kill this thing.
The werewolf growled, and jumped off me. I scrambled away, and tried to ease my way away from it. That was a bad idea.
The next thing I knew, the werewolf was coming at me and it was intending to kill me. Suddenly, a shot rang out and the werewolf fell to the ground, blood going everywhere. I screamed again as hands reached for me.
"Sidney, relax it's me! It's ok, it's me, John." he said. I stopped fighting and looked to John who was looking at me with worried eyes. "Are you ok?" he asked. I nodded. "yes, except for my leg." I said. John looked at my leg and sighed. "don't worry, it's not broken, looks like some wood just cut you, but it does not need stitches." he said. I sighed in relief. "A good cleaning should do the trick." he said. I nodded. "Now will you please tell me why I was just attacked by a werewolf?" I asked. John sighed. I'm going to have to find out..." he stopped. "What?" I asked. John got up and looked at the moon then ran to the calendar, then looked at me. "What?" I asked again. John sighed. It's a full moon, that's why he came out, and as far as him attaching you, a full moon is the best time for werewolves to get stronger by drinking the blood of a ….." he stopped and stared at me. "What?" I asked. John gulped and finished. "Drinking the blood of a virgin." he said. The next thing I knew, I blacked out.
When I woke up, I was on our bed. I looked down at my leg to see that it was fully healed. I gaped at it. I had heard my dad talking about a potion or a ritual that would do that, but I never had seen it till now. I got up and realized I was covered in blood. I hopped into the shower and got changed. I walked out of the bedroom door to see that John had cleaned up the mess, and fixed the window by boarding it closed. I sighed in relief. As least we didn't need to feel the cold night air.
I walked down the stairs and saw that John had gotten rid of the werewolf body and cleaned up the mess. It looked like nothing had happened. I walked into the kitchen and saw John in the living room.
John was on the couch drinking a beer, and watching the game. I sighed and sat next to him and studied the T.V. John turned the T.V. Off and looked at me. I returned the favor and we just sat like that for what seemed like hours.
Of course, it was only a minuet, then John spoke. "I have been meaning to ask you something without it coming across as rude." he said. I sighed. Here it is, I knew he was going to ask this question. "Are you a virgin?" he asked. The bomb had dropped and I knew it was coming.
I was in fact a virgin, and this was not how I envisioned my first time to be. I sighed and looked at John and didn't even have to answer. He gaped at me. "Really?" he asked. I nodded. "Yes, I could not tell you why if I tried. Maybe because I just have never trusted anyone." I said. John nodded and then spoke. "I can't promise that it will be perfection, but I can promise to try and make it as special as possible." he said. I looked at John. He was trying to be kind to me and I knew it was hard for him.
"Thank you. I know this is not what you had in mind for life, but I think my dad may have known what he was doing." I said. John froze and listened. When John had saved me, I knew that he was a man who was doing good in the world by saving people, and if I could be a part of that and help, then I would.
"He was a smart man, making us lean on each other to make each others' lives easier." he said. I nodded. "I was always alone, it was getting kind of hard." I Said. John nodded. "Three children and no one to help raise them. Being a single father is hard." He said. I nodded. "I think that my dad was doing what he thought was right, and maybe if we go alone with it and try, for him, then things will work out the way he wanted them to." I said.
What was I saying? What was wrong with me. John turned and looked at me and then spoke.
"I think that I'm willing to give this a try if you are." he said. I nodded. "I am." I replied.
John smiled and my heart jumped in my chest. I shook it off and sighed. John turned on the T.V. And we tried to have a calm night. Maybe John Winchester was not such a bad guy after all.