Through the Glass 3/?
Through the Glass 3/?
Author: Magos186
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: I’m thinking a PG…possibly eventual pg-13 or higher
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 659
Warnings: Just the usual wincest and mpreg.
Disclaimer: they’re only mine in my dreams
Summary: Two months since Dean went into a coma. Four hours since he woke up. One hour since Sam’s heart broke.
A/N: sorry it’s taken me so long to put up a new chapter, but I’ve had massive writer’s block, until recently. Someone suggested a way to help my block and it worked so I dedicate this chapter to Blazon Paradox. Thanks Babe!
A/N 2: I know this is a short chapter, but chapter 4 (which is longer) will be up either tonight or tomorrow.
“This is gonna sound really lame, but…I don’t remember your name or my name for that matter, but I do know that I love you.”
“How?” Sam asked as he moved closer, his eyes once again shining with unshed tears.
Dean gently held Sam’s face in his hands and said, “Because when I saw you, I knew I was home,” before leaning over and kissing the younger man with all the passion and love he could feel in his heart.
A soft knock on the door invaded their bubble, causing the two men to break apart. “Sorry to interrupt,” Sadie said as she popped her head in the door. “Sam, you have a phone call.”
“Go on,” Dean gently prodded when the younger man didn’t move. “I’ll still be awake when you get back.”
Sam placed a kiss upon his lover’s head before reluctantly leaving to pick up the phone lying on the kitchen table. “Hello?”
“Oh honey, it’s so good to hear your voice.”
“Missouri? What do you want?”
“You better watch your tone with me young man.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just been a long day. Been a long couple of months actually.”
“I know what you mean. And it’s taken me a long time to work up the courage to call you.”
“He’s dead, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he is. Listen Sam…I know what happened between you boys and your daddy. And I’m not sayin he was right because Lord knows he wasn’t, but he left something here for you-for you and Dean. It’s a video. I think you should see it.”
“Maybe. Maybe I will, but I’m not letting Dean. He doesn’t remember it.”
“He doesn’t have post-traumatic stress, does he?”
“He has amnesia.”
“Amnesia? Why? What happened?”
“About two months ago-the night John was here-we were home in bed. Our son Jamie was sleeping across the street at Bobby’s. Dean woke up in the middle of the night calling out for Jamie. Next thing I know Dean’s rushing out the door. I got there just in time to see the car hit him. It was late so the car was going pretty fast. Dean was hurt bad. Doctors said it was a miracle he didn’t die…even more of a miracle the babies survived. Anyway, he just woke up from his coma a few hours ago and he doesn’t remember anything,” Sam said around the lump in his throat, determined not to cry again.
“Oh sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”
“Yeah…thanks.”
“He really doesn’t know you?”
“He says his heart remembers me even if his head doesn’t.”
“That’s good. I’m sure once he’s back home with you and your boy that everything will come back.”
“Yeah,” Sam replied in a deflated voice.
“You don’t sound very hopeful.”
“No I am. I want him to get it all back it’s just…what John did to him…I almost lost him. It took me nearly a year to get him back completely. I don’t want him to go through it all again.”
“But you weren’t with him when it happened. You will be this time.”
“I guess. Listen, I should probably get back to him.”
“Alright. You give him my love. And think about what I said.”
“I will. Bye Missouri.”
“Goodbye sweetheart.”
Sam placed the phone back on the table, taking a few deep breaths. It’s not that he was saddened by the death of John Winchester. Hell, he was the one who threatened to kill him and Sam was quite sure that that list of people was probably a long one too. It was just…now that the man was gone, they were finally free. Sam would never have to worry about John showing up in the middle of the night again. He would never have to worry about John trying to hurt Dean. Now all he had to worry about was Dean’s memory coming back. How was he supposed to explain why John was such a bastard…why he said the things he did when Sam didn’t have any of the answers. Every time he thought about it…every way he thought about it, he could never picture Jamie doing anything that would make him treat his son like John had treated Dean. Maybe he should watch that tape Missouri mentioned. Maybe then he’d at least be able to understand.
Taking a few more deep breaths and squaring his shoulders, Sam headed back to the love of his life.