98: Doubt

First thing they had to do was calm the hell down. A positive pregnancy test didn't mean anything, not really. Two of them meant something, and it had been annoying and cute because Dean was the one who insisted on her taking the second. He gotten the 'spare' from the pack of two she had bought, given it to her right after she had woken up via his obnoxious imitation of an alarm clock, and then waited outside the bathroom door while she peed on it. Jane had nearly thrown it in his face, she was that irritated.

Second thing they had to do was calm the hell down, still. She had called the OB Angie had recommended, trying not to laugh at her friend's obvious glee over the contents of that phone call. Based on her last period, they were figuring about five weeks roughly, which meant they wouldn't see her for another five weeks. That was a lot time to wait for actual confirmation.

"We should call Bobby."

"We are not calling Bobby, Dean."

"He'd want to know."

"We can tell him after we know for sure, and after twelve weeks."

"That's in seven weeks, that is way too long, sweetheart." Dean was doing the mental math. They were now into their third week of November. Her appointment would be around the ass end of December, and apparently they couldn't tell Bobby until January. He would have loved to share this news with Sam, he could only imagine how Sam would have reacted. Sam would have been thrilled… and Dean felt his lips pulling up into a smile, a bittersweet one.

"Hey…" Jane caught that smile, that faraway look in her husband's eyes and knew where his thoughts had led him. She didn't know what to say, because the obvious platitudes of 'he'd be happy' or 'he's watching out' did not apply. Sam was in a cage, with Lucifer, in Hell. Sam didn't give two shakes of a rat's tail whether or not Dean was having a baby, or if they were happy. Sam was probably suffering… and she had just depressed herself.

"You too, huh?"

"Me too."


"I got her."

Angie and Jane both turned from their respective places in Angie's kitchen to watch as Dean headed for Samantha, who was now crying. Angie grinned broadly, watching as Landon fluttered after Dean, both men now hovering over the baby. "He's, uh, pretty gung-ho about this, isn't he?"

"You have no idea." Jane snorted, turning back to the turkey she was supposed to be stuffing. "We haven't even known all that long and he's already littering my house with baby magazines." Which, she found to be charming. Dean was going to wear himself out on the notion about having a baby long before they actually found anything out about said baby.

"I think he'll do great with his own. He's taken a shine to Sam."

"He has." She agreed, stepping away from the bird, eyeballing it and then her hands. They definitely needed washed. "Three hours."

"Yeah, I know, I cook too." Angie teased, swooping in with her own clean hands and finishing up. "Plenty of time for us to go enjoy ourselves with… football." Football would be on the television all day long, what joy.

"I brought cards, and wine."

"Oh thank God."


By the end of the day, Angie, Jane, and Samantha were the only ones awake. Landon had passed out in his recliner, beer in hand, while Dean was sprawled on the couch. The women sat in the kitchen, Samantha in her bouncer on the floor, placed near Angie. Dishes were done, food was put away, and they were enjoying their wine, only one glass for Jane. And an extra slice of the pumpkin pie, the pie Jane had had to hide because Dean and his unnatural obsession with the dessert.

"All that cheering must have worn them out." Angie commented dryly, staring out at their husbands and shook her head. "I swear to God, I have never seen someone eat as much as Dean. Where is he storing it?"

"Hell if I know." Jane snorted, having wondered that many a time herself. She took a tiny sip from her 'wine glass', which was a Mason jar because Angie flat out said she was cheap. Totally fine with her, she could see the logic. The jars were multi-purpose, the glasses might just be pretty and used sparingly. "He's always been like that, and never gains an ounce." Sam had been the health conscious one, the one who exercised regularly. Dean's idea of eating healthy was grudgingly eating a side salad with his steak every now and again and sex was his exercise. "As long as I've known him, he eats like he's never getting another meal, and doesn't have anything to show for it."

"Not love handles at all?"

Jane felt a little bad that she was starting to grin, shaking her head slightly. "No." Her husband was a delicious piece of eye candy, especially when that shirt was off. "Nary a one. I don't know whether to be jealous or happy."

"I'm jealous."


"I hate snow…" Jane stared grumbled, staring out the front window, a mug of coffee in hand as she watched Dean shoveling the driveway. He looked way too cheerful for her liking, this absurd love of snow was beyond her. He was generally chipper these days anyway, and he had even gotten in the holiday spirit, something she hadn't been sure about. Considering this was their first Christmas without Sam, and Sam had never been big on Christmas to begin with… Dean was also fairly happy about the baby thing…

Which she was still on the fence about. She supposed it was because she didn't actually feel pregnant. She didn't have tender breasts, no morning sickness, nothing, it just felt normal. The idea of a mini-Winchester gave her the warm and fuzzies but at the same time, Jane just wasn't sure. She was chalking it up to the fact that prior to their 'retirement', the world as she had known it was constantly in danger, they were always surrounded by shit that should not exist, and she knew what lurked in the shadows. Was that really the kind of world she wanted to raise kids in? People who did it every day without knowing what happened behind the scenes seemed to get on just fine. But then again, she could all too easily remember some cases they had worked where children were the victims…

Enough, she mentally chided herself, glancing down and realizing her grip on her mug was getting dangerously tight. Christmas was coming, she didn't need to ruin the season with her worries and doubts.