Fic: Thinking About Life
Title: Thinking About Life
Author: mummyluvr314
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dean/Nick
Summary: You see, when a man and another man love each other very much, sometimes they want to start a family… and sometimes God decides that they should start a family, even if they weren’t planning on it.
Warnings: Spoilers for Lost episode 6.09.
A/N: Eighteenth in my schmoop_bingo ‘verse, written for the “Pregnancy - Birth” prompt. The title’s from “Kind of Guy” by Louden Swain.
Disclaimer: The characters aren’t mine. Sorry.
Previous Chapters: Master Post!
Dean knew that sex often led to parenthood. He just didn’t think that the kind of sex he and Nick had could lead to parenthood. But there was Nick, standing in their living room, with a gurgling infant in his arms.
So Dean just had to ask. “What the hell?”
Nick looked at him and smiled - a big, goofy grin full of affection that meant Dean was in trouble. That was when he saw the man sitting on their couch.
“Not exactly,” Chuck said with a smile that kind of made Dean want to punch Him in the face.
“Explanation,” Dean demanded, still a little antsy around the deity after the last stunt He’d pulled. “Now.”
“Gabriel didn’t deserve to die,” Chuck said, getting to His feet and joining them in the corner of the room. “So I’m giving him another chance.”
“What’s that have to do with the baby?” Dean asked, gesturing vaguely toward the pink-wrapped bundle in Nick’s arms.
“That would be Gabriel,” Chuck explained. “I want you to take care of her. She needs to learn her lesson, and I figured some time on Earth as a mortal might be a good way to teach her.”
“Her?” Dean echoed.
“It’s a girl,” Nick supplied helpfully.
“I’m trusting you with one of my children,” Chuck said. “I know you’ll take good care of her.”
Dean blinked at Him. “You have to be kidding me. After everything You’ve done to us? After letting the Apocalypse happen, leaving us to fend for ourselves, and then dangling paradise at us as an alternative to real life? Why would we want to help You?”
“Because Nick always wanted to be a father,” Chuck replied softly, dropping his voice so that the older man wouldn’t hear him. “And you always wanted a family like this. I trust you both.” He smiled, raising his voice. “Besides, it’ll only be for a few years. She’ll get her memories and mojo back when she turns 18. So relax.”
“We can’t raise a baby,” Dean argued. “We’re too old. We’ll be, like, sixty when she hits puberty. I’m not putting up with that.”
Chuck reached out and clasped both their shoulders in a strong grip, sending a small shock through their bodies. “Now you’re like me,” he said, raising his eyebrows at them and smirking.
“What?” Dean asked.
The deity pulled away and frowned. “Don’t you guys watch Lost?”
“I missed the last season,” Nick said. “Why?”
“Go buy it. Episode nine will explain everything.” He winked at the taller man and disappeared, leaving them with a sleeping infant.
-.-
Nick stood in the doorway of the nursery that had mysteriously replaced their spare bedroom that afternoon. Gabriel was asleep in her crib, tucked in all safe and sound, but he didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to risk coming back to find blood spilling out of the bed, soaking into the carpet. He didn’t want it all to have been a dream, to wake up and find that he was still alone, that Lucifer had never found him, that Dean had never found him. He didn’t want to risk it, so he stayed.
She looked a little like Jack had, all pink and lumpy and cute in that ugly way that all young babies were.
Jack had never been this quiet though, he’d been a screamer from the moment fresh air had entered his lungs, coming into the world the same way he’d left it. Loud and messy.
They hadn’t even wanted kids. Sarah hated her genes, and hunting didn’t exactly pay well. They’d barely been able to afford the house, and when they’d found out about Jack, they’d kind of panicked. But Sarah found work and Nick found a second job and they saved until the day that Jackson Marion Campbell came screaming into the world. Nothing had been the same since.
Nick felt a presence behind him and turned to see Dean standing in the hallway with a DVD case in his hands. “When the creepy guy in the white shirt touches you, it means you stop aging,” the younger man explained.
“Jacob touched Alpert?” Nick asked.
Dean raised an eyebrow. “Satan felt up a Spaniard,” he said slowly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He turned and started walking down the hallway. “It’s late,” he called back. “You should come to bed.”
“Maybe later.”
He heard Dean sigh. “She’s gonna be there when we wake up. The creepy island deity isn’t gonna let anything happen to her.”
Nick smiled and turned. “I guess you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right,” Dean said. “Come on. I’ll pour us a couple of glasses of metaphor and you can play catch-up with the castaways.”
Nick glanced back at the crib once before following Dean out into the living room, even if he wasn’t entirely sure what the hunter was talking about.
Author: mummyluvr314
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dean/Nick
Summary: You see, when a man and another man love each other very much, sometimes they want to start a family… and sometimes God decides that they should start a family, even if they weren’t planning on it.
Warnings: Spoilers for Lost episode 6.09.
A/N: Eighteenth in my schmoop_bingo ‘verse, written for the “Pregnancy - Birth” prompt. The title’s from “Kind of Guy” by Louden Swain.
Disclaimer: The characters aren’t mine. Sorry.
Previous Chapters: Master Post!
Dean knew that sex often led to parenthood. He just didn’t think that the kind of sex he and Nick had could lead to parenthood. But there was Nick, standing in their living room, with a gurgling infant in his arms.
So Dean just had to ask. “What the hell?”
Nick looked at him and smiled - a big, goofy grin full of affection that meant Dean was in trouble. That was when he saw the man sitting on their couch.
“Not exactly,” Chuck said with a smile that kind of made Dean want to punch Him in the face.
“Explanation,” Dean demanded, still a little antsy around the deity after the last stunt He’d pulled. “Now.”
“Gabriel didn’t deserve to die,” Chuck said, getting to His feet and joining them in the corner of the room. “So I’m giving him another chance.”
“What’s that have to do with the baby?” Dean asked, gesturing vaguely toward the pink-wrapped bundle in Nick’s arms.
“That would be Gabriel,” Chuck explained. “I want you to take care of her. She needs to learn her lesson, and I figured some time on Earth as a mortal might be a good way to teach her.”
“Her?” Dean echoed.
“It’s a girl,” Nick supplied helpfully.
“I’m trusting you with one of my children,” Chuck said. “I know you’ll take good care of her.”
Dean blinked at Him. “You have to be kidding me. After everything You’ve done to us? After letting the Apocalypse happen, leaving us to fend for ourselves, and then dangling paradise at us as an alternative to real life? Why would we want to help You?”
“Because Nick always wanted to be a father,” Chuck replied softly, dropping his voice so that the older man wouldn’t hear him. “And you always wanted a family like this. I trust you both.” He smiled, raising his voice. “Besides, it’ll only be for a few years. She’ll get her memories and mojo back when she turns 18. So relax.”
“We can’t raise a baby,” Dean argued. “We’re too old. We’ll be, like, sixty when she hits puberty. I’m not putting up with that.”
Chuck reached out and clasped both their shoulders in a strong grip, sending a small shock through their bodies. “Now you’re like me,” he said, raising his eyebrows at them and smirking.
“What?” Dean asked.
The deity pulled away and frowned. “Don’t you guys watch Lost?”
“I missed the last season,” Nick said. “Why?”
“Go buy it. Episode nine will explain everything.” He winked at the taller man and disappeared, leaving them with a sleeping infant.
-.-
Nick stood in the doorway of the nursery that had mysteriously replaced their spare bedroom that afternoon. Gabriel was asleep in her crib, tucked in all safe and sound, but he didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to risk coming back to find blood spilling out of the bed, soaking into the carpet. He didn’t want it all to have been a dream, to wake up and find that he was still alone, that Lucifer had never found him, that Dean had never found him. He didn’t want to risk it, so he stayed.
She looked a little like Jack had, all pink and lumpy and cute in that ugly way that all young babies were.
Jack had never been this quiet though, he’d been a screamer from the moment fresh air had entered his lungs, coming into the world the same way he’d left it. Loud and messy.
They hadn’t even wanted kids. Sarah hated her genes, and hunting didn’t exactly pay well. They’d barely been able to afford the house, and when they’d found out about Jack, they’d kind of panicked. But Sarah found work and Nick found a second job and they saved until the day that Jackson Marion Campbell came screaming into the world. Nothing had been the same since.
Nick felt a presence behind him and turned to see Dean standing in the hallway with a DVD case in his hands. “When the creepy guy in the white shirt touches you, it means you stop aging,” the younger man explained.
“Jacob touched Alpert?” Nick asked.
Dean raised an eyebrow. “Satan felt up a Spaniard,” he said slowly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He turned and started walking down the hallway. “It’s late,” he called back. “You should come to bed.”
“Maybe later.”
He heard Dean sigh. “She’s gonna be there when we wake up. The creepy island deity isn’t gonna let anything happen to her.”
Nick smiled and turned. “I guess you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right,” Dean said. “Come on. I’ll pour us a couple of glasses of metaphor and you can play catch-up with the castaways.”
Nick glanced back at the crib once before following Dean out into the living room, even if he wasn’t entirely sure what the hunter was talking about.