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Chapter 21
Missouri Mosely sat in stunned awe at the pregnant young woman currently laying in her guestbed.
" Unbelievable." Whispered the Older Woman at the story that had just been told.
" Unbelievable but true. Sam'll fill you in on the finer details but yeah, for what was the past month for you guys here, was a full year for him and me where we ended up after he... Died. It's how this little gem I'm carrying inside me is possible." Said Alkaya as she brought her hands around her swollen belly.
Missouri found herself growing warm inside at the sight of this happy young mother to be.
" May I?" She asked.
Alkaya's smile grew wider as she nodded her head, watching as the older woman slowly reached out and gently placed her hand over the swell of the younger woman's belly.
No sooner had Missouri's hand come to rest over the warm bump, both women let out startled noises as a certain special little someone decided to make their presence known.
" Hey settle down, that hurts you know." Chuckled Alkaya as she stared down at her stomach, where from inside her baby just gave her a swift kick.
Missouri was stunned by what her hand had felt before she started to chuckle herself, tears coming to her eyes.
" What's wrong Ms. Mosely?" Asked Alkaya as she watched the Psychic dash a hand across her eyes.
" Oh no Sweetheart, nothin's wrong I just... I feel so happy, and believe me I haven't been happy in a long while." Said Missouri with a tearful smile.
" Well, I'm glad I could make you feel better Ms. Mosely." Said Alkaya with a small grin of her own.
" Hey now, none of that. Just call me Missouri." Said Missouri with a smile before she continued.
" Now, Sam told you to take it easy so, lay back and rest. I'll go get you a glass of milk."
" Wait Ms. Missouri it's..." Alkaya began, saying that the glass of milk wasn't necessary when the older woman turned and gave her one of her patented Mother Hen stares.
" Okay." Said Alkaya feebly as she settled herself into the bed, watching Missouri's retreating form before turning her gaze to the bedroom window, staring out into the darkness with snowflakes still falling, though it was now falling heavier than earlier.
Alkaya let a small sigh escape her.
She was both longing for Sam to return, but dreading what would happen once he came back with his father and brother.
She just hoped all hell wouldn't break loose when Dean and John Winchester would find out they were going become an uncle and a grandfather in one and a half months time.
Would they be okay with it?
Would they direct there inevitable anger at her for how the Higher Powers had taken Sam?
Would they accept the child growing inside her as a member of their family?
Would they think she and the baby were a demonic entity and do what was instinct for them? They were two very skilled hunters after all,
Would they-
Alkaya was abruptly shaken from her anxiety filled thought by a small kick from ' Peanut ' as the baby was often referred to.
" Guess you don't like it when I get all melodramatic do you. Okay, Mommy won't think like that. Everything will be just fine." Sighed Alkaya as she rubbed her stomach.
She looked up when Missouri returned, carrying a tall glass of luke-warm milk in her hands.
Missouri was about to hand it over to Alkaya when she watched the younger woman's eyes turn a pale, wolf-like ice blue. She felt the glass of milk in her hands begin to grow warmer and vibrate a litte. Missouri watched mesmerized as the glass broke free of her loose grasp and floated over to Alkaya's outstretched hand in one fluid motion.
Alkaya gave Missouri one of her signature mega-watt grins as she brought the glass to her lips and quickly drained it of it's silky white contents.
" Thanks." Said Alkaya as she wiped off her milk-mustache with the back of the sleeve of the loose fitting white top she was wearing over a pair of black silk pants as she made the now empty glass float back to Missouri's hands.
" No problem, now get some sleep. Sam said he wouldn't be back until later." Said Missouri, a soft order to the younger woman.
Alkaya sighed and nodded to the other woman before she settled back fully into the soft covers. Missouri felt a small pang ring through her heart as she watched Alkaya turn her now normal blue-green gaze back to the window, a look of pure longing etching itself across her heartshaped face.
" Goodnight Ms. Missouri." Said Alkaya quietly, her gaze never leaving the window.
" Goodnight Sweetheart. Sleep tight now, ya here?" Said Missouri softly.
" Yes ma'am." Sighed Alkaya, turning her gaze to the older woman with a tiny smile.
Missouri nodded and switched the light off, closing the door behind her as she left Alkaya to her sleep.
She headed downstairs and all but collapsed into one of the chairs in the living room. After everything that had happened in a few short hours, she was totally spent. She sat quietly and turned on the TV while she waited for Sam to returned
Back upstairs, with another deep sigh, Alkaya turned her gaze back to the window, her lips forming a small whisper as she began to doze off into a deep slumber.
" Bean Stalk"
Meanwhile, on the deserted highway back to Lawrence...
Sam Winchester heaved a small sigh of his own as he glanced up at the rear view mirror from where he sat in the driver's seat of the Impala.
Man, he'd missed riding in this car, hell, he'd even missed listening to Dean's " Mullet Rock" which was why AC/DC's ' Back in Black ' was softly playing on the radio at a very low volume.
Speaking of Dean, Sam's glance at the rearview mirror gave him a clear view of his still unconscious big brother slumped over with his head resting on an equally senseless John Winchester's shoulder.
Sam had easily levitated both men off the ground and picked up the hunting gear before loading everything and everyone into the Impala.
Both men had still been out cold and with some mental manipulation, Sam had ushered the two oldest members of his family into a deep, dreamless sleep because quite frankly, the two of them looked like My Chemical Romance groupies with those deep dark circles under their eyes, they looked like Hell and Sam couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt because it had been his ' Death' that had caused them to deteriorate to such a sorry state.
But, that was all going to change come morning cause, Samuel Morgan Winchester was back. And he wasn't planning on going anywhere anytime soon save for one place at the moment...
Home.
He was headed back to Lawrence, back to Missouri's, but most of all, back to his beloved Alkaya and their baby, unconscious big brother and Father in tow.
With a small revv of the engine, the Impala roared down the lightly snow covered asphault road. Sam used his abilities of being able to control the elements to make the still falling snow fall away from the Impala and to the side, away from the windsheild, giving him a clear view of the road.
From where he lay in the back, Dean let out a small groan in his sleep and Sam wanted nothing more to reach out and touch his brother's shoulder or run his hand through the short blonde hair, to let the older man know that his little brother was here.
Instead, Sam kept his gaze on the road, blinking a few times to stave of the burn of tears behind his eyeballs, from the rearview mirror, he watched Dean settle back into his slumber.
" People have really got to stop passing out on me, it's very disconcerting." Thought Sam with a small, crest-fallen sigh as he continued driving.
He kept on driving until he saw the sign that indicated that he was indeed back in Lawrence.
" Finally." Muttered Sam as he navigated the Impala with effortless ease through the snow covered streets of Lawrence till he saw his destination in sight.
Missouri's house stood stark white against the darkness of the night and from what he could see, the light in the livingroom was still on.
Missouri had waited up for him, and it was ten minutes past midnight by now.
Sam expertly manuevered the Impala into Missouri's driveway and pause to send the woman inside a mental message.
" Missouri, It's me I'm back and I have Dean and Dad in tow. Open the garage."
From inside the house, Missouri was startled by the new voice in her head.
" Sam Winchester don't you dare do that again!" She exclaimed crossly as she got up and when to got flip the switch for the garage door.
She watched the sleek black 1967 Chevy Impala gracefully slid in as the garage door was fully retracted itself.
Once the signature Winchester vehicle was securely inside the garage, Missouri hit the switch again, this time to close the door. As it slid shut, Sam turned the Impala off and quickly got out of the car, trotting to the side door and yanking it open.
Missouri watched with an aching heart as Sam's deep, moss-green eyes welled with tears for a second before the young man battled them back as he reached out towards his sleeping older brother.
Sam steeled his nerve and gently slid one hand under his big brother's neck while he wrapped his other arm around Dean's lower chest and eased the sleeping man out of the backseat.
Sam nearly lost it when Dean's head lolled onto his shoulder because of the movement but he quickly swallowed back the urge to start sobbing uncontrollably right then and there.
He held Dean close for a few seconds before his moss-green eyes turned milky blue once again.
An invisible force took hold of Dean body as the older Winchester Brother was lifted from Sam's arms and began to levitate gently off the ground.
With a lingering glance at Dean, Sam once again reached into the back of the Impala, this time gently pulling his slumbering father out of the car and levitating him like he did Dean.
This was one sight Missouri Mosely would never forget as she gawked at the sight of John and Dean Winchester floating in mid-air, dead to the world in sleep with Sam, there youngest and thought to be long dead son and brother standing beside their levitation bodies.
" I got things under control." Said Sam quietly as he began to walk towards the door that led to the house, Dean and John's floating bodies following behind him as if they were being pulled by an invisible rope.
" How's Alkaya?" Asked Sam as he held out a hand to the other psychic.
Missouri was stunned for a moment before she accepted the offered hand and let Sam lead her away from the door that led to the garage. Dean and John continued to float on obliviously behind the two of them.
" She's just fine Sam. Gave her a glass of milk and told her to go to sleep." Answered Missouri quietly, her abilities kicking in and immediately sensing the deep sadness and heartache that was all but radiating from the young man who's hand she was holding.
The link was severed when the four of them reached the stairs and Sam ushered Missouri to go up first before he followed, using his telekinesis to drag his father and brother up the stairs behind him.
When they reached the second floor, Missouri watched in sadness and silent awe as Sam reached out to gently run his hand through Dean's hair and then turned to cup his father's stubble covered cheek before his eyes flashed with power and he gently sent each mans floating body into their seperate rooms, John and Dean each coming to rest safely onto their beds, an invisible force stripping them of their coats and shoes.
" You should head off to bed too Missouri, I don't need to have a vision to know that tomorrow's gonna be a very weird day." Said Sam with a small, tired smile.
" Boy, things can't get any weirder 'round here now that you have 'risen from the dead' so to speak. That little Missy back there told me a few scratchy details about what the Hell's goin on with you but, I want the whole truth in the morning, ya hear me?" Asked Missouri, pinning Sam with a no-nonsense look.
" Yes Ma'am." Said Sam, not phased one bit by the stern look as he stared back at the older psychic with confident and but sad unwavering eyes.
Then, Missouri's eyes softened.
" C'mere Honey." She said quietly as she pulled the tall young man into a tight embrace. Sam gave a small, humorless chuckle as he hugged Missouri back tightly.
After a few second of welcoming the comfort, Sam pulled away.
" I'll see you guys in the morning." He said quietly before he turned and seemed to glid away down the hall, disappearing behind the door at the very end.
Missouri lingered for a moment asking herself once again just what the hell was going on before with a small shake of her head, she shuffled off to her own bedroom to turn in for the remainder of the night.
Sam let out a small sigh as he stood in the darkness of Missouri's guestroom, his eyes immediately focusing on the young woman sleeping peacefully, the covers accenting the curves of her pregnant stomach while the pale light of the moon from outside seemed to make her glow.
With another deep sigh, Sam shrugged off the black overcoat he was wearing before he sat down in a chair by the door and untied his boots. Once his shoes and socks were off, he pulled his hair free of it's ponytail and then slowly got up and silently made his way around to the other side of the bed and gently climbed in beside Alkaya.
Sam lay on his side, facing Alkaya with his head propt up on his elbow.
God, even in sleep she was so beautiful.
She was his.
She would be by his side when he revealed himself to his family.
Looking at her like he was at this very moment made some of Sam's anxiety melt away.
He ran his free hand through his just short of shoulder-length hair before he lay down and gently wrapped an arm around Alkaya.
Instinctively, Alkaya shifted and turned over onto her side, facing Sam and burrowing into the warmth of his arms, her head coming to rest under his chin, the arm Sam had first wrapped around her retreating so that his hand rested over the side of her swollen belly, resting over his baby.
Sam wrapped his other arm around Alkaya's shoulders and held her close as he lay staring up at the ceiling.
It was in that moment that Sam felt a wave of absolutely calmness and certainty wash over him.
He pressed a small kiss to the crown of Alkaya's head and settled down into the pillows, finally allowing his own weariness to take hold and pull him towards sleep.
Everything was going to be alright.
With that final thought, Sam Winchester drifted away, if only for a few hours to the land of dreams.
Several hours later, warm, golden rays of sunlight slowly streamed into Missouri Mosely's house through the windows.
Missouri awoke with start and the events of the previous night came flooding back to her.
Samuel Winchester was alive.
He'd materialized out of thin air inside her livingroom, in a highly luminous display of fireworks.
She'd passed out under her kitchen table after she'd looked up and come face to face with the youngest Winchester boy.
When she'd woken up, she'd naturally freaked out, yelling her head off until Sam had yelled at her.
He'd looked and seemed to different. His hair darker, longer and pulled back into a ponytail with his face graced by a ghost of a beard and mustache. His eyes were deeper, confident, and focused.
She'd read him when he'd taken her hand and felt the awesome undertones of power deep within his soul, a light so pure it'd made her tremble.
She'd then noticed that Sam had not been alone in his return.
There had been a pretty young lady with stunning blue-green eyes and long, braided in the thousands hair sitting in one of her chairs.
A pretty young woman named Alkaya, who was seven and a half months pregnant.
With Sam's child.
She'd asked for an explanation right then and there but Sam had refused, the three of them heading upstairs to her remaining guestroom.
She'd watched as Sam had melted away in a flurry of blue flames, teleporting out of her house to get to the next county... Where his family had been on a hunt in the woods.
Missouri was shaken from her thoughts when the smell of fresh coffee caught her nose.
Missouri scrambled out of bed, throwing on her morning robe as she quickly walked out of her room.
She took a moment to check on John and Dean and was relieved to see the two of them were sleeping peacefully, actually peacefully in their individual rooms.
She'd wanted to go check on her third guestroom but then thought better of it. Let the young parents to be sleep.
Steadying her nerve, Missouri headed down the stairs to the first floor.
When she reached the ground floor, she felt a small jolt go through her as her eyes fell on the person currently inside her kitchen.
" Morning Missouri." Said Sam from where he sat at the kitchen table, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand as he stared at the older psychic. He'd shaved off most of the scruff from his cheeks but left a little on his chin and upper lip. He had on a simple white button up shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans, one long barefoot leg drawn up to his chest where he sat on the chair.
Missouri quickly snapped out of her trance and spoke.
" Well, it's nice to know that yesterday wasn't a figment of my imagination. Thought I was loosin' my mind."
She watched a Sam ducked his head and grinned sheepishly and Missouri found herself grinning too. The boy was still as adorable as the time she'd met him and his brother during that whole Poltergeist incident.
" Want a cup?" He asked, indicating the freshly brewed batch of coffee.
" Do you even have to ask?" Said Missouri as she took a seat at the table.
Sam's grinned and nodded as he got up from his seat and fixed the older psychic a cup.
" Is Alkaya still sleeping?" Asked Missouri.
" No, she woke up before I did and wanted to come down here and start breakfast but, I was having none of that. She's upstairs meditating." Said Sam with a smile.
Missouri nodded her head in silent approval, she'd have done the same thing.
Like hell she was gonna let a seven and a half months pregnant girl do something like that.
" Thank you Sweetie." Said Missouri as Sam carefully handed her a mug.
Sam retook his seat across from Missouri and the two lapsed into a comfortable silence for a minutes, drinking their morning caffine fixes before Missouri spoke.
" Honey, what happened last night, with your father and your brother?"
A dark look passed over Sam's face as he remembered the previous nights events.
" It was nothing really. The spirit they were going up against got the drop on 'em, scratched them both up pretty bad. She was going in for the kill when I showed up... I stopped her." Was his quiet answer.
" How did you stop her?" Asked Missouri, genuinely curious.
" I used my telekinesis to get her away from Dean and Dad then, I burned her bones." Said Sam as he held out his hand, his pointer finger standing erect, Missouri watched as Sam's eyes flashed blue for a split second before a tiny little blue flame ignited just an inch above the tip of Sam's finger, the little fireball staying perfectly still over Sam's finger.
Then, with a small flick of his wrist, the flames vanished with a small puff.
Missouri was struck dumb at the small but poignant display of power.
" Well, you're gonna be in for a whole day of explaining things once your brother and your daddy wake up." She sighed.
" Yeah, I know." Said Sam quietly as scrubbed at his chin, a spike of anxiety lancing through his being.
" Well, I'll get started on breakfast then." Said Missouri with a nod as she got up from her seat.
" Need some help?" Asked Sam.
Missouri turned and gave him a look that seemed to say- Boy you better get out of here right here and now before I smack you to Kingdom Come.
" On second thought, I'll be upstairs." Said Sam before he high-tailed it out of there and disappeared up the stares.
Missouri chuckled after him and proceeded to get out the necessary cooking items and utensils.
A part of her was still totally adled by the current situation but, most of her was functioning right, almost giddy.
After all, Sam Winchester was alive and well. There was nothing bad about that. Not at all.
When Sam reached the second floor, he decided to go check on Dean and his dad.
He paused outside of John's room and felt his heart ache at the sight of his father looking so worn and old, even in sleep. He could only imagine what his father had gone through with having to see his youngest son die like his wife had two decades ago.
With a small sigh, Sam tore his gaze from his father and slowly crept over to Dean's room.
When his moss-green eyes fell on his sleeping older sibling, Sam felt his heart break all the way. Where John had looked old and worn out, Dean looked half-way to dead, pale and with deep circles under his eyes, Sam couldn't help but wonder if last night and right now was the most sleep Dean had gotten in over a month, much to Sam's chagrin it probably was.
Finding that he could no longer hold himself back, Sam quietly slipped into the room.
With hesitant steps, Sam walked over to the bed and carefully sat down on the side, being extra cautious not to wake the still sleeping form of his big brother.
Dean shifted in his sleep for a few seconds before stilling, totally oblivious to his baby brother's presence beside him.
A tear fell in a solitary line from Sam's moss-green eyes, carving a stream of salt down his cheek. Sam let out a shaky breath and wiped it away.
It was only a matter of time before Dean and Dad woke up.
Quiet frankly, eventhough he was now a very powerful psychic, Sam was at a total loss for what to do.
What would he say?
How would he explain?
Would his brother and his father believe that it was really him?
What would happen once they saw Alkaya?
Would they be angry at her? At him?
Would they accept the life growing inside Alkaya as one of their own?
" Everything will be just fine." A soft, whispery voice echoed through Sam's mind.
" How can you be so sure?" Asked back Sam using the link.
" I'm sure because I love you very much. And, I know that your family loves you just as much, maybe even more so. And why're you so worried anyway? They aren't even awake yet. Let them sleep Bean Stalk." Came the answer and stern order.
" Slave-driver." Muttered Sam mentally, a goodnatured smirk dancing across his lips.
" I know, now come back here, I think Peanut wants Daddy." Said Alkaya before there was a whispery sound, killing the link.
With a lingering and longing look at a still sleeping Dean, Sam gracefully got up and quietly left the room.
He'd let the oldest members of his family sleep a little more.
Right now, he had to go see Peanut.