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Author: claudia_lexan
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 1, 280
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Thank you to my beta Mago186.
Notes: Crossver with the movie junior
Notes: This is set around the time that Sam decided that Stanford was a good thing.
Disclaimer: These are not characters of my own creation
Summary: After a curse and a night of sex with his brother Dean falls pregnant. Only Sam doesn't remember that night or the curse
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5
For the past ten minutes, he has been attempting to read the same webpage with information about shape shifters. He has made it as far as the first two sentences. The information contained in those two sentences proved to be useless. Every time he attempts to read any further, his dad does something to interrupt him.
It began with sighs that were too loud to be sighs.
Then came the muttered insults that he wasn’t meant to hear, but he did.
After the last muttered insults about his lack of hunting skills, he finally lost his temper. He slammed down the top laptop, making a mental note to check for damage later on.
“What did you just say?” Dean asked. He did his best to keep his voice at a normal level, but failed completely. He wanted his words to sound casual but they came out as harsh.
“You’ve put on weight around your middle. You are becoming lazy,” John said stating what he believed to be fact.
Mentally counting to ten in an attempt to calm down Dean said, “When you go to the nearest bar each night I stay behind in our motel room to research the latest hunt. When you come back to the room and pass out drunk on a bed, I go back to the bar to hustle back the money you have wasted. I still put the same amount of time and effort into the hunt, but that is not enough for you. You still view me as being lazy. I have put on about four or five pounds in the last three months. That doesn’t mean I’m overweight!”
“The only effort you make on each hunt is the research. You spend hours in the library or you are glued to that fucking laptop looking for information we just don’t need to know. You have lost that enthusiasm you used to have for the hunt. That lack of interest will get you killed.”
To reign in his temper Dean began to mentally bludgeon his dad to death with various metal objects. With that mental show of murder playing over and over again in his mind, he said, “Knowing all of the facts about a hunt prevents us from making any dumb ass mistakes. You never seem to complain about all the research I do until the hunt is over.”
“You are not Sam so stop trying to act like you are!”
The little mental show he had going was no longer working. What little control he had over his temper snapped when his dad had mentioned Sam. “Don’t you dare compare me to Sam! I have nothing in common with him. Sam left for college. He took his way out of the hunt when it was offered to him. Unlike him I have never left the hunt.”
“What is keeping you here Dean? Why haven’t you run of to join your brother,” John demanded.
“The demon that killed mom is the only thing keeping me here. I’m going to get something to eat,” Dean said. He walked passed his dad and out of the motel room, slamming the door shut behind him. It was times like these he gave serious thought to leaving his dad behind to hunt for the demon alone.
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Two coffee cups sat untouched on the table that occupied the furthest corner of the motel room. Dean’s bag was packed and sitting on top one of the beds. His bag was nowhere to be seen. Other than the two coffee cups, there was no sign that the room had two occupants. Stepping closer to the table, he picked up one of the cups, but found it cold to the touch. As he placed the cup back on the table, he noticed that it had no writing on it.
As he did a quick 360 of the room, he noticed that there was no sign of any kind of writing or letters in the room. With a growing sense of dread, be walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains.
There was nothing outside but the parking lot and a baby in a car seat. He looked at the baby for so long that the room around him faded away. Now the car seat was merely inches from him. The baby looked so much like Dean. It had Dean’s freckles and his lips. He reached own to pick up the car seat, but his hand passed though the handle.
He woke up with Jessica curled against him. One arm was holding Jessica close to him, but he other was holding a teddy bear.
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Before the argument with his dad, Dean had called Doctor Heese to confirm his second appointment. He had the same story ready that he used before to explain a three-day absence from the hunt.
He has just finished his third coffee and was about to order a refill when his dad walked into the diner. He had wanted more than just thirty minutes to relax before his dad tried to restart the argument. He didn’t say anything as he watched John slide into the booth and order a coffee from a passing waitress.
“You're finally making an effort with a diet,” John commented, accepting the coffee from the waitress with a smile.
Ignoring a remark that was obviously meant to push a few buttons he said. “Is there another job that we have to do or do I get to sleep for more than four hours?”
“Dean, we need to sort out this situation. We can’t go into our next job pissed off with each other. You…we need to be focused on the hunt,” John explained.
“I’m not pissed off. Hell, I’m not even angry. It’s what I expect from you. I don’t need to calm down or focus on the hunt. The only reason you are here is to get an apology from me and you’re not getting one,” Dean replied. He wasn’t in the mood to tell his dad everything he wanted to hear just so everything could return to normal.
“Dean, you have to admit that you haven’t been as focused on the hunt.”
“I have a job lined up for an old friend. He has agreed to pay me two thousand dollars up front and three thousand after I have finished. He has only one condition and that is just for me to be there. He doesn’t want what remains of the Winchester family showing up on his doorstep,” Dean said.
“Is it the same friend as before or a different one?” John asked.
“Different friend,” Dean replied.
“Tell me about this friend,” John requested. He wanted Dean to provide him all the necessary details about this friend so he would be able to prove his existence.
“I met him during Sam’s final year of high school. It was the one time you agreed to stay long enough so Sam could finish the year at the same high school.”
“What is this friend’s name?” John asked.
“Kevin,” Dean replied easily enough.
Looking Dean straight in the eye, he searched for any sign that he was being lied to. When he was completely satisfied that Dean was telling him the truth he said, “I want you to check in with me when you met this friend. How long will this hunt take?”
“Four days, five tops if I run into any complications,” Dean informed.
“When are you leaving?”
“As soon as I can. Kevin seemed panicked on the phone,” Dean said. He wasn’t going to believe his dad’s easy acceptance of the job at face value.
“Just be careful son,” John said.