Re: FILLED: Seasons Come and Go (But I Will Never Change) 5/6 - Dean/Sam - R - ficsalireJune 21 2011, 18:39:03 UTC
Blaise nods eagerly. Of course he wants to do something for his dad. He’s his freaking idol.
“I need you to be a big boy and go get some firewood. I don’t want you to go so far away that you can’t see the cave anymore, but we really need to make a fire for Papa, and I can’t go right now. And I need you to be very careful when you go by that stupid cat’s body, okay? Don’t get any blood on you. If you do, tell me right away, and we’ll take care of it.”
The little boy nods, face set in determination. “Yes, sir.”
Dean grins at him. “Thanks, buddy. You’re a lifesaver. Remember, don’t go too far.”
“Yes, sir!” Blaise pipes up again before dashing out of the cave on his mission.
Sam gives him a dark look. “Dean, he is four years old. You just sent a four year old into the woods by himself.”
Dean waves his hand dismissively. “He’s a good boy. He won’t go anywhere without being able to see the cave. And now we can have this baby without scarring the kid for life.” He reaches for Sam’s jeans, plucking the button opening and pulling the zipper down for him before tugging on them. “Hips up, Sam.”
Sam readjusts so that he’s slumping against the wall with mostly just his head and shoulders propped against it, and he lifts his hips.
Dean peels his jeans and boxers off with the ease of someone who’s done it routinely for more than half of their lives now. “There we go.”
Sam’s back arches as the next contraction hits him. It feels like someone keeps kicking him in the stomach, and he can’t catch his breath, gasps for air and groans. Sweat is starting to bead at his temples, and he grits his teeth.
“You’re doing a good job, Sammy,” Dean encourages softly. He pushes Sam’s bangs out of his face, then frowns, pressing his hand to Sam’s forehead. “Damn, you’re freezing.”
“That river was really cold,” Sam says, smiling a little. “And then Blaise said he was still chilly, so I gave him my jacket.”
Dean shrugs off his coat and drapes it over Sam. “You’re not allowed to be pregnant with my child and get sick on my watch, Sammy. You’re shivering, for Christ’s sake.”
Sam snuggles beneath the coat. It smells like old leather and Dean’s aftershave, and it’s warm from Dean’s body heat. It almost makes Sam feel a little better. “You’d have done the same thing. How’d you stay dry?”
“There’s a thinner part of the river a little bit farther up stream. The were jumped over it at one point, and I just followed.” He takes Sam’s hand as another contraction hits, squeezing gently. “You gotta breathe, Sam.”
“Dean, I’d really appreciate it if you stopped telling me what to fucking do right now,” Sam hisses between clenched teeth.
Dean arches a brow. “You were much nicer with Blaise.”
“I had an epidural and a hospital and doctors with Blaise.” Sam squeezes Dean’s hand for all it’s worth. Pressure keeps building in his hips, and he’s about to split in two, he knows it. “Dean, I want to push.”
“Yeah, okay,” Dean says, voice calm and sure. He withdraws his hand from Sam’s, repositioning himself between Sam’s legs. Dean pushes his legs up, helping Sam plant his feet on the floor. “Whenever you’re ready, Sammy.”
On the next contraction, Sam curls in on himself, holding his breath and pushing as hard as he can.
“Come on, Sam,” Dean encourages. “You can do this. You’ve done it before. Just like riding a bike.”
“It’s nothing like riding a bike,” Sam pants as the contraction ends. The next one comes before he’s ready, and he’s shaking, gritting his teeth. “Dean.”
“Push, Sammy.” Dean kisses the top of his knee. “Come on, just a little bit more.”
Sam whimpers, fisting Dean’s jacket as another one hits, and he’s tired, he’s so fucking tired. Too tired to be in this much pain, too tired to push this baby out. “I. Dean, I can’t.”
“Yeah, you can, Sam. You’re almost done. Just a little more.” He reaches up, running his hand reassuringly up Sam’s inner thigh. “You’ve got this, Sammy.”
Another contraction hits, and Sam scrambles after it, curling up and pushing.
Re: FILLED: Seasons Come and Go (But I Will Never Change) 6/7 - Dean/Sam - R - ficsalireJune 21 2011, 18:41:22 UTC
And then he feels it. All of the pressure on his hips is gone in one final gush, and tiny, angry wails bounce off the cave walls. Dean’s knife flashes in the moonlight as he pulls it from his pocket, cutting the cord before tying it off, and he grins, face flushed. “We have a little girl.” He laughs. “Sammy, I don’t know shit about raising a girl.”
Sam laughs too, a little hysterical, and reaches for them both, dragging Dean up beside him. He takes the baby into his arms, pulling off his flannel shirt and wrapping it around her. She calms down pretty quickly once she’s tucked safely in his arms. “I think your job mostly consists of waving the shotgun at anyone that looks like they think they might be interested in her.”
Dean kisses his forehead and tucks the shirt just a little tighter around the baby. “I can do that.”
Sam tilts his head up, kissing Dean softly before smiling. “I think you’ll be really good at it, actually.”
“Papa?”
Sam lifts his gaze to see Blaise with his little arms full of sticks. He’s suddenly very grateful that Dean’s coat has slipped to cover his lap. “Hey, kiddo. The baby decided she couldn’t wait to meet you, so she came a little early.”
Blaise drops the sticks he’d been carrying and rushes over, climbing into Dean’s lap to hover over the bundle in Sam’s arms. The little girl’s face is still a little red, her dark hair curling wetly against her forehead. Blaise looks like he’s in the presence of Miss America. “My baby is here,” he whispers, almost reverent.
Dean laughs, running his hand through Blaise’s hair. “That’s right, buddy. She’s finally here.”
“What’s her name?”
“Don’t know yet.” Sam bites his lip and looks up at Dean. “What do you think?”
Blaise throws his arms in the air and proclaims, “Maddie!”
“Madison?” Dean asks. “I kinda like it, actually.”
Sam glances down at the baby in his arms, smiling softly. “Is your name Madison? Your big brother seems to like it a lot. Madison Marie, maybe?” He asks the last part tentatively, unsure how Dean will feel about giving the baby a name so close to Mary, but he wants to pay homage to their mother in some way. He can’t remember her, and having the baby partially named for her feels right, like having a piece of her back.
“Madison Marie Winchester,” Dean repeats, getting a feel for it. “Sounds good to me.”
A draft blows through the cave, and Sam shudders.
Dean wraps an arm around him, squeezing gently. “I’m gonna go start that fire that I was talking about earlier. Wouldn’t want Baby Madison to catch a cold.” He presses a kiss to Maddie’s tiny hand and gets up, placing Blaise on the ground. “You take care of Papa and Maddie, okay, Blaise?”
Re: FILLED: Seasons Come and Go (But I Will Never Change) 7/7 - Dean/Sam - R - ficsalireJune 21 2011, 18:41:44 UTC
Blaise nods, watching his dad gather up the sticks he’d brought in earlier and start arranging them before returning his attention to Sam and the baby. “Can I hold her, Papa?”
Sam nods, gently placing her in his outstretched arms. “Hold the head up, okay? She can’t do that by herself yet, and she can get hurt if you don’t.”
Blaise holds her close, and Sam smiles softly, imagining that this is probably a pretty accurate depiction of what he and Dean had looked like together right after Sam was born. He also takes the opportunity to slowly wriggle back into his boxers, despite them being a little tacky still.
He picks Blaise up after he’s got his boxers back on and places both of his children in his lap, wrapping all three of them in Dean’s coat. He holds them close, and almost instantly feel his son’s body start to relax. He’s got to be exhausted. It’s ridiculously late for a four year old, and this day hasn’t exactly been an easy one.
Sam takes Maddie, cradling her in one arm and wrapping the other around Blaise, kissing the top of his head. “You’re such a good boy, Blaise. You were so good today.”
Blaise yawns, settling into his papa’s grasp and closing his eyes.
Sam watches as Dean takes a lighter to a bundle of sticks he’s holding like a torch and lights up the body of the werecat before setting it to the arranged pile in front of Sam. Once the fire is going, he returns to Sam’s side, wrapping an arm around him. “They out?”
Sam nods, resting his head against Dean’s shoulder. “Yeah, like lights. We need to get to that town tomorrow morning. Maddie is going to be starving.”
Dean nods. “I’ll head out as soon as it’s light outside. You just stay here with the kids and rest up.”
Sam hums his assent, feeling his eyes grow heavy. He’s tired and aching, has been since they started running, and Dean is warm against his side. “It’s been a long day.”
“Tell me about it. Damn cat ruined my car’s upholstery.” Sam makes a face at him, and Dean laughs quietly, kissing his temple. “The price of being a Winchester. Sleep, Sammy.”
Re: FILLED: Seasons Come and Go (But I Will Never Change) 7/7 - Dean/Sam - R - ficsalireJune 21 2011, 22:26:23 UTC
You have my okay to kidnap Blaise, but I'm pretty sure you'll have two royally pissed off Winchester's on your trail in about .5 seconds, if not a third, much tinier Winchester as well :)
Yeah, I can only imagine Dean's reaction to the blood on his (other, non-human) baby would be utter devastation once his family was safe. Plus, it'll probably be towed to the police station by the time they get back to the motel. It and the room they were in were both covered in blood. Doesn't take a genius to put two and two together and figure they might be related. Dean's going to have to break his baby out of car-prison, hehe. Meanwhile, Sam wonders if they should really be teaching Maddie how to commit half a dozen crimes before she's twenty four hours old. Oh, this family. *chinhands*
Thanks for the sweet comments, and I'm glad you enjoyed :)
“I need you to be a big boy and go get some firewood. I don’t want you to go so far away that you can’t see the cave anymore, but we really need to make a fire for Papa, and I can’t go right now. And I need you to be very careful when you go by that stupid cat’s body, okay? Don’t get any blood on you. If you do, tell me right away, and we’ll take care of it.”
The little boy nods, face set in determination. “Yes, sir.”
Dean grins at him. “Thanks, buddy. You’re a lifesaver. Remember, don’t go too far.”
“Yes, sir!” Blaise pipes up again before dashing out of the cave on his mission.
Sam gives him a dark look. “Dean, he is four years old. You just sent a four year old into the woods by himself.”
Dean waves his hand dismissively. “He’s a good boy. He won’t go anywhere without being able to see the cave. And now we can have this baby without scarring the kid for life.” He reaches for Sam’s jeans, plucking the button opening and pulling the zipper down for him before tugging on them. “Hips up, Sam.”
Sam readjusts so that he’s slumping against the wall with mostly just his head and shoulders propped against it, and he lifts his hips.
Dean peels his jeans and boxers off with the ease of someone who’s done it routinely for more than half of their lives now. “There we go.”
Sam’s back arches as the next contraction hits him. It feels like someone keeps kicking him in the stomach, and he can’t catch his breath, gasps for air and groans. Sweat is starting to bead at his temples, and he grits his teeth.
“You’re doing a good job, Sammy,” Dean encourages softly. He pushes Sam’s bangs out of his face, then frowns, pressing his hand to Sam’s forehead. “Damn, you’re freezing.”
“That river was really cold,” Sam says, smiling a little. “And then Blaise said he was still chilly, so I gave him my jacket.”
Dean shrugs off his coat and drapes it over Sam. “You’re not allowed to be pregnant with my child and get sick on my watch, Sammy. You’re shivering, for Christ’s sake.”
Sam snuggles beneath the coat. It smells like old leather and Dean’s aftershave, and it’s warm from Dean’s body heat. It almost makes Sam feel a little better. “You’d have done the same thing. How’d you stay dry?”
“There’s a thinner part of the river a little bit farther up stream. The were jumped over it at one point, and I just followed.” He takes Sam’s hand as another contraction hits, squeezing gently. “You gotta breathe, Sam.”
“Dean, I’d really appreciate it if you stopped telling me what to fucking do right now,” Sam hisses between clenched teeth.
Dean arches a brow. “You were much nicer with Blaise.”
“I had an epidural and a hospital and doctors with Blaise.” Sam squeezes Dean’s hand for all it’s worth. Pressure keeps building in his hips, and he’s about to split in two, he knows it. “Dean, I want to push.”
“Yeah, okay,” Dean says, voice calm and sure. He withdraws his hand from Sam’s, repositioning himself between Sam’s legs. Dean pushes his legs up, helping Sam plant his feet on the floor. “Whenever you’re ready, Sammy.”
On the next contraction, Sam curls in on himself, holding his breath and pushing as hard as he can.
“Come on, Sam,” Dean encourages. “You can do this. You’ve done it before. Just like riding a bike.”
“It’s nothing like riding a bike,” Sam pants as the contraction ends. The next one comes before he’s ready, and he’s shaking, gritting his teeth. “Dean.”
“Push, Sammy.” Dean kisses the top of his knee. “Come on, just a little bit more.”
Sam whimpers, fisting Dean’s jacket as another one hits, and he’s tired, he’s so fucking tired. Too tired to be in this much pain, too tired to push this baby out. “I. Dean, I can’t.”
“Yeah, you can, Sam. You’re almost done. Just a little more.” He reaches up, running his hand reassuringly up Sam’s inner thigh. “You’ve got this, Sammy.”
Another contraction hits, and Sam scrambles after it, curling up and pushing.
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Sam laughs too, a little hysterical, and reaches for them both, dragging Dean up beside him. He takes the baby into his arms, pulling off his flannel shirt and wrapping it around her. She calms down pretty quickly once she’s tucked safely in his arms. “I think your job mostly consists of waving the shotgun at anyone that looks like they think they might be interested in her.”
Dean kisses his forehead and tucks the shirt just a little tighter around the baby. “I can do that.”
Sam tilts his head up, kissing Dean softly before smiling. “I think you’ll be really good at it, actually.”
“Papa?”
Sam lifts his gaze to see Blaise with his little arms full of sticks. He’s suddenly very grateful that Dean’s coat has slipped to cover his lap. “Hey, kiddo. The baby decided she couldn’t wait to meet you, so she came a little early.”
Blaise drops the sticks he’d been carrying and rushes over, climbing into Dean’s lap to hover over the bundle in Sam’s arms. The little girl’s face is still a little red, her dark hair curling wetly against her forehead. Blaise looks like he’s in the presence of Miss America. “My baby is here,” he whispers, almost reverent.
Dean laughs, running his hand through Blaise’s hair. “That’s right, buddy. She’s finally here.”
“What’s her name?”
“Don’t know yet.” Sam bites his lip and looks up at Dean. “What do you think?”
Blaise throws his arms in the air and proclaims, “Maddie!”
“Madison?” Dean asks. “I kinda like it, actually.”
Sam glances down at the baby in his arms, smiling softly. “Is your name Madison? Your big brother seems to like it a lot. Madison Marie, maybe?” He asks the last part tentatively, unsure how Dean will feel about giving the baby a name so close to Mary, but he wants to pay homage to their mother in some way. He can’t remember her, and having the baby partially named for her feels right, like having a piece of her back.
“Madison Marie Winchester,” Dean repeats, getting a feel for it. “Sounds good to me.”
A draft blows through the cave, and Sam shudders.
Dean wraps an arm around him, squeezing gently. “I’m gonna go start that fire that I was talking about earlier. Wouldn’t want Baby Madison to catch a cold.” He presses a kiss to Maddie’s tiny hand and gets up, placing Blaise on the ground. “You take care of Papa and Maddie, okay, Blaise?”
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Blaise nods, watching his dad gather up the sticks he’d brought in earlier and start arranging them before returning his attention to Sam and the baby. “Can I hold her, Papa?”
Sam nods, gently placing her in his outstretched arms. “Hold the head up, okay? She can’t do that by herself yet, and she can get hurt if you don’t.”
Blaise holds her close, and Sam smiles softly, imagining that this is probably a pretty accurate depiction of what he and Dean had looked like together right after Sam was born. He also takes the opportunity to slowly wriggle back into his boxers, despite them being a little tacky still.
He picks Blaise up after he’s got his boxers back on and places both of his children in his lap, wrapping all three of them in Dean’s coat. He holds them close, and almost instantly feel his son’s body start to relax. He’s got to be exhausted. It’s ridiculously late for a four year old, and this day hasn’t exactly been an easy one.
Sam takes Maddie, cradling her in one arm and wrapping the other around Blaise, kissing the top of his head. “You’re such a good boy, Blaise. You were so good today.”
Blaise yawns, settling into his papa’s grasp and closing his eyes.
Sam watches as Dean takes a lighter to a bundle of sticks he’s holding like a torch and lights up the body of the werecat before setting it to the arranged pile in front of Sam. Once the fire is going, he returns to Sam’s side, wrapping an arm around him. “They out?”
Sam nods, resting his head against Dean’s shoulder. “Yeah, like lights. We need to get to that town tomorrow morning. Maddie is going to be starving.”
Dean nods. “I’ll head out as soon as it’s light outside. You just stay here with the kids and rest up.”
Sam hums his assent, feeling his eyes grow heavy. He’s tired and aching, has been since they started running, and Dean is warm against his side. “It’s been a long day.”
“Tell me about it. Damn cat ruined my car’s upholstery.” Sam makes a face at him, and Dean laughs quietly, kissing his temple. “The price of being a Winchester. Sleep, Sammy.”
Sam hums again and closes his eyes.
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So quick - and all in one go too ^0^!!
I love your dialogue here - and Blaise is SOOOO CUTE!!
May I kidnap him? Pretty pretty please?!?! ;E!!!
Favourite bit though..
“It’s been a long day.”
“Tell me about it. Damn cat ruined my car’s upholstery.”
OH DEAN!!!
XD!!!
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Yeah, I can only imagine Dean's reaction to the blood on his (other, non-human) baby would be utter devastation once his family was safe. Plus, it'll probably be towed to the police station by the time they get back to the motel. It and the room they were in were both covered in blood. Doesn't take a genius to put two and two together and figure they might be related. Dean's going to have to break his baby out of car-prison, hehe. Meanwhile, Sam wonders if they should really be teaching Maddie how to commit half a dozen crimes before she's twenty four hours old. Oh, this family. *chinhands*
Thanks for the sweet comments, and I'm glad you enjoyed :)
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thank you for doing such an incredible job out of here. loved every bits of it 8-)
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