Title: What Was and What May Possibly Be?
A Dean/Jo Supernatural Story
This is an alternate universe fanfiction and is based on the storyline premise and monster from the "What Is and What Will Never Be" episode of season two! This author is in no way associated with the writers and/or producers of the Supernatural show and all characters belong to the awesome Eric Kripke and his associates. No copyright infringement is intended.
The story is told in the first person from the POV of Jo Harvelle. Reviews are always welcome.
Chapter Four: "Real" Family Moments
Wow so I'm 2 and 1/2 months pregnant. I supposedly told Dean 3 weeks ago when I started throwing up every morming. I guess it's better now, the vomiting I mean...depends on what I eat the night before. Friday nights are pizza night in our "family" so I'm guessing since it's Saturday, the baby doesn't like pizza that much...too bad.
This is all so freaking surreal. I know deep down it can't be real and it has to have something to do with hunting the Djinn but every moment I experience is so tender and honest that it's hard not to believe this is my life. The hunter in me is telling me it's all a lie but I can't help wanting it to be real.
So today actually is my birthday, the date I mean, May 24th. My "boys" are bringing me breakfast in bed. Dean suggested I take a quick shower and change after the toilet incident and I couldn't have agreed with him more. I wanted him to jump in with me and actually suggested it (hey carpe diem) but Dean reminded me that my mother would be here soon and he didn't want to be caught by Momma Harvelle defiling her daughter, married or not. Especially since Ellen still carries a shot gun where ever she goes.
I still got to see Dean naked though. When he jumped out of bed to get dressed, I had to fight to keep my mouth closed while staring at him and believe me I WAS staring. It was impossible not to and the real thing...way better than my imagination has ever cooked up. Happy Birthday to me!
As I wait patiently for Lil' Sam and Dean to bring me breakfast, I finally have some time to think about everything that's happened since waking up this morning. Dean and I agreed we should keep my "situation" quiet from everyone else for now. Just to give us some time to figure out what's happening to me. Maybe he's right and I've somehow lost any memory of my real life...only which one is the truth and is there really a Djinn?
On the one hand, I'm a lonely demon hunter who has casual sex to satisfy her need for human contact and on the other, I'm a happily married woman with an adorable 4 year old boy and a bun in the oven. Dean's brother is not here in this reality though and that sucks, big time. It makes me wonder about what else has changed in this life. Before I have a chance to worry my brain over that thought, the door opens and in walks my husband and son with a tray filled with food. Sammy crawls into bed beside me and lays his head on my shoulder while Dean places the tray in front of me.
"Happy Cake Day Mommy. Sorry there's no cake but Daddy says it's not a breakfast food," Sammy tells me.
"Don't worry Sam, your grandma is bringing a real cake for later. I'm sure there's a big piece with your name on it," his father says.
"Why would grandma write my name on mommy's cake Dad? It's her birthday not mine."
"It's just an expression Sam," I say to the boy. "What your dad means is that there will be lots of cake for all of us to eat at supper time. Grandma always makes the best cake. I'm hoping for chocolate with lots of icing. How about you?"
"Chocolate sounds great Mom! What do you think of your breakfast? I made it all by myself...well Uncle Bobby helped a little but I made the toast," Sam announces proudly.
The eggs were decent and Dean stole most of my bacon before I slapped his hands away from my plate. Sammy's toast was...well slightly burnt would be putting it nicely but I ate it all and it was the best breakfast I have ever had. We laughed the three of us snuggled up together on the bed. It was amazing to see Dean as a father. It comes so natural to him. He and Sammy are so much alike and yet so different too. All I could think of as I silently watch them argue over the merits of their favorite cartoon shows is "you did good Jo...this is really a family." Sam's voice asking me a question jolts me from my thoughts.
"What did you say honey?" I guess being a mom comes naturally to me too.
"I asked how my baby brother was. I mean he's still cooking in your tummy right Mom?" asks Sam.
I smile at Sam and hear Dean laugh at his son's description of pregnancy. "Yes Sam, the baby's still growing in there but it might not be a boy you know. What if it's a little girl and you have a sister?" I reply.
"Girls are stupid. I know it's gonna be a boy Mom!"
"You won't always think that way Sammy," Dean told him. "Someday girls won't be so yucky. If you're real lucky, maybe you'll find one as special as your mom."
"That's why you're always sucking Mommy's face right Daddy because she's so special?" Sam questions him. As I hear this remark, I promptly spit out the last gulp of orange juice I've attempted to swallow. It lands on Dean's shirt. Oops!
Dean doesn't bat an eye though and simply answers "Yup! That's exactly why. Now let's give your mom time to get dressed buddy. Grandma will be here soon and she'll have our hides if she spies a messy kitchen on Mom's birthday. We wouldn't want that would we?" Dean says to Sam who simply shakes his head in agreement.
"Thanks for breakfast Sam. It was delicious," I tell him.
"Welcome," he replies and kisses me on the cheek before heading downstairs. He stops in the doorway and turns however, as if suddenly remembering something very important. Reaching into his back pocket and rushing back to the bed Sam exclaims "I almost forgot. Here's your present. I wrapped it all by myself."
It's covered in Christmas wrapping paper attached by tons of scotch tape. It takes me a few minutes just to make a hole big enough to rip open the end and slide the object out.
As I hold the object in my open palm, Sam announces proudly that "it's a key chain with my picture on it see".
"I do see. Wow this is really great Sam!"
"And look this is the best part Mommy. See there's a red button right here you can press and listen to your favorite person talk...that's me!" He obviously gets his confidence from his father.
I press the button and sure enough I hear Lil' Sammy's voice saying "I love you Mommy" in an excited squeal.
"Now you can hear me talking to you when you have to go away on trips," he explains.
"This is the best birthday present I have ever gotten Sam. Thank-you," I say as I hug the boy tightly not wanting to let him go. "I'll keep it with me everywhere I go." I look over at Dean now and his eyes are glistening with unshed tears. He immediately sniffs and coughs to clear away his display of emotion before once again shooing our son off for kitchen duty. With a final kiss to my cheek, Sam exits the bedroom.
Dean leans over and kisses me on the forehead before getting up from our bed to follow after his son.
"You know," he says as he detours to the closet to change his juice stained shirt, "I didn't even help him pick that out. He did it all by himself at some crazy novelty store. I even tried to convince him to get one with an Impala emblem but he was dead set on the Dodge truck one that looks just like his mom's. Well...I'll let you get ready Jo. Take your time. I know this is going to be a strange day for you but we'll get through it together. Maybe some of your memories will come back when you see your mom."
Dean starts to leave but turns to me and adds "our life's not perfect Jo but it's ours and it's real I promise you that. We'll figure this out. Let's get through dinner with your mom and step-dad first, then we'll research the Djinn tonight." He smiles genuinely, gathering the now empty food tray before exiting our room, closing the door behind him.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, letting it all sink in. I guess tonight is soon enough to start looking for answers. I deserve a chance to enjoy my birthday don't I? So I guess right now, I'm just going to go with the flow. Besides, it'll be great to see mom and my...wait a minute...stepdad? My mom got remarried? Well this day just got even more interesting.
End Chapter Four.
Please review. I need the motivation. I love working on this story but am still not entirely sure what direction I'm heading in. Next chapter soon, I promise.