Title: Carry On Wayward Son
Author: Sesshomaru-gal
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: Dean must suffer the consequences after a hunt for a witch alters the Winchesters lives in a way they could never have imagined.
Characters: Dean, Sam, John, Bobby, Ellen, Jo.
Chapters: 3/9
Status: Complete
Disclaimer: All Supernatural characters are the property of the CW network and Eric Kripke. I do not own any rights to the show or characters. This fiction is for entertainment purposes only and I do not make any money off of it.
Notes/warnings: mpreg, long birth, sexual situations. This is not a wincest story. Any Latin used was found on various web pages, I have no idea what it actually says so I apologize in advance. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it! Comments are welcome and appreciated.
Chapter 3
It's near the end of winter and everyone has been passing the flu around, with the exception of Dean and John. Jo was the first to get sick and initially thought it was just a cold but they were all worried when they realized how serious it was. As each new member got sick they were practically quarantined and the house was sanitized regularly to try to keep Dean from getting sick in his current condition. Several weeks went by and all seemed clear. The boys are out on a supply run while Ellen and Jo stay at the house with Dean. He's in the bathroom all morning because he hasn't felt well. John is the first to enter the kitchen when they get home, setting a couple of bags down.
"Where's Dean?"
Ellen looks up from the lunch she and Jo had prepared.
"He's been in the bathroom all day. I think his morning sickness returned with a vengeance."
John stops what he's doing and frowns at Ellen.
"He's sick?"
"Yeah, all day."
"He hasn't had morning sickness in over a month. Didn't it occur to you that he may have caught the flu you all were spreading?"
He's rushing to the bathroom as he says the last line. Sam had come in right before he said it and immediately follows after him. Dean had just vomited again for what feels like the millionth time that day when John knocks on the door. Dean slowly lowers himself to lay nearly in the fetal position on the cool tiled floor with one arm wrapped around his swollen stomach when John enters the bathroom. He immediately notices that Dean is really pale, flushed and drenched in sweat. He puts his hand on his forehead and finds he is burning up, more than what is usual for his current state. He curses under his breath as Dean starts to whimper. He starts rubbing circles on Deans back.
"Hey, son, how are you doing?"
Dean shifts uncomfortably on the floor to look up at John.
"Dad?"
"Yeah, Dean, I'm right here."
Dean turns back over so that his face is again pressed against the tile of the floor. His breathing hitches as he talks.
"Dad, I really don't feel good."
"I know, Dean. Me and Sammy are here, we're going to get you upstairs and take care of you."
They are about to help him back up when he quickly leans back over the toilet bowel and vomits into it again. He takes deep breaths willing his stomach to calm down. Bobby had walked in a few minutes after John and Sam went to check on Dean but he still caught enough of what was going on to turn on Ellen and Jo.
"What the hell's the matter with you two? He's been like this all day and you didn't do a damn thing?"
Ellen immediately gets defensive while Jo just sits quietly, feeling guilty and unsure of what to say.
"Don't you curse at me, Bobby Singer! He didn't act any different than when he had morning sickness and didn't say anything to the contrary!"
Bobby is so angry at her negligence he feels like he could hit her.
"You two have been with him all damn day and didn't notice how sick he was! John realized it the first five minutes he's in the door!"
Before Ellen can respond John and Sam come walking through helping Dean. They help him up to his bedroom, get him changed into some clean clothes and get him settled into his bed. He feels like a furnace but he keeps complaining about being cold and he's shivering. They take his temperature and it's already at 103. John new he had been running a slight fever since becoming pregnant but his temperature had never been this high. Sam is sitting behind Dean on the bed while John sits in a chair beside it. Bobby brought up the mop bucket because Deans stomach just wont settle down and this way he can stay in bed. After a while Dean starts sobbing.
"Dad, why did you make Sammy leave?"
Johns and Sam look at each other in confusion.
"Son, I didn't make Sammy leave. What's got you upset?"
"You sent Sammy away! He went to Stanford and he's not coming back!"
Realization hits John as he takes Deans temperature again. It is still going up and Dean is getting delirious.
"Dean, Sammy's right here. He's not at Stanford."
Sam starts rubbing his hand up and down Deans arm.
"Dean, I'm right here."
The assurances don't seem to be helping as Dean sobs harder.
"Sammy why did you leave? What did I do?"
Sam scoots closer to Dean.
"You didn't do anything, Dean."
"Then why did you leave me? You just left! You wouldn't answer my calls or anything!"
"I was upset with dad, not you, Dean. I was trying to get away from dad."
"But you left me, too! Why did you leave me, Sammy? I'd do anything for you, you're my little brother, I love you. Why did you want to leave me?"
Sam feels his heart breaking and he doesn't know what to say to take away the pain his brother seems to be feeling right now. John sees the hurt in his younger sons face as he tries to comfort him.
"Sam, he's confused. He doesn't know what he's saying."
Sam reaches up and wipes the tears that had welled up in his eyes at Deans outburst.
"He may be confused but the feelings are still there. When I left to go to Stanford I didn't even think about him. I was only worried about my freedom. I didn't mean to hurt him."
John knows there's nothing he can say at this point to make Sam feel better so he doesn't say anything. They keep watch over Dean for almost a week before his fever finally breaks and he is able to think and speak coherently. Its still a few more days before he can really start eating full meals again. One thing they are all thankful for is that Dean doesn't seem to remember anything that was said or done while in his fever induced stupor.
It's been about a week since Dean finally got over the flu and they decided to let him ride with them to the store. The weather has gradually been getting milder and they don't even need their jackets on. They pull into their parking spaces outside of the small store. They took two vehicles because they couldn't all fit into one. Dean is the last one out, exiting the impala slowly with a hand pressed into his stomach. It took them thirty minutes to get there and for the last twenty he had been having strong abdominal cramps. They were gradually getting more intense and they didn't feel like the cramps he was used to. He follows the others into the store and tries to keep up with them as they make their way up and down the aisles. Sam and John are a few aisles over and Dean had been behind Ellen and Bobby when he had to catch himself on a low shelving unit with a gasp. He stands there for several minutes when Ellen calls back to him.
"Hey, slowpoke, you coming?"
Dean looks over at her and nods his head yes. She continues to follow Bobby up the aisle as John and Sam make their way over to the others. They had heard Ellen call out to Dean and started watching him. They are stopped at the end of the aisle waiting for him to meet them. Sam notices that Deans face is flushed and he is frowning slightly, holding his stomach with one hand.
"Dean, are you okay?"
Dean glances at Sam and just shakes his head no before stopping in front of them and leaning against a table at the end of the aisle with his free hand. His breathing has increased with the intensity of the cramps and he looks at John with pain filled eyes.
"Dad, can we go back home? I don't feel so good."
John puts one of his hands on Deans shoulder and nods his head.
"Yeah, son, we can go back. What's the matter, Dean?"
Dean hunches over slowly and takes a couple of breaths before answering.
"My stomach really hurts."
Suddenly his face distorts into a grimace of pain as he gasps and his knees buckle under him. John catches him and helps him the rest of the way down onto his knees. Dean starts whimpering quietly as John tries to keep him calm.
"Sam, go tell Bobby and Ellen we're taking Dean back, he's not doing good."
Sam says okay and runs off to find the other two. When he finds them Jo had rejoined them and he tells them what's going on. They go back over to John and Dean, who is experiencing very sharp abdominal pains. John tells the others that he and Sam will take Dean back to the house but the others are to finish getting all the supplies because he knows they won't be able to make it back before they run out. He runs out to pull the car up to the door while the others sit with Dean trying to keep him calm. Right as John is returning to collect his sons Dean is addressing Sam.
"Sammy, what's happening, why are my pants wet?"
Before Sam can reply Dean hunches over and groans, trying to stifle the sound since they are in public. Sam looks down and notices his jeans look damp and when he touches the material with his hand it comes back red. He looks over to John.
"Dad, he's bleeding!"
"Dammit! Come on, help me get him to the car!"
They get Dean up and slowly out to the car. Right before they reach it Dean cries out and wraps his arms tightly around his abdomen.
"Oh, god! It hurts!"
John and Sam tighten their hold on him and finally get him into the back seat of the impala. Sam sits in the back with him to comfort him and try to keep him calm. They get him back to Bobby's and up into his bed after getting him cleaned up. Dean is lying on his side facing the door but his eyes are scrunched shut. Sam is sitting behind him on the bed rubbing his back when John comes back into the room. He sits down in a chair next to Dean and brushes the hair off of his forehead when Dean looks up at him, panting through the pains.
"Dad, whats wrong?"
"I think you're miscarrying."
Dean closes his eyes and starts sobbing.
"No! I don't want to lose them!"
John and Sam keep trying to comfort him the best they can. Dean experiences the abdominal pains and bleeding for the next week. After he has stopped bleeding and cramping up they do another ultrasound to discover that he has lost his smallest baby. Dean started crying at the revelation. From what they can see from the screen the other two still look fine, they can still detect heartbeats on them. After the loss, Dean isolates himself up in his bedroom, only allowing Sam and John to come in. They haven't been able to get him to eat much and they're starting to really worry. Most days he doesn't even talk to them, just lays up there staring at nothing, crying silently. It's been another week when Sam comes in to offer him lunch.
"Hey, Dean, Bobby's making lunch down there. Do you want anything?"
Dean just looks at him and shakes his head no. Sam turns to leave and is almost out the door when he hears Deans voice.
"Sammy? Do you think...maybe...?"
Sam sees in Deans eyes what he's trying to ask.
"You want me to sit up here for a while?"
Dean nods his head and scoots over on the bed, indicating he wants Sam to sit on the bed with him. When Sam gets settled with his back against the tall headboard Dean rolls back over and is nearly laying across Sam's chest. He starts crying harder when Sam wraps his arms around him and starts rubbing his back.
"I didn't want to lose him Sammy!"
"I know, Dean."
It wasn't until they all saw Deans reaction to the loss that they realized how attached Dean had already become to the babies he was carrying. John came up to see what was taking Sam so long and stands in the doorway, watching them.
"I just don't know what I did wrong! I thought I was being careful!"
Sam keeps rubbing his brothers back.
"Dean, you didn't do anything wrong. Sometimes these things just happen. That one was always smaller than the other two, there was probably something wrong with him that we couldn't see."
"But I should've been more careful."
John comes walking over to them and sits in a chair next to the bed.
"Alright, now Dean? I want you to listen to me. This wasn't your fault. Nobody knows why some babies get miscarried. There were probably complications from you having the flu. It was nothing you did, son. You did everything you were supposed to do. There is nothing you could have done to prevent it."
Sam cuts back in. "Dean, he was probably sick from the beginning. At least you didn't lose all of them."
"But losing him still hurts, Sam."
"I know. But when the other two are born you're going to be so preoccupied loving and taking care of them that it won't hurt so much anymore."
"If I don't kill them too." He reaches up and wipes his face with his hand. John sighs and tries reasoning with his son.
"Dean, even the doctors don't have all the answers. There is nothing any of us could have done to prevent this. It wasn't your fault. Now, I want you to try to get some sleep, alright?"
Dean nods his head and closes his eyes but it's still another hour before he is able to fall asleep.
It's still a few more weeks before Dean starts coming back downstairs, but he is still quiet most days. The loss has caused him to become semi clingy towards his brother and father. Right now he is sleeping on the couch after Sam finally convinced him that he and John weren't going anywhere. Ellen and Jo come walking in from getting groceries. Ellen starts putting stuff in the fridge when she addresses Sam.
"How's he doing?"
"I finally convinced him to lay down on the couch for a while. He's been up all morning, he was exhausted. I actually got him to eat a regular meal, too."
"Good. I just can't believe it hit him this hard. I had no idea how much he's wanted them."
"I know. I hope he can get over this. I mean he ate for me earlier, but that's the most I've been able to get him to eat at one time since it happened."
"Well, the most we can do is be there for him. I think he'll come around. It's just going to take some time. Losing a baby is a hard thing to go through, especially when it's something you really want."
Sam just nods his head and watches his brother sleep. He hopes Ellen's right, it kills him to see his brother so depressed.