Big Bang 2013: Leaving Footprints behind Chapter 13
After finding the pictures as well as the maps and other information that the kidnappers had gathered, Sam decided that it might be best that they pack up everything and take with them. It was getting late and he didn’t want to leave the impala parked outside a place like this. Pregnant or not, Dean would so kick his ass if something happened to that car.
Back at the house, Sam took the things from the motel room and hung it on the wall of his office so that both he and Garth could study it. One of the things that stood out was a map with a lot of markings in Nebraska and a couple in Kansas.
Remembering that Tamara and Isaac had lived in Lincoln, Sam reasoned that it was probably still Tamara’s base of operation, so he guessed that several of the markings were jobs that they’d worked while stalking him and Dean, but he would check just to be sure.
One by one, he marked off several towns and cities off the map as actual jobs. There was a haunting in Omaha and Nebraska City, a vengeful spirit in Beatrice. There’d been a rugaru in Concordia and in Salina, nothing. There had been no job in Salina yet the stupid motherfuckers marked it anyway.
“Wait, Salina…Garth what did Candi with an ‘I’ say about Salina?” Sam barked at Garth.
“Oh, did you find something?” Garth asked.
“Maybe, what did she say?” he questioned again trying to tamp down his frustration at not having his question answered.
“That Tamara was visiting her sister, Celine. Do you think that she heard Salina and confused the two?” Garth probed as he caught on to Sam’s train of thought.
“I’m thinking that that’s all I have to go on for now and we need to follow the lead and see where it takes us.”
“Well the, let’s see what we can find out about Salina,” Garth muttered to himself as he opened his laptop.
Not leaving anything to chance, Sam opened his laptop and using some of the software that Frank Devereux had given him, he skip traced Tamara and David. David Beyers, the man whose wife he’d killed when he was soulless. Even though he could understand David’s need, he didn’t understand Tamara’s need for revenge. Demons killed Isaac and there was no way she could blame Sam or Dean for Isaac’s death. The problem was that, she was a hunter who lived on the edge, and living that kind of life that didn’t always mean logical choices were made. He had to find Dean now.
Sam heard Garth making calls to some of the cheaper motels in the area but no one matching the couple’s description had checked into any of them. That meant one of three things, that they paid the desk clerk to lie, they went to the seediest place in town, something similar to the Flamingo, or they’d found a house to crash. He’d hoped that it wasn’t a house because that would make them harder to find.
The phone woke them, but then they weren’t supposed to be sleep, they were supposed to be searching for Dean who’d been kidnapped the day before.
“Sam, please hurry,” Missouri, pleaded before she hung up.
It could be about Dean, did she have a vision? Something that would help him locate his lover. Sam woke Garth and they headed back to Missouri’s. It was still dark when they left the house, but when they reached their destination a few minutes later, the sun was starting to peak through the clouds giving the gingerbread-trimmed house a false image of innocence.
A dazed and shocked Missouri was on the porch waiting for them when they arrived, tugging at her sweater to keep her warm against the cool air, summer was coming, but the mornings still held onto the chill of spring. Missouri was wearing a sweater, but not her usual cockiness, something was wrong, and when he and Garth followed her inside, they caught a heavy scent of copper. Blood. To smell it like this that meant that a lot had been spilled.
Cautiously, and with guns drawn, Sam and Garth followed the scent to the room Walt was recuperating in and found that whoever had visited Missouri’s during the night ended his recuperation with a bullet through the heart. The hunter had bled out staining the bed and part of the floor red with his blood.
Slumped up against the wall next to the bed, Dr. Robert was slowly coming to from the bump he received to the back of his head. He gingerly place his hand on the floor to give himself leverage to stand up, but his hand slipped in the pool of Walt’s still warm blood, sending him back to the floor. Dr. Robert wiped his hand on the white lab coat he was wearing, leaving what looked like a psychotic child’s finger painting on the stark white coat.
Once Sam was sure that the doctor was fine, he continued to search the room before asking, “Where’s Eva?” It seemed that everyone was accounted for except Eva.
“They came in here and took her Sam; they needed her for Dean, for the baby.” Missouri told him
“They took her? Why? I don’t understand Missouri; why not take the doctor, why do they need Eva for Dean?”
“Dr. Robert fought them and they hurt him and I guess it would have drawn too much attention to them carrying an unconscious man from my house. They’ve visited Dr. Robert over the years and they knew Eva’s skill set, knew that she could do a C-section when the time comes.”
“What if Eva makes a mistake and hurts Dean?” Sam asked, but scared that he already knew the answer.
“They gave me a piece of Dean’s clothing and made me do a reading, this last change is coming a lot sooner than it should and the baby will be alright, but he won’t be full term.” She stopped and inhaled a deep shaky breath before continuing, “They know when he’s supposed to be born and needed help delivering the baby. The thing is Sam, they don’t intend for Dean to survive this, they just want the baby.”
Sam wanted to leave right now and tear apart Salina until he found Dean but he couldn’t leave Walt’s body there for Missouri and Dr. Robert to deal with. The pair of them were used to dealing with hunters and worked from the fringe, but disposing of dead bodies and bloody mattresses, that was a hunters job and he and Garth had to work fast to get Walt in the trunk of the Impala and the bedding disposed of without neighbors becoming suspicious.
They waited until the morning rush had gone and weekend joggers had made their first pass before they were able to move the tarp wrapped body. The mattress was going to harder to move, but Garth came up with the idea of acquiring an enclosed trailer. Three hours later they were on the road with the plan to find some isolated woods between here and Salina to put Walt’s body into the trailer and burn all three and give the bastard a hunter’s funeral because despite what he’d done to him and Dean, Walt had saved a lot of civilians.
Once he was loaded into the trunk, Sam and Garth sat at Missouri’s kitchen table to check for results on their skip tracing for relatives for Tamara in Salina, but there were no results and Sam slammed his laptop shut as he uttered, “Fuck!”
“Watch your mouth boy,” she warned. “Other than the obvious, what’s wrong now?”
“We’re looking for Tamara’s sister who supposedly lives in Salina,” Garth explained, “and we can’t find any information about her, as a matter of fact everything I’ve found points to her never having left Bristol, England.”
“Maybe…” Missouri started, “no that’s just a hunch, and it’s probably wrong, never mind.”
“What is it Missouri,” Sam asked. “Because I gotta tell you, your hunches are better than most folk’s facts.”
“Well there’s an old convent there, the same folks who like to visit Atchison go there because the convent was near an old grave yard and they go there to do etchings.”
“Her older sister…” Sam and Garth said at the same time.
Sam’s fingers flew across the keyboard as he searched for the location of the old convent abandoned in 1902, “got it, lets’ go.”
Dean was tired. He had worked for hours trying to free himself from the ropes that the hunters had tied him with, but with little success; it didn’t help that they’d blindfolded him so he couldn’t see what he was working with. The only thing he could figure out was that the more he tried to free himself, the tighter the ropes became until, finally, he had to give up or risk cutting off circulation to his hands.
He was not sure what Tamara and David had planned for him; the only thing he knew was that they wanted his baby. They hadn’t discussed much more than that before they’d dumped him here and headed out again.
While they were gone, there was a mystery man left to guard him. His job had been to make sure that Dean was fed and didn’t escape. That meant Dean had to spend that time alone in the room not only being humiliated by being left tied up and blindfolded, but also having to relieve himself in a bucket and suffer the smells because it wasn’t being emptied.
When Dean heard the door open, he stopped trying to free himself and deemed his attempt to get out of the ropes a failure. If he hadn’t been able to do it when he was on his own, the likelihood that he’d be able to do it with his kidnappers in the room was slim.
They hadn’t been brutal towards him, but they hadn’t exactly been nice either; that was why the gentle hands removing his blindfold came as such a shock. It took a minute for Dean’s eyes to adjust to the light, but that didn’t matter because he didn’t need to see to know who had removed the blindfold; he’d recognize that brusque voice anywhere - Eva.
“What the fuck have you done to him? Happy mommy means healthy baby,” Eva spat at the pair as she started to check Dean for injuries.
Embarrassed to be found tied up like this, not sure why she was here, Dean struggled to get away as she tried to untie his bound hands but he could barely move them. He felt even more helpless than before.
“It’s okay, Dean,” Eva whispered. “It’s okay; Sam will find us and get us out of here.”
Dean nodded his head in agreement, but stayed silent; he was mad at himself for crying, especially in front of Eva. It seemed that ever since this pregnancy had started, he was either crying, stressed or sick; it was infuriating and more than a little embarrassing. “Why did they bring you here?”
“I’m not sure; I think they tried to take Bob but he fought them and they knocked him out. While I was trying to bring him around, they grabbed me,” she told him, omitting the fact that the duo had killed Walt.
“Shut up, you two,” Tamara demanded. “I didn’t bring her here for caring and sharing.”
“Why is she here then? Hell, for that matter, why am I here?” Dean asked, trying to see if she’d give him any information.
“You want to know why you’re going to die, love?” Tamara replied, sarcasm dripping from her every word. “Or do you want to know how you’re going to die? If I didn’t know that it would hurt your magic baby, then you would already have had a Drano cocktail by now.”
“Please spare me the theatrics. I get it; you’re punishing me for something a black eyed demon did because you’re crazy. Just tell me what you’re planning for my baby?”
“Why, Dean, Baby Winchester is going to call me mum and David dad while your body is rotting away six feet under. We’ll be thousands of miles away in England, and your baby will grow up on bangers and mash and play proper football, instead of the crap game you Yanks play.”
“You seem to have that backwards,” Dean laughed. “You’ll be dad and David will be mom because, out of the two of you, you’re the one with the balls.”
“I’m also the one with the gun, so do as I say or I will shoot her and cut that little bastard out of you myself. Are we clear?” she threatened.
“Crystal,” Dean confirmed.
“Good. Make sure that he eats and drinks as he should; I don’t want him harming my baby,” Tamara instructed Eva before she left the room.
“Please tell me that Sam is on the way?” Dean pleaded.
“I’m sorry, Dean; all I know is that he didn’t realize that you were missing until he came home from work. I can’t really tell you anymore because Bob and I were working to save the hunter that Tweedle dumb and Tweedle dee attacked.”
“If he is looking then we’ll be found,” Dean assured her. “When Sam is tracking or researching something, he’s worse than a dog with a bone. If he wants it, he will get it.”
Dean stressed the ‘if’, because he still had issues about Sam not looking for him when he was in Purgatory. He knew Sam loved him and that he wanted this baby, , but there was a part of Dean that still doubted his importance to Sam.
“You said ‘if’ Sam was working. Are you still hung up on the fact that he didn’t look for you while you were in Purgatory?” Eva asked.
“Yahtzee,” Dean tried for bravado, but the break in his voice gave him away.
“Dean…” Eva started.
“Look, Eva, I…he found someone else and was making a life with her. It’s funny, my memory is shot to shit, but I remember that. I remember that Sam forgot about me and I fought every day to get back to him, not knowing that I didn’t have something to come home to.”
“He must have felt something Dean or else you wouldn’t be walking around with that baby Sasquatch inside of you,” she countered. “Maybe Sam thought he couldn’t do it, or maybe he just didn’t know how to find you. Perhaps it was better not to try than to fail.”
“This thing between us was too strong for me to walk away from, but I still hope the fact that he didn’t search for me will be wiped from my memory. It hurts too much to carry that knowledge around.”
“You’re going to have to forgive him at some point, because it’s too hard for him to live with that hanging over his head when he can barely hold his own shit together.”
“Okay,” Dean agreed.
“Okay, now that we’re done feeling our feelings, back to the business at hand; I know you’re a badass hunter, but right now that ass is pregnant and has to be careful.” Glancing at the uneaten meal from earlier, she informed him, “Not eating is hurting you not them, Dean; if you don’t keep your strength up, then you won’t be able to make it out of here on your own when Sam comes for you. For once, stop being so stubborn and let someone take care of you.”
“Unngh,” Dean grunted in answer.
“You okay?” Eva asked, concerned at the noise.
“No, not by a longshot; I hurt like hell,” Dean grunted again.
“Listen and listen carefully,” Eva whispered urgently. “Missouri did a reading for the dynamic duo in there and they know the baby is supposed to come early. They also know that there isn’t a natural way to get it out of you, so that’s what I’m here for, understand?”
Dean just nodded his head because while the pain was not as bad as some of the pain he’d experienced before, it still hurt enough to render him speechless. He bit back a groan because he remembered the humiliation of Tamara undressing him and the lewd comments she’d made, as David stood on guard with a gun. They’d taken his clothes off because they hadn’t believed that he still had a dick; it also made them realize that they had to find a way to get the baby from Dean’s body.
Even though he wasn’t sure that anyone was listening, Dean prayed. He got down on his fucking knees and prayed for Sam to hurry and rescue them, because he was in no shape to do it himself. Dean knew that things could go wrong, but he held onto the fact that he’d seen his son in the vision, alive and healthy; he just had to be strong and hold on until Sam and Garth arrived.
Castiel hadn’t thought that he would visit the Winchesters again before they both lost the last memories of their lives as hunters, but now he felt the distress of the souls that had worked so hard to pull the spell off. He heard their screams, but more importantly, Castiel heard the soft pleas of Dean’s prayers, and he would not let the invocations go unanswered.
He stood in a corner and watched as Dean writhed in pain; the man was undergoing the final transformation that would give him and Sam their new lives. He also noticed that the girl the hunters had kidnapped was worried, and when her prayers assaulted him, he realized why; the hunters wanted to take the baby and kill Dean. Castiel wasn’t going to let that happen, though; there was no way a pair of bitter hunters was going to take the boys’ new future away from them.
In the blink of an eye, Castiel was on the other side of the door and, though the hunters tried to attack him, he was too fast for them. With a touch of his hand, he smote them all and left their bodies where they fell.
He was going to check on Dean, but he sensed Sam coming and left.
Much to Sam’s dismay, it was late afternoon by the time he and Garth blew into the town of Salina. They were running behind because getting rid of Walt’s body had taken a hell of a lot longer than Sam had thought it would. As they’d stood there, guarding the body as it burned, Sam had gotten angrier by the minute; Walt was already dead, and they were wasting time Dean just didn’t have. But they’d both known that they couldn’t just leave the fire unattended; they’d had to make sure it was contained and that no one stumbled onto it.
They also had a huge problem; during their hasty research, the pair of them had somehow missed that there were two convents in Salina that closed in 1902, and both of them had bone yards attached. He had a plan but now he had to figure which convent would’ve been best for the hunters.
Pulling into the first parking lot he came across, Sam took out the map and studied the location of both convents. They stood about twenty miles apart; the one that was further south was much more isolated, with only the cemetery close by.
Studying the two locations, Sam didn’t bother to ask Garth his opinion; he just drove to the more isolated one. It was the one that he would’ve chosen because there was less chance of someone accidently stumbling across them. He closed the map and began driving; it was his family so it was his choice.
He was wrong. When they arrived at ‘Our Lady of Sam You Fucked Up’, he ran back to the car and hauled ass to the first convent, hoping that he wasn’t too late.
When he arrived there, Sam didn’t know what to make of what he saw. As he and Garth entered the convent, they found the bodies of Tamara, David and Roy lying in front of a closed door. Roy?
All three of them were missing their eyes, which had been burned out, and each body had matching wounds at the mouth and ears. He knew that there was only one being who could make those marks -Castiel. Sam shook his head; he’d let himself worry later about the fact that the angel wasn’t in Purgatory like they’d thought.
“Sam, is that Roy?” Garth whispered. “I thought Walt said he was dead? Why would he lie?”
“I don’t care,” Sam answered with a shrug, before placing a finger to his lips and signaling for Garth to be quiet.
Quickly, he motioned for the gangly man to move the bodies so they could get into the room. Once the entrance was clear, they drew their guns and slowly opened the door.
Sam barely made it out of the way before Eva hit Garth over the head with what looked like a slat from the bed. The man dropped to the floor, out cold.
“Sam,” she squealed. “Oh fuck, what did I just do?”
Sam glanced at Garth, checking that the man was still breathing, before he made his way over to the other occupant in the dark room.
“Dean,” he exclaimed when he noticed his older brother’s distress. “Baby, talk to me, please.”
“Knew you’d come, Sammy,” Dean slurred. “Wouldn’t leave me this time…take me home.”
Sam tucked his gun into the back of his jeans and reached down to pick Dean up from the bed. But as he slid his arms under Dean’s knees, his brother moaned in pain.
“Eva,” Sam called out to the young woman who was working on bringing Garth around. “Eva,” he said again when she didn’t answer; looking over at her, Sam paled at the sight of the surgical tools on the bedside table. “What’s wrong with him? He’s not in labor, is he?”
“He can hear you just fine so stop talking about me as though I’m not in the room,” Dean complained. “Not in labor…my dick hurts.”
“Eva?” Sam looked to her for reassurance because he was not sure what to make of that statement.
“It’s another one of those changes that he’s been going through, but this is the first time he’s actually shared what’s hurting,” she told him, turning her attention away from Garth. “Tamara and David heard him complain about being in pain and assumed that he was in labor; Queen Bitch came in, gave me the scalpel and told me to get to work. She wouldn’t listen when I told her that Dean wasn’t in labor.”
Once Garth came back around and was able to walk, Eva helped him to the car. Sam, though, refused to let go of Dean until his brother was sitting safely in the Impala. This time, the trip only took an hour and a half because Dean was in so much pain that Sam broke every speed limit to get him to Dr. Robert as soon as possible. That, however, wasn’t what Dean wanted.
“This isn’t home,” Dean complained when they came to a stop in Missouri’s driveway.
“No it’s not, but the doctor’s here,” Sam explained.
“How many times have we been through this, Sam? We know what’s happening, and there’s not a damn thing the doctor can do to change it, so take me home and let me be miserable in my own bed.”
Sam was about to argue, but one look at Dean’s face told him that it would be pointless; Dean had already made up his mind.
“Okay, we’ll go home, but Eva’s needs to go in…” Sam broke off because when he looked in the rearview mirror, he saw the woman looking down at Garth and shaking her head.
“I’ll come with you…someone needs to keep an eye on Garth,” she said as she stared at the hunter.
Sam didn’t respond; he just cranked up the car and drove to their home.
When they arrived at the house, Sam expected an argument from Dean when he insisted that he and Garth enter the house first, but he didn’t get one; Dean just let them lead the way. When it was clear that there was no one in the house, Dean and Eva were allowed to enter.
“Jeez, Sam, what is that smell?” Dean asked, making a gagging sound to keep from throwing up.
“The steaks,” Sam replied as he went to the kitchen to dispose of the offending items. When he came back into the den, Dean was already half way up the stairs.
“Dean, you should have waited and let me help you,” Sam reprimanded as he bounded up the stairs.
“I’m fine, Sam, just tired. All I wanna do is take a shower then go to sleep, and tomorrow, if I don’t forget what’s happened, I’m just going to pretend that it never took place. Eva’s making sure that Garth’s okay, but afterwards, can you show her where she can crash for the night?”
Sam was torn between helping a tired Dean into the shower and checking on Garth and Eva. Once he’d helped Dean to the top of the stairs, he went to check on Garth, knowing that his brother would be unhappy if he didn’t at least do that.
With a soft knock, Sam pushed the door open and was surprised to see Eva and Garth spooning. He so didn’t need to see that. As an afterthought, he checked that the doors before making his way upstairs to Dean. Dean, who must have taken the fastest shower known to man.
With a sigh, Sam shed his dirty clothes, took a quick shower, and slid into bed beside his lover.
The next morning, when Dean woke up, he thought for a moment that he was back at the convent, but then he rolled over and saw Sam’s face. He loved seeing Sam like this; his face relaxed in sleep with no worries. It reminded him of when Sam was a little boy and he gave away smiles free of charge.
Dean couldn’t help himself, he reached over and tucked Sam’s hair behind his ear so that his face was unobstructed. Beautiful. As he pulled his hand back, Dean noted the change in it; instead of the thick, blunt-nailed masculine hands he was used to, his hands were now long, slender and elegant.
He knew that he should be used to the changes by now, but each time it still caused him concern. Even his voice was becoming more feminine. What if this time the change in Dean’s body caused Sam’s desire to wane. What if he no longer wanted this relationship with Dean? Would Dean be stuck like this with a Swiss cheese memory and pregnant with his brother’s baby?
Slowly so as not to wake Sam, Dean rolled off the bed and made his was the bathroom When he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he gasped.
Dean studied himself and realized that his features were different too, while still being oddly familiar. His lightly freckled face that had once been handsome and masculine was now softly beautiful, and most definitely that of a woman. Had his breasts gotten larger as well? He’d always appreciated a nice rack.
His lashes were longer and thicker, his nose smaller and narrower, and then there were his cheekbones. They were still very prominent, but like his jawline, they were softer and more feminine. He’d never considered himself vain, but he was pretty, and he hoped that that, along with the baby, would be enough to keep Sam by his side.
The pressure from his bladder reminded him of why he’d gone into the bathroom in the first place, so he pulled down his sleep pants and went to sit on the toilet. At the last minute, though, he remembered how that had worked for him before and, instead, stood up and reached for his dick. Dean was more than a little shocked at what he found. Or rather, what he didn’t find.
While he’d always teased Sam about his huge dick, Dean had been no slouch in that department himself. Now, though, his dick had lost girth and length and it still hurt. With trembling hands, Dean began to piss; he had to bite his lip, though, to keep from screaming at the pain. It felt like salt poured on an open wound, and before his bladder was empty, he’d broken out in a sweat.
When the new pains had started yesterday, Dean had been half convinced that he was in labor, but there had been no contractions; the only thing that had hurt was his junk. Now he knew why - he was going to lose it. Missouri had told him that he was turning into a woman, but Dean had never thought about how it would happen, and this had certainly never crossed his mind.
In his mind, even after all the scares and pain, he’d believed that one day he’d just wake up with a pussy. But, then again, when had things ever been easy for them? Sam was going to have to be told; how could they possibly be intimate without Sam noticing his tiny dick. Dean would just have to figure it out on his own and getting back into bed with Sam, and his tempting body, really wouldn’t help with that.
It took four days for Sam to call him out on his behavior. Who’d he been trying to kid anyway? Just like his little brother couldn’t hide anything from him, Dean couldn’t hide anything from Sam. But how do you tell your lover that your dick has shrunk and now has a foreskin?
“Dean, what’s going on?” Sam asked after four days of Dean not letting his brother touch him. Dean had been lured from sleep by kisses and roaming hands, but before those hands could reach their goal, Dean jumped out of bed.
“What-what do you mean?” Dean stuttered, trying to hold off the inevitable.
“Dean, what is it?” Sam softly asked. “You look like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, so don’t pretend that there’s nothing going on. Come on, just tell me, please.”
Dean couldn’t form the words, so he just took a deep breath and pulled his sleep pants down. When there was no reaction from Sam, Dean remembered that even before it had started shrinking, his dick had been hidden by his pregnant belly.
Slowly he walked towards Sam, took one of his brother’s large hands and placed it on his crotch. He watched as realization dawned in his lover’s eyes.
“Oh, shit, Dean, I… this is really happening, isn’t it?” Sam asked, not sounding the least bit disgusted like Dean had thought he was going to.
“The distended belly didn’t clue you in?” Dean shyly asked, relieved that Sam wasn’t disgusted. “It… this doesn’t bother you?”
“Dean, how many times do I have to tell you? It’s not the package that I love, it’s you?” Sam reiterated. “Will you let me have a closer look?”
“Sam, it hurts to piss; I don’t think I can handle you touching me right now,” Dean told his brother as he took a step back.
“No, no I just want to look and see what’s happening. I know that you don’t want Dr. Robert to do that, do you?” Sam teased.
The thought of that man seeing this new change had Dean immediately stepping out of the boxers and lying on the bed with his legs spread.
Sam couldn’t believe what he was seeing, couldn’t believe that this was really happening; for some reason, this was what made it real for him. As he examined Dean’s genitals, Sam became increasingly convinced that Dean’s body was going through the final changes of the spell. There would be no C-section because Dean was growing a vagina.
“S-Sam?” Dean stuttered, suddenly feeling nervous again because his brother hadn’t said anything.
“This is it, Dean; we’re on the final stretch,” Sam explained. “Missouri said that it would happen soon and it looks like she was right.”
“So my dick is turning into a pussy?”
“That’s a really crass way of putting it, but yeah. Just think about it, having one will make it easier to get the baby out of you,” Sam said with a smile.
“I’m not sure if I should be happy or not because I don’t know which pain would be worse,” Dean told him.
“Did you sign on for any of it, Dean?” Sam laughed. “I know your memory’s gone, but, trust me, you didn’t.”
“Sam? Do you…do you even like girls?” Dean asked his brother, all traces of humor gone from his voice.
“Amelia was a girl,” Sam said by way of an answer. “Yours was the only dick I ever craved.”
“Who’s Amelia?” Dean asked.
For the first time since Dean’s transformation had begun, Sam was actually grateful for the older man’s memory loss, because if Dean couldn’t remember Amelia, then he couldn’t remember that Sam didn’t look for him while he was in Purgatory. And Sam was more than okay with that.
Sam loved his job, but on days like this, he longed to be in the Impala with Dean, looking for their next job. The case he was working on involved a fifteen-year-old girl who was giving him more hell than anything supernatural ever had. Thank God, Garth had stuck around to help out because the man seemed to have a way with younger people. Mr. Fizzles hadn’t helped much in this situation, but he had managed to break the ice a little.
Sam was deep in his research when his cell phone rang; reaching over for it, he was surprised to see Missouri’s name on the caller ID.
“Can’t you feel that, Sam?” she asked in lieu of an actual greeting.
“Feel what, Missouri?” he asked, because she sometimes forgot that Sam no longer had his psychic abilities.
“The baby, it’s coming; they told me it’s coming. Go to Dean, now, Sam,” she demanded and Sam knew not to question her.
Sam popped into his boss’ office to give him the files he’d been working on and to tell the man that he had to leave. Then he was gone. He was worried about what he’d find when he got home because Dean still didn’t have a vaginal opening.
If Dean had to have a cesarean, then they’d need to drive to the sterile operating room that they’d set up.
“Dean,” he called as soon as he entered the house. When he received no answer, Sam panicked a little, remembering the last time Dean failed to answer his call. Soon, he was bursting through the door into the bedroom, only to find Dean asleep in their bed.
“Sam?” asked a sleepy Dean. “What’re you doing here so early?”
Sam was about to tell his brother that he was just being an idiot when he noticed how soft and pretty Dean looked stretched out on the bed. He was seriously thinking about joining the other man until he saw the blood; the sheet covering Dean had blood spreading out across it like something out of the Rorschach test.
“Are you hurting, Dean?” Sam asked, trying to stay calm.
“No, I feel good. Would feel even better if I could go back to sleep,” Dean said as he rolled over to do just that.
Sam could tell that his brother was not in pain, but he needed to know the source of that blood. Walking into the bathroom, he found a washcloth and towel. After wetting the washcloth with warm water, he went back to Dean and pulled the covers back, glad to see that his brother was only wearing a t-shirt. Just as Sam was about to take off Dean’s underwear, he realized that the man was wearing boy-shorts instead of boxers.
“You know, if you wanted some, all you had to do was ask,” an amused voice told him.
Even though Sam was just trying to locate the source of the bleeding, he blushed at Dean’s comment because those boy shorts were really sexy, “You’re bleeding, Dean,” he said, trying to hide his embarrassment.
“Yuck! And Eva just gave me these,” Dean said in reference to the panties. “said that I should wear them to get used to being a girl.”
Sam took the warm cloth and tenderly cleaned Dean up, sucking in a shocked breath at what he found. It was definitely a pussy; his…no, her clit was hooded and hiding from him, and it was pretty and pink and covered in reddish blonde hair. God, he wanted a taste.
“Um, Dean?” Sam started, trying to figure out the best way to tell his brother about this, but he cut off when Dean started coughing. Sam ran to the bathroom to get him a glass of water.
“Thank you, Sam,” Dean said, giving Sam a second surprise -Dean’s once low baritone voice was now soft, feminine and sexy as hell.
“You okay?” Sam asked as he leaned in.
“’M fine, I just got something caught in my throat?
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Your voice, it’s changed,” Sam told him, his own voice turning husky.
“It sounds the same to me, but I see it’s got you all hot and bothered,” Dean smiled and ran his fingers through Sam’s hair. “Too bad I don’t feel like taking you up on the offer for once.”
“Can I just hold you?”
“Yeah, okay.” Dean yawned as Sam tucked him into his larger body. “Hey, you never told me what you’re doing home this early.”
“Missouri told me I needed to get here; I think that we’re going to be a mommy and daddy soon.”
“This is Lisa Danforth with KSHB TV, channel 41. Today, a group of artists visiting Salina made a grisly discovery. Inside the chambers of a local convent, the bodies of three people were found brutally murdered. Authorities have not yet identified the victims or confirmed the cause of death, but that information should be with us in the next few days. This is Lisa Danforth reporting.”
“Why are you listening to such depressing news on our son’s birthday, Deanna?” Sam Winchester asked his wife as he stepped into the hospital room, bearing a bouquet of her favorite flowers.
“Not really listening,” she told him as she smoothed down her baby’s hair; the little boy might only have been a few hours old but he was already the center of her world.
After leaning down to drop a kiss on her plump lips, Sam swiped the remote control and turned the channel over to the Rangers’ game.
As little John Winchester had made his way into the world, everyone that helped bring about his existence had been there.
Now, as Deanna held her newborn son in her arms, Mary and John looked down on their children and grandchild, holding hands, while Bobby and Rufus toasted the boy with a couple of glasses of Johnnie Walker Blue. Ellen smiled and Jo thought about what might have been, but looking down at the pair now, she knew that she and Dean would never have worked.
Castiel smiled as he watched the happy couple, Deanna and Sam Winchester, celebrating the birth of their son, John. Soon there would be visits from their longtime friends, Garth and Eva Fitzgerald, and their new nanny, Missouri Mosley.
As always when the Desire Spell was invoked, all traces of it had been removed from the earth. The books on it had simply disappeared, not that anyone noticed; Attorney Samuel Winchester and his wife, Deanna, had no need for the knowledge, after all.
“Gotta say, not gonna miss those two,” Crowley smirked, suddenly appearing next to Castiel.
“You’ll miss them; you find them to amusing not to, but you will breathe easier knowing that they’re no longer at risk of hunting you,” Castiel corrected.
“My eyes might not be yellow, but if I wanted them around, I could pull them right back in,” Crowley bragged.
Castiel thought about Crowley’s words and realized that they were true; Crowley was the only demon who could ever go near the boys now. As his hand touched Crowley’s forehead, Castiel noted that the demon didn’t put up much of a fight as he was destroyed.
Sometimes, it really does pay to have the element of surprise.
Chapter 12 Masterpost
Back at the house, Sam took the things from the motel room and hung it on the wall of his office so that both he and Garth could study it. One of the things that stood out was a map with a lot of markings in Nebraska and a couple in Kansas.
Remembering that Tamara and Isaac had lived in Lincoln, Sam reasoned that it was probably still Tamara’s base of operation, so he guessed that several of the markings were jobs that they’d worked while stalking him and Dean, but he would check just to be sure.
One by one, he marked off several towns and cities off the map as actual jobs. There was a haunting in Omaha and Nebraska City, a vengeful spirit in Beatrice. There’d been a rugaru in Concordia and in Salina, nothing. There had been no job in Salina yet the stupid motherfuckers marked it anyway.
“Wait, Salina…Garth what did Candi with an ‘I’ say about Salina?” Sam barked at Garth.
“Oh, did you find something?” Garth asked.
“Maybe, what did she say?” he questioned again trying to tamp down his frustration at not having his question answered.
“That Tamara was visiting her sister, Celine. Do you think that she heard Salina and confused the two?” Garth probed as he caught on to Sam’s train of thought.
“I’m thinking that that’s all I have to go on for now and we need to follow the lead and see where it takes us.”
“Well the, let’s see what we can find out about Salina,” Garth muttered to himself as he opened his laptop.
Not leaving anything to chance, Sam opened his laptop and using some of the software that Frank Devereux had given him, he skip traced Tamara and David. David Beyers, the man whose wife he’d killed when he was soulless. Even though he could understand David’s need, he didn’t understand Tamara’s need for revenge. Demons killed Isaac and there was no way she could blame Sam or Dean for Isaac’s death. The problem was that, she was a hunter who lived on the edge, and living that kind of life that didn’t always mean logical choices were made. He had to find Dean now.
Sam heard Garth making calls to some of the cheaper motels in the area but no one matching the couple’s description had checked into any of them. That meant one of three things, that they paid the desk clerk to lie, they went to the seediest place in town, something similar to the Flamingo, or they’d found a house to crash. He’d hoped that it wasn’t a house because that would make them harder to find.
The phone woke them, but then they weren’t supposed to be sleep, they were supposed to be searching for Dean who’d been kidnapped the day before.
“Sam, please hurry,” Missouri, pleaded before she hung up.
It could be about Dean, did she have a vision? Something that would help him locate his lover. Sam woke Garth and they headed back to Missouri’s. It was still dark when they left the house, but when they reached their destination a few minutes later, the sun was starting to peak through the clouds giving the gingerbread-trimmed house a false image of innocence.
A dazed and shocked Missouri was on the porch waiting for them when they arrived, tugging at her sweater to keep her warm against the cool air, summer was coming, but the mornings still held onto the chill of spring. Missouri was wearing a sweater, but not her usual cockiness, something was wrong, and when he and Garth followed her inside, they caught a heavy scent of copper. Blood. To smell it like this that meant that a lot had been spilled.
Cautiously, and with guns drawn, Sam and Garth followed the scent to the room Walt was recuperating in and found that whoever had visited Missouri’s during the night ended his recuperation with a bullet through the heart. The hunter had bled out staining the bed and part of the floor red with his blood.
Slumped up against the wall next to the bed, Dr. Robert was slowly coming to from the bump he received to the back of his head. He gingerly place his hand on the floor to give himself leverage to stand up, but his hand slipped in the pool of Walt’s still warm blood, sending him back to the floor. Dr. Robert wiped his hand on the white lab coat he was wearing, leaving what looked like a psychotic child’s finger painting on the stark white coat.
Once Sam was sure that the doctor was fine, he continued to search the room before asking, “Where’s Eva?” It seemed that everyone was accounted for except Eva.
“They came in here and took her Sam; they needed her for Dean, for the baby.” Missouri told him
“They took her? Why? I don’t understand Missouri; why not take the doctor, why do they need Eva for Dean?”
“Dr. Robert fought them and they hurt him and I guess it would have drawn too much attention to them carrying an unconscious man from my house. They’ve visited Dr. Robert over the years and they knew Eva’s skill set, knew that she could do a C-section when the time comes.”
“What if Eva makes a mistake and hurts Dean?” Sam asked, but scared that he already knew the answer.
“They gave me a piece of Dean’s clothing and made me do a reading, this last change is coming a lot sooner than it should and the baby will be alright, but he won’t be full term.” She stopped and inhaled a deep shaky breath before continuing, “They know when he’s supposed to be born and needed help delivering the baby. The thing is Sam, they don’t intend for Dean to survive this, they just want the baby.”
Sam wanted to leave right now and tear apart Salina until he found Dean but he couldn’t leave Walt’s body there for Missouri and Dr. Robert to deal with. The pair of them were used to dealing with hunters and worked from the fringe, but disposing of dead bodies and bloody mattresses, that was a hunters job and he and Garth had to work fast to get Walt in the trunk of the Impala and the bedding disposed of without neighbors becoming suspicious.
They waited until the morning rush had gone and weekend joggers had made their first pass before they were able to move the tarp wrapped body. The mattress was going to harder to move, but Garth came up with the idea of acquiring an enclosed trailer. Three hours later they were on the road with the plan to find some isolated woods between here and Salina to put Walt’s body into the trailer and burn all three and give the bastard a hunter’s funeral because despite what he’d done to him and Dean, Walt had saved a lot of civilians.
Once he was loaded into the trunk, Sam and Garth sat at Missouri’s kitchen table to check for results on their skip tracing for relatives for Tamara in Salina, but there were no results and Sam slammed his laptop shut as he uttered, “Fuck!”
“Watch your mouth boy,” she warned. “Other than the obvious, what’s wrong now?”
“We’re looking for Tamara’s sister who supposedly lives in Salina,” Garth explained, “and we can’t find any information about her, as a matter of fact everything I’ve found points to her never having left Bristol, England.”
“Maybe…” Missouri started, “no that’s just a hunch, and it’s probably wrong, never mind.”
“What is it Missouri,” Sam asked. “Because I gotta tell you, your hunches are better than most folk’s facts.”
“Well there’s an old convent there, the same folks who like to visit Atchison go there because the convent was near an old grave yard and they go there to do etchings.”
“Her older sister…” Sam and Garth said at the same time.
Sam’s fingers flew across the keyboard as he searched for the location of the old convent abandoned in 1902, “got it, lets’ go.”
Dean was tired. He had worked for hours trying to free himself from the ropes that the hunters had tied him with, but with little success; it didn’t help that they’d blindfolded him so he couldn’t see what he was working with. The only thing he could figure out was that the more he tried to free himself, the tighter the ropes became until, finally, he had to give up or risk cutting off circulation to his hands.
He was not sure what Tamara and David had planned for him; the only thing he knew was that they wanted his baby. They hadn’t discussed much more than that before they’d dumped him here and headed out again.
While they were gone, there was a mystery man left to guard him. His job had been to make sure that Dean was fed and didn’t escape. That meant Dean had to spend that time alone in the room not only being humiliated by being left tied up and blindfolded, but also having to relieve himself in a bucket and suffer the smells because it wasn’t being emptied.
When Dean heard the door open, he stopped trying to free himself and deemed his attempt to get out of the ropes a failure. If he hadn’t been able to do it when he was on his own, the likelihood that he’d be able to do it with his kidnappers in the room was slim.
They hadn’t been brutal towards him, but they hadn’t exactly been nice either; that was why the gentle hands removing his blindfold came as such a shock. It took a minute for Dean’s eyes to adjust to the light, but that didn’t matter because he didn’t need to see to know who had removed the blindfold; he’d recognize that brusque voice anywhere - Eva.
“What the fuck have you done to him? Happy mommy means healthy baby,” Eva spat at the pair as she started to check Dean for injuries.
Embarrassed to be found tied up like this, not sure why she was here, Dean struggled to get away as she tried to untie his bound hands but he could barely move them. He felt even more helpless than before.
“It’s okay, Dean,” Eva whispered. “It’s okay; Sam will find us and get us out of here.”
Dean nodded his head in agreement, but stayed silent; he was mad at himself for crying, especially in front of Eva. It seemed that ever since this pregnancy had started, he was either crying, stressed or sick; it was infuriating and more than a little embarrassing. “Why did they bring you here?”
“I’m not sure; I think they tried to take Bob but he fought them and they knocked him out. While I was trying to bring him around, they grabbed me,” she told him, omitting the fact that the duo had killed Walt.
“Shut up, you two,” Tamara demanded. “I didn’t bring her here for caring and sharing.”
“Why is she here then? Hell, for that matter, why am I here?” Dean asked, trying to see if she’d give him any information.
“You want to know why you’re going to die, love?” Tamara replied, sarcasm dripping from her every word. “Or do you want to know how you’re going to die? If I didn’t know that it would hurt your magic baby, then you would already have had a Drano cocktail by now.”
“Please spare me the theatrics. I get it; you’re punishing me for something a black eyed demon did because you’re crazy. Just tell me what you’re planning for my baby?”
“Why, Dean, Baby Winchester is going to call me mum and David dad while your body is rotting away six feet under. We’ll be thousands of miles away in England, and your baby will grow up on bangers and mash and play proper football, instead of the crap game you Yanks play.”
“You seem to have that backwards,” Dean laughed. “You’ll be dad and David will be mom because, out of the two of you, you’re the one with the balls.”
“I’m also the one with the gun, so do as I say or I will shoot her and cut that little bastard out of you myself. Are we clear?” she threatened.
“Crystal,” Dean confirmed.
“Good. Make sure that he eats and drinks as he should; I don’t want him harming my baby,” Tamara instructed Eva before she left the room.
“Please tell me that Sam is on the way?” Dean pleaded.
“I’m sorry, Dean; all I know is that he didn’t realize that you were missing until he came home from work. I can’t really tell you anymore because Bob and I were working to save the hunter that Tweedle dumb and Tweedle dee attacked.”
“If he is looking then we’ll be found,” Dean assured her. “When Sam is tracking or researching something, he’s worse than a dog with a bone. If he wants it, he will get it.”
Dean stressed the ‘if’, because he still had issues about Sam not looking for him when he was in Purgatory. He knew Sam loved him and that he wanted this baby, , but there was a part of Dean that still doubted his importance to Sam.
“You said ‘if’ Sam was working. Are you still hung up on the fact that he didn’t look for you while you were in Purgatory?” Eva asked.
“Yahtzee,” Dean tried for bravado, but the break in his voice gave him away.
“Dean…” Eva started.
“Look, Eva, I…he found someone else and was making a life with her. It’s funny, my memory is shot to shit, but I remember that. I remember that Sam forgot about me and I fought every day to get back to him, not knowing that I didn’t have something to come home to.”
“He must have felt something Dean or else you wouldn’t be walking around with that baby Sasquatch inside of you,” she countered. “Maybe Sam thought he couldn’t do it, or maybe he just didn’t know how to find you. Perhaps it was better not to try than to fail.”
“This thing between us was too strong for me to walk away from, but I still hope the fact that he didn’t search for me will be wiped from my memory. It hurts too much to carry that knowledge around.”
“You’re going to have to forgive him at some point, because it’s too hard for him to live with that hanging over his head when he can barely hold his own shit together.”
“Okay,” Dean agreed.
“Okay, now that we’re done feeling our feelings, back to the business at hand; I know you’re a badass hunter, but right now that ass is pregnant and has to be careful.” Glancing at the uneaten meal from earlier, she informed him, “Not eating is hurting you not them, Dean; if you don’t keep your strength up, then you won’t be able to make it out of here on your own when Sam comes for you. For once, stop being so stubborn and let someone take care of you.”
“Unngh,” Dean grunted in answer.
“You okay?” Eva asked, concerned at the noise.
“No, not by a longshot; I hurt like hell,” Dean grunted again.
“Listen and listen carefully,” Eva whispered urgently. “Missouri did a reading for the dynamic duo in there and they know the baby is supposed to come early. They also know that there isn’t a natural way to get it out of you, so that’s what I’m here for, understand?”
Dean just nodded his head because while the pain was not as bad as some of the pain he’d experienced before, it still hurt enough to render him speechless. He bit back a groan because he remembered the humiliation of Tamara undressing him and the lewd comments she’d made, as David stood on guard with a gun. They’d taken his clothes off because they hadn’t believed that he still had a dick; it also made them realize that they had to find a way to get the baby from Dean’s body.
Even though he wasn’t sure that anyone was listening, Dean prayed. He got down on his fucking knees and prayed for Sam to hurry and rescue them, because he was in no shape to do it himself. Dean knew that things could go wrong, but he held onto the fact that he’d seen his son in the vision, alive and healthy; he just had to be strong and hold on until Sam and Garth arrived.
Castiel hadn’t thought that he would visit the Winchesters again before they both lost the last memories of their lives as hunters, but now he felt the distress of the souls that had worked so hard to pull the spell off. He heard their screams, but more importantly, Castiel heard the soft pleas of Dean’s prayers, and he would not let the invocations go unanswered.
He stood in a corner and watched as Dean writhed in pain; the man was undergoing the final transformation that would give him and Sam their new lives. He also noticed that the girl the hunters had kidnapped was worried, and when her prayers assaulted him, he realized why; the hunters wanted to take the baby and kill Dean. Castiel wasn’t going to let that happen, though; there was no way a pair of bitter hunters was going to take the boys’ new future away from them.
In the blink of an eye, Castiel was on the other side of the door and, though the hunters tried to attack him, he was too fast for them. With a touch of his hand, he smote them all and left their bodies where they fell.
He was going to check on Dean, but he sensed Sam coming and left.
Much to Sam’s dismay, it was late afternoon by the time he and Garth blew into the town of Salina. They were running behind because getting rid of Walt’s body had taken a hell of a lot longer than Sam had thought it would. As they’d stood there, guarding the body as it burned, Sam had gotten angrier by the minute; Walt was already dead, and they were wasting time Dean just didn’t have. But they’d both known that they couldn’t just leave the fire unattended; they’d had to make sure it was contained and that no one stumbled onto it.
They also had a huge problem; during their hasty research, the pair of them had somehow missed that there were two convents in Salina that closed in 1902, and both of them had bone yards attached. He had a plan but now he had to figure which convent would’ve been best for the hunters.
Pulling into the first parking lot he came across, Sam took out the map and studied the location of both convents. They stood about twenty miles apart; the one that was further south was much more isolated, with only the cemetery close by.
Studying the two locations, Sam didn’t bother to ask Garth his opinion; he just drove to the more isolated one. It was the one that he would’ve chosen because there was less chance of someone accidently stumbling across them. He closed the map and began driving; it was his family so it was his choice.
He was wrong. When they arrived at ‘Our Lady of Sam You Fucked Up’, he ran back to the car and hauled ass to the first convent, hoping that he wasn’t too late.
When he arrived there, Sam didn’t know what to make of what he saw. As he and Garth entered the convent, they found the bodies of Tamara, David and Roy lying in front of a closed door. Roy?
All three of them were missing their eyes, which had been burned out, and each body had matching wounds at the mouth and ears. He knew that there was only one being who could make those marks -Castiel. Sam shook his head; he’d let himself worry later about the fact that the angel wasn’t in Purgatory like they’d thought.
“Sam, is that Roy?” Garth whispered. “I thought Walt said he was dead? Why would he lie?”
“I don’t care,” Sam answered with a shrug, before placing a finger to his lips and signaling for Garth to be quiet.
Quickly, he motioned for the gangly man to move the bodies so they could get into the room. Once the entrance was clear, they drew their guns and slowly opened the door.
Sam barely made it out of the way before Eva hit Garth over the head with what looked like a slat from the bed. The man dropped to the floor, out cold.
“Sam,” she squealed. “Oh fuck, what did I just do?”
Sam glanced at Garth, checking that the man was still breathing, before he made his way over to the other occupant in the dark room.
“Dean,” he exclaimed when he noticed his older brother’s distress. “Baby, talk to me, please.”
“Knew you’d come, Sammy,” Dean slurred. “Wouldn’t leave me this time…take me home.”
Sam tucked his gun into the back of his jeans and reached down to pick Dean up from the bed. But as he slid his arms under Dean’s knees, his brother moaned in pain.
“Eva,” Sam called out to the young woman who was working on bringing Garth around. “Eva,” he said again when she didn’t answer; looking over at her, Sam paled at the sight of the surgical tools on the bedside table. “What’s wrong with him? He’s not in labor, is he?”
“He can hear you just fine so stop talking about me as though I’m not in the room,” Dean complained. “Not in labor…my dick hurts.”
“Eva?” Sam looked to her for reassurance because he was not sure what to make of that statement.
“It’s another one of those changes that he’s been going through, but this is the first time he’s actually shared what’s hurting,” she told him, turning her attention away from Garth. “Tamara and David heard him complain about being in pain and assumed that he was in labor; Queen Bitch came in, gave me the scalpel and told me to get to work. She wouldn’t listen when I told her that Dean wasn’t in labor.”
Once Garth came back around and was able to walk, Eva helped him to the car. Sam, though, refused to let go of Dean until his brother was sitting safely in the Impala. This time, the trip only took an hour and a half because Dean was in so much pain that Sam broke every speed limit to get him to Dr. Robert as soon as possible. That, however, wasn’t what Dean wanted.
“This isn’t home,” Dean complained when they came to a stop in Missouri’s driveway.
“No it’s not, but the doctor’s here,” Sam explained.
“How many times have we been through this, Sam? We know what’s happening, and there’s not a damn thing the doctor can do to change it, so take me home and let me be miserable in my own bed.”
Sam was about to argue, but one look at Dean’s face told him that it would be pointless; Dean had already made up his mind.
“Okay, we’ll go home, but Eva’s needs to go in…” Sam broke off because when he looked in the rearview mirror, he saw the woman looking down at Garth and shaking her head.
“I’ll come with you…someone needs to keep an eye on Garth,” she said as she stared at the hunter.
Sam didn’t respond; he just cranked up the car and drove to their home.
When they arrived at the house, Sam expected an argument from Dean when he insisted that he and Garth enter the house first, but he didn’t get one; Dean just let them lead the way. When it was clear that there was no one in the house, Dean and Eva were allowed to enter.
“Jeez, Sam, what is that smell?” Dean asked, making a gagging sound to keep from throwing up.
“The steaks,” Sam replied as he went to the kitchen to dispose of the offending items. When he came back into the den, Dean was already half way up the stairs.
“Dean, you should have waited and let me help you,” Sam reprimanded as he bounded up the stairs.
“I’m fine, Sam, just tired. All I wanna do is take a shower then go to sleep, and tomorrow, if I don’t forget what’s happened, I’m just going to pretend that it never took place. Eva’s making sure that Garth’s okay, but afterwards, can you show her where she can crash for the night?”
Sam was torn between helping a tired Dean into the shower and checking on Garth and Eva. Once he’d helped Dean to the top of the stairs, he went to check on Garth, knowing that his brother would be unhappy if he didn’t at least do that.
With a soft knock, Sam pushed the door open and was surprised to see Eva and Garth spooning. He so didn’t need to see that. As an afterthought, he checked that the doors before making his way upstairs to Dean. Dean, who must have taken the fastest shower known to man.
With a sigh, Sam shed his dirty clothes, took a quick shower, and slid into bed beside his lover.
The next morning, when Dean woke up, he thought for a moment that he was back at the convent, but then he rolled over and saw Sam’s face. He loved seeing Sam like this; his face relaxed in sleep with no worries. It reminded him of when Sam was a little boy and he gave away smiles free of charge.
Dean couldn’t help himself, he reached over and tucked Sam’s hair behind his ear so that his face was unobstructed. Beautiful. As he pulled his hand back, Dean noted the change in it; instead of the thick, blunt-nailed masculine hands he was used to, his hands were now long, slender and elegant.
He knew that he should be used to the changes by now, but each time it still caused him concern. Even his voice was becoming more feminine. What if this time the change in Dean’s body caused Sam’s desire to wane. What if he no longer wanted this relationship with Dean? Would Dean be stuck like this with a Swiss cheese memory and pregnant with his brother’s baby?
Slowly so as not to wake Sam, Dean rolled off the bed and made his was the bathroom When he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he gasped.
Dean studied himself and realized that his features were different too, while still being oddly familiar. His lightly freckled face that had once been handsome and masculine was now softly beautiful, and most definitely that of a woman. Had his breasts gotten larger as well? He’d always appreciated a nice rack.
His lashes were longer and thicker, his nose smaller and narrower, and then there were his cheekbones. They were still very prominent, but like his jawline, they were softer and more feminine. He’d never considered himself vain, but he was pretty, and he hoped that that, along with the baby, would be enough to keep Sam by his side.
The pressure from his bladder reminded him of why he’d gone into the bathroom in the first place, so he pulled down his sleep pants and went to sit on the toilet. At the last minute, though, he remembered how that had worked for him before and, instead, stood up and reached for his dick. Dean was more than a little shocked at what he found. Or rather, what he didn’t find.
While he’d always teased Sam about his huge dick, Dean had been no slouch in that department himself. Now, though, his dick had lost girth and length and it still hurt. With trembling hands, Dean began to piss; he had to bite his lip, though, to keep from screaming at the pain. It felt like salt poured on an open wound, and before his bladder was empty, he’d broken out in a sweat.
When the new pains had started yesterday, Dean had been half convinced that he was in labor, but there had been no contractions; the only thing that had hurt was his junk. Now he knew why - he was going to lose it. Missouri had told him that he was turning into a woman, but Dean had never thought about how it would happen, and this had certainly never crossed his mind.
In his mind, even after all the scares and pain, he’d believed that one day he’d just wake up with a pussy. But, then again, when had things ever been easy for them? Sam was going to have to be told; how could they possibly be intimate without Sam noticing his tiny dick. Dean would just have to figure it out on his own and getting back into bed with Sam, and his tempting body, really wouldn’t help with that.
It took four days for Sam to call him out on his behavior. Who’d he been trying to kid anyway? Just like his little brother couldn’t hide anything from him, Dean couldn’t hide anything from Sam. But how do you tell your lover that your dick has shrunk and now has a foreskin?
“Dean, what’s going on?” Sam asked after four days of Dean not letting his brother touch him. Dean had been lured from sleep by kisses and roaming hands, but before those hands could reach their goal, Dean jumped out of bed.
“What-what do you mean?” Dean stuttered, trying to hold off the inevitable.
“Dean, what is it?” Sam softly asked. “You look like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, so don’t pretend that there’s nothing going on. Come on, just tell me, please.”
Dean couldn’t form the words, so he just took a deep breath and pulled his sleep pants down. When there was no reaction from Sam, Dean remembered that even before it had started shrinking, his dick had been hidden by his pregnant belly.
Slowly he walked towards Sam, took one of his brother’s large hands and placed it on his crotch. He watched as realization dawned in his lover’s eyes.
“Oh, shit, Dean, I… this is really happening, isn’t it?” Sam asked, not sounding the least bit disgusted like Dean had thought he was going to.
“The distended belly didn’t clue you in?” Dean shyly asked, relieved that Sam wasn’t disgusted. “It… this doesn’t bother you?”
“Dean, how many times do I have to tell you? It’s not the package that I love, it’s you?” Sam reiterated. “Will you let me have a closer look?”
“Sam, it hurts to piss; I don’t think I can handle you touching me right now,” Dean told his brother as he took a step back.
“No, no I just want to look and see what’s happening. I know that you don’t want Dr. Robert to do that, do you?” Sam teased.
The thought of that man seeing this new change had Dean immediately stepping out of the boxers and lying on the bed with his legs spread.
Sam couldn’t believe what he was seeing, couldn’t believe that this was really happening; for some reason, this was what made it real for him. As he examined Dean’s genitals, Sam became increasingly convinced that Dean’s body was going through the final changes of the spell. There would be no C-section because Dean was growing a vagina.
“S-Sam?” Dean stuttered, suddenly feeling nervous again because his brother hadn’t said anything.
“This is it, Dean; we’re on the final stretch,” Sam explained. “Missouri said that it would happen soon and it looks like she was right.”
“So my dick is turning into a pussy?”
“That’s a really crass way of putting it, but yeah. Just think about it, having one will make it easier to get the baby out of you,” Sam said with a smile.
“I’m not sure if I should be happy or not because I don’t know which pain would be worse,” Dean told him.
“Did you sign on for any of it, Dean?” Sam laughed. “I know your memory’s gone, but, trust me, you didn’t.”
“Sam? Do you…do you even like girls?” Dean asked his brother, all traces of humor gone from his voice.
“Amelia was a girl,” Sam said by way of an answer. “Yours was the only dick I ever craved.”
“Who’s Amelia?” Dean asked.
For the first time since Dean’s transformation had begun, Sam was actually grateful for the older man’s memory loss, because if Dean couldn’t remember Amelia, then he couldn’t remember that Sam didn’t look for him while he was in Purgatory. And Sam was more than okay with that.
Sam loved his job, but on days like this, he longed to be in the Impala with Dean, looking for their next job. The case he was working on involved a fifteen-year-old girl who was giving him more hell than anything supernatural ever had. Thank God, Garth had stuck around to help out because the man seemed to have a way with younger people. Mr. Fizzles hadn’t helped much in this situation, but he had managed to break the ice a little.
Sam was deep in his research when his cell phone rang; reaching over for it, he was surprised to see Missouri’s name on the caller ID.
“Can’t you feel that, Sam?” she asked in lieu of an actual greeting.
“Feel what, Missouri?” he asked, because she sometimes forgot that Sam no longer had his psychic abilities.
“The baby, it’s coming; they told me it’s coming. Go to Dean, now, Sam,” she demanded and Sam knew not to question her.
Sam popped into his boss’ office to give him the files he’d been working on and to tell the man that he had to leave. Then he was gone. He was worried about what he’d find when he got home because Dean still didn’t have a vaginal opening.
If Dean had to have a cesarean, then they’d need to drive to the sterile operating room that they’d set up.
“Dean,” he called as soon as he entered the house. When he received no answer, Sam panicked a little, remembering the last time Dean failed to answer his call. Soon, he was bursting through the door into the bedroom, only to find Dean asleep in their bed.
“Sam?” asked a sleepy Dean. “What’re you doing here so early?”
Sam was about to tell his brother that he was just being an idiot when he noticed how soft and pretty Dean looked stretched out on the bed. He was seriously thinking about joining the other man until he saw the blood; the sheet covering Dean had blood spreading out across it like something out of the Rorschach test.
“Are you hurting, Dean?” Sam asked, trying to stay calm.
“No, I feel good. Would feel even better if I could go back to sleep,” Dean said as he rolled over to do just that.
Sam could tell that his brother was not in pain, but he needed to know the source of that blood. Walking into the bathroom, he found a washcloth and towel. After wetting the washcloth with warm water, he went back to Dean and pulled the covers back, glad to see that his brother was only wearing a t-shirt. Just as Sam was about to take off Dean’s underwear, he realized that the man was wearing boy-shorts instead of boxers.
“You know, if you wanted some, all you had to do was ask,” an amused voice told him.
Even though Sam was just trying to locate the source of the bleeding, he blushed at Dean’s comment because those boy shorts were really sexy, “You’re bleeding, Dean,” he said, trying to hide his embarrassment.
“Yuck! And Eva just gave me these,” Dean said in reference to the panties. “said that I should wear them to get used to being a girl.”
Sam took the warm cloth and tenderly cleaned Dean up, sucking in a shocked breath at what he found. It was definitely a pussy; his…no, her clit was hooded and hiding from him, and it was pretty and pink and covered in reddish blonde hair. God, he wanted a taste.
“Um, Dean?” Sam started, trying to figure out the best way to tell his brother about this, but he cut off when Dean started coughing. Sam ran to the bathroom to get him a glass of water.
“Thank you, Sam,” Dean said, giving Sam a second surprise -Dean’s once low baritone voice was now soft, feminine and sexy as hell.
“You okay?” Sam asked as he leaned in.
“’M fine, I just got something caught in my throat?
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Your voice, it’s changed,” Sam told him, his own voice turning husky.
“It sounds the same to me, but I see it’s got you all hot and bothered,” Dean smiled and ran his fingers through Sam’s hair. “Too bad I don’t feel like taking you up on the offer for once.”
“Can I just hold you?”
“Yeah, okay.” Dean yawned as Sam tucked him into his larger body. “Hey, you never told me what you’re doing home this early.”
“Missouri told me I needed to get here; I think that we’re going to be a mommy and daddy soon.”
“This is Lisa Danforth with KSHB TV, channel 41. Today, a group of artists visiting Salina made a grisly discovery. Inside the chambers of a local convent, the bodies of three people were found brutally murdered. Authorities have not yet identified the victims or confirmed the cause of death, but that information should be with us in the next few days. This is Lisa Danforth reporting.”
“Why are you listening to such depressing news on our son’s birthday, Deanna?” Sam Winchester asked his wife as he stepped into the hospital room, bearing a bouquet of her favorite flowers.
“Not really listening,” she told him as she smoothed down her baby’s hair; the little boy might only have been a few hours old but he was already the center of her world.
After leaning down to drop a kiss on her plump lips, Sam swiped the remote control and turned the channel over to the Rangers’ game.
As little John Winchester had made his way into the world, everyone that helped bring about his existence had been there.
Now, as Deanna held her newborn son in her arms, Mary and John looked down on their children and grandchild, holding hands, while Bobby and Rufus toasted the boy with a couple of glasses of Johnnie Walker Blue. Ellen smiled and Jo thought about what might have been, but looking down at the pair now, she knew that she and Dean would never have worked.
Castiel smiled as he watched the happy couple, Deanna and Sam Winchester, celebrating the birth of their son, John. Soon there would be visits from their longtime friends, Garth and Eva Fitzgerald, and their new nanny, Missouri Mosley.
As always when the Desire Spell was invoked, all traces of it had been removed from the earth. The books on it had simply disappeared, not that anyone noticed; Attorney Samuel Winchester and his wife, Deanna, had no need for the knowledge, after all.
“Gotta say, not gonna miss those two,” Crowley smirked, suddenly appearing next to Castiel.
“You’ll miss them; you find them to amusing not to, but you will breathe easier knowing that they’re no longer at risk of hunting you,” Castiel corrected.
“My eyes might not be yellow, but if I wanted them around, I could pull them right back in,” Crowley bragged.
Castiel thought about Crowley’s words and realized that they were true; Crowley was the only demon who could ever go near the boys now. As his hand touched Crowley’s forehead, Castiel noted that the demon didn’t put up much of a fight as he was destroyed.
Sometimes, it really does pay to have the element of surprise.
Chapter 12 Masterpost