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Chapter 4. The Truth. Bobby's Pov. 2 weeks later.
"So Singer, what's with you buying sun chips and ranch dressing every couple of days?" Tom, the owner of the small party store five minutes away from the junkyard, asks as he rings the grocery's up.
"My nephews been staying with me and he's been craving it." I answer, taking my wallet out of my back pocket.
"Craving them, like together?" I nod and he chuckles. "Pregnant right?"
"Yep; five and a half months with triplets." His eyes widen slightly and he whistles.
"Jesus that's gotta be rough." He puts the grocery's into a paper bag and grabs the money from my hand. "He staying with you for the duration?"
"Yeah, he was in a car accident a while ago so I thought it would be best for him to stay with me." He nods and smiles.
"You're a good man Singer." I roll my eyes.
"See you in a couple days Tom." He waves goodbye as I exit the store and walk to my car.
Things have calmed down a bit in the last couple of weeks; Dean isn't overworking himself and he's seemed somewhat calmer since he found out that the triplets were alright. I mean yeah I'm still trying to get used to the idea of Dean being pregnant but it's starting to get easier to deal with it now that I don't have to constantly worry about him hurting himself.
The main thing that's worrying me though is that he's hiding something big and it's bothering the shit out of him. It has to be terrible because if it wasn't he wouldn't still be effected by it like this or he would do a better job hiding it.
I park the car in front of my house and get out of the car to grab the bags from the back before going inside. I open the door and just as I am about to announce my presence to Dean I hear him talking.
"I already told you I don't want you fucking involved." I walk closer to the living room to hear the conversation better.
"You had no control over what you did, this isn't your problem." His voice sounds so pained and angry; I haven't heard him talk with this much emotion in weeks.
"I told you to stop calling me…I'm the one that has to deal with this and you aren't making this any easier!"I hear Dean pacing around the living room, something he's always done when he's upset about something. "I told you I'm fine…Just please leave me alone!" I hear him snap his phone shut and him plop down onto the sofa. I close my eyes to mask my concern before deciding to make my presence known.
"Dean I'm home!" I walk into the living room to see him rubbing his eyes. "Everything ok?" he turns to face me and plasters a smile on his face.
"Yeah everything's fine just tired." He pushes himself into a standing position with difficulty. "Dinner should be ready soon."
"Dean you didn't need to make anything, I coulda whipped something up." He rolls his eyes.
"Yeah I'd actually like to eat good food for once this week." I give him a mock glare and shake my head.
"Just because you're pregnant boy doesn't mean I wont put you over my knee." He chuckles, bringing his hands up to his hugely swollen abdomen.
"Yeah good luck with that." He walks waddles past me and into the kitchen. I follow and set the bags on the counter, reaching into the bag and grabbing something to put away.
"So did you make any more plans for the nursery?" I ask after I finish putting the groceries away.
"I don't want to take another one of your rooms Bobby." He says while grabbing two plates from the top cupboard.
"I don't have anything better to do with that room son, and I think a nursery would give this old lonely place a little life." He bites his bottom lip while nodding, setting the plates on the table.
"I'm thinking of painting it green." I nod, smiling at the choice.
"Green's a good color, I can help you start painting this weekend if you want."
"That would be great." He says with a small, tired smile. "Thanks" he hands me a beer and walks back to the stove to grab the food.
"It's not a problem Dean, if you want I can take you to the Baby's R Us two towns over to pick out furniture too." He sets the glass baking pan on the table and walks back to the fridge to grab a can of Sprite.
"I think I wanna wait and see how the paint turns out before picking out furniture." He explains, grabbing the back of the chair to help set himself down. "Enjoy." He says, gesturing to the food.
"Of course you made the only thing you can cook." I say while serving myself an enchilada.
"Hey I'm a great cook and you know it, I learned when I was four dude." He says, grabbing two for himself.
"So did anybody call while I was gone?" I ask a moment later. Sam takes a sip of Sprite while nodding.
"Yeah Nate called, said he'll bring the valve on Fri…" he's cut off by the sound of his phone going off. He pulls it out of his pocket and looks at the number, a look of anger flashing over his eyes when he sees who's calling him.
"Shouldn't you answer that?" I ask when he cancels the call and places his phone on the table.
"Nah, it's just some kid prank calling my cell, he's been doing it all day."I can tell that he's done talking so we eat the rest of our meal in silence.
"Is your back bothering you son?" I ask as we wash the dishes, watching Dean rub his lower back for the fifth time three minutes.
"Yeah just a little sore." He says then turns to rest his back along the counter as he dries the plate. I look to his stomach that looks to be as big as an eight month pregnant belly with one baby, wincing in sympathy.
"Why don't you go take a shower, relax those muscles? We can watch a movie afterwards or something." He thinks about it for a minute before nodding.
"Yeah that's a good idea." He places the dry plate in the cupboard then sets the towel down on the counter top. "I'll be back down in a little bit." He says then walks out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Several minutes later I hear the water running upstairs and I release the happy expression on my face and replace it with concern. I look to the table to see his cell phone and contemplate what I should do.
Should I see who's been calling him or wait and talk to Dean about this?
I grab his cell phone and go to the recent calls menu, seeing the same number with a Texas area code eight different times. I close my eyes and take a calming breath, knowing that this is the best decision.
"Dean!" A worried voice asks on the other line.
"No this isn't Dean, but I would like to know why you keep calling him."
"Are you the friend Dean's staying with?"
"Son I think I should be the one asking the questions; you've been making him very upset, you know that isn't good for him right now right?"
"I'm worried sick about him, I mean he's carrying my child!" my eyes widen slightly.
"You're the one who slept with him while you were both plastered?" I ask, feeling anger rising in my chest.
"I didn't do it I swear! I mean my body did it but it wasn't me!" he yells out in panic. "I..I saw me doing all those things to him but…" I cut him off.
"What are you saying?" I ask, feeling my eyes widen and dread filling my heart. Please don't have what I think happened happened.
"You won't believe me, Dean said I wasn't crazy but that other people wouldn't believe me! I just want to make sure he's ok." He practically begs.
"I'm a hunter like Dean. Just calm down and tell me what's going on."
"I tried to stop him from doing it! I swear, please I didn't mean to make Dean upset I've just been worried sick!"
"You tried to stop…Were you possessed!" The unnamed man on the other line starts crying.
"YES!" I grab the hand holding the cell phone with the other hand to stop myself from dropping it as I gasp.
Dean wasn't just raped but raped by a demon; this is worse then I could ever ave imagined.
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