WEEK 3 (3 MONTHS)
Sam sat at the kitchen table reading some lore for Garth. Cas fed Jo her morning mush and Kevin reading a book for his English class. Dean walked slowly into the kitchen sporting major bed head.
Sam looked up and smiled at Dean. "How ya feeling, Dean?" Dean just rolled his eyes and grabbed a glass from the cabinet and the orange juice from the fridge. Sam noticed Dean was wearing sweatpants and not his jeans. "Hey, Dean, why are you wearing sweats?"
"Shut up, bitch."
"Dean, not in front of Jo." Sam smirked.
"I found an old bottle in a box of Bobby's. I'd think you like it. It's a bottle of Fuck you." Dean snapped sitting down in the chair beside Jo's high chair.
"Classy." Sam mumbled.
Dean looked over at Cas. "No, Dean."
"Please, Cas." Dean begged.
"Dean, I'm feeding Jo her breakfast."
"Please?" Dean repeated.
"What is Dean begging you to do, Cas?" Sam asked.
"It's nothing." Cas said giving Jo the last bite of her breakfast then lifting her out of the highchair. Dean took Jo out of Cas's grasp and gently wiped her face and hands then walked out of the kitchen. Cas sighed and looked back at Sam.
"Don't look at me like that. It's not my fault that this week his mood swings are all over the place." Sam smiled. "So what was that? Why is Dean in sweats and what did he want you to do?"
Cas sighed. "Dean thinks I give him a good back massage."
"And the sweats?"
"He's gotten to big for his jeans."
"Too big?" Kevin asked.
"Yes, since Dean is progressing slower than he did with Jo he will grow a baby bump."
"This is awesome." Kevin gave a toothy grin.
"I would be careful, Kev. You're already skating on thin ice with Dean. He's still pissed that you hurt Jo last week. Mocking Dean's weight gain will probably be the death of you." Sam said with a serious face. In fact, he was still a little mad at Kevin for letting Jo get hurt on his watch.
"I know, I know. Believe me, I know. His hand print is still on my ass, but instead of red it's a purple bruise and it hurt to sit down." Kevin stood up.
"Ok, don't get you panties in a twist. Go and online school it up." Sam pointed out of the kitchen.
Kevin rolled his eyes. "Yes, Mom."
Sam smirked and looked at Cas. "You should go talk to Dean. Give him that massage."
"Bite me, Sam Winchester."
Sam raised his hand in surrender. "It's just a suggestion."
Cas walked out of the kitchen and across the main room and to Jo's nursery/ playroom, where he stood in the doorway. Dean was sitting with his back facing the door on the ground with four stuffed animals in his lap. Jo was walking towards Dean and the sat in Dean's lap and Dean moved the animals into her lap. "Alright, do you have everyone you need?"
"Yeah!" Jo exclaimed.
"Ok, Uncle Sammy was nine years old. He thought he could fly. He dressed up as Batman. I was thirteen and I dressed up as Superman. So, we climbed up onto the shed. I jumped first and flew pretty far and landed on my feet on the ground. Uncle Sammy, he couldn't fly."
Jo gasped.
"He landed on his arm and broke it. I drove him to hospital on the handle bars of my bike. That's why I am always Batman and Uncle Sammy will always be Robin."
Cas smiled. Jo had enough of story time so she got out of Dean's lap and ran over to her growing stuffed animal pile and grabbed some and walked back over to Dean and plopped them in his lap. Dean laughed. "Remind me to avoid your puppy dog eyes, Missy. You don't need any more stuffed animals."
Cas shifted his weight to his other hip and it was just enough movement to make Jo looked at Cas and dart over to him. Dean whips around the moment Cas scoops the small girl into his arms.
Dean moved the stuffed animals and rose to his feet. "How much did you hear of that?" He said rubbing the back of his neck.
"All of it."
"You probably think I'm being—"
"An Amazing father? That is what you are being." Cas smiled. Dean blushed.
"No, I'm being a dork."
"Is your definition of a dork, a man who can walk shamelessly into a store and buy feminine toys, clothes, shoes, and hair care products or walk around a mall with a pink and purple diaper bag and a pink stroller? Or is your definition of a dork, a man who can tell stories to his daughter about his and his little brothers child who while his daughter stacks stuffed animals in his lap? If that's your definition of a dork, then you are right. You are a dork." Cas smiled.
Dean walked over to Cas and cupped his jaw and gently kissed Cas. He pulled away and smiled. "This is why I love you, Cas."
Cas opened his mouth to say something but Jo interrupted with a high pitch squeal. Dean laughed.
"Aw, Jo, sweetie, were you getting jealous that you weren't getting all the attention?" Cas laughed and handed her off to Dean.
"Come on, let's go see if Daddy can keep down his breakfast." He didn't.
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WEEK 6 (6 MONTHS)
"Kill me." Dean moaned sitting in a chair rubbing his back.
"Where's the fun in that?" Sam remarked.
Cas walked into the room with a half awake Jo in his arms. "Can I punch him?" Dean asked pointing at Sam.
"No."
Dean gave a serious face. "I swear frick needs to get off me back and frack needs to stay off my bladder." Dean awkwardly rose to his feet. "I'll be back."
"Pee break again?" Sam smirked.
Dean walked to the bathroom holding his back. "One day I will let him punch, Sam." Cas remarked.
"How is Jo doing?"
"Her fever hasn't gone down, but it's just a low grade one. 100.4, I'm not too worried about it. My guess is a cold."
"That's my best guess too. She's stuffy, sneezing, coughing, running nose."
Cas nodded. "I sent Kevin out to get a humidifier and some baby cold medicine."
"Are you keeping her away from Dean?" Sam asked.
"Yes, she hates it. Dean does too."
"Well, the last thing we need is a sick Dean and we can't give him any medicine for it."
"Do you want to try to get her to sleep? I have tried for 20 minutes an nothing."
Sam nodded and stretched his arms out to his niece. Cas handed her off and Sam sat back in his rolling chair and rocked side to side for a few minutes rubbing her back and hummed Hey Jude by: The Beatles.
Dean walked back into the room and looked sadly at his daughter. "How is she feeling?"
"She's trying so hard to stay awake."
"Sam humming Hey Jude?"
Cas nodded. "That knocks any Winchester on." Dean smiled as he saw that even while humming Sam had closed his eyes and his head was drooping.
Cas and Dean watched as Jo and Sam fell asleep in that chair. Cas ended up lifting Jo out of the giant Winchesters lap without waking her. Dean sat down beside him and read some book for a while.
Kevin walked down the stair well and straight to Jo's nursery and set up the machine. Dean got up and walked into the kitchen. He was making himself a BLT when Kevin walked in. "Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I talk to you in private?"
"Yeah, sure." Dean turned and sat on the kitchen table. Kevin followed and sat down across from him. "What do you wanna talk about? Sorry, but I am going to eat."
"You're fine, you need to eat."
"What are you trying to say?" Dean said with serious in his tone.
"I mean, food give you energy and you're going to have twin in 3 weeks or so, I didn't mean to—"
"Kevin, I'm just messing with you. I knew what you meant." Dean smiled taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Um, I just wanted to tell you that I'm so sorry about what happened to Jo. I swear I thought I locked the play pin. I regret ever taking my eyes off of her. I know you don't trust me around her. I don't trust myself around her either. I understand if you won't ever let me babysit her ever again. I did deserve the serious beat down I got, even if it was humiliating."
Dean nodded. "So…what are you trying to say?"
"I'm trying to say that I'm extremely sorry. Your punishment doesn't even amount to how much I beat myself up every day for what I did." Kevin was almost in tears. "If you don't trust me around Jo, I will leave. I'll be out of your hair."
"What do you want me to say, Kev?" Dean asked. "It's not my choice whether your stay or go."
"Then, I'll get out of yours, Cas's, and Sam's hair."
Dean stood up and pulled Kevin to his feet. "Kevin, if I wanted you out of the bunker I would have told you the moment you let Joanna get hurt. You are family. I will never want you to leave. Yeah, Jo got banged up. She's better. Yeah, I was angry when it happened, but I'm not anymore. Don't beat yourself up for something like that. Like I did with Sam, I forgave you the moment you stopped crying."
Kevin wiped his eyes and smiled. "Thank you, Dean."
"I don't want to hear you say that you are leaving for good. You hear me. If I do, I'll put a bullet in your knee."
Kevin smirked. "Thanks again, Dean. I won't. Trust me."
"Ok, enough with the chick flick moment. I have enough of that with Cas and Sam." Dean smiled and hugged Kevin then walked out of the kitchen.
Kevin smirked and cleaned up Dean's mess.