The Winchesters, The Psychic, and The Fixation

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Special in here! Will's POV!

Chapter Two

o.0.o Jessica POV o.0.o

We had a great dinner. Minus the part about me and Dean trying to avoid each other.

"Thanks Jess," Alex said as Will and I escorted her and the kids out. Dean was going to stay a little longer so that he could play with Chris.

Now, don't get me wrong. It was a little weird being around Dean. I mean he was my boyfriend… then my ex… then boyfriend… then my fiancé… then the father of my son… then my ex again. All within the last ten years or less. We had history. But I wanted Chris to have a dad – not just the step-dad that Will was playing right now. (Will and I weren't married or even engaged, but he had taken to playing 'Chris's Daddy' for me.)

"Say good-bye," Alex told the kids, whom were all buckled up in the back of her car.

"Bye, Aunt Jess," was heard from the two oldest. "Bye," was heard from Taylor and "Boo," was heard from the youngest.

Alex closed the door to the backseat before smiling and saying, "We're working on it." She smiled again and hopped in her car before pulling out.

Will and I watched her leave before he asked, "Want me to stay?"

"Please," I said and kissed him on the cheek.

"You owe me." We started walking inside.

"An escapade in bed?"

He smirked, "Sounds about right."

I rolled my eyes before walking inside and into the living room. I watched with Will from the doorway as Dean sat on the floor. Chris was sitting in between Dean's legs, playing with a shape game Will had bought him. Dean was smiling and playing along, even though I knew that it wasn't the most fun Dean's had.

I smiled as my heart flipped. Dean playing with my child… our child… it kind of turned me on.

No, it couldn't. I was with Will. Will, my boyfriend. Remember him? Yeah, the guy that was there when you graduated med school. The guy that played Daddy to your son. The guy that you thought would ask the question any day.

That guy.

But he didn't compare to Dean.

o.0.o Dean POV o.0.o

Two hours after dinner, it was time for Chris to go to sleep.

"Bye," Chris said to me as he stood up.

"Night," I replied and watched as Will took Chris in his arms. Will started to walk upstairs but Jess called after him.

"Will," she asked. "Why don't you get Chris some PJs and day clothes for tomorrow? He can stay with Dean tonight."

Chris gave his mother a toothy grin. "Cool!"

Jess cast Chris a smile before Will started upstairs again. I heard him ask Chris, "Which t-shirt are you wearing?"

"Bob," the little one answered. Bob? As in Bob the Builder? This kid was going to need a wardrobe makeover. And soon.

I stood up and brushed myself off. Not that there was anything on me – Jess kept the house meticulously clean, no dust bunnies in sight – more just out of habit.

"Dean," she started. "You can't just whip in here and-"

"You said visit anytime," I reminded her. "Right after we broke up."

"I didn't expect you to go missing for three years," she whisper shouted. "I thought you'd actually visit!"

"I didn't go missing," I said in the same tone.

"Then where the hell were you?"

"Ocean County Jail!"

"What makes you think I'm going to believe that crap?"

"Because it's true," I growled. "I'd never lie to you. I promised that a long time ago and I stick with my promises. You sure as hell know that."

"Getting me pregnant and leaving was the opposite of a promise, Dean."

"I protected you by leaving. No Feds were on your front lawn, were they? No one used Chris as bait to get to me, right?" She looked down. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Am I interrupting something," Will asked as he turned the corner with a bag slung over his shoulder and Chris on his opposite hip.

"I was just leaving," I said before glancing at Jess one more time. "Come on, bud." I took Chris out of Will's arms and got the bag. "Say bye, Chris."

"Bye Mommie!" And we left.

o.0.o Will POV o.0.o

When Dean and Chris left, I turned around to Jess. She looked like she wanted to cry… or throw-up. Not sure which.

I silently pulled her to me and replayed the bits of Dean's and her conversation – at least the parts I heard – in my mind.

"You okay," I asked and rubbed small circles on her back.

She ignored the topic. "I owe you that escapade."

I smiled, "It can wait."

"I don't want it to," she said before pulling my head down to meet her mouth. We moved at a quick pace to the couch.

Yeah, Dean had nothing on me.

o.0.o Sam POV o.0.o

When Alex got home, she took it upon herself to take all the kids inside. I would've helped, but she wasn't really talking to me.

I took the boys and got them changed; Alex took the girls.

"Can we see Uncle Dean tomorrow," Tommy asked me as I tucked him into bed.

"Sure," I answered. "We'll spend the whole day with him."

Tommy smiled and I gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"Night, Dad," he said.

"Don't let the bed bugs bite," I told my oldest. He smiled and I closed the door to his bedroom.

I went into Patrick's room. My youngest was having a little bit of trouble trying to get his clothes on. I helped him before situating him in bed.

"Chris," Patrick asked. He had taken a liking to his cousin. The two were as close as brothers.

"We'll see him tomorrow," I said before giving him a kiss on the forehead also.

Before I could stand back up from my place sitting on the edge of the bed, Patrick pulled my head down and kissed my forehead.

"No bed bugs, Daddy," Patrick said with a smile. The little one had taken my catch phrase.

"No bed bugs," I said with a smile before tucking him in and closing the door to his room.

When I peeked in on Mary and Taylor's room, they were both asleep. I checked the lock on the front door before heading back upstairs to Alex's and my bedroom.

She was already in there, sleeping on her side of the bed.

"How was Jess and Will," I asked, stripping my shirt.

"Fine."

"Are you still mad?" I took off my pants and boxers before changing into a new pair of boxers and a black undershirt.

I got no answer. "Okay," I said and slid into bed next to her. "I guess we'll talk in the morning?"

No reply. I put my arm around her waist and tried to pull her into my chest like normal, but she pushed my arm away and scouted farther to the edge.

She was really mad.

o.0.o Alex POV o.0.o

When I woke up the next morning, Sam was gone. He left a note on the nightstand.

I sat up in bed, checked the time: 9:47 AM, and picked up the note. This better be good.

"Alex-

Sorry I couldn't stay. I have a new client coming in this morning.

All the kids except Taylor were awake. I fed them. They're playing in the living room until you get up.

We really need to talk. I don't like you mad at me. When you get up, give me a call. Maybe we could go for lunch today.

I'm sorry.

Love, Sam."

I was still mad. He might have said he was sorry, but that didn't help the fact that he wanted more children. I mean, I couldn't get mad at him for that… but… it was almost like he didn't care if I had to take care of them all. He just assumed that went with the duties of stay-at-home Mom. And it did, but… who really wants to take care of five kids, day in and day out? Four was enough.

I sighed, climbed out of bed, and grabbed my bathrobe.

I tied it around my waist as I walked into the hallway and toward Taylor's room. I wanted to make sure she was awake.

I gently knocked on the door. "Baby?"

"Mommy," came a moan.

I pushed open the door.

There was Taylor, laying in bed with no sheets on her. She had on the red D.A.R.E. nightshirt I had helped her change into last night. Her body was drenched in sweat – and it was a little cold in the room.

She looked ready to cry. She looked terrified. "Mommy," she cried again. "I don't feel good."

I tried to stay calm. "I see that, baby," I said as I came over and knelt by her bed, using my hand to push the sweat soaked hair from her forehead. "Maybe I should take your temperature?"

Taylor didn't say anything, she just coughed in return. "I'll be right back, sweetie." I dashed to the medicine cabinet that was in the kitchen. Bottles spilled on the ground as I searched for the ear thermometer.

I found it and turned around. Three pairs of eyes watched me.

"Tommy," I instructed. "Call your Dad. Mary, go get changed and help Patrick find clothes to wear."

"Lor okay," Patrick asked.

"She'll be fine, Pat. Just please help Mommy out." Tommy went off to get the phone and Mary took her brother's hand as I whipped back upstairs.

"Taylor," I asked as I came back into the bedroom. "Taylor, honey?"

She had fallen asleep or passed out. My guess is the latter. "Shit," I swore.

The thermometer didn't load fast enough as I took her temperature. 105.3. It shouldn't be that high. Hell, I don't think you could live if it was that high. Oh, God.

"Dad's on the phone," Tommy said as he walked in the room behind me. "Is Taylor okay?"

"She's fine, sweetie," I lied. "Go get changed and make sure Mary and Pat have their shoes on. Be ready to go."

Tommy nodded and walked out of the room as I put the phone to my ear.

"Sam," I asked, balancing the receiver between my shoulder and cheek. I lifted Taylor up and walked into the bathroom. I started to fill the tub with cold water.

"What's wrong, Alex," he asked. My voice must have given me away.

"Taylor's sick. She needs to go to the hospital."

"Wait until I get home," he said and got ready to hang up.

"No," I defied as my hand brushed on Taylor's pulse point. It was racing. "She needs to go now."

"I'll meet you there," he said and hung up.

I dialed 911 and placed Taylor in the ice cold water, making sure to keep her head above water.

"911. What's your emergency," the dispatcher asked me on the phone.

"Oh God," I whispered.

Taylor didn't react to the temperature change.