AUTHORS NOTE: HEY PEOPLE! So I know that I left you with a huge cliff hanger in the last chapter but here is the second part of it. I hope you guys enjoy:)
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Warning; I don't describe too much in here but I do describe the pain after "it" happened and how Dean feels like he's broken.
Chapter 5. Behind the Truth. Dean's Pov.
"So I'm guessing you guys like water huh?" I jokingly ask my stomach when I feel the movement from the triplets ease up. I turn the water off and pull the shower curtain back, grabbing a towel to dry myself off with in the process. I carefully step out of the shower and walk over to the mirror. "Jeeze you guys are getting big." I look at my stomach in the mirror, rubbing the side of it. "At this rate you're gonna be sasquatches like your uncle Sammy." I feel my heart drop slightly at the words, wondering how Sam was doing at college anyway. Maybe I should try to call him before the triplets are born; let him now that he's going to be an uncle… "What is that?" I listen carefully to hear Bobby talking heatedly down stairs. Probably talking with a mechanic about car parts. I finish drying myself off and grab the clothes from the closed toilet seat; the boxers and sweatpants resting under by stomach and my shirt pulling tightly around it. God I need new clothes.
I walk out of the bathroom and walk down the rickety old steps carefully, holding onto the railing to help keep my balance. Once I reach the bottom of the steps I crack my back then walk towards the kitchen.
"And what is you're name exactly?" I hear Bobby's voice ask. "Dylan?" My eyes widen and I feel something shoot up to my throat.
"No…" I speed walk into the kitchen to see Bobby with my cell phone at his ear.
"If Dean doesn't want you here then it's his dec…" I walk up behind him and rip the cell phone from his hand. He turns around and gives me an apologetic look.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I push out, my voice laced with so much venom that it shocks me.
"Dean I'm sorry I…" I turn my back to him and bring the cell phone up to my ear.
"And you, leave me the fuck alone! Why the fuck do you fucking care all of a sudden that I'm carrying your children huh?"
"Wait children?" Dylan practically screams.
"Fuck you Dylan! If you call my fucking phone one more time I'll tell the police in Seattle that you did this after I covered your ass so you would get in trouble."
"I…" I snap my phone shut before I can hear a response and throw it onto the table. I turn around to face Bobby again and he takes a step back.
"Son you need to calm…"
"YOU HAD NO FUCKING RIGHT!" He takes another step back and raises his hands in surrender.
"Dean you need to calm down remember what the doc…"I cut him off.
"Screw the fucking doctors and screw you!"
"Dean…"
"What the fuck did he tell you?" He closes his eyes for a moment, biting his bottom lip nervously before opening his eyes again.
"He told me that he was poss…" I raise my hand to make him stop talking, not wanting to hear the word.
"You had no right." my voice cracks at the last word and his eyes show a sad expression.
"Oh son…" He walks over to me and pulls me into this arms and it's then that I realize that I'm sobbing. He rubs my back in soothing circles. "Let's go sit down ok?" he asks after I start to calm down a bit. I nod and he shifts so his arm is wrapped around my shoulders and he leads me into the living room. He helps me sit down on the couch and he sits across from me on the coffee table.
I never wanted any one to know that it was a demon who raped me. It was bad enough that people knew I was weak for allowing someone to rape me but to have it be a demon, that's just...
"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asks after a few minutes. I look into his eyes, not seeing anger or disappointment, just sadness.
"I've kept it a secret for so long." I whisper after a moment while looking down, not really trusting my voice.
"Dean it's not good to keep things like this bottled up inside; tell me so I can help you." I shake my head.
"You'll be disappointed in me Bobby." He sighs, gently resting his hand on my shoulder.
"Look at me son." I lift my head till I'm looking into his eyes. "I could never be disappointed in ya, especially for something like this. You had no control over the situation."
"It was a demon Bobby, I should have been able to stop it…" he cuts me off.
"Dean; if you could have stopped it you would have." The room is silent for several long minutes before I say anything.
"Me and Dad just finished up a hunt in Seattle and I went to a bar to shoot some pool to get money." I take a deep breath, finding it really hard to tell Bobby this. "Someone put something in my drink and the next thing I know I'm in a motel room tied to the bed." He squeezes my shoulder slightly. "I tried to fight him Bobby." My voice cracks and I feel more tears forming in my eyes.
"I know you did son." He comforts.
"Before he…he said how he always wanted a piece of hunter ass so I whispered 'christo' and his eyes turned black." I feel like throwing up at remembering the pain so I place my hand over my mouth. Bobby gets up from the table and sits down next to me, rubbing my back to try and calm me down.
"Do you want me to get the trash bin?" I shake my head no. "You don't have to tell me the details about what he did if you don't want to." He says and I nod. I already had to live it once, I don't want to remember the feeling again.
"After he did it he kissed me on the forehead and smiled…"
Flashback.
"Thanks for the good time Winchester." He takes his hand and caresses the side of my face. He laughs at the top of his lungs then screams as black smoke leaves his mouth. The body of the man sways back a little bit then he falls right on top of me and I scream in pain. The mans eyes shoot open and he jumps off of me.
"Oh my god!" he screams while looking at me. "I….i did this."
"N-no." I take a sharp breath in, my throat hurting too much from screaming. He walks over to me and I whimper. He takes a step back, tears coming from his eyes.
"I."
"You didn't d-do this, believe me." I say, knowing that this has to be as hard for him as it is for me.
"I…" He shakes his head and grabs his clothes, putting his pants on quickly and running out the door, leaving me tied to the bed sobbing.
I feel like I was ripped in half; it hurts to breath, to think. What did I ever do to deserve this? I..I feel so dirty, so violated, so un-human.
An hour later I hear the familiar rumble of Dad truck and I panic. I know I need help but I don't want anyone to see me like this.
"Dean I saw the Impala in the parking lot, how did you…" His gaze drops onto me and he gasps. "Dean!" he runs to the bed and unties my hands.
"Dad I…" I cry out but I can't even think of what to say. I look into is eyes to see him crying.
"Oh god Dean." He breathes out, grabbing his phone. "It's going to be ok, I'm getting you help, just try to breath ok."
"I'm sorry."
"Shhh" he says as he dials 911, "everything's going to be ok I promise."
End Flashback.
"An ambulance came and I was taken to the hospital. Dad stayed with me the whole time, trying to comfort me even though I wasn't listening to a thing he was saying."
"God son." He continues to rub soothing circles on my back and I feel like a weight has been lifted from my chest because I'm telling him this. "So after that…?"
"After they released me Dad brought us to a hotel to stay in for a few days, get me back on my feet you know."
It shocked me that Dad was so understanding about this whole thing, I mean usually when I'm hurt he gets us back onto the hunt quickly and ignores the pain but not with this . He was there when I needed him the most and didn't pry. We would rent movies and eat greasy take out food and just try to get past what happened. He realized that I didn't like to talk about things a lot so he didn't force me to do anything and when we did finally start hunting again he started out with easy ones.
"We waited to hunt till I was ready, and it was about two months later that I realized that something was wrong with me." I pinch the bridge of my nose and rest my other hand on my stomach.
"I'm guessing you didn't realize that you were a man that had the genes to carry children?" Bobby asks and I shake my head.
"My abs were gone and I was throwing up constantly so I went to the doctor thinking I got an STD or something but then I found out I was two months pregnant with triplets." I wipe the tears from my eyes and look at him. "I freaked out; I mean a demon raped me, what if they were demos too?"
"Did you consider…" he trails off, not wanting to say abortion.
"Yeah I did, but then I looked at the ultrasound picture and decided that I didn't want to do anything without seeing if they were human or not. I called someone to ask if you can tell if unborn children are demons are not."
"Who did you call?"
"Some doctor who worked with hunters, and he made an appointment to see me in Delaware. He did a few tests and nothing happened so that meant they were human." I look down at my stomach. "I couldn't kill them." He pats my knee.
"I understand Dean."
"And at first I planned on giving them up for adoption but then after the whole werewolf thing I realized that I couldn't live without them." Bobby smiles.
"How did your Daddy take the news?" He asks after a few minutes of silence. I groan.
"I kinda didn't tell him till I was three and a half months pregnant." His eyes widen slightly.
"How could he not have noticed your stomach?" I look down at my big baby belly.
"I was wearing baggier clothes after the incident so he didn't really notice. Just when the morning sickness stopped we went on a hunt and I hurt my arm. Dad took me to the hospital because after the…incident." I don't want to say that r word ever again if I can help it. "He would take me to the hospital for things, he was more careful with me."
"So you didn't actually tell him?" I lick my dry lips.
"I kinda told the doctor when he wanted to take me in for x-rays and Dad was in the room." I'm glad that Bobby isn't asking about Dylan, he's just a long confusing topic that makes me angry.
"He didn't take it well I'm guessing?" I chuckle dryly.
"Better then I thought he would. He yelled at me till I cried five minutes later, then he apologized for being an asshole."
"The great John Winchester actually apologized?" He asks in shock.
"Apparently pregnant people hormones make him nervous but he respected my choice at wanting to have them." He nods and everything is silent for a while.
I thought that when I told someone the truth that I would break down and die inside, but I actually feel human again.
"I'm proud of you Dean." Bobby says, breaking the silence.
"What is there to be proud of?"
"You were able to get past all of this; if it were to happen to someone else they probably wouldn't be able to function." He pulls me into his arms for a hug. "Thank you for telling me son." We pull away a moment later and I sigh.
"I'm kinda tired." He nods.
"I bet after all of this, why don't you go to bed?" I nod.
"I think I just will." He helps me stand up and doesn't let go of my arm till I get my balance. "Night."
"Night Dean."
I walk towards the stairs and before I take the first step I feel one of the babies kick me and I rub the spot.
Even though I didn't plan for any of this to happen I'm glad you guys are here.
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