I know I haven't written this in years, but I've been inspired in the last few weeks to write again and I'm hoping to keep up from here, so if you're still reading this story then thank you for giving it a shot again. Obviously I've changed in the last few years so I hope I can still keep you interested. Write on!
Dean, Sam and Jocelyn sat in the doctor's office completely floored by the knowledge the four months they thought they had was now gone and soon they would be adding a little boy to their messed up family. Jocelyn stared at the grainy black and white picture on the ultrasound screen, the sound of his tiny heartbeat sounding out through the small speakers. Her heart clenched in her chest, a lump forming in her throat as she watched, fear and joy mixed in equal parts flowed through her body. There on that screen was her baby, their baby, nestled so comfortably in her womb oblivious to the world outsider her warm body. Sam clasped her hand loosely, looking at her, his eyes reflecting the anxiety he obviously felt, she squeezed his hand and smiled at him.
"I guess we have less time than we thought to find a name." she joked then turned to the doctor. "So what was the pain I felt?"
"Ah, yes. I almost forgot. I don't see anything physically wrong with your baby, he seems perfectly healthy and the surrounding tissues seem to be fine, your blood pressure is normal as well as blood results so the only conclusion I can come to is that you were suffering from Braxton Hicks contractions." He said with a smile.
"What are those?" Sam said, looking at the ultrasound.
"A kind of false contraction, her body is preparing for the real thing."
"Doctor, can we have a few moments?" Dean asked.
"Of course." The doctor shuffled out of the room and shut the door with a resolute click.
"We need to get you to Bobby's."
"Why?" she replied.
"Because in less than a month you're going to be giving birth to my nephew and I would rather he have a room to stay in and because Bobby's is a little more secure than a hotel room." He said, his protective instinct kicking in.
"I agree with Dean, getting you somewhere we can keep you safe when the baby comes is a good idea."
"Are we even going to talk about the fact that the baby is almost fully grown in five months flat?" she asked, her voice tinged with sarcasm.
"That's the other reason, I'd like to do some research and Bobby has a better selection of books."
"I guess I don't really have a choice in the matter." She said.
"Nope." Dean grinned.
Jocelyn smiled back. "Alright, so let's get going I guess."
Getting out of the hospital with a list of various things she had to do to get ready for the baby's birth was the easiest part of the equation, getting everything repacked and getting on the road to Bobby's was the hardest. Packing away all the baby knick-knacks into the rather small car took over an hour due to the fact that the car didn't exactly have the trunk space for it all. They were on the road and heading to South Dakota two hours later, Jocelyn in the backseat comfortably padded with a soft blue comforter than Dean had bought for her while the boys sat in the front arguing about directions to Bobby's. She was fast asleep with a small smile on her face and her hands stroking her swollen stomach.
"She's asleep." Sam said.
"Good, she needs the rest."
"What are we going to do?"
"I don't know, I'm not exactly an expert on pregnancy and birth."
"I meant about the fact that she's already nine months pregnant when the…." He hesitated. "…event happened only a few months ago."
Dean looked at Sam, his face a mask of concern. "I don't know."
"You don't think…."
"No. Not now, not with her in the car."
"Dean, we can't just ignore that this baby's conception was not exactly normal."
"Sam, seriously."
Sam huffed, absent-mindedly pushing the hair from his face. "I'm just worried, that's all."
"I know you are, and so am I." Dean gripped the steering wheel.
Sam rested his head on the window, his mind racing with thoughts that all led back to the child growing within her womb and felt ill at ease with recent events.
They arrived at Bobby's early the next morning, everyone in the car groaning as they pulled up to the ramshackle little house that was practically surrounded with old junk cars. Bobby stood at the screen door, a shotgun in his hands cocked and loaded until he noticed the car and who was driving said vehicle, placing the shotgun nearby he opened the screen door with a squeal. Dean stepped out of the dusty impala first, resting his arms on the door as he spoke.
"Hey Bobby." He said with a boyish grin.
"Boys." He replied gruffly. "Where's Joce?"
"Backseat." Sam replied getting out the vehicle.
"Right here!" She replied at the same time as Sam.
Sam pulled the passenger seat forward to let her out, giving her a hand as her stomach often made it difficult to fit through the space. Bobby's eyes widened as he took in the small woman dressed in a loose summer dress, his gaze resting on her stomach.
"Surprise." Dean said lamely.
Sam winced and placed a hand on Jocelyn's hip to guide her into Bobby's home, the older man still staring at her with a mix of confusion and surprise. The four shuffled into the house and made their way to the small kitchen, Jocelyn sitting at the beat up table while Sam prepared her a glass of water and Dean leaned against the counter with a brown beer bottle in his hand. Bobby stood in the doorway and waited for the three to speak.
"We should have called." Jocelyn started.
"That would have been a good start." He said.
"We wanted to tell you, but with everything going on…." Sam said, averting his gaze as he placed the tall glass in front of Jocelyn.
"You were afraid I would be upset?" Bobby guessed.
"Yeah."
"So… is it a boy or a girl?"
"Boy." Jocelyn replied.
"That's….great."
"Yeah, kind of what we thought." Dean said. "It's grown on us."
"On us? More like in me."
Dean made a face at Jocelyn, sticking out his tongue as to show what he thought of her rather snarky comment.
"I'm assuming it's Sam's."
Sam blushed. "Yes, sir."
"Have you told your father yet?"
"No, sir. You're the only other person who knows." Dean spoke before lifting the bottle to his lips.
"Been to a doctor?"
"Just came from one."
"Anything out of the ordinary?"
"Besides the fact that the doctor told me that I'm actually nine months pregnant? Nah."
Bobby frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"We don't know. Kinda why we came here."
"You think I have the answers?"
Dean and Sam looked sheepish. "We were hoping."
Bobby sighed. "Alright, let's get you and little one set up in the guest room." He gestured to Jocelyn. "You two start hitting the books."
"Yes, sir."
Bobby strode across the room to Jocelyn, his boots thumping loudly on the vinyl flooring before helping her to her feet and leading her up a flight of stairs to the guest room.
"Bobby?"
"Yea?"
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
A small smile played on his gruff face. "Idgit."
She followed him as fast as she possibly could considering the waddle she was rocking until she came to the small bedroom, looking inside she found it sparsely furnished but serviceable. The room was filled with beaten up but sturdy looking furniture including a full sized bed, dresser and a small desk and chair. The bed looked heavenly after a day's worth of driving with a quilted coverlet in shades of blue and white and two soft looking pillows under a north facing window.
"I'll bring the rest of your things up, get some rest."
"Thank you." She replied.
Bobby didn't reply and instead walked back down the hall to the stairs, left alone to her own devices Jocelyn walked to the desk where a pile of blank white paper and a cheap pen lay on the surface. Running her hands over the surface she found it to be smooth as though it had been recently sanded, and had a dark cherry color to it. The chair was matching, smooth and dark but decorated with a pillow placed upright against the back of the chair. She imagined this was for comfort as sitting on a wooden chair would start to hurt after a while.
"I figured you might want a change of clothes before you take a nap." Sam said quietly, lightly rapping on the door.
Jocelyn turned to him and smiled. "Yes, thanks."
Sam stepped into the room, placing a small bundle of clothes on the dresser next to the door while watching her. "You need anything else?"
Waddling over to him she placed her fingers on his bare arm, feeling the coarseness of the hair there over the soft skin she knew was underneath. Standing on tip toes she looked up at him.
"How about a kiss?" she asked softly.
"A kiss?" He replied.
"Just a little one."
Sam clasped her hand in his own and seemed to pull away. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Please, Sam, I need a little reassurance." She said with a smile.
Sam looked away from her for a moment and sighed softly. "That smile is going to be the death of me."
Jocelyn placed her other hand on the curve of his cheek, closing her eyes she turned his face towards her and placed a small kiss on his soft lips, then wrapped her arms around his middle and hugged him. The hug was awkward at first due to her size but felt warm and was almost too much for him to handle, he briefly hugged her back before placing his hands on her slender shoulders and pushing her away.
"Get some rest, I'll check on you in a few hours."
"Yes, sir!" She said, giving him a salute.
Sam shook his head and left the room with a smile. Wasting no time she stripped the loose dress over her head and tossed in at the foot of the bed, the plain white cotton bra joining in pretty soon after. Turning to the dresser she pulled the bundle apart, located her maternity nightgown and unfolded the dark green cotton garment with a scoff of displeasure. As comfortable as the gowns were, the color and pattern schemes often irritated her. After dressing she walked over to the bed, sat down and looked out the window at the horizon, her hand on her belly.
"Everything is going to be alright, you hear me little Winchester?" She spoke, rubbing the cotton covered skin. "Your daddy and uncle are going to figure it all out. And maybe even convince Bobby to be one of your grandparents, wouldn't that be nice?"
When she woke up from her nap it was afternoon, outside the sun glinted off chrome on junky old cars and a dog barked at the sounds of cicadas buzzing. She smiled briefly, still lying on the surprisingly comfortable bed. She rubbed her stomach as a fluttering sensation tickled within, the baby shifted within her before quieting once more, and she found that soon she would to leave the comfort of the bed for the bathroom she had noticed across the hall. For now though, the contentment and quiet was soothing and she was loath to leave it for the tension she knew was downstairs with the men. With a sigh she pushed up from the bed and walked awkwardly to the bathroom.
After cleaning herself up a bit Jocelyn walked down the stairs as carefully as she possibly could and made her way to the kitchen where Dean and Sam were sitting, books haphazardly stacked around them like a barrier.
"Working hard?" she asked going to the cabinet for a glass.
"Yeah."
"Anything in particular?"
"Not really."
Jocelyn stared at them. "Oh really."
"Yup." Dean looked up from the book and smiled. "Nothing to worry about, just doing some light reading, gotta stay sharp."
"Light reading…" she scoffed. "You think I was born yesterday?"
"Eh, leave em alone. They're just doing some research for me."
"Okay…" she said, suspicion evident in her voice.
"So, how far along exactly are you?"
"Six months in chronological time, nine in baby time apparently."
"What does that mean?"
"No idea." She replied taking a sip of water she had gotten from the faucet.
"So which is it?"
"According to the doctor? He could be coming any day now."
"Jesus." Bobby paused, as though he didn't know what to say next. "Got any names?"
"Not yet, I can't get Sam to cooperate with me."
"Well… Robert is always a good strong name." He said, a slight blush going across his cheeks.
Jocelyn smiled. "Actually, that's not a bad name at all."
"Or John." Dean replied.
"So we're going with family names?" She asked.
"Don't see why not."
"Sam?"
"That's fine."
"Don't sound so thrilled." She sniped at Sam.