When the stars go blue - 3
Disclaimer - I have no ties to SPN, Prison Break, Cartoon Network or the Welch's grape juice girl. I just used them as references.
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Sam sighed as he hung up the phone, he looked over at Bree, who decided to come back into the kitchen. She looked up at him, giving him a small smile.
"Sam, I'm sorry I flipped out on you. I haven't been to hormonal on Missouri, but maybe you being a guy set me off. And I've been wrestling with when I should tell your brother and all kinds of things have been bothering me. Argh!" She screamed.
Sam walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her as much as he could, he kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back.
"It is going to be okay Bree, I'll make sure that it will be okay." He whispered into her ear. The front door open startling both of them. Missouri smiled when she came into the room.
"Missouri, this isn't what it…" Sam stuttered.
"Relax, Sam I know. And Bree you look like a mess, what happened honey? Was it Dean?"
"No Dean was great in fact. Sam is suppose to stay in town until he gets here, I guess I'm just nervous about this whole 'he found out on accident' thing, and then I tried to make it better."
Missouri started to laugh as she walked past them into the living room "I can't imagine that it was too easy to explain after Sam here spilled his guts huh?"
"No, but Missouri I don't want him to feel like he has to be around because of them."
Missouri watched Bree rub her stomach and gave her arm a pat. "I'm sure Dean will be around because he will love these babies, and look at all of the memories that you have regained even after that nasty girl touched you. Look, child I'm sure Dean will tell John about this and you will have a whole family looking after you and the babies."
Sam walked into the living room and sat next to Bree and looked at Missouri "So young Sam Winchester how does it feel to know you are going to be an uncle?"
Sam's smile answered Missouri's question.
Bree yawned as she struggled to get back off the couch that she had flopped down on, Missouri tried so hard to keep the smirk off her face, but Bree had seen it.
"Well are you going to help me or not?" She huffed out.
Sam rushed over and helped Bree to a standing position, she smiled then frowned as she found she had a hard time trying to get her balance, her weight dropped onto Sam. She heard Sam groan as he kept her up right.
"Sorry Sam."
"No problem."
"Bree, where are you going, it is only 8 o'clock?"
"I know but I have to get to that audition tomorrow, its for grape juice, you know the one with the Welch's little girl? I'm the check out counter girl and then I have to spend have the day on the phone with Cartoon Network, they have possibly a new cartoon who needs that smooth silky voice of mine for a purple cow. So I am going up to my room, Sam if you want you can have the other bed in there."
"Night then dear and try to be quiet in the morning okay?"
"Sure Missouri, Sam you coming?"
"I'll be there in a bit, I wanted to talk to Missouri."
Bree shrugged and waved to Missouri before slowly walking up the stairs, her back and side had begun to throb, she had kept up the fake smile for Sam but she knew Missouri knew judging by the grimace she had on her face. Finally she had made it to her bedroom and smiled, she loved this room, there was a twin bed in the corner of the room, which she made up just incase anyone needed to sleep there. She turned on her flat screen TV and climbed up on her soft bed. Her back was cushioned by two larger pillows. She leaned her head back and let out a sigh. She couldn't wait to get this over with. Four more months of this, some nights the kids started kicking something fierce, then some nights there was nothing. She flipped on Prison Break and drifted off to sleep.
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Sam fidgeted on the couch, he tried to avoid looking at the older woman. He knew she was going to ask him what prompted his visit, but he thought she had already known.
"Sam, honey, I can only read you if you let me and right now your mind is a steel trap, so you have to tell me what is going on. I can see something is tearing you apart from the inside. You will feel better if you tell me, maybe I can help."
Sam gave a half heart smile "I'm not sure this time, I had a vision with Bree having her babies and it was like in slow motion, then it fast forward to her dying on the bed. I don't get it, I know it happens while she is in the delivery room. But how she dies... It isn't showing me. When I told her she asked me to make Dean pick the kids over her, that if it was her time to die she couldn't keep avoiding it." Sam placed his head in his hands and rubbed his face.
Missouri rubbed his back in a comforting manner. "Honey, a lot of women die from child birth, but it doesn't mean she will. Sometimes you just have to wait and see. I can understand why she wants Dean to just let her go if it happens. Baby, when she was in her first trimester she fell down the stairs and nicked her ankle on a nail sticking out. By the time I came home she had almost bled out, we got her to the hospital in time but she was touch and go for a while. Maybe it is her time."
Sam shook his head in protest "No, my brother's girlfriend is not going to die, leaving her kids with no mother, this isn't happening to my brother, he can't turn into our dad. This isn't suppose to happen."
She patted his back "I know baby, but death isn't something you can cheat all the time. Why don't you go and get some sleep, I'm sure I'll have a full house by the morning but I'll try to keep them quiet."
Sam nodded as he got up and quietly walked up the stairs to the massive bedroom where Bree was. He cracked the door open and saw her snuggled down in the bed, she was laying on her left side with her arm under her head. Her side was rising and falling steadily. Sam smiled at her as he walked closer to the bed and pulled the blanket from the other side of the bed over her. Her other hand went around the edge of the cover and she snuggled farther into the blanket. He kissed her head and went to the other bed. Instantly he fell asleep to the sound of her breathing.
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Fingers tapped the steering wheel impatiently as the light turned green. After talking to his brother Dean told John he had to leave and go to Kansas, John told him that he would met him there the next day. Dean listened to his car hum loudly as he pressed his foot down on the pedal, praying that the car would take the abuse he was dishing out. When talking to Sam he could hear the nervousness in his voice, he knew something was wrong and now he was only minutes away from Missouri's house. He figured that was where Sam headed so an hour after his brother left, he did the same.
He pulled into Missouri's driveway and cut the headlights, not wanting to distrub anyone who might be sleeping. He saw the front door open and Missouri stepped out of the house. He shut off the engine and listen to it idle off. He slipped out of the car and quietly closed the door. He walked up the stairs and Missouri hugged him, setting off alarms in his head.
"Everyone is fine, they're sleeping in my old room, so if you want, you can use my room to take a shower and Bree is in the old room if you just want to go up there and see her, but you be quiet if you go up there, your brother is finally asleep. We can talk in the morning."
"Thank you Missouri, I'll go see her."
Missouri watched disappear into the house, she sat down on the porch swing and sighed, she hoped that things would finally work out for the Winchester family.
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Dean took his boots off, once he was inside the house. He made his way up the stairs and down the hallway a little bit. The bedroom door was open just enough to see Sam sleeping in the smaller bed in the corner of the room. Dean smiled to himself as he open the door wider, he saw Bree folded up into the blanket, sound asleep. She almost looked like an angel laying there, but they both knew better, seeing as she was now pregnant with his kids. Dean tiptoed past his brother, who sighed out loud as he walked by.
"Hey Sammy." He whispered as he reached out his fingers to touch his brother's hair. He smiled as Sammy moved away from him to curl around the pillow. He silently moved to the side of the bed where Bree was. As carefully as he could he eased into the bed with out waking her up. Dean leaned up against her and threw one arm over her side, to touch the slight bulge of her belly. A warm and fuzzy feeling came over him as he nuzzled his cheek against the back of her neck. He closed his eyes and finally realized how sleepy he really was. It only took a few minutes before he was softly snoring in Bree's ear.
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Sam blinked a few times trying to get rid of the haze that was clouding his vision. He knew something was going on, the air was thick with the smell of blood. He walked carefully farther into the misty room. It looked like a birthing room in a hospital, moving closer still he saw a woman laying or sitting ,leaning her head back trying to breath. A nurse was holding one baby, while a doctor was instructing the woman to push. Tears rolled down the woman's cheek and the mist began to rise, it turned out to be Bree. Sam looked away for a minute then looked back and she was now laying down with a nurse holding her hand.
"My babies." She said with a small smile as two nurses held up the babies for her to see, then with out warning Bree slumped own, her eyes glazed over into a blank stare, and the doctor had sad look on her face as she walked out into the waiting room. Sam walked out into the room with her.
"Mr. Winchester, the babies are fine, both of them. But Bree didn't make it, she lost to much blood to survive. I am so sorry, your children where taken to the nursery if you want to see them first. I need to clean up the room before you see Bree."
Sam watched as Dean dropped to his knees and sobbed into Bobby's arms.
"No, no, no!" Sam screamed into the darkness. Dean sat up and looked over at his brother, who was half out of the bed with only a sheet holding him. Bree fussed next to him but never woke up, she always could sleep through anything. Dean got up and walked over to his brother.
"Sammy, Sammy, wake up!" Dean begged his brother. Sam opened his eyes and grabbed onto him.
"Dean!" Dean's eyes raked over Sam's clothed body, sweat dripping down his temple. He brushed it away with his thumb.
"What is it Sammy?"
Sam cast his eyes downward, not wanting Dean to be worried about what he'd seen in his dream.
Thanks to Brooke once more………