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Chapter 3. Offer. Bobby's Pov. Two Weeks Later.

I never imagined myself sitting in a waiting room at a doctor's office for pregnant men, but then again I never thought that the skirt chasing Dean Winchester would get himself knocked up.

"You need to calm down son, being nervous cant be a good thing right now." I say and he sighs.

"I'm not nervous." He insists.

"So why is your leg bouncing like that?" I ask, rolling my eyes. He takes his hand to hold his knee still and I chuckle lightly.

"Don't worry, everything's going to be fine." He takes a breath and nods.

"It would help if we didn't have to wait here for thirty minutes." I give him a light pat on the shoulder then look to the car magazine in my lap.

"Why don't you try reading something, it'll pass the time." He leans back in his chair and rests his left hand on his stomach.

"Yeah I already skimmed through three national geographic magazines and look how that helped." He says with a sarcastic tone. The door opens and a nurse holding a clipboard comes out.

"Brown?"

"Ugh finally." Dean mutters to himself as he pushes himself up into a standing position with some difficulty. When he's finally standing he turns to face me. "Hopefully this won't take a half an hour." He says, then walks over to the nurse. I watch them go back behind the door then I look back a t the magazine.

The last two weeks have been a little…interesting… to say the least. In the past when Dean came to stay with me he was always loud and exciting, working on cars or trying to research for the next hunt; but this time it was quiet.

For the first three days he was asleep most of the time, too stiff to move around without wincing in pain, but after those three days though he did a complete one eighty. He didn't want to feel like a freeloader, and when Dean Winchester doesn't want to feel like a freeloader he does one of two things: leaves or overworks, and of course he decided to overwork himself. At first he started with small things like calling around to find car parts I needed or balancing my checkbook (Dean can balance a checkbook even after the credit card scams…go figure), but after that he started cleaning all the weapons and making rock salt rounds. I finally put my foot down when I caught him trying to organize my books at three in the morning.

But it wasn't the fact that he was trying to do too much that bothered me; it was that he's trying to hide himself behind too many walls. Any time I try to get more information out of him he changes the subject quickly, he never starts conversations, and when he thinks I'm not looking his eyes show an emotion of pain. Because of this silence I've been coming up with my own conclusions on how he got pregnant in the first place, and I just hope that my mind is over exaggerating…

"Bobby?" I jerk my head up to see Dean looking at me with a curious expression on his face. "Are you ok?" I look at the watch on my wrist to see that over thirty minutes have passed.

"Yeah." I set the magazine in my hands down onto the coffee table in front of me. "So is everything ok in baby land?" I ask while getting out of my seat and when I'm finally standing up I notice an emotion in his eyes that gives me a little hope; joy.

"We're all ok" he says, a small smile on his face. "He said I could start doing normal activities again." I nod as we head out of the waiting room and into the hallway.

"Oh like you haven't been over doing it already." He hits my in the shoulder.

"Hey I was doing way less then I normally do." He insists, and I won't admit out loud that I agree. Once we're inside the car I quickly put the key in the ignition and put it into drive, pulling right out of the space and onto the road.

"So I was thinking" Dean starts a few minutes later, "that since I'm better I should probably get out of your hair." I stop at a red light and turn to look at him. I look down to his stomach briefly before talking.

"Look Dean your over five months pregnant with triplets…" he cuts me off.

"I can take care of myself."

"I'm not saying you can't."

"So what are you saying?" The light turns green and I press my foot onto the gas. Fucking hormones.

"Dean I know you can take care of yourself just fine, you've been doing it since you were four, but I think you should stay with me."

"I don't need you to pity the poor pregnant guy."

"And I'm not." I argue. "Think about it; you're over five months pregnant with triplets, you need stability right now." If looks could kill I'd be six feet under right now.

"I'm not some fucking weak bimbo that cant handle being pregnant." I turn into the junkyard and park the car in front of my house, killing the ignition and turning to face him.

"Listen to me for a second; I'm not calling you weak and I know that you can take care of yourself, all I'm saying is that you shouldn't have to go through all this alone." His gaze drops from my eyes to the leather seat of the car. "And don't think about this only being because I don't think you should do this alone, but also the fact that I like having you here." The car is silent for a few moments. "I'm not demanding that you stay here, I'm just offering."

"I won't be able to stay here forever you know." he states, looking me in the eye again.

"I know, but staying here at least for the duration will let you get an idea of how you're going to live with three kids." He sighs, and a few minutes later he's nodding.

"Fine, but I have two conditions." I chuckle slightly.

"And what are those?"

"First I don't want you treating me like I'm made of fucking glass." I roll my eyes.

"Fine and the second thing?"

"You will never speak about any of my emotional shit to anyone." I want to laugh but I stop myself.

"You've got a deal." He nods to me before pushing himself out of the car.

"Idgit."

END OF CHAPTER 3! Like it? hate it? let me know!

P.S. Sorry for any grammar mistakes but its 3:30 AM and I wanna sleep people