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Chapter 15. Leave. Deans Pov.
"So Sam gets these visions about people dying, and neither of you thought to tell me?" I yell, towering over my family's sitting forms on Bobby's couch.
"I didn't want to stress you out Dean." My Dad says, looking me in the eye.
"Yeah well look how that turned out." I say sarcastically, pressing my hand into the base of my aching back.
"Dean I think we need to…" Bobby starts, but I cut him off.
"And what did you see it this 'vision' exactly?" I ask Sam, not really seeing the same brother I knew before. He looks up at me with a look of despair in his eyes.
"I saw you," he points to the corner of the room, "over there…" he trails off, swallowing thickly. I start to feel sick so I close my eyes and take some deep breaths.
Hearing that you're gonna die is scary as fucking hell… And the fact that his visions come true? That's just the tip of the fucking iceberg.
"Was I still pregnant?" I ask and he sighs, nodding his head. As I begin to panic even more the babies decide to kick all at once, making me hiss out loud.
"Son you need to sit down." Bobby says grabbing onto my shoulder. I rub the sides of my stomach and nod, walking over to the lounger where he helps me sit.
"Did you see when this was going to happen?" Bobby asks, sitting on the arm of my chair.
"I don't know…" Sam trails off, looking at his casted leg. Everyone is silent until I finally ask.
"So what are we gonna do?" Dad sighs.
"We're gonna leave and go someplace really far away from here."
"John do you know how stupid that is? Dean can give birth at any time! He doesn't need the stress of being in a car for long periods of time!" Bobby argues incredulously.
"Yeah well what do you suppose we do? Stay here and let him die or have him uncomfortable and alive?" Dad barks.
"I'm right here!" I say loudly, waving my hands around to get their attention. "You guys don't get to decide what's best for me when I'm right here; I'm not an invalid!" My hormones are getting the better of me but I don't really care. Bobby and Dad look at me and they both nod their heads a moment later, not wanting to upset me any more. I push myself into a standing position with a groan and talk when I get my balance. "Now first of all I want to know everything Sam saw in his vision." I demand, glancing at Sam quickly then back to Dad. "I know he saw more Dad." Dads eyes are filled with pain as he nods.
"You were pinned to the wall while you were in labor and…" he swallows thickly, "and you were being burned alive." I feel like I've been stabbed in the chest but I try my best to hide my ever growing panic.
"So they die to?" I ask, feeling my eyes start to burn and I hold my stomach protectively.
"Yeah." Sams voice whispers.
"When can we leave?" I ask, my voice cracking slightly.
"We'll leave tomorrow." Dad says and I nod, walking past him and heading for the stairs.
Not them. I'd rather have every organ painfully ripped from my body than for them to die. They are my kids! They are a fucking part of me and innocent! Just the thought of them dying…
I finish dry heaving into the toilet and flush my vomit away, sitting back against the cold tile of the bath tub and rubbing calming circled into my stomach.
"Dean?" Dads voice asks outside of the bathroom. He opens the door and looks down at me. "Oh god Dean." He comes over to me and sits down, wiping away tears I didn't even know were escaping before pulling me into his arms. We sit there for a long time; my sobs and his words of comfort being the only sounds in the room.
"They can't die Dad, if they did I don't know what I'd do."
"Shh Dean." He wipes away more tears. "I promise you that nothing will happen to you or them."
"You can't fucking promise that." I mutter.
"I can and I have. We're going to get away from this place…"I cut him off.
"But that's still not enough."
"Trust me Dean, please trust me." He sighs. "I know that I left you when you needed me the most but I'm here now." His grip on me tightens. "Please just trust me with this."
"The bastard is too strong Dad." He hushes me.
"Well I have a trick or two up my sleeve." He bends forward, grabs a wad of toilet paper, and hands it to me to blow my nose with. "I have a weapon, and I've killed a demon with it." My head comes up and I look him in the eye.
"What?" He runs his hand through my cropped hair.
"If that bastard comes for you then I'll shoot the thing dead before it can do anything to you." He places his hand on my stomach. "I promise you that you and these babies will live long and happy lives." He kisses my temple then stands up. "Do you want to stay here?" he asks and I nod. "I'm just going to go and pack some things then." He gives me a small smile that doesn't reach his red, puffy, eyes. "Call me if you need me for any reason." I nod and he leaves the bathroom, closing the door half way behind him.
He's my Dad. I need to trust him with this, he would never lie about protecting family.
DUN DUN DUN! END OF CHAPTER! So what did you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Let me know! The chapter ended differently than I planned but hey, it works really well:) THANKS FOR READING! Sorry for any mistakes but I wanted to get this out before I went to bed and I'm about to pass out.