AUTHORS NOTE: HEY PEOPLE! Ok so I just wanted to announce that I put up two mpreg stories on Livejournal; One is a one shot I did for the Prank Meme I did for the MpregWinchester Community called "Getting Huge"; and the other one is an original story I started called "The Man Across The Hall". Both of the stories are Mpreg Jensen. Later on in the summer I plan to put up a merman Dean story and a Deaf or Blind Jensen and an amputee Jensen story on the Livejournal account so look out for those people:)
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Chapter 22. Be Strong. Bobby's Pov. One Month Later
"Dean." John says carefully, little Robert drinking milk in his arms.
"Hmm?" Dean mumbles, not taking his eyes off of the baby in his arms. I look John in the eye to give him a warning look from across the kitchen table; don't blow this. He nods his head and continues.
"Bobby was telling me that he was going into town today to pick up a few things at the store." He starts off, watching what he says. Dean smiles down at Elliot as he finishes up his bottle then look up to his Father. "And we thought maybe you could go with him, just so you don't go completely stir crazy here."
"I'm about to put the boys down for a nap." He answers and I sigh.
"Dean, your Daddy means for you to go with me while he watches the kids." Deans eyes shoot to me and I look down at the coffee mug in my hands.
"No." He says.
It's been a month since the boys were born and everything has been tense. Dean's world has revolved around two things: his boys and for the last week or so getting back into shape since he got the ok from his doctor; he doesn't leave the house, he doesn't talk to anyone unless it involves his sons, he even moved into the nursery so he can be with them at every hour of the day and when the boys are sleeping he exercises to get rid of the baby weight. He's wearing himself out and I'm just waiting for him to snap.
"Dean you need to get out of the house for a little bit, get some fresh air." John says, placing Robert into the little baby carrier next to his chair. "You can be away from your kids for an hour or two, I mean I was away from you and Sam a lot when you were growing up."
"Yeah and look how we turned out." Dean bites, shocking both me and John. After a few seconds Dean processes what he said and his head shoots up. "Shit Dad I'm sorry." Dean looks at John with regret filled eyes. "I didn't mean that." John gives Dean a small, sad, smile.
"No Dean it's true, and I regret what I did in the past. But you need to leave the house for a little bit to have some human interaction." He reaches for his coffee. "There's a game on this afternoon and me and the boys are gonna watch it." He smiles. "Have a little grandpa grandson time."
"But-" I cut Dean off.
"Dean you aren't yourself anymore, we're just asking that you leave the house for an hour."
He looks over at Robert and touches the top of his head, rubbing the hair there gently. He smiles at the child when he gurgles happily then looks up at John.
"I don't know...I mean I haven't been away from them…." He trails off, nervousness entering his eyes.
"Dean." I say, leaning forward. "We'll only be gone for an hour I promise you; we'll go to the store, grab the stuff we need, buy it, then stop at the gas station on the way home. I can get us back home in forty five minutes tops." He looks between me and John and sighs.
"You two aren't going to let this go are you?" he asks.
"Nope." Me and John say together. Dean groans.
"Fine; just give me five minutes." He stands up from his chair and walks over to me. "Can you take Elliot for me?" He asks, bouncing the baby in his arms gently. I nod and hold out my arms.
"Hey little guy." I say with a smile as he's placed into my arms.
"I've got those rocker things in the living room, just go put them in there and they'll be out like a light." Dean says before walking out of the kitchen.
"Jesus." John mumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Yeah well think about it, if Sam was here Dean would have down right refused to go; thank god he's at physical therapy." John nods his head and stands up while grabbing Roberts's carrier.
"Let's get Prince Elliot and Prince Robby ready for their nap." He says as he grabs Elliot's empty carrier with a tired smile and I smile back, standing up.
Dean and Sam….well they definitely aren't the same brothers they were before everything happened. Sam messed up big time, and now Dean doesn't trust him around his kids unsupervised. At first he refused to let Sam touch his sons, but in after four days of being woken up at two in the morning to be fed Dean caved in desperation; unable to attend both hungry babies at once.
"Here you go son." I mumble to myself as I set Elliot down in his carrier that's attached to the rocker, pressing the button so it sways forward and back at a slow, soothing, pace.
"So are you going to try and get Dean to talk while he's out?" John asks, plopping down onto the couch. I nod.
"Hopefully I can get him out of his funk." I hear a door close upstairs and a moment later Dean is walking towards us in a pair of jeans and a sweat shirt.
"Hey you guys." He says quietly; crouching down in front of his babies. He touches both of their hands gently and he smiles sadly. "Daddy's gotta go for a little bit..."He trails off, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Dad I-" John cuts him off.
"You need to leave the house for a bit son, this isn't healthy." John says carefully. Dean nods a moment later and stands up.
"I'll be back soon." Dean says in a forced happy voice to his sons. "I'll get you guys the good stuff while I'm out." I chuckle.
"These two are gonna be puréed peach junkies at the rate their eating that stuff."
"He's probably just getting them ready for pie." John says and a tired smile makes its way onto Dean face.
"Damn straight." I pull the keys out of my pant pocket and rattle them.
"You ready to go?" I ask Dean and he nods with a somewhat grim look on his face we walk out the front door and towards the car.
"What if something goes wrong Bobby?" Dean asks as I start the car up. "What if they need me?"
"Your daddy knows how to handle those two, they'll be fine for an hour."
We ride to the store in awkward silence. I try to talk a couple times, but when I look over at him staring out the car window I know that anything I try to say will fall onto deaf ears; this is the first time he's left the house since they were born. When he had a doctor's appointment he had the hospital send a nurse to take out the staples in his stomach and he checked the babies over while he was there.
"So what do we need to get?" Dean asks as we walk into the store, crossing his arms over his chest protectively.
"Just the basics: milk, eggs, bread, some hamburger meat-"
"Diapers, baby food and formula." Dean says, cutting me off. I nod my head as I grab a basket and hand it to him.
"How about we split the list so we can go faster; you get the baby stuff and I get the rest? I'll meet you in the dairy section." He nods his head.
"Sure." He walks off towards the baby section of the store and I sigh.
"Balls." Great job getting him to open up Bobby.
I walk through the store, grabbing the things on my list and I make it to the dairy section five minutes later to find that Dean hasn't finished his shopping yet. I go to grab the milk and eggs and a few minutes later Dean still doesn't show up. I let out a tired sigh, which I have been doing so much lately, and go off to find him.
I walk into the baby food aisle and spot Dean carefully picking out different types of food for his boys and my heart warms at the sight. Dean is the perfect father; no matter what goes on in his life he puts his sons first. He makes sure his sons are always happy, always comfortable, always have the best things…he wants his sons to have a perfect life compared to his fucked up one growing up.
"Hey son." He jerks back slightly and whips his head towards me.
"Oh hey Bobby." He puts two more jars of food into his basket and walks over to me. "Sorry I didn't realize I was taking so long." He says with a tires smile.
"It's fine Dean; you ready to go?" I ask and he nods. We walk up to the checkout area of the store and place out stuff on the counter. "Hi Tom, how are you doing?" I ask, and the owner of the store smiles.
"I'm good, how are things at the salvage yard?" he asks as he starts to ring up our purchases.
"Things are pretty busy." He nods his head in understanding. "Tom this is my nephew Dean." I say, squeezing Deans shoulder gently. Tom looks up.
"Oh is this the nephew that's been staying with you?" he asks with a smile.
"Yep." His smile grows.
"It's nice to finally meet you Dean; Bobby's talked about you a little bit." Dean looks at me questioningly.
"All good things I hope." Tom laughs.
"Don't worry son it was all good." He starts to ring up the baby items. "So how are your kids; you just had them recently right; Bobby told me about you being pregnant a while ago." I keep forgetting how good his damn memory is...
"Elliot and Robert are doing great." Dean says with a prideful smile on his face. Tom finishes ringing and bagging everything up with a confused look and hands Dean the bag with the eggs in it.
"Wait I thought Bobby said you were pregnant with triplets?" My body stiffens and I turn my head to see Dean drop the bag to the ground; a stricken look on his face that makes my heart break.
"Dean?" I try to grab onto him to keep him steady but he shakes his head.
"I'll be in the car." He states, then hurries out of the store.
"Bobby what did I say wrong?" Tom asks with a concerned look on his face.
"His little girl didn't make it."
"Oh god Bobby I'm so sorry." He says and I shake my head.
"You didn't know," I look towards the door, "I'll be back for these in a few minutes." I say slamming a fifty dollar bill onto the counter and rushing out after him. When I'm outside I see Dean on a bench outside the door, holding his head in his hands.
When he was in the hospital Dean demanded to see his little girl, and after a little bit a nurse brought the dead body into his room. He held onto that little girl's body and broke, saying how sorry he was for letting her down. He held her for thirty minutes before the nurse tried to take his baby girl away from him.
"NO!" He screamed, holding onto his little girl tighter. "Please just give me more time!" he pleads.
"Dean son you need to give her to the nurse." John says, trying to reason with him.
"Please!" he sobs.
"John for Christ sakes give him five more minutes." I say, not having the heart to tear Dean away from his little girl.
"Bobby it'll only be worse then."
"Dean." The nurse tries, coming closer. "It's time, please don't make me sedate you; don't you want to hold your sons again? Feed them for the first time today?" He looks into her eyes briefly before nodding. He kisses the cold head of his child and cries harder.
"I love you so much baby girl; I'm so sorry." The nurse takes her from his arms and I sit on the bed next to him; tears streaming down my own cheeks.
"I'm so sorry son." He throws himself into my arms for comfort and all I can do is hold on tight, wanting to take away the pain he's feeling.
"Dean." I sit down next to him and pull him into my arms. "It's going to be ok."
"I miss her so much." He sobs into my chest.
"Shh I know." I sooth, feeling my eyes start to burn. "I miss her to."
End of chapter! So what did you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Please let me know!
I originally planned for this chapter to end differently, but if I ended it like I originally planned this story would have only had one more chapter, so now this story will have 2 to 3 more chapters in it :)