Through the Glass 4/?
Through the Glass 4/?
Author: Magos186
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: I’m thinking a PG…possibly eventual pg-13 or higher
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 773
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: Once again, this chapter is dedicated to the amazing, spectacularly wonderful Blazon Paradox. Without her help, this probably wouldn't have been written.
“Okay, so-we need to talk about Jamie,” Sam said as he shut off the car, having just pulled in their driveway.
“You mean about my amnesia?” Dean asked.
“Yeah.”
“I um-I don't think we should tell him. You said he's only seven. He probably wouldn't understand.”
“First of all, Jamie is a very smart little boy. And second, you not only want to lie to him, but you want to fake your relationship?” Sam asked, slightly affronted.
“I sort of remembered you when I saw you. Maybe the same thing will happen when I see him. I mean I did give birth to him right?”
“Sadie tell you that?”
“No. I uh-earlier I felt the babies moving around and it felt familiar; like I'd gone through it before. So I just figured that it meant I'm the one who had Jamie.”
“Oh,” the younger man sighed defeatedly.
“Sam, look-I know you've been waiting for me to wake up for a long time and I know you were expecting me to be the same as I was before the accident. And I'm sorry that I can't remember. I'm sorry I'm hurting you so much.”
Sam turned to face Dean, their eyes locking as the younger said, “Dean, please don't apologize. None of this is your fault. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew it was unrealistic to expect you to be the same. And I'm not hurt that you can't remember. I'm just-”
“Disappointed,” Dean finished sadly as he got out of the car. Sam quickly followed, grabbing hold of the other man.
“I'm not disappointed. When I saw you get hit...God Dean, I didn't think you were still alive. But you survived. And I have sat by your bed every day and night since just praying that you would open your eyes and be okay. And you are. You're here and healthy with our babies safe and healthy within you and aside from your memory, there's nothing wrong.”
“If all you wanted was me awake, why are you being so distant?”
“I'm just scared. The things we've seen-the things you've had to face...I'm just afraid you won't be able to handle it all when you remember.”
“This isn't about everything though is it? This is about something in particular. Sadie already told me that we used to hunt monsters, which I found ridiculously easy to believe and I apparently had no trouble dealing with that. She also explained about our relationship-well ships with one another. I don't care that you're my brother as well as my husband. We love each other. That's what matters. And remembering all of this-it's not gonna damage me,” Dean said as he rolled up his sleeves. “So that means it has something to do with these.” He motioned to the thin, faint white scars, starting at his wrists and traveling 3 inches up his arms. Sam didn't answer. He simply looked away, his eyes shiny with restrained tears. “Hey,” Dean whispered, taking Sam's face in his hands and slowly turning it so their eyes once again met. “Whatever the reason, as long as I have you with me, we can get through it,” Dean said, sealing his vow with a kiss.
~~Later that night~~
Halfway through the night, Dean is thrust awake by a dream about a Shtriga attacking a 6 year old Sam. The knowledge of that night returned, but he felt as though he was a spectator as the scene unfolded in his head. He did not feel the guilt that washed over his younger self, but dreaming about that night filled him with the urge to check on their son. He knew the house was most-likely fortified against the supernatural, but he got out of bed just the same. He quickly makes his way to Jamie's room and finds the boy sound asleep, curled around a leather jacket.
“What's with the jacket?” Dean asked after they put their son to bed.
“It's yours. You've been wearing that since you were sixteen. He just needed to have some piece of you with him while you were gone,” Sam explained.
Dean quietly walked over to his son, carefully bent down, and kissed his forehead. Jamie sighed in his sleep, whispering, “I miss you mama.”
Dean's eyes teared up at the words and he choked back a sob as he said, “I wish I could remember you. You're such a special little boy. I really wish I could remember you my angel.”
TBC
Author: Magos186
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: I’m thinking a PG…possibly eventual pg-13 or higher
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 773
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: Once again, this chapter is dedicated to the amazing, spectacularly wonderful Blazon Paradox. Without her help, this probably wouldn't have been written.
“Okay, so-we need to talk about Jamie,” Sam said as he shut off the car, having just pulled in their driveway.
“You mean about my amnesia?” Dean asked.
“Yeah.”
“I um-I don't think we should tell him. You said he's only seven. He probably wouldn't understand.”
“First of all, Jamie is a very smart little boy. And second, you not only want to lie to him, but you want to fake your relationship?” Sam asked, slightly affronted.
“I sort of remembered you when I saw you. Maybe the same thing will happen when I see him. I mean I did give birth to him right?”
“Sadie tell you that?”
“No. I uh-earlier I felt the babies moving around and it felt familiar; like I'd gone through it before. So I just figured that it meant I'm the one who had Jamie.”
“Oh,” the younger man sighed defeatedly.
“Sam, look-I know you've been waiting for me to wake up for a long time and I know you were expecting me to be the same as I was before the accident. And I'm sorry that I can't remember. I'm sorry I'm hurting you so much.”
Sam turned to face Dean, their eyes locking as the younger said, “Dean, please don't apologize. None of this is your fault. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew it was unrealistic to expect you to be the same. And I'm not hurt that you can't remember. I'm just-”
“Disappointed,” Dean finished sadly as he got out of the car. Sam quickly followed, grabbing hold of the other man.
“I'm not disappointed. When I saw you get hit...God Dean, I didn't think you were still alive. But you survived. And I have sat by your bed every day and night since just praying that you would open your eyes and be okay. And you are. You're here and healthy with our babies safe and healthy within you and aside from your memory, there's nothing wrong.”
“If all you wanted was me awake, why are you being so distant?”
“I'm just scared. The things we've seen-the things you've had to face...I'm just afraid you won't be able to handle it all when you remember.”
“This isn't about everything though is it? This is about something in particular. Sadie already told me that we used to hunt monsters, which I found ridiculously easy to believe and I apparently had no trouble dealing with that. She also explained about our relationship-well ships with one another. I don't care that you're my brother as well as my husband. We love each other. That's what matters. And remembering all of this-it's not gonna damage me,” Dean said as he rolled up his sleeves. “So that means it has something to do with these.” He motioned to the thin, faint white scars, starting at his wrists and traveling 3 inches up his arms. Sam didn't answer. He simply looked away, his eyes shiny with restrained tears. “Hey,” Dean whispered, taking Sam's face in his hands and slowly turning it so their eyes once again met. “Whatever the reason, as long as I have you with me, we can get through it,” Dean said, sealing his vow with a kiss.
~~Later that night~~
Halfway through the night, Dean is thrust awake by a dream about a Shtriga attacking a 6 year old Sam. The knowledge of that night returned, but he felt as though he was a spectator as the scene unfolded in his head. He did not feel the guilt that washed over his younger self, but dreaming about that night filled him with the urge to check on their son. He knew the house was most-likely fortified against the supernatural, but he got out of bed just the same. He quickly makes his way to Jamie's room and finds the boy sound asleep, curled around a leather jacket.
“What's with the jacket?” Dean asked after they put their son to bed.
“It's yours. You've been wearing that since you were sixteen. He just needed to have some piece of you with him while you were gone,” Sam explained.
Dean quietly walked over to his son, carefully bent down, and kissed his forehead. Jamie sighed in his sleep, whispering, “I miss you mama.”
Dean's eyes teared up at the words and he choked back a sob as he said, “I wish I could remember you. You're such a special little boy. I really wish I could remember you my angel.”
TBC