Authors note: Hey Everyone! Ok so this is the last normal chapter, then there will be an epilogue. And people, THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL! I will get the first chapter of that one up within two weeks of ending this story. If you guys want I can put an authors note chapter up on this story to let you guys know that the sequel is up. Let me know what you guys want :)
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So without further ado here is the next chapter!
P.S. In the epilogue chapter I will give you guys a little sneak-peek of the first chapter of the sequel, and let me tell you guys…I think you'll like what you read :)
Chapter 24. Away But Still Family. Dean's Pov.
"So Robert, Elliot." I grunt as I bring myself up briefly, tickling their little pudgy stomachs as I bring myself back onto my back; just completing my two hundredth sit-up. "You guys have" up "the natural Winchester charm" down "but when you guys" up "are older" tickle, down "you gotta work hard" up "to keep the awesome Winchester bod." Down. "You gotta impress the ladies." Up, and I pause… "or men..." I put my hands out towards them and they both grab onto one of my fingers. "You guys can be whoever you wanna be, ok?" I look into their eyes and smile at their somewhat serious faces; it's like their listening to every word I'm saying.
"Oh my god, are they wearing little sweat bands?" I look over my shoulder to look up at Sam.
"Shut it." I glare and he barks out a laugh.
"What the hell dude? When did you turn into one of those parents that dress their kids in little costumes for special occasions?"
"Hey Dad bought these as a joke last week when me and the boys went with him to get new crib guards." I jiggle their hands slightly. "I work out daily with the boys so he thought it would be funny if they wore work out gear." He rolls his eyes.
"You're not over working yourself are you?" he asks somewhat worriedly and I sigh.
"Sam I look like I'm pregnant even though I had these little guys four months ago." I say, pulling my hand away from Elliot as I rub my stomach lightly. He groans.
"Dean you were pregnant with multiples dude! No one expects you to look like a sex god anytime soon." I shake my head and layback down on the ground, looking up at the cloudy sky. "And hey, you look like your five months pregnant with one kid instead of what you were before you had these two so-" I cut his nervous babbling off.
"Don't you have some more packing to do Sam?" he sighs sadly and nods. "Get back to it, Dad wanted you two to leave before one." He looks at the kids for a moment before nodding again.
"I'll be back in a little bit." He walks towards the house and I sigh, covering my face with my hand.
Dad and Sam are gonna be leaving in like, twenty minutes, and then it's just gonna be me, Bobby and the boys. I know that Dad said they'd only be going on one, quick, hunt in Virginia, but I don't really trust him. Right now, right this very moment, he's planning on just going on the one hunt, but after he finishes that he's gonna find another one; that's how it always happens.
And it's not that I have a problem with it just being me and Bobby, hell I came to him for help in the first place, it's just that…since the boys were born I've had Dad and Bobby (and Sam sometimes) if I ever needed help…it's gonna be weird with it being just me and Bobby with the boys.
"Hey Son." I uncover my eyes to see Bobby walking up to me. "You and the boys getting a workout?" he asks jokingly, slowly sitting down on the ground next to me.
"God can everyone just stop mocking me on how I decide to dress my sons?" I groan and he laughs, hard.
"Hey I'm not mocking you, they look adorable." He says, reaching forward to tickle both of their pudgy stomachs. "So, how ya doing?" he asks and I sigh, shrugging my shoulders before sitting up.
"I don't know." He nods.
"Well how about you and Sam? You two seemed fine this morning so I'm guessing you two talked about stuff last night?" I shrug again.
"I mean we talked, and we both agreed that he was an ass." Bobby chuckles. "I guess we're gonna try to become more brotherly" He looks me right in the eye.
"How do you feel about that?" I roll my eyes.
"What are you my therapist?" he barks a laugh.
"Boy if I was your therapist I'd be a millionaire by now."
"Hey that's just mean man; I was pregnant, you can't put hormonal outbursts against me." He rolls his eyes.
"Dean you're getting us off topic." He gives me a pointed look. "You brother and your daddy are gonna be leaving in about…" he trails off, looking at his watch, "fifteen minutes; you gotta have something to say about that." I shrug my shoulders.
"What do you want me to say? That I'm pissed that dad's gonna keep hunting even after all his 'oh once the bastards dead we'll have a normal life' bullshit? That right when Sam and me are finally starting to get past what happened that he's gonna go hunting with Dad? I'm kinda angry Bobby, but there's nothing I can do about it; and it's not fair for me to expect them to stay here." Robert starts to make small, whimpering, noises. "Hey what's wrong buddy?" I ask gently, reaching forward to take him out of his carrier. I cradle him in my arms and rock him from side to side to calm him down. "Can we talk about this later?" I ask and he sighs.
"I know you too well boy, and when you say 'later' you really mean 'never." I stay silent for a moment, looking into Roberts's eyes before shrugging.
"Dad said that he and Sam will come right back after this…but knowing them…" I trail off.
"Knowing them they'll find other stuff to do and leave permanently." Bobby finishes for me, and I nod.
"I know my dad, like, wants to be here for me and my kids, but something's gonna happen and then he's gonna just, be gone." Bobby stays silent for a few moments.
"I don't know what to tell you Dean." He starts, reaching out to hold Elliot's little hand. "I think it's stupid that Sam and John are hunting right now, and believe me, they know I'm against them doing this, but there's nothing you or me can do to stop them."
"It's not like I thought my Dad would stop hunting completely, I just thought he'd wait a little bit longer or hell, just hunt locally, not the full on hunting thing again." Bobby opens his mouth to say something, but quickly closes his mouth when the door to the house swings open.
"Hey Son!" Dad yells with a smile on his face; hurrying over towards us and setting his duffle bag down. "I see you're making good use of those sweatbands I bought the boys." He says with a smile, squatting down next to me.
"Yeah." I answer as he reaches to touch the top of Roberts head. "Are you and Sam ready to go?" He nods.
"We're all packed up, Sam just has to get his lazy ass down here."
"Are you sure it's a good idea for you two to be hunting again? I mean Sam's leg and everything…" I trail off.
"This is going to be any easy hunt; it'll be good for him to get back into the swing of things." The front door opens again to reveal Sam carrying three bags. "You ready Sam!?" Dad asks, turning to look over his shoulder.
"Yeah! Just let me put these in the trunk!" Sam yells back. Dad grabs his duffle bag and stands up, walking over to the truck to help Sam pack up. I sigh and turn to look at Bobby.
"You ready son?" he asks and I nod, shifting Robert to my left art so I can cradle Eliot in my right.
"Could you hand me Elliot?" I ask as I stand up and he nods, gently grabbing Eliot.
"Here you go." He says as he stand up, placing Elliot into my waiting arm and smiling. "God it feels nice to have life in this old house again." He says with a small smile.
"Well enjoy it while you can; I'm gonna start fixing the dump up next weekend." He rolls his eyes.
"Don't call your house a dump." He says as we walk over towards the truck. "It's not that bad."
"Hey I'm not complaining; that builder said everything was stable and up to code, the house just needs a little fixing up." We reach Sam and Dad as we finish our conversation.
"There are my grandsons!" Dad says as he slams the trunk to his Truck shut, a big smile of his face. He walks over to me and bends down to his the tops of their heads. "God I'm gonna miss these little guys." Then don't leave I think to myself as I force a smile onto my face.
"They're gonna miss you to, I mean who's gonna watch football with them?" I ask jokingly and he laughs.
"There's gonna be a game next weekend; we'll go all out to make up for missing this week." He pulls me into a light hug, being mindful of the babies in my arms. "We'll be back as soon as we can." He whispers in my ear as he pulls away and I nod, not wanting to say anything out loud.
"It's gonna be weird hunting without you man." Sam says as he walks up towards me, tickling my son's pudgy stomachs.
"You hunted without me for a couple months man." I say and he shrugs.
"It still felt weird, I mean it's like our roles have been reversed or something; you're the one going away from hunting and I'm the one all gun hoe killing evil sons-of-bitches."
"I'm still a hunter man; I might be settling down but I'm still gonna do shit." He gives me a questioning look. "I'll do research for other hunters and do local salt and burns and stuff, I'll be a younger, hotter, version of Bobby." He laughs as Bobby grumbles next to me.
"Watch yourself Son." He says with a glare, and Dad barks out a laugh.
"Well we better head out." Dad says after he calms down. "We'll call you when we stop." He says, looking at me silently for a few moments before turning around to walk to the drivers seat of his truck.
"Bobby, take Robert." I say as I hand him the sleepy baby. "Come here dude." I walk up to Sam and pull him into a bone crushing one armed hug. "Don't get yourself killed ok." He chuckles as he hugs me back.
"I know that you'd bring me back just to kick my ass if I did." I snort as he pulls away.
"Damn straight.
"Bye Son." Bobby says, pulling him into a one armed hug. "Make sure your daddy doesn't get too carried away with the hunt." Sam rolls his eyes.
"Like that's even possible." He looks towards me for a moment. "I'll call you later ok?" I nod.
"You better." He smiles before walking to the passenger side door.
"We'll be seeing you next weekend!" Dad calls as he starts the engine and I nod. I wave to them as they drive out of the junkyard, and I drop my arm to my side as they drive out of sight. I sigh.
"Well; I guess it's just gonna be the four of us." Bobby grabs onto my shoulder and gives it a gentle squeeze.
"Remember that it's the four of us, and not just the three of you ok?" I look towards him and nod.
"Yeah."
END OF CHAPTER! I hope you guys liked it :) The next chapter will be the epilogue to of this story and kind of lead into the sequel.
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