AUTHORS NOTE: HEY PEOPLE! So here is chapter 18 of The Secrets Out! I really hope you guys like it:)
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Chapter 18. Break. Bobby's Pov.
"How far away are we Bobby?" Dean asks, bending forward in the passenger seat to grab onto his lower back.
"We should be there in about fifteen minutes." I look at him to see pain etched into his face. "Are you ok?" I ask worriedly. He blows out through his mouth and nods, leaning back into his seat.
"Yeah, my back's just killing me." He says, cupping his hands under his stomach.
"Do you want me to pull over so you can walk it off?" He shakes his head.
"I can wait, it's starting to ease off a bit." He look at me and rolls his eyes. "Watch the road old man." I chuckle lightly and turn my head to look back onto the road.
I'm worried about Dean. He's trying to put on this brave face but I know that he's worried as hell about his kids and uncomfortable from being in a car all day. He's been having those Braxton thingy's on and off for a while and his back is acting up….just…the kid needs a break for once in his life, and he's never had one since he was four years old.
"Thank god!" he sighs in relief at the sight of the cabin ahead of us, and I cant help but feel somewhat relieved either. John and Sam are already getting out of their car as we park next to them, John opening the trunk to grab their bags. I pull the key out of the ignition to see Dean looking into the back of the van.
"Dean?" He turns to look at me and gives me a small smile.
"When we leave this place they're gonna be back there Bobby." I look back there with him and a smile makes its way onto my lips.
"Hold onto that thought Dean; when you feel scared or sad just remember that they're gonna be back there when we go back home." His smile widens and my heart tightens with joy. A nock on the window brings us from our moment of bliss.
"Come on you two, there's a sofa in there with Deans name on it." John says with a grin, then walks towards the front door. I squeeze Deans shoulder to get his attention.
"Well you heard the man kid, go waddle on in there." He laughs and shakes his head.
"Yeah yeah." He goes to open his door but his hand stops midair; a serious expression making it's way onto his face. He hisses slightly while grabbing onto his swollen stomach.
"Son?" I place my hand on his shoulder. He shakes his head a few moments later while rubbing his stomach.
"Braxton hicks." He says.
"You sure?" he nods.
"Don't worry about it Bobby, I'll be fine once I'm laying down." I nod, letting go of his shoulder and getting out of the van.
"Hey what took you guys so long?" John asks once we're inside, Dean immediately waddling towards the sofa and lowering himself down onto it.
"Nothing." Dean say. "Nice place."
The cabin is owned by this wealthy hunting couple that uses it for vacations. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a huge ass kitchen and large living room with deer heads all over the walls. It's a good place for Dean to stay for the duration of his pregnancy, but also the best place to hide due to its secluded location.
"Well you'll get to enjoy it for a while Dean." John says, going through one of the bags on the dining room table.
"Hopefully." Dean says, patting his stomach lightly while laying on his side. "These three could make an appearance at any time." He stuffs one of the accent pillows from the couch under his stomach. "I love this couch." He says with a relaxed breath, falling asleep a few moments later.
"He must be really tired." John states with guilty eyes.
"You think?" I walk into the kitchen to look through the cabinets to see what there is.
"How is he?" John asks, leaning on one of the counters.
"He's been having back aches and Braxton hicks all day." He winces in sympathy. We're both silent for the next few minutes as I make a list of all the food we'll be needing for the next few days.
"Bobby." John says, and look up at him from my list. "Um…"
"Spit it out Johnny."
"What's he been like?" he asks, and I narrow my eyes in confusion. "He doesn't trust me, and I don't really blame him. I know he talks to you all the time and I just wanna know what he's been like while pregnant…I missed out on most of it."
"And that was your own damn fault." He bites his lip nervously.
"I know that…Just…I don't know what he wants to name his kids, I don't know what he craves, I don't know…" I look at him for a moment and my eyes widen slightly.
"You heard our conversation the other night didn't you?" I ask and he nods. I start to feel guilt, but then a thought hits me. The bastard hasn't been there for his son when he needed him most; he needs a reality check. "I'm not telling you what he's planning on naming the kids because I don't even know; I know a few first names that he's thinking about but that's it." I look down at the list to write something down. "As for cravings he's been craving chocolate ice cream, and sun chips with ranch dressing." I put the pen down and straighten up. "You know-"
"Bobby." Deans voice comes from the living room, and I rush out of the kitchen to get to him. Once I get into the living room I see him in a sitting position. "Can you help me up?" he asks. "I'm stuck." He says, rubbing the side of his stomach with one hand and holding the other out for me to grab. I step up to him and pull him to his feet.
"You ok?" I ask once he's stable.
"I just need to walk around for a bit." I nod in understanding.
"Why don't you go explore the cabin for a little bit? We'll be in the kitchen when you're done." He gives me a small smile of thanks then walks off down the hallway. I turn around to see John standing in the kitchen doorway, leaning up against the doorjamb with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Thanks." He says, and I raise my eyebrow in confusion.
"What?" he huffs, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Just…thank you for being there when I wasn't." he says, and I can tell that it's hard for him to admit that I've been being a better father figure than he has been.
"I love the kid like my own son John, there's no need to thank me." We're left standing there silently for a few minutes only to be saved by Sam. He crutches himself towards us with wet hair, looking more relaxed than he did earlier.
"Hey." He stops in front of me, leaning heavily on his right crutch. "What's going on?"
"Nothing, just making a grocery list; is there anything you want?"
"Well what do you have on there so far." He asks and we all walk back into the kitchen to think over what to buy. Dean walks in a few minutes later holding his back.
"You feeling better Dean?" I ask and he shrugs.
"Not really." He stands at the end of the counter. "Do you have ice cream on there?" I roll my eyes.
"Of course I do, I don't want you to kill me in my sleep." John laughs and Sam just rolls his eyes.
"Well I…" Dean trails off, holding his breath for a second with a confused look on his face. "Oh god." He groans in pain, grabbing onto the counter with one hand and cupping his stomach with the other, leaning forward.
"Dean?" I drop the pen in my hand and rush to his side, grabbing onto his shoulders to help support his body weight.
"It burns!" he groans, leaning more heavily into the counter.
"Son what's wrong?" John asks coming to Deans other side.
"It feels like something tearing…Fuck!" Dean cries and the next thing I hear is a splat of water hitting the floor. I look down to the floor to see a puddle of clear liquid around Deans feet, and as my eyes travel upwards I see a growing wet spot on Deans pants…oh shit!
END OF CHAPTER 18! MUAHAHAHA! So what did you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Please let me know! and don't worry, I wont make you guys wait toooooo long for the next update:)