AUTHORS NOTE: Hey People! Here is the next chapter of the Secrets out! I know that it will seem a little weird but I wanted a little bit of a filler before there is more drama so here is this chapter:)
P.S. This chapter is dedicated to DeansMuse for giving me a little idea for this chapter. You all should thank her people!
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Chapter 6. Protection. Deans Pov.
"GOD DAMN IT!" I yell in pain and the buzzing noise stops.
"Seriously man I think I should stop for a few minutes." The tattoo artist insists, giving me a worried expression.
"You're almost done." I bite out after I catch my breath.
"Give him a few minutes Bill." Bobby orders. The tattoo artist with the braided beard nods and stands up from his chair. "Dean this is the stupidest idea I think you've ever had."
"You think me wanting to protect my unborn children is stupid?" He gives me a 'shut up and listen' look.
"No, I understand completely why you want to get an anti-possession symbol tattoo but why on you're chest? You're pregnant son, your chest is…"
"Don't even say it." I know I'm almost twenty four weeks pregnant but that doesn't mean he has to remind me that my chest fucking kills because of it.
"Then why there Dean?" I sigh and lean back in the chair.
"In that book it said that if you have it over your heart the protection is stronger." He takes a deep breath and nods, rubbing my back gently.
I told Bobby my secret a couple of days ago and ever since then I've been worried; what if a demon tried to possess me right now? I had a nightmare about it and the demon went made me stand in front of a mirror and forced me to watch as he stabbed my stomach over and over again. When I woke up I decided that I needed to do something to protect us; I researched for hours trying to find the best way to ward off demons that would be safe while pregnant and this was the most effective way.
"You ok son?" He asks a moment later, watching me rubbing the side of my stomach.
"Yeah, they're kicking up a storm." He gives me a curious look and his fingers twitch slightly. "Wanna feel?"
"No that's ok…" I cut him off by grabbing his hand and placing it on the side of my stomach, pressing it down slightly to get one of the babies to react. I feel something press outwards from inside of me and Bobby gasps slightly. "Wow." I let go of his hand and he keeps his pressed to my bare stomach.
"That's one of the boys." A small smile comes onto his lips.
"And you have to feel this all the time?" I nod.
"By three babies." He whistles. "They're happy to meet their Grandpa Bobby." His eyes widen slightly and he looks me in the eye. "I'm sorry that was…" he cuts me off.
"You want me to be their grandfather?" he asks, a look of happiness in his eyes.
"Well yeah, you're like a father to me Bobby and you've been there for me when no one else has." His smile is blinding as he pulls me into a gentle hug.
"I would be honored to be their grandfather son." I feel tears prick my eyes and I sniff slightly. "You ok?" Bobby asks, pulling back.
"Yeah" I laugh, wiping the tears away. "Damn hormones."
"Are you ready to finish the tattoo?" Bill asks, walking back into the room and putting on a new pair of gloves.
"Lets just get this over with." He sits down in the chair next to me and grabs the drill looking thing. Bobby takes a hold of my left hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.
"It'll be over in a minute." The drill starts back up again an I feel pain again. I close my eyes and squeeze Bobby's hand, trying to ignore the buzzing sound.
"All done." Bill ways several minutes later while setting the drill down and picking up a mirror. He lifts it up to show me the tattoo; a star in the center and flame like looking things surrounding it. "This is defiantly going to ward off demons man."
"Thanks Bill." He sets the mirror down and pats my shoulder.
"No problem man, anything to protect the buns in the oven from sons of bitches." Bobby snorts. "Let me just get this bandaged up and you'll be good to go."
"How much do I owe you?" I ask a moment later as he finishes covering it.
"Nothing man; your father helped me with a hunt a few years back so consider this me repaying the dept. You can put your shirt back on now." Bobby hands me my shirt and I pull it over my head.
"You need some new clothes Dean." Bobby says as he watches the fabric stretch tightly over my stomach.
"Yeah I do." I put my sweatshirt on and leave the zipper open. "But lets wait until after this weekend." He rolls his eyes as Bill hands me a jar.
"Put this on the tattoo two times a day for about two weeks, it'll make sure the tattoo actually sets."
"I will, thanks' again Bill." He smiles.
"Well you're free to go." Bobby extends his hand towards me and pulls me up into a standing position, not letting me go until I regained my balance.
"Bye Bill." We leave the tattoo parlor and get into the Impala.
"Tight fit?" Bobby asks with an amused expression on his face. I look down to see that there is about three inches of free space between my stomach and the wheel.
"Just let me enjoy driving my baby while I still can dude." He laughs as I start the engine.
As I drive back to Bobby's I think about how he's been there for me this last month and how in that time I actually feel like myself again, and then I think about Dad and Sammy. Where is Dad? Is he ok? Why wont he answer my calls? How is Sam doing at Stanford? Why wouldn't he talk to me when…
"So son when do you want to start on the nursery?" Bobby asks as I park in front of the house.
"How about now?" he groans.
"Dean we just got home, we have all weekend to do this."
"But if we get this done now then I can go and buy furniture this weeks." He sighs and nods, getting out of the car and walking around to help me out.
"Fine, just let me change into something I can trash." He says when we walk into the house.
"I'll meet you up there, I just need to grab a snack." He waves his hand as he climbs up the stairs to go to his room. I walk….well really waddle but I really hate to admit it…into the kitchen to grab a bag of Lays Potato ships, a can of Sprite, and a beer for Bobby.
"Are you sure you want to paint it this color?" Bobby asks as I walk into the room. I hand him his beer and eat a chip.
"Yeah." He opens a can of paint to reveal a light sea foam green.
"The great Dean Winchester wants to paint a room this color? I thought you would have wanted to paint it red or something." I roll my eyes and set the bag of chips down onto the table in the center of the room.
"I don't need your help painting this room you know." I insist while taking my sweatshirt of and throwing it out the room and into my room across the hallway.
"You're not getting on top of a ladder Dean."
"Ok." I hand him a roller. "Then stop complaining and starts painting." He grabs the tray he poured paint into and sets it on one of the shelves on the ladder.
"When you need to sit down you go and sit down ok Dean? I don't want you over doing it."
"I will don't worry Bobby." I roll my roller into the paint and rub some of the green liquid onto the wall. "See, great color for three innocent children." He laughs and climbs the ladder.
"I cant wait to see what type of girly furniture you choose for them."
"Shut up grandpa and start painting." He shakes his head in amusement and starts painting the wall.
I never thought I would actually paint a nursery…jeeze this is messed up shit.
END OF CHATER 6! So what do you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Let me know!