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Title: Orders.
Author: bitchandjerk
Characters: Sam/Dean,John/Mary/OFC OMCs OFCs
Rating :R
Words:10,400/1,051,800
Warnings: Wincest
Summary: Anthony's dad gets out of prison and Dean takes care of him once and for all.
Notes:: AU, rest are here.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Feedback: Makes me hard
With only six weeks until Amy’s due date, Dean felt like it was high time he got started on making a quilt. He was only making one since he didn’t know how many babies they were having and he was making it in pink because he knew at least one of them was a girl. He refused to believe that they could have made it through four kids and not have their daughter. It was time for them and when she arrived she was going to have her very own quilt. Then Dean could head back to the attic and make one more or a few more depending on what happened in mid November when Amy delivered.
She had been quite adamant about a vaginal birth when she was pregnant with Ethan and Evan, but the doctors thought it was safer for all three of them if she had a cesarean. When she delivered Ollie she demanded to have him vaginally and handled it just fine. Sam and Dean were both expecting her to do it again with the new babies but she had informed them that she had talked to her doctor and when the new babies arrived they would come via cesarean.
That had Dean a little worried because he know she could probably deliver two babies naturally just fine, but if she had already planned a cesarean then he was pretty sure that meant that it was more than two and since it was them it was probably four. He was nervous, but still very excited because he loved his kids especially when they were babies.
Sam’s reaction to the news was pretty shocking to say the least. Amy called to talk to them and as soon as she hung up Sam broke down in tears and started talking about how his hormones were all out of whack. Dean found himself in a new and confusing position, suddenly he was the stable parents and poor Sam was just a wreck talking about how he felt fat and when he cried he wasn’t pretty.
Dean held his hand and talked to him in a reassuring tone of voice until he had enough and just tried his best to ignore it. When Amy was pregnant with Ethan and Evan he was too scared to get emotional, but now he was weeping constantly about every little thing. He sobbed when any of the kids, Michael included, did something cute or if Ollie pooped. He cried when they had sex because “it was just so beautiful.” He even cried while he fixed dinner because his babies were eventually going to be big enough to eat at the table and he couldn’t keep them tiny and helpless forever.
Everyone tried to talk to him and calm him down but no one could do it. John reminded him that they had raised four kids already and could do it again at which point Sam locked himself in the bathroom for a half hour. Carol told him that if they needed any help they were right next door and would come over. After that Sam locked himself in the office and listened to Billie Holiday while he weakly sang to himself. When Michael tried to comfort him Sam asked him to move out of the barn and into the house because he couldn’t handle one of his babies being so far away. They had all tried, but there was no way to deal with a hysterical pregnant woman who for some reason thought he wasn’t a very good pregnant daddy.
While they worked on the dollhouse he seemed to level out a little bit. He was still a little weepy as he stained tiny floor boards, but at least he wasn’t sobbing. Dean was going to take what he could get. John and Sam were working on it while Dean worked with Carol to figure out just what in the hell her mammoth machine did. It was intimidating and just a tiny bit scary but he knew he could tame it.
The quilt he made was very basic all in shades of pink fabric that was perfect for a little girl. It only took him a few hours to piece it together, but that was the easy part. All he was really doing was cutting and sewing straight and a sewing machine was a lot like a car with a pedal which he could handle. The hard part was getting it loaded on the long arm which was much bigger, heavier, and faster. Carol tried to explain it to him but he was just sort of lost. It had handles which she equated to a steering wheel that wouldn’t turn. She said the needle was like pencil and his quilt was the paper. All he had to do was draw and follow the motifs she had marked in a disappearing pen. Of course she had to mention that the marks would only be there for a week before they faded so not only was he working under pressure but he had a timeline as well.
When he pressed the start button the machine started beeping and he backed away from it right away because it sounded like a ticking time bomb. He had only used it once and that was when Carol was standing behind him and holding on. Using it by himself was more than a little terrifying, especially because he didn’t want to mess the quilt up. Still it was for one of their babies so he took a deep breath and approached it again.
All of Carol’s lines were visible, so all he had to do was figure out how to coordinate himself and it’s be just like tracing a line in a book which he was pretty sure he could do. He went very slowly which wasn’t how Carol did it at all. She sped along and keep the machine going as quickly as possible. For Dean she had set it on a manual mode so it was only stitching when he was moving the head around. That way he wouldn’t be creating big knots and breaking his shiny pink silk thread.
He made it about three inches into the motif before he veered off the line and stopped the machine to back away again. He had already screwed it up but Carol wasn’t worried since he had just barely missed it and once the pen disappeared no one would ever know.
“And then.” Sam cried. “Since it’s cool out today they had to wear their blazers.”
“I know, Sammy.” John said. “It’s okay.”
“And they looked like little people! My little babies off to school like big boys in their little blazers with pennies in their shoes!”
“Jesus.” Dean groaned.
“Shut up! You don’t know what it’s like! You don’t know how hard it is for me.”
“Really?” Dean asked. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one…”
“I want them to be home schooled!”
A little role reversal was healthy in any relationship, but Sam had taken his own version of Dean to the extreme. The closer they got to Amy’s due date the more he doubted his abilities as a father. He started to worrying about the kids getting molested or kidnapped by the cafeteria workers or the janitor, he even seemed concerned with Ollie not waking them up in the middle of the night which he had never done.
“Sammy, you need to calm down.”
“I’m just so sad.”
“Sam.” Carol said. “What are you really worried about?”
“I’m not a good daddy and my hormones…”
“You’re a great dad.” John told him. “You need to stop crying so much. I want you to be a big boy and stop being such a…”
“I’m sad!”
“Stop being a baby!” John yelled. “You’re almost thirty years old.”
“Oh God!”
“Listen.” Dean sighed. “I know you’re emotional because you’re pregnant, but you need to calm down. You’re a great dad, you’re still pretty and the kids are just fine.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Because they’re my kids and I’d never ever let anything happen to them. If you keep getting upset you’re going to make the kids…”
“The babies.”
“You’re going to make the babies upset.”
Ollie was technically the only baby in the house, but Sam had started to call Ethan and Evan baby a lot more often. He even called Mikey baby a few times which just confused them because they were big boys. Dean got why he was so emotional but he was bordering on the ridiculous.
“And maybe.” Dean said as he raised a finger. “Maybe if you can go the rest of the day without crying I’ll make a donation to your PSF.”
“Really?” Sam smiled. “You mean it?”
“Yes. I’ll put in a hundred dollars a day until the babies are born if you try to calm down.”
“I can do that.” Sam nodded. “For the greater good. I’m going to wash my face and check on Ollie. Maybe get some juice.”
“Okay.”
“Who’s my big boy?” John asked.
“It’s me.”
“Yeah, it is. You’re a big boy getting your juice all by yourself.”
After Sam left the attic all three of them sighed dramatically. Dean just wanted to get through the next few days because then Sam would be way too busy to cry. They had his photo shoot and interview, the premiere of The Bad Seeds, Michael’s party, the auction for the foundation and then their little vacation. Dean wasn’t even sure if Sam would be able to take a weekend away from the kids in his current state, but he was hoping they could go. After that it was Anthony and Nathan’s birthday and then countdown to baby.
“I want to slap him.”
“John.” Carol said as she shook her head. “Be nice.”
“I am being nice, I really want to punch him.” John sighed. “What’s the PSF?”
“Pretty shoe fund.” Dean said. “I set it up so he can buy some pretty shoes and make himself feel better. I’m really worried. He’s never like this.”
“Well.” Carol said. “He has sort of been the rational calm half of your equation through two pregnancies. If Amy is having a girl this might be your last babies and he’s letting it all out at once.”
“Kind of like when he was in the city?”
“Maybe.” Carol shrugged. “Just let him cry if he has to when you’re alone. Let him get it all out and just listen to his fears even if they are ridiculous.”
“Thanks, mom.”
Dean was glad he wasn’t looking at either of them when he said it. He was staring at the door and they didn’t get a chance to see him biting his lower lip. He hadn’t meant to call her mom, but it slipped out like it was bound to do from time to time.
“You called me mom.”
“Yeah.” Dean said as he turned towards her. “We kind of feel like…”
“I told her.” John nodded.
“It’s okay, Dean. Whatever is easier for you two is fine with us.”
“Who’s helping me quilt?”
“Carol is. I have no idea what this machine does.”
“Well, which one of you told me to listen just now?”
“We did.” Carol said. “That’s advice from a mother to a son, I’m telling you what she’ll tell Anthony in a few months when Bruce starts to freak out.”
When Sam made it back into the attic he had his juice box in one hand and a tiny little baby sized outfit in the other. It was something Dean bought before Ollie was even born, just a little pink outfit with a flower across the chest. It was for the daughter who already had tons of clothes and dresses that Sam felt inclined to dig out of the closet and bring up to the attic. He was crying again and mumbling something about how he really didn’t need any more shoes.
“Oh, Sammy.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Do you think maybe you’re having a hard time because you didn’t when she was pregnant with the punks and Ollie?”
“Maybe.”
“And now you have to let it all out at once?”
“Maybe.” Sam said again.
“So it’s my fault?” Dean asked.
“Uh huh.” Sam nodded. “I just love our babies so much and I want them here now.”
“They’re not ready yet. When they’re ready they’ll come out, I promise.” Dean said. “How about me and you take off for the rest of the day? We can go for a ride and go out to dinner. Dad and Carol can watch the kids, what about that?”
“Are you gonna try and have sex with me?” Sam whispered.
“Yes.” Dean sighed.
“Okay.”
“Okay, dad, do you mind watching the kids for the rest of the day?”
“No problem.”
“Carol?”
“Not at all, you two have a good time, and we can work on this quilt later.”
“Thanks. Now Sammy, where do you want to…”
When Anthony barged into the office Dean stopped talking right away. He had seen him pissed off before but he had a look of wild fury on his face. He was extremely upset about something and as soon as Dean took one look at him he knew they weren’t going anywhere.
Anthony rushed right past them and pulled John off his stool letting the pieces of the dollhouse he was working on fall to the ground. For just a second Dean was sure Anthony was finally going to get make out with him, but when he slammed him into the wall he realized how wrong he was.
Anthony was roughly the same size as Dean, just a little shorter and not as strong physically. His stomach was more defined but that was about it. Dean’s arms were bigger and more developed, but somehow Anthony managed to not only slam John into the wall, but he did it while pulling his feet off the ground. He slammed him hard, much harder than Sam would do when they got down to business.
Out of everyone John seemed like the least likely person Anthony would ever harm, but he was doing it right in front of them. He threw him into the wall so hard that John actually had to gasp for air since the wind had been knocked right out of him. He had him up on his toes pinning him against the wall with a handful of his shirt in his fist.
Sam had been so sullen the past few days, but he snapped right out of it to try and pull Anthony away. As soon as he got close Anthony pushed him with his free arm sending him backwards. That kind of strength was something Dean had seen before and if he didn’t know how protected the house was he would have been scrambling to make up a quick batch of holy water to deal with their possessed friend.
Sam fell backwards right into Carol who managed to plant her feet and stop both of them from slamming into the machine. He pushed hard and just kept panting while he stared into John’s eyes. Dean went forward next and unlike Sam he wasn’t going to approach with caution. He came in from the side and tried to pull Anthony’s hand away from John’s shirt but he had too good of a grip on it.
“Let him go.”
“No.”
“Anthony.” John said very calmly. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Anthony asked. “What’s wrong!”
“Just calm down.” Sam said as he walked back over. “Calm down and we can talk about whatever’s bothering you.”
“My dad’s out of jail. He just showed up at my house, walked right in, and threw his arms around me. He told me he loved me and he missed me and Nathan.”
Anthony’s father was bound to get out of jail eventually. Sam was surprised he had stayed in for as long as he had. When he turned himself in he refused to give any names and no one came forward but he still stayed in for a few years, years that weren’t long enough for what he had done.
“You’re a bastard.” Anthony told John. “You want to fuck with your kid’s heads, that’s fine, but you promised me, you promised me you’d keep me safe from him. You promised me that he’d never bother us again.”
“I’m…”
“Shut up. I don’t care how you do it, but you’re going to make this right. This is your fault. You’re going to fix this.”
“Why don’t you back off?” Dean said. “He’s got nothing to do with your dad getting out of jail.”
“Really?” Anthony laughed. “He thinks he spent the past few years in jail for robbing a liquor store. For some reason he forgot all about sticking his cock in my mouth every fucking day. He wants to spend time with us and get to know Bruce. He’s going to want to get to know my son.”
Sam knew the song that never ends and once again they were in the middle of the deal that never ends. Anthony had forgotten what his father did to him, at least the sexual abuse, but apparently Ray forgot everything he had done. Now he was just a bad father and not a monster.
Dean was very close to throwing a punch just to get Anthony off of John, but he lowered his hands and backed away because they’d have to handle their issues on their own. He was really worried because he saw no way for them to work it out short of dealing with Ray like Anthony had suggested.
“You said you’d be my dad.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t get adopted, I don’t get everything I…”Anthony paused. “I counted on you.”
When Anthony finally let him go he was crying. Dean was expecting him to just run back out, but he threw a punch first. They had taught him well and he did it perfectly right into the side of John’s jaw. His head knocked backwards into the wall before he slumped a little and lost his breath again. For the second time Dean was just glad his nose hadn’t gotten hit.
After that Anthony finally shook his head and walked out of the attic. He had dealt with everything that happened to him without a problem, but he had never been face to face with a real problem brought on by someone he loved as much as he loved John. Clearly that wasn’t the only thing bothering him either. He wouldn’t have brought up the adoption again unless it was something he was thinking about.
Dean didn’t think he was jealous of Michael, but it had to hurt to see someone welcomed into the family as a brother while he was just Anthony, not even uncle Anthony most of the time.
“Jesus Christ.” John said as he rubbed his jaw. “Where did he learn how to do that?”
“I showed him.” Dean said. “Sam, you go, we’ll stay with dad.”
“Okay.”
Sam nodded and then ran out of the attic. John’s lip was busted again, but Carol was on it in a second using a bottle of water and a paper towel they had from their painting. She dabbed at it while John sighed and just stared off at nothing. He had tried to do right for everyone and yet again it came back to bite him in the ass.
“You okay?” Carol asked.
“No.”
“It’s okay dad.” Dean said as he helped him up. “We’ll figure this out. He’ll be flirting with you again in no time.”
“No he won’t. I told him that night we got back from Hawaii. I promised him, Dean. I promised he’d never have to deal with his father again. Every time I try to make things right I just fuck ‘em up.”
“You keep trying.” Carol whispered. “That’s what makes you a good man. We’ll fix this.”
“I’m not killing his father.”
“No.” Dean said. “You’re not, none of us are. We’ll figured out what to do.”
“Daddy?” Ollie said over the baby monitor.
“Can I go get him?” John asked.
“Yeah.” Dean nodded. “Go ahead. He’ll probably need to be changed.”
“Okay.”
Dean watched John walk out of the attic looking just as defeated as he had when he left their house on Ollie’s birthday. He pretty sure Anthony would come around eventually, but until that happened, he was walking wounded.
“Did he say son?” Dean asked.
“Yeah.” Carol nodded. “He did.”
Anthony had walked to their house, but he was running back. He didn’t have much of a head start but it was enough that Sam couldn’t get to him fast enough. He wasn’t sure how they were going to deal with his father just that it could be done somehow. They were going to figure out how to make him remember and then he’d be back out of their lives again and Anthony wouldn’t be so upset.
When he got to the house he walked right in and found Bruce crying in the kitchen while he did the dishes. His cast was off, but he still had a cane and was going to have one for a while. His leg had healed up, but his hip was the problem. That was a bad break and he was still having trouble getting around.
“He’s in the nursery.”
“Okay.”
“You’re not allowed in there Sam, you know the rules.”
“I know.” Sam said. “Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not.”
“He called the baby his son.” Sam said as he walked over towards him. “Are you having a boy?”
“Yeah, we found out a couple of days ago. Just one, I would have like a few, you know, two maybe. Charlie, that’s what we’re still going with.”
“I like it.”
“I guess since you know you can go in there.”
“Okay.”
They had started work on the nursery about a week ago, probably when they found out they were having a son, and Anthony banned anyone outside the house from entering the room. He wanted to keep it a secret so everyone would be surprised but he was so upset with John that he let it slip.
Sam started to walk away when Bruce grabbed his wrist and finally looked at him. He was crying so hard which was something Sam never really saw before. He always managed to stay in control, but when Anthony was hurting he let loose.
“We didn’t ask for this.”
“I know.”
“Can you fix it?”
“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “We’ll figure something out.”
“Do you think uh.” Bruce smiled. “Do you think one of these days he’ll run to me instead of you?”
“He didn’t run to me, he hit dad and left to come home to you.”
“That’s what I was hoping. Go ahead, do your thing.”
Sam nodded again and left Bruce in the kitchen so he could talk to Anthony and see what kind of nursery he was making for his son. He expected the door to be locked, but it was just closed. Sam often wondered if Bruce had a problem with how close they were to Anthony and he had just gotten his answer. Luckily Sam could tell him the truth, Anthony hadn’t gone to their house to be comforted, he had gone because he was pissed off and wanted to tell John exactly what he thought of him.
As shitty as he felt Sam still smiled when he stepped into the room. All the white furniture was pushed against the wall and covered in plastic sheeting. The wall themselves were painted in blue colored stripes each in different widths and most impressive of all was the huge train Anthony was in the middle of painting. It was all very cute and something to be proud of which they both clearly were.
The only accessory in the room was the yo-yo Sam had bought for them. It was sitting on a shelf just waiting until one day when Charlie was old enough for Bruce to teach him a few tricks.
Anthony didn’t look up as Sam approached. He kept his eyes on the wall and kept on painting. It was mostly done and he was just filling in some freehand details with a tiny brush covered in blank paint.
“Did you draw this?” Sam asked as he sat next to him.
“Coloring book. Alex loaned us a projector and we traced it onto the wall.”
“It’s cute.”
“I was thinking like choo-choo, you know? Ollie says that sometimes.”
“And you’re having a boy?” Sam asked.
“Yep.” Anthony nodded. “We wanted it to be a surprise, but at least now you can spend a shit load of money on clothes for him.”
“I can’t wait. Do you want to tell me what happened?”
“He came over and hugged me, said he missed us. He doesn’t remember, Sam and now I have to think of a reason why he’s not in our lives. I think he’s under the impression he just made a mistake by robbing a liquor store. I can’t have him around my son. He wanted me, I know he wanted Nathan and he’s all grown up now. He’ll want Charlie.”
“Okay, listen, here’s what we’ll do. Carol remembered no problem, we can make him remember. I mean the kids can…”
“What?” Anthony asked. “Fix Michael no problem and they didn’t want to help Bruce. Sam, he might be walking with a cane for the rest of his life. He’s not going to be able to hold our son and walk around.”
“They wouldn’t help him for a reason, if we ask, they might help. Anthony, are you jealous of Michael?”
“No, I love him and he deserves you two, but I feel like I’m just kind of pushed out of the way lately.”
They had pushed him away only because if they hadn’t he’d be working for them all day and then spending all night taking care of Bruce. Sam thought he made himself clear that Anthony was supposed to be taking a much deserved break, but apparently there was some confusion. It wasn’t just to take care of Bruce, they had work to do before they had a baby and Sam didn’t want him worrying about work when he could focus his attention on his home life.
“We pushed you away because you had sex with a girl and you know how we feel about that.”
Anthony finally laughed a little when Dean walked into the nursery with Bruce on his back. Sam knew he wouldn’t stay gone long before he rushed over to save the day. They could handle anything if they were working together and Anthony’s father was no exception.
“He looks good on you.”
“Feels good too.” Dean grinned. “You thirty yet?”
“Almost.” Bruce nodded as Dean set him down. “Can I call you baby?”
“Maybe.” Anthony smiled. “Just once.”
“I love you, baby.”
Sam had heard Bruce say that more than once but it didn’t happen very often. Dean didn’t stay stuff like that unless they were having sex mostly because they weren’t those kind of guys, but Anthony and Bruce were. They were very cute together and always there when they needed each other even if they both liked to pretend they weren’t.
“Anthony.” Dean said as he sat on the floor. “You’ll always be important to us. We love you like a son in a very disturbing kind of relationship. I’m sorry if you wanted us to be your parents, the truth is we didn’t feel like you needed us like Michael does.”
“I know.”
“And we were sort of attracted to you.” Sam shrugged.
“Sort of?” Dean asked.
“Well, very. I’m sorry too, I don’t want you to think you’re any less important just because Michael is around.”
“I don’t, I was just upset.” Anthony sighed. “I’m sorry. He just came in here like he was my best friend and for a second once I realized what was going on, I uh…”
“You wanted a father.” Bruce said. “That’s okay. Come over here by me.”
“No.”
“Come on, they don’t care.”
Anthony smiled and put down his paintbrush before he moved over so he could sit against Bruce’s chest. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed him on the neck making Anthony sigh and look more comfortable than either of them had ever seen him.
If he did for whatever reason want his father back, he could have him. Anthony could just pretend that nothing had happened and never leave Charlie alone with him, but Sam knew how unhealthy that was and just because Ray hadn’t done anything to Nathan didn’t mean he wouldn’t. He had just forgotten what he was, he hadn’t actually changed.
“Tell us what you want.” Dean said. “We’ll figure this out.”
“I want him to remember and then I want him gone. I do want a father, but I’m happy with my father figures.”
“Can you make him remember?” Bruce asked.
“I have an idea, we’ll be right back.”
“You can talk in front of us, Sam.” Anthony said.
“Better we don’t.”
They trusted Anthony and Bruce but some things were better kept in the family specifically the things that went on after the accident. Sam stood up first and then took Dean’s hand to follow him outside. His brain was working overtime and he had an idea that he thought might work, but that was only if he could convince Dean.
They still had no idea what Jenny could do but she seemed to have some sort of precognitive ability that wasn’t visions. It was insight, the same kind of thing Mikey had. Mikey had also instructed Dean to take a nap and he did. By Sam’s reasoning if he got one gift from Jenny then maybe his other gift had come from Dean. It was possibly even if Ethan and Evan got something completely random.
If that was true then all they had to do was find Ray and tell him to remember before they told him to leave town and never bother Anthony or Nathan again. No one had to die, no one had to be hurt anymore and the kids didn’t have to get involved, at least not with Ray. Sam was already planning to sit Ethan and Evan down and asking them to help out Bruce who had healed but still wasn’t one hundred present.
“Uh, so you think that I can just tell people what to do and they’ll do it?”
“Yeah, like the power of persuasion.”
“What about that thing I told you to do last night and you wouldn’t?” Dean asked. “I really like that.”
“I know you do, but my neck gets tired and I did it for like an hour. Also, I’d have to imagine that it wouldn’t work on me.”
“Then why did it work on me?”
“Maybe Mikey’s stronger.” Sam shrugged. “We can try this or go to option B.”
“Which is?”
“Take Mikey with us.”
“Absolutely not. I’ll kill this guy before I have Mikey around him.”
“So, uh…”
“How does it hurt your neck?” Dean asked. “I mean you were just lying there.”
“Do we have to talk about this now?”
“No.” Dean shook his head. “Sammy, I’m proud of you for not crying.”
“Me too. How about you give it a trial run on one of them?”
“You want me to order one of them to do something and see if it works?” Dean asked. “That’s messed up.”
Dean wasn’t even sure if it was going to work or if he should do a trial run. Obviously he’d have no problem doing it to Ray, but Anthony and Bruce were their friends and it made him feel a little underhanded.
“Just tell Anthony to do something for you, really think about it and imagine it happening and we’ll see where it goes. You’re not going to hurt him.”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll give you two hours tonight if you at least try.”
“Deal.”
When they got back inside Anthony was still leaning against Bruce while they sang to each other. Apparently Bruce wanted him to tell him more and Anthony had no problem with that. He was a method actor and even when he was upset he was still Danny Zuko and only a few weeks away from his big stage debut.
“Anthony?”
“Yeah?”
“Fix me a sandwich.”
“Screw you.” Anthony laughed. “What do I look like, your bitch?”
“Fix me a sandwich.”
Dean tried very hard the second time and he still didn’t feel anything different, but apparently it had worked because Anthony got right up from the ground and walked past them to get through the kitchen. Sam was pretty shocked even if he suspected it would work. There couldn’t be a worse power for Dean to have, but hopefully he’d be responsible with it instead of just ordering everyone to do his bidding.
“You.”
“Me?” Bruce asked.
“Get naked and shake it around for me.”
“Dean!” Sam yelled.
“Why is he making you a sandwich?” Bruce asked. “Help me up.”
Dean hadn’t really tried to get him naked since he was sure that was maybe behaving a little inappropriately especially in Charlie’s new nursery. Sam helped him up and then Dean went to the kitchen to stop Anthony in the middle of making a sandwich. He looked a little confused but he was just fine once Dean told him to stop but thanked him anyway.
“Okay, where is your dad?”
“He gave me his address.”
“We’ll go handle this.”
“How?” Anthony asked. “You’re just going to…”
“Make him remember.” Dean said. “We’re not going to kill him, but he won’t bother you anymore.”
“Ever?”
“Is that what you want?” Sam asked. “We can make him move to the other side of the country if you want.”
“How?”
“Don’t worry about that, just trust us.”
“Okay.” Anthony nodded. “I do. Just get rid of him.”
“We will.”
“Thanks guys.” Bruce smiled. “We appreciate it.”
“Dad’s going to pick up the kids, but if you wanted to talk to him, he’ll be at the house later.” Dean said. “If you wanted to talk.”
“Thanks, Dean, I’ll go talk to him later.”
“Okay, we’ll be back.”
They hugged both of them before leaving to walk back to the house. Anthony was still a little upset, but they got a few laughs out of him and Bruce was there to keep an eye on him. The whole situation sucked, but Dean was pretty sure they could make it right and clean up John’s mess like he had done for them.
Ray’s apartment was only a few minutes from their house. It was actually very close to Oakwood which had Dean very worried. He didn’t like him being so close to so many kids and that was all it took for him to convince himself he was doing the right thing. He knew Anthony and Nathan were better off without Ray around, but he was their father and he had tried to make amends before he went to jail. Still just because he wouldn’t do anything to them didn’t mean all the other kids in the world were safe.
When they knocked on his door he smiled like they were old friends and welcomed them in. The fucking demon was a real bitch because she had not only made him forget what he had done, but she had given him and Anthony a contrasting set of memories. During their nine months Anthony remembered the physical abuse but not the sexual. Ray didn’t remember any of it, he was just a dad who held up a liquor store.
Once they were inside Dean was conflicted again because Ray was just so normal. His apartment was pretty bare with just a sleeping bag and a microwave. He felt inclined to explain that it was either a roof over his head or some nice furniture and he couldn’t have one without the other. He had already gotten a job at a warehouse driving a forklift, it didn’t pay much but it was a start and he was thankful that someone would take a chance on a man who just got out of prison. He hoped in time he could find a better job because he wanted to help Anthony out whenever he could. He was going to be a grandpa and he couldn’t wait to meet the baby.
He even bought a toy for him after he left Anthony’s house. Apparently Anthony hadn’t kicked him out, but simply told him they’d get in touch with him soon. He needed to have him out of the way so he could figure out what to do after he gave John a piece of his mind.
“Ant says it’s a boy.”
“You call him Ant?” Sam asked.
“Sometimes. Called ‘em Nate and Tony when they were kids, but Anthony didn’t like Tony once he got older. He’s about to be a dad now. I feel like I’ve been gone a really long time. I haven’t seen Nate in years.”
“Would you, um.” Dean cleared his throat. “Would you want him to spend some time with you alone?”
“I’d love that.” Ray nodded. “But Anthony won’t let that happen. I used to drink a lot and he’s not comfortable with me around his brother. That’s okay though, I mean he looks out for him, you know?”
“Yeah.” Sam sighed. “Can you do this Dean?”
Sam couldn’t take much more. It wasn’t what he was saying, it was how optimistic he looked. He seemed so happy and they both knew why. It wasn’t because he was out of jail and got to see his kids again. He looked like John did when he first saw Mikey, he looked like someone’s grandfather.
“Do what?” Ray asked. “Hey, do you two know this guy Bruce?”
“He’s my stepbrother.” Dean said. “He’s great.”
“Is Anthony happy?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” Ray smiled. “He’s a nice looking guy. They have a nice house too, he’s done well for himself.”
“What’d you buy Charlie?”
“Who?”
“The baby.” Dean said. “They’re naming him Charlie.”
“Oh.”
Ray nodded and then pulled over his bag from Toys-r-us. Inside was a little stuffed bear with brown fur and light blues eyes. It was tiny, the perfect size for a baby and something every child would enjoy as one of their first toys. Ray was staring at it like he was holding the holy grail in his hands and that just broke Dean’s heart.
“It’s a little bear. They had a bigger one but I didn’t have much to spend and babies are little. You two have kids, don’t you?”
“Five boys. Michael, Mikey, Ethan, Evan, and Ollie. We’re pregnant with twins or maybe more.” Dean smiled. “Due in November.”
“Dean.” Sam whispered. “Please.”
“Yeah. Ray listen to me.”
“Okay.”
“You need to remember what you did. I want you to remember and then pack up your stuff and move to California. Don’t get in contact with Anthony or Nathan, don’t call or write. Don’t even think about them, forget all about them.”
They could see it rushing back as Dean gave his orders. The bear dropped from his hand while he started to cry and nod. He was a monster, but they had seen who he could have been and that was so fucking hard Dean wanted to scream.
“I want you to never touch another child like you touched your son, don’t think about it, don’t get a job near kids, when you see one you cross the street. When you find a place to live you’ll send us a letter with your address and if you move or get a new number you’ll do the same. Do you understand?”
“Yeah.”
Dean dug in his wallet and pulled out all the cash he had. He never carried much, but he had a few twenties and a hundred dollar bill. Sam did the same until he had enough for a motel room for a few days until he could find a new job and a new apartment.
“Go.”
“302 Maple, right?” Ray asked.
“Yeah.” Dean nodded.
“Will you give him the bear?”
“We will.
Ray nodded and then grabbed his keys. He didn’t take anything with him except for the clothes on his back. Dean had taken care of everything and if his gift worked the way they thought it did then he’d be out of their hair forever.
“I wish you had killed me.”
“What?” Sam asked.
“You heard me. This is worse than death. Tell him I’m sorry.”
“Who?” Dean asked.
“My…uh…” Ray sighed. “I can’t remember.”
He looked at both of them and then back at the bear before he walked right out of the apartment without saying a word. Sam had been crying for so long that Dean felt like it was his turn. Ray was a monster, but that wasn’t all he was. Dean had not only sent him away but he took the memory of his sons away from him just to keep everyone safe. He was capable of doing something that John had risked his soul for and that was the most upsetting things of all.
“It’s okay, Dean.”
“I know, we did the right thing.”
“Yeah.”
“But it’s not easy.” Dean sighed. “Will you hold on to me for a while?”
“Yeah.” Sam said as he hugged him. “I will.”
Mikey always knew when Dean needed cheering up. It was something Sam was certain he would have been able to do even without any special talents. It was just who he was because Dean was his father and he learned by example to help people feel better when they were sad. Mikey always did a fantastic job at it because he had a great teacher.
As soon as they got back home from Ray’s apartment Mikey dragged them into the basement where Dean’s guitar and the rest of the kids were waiting. Michael was even there with Ollie sitting in his lap. It was Friday so he came home a little earlier than usual which was great since they both needed all the kids around to make themselves feel better.
John was with them too, looking a little upset. He quickly asked if everything was okay and they both nodded. It was a hard decision to make, but they did what they had to do. Father or not, Anthony and Nathan were better with Ray already on his way to the other side of the country. If they ever did for some God forsaken reason want him back in their lives Dean was sure he could make that happen since he had made him forget.
Once they were all in the basement Mikey sat down at his piano and nodded towards the guitar. Dean had gotten a lot better at it, but he still wasn’t great, not until he needed to be. He picked it up, put it over his shoulder and just waited. Mikey then launched into a new creation he was making up off the top of his head. It seemed very influenced by Michael because it was the twangiest piece of music they had ever heard.
Not only could Mikey play his little keyboard perfectly, but he managed to figure out everything it could do. He set it to drums and recorded a loop to play in the background before he switched back over to piano. All he needed was a little guitar so Dean gave it all he could to accompany his little prodigy.
It only took them about a minute to work the song out. Mikey’s drum loop kept on going while he improvised on the piano. Dean started off slowly before he began to strum along. When they really got into the swing of things Ethan and Evan hopped off the sofa and pulled Sam along with them so they could dance. They always wanted to dance with him because Dean was very self conscious about his own dancing. Sam just didn’t give a damn, he’d close his eyes and just grove along with them.
Ollie didn’t want to be left out so he went to stand right in front of Dean and do a little inspirational dancing that made him play a little harder and made Mikey play a little faster.
Even Michael couldn’t stay sitting. The song was so upbeat anyone who heard it would have been up off their ass and dancing like no one was watching. He danced with Sam first and then eyed John across the room. He rarely danced but his head was bopping along with the music so Michael took the opportunity to pull him over so all the Winchesters could danced together.
Dean was even dancing as he played his guitar and leaned into the notes. It was pretty damn sexy, but all Sam cared about was how much he was smiling. Everyone seemed so happy with the impromptu song and dance. Ethan and Evan were doing the best, but they weren’t nearly as scandalous as little Ollie. He had Dean’s full attention but he still took off his shirt and did a little jig with his hands on his belly.
It was all so adorable Sam couldn’t help but forget all about how much crying he had done. He knew he had gotten a little too emotional about the new babies and was letting it affect everything in their lives. He decided that he was a great dad to the kids they had and he’d continue to be a great dad to the ones on the way. If he messed up that was just fine because he had Dean to help him out and a whole bunch of big brothers.
All they really needed was someone blowing into a jug and Sam was sure they’d be in the middle of a proper hoedown. Ethan and Evan were doing a little line dancing and even John was busy trying to copy their steps and failing miserable. He was a little too white or too straight, whatever it was he just couldn’t do it, but he was doing his best and that was all that mattered.
He had the biggest smile on his face until he looked up and saw that Anthony was watching them with an even bigger smile. He could have felt like crap but no one would be able to be upset when they saw them dancing and heard the song.
Whenever Mikey really got into playing he could only keep up the pace for a few minutes before he’d wrap it up and dramatically wipe off his forehead with a heavy sigh. He had impressed the hell out of them again and was rewarded with a thunderous applause as soon as he spun around on his stool.
“Thank you!”
“Mikey.” Sam said as he kneeled down. “That was fantastic.”
“And?” Dean cleared his throat.
“Um, and daddy’s gee-tar playin’ was just what you needed to make it super fantastic. He played so well I thought it was his birthday.”
“Oh boy!” Dean said as he took off the guitar. “You did great, buddy, what do you call it?”
“The HillWilliam Blues.” Mikey nodded. “After muh brover.”
“And my dancing?” Ethan asked. “Was it sexy?”
“Yep.” Sam nodded.
“Grandpa?” Evan asked. “Did we do it for you?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well.” Michael said as he tried to catch his breath. “That was a fantastic song with a fantastic title, thank you, Mikey. I think we all deserve some celebration smoothies.”
“Oooh.” Ollie laughed as Michael picked him up. “Belly.”
“I’ll uh, save you guys some.” Michael said as he looked over at John. “We’re gonna be in the kitchen.”
“Okay.” Dean nodded. “We’ll be down here for a little bit, I think.”
“Take as long as you need, come on brothers, it’s double strawberry Friday. You look nice today, Anthony.”
“You too, Michael, you going out tonight?”
“Yeah.”
“How was work?”
“Good.” Michael nodded. “Took off a little early to have some fun with my brothers before my date.”
“Where are you two going?”
“Mini golf.”
Alex and Michael were so cute. Most guys probably would have been going to dinner or a movie, but they seemed to have a very specific dating plan which had them playing mini-golf, or riding in goal carts most of the time. It didn’t really matter what they did because they were having fun and taking their relationship nice and a slow.
After the kids spent a few seconds talking with Anthony they all followed Michael up the stairs to get their smoothies. They loved them, especially when he made them because he sometimes snuck in a spoonful of sugar when Sam wasn’t watching, or when he thought he wasn’t watching.
“I’m sorry, John.”
“Me too.”
“I was just really upset that he showed up.” Anthony nodded. “I didn’t mean to hit you.”
“Everyone gets one.” John laughed. “Tell me what I can do to make this up to you. I’ll do anything.”
Dean looked over at Sam and raised his eyebrow because it seemed like Anthony was finally in a position to get a little loving from John or at least be the audience of one for a special show. If they did disappear for a few hours Dean wasn’t sure if they should say anything because Anthony wanted him and John wanted to make it up to him. It would probably be the unhealthiest thing two people could do but it was their choice to make.
“Anything?”
“Carol said I should do whatever it takes to make this up to you.”
“Bruce said I should do whatever it takes to make me feel better.”
Sam was just about to butt in when Dean grabbed his hand and squeezed it. Permission from their partners didn’t make it any better but they were both adults and they had to do what they had to do. Sam was pretty sure Anthony wouldn’t ask for sex or anything sexual at all, but he wanted to maybe remind them that it rarely solved problems and in some cases it created more.
“Can we go out tonight?” Anthony asked.
“Uh.” John nodded. “Yeah, if that’s what you want, like a date?”
“Kind of.”
“I can do that.”
John was nodding very rapidly which made Sam think that he had little interest in actually taking Anthony on a date. They could go have dinner and talk, but he wasn’t entirely sure that’s what Anthony was suggesting. He seemed a little nervous while he stood across from John and if he was asking for a romantic date Sam didn’t think he’d be nervous at all since he had already pretty much told him all the insane things he’d do to him in bed with no problem.
“Are you ever going to sleep with me?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“If I didn’t, would you?” Anthony asked.
“No, I love you, but I’m married and not even curious.”
“Good.”
“What?” Dean asked.
“Shh.” Sam whispered.
“I’d like you to take Bruce and me to a football game tonight. The high school is playing and I’ve never been to a game. He used to go with his dad a lot and I think he’d really like it. My son needs a grandpa and you’re the best I know. Maybe in a few years the four of us can go and you can tell him what’s happening because I sure as hell don’t know.”
“Wait a minute!”
“Dean, shut up.” Sam said tugging at his hand.
Dean certainly didn’t think that sex would solve their problems and a trip to a football game was just about the best thing he had ever heard but he had a lot of trouble believe that Anthony would just throw away what was probably his one chance to sleep with John.
“You’re choosing football over a pappy pounding?”
“That I am.”
“Why?”
“Yeah.” John coughed. “I’m kind of wondering too. Are you not attracted to me anymore?”
“I am, but the way I see it Charlie needs a grandpa and I don’t want to sleep with his grandpa. Well, I do, but Bruce and I always agreed that if one of us was going to do something then we’d both have to be there and…”
“You just said Bruce was okay with this.”
“Yeah, and I got you to say you would sleep with me and now Dean can make fun of you forever.”
“Son of a bitch.” John said as he shook his head.
“Anyway, obviously me, you and Bruce, isn’t going to happen since you’re married to his mother.”
“Ew.” Dean whispered.
“And.” Anthony said looking at Dean. “Bruce is going to be thirty in a few years.”
“Oh and we can’t poke you if you poke dad.”
“Exactly.”
“Let me interrupt here.” Sam said raising his hand. “Just a second and we’ll get back to the matter at hand. We are not having sex with you and Bruce when he turns thirty.”
“What!” Dean yelled.
“I refuse to do it and you can’t do it without my permission.”
“You said we…”
“I know I did, but I’m not letting them…” Sam sighed. “Dad, cover your ears.”
“No!”
“Fine then.” Sam nodded. “That’s fine. I’m not letting you fuck another guy and another guy isn’t fucking you. That’s mine and this is yours.”
Sam pointed at his ass and John very quickly put his hands over his ears. Bruce had mentioned them doing something when he turned thirty which was a little casual masturbation, but Sam had been with two people in his whole life and he was proud of that. He did want to take a crack at Anthony and Bruce, but he wanted Dean to be the only man he was with even more. They had years before they had to worry about it and when the time came they could all beat off together if Bruce and Anthony still wanted that.
Sam wasn’t sure they would because they’d have a kid by then and if Anthony was willing to give up his once chance with John to have a grandpa for his son, he was pretty sure he’d be willing to give up a night of mutual masturbation.
“You want me to be the only guy you’re with?” Dean smiled before he whispered. “Only one inside?”
“Yes.”
“You both suck! Bruce is going to be so upset!”
“Maybe.” Sam sighed. “Maybe we can all do something in the same room. I hardly think this is the time to be talking about this, don’t you want to know what happened with your dad?”
“Yeah.” Anthony said as he pulled John’s hands down. “What happened?”
“We gave him some money and sent him to the other side of the country. He’s not going to bother you anymore.”
“How do you know?” John asked.
“Trust me.” Dean laughed. “Better off not knowing.”
“He uh.” Sam sighed as he walked over to the pool table. “He bought something for the baby.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Sam said as he handed him the bear. “It’s the best he could do.”
Anthony took it and studied it for a second. They didn’t want to tell him everything his father had said because that would make things much harder than they needed to be. All he needed to know was that he was gone and until he wanted him back in his life he wouldn’t be bothering anyone else.
When Anthony handed the bear to John he smiled at him. John smiled back and then nodded. They might have had incredible hot or maybe ridiculous awkward sex. They would probably continue to flirt with each other, but something had changed. Anthony wanted to be adopted just so he could have a dad and he finally had one, one of the best there were.
“I got this for Charlie.” John said as he handed the bear back.
“Thanks, John.” Anthony smiled. “He’ll like this.”
“And I’d be happy to take you guys to the game tonight.”
“Will you buy the nachos?”
“I sure will.”
Anthony smiled again before he went in for his hug. He moved just as fast as he had when he hit John earlier, but instead of hitting him he threw his arms around him and pulled him close.
“You two talk.” Sam said. “We have something to do.”
“I thought your neck got tired.”
“Not that.” Sam sighed. “Come on.”
As they went to walk back up the stairs Dean paused to turn around and grab Ollie’s shirt off the ground. As soon as he got it Anthony back away and kissed John. Sam gasped and Dean stayed frozen wondering just what the hell was going to happen. They weren’t making out, but their lips were pressed together for a few seconds that seemed like hours.
“Huh.” Anthony said as he backed away.
“Um.”
Anthony grabbed his head and went in for a second time that was a little more aggressive. Dean dropped the shirt and then backed up until he felt Sam just incase he happened to pass out. They were making out, at least Anthony was making out with John which was incredibly disturbing.
“Huh.” Anthony said again.
“Wow.” John coughed. “Huh.”
“That did nothing for me.”
“Oh.”
“You kiss your wife like that?” Anthony asked. “No wonder she’s always working.”
“I don’t kiss guys. Oh God, I kissed a guy.”
“He kissed you!” Dean yelled. “You’re fired!”
“Nothing?” John asked. “Not even a little?”
“Sorry, John.” Anthony sighed. “I think we should just be friends. Also, I’ve made out with three generations of Winchesters!”
“Congratulations.” Sam laughed. “Uh, you two talk and don’t do things to each other.”
“And each other’s butts! Yeah!”
Sam shuddered and then dragged Dean up the stairs. He certainly didn’t need to see John’s first gay kiss but at least they had something else to make fun of him for. They were both glad he didn’t like it and ecstatic that Anthony wasn’t into it because Charlie needed a grandpa and he deserved the best.
When they got upstairs Ethan and Evan were sitting on the sofa in Bruce’s lap. He looked a little uncomfortable since his hip was still bothering him a lot but he didn’t ask them to move. He let them both sit there and ask him questions about his cane. Ethan wanted to know if he’d ever dance again which Bruce wasn’t sure about. Evan wanted to know if he ever thought about painting it pink which upset Dean a little more than the kiss. Bruce wasn’t going to paint it, but since it seemed like it was going to be around for a long time he was thinking about getting a really cool dark wooden one with a big stone in the handle.
“Hey, why don’t you two come sit by me?” Dean asked.
“We’re going to hug him first.” Evan smiled. “I think he needs a hug.”
“Can we daddy?” Ethan asked Sam. “You know, hug him?”
“We were just about to ask if you wanted to.”
“I love hugs from you guys.” Bruce laughed. “They’re the best I ever get.”
“Better than Anthony?” Evan asked.
“Yeah we don’t touch his butt.” Ethan whispered. “Always with the butt.”
“He likes them! I told you he’s a top. Like us.”
“What!” Bruce yelled. “Dean?”
“Get over it.” Dean laughed. “They’re tops.”
Sam shook his head and decided that his sons were tops and they could worry about that later. Currently his only concern was getting Bruce his special hug from two special little boys. Bruce obviously had no idea what was going on, or that anything was happening at all until he sighed a little and started to sweat while they hugged him tighter. It was a little uncomfortable, at least what Sam could remember when they healed him, but it was mostly the heat and that went away after a few seconds.
“Smoothies!” Ethan smiled.
“Daddy, Michael is making us one big one with two straws.”
“Oh?” Dean asked.
“Yes, you can do that when you’re married. I love you!”
“I love you too.” Dean laughed. “Have fun.”
Ethan and Evan both took of running while Sam walked over and kicked Bruce’s cane sending it sliding across the floor. He had a very difficult time walking without it, but his difficult times were over.
Dean got up too and they both pulled him to his feet. He was a baby again taking his first few shaky steps before he found his balance and walked across the living room with no problem at all.
“Wow.” Bruce said as he started to cry. “How did they…”
“Don’t question it.” Sam smiled. “How’s it feel?”
“Amazing. I feel so happy right now. It doesn’t hurt at all.”
“Good.” Dean laughed. “Now Anthony made it with dad.”
“Who cares!”
Bruce took off running towards the kitchen so he could properly thank Ethan and Evan for helping him out. That why they had their gift, so they could fix the things wrong with the people they cared about and make them happy.
“He’s got a great ass.” Dean sighed. “I could have torn that up for hours, man.”
“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “He does, but so do I.”
“And my neck never gets tired.”
“Very true. You feel better now?”
“I do, I mean, Anthony’s happy, I can’t feel bad if he’s happy.”
“And he’s probably deep throating dad downstairs.”
“Can we uh.” Dean shrugged as he kicked at the floor. “Maybe after the kids go to bed.”
“Maybe you should order me to do it.”
Dean did order him, and Sam let it think it worked, but the truth was there were some things he could have gladly done if he just asked nicely.
Author: bitchandjerk
Characters: Sam/Dean,John/Mary/OFC OMCs OFCs
Rating :R
Words:10,400/1,051,800
Warnings: Wincest
Summary: Anthony's dad gets out of prison and Dean takes care of him once and for all.
Notes:: AU, rest are here.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Feedback: Makes me hard
With only six weeks until Amy’s due date, Dean felt like it was high time he got started on making a quilt. He was only making one since he didn’t know how many babies they were having and he was making it in pink because he knew at least one of them was a girl. He refused to believe that they could have made it through four kids and not have their daughter. It was time for them and when she arrived she was going to have her very own quilt. Then Dean could head back to the attic and make one more or a few more depending on what happened in mid November when Amy delivered.
She had been quite adamant about a vaginal birth when she was pregnant with Ethan and Evan, but the doctors thought it was safer for all three of them if she had a cesarean. When she delivered Ollie she demanded to have him vaginally and handled it just fine. Sam and Dean were both expecting her to do it again with the new babies but she had informed them that she had talked to her doctor and when the new babies arrived they would come via cesarean.
That had Dean a little worried because he know she could probably deliver two babies naturally just fine, but if she had already planned a cesarean then he was pretty sure that meant that it was more than two and since it was them it was probably four. He was nervous, but still very excited because he loved his kids especially when they were babies.
Sam’s reaction to the news was pretty shocking to say the least. Amy called to talk to them and as soon as she hung up Sam broke down in tears and started talking about how his hormones were all out of whack. Dean found himself in a new and confusing position, suddenly he was the stable parents and poor Sam was just a wreck talking about how he felt fat and when he cried he wasn’t pretty.
Dean held his hand and talked to him in a reassuring tone of voice until he had enough and just tried his best to ignore it. When Amy was pregnant with Ethan and Evan he was too scared to get emotional, but now he was weeping constantly about every little thing. He sobbed when any of the kids, Michael included, did something cute or if Ollie pooped. He cried when they had sex because “it was just so beautiful.” He even cried while he fixed dinner because his babies were eventually going to be big enough to eat at the table and he couldn’t keep them tiny and helpless forever.
Everyone tried to talk to him and calm him down but no one could do it. John reminded him that they had raised four kids already and could do it again at which point Sam locked himself in the bathroom for a half hour. Carol told him that if they needed any help they were right next door and would come over. After that Sam locked himself in the office and listened to Billie Holiday while he weakly sang to himself. When Michael tried to comfort him Sam asked him to move out of the barn and into the house because he couldn’t handle one of his babies being so far away. They had all tried, but there was no way to deal with a hysterical pregnant woman who for some reason thought he wasn’t a very good pregnant daddy.
While they worked on the dollhouse he seemed to level out a little bit. He was still a little weepy as he stained tiny floor boards, but at least he wasn’t sobbing. Dean was going to take what he could get. John and Sam were working on it while Dean worked with Carol to figure out just what in the hell her mammoth machine did. It was intimidating and just a tiny bit scary but he knew he could tame it.
The quilt he made was very basic all in shades of pink fabric that was perfect for a little girl. It only took him a few hours to piece it together, but that was the easy part. All he was really doing was cutting and sewing straight and a sewing machine was a lot like a car with a pedal which he could handle. The hard part was getting it loaded on the long arm which was much bigger, heavier, and faster. Carol tried to explain it to him but he was just sort of lost. It had handles which she equated to a steering wheel that wouldn’t turn. She said the needle was like pencil and his quilt was the paper. All he had to do was draw and follow the motifs she had marked in a disappearing pen. Of course she had to mention that the marks would only be there for a week before they faded so not only was he working under pressure but he had a timeline as well.
When he pressed the start button the machine started beeping and he backed away from it right away because it sounded like a ticking time bomb. He had only used it once and that was when Carol was standing behind him and holding on. Using it by himself was more than a little terrifying, especially because he didn’t want to mess the quilt up. Still it was for one of their babies so he took a deep breath and approached it again.
All of Carol’s lines were visible, so all he had to do was figure out how to coordinate himself and it’s be just like tracing a line in a book which he was pretty sure he could do. He went very slowly which wasn’t how Carol did it at all. She sped along and keep the machine going as quickly as possible. For Dean she had set it on a manual mode so it was only stitching when he was moving the head around. That way he wouldn’t be creating big knots and breaking his shiny pink silk thread.
He made it about three inches into the motif before he veered off the line and stopped the machine to back away again. He had already screwed it up but Carol wasn’t worried since he had just barely missed it and once the pen disappeared no one would ever know.
“And then.” Sam cried. “Since it’s cool out today they had to wear their blazers.”
“I know, Sammy.” John said. “It’s okay.”
“And they looked like little people! My little babies off to school like big boys in their little blazers with pennies in their shoes!”
“Jesus.” Dean groaned.
“Shut up! You don’t know what it’s like! You don’t know how hard it is for me.”
“Really?” Dean asked. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one…”
“I want them to be home schooled!”
A little role reversal was healthy in any relationship, but Sam had taken his own version of Dean to the extreme. The closer they got to Amy’s due date the more he doubted his abilities as a father. He started to worrying about the kids getting molested or kidnapped by the cafeteria workers or the janitor, he even seemed concerned with Ollie not waking them up in the middle of the night which he had never done.
“Sammy, you need to calm down.”
“I’m just so sad.”
“Sam.” Carol said. “What are you really worried about?”
“I’m not a good daddy and my hormones…”
“You’re a great dad.” John told him. “You need to stop crying so much. I want you to be a big boy and stop being such a…”
“I’m sad!”
“Stop being a baby!” John yelled. “You’re almost thirty years old.”
“Oh God!”
“Listen.” Dean sighed. “I know you’re emotional because you’re pregnant, but you need to calm down. You’re a great dad, you’re still pretty and the kids are just fine.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Because they’re my kids and I’d never ever let anything happen to them. If you keep getting upset you’re going to make the kids…”
“The babies.”
“You’re going to make the babies upset.”
Ollie was technically the only baby in the house, but Sam had started to call Ethan and Evan baby a lot more often. He even called Mikey baby a few times which just confused them because they were big boys. Dean got why he was so emotional but he was bordering on the ridiculous.
“And maybe.” Dean said as he raised a finger. “Maybe if you can go the rest of the day without crying I’ll make a donation to your PSF.”
“Really?” Sam smiled. “You mean it?”
“Yes. I’ll put in a hundred dollars a day until the babies are born if you try to calm down.”
“I can do that.” Sam nodded. “For the greater good. I’m going to wash my face and check on Ollie. Maybe get some juice.”
“Okay.”
“Who’s my big boy?” John asked.
“It’s me.”
“Yeah, it is. You’re a big boy getting your juice all by yourself.”
After Sam left the attic all three of them sighed dramatically. Dean just wanted to get through the next few days because then Sam would be way too busy to cry. They had his photo shoot and interview, the premiere of The Bad Seeds, Michael’s party, the auction for the foundation and then their little vacation. Dean wasn’t even sure if Sam would be able to take a weekend away from the kids in his current state, but he was hoping they could go. After that it was Anthony and Nathan’s birthday and then countdown to baby.
“I want to slap him.”
“John.” Carol said as she shook her head. “Be nice.”
“I am being nice, I really want to punch him.” John sighed. “What’s the PSF?”
“Pretty shoe fund.” Dean said. “I set it up so he can buy some pretty shoes and make himself feel better. I’m really worried. He’s never like this.”
“Well.” Carol said. “He has sort of been the rational calm half of your equation through two pregnancies. If Amy is having a girl this might be your last babies and he’s letting it all out at once.”
“Kind of like when he was in the city?”
“Maybe.” Carol shrugged. “Just let him cry if he has to when you’re alone. Let him get it all out and just listen to his fears even if they are ridiculous.”
“Thanks, mom.”
Dean was glad he wasn’t looking at either of them when he said it. He was staring at the door and they didn’t get a chance to see him biting his lower lip. He hadn’t meant to call her mom, but it slipped out like it was bound to do from time to time.
“You called me mom.”
“Yeah.” Dean said as he turned towards her. “We kind of feel like…”
“I told her.” John nodded.
“It’s okay, Dean. Whatever is easier for you two is fine with us.”
“Who’s helping me quilt?”
“Carol is. I have no idea what this machine does.”
“Well, which one of you told me to listen just now?”
“We did.” Carol said. “That’s advice from a mother to a son, I’m telling you what she’ll tell Anthony in a few months when Bruce starts to freak out.”
When Sam made it back into the attic he had his juice box in one hand and a tiny little baby sized outfit in the other. It was something Dean bought before Ollie was even born, just a little pink outfit with a flower across the chest. It was for the daughter who already had tons of clothes and dresses that Sam felt inclined to dig out of the closet and bring up to the attic. He was crying again and mumbling something about how he really didn’t need any more shoes.
“Oh, Sammy.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Do you think maybe you’re having a hard time because you didn’t when she was pregnant with the punks and Ollie?”
“Maybe.”
“And now you have to let it all out at once?”
“Maybe.” Sam said again.
“So it’s my fault?” Dean asked.
“Uh huh.” Sam nodded. “I just love our babies so much and I want them here now.”
“They’re not ready yet. When they’re ready they’ll come out, I promise.” Dean said. “How about me and you take off for the rest of the day? We can go for a ride and go out to dinner. Dad and Carol can watch the kids, what about that?”
“Are you gonna try and have sex with me?” Sam whispered.
“Yes.” Dean sighed.
“Okay.”
“Okay, dad, do you mind watching the kids for the rest of the day?”
“No problem.”
“Carol?”
“Not at all, you two have a good time, and we can work on this quilt later.”
“Thanks. Now Sammy, where do you want to…”
When Anthony barged into the office Dean stopped talking right away. He had seen him pissed off before but he had a look of wild fury on his face. He was extremely upset about something and as soon as Dean took one look at him he knew they weren’t going anywhere.
Anthony rushed right past them and pulled John off his stool letting the pieces of the dollhouse he was working on fall to the ground. For just a second Dean was sure Anthony was finally going to get make out with him, but when he slammed him into the wall he realized how wrong he was.
Anthony was roughly the same size as Dean, just a little shorter and not as strong physically. His stomach was more defined but that was about it. Dean’s arms were bigger and more developed, but somehow Anthony managed to not only slam John into the wall, but he did it while pulling his feet off the ground. He slammed him hard, much harder than Sam would do when they got down to business.
Out of everyone John seemed like the least likely person Anthony would ever harm, but he was doing it right in front of them. He threw him into the wall so hard that John actually had to gasp for air since the wind had been knocked right out of him. He had him up on his toes pinning him against the wall with a handful of his shirt in his fist.
Sam had been so sullen the past few days, but he snapped right out of it to try and pull Anthony away. As soon as he got close Anthony pushed him with his free arm sending him backwards. That kind of strength was something Dean had seen before and if he didn’t know how protected the house was he would have been scrambling to make up a quick batch of holy water to deal with their possessed friend.
Sam fell backwards right into Carol who managed to plant her feet and stop both of them from slamming into the machine. He pushed hard and just kept panting while he stared into John’s eyes. Dean went forward next and unlike Sam he wasn’t going to approach with caution. He came in from the side and tried to pull Anthony’s hand away from John’s shirt but he had too good of a grip on it.
“Let him go.”
“No.”
“Anthony.” John said very calmly. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Anthony asked. “What’s wrong!”
“Just calm down.” Sam said as he walked back over. “Calm down and we can talk about whatever’s bothering you.”
“My dad’s out of jail. He just showed up at my house, walked right in, and threw his arms around me. He told me he loved me and he missed me and Nathan.”
Anthony’s father was bound to get out of jail eventually. Sam was surprised he had stayed in for as long as he had. When he turned himself in he refused to give any names and no one came forward but he still stayed in for a few years, years that weren’t long enough for what he had done.
“You’re a bastard.” Anthony told John. “You want to fuck with your kid’s heads, that’s fine, but you promised me, you promised me you’d keep me safe from him. You promised me that he’d never bother us again.”
“I’m…”
“Shut up. I don’t care how you do it, but you’re going to make this right. This is your fault. You’re going to fix this.”
“Why don’t you back off?” Dean said. “He’s got nothing to do with your dad getting out of jail.”
“Really?” Anthony laughed. “He thinks he spent the past few years in jail for robbing a liquor store. For some reason he forgot all about sticking his cock in my mouth every fucking day. He wants to spend time with us and get to know Bruce. He’s going to want to get to know my son.”
Sam knew the song that never ends and once again they were in the middle of the deal that never ends. Anthony had forgotten what his father did to him, at least the sexual abuse, but apparently Ray forgot everything he had done. Now he was just a bad father and not a monster.
Dean was very close to throwing a punch just to get Anthony off of John, but he lowered his hands and backed away because they’d have to handle their issues on their own. He was really worried because he saw no way for them to work it out short of dealing with Ray like Anthony had suggested.
“You said you’d be my dad.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t get adopted, I don’t get everything I…”Anthony paused. “I counted on you.”
When Anthony finally let him go he was crying. Dean was expecting him to just run back out, but he threw a punch first. They had taught him well and he did it perfectly right into the side of John’s jaw. His head knocked backwards into the wall before he slumped a little and lost his breath again. For the second time Dean was just glad his nose hadn’t gotten hit.
After that Anthony finally shook his head and walked out of the attic. He had dealt with everything that happened to him without a problem, but he had never been face to face with a real problem brought on by someone he loved as much as he loved John. Clearly that wasn’t the only thing bothering him either. He wouldn’t have brought up the adoption again unless it was something he was thinking about.
Dean didn’t think he was jealous of Michael, but it had to hurt to see someone welcomed into the family as a brother while he was just Anthony, not even uncle Anthony most of the time.
“Jesus Christ.” John said as he rubbed his jaw. “Where did he learn how to do that?”
“I showed him.” Dean said. “Sam, you go, we’ll stay with dad.”
“Okay.”
Sam nodded and then ran out of the attic. John’s lip was busted again, but Carol was on it in a second using a bottle of water and a paper towel they had from their painting. She dabbed at it while John sighed and just stared off at nothing. He had tried to do right for everyone and yet again it came back to bite him in the ass.
“You okay?” Carol asked.
“No.”
“It’s okay dad.” Dean said as he helped him up. “We’ll figure this out. He’ll be flirting with you again in no time.”
“No he won’t. I told him that night we got back from Hawaii. I promised him, Dean. I promised he’d never have to deal with his father again. Every time I try to make things right I just fuck ‘em up.”
“You keep trying.” Carol whispered. “That’s what makes you a good man. We’ll fix this.”
“I’m not killing his father.”
“No.” Dean said. “You’re not, none of us are. We’ll figured out what to do.”
“Daddy?” Ollie said over the baby monitor.
“Can I go get him?” John asked.
“Yeah.” Dean nodded. “Go ahead. He’ll probably need to be changed.”
“Okay.”
Dean watched John walk out of the attic looking just as defeated as he had when he left their house on Ollie’s birthday. He pretty sure Anthony would come around eventually, but until that happened, he was walking wounded.
“Did he say son?” Dean asked.
“Yeah.” Carol nodded. “He did.”
Anthony had walked to their house, but he was running back. He didn’t have much of a head start but it was enough that Sam couldn’t get to him fast enough. He wasn’t sure how they were going to deal with his father just that it could be done somehow. They were going to figure out how to make him remember and then he’d be back out of their lives again and Anthony wouldn’t be so upset.
When he got to the house he walked right in and found Bruce crying in the kitchen while he did the dishes. His cast was off, but he still had a cane and was going to have one for a while. His leg had healed up, but his hip was the problem. That was a bad break and he was still having trouble getting around.
“He’s in the nursery.”
“Okay.”
“You’re not allowed in there Sam, you know the rules.”
“I know.” Sam said. “Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not.”
“He called the baby his son.” Sam said as he walked over towards him. “Are you having a boy?”
“Yeah, we found out a couple of days ago. Just one, I would have like a few, you know, two maybe. Charlie, that’s what we’re still going with.”
“I like it.”
“I guess since you know you can go in there.”
“Okay.”
They had started work on the nursery about a week ago, probably when they found out they were having a son, and Anthony banned anyone outside the house from entering the room. He wanted to keep it a secret so everyone would be surprised but he was so upset with John that he let it slip.
Sam started to walk away when Bruce grabbed his wrist and finally looked at him. He was crying so hard which was something Sam never really saw before. He always managed to stay in control, but when Anthony was hurting he let loose.
“We didn’t ask for this.”
“I know.”
“Can you fix it?”
“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “We’ll figure something out.”
“Do you think uh.” Bruce smiled. “Do you think one of these days he’ll run to me instead of you?”
“He didn’t run to me, he hit dad and left to come home to you.”
“That’s what I was hoping. Go ahead, do your thing.”
Sam nodded again and left Bruce in the kitchen so he could talk to Anthony and see what kind of nursery he was making for his son. He expected the door to be locked, but it was just closed. Sam often wondered if Bruce had a problem with how close they were to Anthony and he had just gotten his answer. Luckily Sam could tell him the truth, Anthony hadn’t gone to their house to be comforted, he had gone because he was pissed off and wanted to tell John exactly what he thought of him.
As shitty as he felt Sam still smiled when he stepped into the room. All the white furniture was pushed against the wall and covered in plastic sheeting. The wall themselves were painted in blue colored stripes each in different widths and most impressive of all was the huge train Anthony was in the middle of painting. It was all very cute and something to be proud of which they both clearly were.
The only accessory in the room was the yo-yo Sam had bought for them. It was sitting on a shelf just waiting until one day when Charlie was old enough for Bruce to teach him a few tricks.
Anthony didn’t look up as Sam approached. He kept his eyes on the wall and kept on painting. It was mostly done and he was just filling in some freehand details with a tiny brush covered in blank paint.
“Did you draw this?” Sam asked as he sat next to him.
“Coloring book. Alex loaned us a projector and we traced it onto the wall.”
“It’s cute.”
“I was thinking like choo-choo, you know? Ollie says that sometimes.”
“And you’re having a boy?” Sam asked.
“Yep.” Anthony nodded. “We wanted it to be a surprise, but at least now you can spend a shit load of money on clothes for him.”
“I can’t wait. Do you want to tell me what happened?”
“He came over and hugged me, said he missed us. He doesn’t remember, Sam and now I have to think of a reason why he’s not in our lives. I think he’s under the impression he just made a mistake by robbing a liquor store. I can’t have him around my son. He wanted me, I know he wanted Nathan and he’s all grown up now. He’ll want Charlie.”
“Okay, listen, here’s what we’ll do. Carol remembered no problem, we can make him remember. I mean the kids can…”
“What?” Anthony asked. “Fix Michael no problem and they didn’t want to help Bruce. Sam, he might be walking with a cane for the rest of his life. He’s not going to be able to hold our son and walk around.”
“They wouldn’t help him for a reason, if we ask, they might help. Anthony, are you jealous of Michael?”
“No, I love him and he deserves you two, but I feel like I’m just kind of pushed out of the way lately.”
They had pushed him away only because if they hadn’t he’d be working for them all day and then spending all night taking care of Bruce. Sam thought he made himself clear that Anthony was supposed to be taking a much deserved break, but apparently there was some confusion. It wasn’t just to take care of Bruce, they had work to do before they had a baby and Sam didn’t want him worrying about work when he could focus his attention on his home life.
“We pushed you away because you had sex with a girl and you know how we feel about that.”
Anthony finally laughed a little when Dean walked into the nursery with Bruce on his back. Sam knew he wouldn’t stay gone long before he rushed over to save the day. They could handle anything if they were working together and Anthony’s father was no exception.
“He looks good on you.”
“Feels good too.” Dean grinned. “You thirty yet?”
“Almost.” Bruce nodded as Dean set him down. “Can I call you baby?”
“Maybe.” Anthony smiled. “Just once.”
“I love you, baby.”
Sam had heard Bruce say that more than once but it didn’t happen very often. Dean didn’t stay stuff like that unless they were having sex mostly because they weren’t those kind of guys, but Anthony and Bruce were. They were very cute together and always there when they needed each other even if they both liked to pretend they weren’t.
“Anthony.” Dean said as he sat on the floor. “You’ll always be important to us. We love you like a son in a very disturbing kind of relationship. I’m sorry if you wanted us to be your parents, the truth is we didn’t feel like you needed us like Michael does.”
“I know.”
“And we were sort of attracted to you.” Sam shrugged.
“Sort of?” Dean asked.
“Well, very. I’m sorry too, I don’t want you to think you’re any less important just because Michael is around.”
“I don’t, I was just upset.” Anthony sighed. “I’m sorry. He just came in here like he was my best friend and for a second once I realized what was going on, I uh…”
“You wanted a father.” Bruce said. “That’s okay. Come over here by me.”
“No.”
“Come on, they don’t care.”
Anthony smiled and put down his paintbrush before he moved over so he could sit against Bruce’s chest. He wrapped his arms around him and kissed him on the neck making Anthony sigh and look more comfortable than either of them had ever seen him.
If he did for whatever reason want his father back, he could have him. Anthony could just pretend that nothing had happened and never leave Charlie alone with him, but Sam knew how unhealthy that was and just because Ray hadn’t done anything to Nathan didn’t mean he wouldn’t. He had just forgotten what he was, he hadn’t actually changed.
“Tell us what you want.” Dean said. “We’ll figure this out.”
“I want him to remember and then I want him gone. I do want a father, but I’m happy with my father figures.”
“Can you make him remember?” Bruce asked.
“I have an idea, we’ll be right back.”
“You can talk in front of us, Sam.” Anthony said.
“Better we don’t.”
They trusted Anthony and Bruce but some things were better kept in the family specifically the things that went on after the accident. Sam stood up first and then took Dean’s hand to follow him outside. His brain was working overtime and he had an idea that he thought might work, but that was only if he could convince Dean.
They still had no idea what Jenny could do but she seemed to have some sort of precognitive ability that wasn’t visions. It was insight, the same kind of thing Mikey had. Mikey had also instructed Dean to take a nap and he did. By Sam’s reasoning if he got one gift from Jenny then maybe his other gift had come from Dean. It was possibly even if Ethan and Evan got something completely random.
If that was true then all they had to do was find Ray and tell him to remember before they told him to leave town and never bother Anthony or Nathan again. No one had to die, no one had to be hurt anymore and the kids didn’t have to get involved, at least not with Ray. Sam was already planning to sit Ethan and Evan down and asking them to help out Bruce who had healed but still wasn’t one hundred present.
“Uh, so you think that I can just tell people what to do and they’ll do it?”
“Yeah, like the power of persuasion.”
“What about that thing I told you to do last night and you wouldn’t?” Dean asked. “I really like that.”
“I know you do, but my neck gets tired and I did it for like an hour. Also, I’d have to imagine that it wouldn’t work on me.”
“Then why did it work on me?”
“Maybe Mikey’s stronger.” Sam shrugged. “We can try this or go to option B.”
“Which is?”
“Take Mikey with us.”
“Absolutely not. I’ll kill this guy before I have Mikey around him.”
“So, uh…”
“How does it hurt your neck?” Dean asked. “I mean you were just lying there.”
“Do we have to talk about this now?”
“No.” Dean shook his head. “Sammy, I’m proud of you for not crying.”
“Me too. How about you give it a trial run on one of them?”
“You want me to order one of them to do something and see if it works?” Dean asked. “That’s messed up.”
Dean wasn’t even sure if it was going to work or if he should do a trial run. Obviously he’d have no problem doing it to Ray, but Anthony and Bruce were their friends and it made him feel a little underhanded.
“Just tell Anthony to do something for you, really think about it and imagine it happening and we’ll see where it goes. You’re not going to hurt him.”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll give you two hours tonight if you at least try.”
“Deal.”
When they got back inside Anthony was still leaning against Bruce while they sang to each other. Apparently Bruce wanted him to tell him more and Anthony had no problem with that. He was a method actor and even when he was upset he was still Danny Zuko and only a few weeks away from his big stage debut.
“Anthony?”
“Yeah?”
“Fix me a sandwich.”
“Screw you.” Anthony laughed. “What do I look like, your bitch?”
“Fix me a sandwich.”
Dean tried very hard the second time and he still didn’t feel anything different, but apparently it had worked because Anthony got right up from the ground and walked past them to get through the kitchen. Sam was pretty shocked even if he suspected it would work. There couldn’t be a worse power for Dean to have, but hopefully he’d be responsible with it instead of just ordering everyone to do his bidding.
“You.”
“Me?” Bruce asked.
“Get naked and shake it around for me.”
“Dean!” Sam yelled.
“Why is he making you a sandwich?” Bruce asked. “Help me up.”
Dean hadn’t really tried to get him naked since he was sure that was maybe behaving a little inappropriately especially in Charlie’s new nursery. Sam helped him up and then Dean went to the kitchen to stop Anthony in the middle of making a sandwich. He looked a little confused but he was just fine once Dean told him to stop but thanked him anyway.
“Okay, where is your dad?”
“He gave me his address.”
“We’ll go handle this.”
“How?” Anthony asked. “You’re just going to…”
“Make him remember.” Dean said. “We’re not going to kill him, but he won’t bother you anymore.”
“Ever?”
“Is that what you want?” Sam asked. “We can make him move to the other side of the country if you want.”
“How?”
“Don’t worry about that, just trust us.”
“Okay.” Anthony nodded. “I do. Just get rid of him.”
“We will.”
“Thanks guys.” Bruce smiled. “We appreciate it.”
“Dad’s going to pick up the kids, but if you wanted to talk to him, he’ll be at the house later.” Dean said. “If you wanted to talk.”
“Thanks, Dean, I’ll go talk to him later.”
“Okay, we’ll be back.”
They hugged both of them before leaving to walk back to the house. Anthony was still a little upset, but they got a few laughs out of him and Bruce was there to keep an eye on him. The whole situation sucked, but Dean was pretty sure they could make it right and clean up John’s mess like he had done for them.
Ray’s apartment was only a few minutes from their house. It was actually very close to Oakwood which had Dean very worried. He didn’t like him being so close to so many kids and that was all it took for him to convince himself he was doing the right thing. He knew Anthony and Nathan were better off without Ray around, but he was their father and he had tried to make amends before he went to jail. Still just because he wouldn’t do anything to them didn’t mean all the other kids in the world were safe.
When they knocked on his door he smiled like they were old friends and welcomed them in. The fucking demon was a real bitch because she had not only made him forget what he had done, but she had given him and Anthony a contrasting set of memories. During their nine months Anthony remembered the physical abuse but not the sexual. Ray didn’t remember any of it, he was just a dad who held up a liquor store.
Once they were inside Dean was conflicted again because Ray was just so normal. His apartment was pretty bare with just a sleeping bag and a microwave. He felt inclined to explain that it was either a roof over his head or some nice furniture and he couldn’t have one without the other. He had already gotten a job at a warehouse driving a forklift, it didn’t pay much but it was a start and he was thankful that someone would take a chance on a man who just got out of prison. He hoped in time he could find a better job because he wanted to help Anthony out whenever he could. He was going to be a grandpa and he couldn’t wait to meet the baby.
He even bought a toy for him after he left Anthony’s house. Apparently Anthony hadn’t kicked him out, but simply told him they’d get in touch with him soon. He needed to have him out of the way so he could figure out what to do after he gave John a piece of his mind.
“Ant says it’s a boy.”
“You call him Ant?” Sam asked.
“Sometimes. Called ‘em Nate and Tony when they were kids, but Anthony didn’t like Tony once he got older. He’s about to be a dad now. I feel like I’ve been gone a really long time. I haven’t seen Nate in years.”
“Would you, um.” Dean cleared his throat. “Would you want him to spend some time with you alone?”
“I’d love that.” Ray nodded. “But Anthony won’t let that happen. I used to drink a lot and he’s not comfortable with me around his brother. That’s okay though, I mean he looks out for him, you know?”
“Yeah.” Sam sighed. “Can you do this Dean?”
Sam couldn’t take much more. It wasn’t what he was saying, it was how optimistic he looked. He seemed so happy and they both knew why. It wasn’t because he was out of jail and got to see his kids again. He looked like John did when he first saw Mikey, he looked like someone’s grandfather.
“Do what?” Ray asked. “Hey, do you two know this guy Bruce?”
“He’s my stepbrother.” Dean said. “He’s great.”
“Is Anthony happy?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.” Ray smiled. “He’s a nice looking guy. They have a nice house too, he’s done well for himself.”
“What’d you buy Charlie?”
“Who?”
“The baby.” Dean said. “They’re naming him Charlie.”
“Oh.”
Ray nodded and then pulled over his bag from Toys-r-us. Inside was a little stuffed bear with brown fur and light blues eyes. It was tiny, the perfect size for a baby and something every child would enjoy as one of their first toys. Ray was staring at it like he was holding the holy grail in his hands and that just broke Dean’s heart.
“It’s a little bear. They had a bigger one but I didn’t have much to spend and babies are little. You two have kids, don’t you?”
“Five boys. Michael, Mikey, Ethan, Evan, and Ollie. We’re pregnant with twins or maybe more.” Dean smiled. “Due in November.”
“Dean.” Sam whispered. “Please.”
“Yeah. Ray listen to me.”
“Okay.”
“You need to remember what you did. I want you to remember and then pack up your stuff and move to California. Don’t get in contact with Anthony or Nathan, don’t call or write. Don’t even think about them, forget all about them.”
They could see it rushing back as Dean gave his orders. The bear dropped from his hand while he started to cry and nod. He was a monster, but they had seen who he could have been and that was so fucking hard Dean wanted to scream.
“I want you to never touch another child like you touched your son, don’t think about it, don’t get a job near kids, when you see one you cross the street. When you find a place to live you’ll send us a letter with your address and if you move or get a new number you’ll do the same. Do you understand?”
“Yeah.”
Dean dug in his wallet and pulled out all the cash he had. He never carried much, but he had a few twenties and a hundred dollar bill. Sam did the same until he had enough for a motel room for a few days until he could find a new job and a new apartment.
“Go.”
“302 Maple, right?” Ray asked.
“Yeah.” Dean nodded.
“Will you give him the bear?”
“We will.
Ray nodded and then grabbed his keys. He didn’t take anything with him except for the clothes on his back. Dean had taken care of everything and if his gift worked the way they thought it did then he’d be out of their hair forever.
“I wish you had killed me.”
“What?” Sam asked.
“You heard me. This is worse than death. Tell him I’m sorry.”
“Who?” Dean asked.
“My…uh…” Ray sighed. “I can’t remember.”
He looked at both of them and then back at the bear before he walked right out of the apartment without saying a word. Sam had been crying for so long that Dean felt like it was his turn. Ray was a monster, but that wasn’t all he was. Dean had not only sent him away but he took the memory of his sons away from him just to keep everyone safe. He was capable of doing something that John had risked his soul for and that was the most upsetting things of all.
“It’s okay, Dean.”
“I know, we did the right thing.”
“Yeah.”
“But it’s not easy.” Dean sighed. “Will you hold on to me for a while?”
“Yeah.” Sam said as he hugged him. “I will.”
Mikey always knew when Dean needed cheering up. It was something Sam was certain he would have been able to do even without any special talents. It was just who he was because Dean was his father and he learned by example to help people feel better when they were sad. Mikey always did a fantastic job at it because he had a great teacher.
As soon as they got back home from Ray’s apartment Mikey dragged them into the basement where Dean’s guitar and the rest of the kids were waiting. Michael was even there with Ollie sitting in his lap. It was Friday so he came home a little earlier than usual which was great since they both needed all the kids around to make themselves feel better.
John was with them too, looking a little upset. He quickly asked if everything was okay and they both nodded. It was a hard decision to make, but they did what they had to do. Father or not, Anthony and Nathan were better with Ray already on his way to the other side of the country. If they ever did for some God forsaken reason want him back in their lives Dean was sure he could make that happen since he had made him forget.
Once they were all in the basement Mikey sat down at his piano and nodded towards the guitar. Dean had gotten a lot better at it, but he still wasn’t great, not until he needed to be. He picked it up, put it over his shoulder and just waited. Mikey then launched into a new creation he was making up off the top of his head. It seemed very influenced by Michael because it was the twangiest piece of music they had ever heard.
Not only could Mikey play his little keyboard perfectly, but he managed to figure out everything it could do. He set it to drums and recorded a loop to play in the background before he switched back over to piano. All he needed was a little guitar so Dean gave it all he could to accompany his little prodigy.
It only took them about a minute to work the song out. Mikey’s drum loop kept on going while he improvised on the piano. Dean started off slowly before he began to strum along. When they really got into the swing of things Ethan and Evan hopped off the sofa and pulled Sam along with them so they could dance. They always wanted to dance with him because Dean was very self conscious about his own dancing. Sam just didn’t give a damn, he’d close his eyes and just grove along with them.
Ollie didn’t want to be left out so he went to stand right in front of Dean and do a little inspirational dancing that made him play a little harder and made Mikey play a little faster.
Even Michael couldn’t stay sitting. The song was so upbeat anyone who heard it would have been up off their ass and dancing like no one was watching. He danced with Sam first and then eyed John across the room. He rarely danced but his head was bopping along with the music so Michael took the opportunity to pull him over so all the Winchesters could danced together.
Dean was even dancing as he played his guitar and leaned into the notes. It was pretty damn sexy, but all Sam cared about was how much he was smiling. Everyone seemed so happy with the impromptu song and dance. Ethan and Evan were doing the best, but they weren’t nearly as scandalous as little Ollie. He had Dean’s full attention but he still took off his shirt and did a little jig with his hands on his belly.
It was all so adorable Sam couldn’t help but forget all about how much crying he had done. He knew he had gotten a little too emotional about the new babies and was letting it affect everything in their lives. He decided that he was a great dad to the kids they had and he’d continue to be a great dad to the ones on the way. If he messed up that was just fine because he had Dean to help him out and a whole bunch of big brothers.
All they really needed was someone blowing into a jug and Sam was sure they’d be in the middle of a proper hoedown. Ethan and Evan were doing a little line dancing and even John was busy trying to copy their steps and failing miserable. He was a little too white or too straight, whatever it was he just couldn’t do it, but he was doing his best and that was all that mattered.
He had the biggest smile on his face until he looked up and saw that Anthony was watching them with an even bigger smile. He could have felt like crap but no one would be able to be upset when they saw them dancing and heard the song.
Whenever Mikey really got into playing he could only keep up the pace for a few minutes before he’d wrap it up and dramatically wipe off his forehead with a heavy sigh. He had impressed the hell out of them again and was rewarded with a thunderous applause as soon as he spun around on his stool.
“Thank you!”
“Mikey.” Sam said as he kneeled down. “That was fantastic.”
“And?” Dean cleared his throat.
“Um, and daddy’s gee-tar playin’ was just what you needed to make it super fantastic. He played so well I thought it was his birthday.”
“Oh boy!” Dean said as he took off the guitar. “You did great, buddy, what do you call it?”
“The HillWilliam Blues.” Mikey nodded. “After muh brover.”
“And my dancing?” Ethan asked. “Was it sexy?”
“Yep.” Sam nodded.
“Grandpa?” Evan asked. “Did we do it for you?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well.” Michael said as he tried to catch his breath. “That was a fantastic song with a fantastic title, thank you, Mikey. I think we all deserve some celebration smoothies.”
“Oooh.” Ollie laughed as Michael picked him up. “Belly.”
“I’ll uh, save you guys some.” Michael said as he looked over at John. “We’re gonna be in the kitchen.”
“Okay.” Dean nodded. “We’ll be down here for a little bit, I think.”
“Take as long as you need, come on brothers, it’s double strawberry Friday. You look nice today, Anthony.”
“You too, Michael, you going out tonight?”
“Yeah.”
“How was work?”
“Good.” Michael nodded. “Took off a little early to have some fun with my brothers before my date.”
“Where are you two going?”
“Mini golf.”
Alex and Michael were so cute. Most guys probably would have been going to dinner or a movie, but they seemed to have a very specific dating plan which had them playing mini-golf, or riding in goal carts most of the time. It didn’t really matter what they did because they were having fun and taking their relationship nice and a slow.
After the kids spent a few seconds talking with Anthony they all followed Michael up the stairs to get their smoothies. They loved them, especially when he made them because he sometimes snuck in a spoonful of sugar when Sam wasn’t watching, or when he thought he wasn’t watching.
“I’m sorry, John.”
“Me too.”
“I was just really upset that he showed up.” Anthony nodded. “I didn’t mean to hit you.”
“Everyone gets one.” John laughed. “Tell me what I can do to make this up to you. I’ll do anything.”
Dean looked over at Sam and raised his eyebrow because it seemed like Anthony was finally in a position to get a little loving from John or at least be the audience of one for a special show. If they did disappear for a few hours Dean wasn’t sure if they should say anything because Anthony wanted him and John wanted to make it up to him. It would probably be the unhealthiest thing two people could do but it was their choice to make.
“Anything?”
“Carol said I should do whatever it takes to make this up to you.”
“Bruce said I should do whatever it takes to make me feel better.”
Sam was just about to butt in when Dean grabbed his hand and squeezed it. Permission from their partners didn’t make it any better but they were both adults and they had to do what they had to do. Sam was pretty sure Anthony wouldn’t ask for sex or anything sexual at all, but he wanted to maybe remind them that it rarely solved problems and in some cases it created more.
“Can we go out tonight?” Anthony asked.
“Uh.” John nodded. “Yeah, if that’s what you want, like a date?”
“Kind of.”
“I can do that.”
John was nodding very rapidly which made Sam think that he had little interest in actually taking Anthony on a date. They could go have dinner and talk, but he wasn’t entirely sure that’s what Anthony was suggesting. He seemed a little nervous while he stood across from John and if he was asking for a romantic date Sam didn’t think he’d be nervous at all since he had already pretty much told him all the insane things he’d do to him in bed with no problem.
“Are you ever going to sleep with me?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“If I didn’t, would you?” Anthony asked.
“No, I love you, but I’m married and not even curious.”
“Good.”
“What?” Dean asked.
“Shh.” Sam whispered.
“I’d like you to take Bruce and me to a football game tonight. The high school is playing and I’ve never been to a game. He used to go with his dad a lot and I think he’d really like it. My son needs a grandpa and you’re the best I know. Maybe in a few years the four of us can go and you can tell him what’s happening because I sure as hell don’t know.”
“Wait a minute!”
“Dean, shut up.” Sam said tugging at his hand.
Dean certainly didn’t think that sex would solve their problems and a trip to a football game was just about the best thing he had ever heard but he had a lot of trouble believe that Anthony would just throw away what was probably his one chance to sleep with John.
“You’re choosing football over a pappy pounding?”
“That I am.”
“Why?”
“Yeah.” John coughed. “I’m kind of wondering too. Are you not attracted to me anymore?”
“I am, but the way I see it Charlie needs a grandpa and I don’t want to sleep with his grandpa. Well, I do, but Bruce and I always agreed that if one of us was going to do something then we’d both have to be there and…”
“You just said Bruce was okay with this.”
“Yeah, and I got you to say you would sleep with me and now Dean can make fun of you forever.”
“Son of a bitch.” John said as he shook his head.
“Anyway, obviously me, you and Bruce, isn’t going to happen since you’re married to his mother.”
“Ew.” Dean whispered.
“And.” Anthony said looking at Dean. “Bruce is going to be thirty in a few years.”
“Oh and we can’t poke you if you poke dad.”
“Exactly.”
“Let me interrupt here.” Sam said raising his hand. “Just a second and we’ll get back to the matter at hand. We are not having sex with you and Bruce when he turns thirty.”
“What!” Dean yelled.
“I refuse to do it and you can’t do it without my permission.”
“You said we…”
“I know I did, but I’m not letting them…” Sam sighed. “Dad, cover your ears.”
“No!”
“Fine then.” Sam nodded. “That’s fine. I’m not letting you fuck another guy and another guy isn’t fucking you. That’s mine and this is yours.”
Sam pointed at his ass and John very quickly put his hands over his ears. Bruce had mentioned them doing something when he turned thirty which was a little casual masturbation, but Sam had been with two people in his whole life and he was proud of that. He did want to take a crack at Anthony and Bruce, but he wanted Dean to be the only man he was with even more. They had years before they had to worry about it and when the time came they could all beat off together if Bruce and Anthony still wanted that.
Sam wasn’t sure they would because they’d have a kid by then and if Anthony was willing to give up his once chance with John to have a grandpa for his son, he was pretty sure he’d be willing to give up a night of mutual masturbation.
“You want me to be the only guy you’re with?” Dean smiled before he whispered. “Only one inside?”
“Yes.”
“You both suck! Bruce is going to be so upset!”
“Maybe.” Sam sighed. “Maybe we can all do something in the same room. I hardly think this is the time to be talking about this, don’t you want to know what happened with your dad?”
“Yeah.” Anthony said as he pulled John’s hands down. “What happened?”
“We gave him some money and sent him to the other side of the country. He’s not going to bother you anymore.”
“How do you know?” John asked.
“Trust me.” Dean laughed. “Better off not knowing.”
“He uh.” Sam sighed as he walked over to the pool table. “He bought something for the baby.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Sam said as he handed him the bear. “It’s the best he could do.”
Anthony took it and studied it for a second. They didn’t want to tell him everything his father had said because that would make things much harder than they needed to be. All he needed to know was that he was gone and until he wanted him back in his life he wouldn’t be bothering anyone else.
When Anthony handed the bear to John he smiled at him. John smiled back and then nodded. They might have had incredible hot or maybe ridiculous awkward sex. They would probably continue to flirt with each other, but something had changed. Anthony wanted to be adopted just so he could have a dad and he finally had one, one of the best there were.
“I got this for Charlie.” John said as he handed the bear back.
“Thanks, John.” Anthony smiled. “He’ll like this.”
“And I’d be happy to take you guys to the game tonight.”
“Will you buy the nachos?”
“I sure will.”
Anthony smiled again before he went in for his hug. He moved just as fast as he had when he hit John earlier, but instead of hitting him he threw his arms around him and pulled him close.
“You two talk.” Sam said. “We have something to do.”
“I thought your neck got tired.”
“Not that.” Sam sighed. “Come on.”
As they went to walk back up the stairs Dean paused to turn around and grab Ollie’s shirt off the ground. As soon as he got it Anthony back away and kissed John. Sam gasped and Dean stayed frozen wondering just what the hell was going to happen. They weren’t making out, but their lips were pressed together for a few seconds that seemed like hours.
“Huh.” Anthony said as he backed away.
“Um.”
Anthony grabbed his head and went in for a second time that was a little more aggressive. Dean dropped the shirt and then backed up until he felt Sam just incase he happened to pass out. They were making out, at least Anthony was making out with John which was incredibly disturbing.
“Huh.” Anthony said again.
“Wow.” John coughed. “Huh.”
“That did nothing for me.”
“Oh.”
“You kiss your wife like that?” Anthony asked. “No wonder she’s always working.”
“I don’t kiss guys. Oh God, I kissed a guy.”
“He kissed you!” Dean yelled. “You’re fired!”
“Nothing?” John asked. “Not even a little?”
“Sorry, John.” Anthony sighed. “I think we should just be friends. Also, I’ve made out with three generations of Winchesters!”
“Congratulations.” Sam laughed. “Uh, you two talk and don’t do things to each other.”
“And each other’s butts! Yeah!”
Sam shuddered and then dragged Dean up the stairs. He certainly didn’t need to see John’s first gay kiss but at least they had something else to make fun of him for. They were both glad he didn’t like it and ecstatic that Anthony wasn’t into it because Charlie needed a grandpa and he deserved the best.
When they got upstairs Ethan and Evan were sitting on the sofa in Bruce’s lap. He looked a little uncomfortable since his hip was still bothering him a lot but he didn’t ask them to move. He let them both sit there and ask him questions about his cane. Ethan wanted to know if he’d ever dance again which Bruce wasn’t sure about. Evan wanted to know if he ever thought about painting it pink which upset Dean a little more than the kiss. Bruce wasn’t going to paint it, but since it seemed like it was going to be around for a long time he was thinking about getting a really cool dark wooden one with a big stone in the handle.
“Hey, why don’t you two come sit by me?” Dean asked.
“We’re going to hug him first.” Evan smiled. “I think he needs a hug.”
“Can we daddy?” Ethan asked Sam. “You know, hug him?”
“We were just about to ask if you wanted to.”
“I love hugs from you guys.” Bruce laughed. “They’re the best I ever get.”
“Better than Anthony?” Evan asked.
“Yeah we don’t touch his butt.” Ethan whispered. “Always with the butt.”
“He likes them! I told you he’s a top. Like us.”
“What!” Bruce yelled. “Dean?”
“Get over it.” Dean laughed. “They’re tops.”
Sam shook his head and decided that his sons were tops and they could worry about that later. Currently his only concern was getting Bruce his special hug from two special little boys. Bruce obviously had no idea what was going on, or that anything was happening at all until he sighed a little and started to sweat while they hugged him tighter. It was a little uncomfortable, at least what Sam could remember when they healed him, but it was mostly the heat and that went away after a few seconds.
“Smoothies!” Ethan smiled.
“Daddy, Michael is making us one big one with two straws.”
“Oh?” Dean asked.
“Yes, you can do that when you’re married. I love you!”
“I love you too.” Dean laughed. “Have fun.”
Ethan and Evan both took of running while Sam walked over and kicked Bruce’s cane sending it sliding across the floor. He had a very difficult time walking without it, but his difficult times were over.
Dean got up too and they both pulled him to his feet. He was a baby again taking his first few shaky steps before he found his balance and walked across the living room with no problem at all.
“Wow.” Bruce said as he started to cry. “How did they…”
“Don’t question it.” Sam smiled. “How’s it feel?”
“Amazing. I feel so happy right now. It doesn’t hurt at all.”
“Good.” Dean laughed. “Now Anthony made it with dad.”
“Who cares!”
Bruce took off running towards the kitchen so he could properly thank Ethan and Evan for helping him out. That why they had their gift, so they could fix the things wrong with the people they cared about and make them happy.
“He’s got a great ass.” Dean sighed. “I could have torn that up for hours, man.”
“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “He does, but so do I.”
“And my neck never gets tired.”
“Very true. You feel better now?”
“I do, I mean, Anthony’s happy, I can’t feel bad if he’s happy.”
“And he’s probably deep throating dad downstairs.”
“Can we uh.” Dean shrugged as he kicked at the floor. “Maybe after the kids go to bed.”
“Maybe you should order me to do it.”
Dean did order him, and Sam let it think it worked, but the truth was there were some things he could have gladly done if he just asked nicely.