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Author: claudia_lexan
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count:
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 part 6 part 7 A part 7 B part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11a part 12
It had been nearly a day since he had left Sam. He’s had a day to come to terms with hurting Sam in a way that he would kill other people for if they had done the same thing. He has spent the last day attempting to get some much needed sleep, but sleep kept evading him. Every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was Sam’s face.
He has broken his promise not to eat junk food and he has devoured two large pizzas in just two hours. He even got himself a coffee loaded with sugar and cream. The coffee sat untouched on the small motel room’s kitchen table for last two hours. He just watched the steam dissipate from the drink and enjoyed the smell. The smell alone had been enough to satisfy the need he had for caffeine.
On the drive to the clinic, he begins to think of all the questions he can ask the doctors. It is one of the only things preventing him from driving off the road and into a ditch. He needs to know if it is normal to be slightly spacey and to daydream. The most startling example of his spaceness is a conversation he tried to have with the motel’s receptionist. He was telling her about Sam when he suddenly stopped speaking mid-sentence. He couldn’t remember what he was going to say and that had pissed him off. It left him feeling stupid. He was lucky that the receptionist had just dismissed his lapse in conversation as exhaustion.
It is dark when he finally reaches the clinic an hour before his appointment. He carefully gets out of his car, something that he is finding more difficult with each passing day of his pregnancy. Once safely out of his car, he walks into the clinic as fast as he can manage.
“Dean is everything okay?” Doctor Heese asks. He had heard the distinctive sound of the Impala from his office.
Placing a hand on his baby bump Dean replies, “My back aches and I haven’t slept well for a few days. I’m just peachy.”
Chuckling in remembrance of his own pregnancy, Doctor Heese replies, “I know how you feel. At that stage of my pregnancy, I couldn’t get comfortable in any position. Parts of my body ached that never had before, but none of that mattered when I held Junior for the first time.”
“None of that makes me feel better.”
Dr.Heese smiled to himself knowing that as soon as Dean’s son was born, he would forget about all the pains and problems he had suffered during his pregnancy. His focus would just be on his newborn son. “Why don’t we continue this conversation in my office?”
“Sure.”
As he led the way to his office, Doctor Heese asked, “Have you spoken to Sam about this pregnancy?”
Once they reached the office, Dean made his way straight over to the couch, placing a hand on his bump. He watched the doctor close the door and sit on a nearby chair. “Did Angela tell you to ask me that question?”
“I am just concerned that you have yet to tell Sam about the baby.”
“Sam turned up at the motel I was staying in. He told me he had these dreams that turned out to be memories of the relationship we had before he left for Stanford. He expected me to just restart our relationship. When I told Sam about my pregnancy he didn’t react well.”
“How did he react?” If Sam had hurt Dean, he would make the youngest Winchester pay. He wasn’t a violent man, but when it came to defending those he cared about, he would always make an exception.
“Denial and anger at first. Then he began to make all of these plans for the future. He tried to convince me that it was possible to give our child a normal life.”
Even though his knowledge of the supernatural was very limited, he knew enough to know that a normal, average family existence just wasn’t possible for Dean. But still, he had to believe that with Sam’s help the chance of a normal family life was possible…even if that chance was slim. “Normal isn’t so bad Dean. It can be a little boring at times but it’s a good life.”
“I asked Sam what he would have done if the baby didn’t exist. I needed to know if he was at the motel for me and not some dream.”
“What did Sam tell you?”
“He would never have left college.”
He was now seriously considering hurting Sam now, but that part of him who took the Hippocratic Oath found the idea of violence abhorrent. Still, he was willing to make an exception to that belief if Sam made a complete mess of things with Dean. “Sam began to make plans for the future of your son. That shows you how much he cares about you.”
“I know he cares about our son.”
“Where is Sam now? Why isn’t he here with you now?”
“He is in the motel room.” Dean felt guilty for leaving his brother, but it had been for the best. He couldn’t allow Sam to become involved with their son’s life when the curse was still very much in place.
“Sam chose not to come with you?” Heese knew that he was pushing the boundaries of Dean’s patience when it came to Sam, but he didn’t want Dean to bottle up all of his emotions. It would lead to unnecessary stress.
“He doesn’t know I’m here.”
“Why would you intentionally leave Sam at the motel?”
“It would be great to have him here so he could experience all of this with me. He could think of the questions to ask that I always forget or just don’t think are important enough. It would be great to have that kind of support from Sam, but it can’t happen. The curse hasn’t been broken. I don’t know how long he will keep his memories.”
“Did you bring the movement chart with you?”
As he gave Doctor Heese the notepad, he couldn’t help but think what would happen if his unborn son’s movement wasn’t normal. What if after getting a clean bill of health for his son the movement chart proved differently?
Heese quickly read all of the information contained in the notepad. Everything was okay. The baby’s movement were what was expected at this stage of development. “You have nothing to worry about, other than having a very active baby. Are there any questions you would like to ask?”
“I’ve been going for a piss a lot more than I used to. It seems like I can’t get through an hour without needing to go at least four times. That can’t be normal.”
“It’s a normal part of pregnancy. As your baby grows, more pressure will be placed upon your bladder. You do not want to hold your urine in as there is a small chance you could get a urinary tract Infection.”
Heese could still remember the times he had run down a packed college hallway in his urgency to reach the nearest restroom. A weak bladder was just one of the things you couldn’t avoid during pregnancy.
“I’ve been daydreaming and that is something I never did before this pregnancy.”
“It happened to me as well. I used to be in the middle of doing something important when I’d just daydream.”
“That isn’t reassuring. This daydreaming thing can’t happen to me, not with the life I lead.”
“See it as a stress reliever. Daydreaming is just a way of relaxing. Do you have any other questions?”
“I know I’m not having the baby the same way a woman would, so that means I’m having a caesarean. I need to know everything about the operation.”
Usually he would be surprised when someone voluntary brought up the subject of a caesarean operation. Dean, however, was a person he knew researched everything. The pregnancy was just another subject to be researched. “After you have been given an anaesthetic, you will lie down on an operating table and a catheter will be inserted to drain away your urine during the operation. It will be kept in until you are able to go to the bathroom alone. A curtain will be set up above your chest to separate you from Doctor Arbogast and me. Your arms will be secured to the operating table. This minimizes the chance of you accidently reaching out and touching the sterilized surgical instruments. A small incision will be made in your lower abdomen followed by several small incisions. A final, small incision will be made to reach your baby. This final incision will be made to your male’s version of a uterus and the baby will be gently pulled out. The incision to the uterus will be closed with a suture that is designed to melt away over several weeks. This will stop any bleeding from the edges of the incision. The skin, the weakest layer of the whole repair will be carefully bought together with staples and steri-strips. The whole caesarean operation will take no more than thirty minutes.”
“What about the placenta?” He was not going to focus on the fact he most probably had some freaky version of a uterus.
“That will be removed shortly after your son has been delivered.”
“How long will I be in bed for?” He wasn’t relishing the fact that having a caesarean meant he would be confined to a bed for a few days.
“Usually I would recommend that a person who has had a caesarean get out of bed after just a few hours. As this is a male pregnancy, I want to take things at a slower pace.”
“Will I have a scar?” He wasn’t a vain man, being pregnant had put a stop to that, but he didn’t want another unexplainable scar.
“The scar you have will fade over time. It will become so faint that you won’t even notice it’s there.”
“I’m not ashamed of having a scar. I just don’t want to have to lie about how it got there.”
“Have you given any thought to having a personal labour assistant?”
“I don’t need a complete stranger telling me to calm down. I’ll be fine on my own.”
He didn’t suggest Sam as a personal labour assistant simply because he knew that Dean wouldn’t react well. “What about Angela? I’m sure if you ask her she wouldn’t mind.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“I have some bad news concerning your next appointment. The clinic will be getting some much needed improvements over the next few weeks. I don’t want you to come in for an appointment in the middle of all of that. The next time either Doctor Arbogast or I will be able to see you is in five weeks time. I don’t want you under the mistaken impression that you cannot contact us during that time. For that reason I am going to give you a list of phone numbers.” He then gave Dean a small piece of paper that had four phone numbers neatly written on it.
“Thank you.” Dean placed one hand on the couch to help himself get up. Once he was standing, he stretched slightly to relive the tension in his shoulders.
“Promise me that if you have any questions or just need to talk to someone you will call one of those numbers.” Heese opened the door to his office for Dean. He allowed the younger man to step out into the hallway first, before following and quietly closing the door behind him.
Following Doctor Heese though the clinics hallways and back towards the reception area he asked, “Even if its 2 in the morning?”
“Any time of the day or night.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” With those parting words, Dean walked out of the clinic. Once outside, he stood still for a few seconds allowing the cool night air to wash over him.
He looked towards the Impala only to see something unexpected. Sam was casually leaning up against the car as if the last day hadn’t happened. He should be happy that Sam hadn’t taken the hint and gone back to college. However, he is disappointed that Sam is by the car. Looking at Sam’s face, he doesn’t see anger; all he can see is relief and pity. All that does is piss him off.
He walks towards the car, stopping only when he was just two feet in front of his brother.
“Dean.” Sam says. Dean looks terrible. He has bags under his eyes. Looking at his brother, Sam could not see the person who had told him about their baby. All he could see was a person who was running on the last of his energy reserves. The fact that Dean hadn’t verbally ripped him a new hole for using the Impala as a leaning post tells him just how exhausted his brother is. “Get in the car Dean. I’m driving us back to the motel.”
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count:
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 part 6 part 7 A part 7 B part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11a part 12
It had been nearly a day since he had left Sam. He’s had a day to come to terms with hurting Sam in a way that he would kill other people for if they had done the same thing. He has spent the last day attempting to get some much needed sleep, but sleep kept evading him. Every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was Sam’s face.
He has broken his promise not to eat junk food and he has devoured two large pizzas in just two hours. He even got himself a coffee loaded with sugar and cream. The coffee sat untouched on the small motel room’s kitchen table for last two hours. He just watched the steam dissipate from the drink and enjoyed the smell. The smell alone had been enough to satisfy the need he had for caffeine.
On the drive to the clinic, he begins to think of all the questions he can ask the doctors. It is one of the only things preventing him from driving off the road and into a ditch. He needs to know if it is normal to be slightly spacey and to daydream. The most startling example of his spaceness is a conversation he tried to have with the motel’s receptionist. He was telling her about Sam when he suddenly stopped speaking mid-sentence. He couldn’t remember what he was going to say and that had pissed him off. It left him feeling stupid. He was lucky that the receptionist had just dismissed his lapse in conversation as exhaustion.
It is dark when he finally reaches the clinic an hour before his appointment. He carefully gets out of his car, something that he is finding more difficult with each passing day of his pregnancy. Once safely out of his car, he walks into the clinic as fast as he can manage.
“Dean is everything okay?” Doctor Heese asks. He had heard the distinctive sound of the Impala from his office.
Placing a hand on his baby bump Dean replies, “My back aches and I haven’t slept well for a few days. I’m just peachy.”
Chuckling in remembrance of his own pregnancy, Doctor Heese replies, “I know how you feel. At that stage of my pregnancy, I couldn’t get comfortable in any position. Parts of my body ached that never had before, but none of that mattered when I held Junior for the first time.”
“None of that makes me feel better.”
Dr.Heese smiled to himself knowing that as soon as Dean’s son was born, he would forget about all the pains and problems he had suffered during his pregnancy. His focus would just be on his newborn son. “Why don’t we continue this conversation in my office?”
“Sure.”
As he led the way to his office, Doctor Heese asked, “Have you spoken to Sam about this pregnancy?”
Once they reached the office, Dean made his way straight over to the couch, placing a hand on his bump. He watched the doctor close the door and sit on a nearby chair. “Did Angela tell you to ask me that question?”
“I am just concerned that you have yet to tell Sam about the baby.”
“Sam turned up at the motel I was staying in. He told me he had these dreams that turned out to be memories of the relationship we had before he left for Stanford. He expected me to just restart our relationship. When I told Sam about my pregnancy he didn’t react well.”
“How did he react?” If Sam had hurt Dean, he would make the youngest Winchester pay. He wasn’t a violent man, but when it came to defending those he cared about, he would always make an exception.
“Denial and anger at first. Then he began to make all of these plans for the future. He tried to convince me that it was possible to give our child a normal life.”
Even though his knowledge of the supernatural was very limited, he knew enough to know that a normal, average family existence just wasn’t possible for Dean. But still, he had to believe that with Sam’s help the chance of a normal family life was possible…even if that chance was slim. “Normal isn’t so bad Dean. It can be a little boring at times but it’s a good life.”
“I asked Sam what he would have done if the baby didn’t exist. I needed to know if he was at the motel for me and not some dream.”
“What did Sam tell you?”
“He would never have left college.”
He was now seriously considering hurting Sam now, but that part of him who took the Hippocratic Oath found the idea of violence abhorrent. Still, he was willing to make an exception to that belief if Sam made a complete mess of things with Dean. “Sam began to make plans for the future of your son. That shows you how much he cares about you.”
“I know he cares about our son.”
“Where is Sam now? Why isn’t he here with you now?”
“He is in the motel room.” Dean felt guilty for leaving his brother, but it had been for the best. He couldn’t allow Sam to become involved with their son’s life when the curse was still very much in place.
“Sam chose not to come with you?” Heese knew that he was pushing the boundaries of Dean’s patience when it came to Sam, but he didn’t want Dean to bottle up all of his emotions. It would lead to unnecessary stress.
“He doesn’t know I’m here.”
“Why would you intentionally leave Sam at the motel?”
“It would be great to have him here so he could experience all of this with me. He could think of the questions to ask that I always forget or just don’t think are important enough. It would be great to have that kind of support from Sam, but it can’t happen. The curse hasn’t been broken. I don’t know how long he will keep his memories.”
“Did you bring the movement chart with you?”
As he gave Doctor Heese the notepad, he couldn’t help but think what would happen if his unborn son’s movement wasn’t normal. What if after getting a clean bill of health for his son the movement chart proved differently?
Heese quickly read all of the information contained in the notepad. Everything was okay. The baby’s movement were what was expected at this stage of development. “You have nothing to worry about, other than having a very active baby. Are there any questions you would like to ask?”
“I’ve been going for a piss a lot more than I used to. It seems like I can’t get through an hour without needing to go at least four times. That can’t be normal.”
“It’s a normal part of pregnancy. As your baby grows, more pressure will be placed upon your bladder. You do not want to hold your urine in as there is a small chance you could get a urinary tract Infection.”
Heese could still remember the times he had run down a packed college hallway in his urgency to reach the nearest restroom. A weak bladder was just one of the things you couldn’t avoid during pregnancy.
“I’ve been daydreaming and that is something I never did before this pregnancy.”
“It happened to me as well. I used to be in the middle of doing something important when I’d just daydream.”
“That isn’t reassuring. This daydreaming thing can’t happen to me, not with the life I lead.”
“See it as a stress reliever. Daydreaming is just a way of relaxing. Do you have any other questions?”
“I know I’m not having the baby the same way a woman would, so that means I’m having a caesarean. I need to know everything about the operation.”
Usually he would be surprised when someone voluntary brought up the subject of a caesarean operation. Dean, however, was a person he knew researched everything. The pregnancy was just another subject to be researched. “After you have been given an anaesthetic, you will lie down on an operating table and a catheter will be inserted to drain away your urine during the operation. It will be kept in until you are able to go to the bathroom alone. A curtain will be set up above your chest to separate you from Doctor Arbogast and me. Your arms will be secured to the operating table. This minimizes the chance of you accidently reaching out and touching the sterilized surgical instruments. A small incision will be made in your lower abdomen followed by several small incisions. A final, small incision will be made to reach your baby. This final incision will be made to your male’s version of a uterus and the baby will be gently pulled out. The incision to the uterus will be closed with a suture that is designed to melt away over several weeks. This will stop any bleeding from the edges of the incision. The skin, the weakest layer of the whole repair will be carefully bought together with staples and steri-strips. The whole caesarean operation will take no more than thirty minutes.”
“What about the placenta?” He was not going to focus on the fact he most probably had some freaky version of a uterus.
“That will be removed shortly after your son has been delivered.”
“How long will I be in bed for?” He wasn’t relishing the fact that having a caesarean meant he would be confined to a bed for a few days.
“Usually I would recommend that a person who has had a caesarean get out of bed after just a few hours. As this is a male pregnancy, I want to take things at a slower pace.”
“Will I have a scar?” He wasn’t a vain man, being pregnant had put a stop to that, but he didn’t want another unexplainable scar.
“The scar you have will fade over time. It will become so faint that you won’t even notice it’s there.”
“I’m not ashamed of having a scar. I just don’t want to have to lie about how it got there.”
“Have you given any thought to having a personal labour assistant?”
“I don’t need a complete stranger telling me to calm down. I’ll be fine on my own.”
He didn’t suggest Sam as a personal labour assistant simply because he knew that Dean wouldn’t react well. “What about Angela? I’m sure if you ask her she wouldn’t mind.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“I have some bad news concerning your next appointment. The clinic will be getting some much needed improvements over the next few weeks. I don’t want you to come in for an appointment in the middle of all of that. The next time either Doctor Arbogast or I will be able to see you is in five weeks time. I don’t want you under the mistaken impression that you cannot contact us during that time. For that reason I am going to give you a list of phone numbers.” He then gave Dean a small piece of paper that had four phone numbers neatly written on it.
“Thank you.” Dean placed one hand on the couch to help himself get up. Once he was standing, he stretched slightly to relive the tension in his shoulders.
“Promise me that if you have any questions or just need to talk to someone you will call one of those numbers.” Heese opened the door to his office for Dean. He allowed the younger man to step out into the hallway first, before following and quietly closing the door behind him.
Following Doctor Heese though the clinics hallways and back towards the reception area he asked, “Even if its 2 in the morning?”
“Any time of the day or night.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” With those parting words, Dean walked out of the clinic. Once outside, he stood still for a few seconds allowing the cool night air to wash over him.
He looked towards the Impala only to see something unexpected. Sam was casually leaning up against the car as if the last day hadn’t happened. He should be happy that Sam hadn’t taken the hint and gone back to college. However, he is disappointed that Sam is by the car. Looking at Sam’s face, he doesn’t see anger; all he can see is relief and pity. All that does is piss him off.
He walks towards the car, stopping only when he was just two feet in front of his brother.
“Dean.” Sam says. Dean looks terrible. He has bags under his eyes. Looking at his brother, Sam could not see the person who had told him about their baby. All he could see was a person who was running on the last of his energy reserves. The fact that Dean hadn’t verbally ripped him a new hole for using the Impala as a leaning post tells him just how exhausted his brother is. “Get in the car Dean. I’m driving us back to the motel.”