AUTHORS NOTE: HEY PEOPLE! I'm really glad you guys are liking this story so far! Ok now before you read this chapter a lot of you guys might want to re-read chapter five because some of you are getting a big detail wrong. John knows that Dean is pregnant people and he left him when he was four months pregnant. Now with that said please enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 9. John. Deans Pov.
"I'd like to bring you back to x-ray your arm. I think it might be badly sprained but I'd like to make sure nothing is broken." I feel panic start to take over and I cant help but bring a hand to my swollen stomach.
"You can't do that." I say, looking the doctor in the eye.
"Dean they need to make sure you're ok." Dad insists from the chair in the corner.
"I'd rather not have x-rays done." I say after a moment.
"Is there a specific reason Mr. Jones?" The doctor asks, folding his arms over his chest. I bite my bottom lip nervously and look to the floor.
I didn't want my Dad to find out I was pregnant like this. I was going to tell him when I finally got the courage to tell him. I mean I know that I look like I'm five months pregnant with one kid already but the baggy clothes have been hiding it well. What if he's disappointed in me? Disgusted with me? What if he's leave me alone?
"What was that?" the doctor asks, leaning closer to me. I look up to my dad for a moment then back to the doctor.
"I'm pregnant." My Dads eyes widen and the doctor nods.
"I can assure you…" My Dad stands up an cuts the doctor off.
"Dr. Grayson could you please leave the room for a moment?" The doctor looks at him for a moment and nods.
"Of course." He closes the door behind him and my Dad turns to face me.
"Say that again Dean."
"I'm pregnant." I say, my hand still on my stomach.
"How did this happen?" he asks, and I can tell that he wants to yell.
"Apparently I have the carrier gene." I say, watching as his hand twitches.
"How can you be so irresponsible?" He yells, and I close my eyes.
"Dad…" He cuts me off.
"NO! How can you do this? Have you put any thought into this? How are you going to take care of this kid when we hunt all the time huh?"
"Three." I mumble.
"What was that?" I look up to him again.
"I said three, triplets." His eyes widen and he pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Oh that's even better Dean, how are you gonna hold a gun when you have three fucking babies to take care of?" I feel tears prick my eyes and I try to wipe them away.
"It's not like I chose this Dad." My voice cracks and I feel tears begin to fall.
"Yeah well if you kept it in your pants then…"And that line sent me off into a full out sob.
I can't take this. If Dad would have just been mad and walked out then fine, I would have cried probably but I'd be able to take it. But this? I feel arms wrap around me gently and Dad pulls closer, being careful with my arm.
"I'm an asshole Dean. I didn't even connect this with…" he trails off, not wanting to say 'rape'. "Everything's gonna be ok."
"I'm sorry." I croak out, but he shushes me, rubbing my back in soothing circles.
"Don't you dare say you're sorry…"I feel something shake my shoulder. "Dean?" I open my eyes to see white ceiling tiles. "Dean." I turn my head to the right to see my Dad giving me a small, tired, smile. "Hey son." I wipe the sleep from my eyes and reach for the remote that controls the bed.
"Should you be out of bed?" I ask, seeing the wheelchair as the bed moves so I'm sitting up.
"You're in worse shape then I am kiddo" he says with a small chuckle. He watches my hand as I rest it on my stomach. "You've gotten pretty big since I last saw you."
"Yeah that tends to happen when you have triplets inside you." I say with a small grin and he laughs. "You scared the shit out of me." He sighs, and squeezes my wrist gently.
"I'm sorry Dean."
"What happened?" he licks his dry lips before talking.
"We had the demon cornered and before we could do anything the demon possessed me." He pauses, looking into my eyes briefly then looking down. "To make a long story short your brother shot me in the leg, got the demon out of me, and while we were driving to the closest motel we got hit by a semi…" I cut him off.
"Was it an accident?" I ask.
"The driver was possessed." I close my eyes, nodding.
"Is Sam gonna be ok?" I ask after a moment, picturing the death trap looking thing his leg was in.
"He's a trooper, his legs gonna give him shit for a while but he'll heal. He had surgery on it right after we were flown in here and the doctor said that his chance were great." He pats my hand and leans back in his chair. "He was pretty shocked to see you."
"Shocked to see this?" I ask, pointing to my stomach, and he nods. "So you didn't tell him?" I ask, not being able to leave this matter alone.
"I didn't think it was a big deal…" I cut him off.
"Is that why you left?"his head tilts to the side; his eyes narrowing in confusion. "Is that why you left me alone?" a look of guilt passes through his eyes and he leans forward.
"Dean you have to understand that I did it to protect you…" I cut him off.
"That's not what it looks like." Hormones be damned, I can't take this anymore. Since he left I've been wondering why he did it so suddenly and now that I see that Sam is with him my mind is coming up with its own conclusions.
"Dean…"
"No. I just kinda find it a little "convenient" that right after you leave you start hunting with Sam again after he left the family business. What did you tell him to get him to start hunting again Dad?"
"Listen to me De…"
"Is that an order?" I ask snidely.
"YES!" I jerk back into my pillow and look down to the blanket. "I didn't mean to hurt you Dean, and I guess I should have realized that me just leaving suddenly was a horrible idea. I was trying to keep you safe. You were four months pregnant with triplets Dean, it's a higher risk pregnancy and at the time the only thing I was thinking about was keeping you and your kids safe." He sighs and leans back. "I saw that there was a fire at Stanford and I called your brother that night making sure everything was ok. He said that his girlfriend died in the fire and that she was pinned to the ceiling so I picked him up and we started hunting again." I feel my eyes start to burn and I curse myself.
When he left I fucking cried; there was only a note and several hundred dollars on the table and nothing else of his. He abandoned me when I was down, the only time I ever needed him, and now I find out that he replaced me with Sam. I always new he was obsessed with finding this demon but he would always say "family comes first"; was I just not important enough to him? I give him my whole fucking life and he gives me nothing.
"Nice to know that you think I'm such a hormonal fat person that I wouldn't have been able to handle you needing to leave."
"Dean." I shake my head, wiping away the stray tear that escapes.
"Where's Bobby?" Hurt runs through his eyes.
"He went to get a motel room ready for himself…" he gets cut off by a nurse coming in.
"Mr. Simons I need to bring you back now." She says, walking up to the wheelchair and wrapping her hands around the handles.
"Dean." He tries and I shake my head.
"I'll be seeing you guys later." I say, not even attempting to give him a fake smile. He nods.
"Get some sleep son." The nurse wheels him out of the room and once again I'm left alone.
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