Ripples in the Water (7/7) Epilogue
Title: Ripples in the Water
Author: yahnknshadows
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Genre: Dean/Jared; AU
Warnings: AU, slash, mpreg (non-graphic), language, hunting, life
Disclaimer: Lies, I tell you! It's all a lie!"
World Count: This part: 1,464; Total: 24,561
Summary: Jared keeps waking up in the wrong place, with people he doesn't know, in a world he doesn't understand, and he falls in love with it.
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Part VII
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EPILOGUE: Four Years Later…
Jared sat across the table from John while Dean got the car ready for their next stop: Bobby’s house. “You’re sure you want to pass this hunt on to Jo? She’s a great girl, don’t get me wrong, but you do realize that Ellen is going to skin you alive for sending her daughter off on a hunt, right?”
“Jo’s been hunting for a couple of years now, and she’s getting pretty good at it. Ellen’ll understand my need to see my first grandchild come into the world.” John sat back, nursing his coffee while Jared made faces at the cup of herbal tea he had to drink since coffee made the baby insane. “Besides, it’s just a case of redcaps. It’s not something she’s ever had trouble with before.”
“True. I still find it utterly hilarious that Ellen and Jo think Dean knocked up some random girl, though. You’re sure we can’t trust them with the truth? I mean, Bobby didn’t freak out too much. Well, once he got used to the idea, I mean.” Jared sipped his tea, lips curling in distaste.
“Ellen and Jo would never understand, and Bobby wouldn’t talk to us for over six months. He just didn’t pull a shotgun on us over it.” John watched Jared lever himself to his feet, ready in case Jared stumbled, and grinned as the tall young man rubbed his distended belly.
“Exactly; he didn’t freak out. Anyway, I’ll be right back and finish getting this info together so that Bobby can send it off to her.” Jared patted John’s shoulder and waddled off to the bathroom.
Dean had finished up with the car, his other baby. He had changed the oil and filled the tank with gas just to make sure they could make the trip as fast as possible. They had sworn up and down that they weren't going to have kids but it hadn't worked out that way. Jared had been begging and Dean agreed that the condom was a waste of time. It really only did take one time.
He threw a bag or two into the car and headed back in. Once inside, Dean washed his hands in the sink before finding something to drink and sitting down to join his father for a few minutes. "Car’s packed and ready to move out." He popped open his beer.
John raised a brow and looked pointedly at the beer bottle in Dean’s hand. “Drinking before you take your partner and unborn child out driving?” he asked dryly. “If I’d even thought about a beer before we were going anywhere, your mother would flay me alive.” He held up a hand to stall the protest he could see coming from Dean’s lips. “And don’t even give me that crap about Jared being nothing like your mother-he’s pregnant; anything can change his mood.”
Dean frowned and looked down at the beer, ready to pout. "Force of habit?" He pushed it to the side and leaned back. "If he asks, it's yours." He smiled as he stretched a little, rubbing the back of his neck. "And, you know, if he hears you saying all pregnant people are alike he might bite you."
“Which would only prove my point, and he knows that,” John replied smugly, setting aside his coffee in favor of the beer. No sense in wasting it.
Jared toddled out of the bathroom and went to the bed at the far side of the motel room, gathering up books. John’s gaze softened as his eyes trailed over the large swell of pregnant belly. “You won’t understand this until your kids have kids, but I’m enjoying Jared’s pregnancy in ways I couldn’t enjoy your mother’s. Mary was very private with her bouts of crying and she’d lock the door against me when she was putting the nursery together.
“Jared, however, cries on my shoulder and demands that I pet him, and he asks me questions about Mary’s pregnancy and how it relates to his own. It’s kind of novel.” John’s grin widened. “And I don’t have to get up in the middle of the night to go fetch rhubarb pie and sardines like you do.”
Dean laughed and shook his head as his eyes fell on his very pregnant boyfriend. "I like that he's open. If he locked himself away, I'd try and bang down the door again." He smirked.
"And I don’t mind getting things for him," Dean said, truly meaning it. He didn't mind the mood swings even. He was happy and for the most part Jared was as well. Life was certainly very different than he would have thought it was going to be.
Jared waddled over, frowning at the pair of Winchesters. “What are you two grinning about?” he asked suspiciously. “Because if this is another one of those conversations where you two make fun of the crazy things kiddo makes me eat, I’ll have no choice but to beat you to death with these books. Don’t make me a widow and don’t deprive this bundle of crazy of his grandpa.”
“No, no, nothing like that.” John stood and made Jared take his seat. “We were talking about how much Bobby’s going to flip when you start cleaning his house.”
Dean grinned. "Yeah, I think this is some kind of nesting period or something, right?" He looked at John for confirmation before looking back at Jared.
Jared eyed them both for a long minute and then huffed and shook his head. “I don’t believe you, of course, but I’ll let it slide for now. Come on. I can look through these books and make my notes while we’re on the road. I want to get to Bobby’s before the doc does. He’s got a small spare room that would be awesome as a nursery. Do you think he’d let me decorate it since I’ll be staying there for a while once the kiddo’s born?”
John laughed and took the books from Jared, shaking his head as he headed to the door. “I’m sure he will. He’s a sucker for puppy eyes.” The door swung closed on Jared’s laughter.
Dean got up and threw the beer can away and put the coffee cup into the sink in the small kitchen. He turned around and moved to Jared, slid a hand around his boyfriend's waist. "So you ready, then?" he asked. "We should get going so we can hurry up and stop for snacks or something," he teased, kissing Jared before he could get snippy. "You can always start the nursery out in general neutral colors, you know, unless we find out if it's a boy or a girl."
Jared dropped an arm around Dean’s shoulders and squeezed tightly, a look of wry amusement on his face. “It’s not my fault your son likes to jump around on my bladder,” he snorted and then grinned. “And, yes, he’s your son when he’s being a pain. He’s mine when he’s being an angel, so he’s pretty much going to be your son all the time. He’s got too much of you in him to be an angel unless he’s asleep.”
Dean shifted out from beneath Jared’s arm and slid up behind him, hands flat on Jared’s distended belly. "The kid’s going to be hard to keep up with, with how much he knocks you around already." Dean rolled his eyes as he kissed Jared's shoulder blade. “And we both know you’ve never been a troublemaker, right?” he said sarcastically.
“I’ve never made trouble that I couldn’t get myself out of. Though, I will admit to letting you play the hero from time to time.” Jared leaned back into Dean’s embrace, eyes closed. A horn blasted twice outside, John reminding them it was time to get on the road.
“Come on, babe, we should get going. If you’re good, I might even take a nap on your lap,” Jared teased. “And I’ll definitely blow you tonight before bed.”
Dean moved to the bed and grabbed the last bag before taking Jared's hand to move towards the door. "I guess dad's driving, then." He put an arm around Jared as they left, closing the door behind them. "Maybe next time we should go for twins."
“Yeah, and next time, you can be pregnant,” Jared retorted. “Have you seen my feet? Because I haven’t in something like three months!”
"Yes, and they miss you just as much as you miss them." Dean laughed.
Jared climbed into the backseat of the Impala and stretched out comfortably. “You’re lucky I love you, smart ass. Now, get in the damn car.”
Dean got in the passenger side and relaxed as he looked over at his dad. "Alright, grandpa, we're ready when you are."
~End~
Author: yahnknshadows
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Genre: Dean/Jared; AU
Warnings: AU, slash, mpreg (non-graphic), language, hunting, life
Disclaimer: Lies, I tell you! It's all a lie!"
World Count: This part: 1,464; Total: 24,561
Summary: Jared keeps waking up in the wrong place, with people he doesn't know, in a world he doesn't understand, and he falls in love with it.
Beta: Let's all give a rousing round of applause to Sarah <3 <3 <3 <3! Thanks so much for your help, honey!
Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Epilogue
***Thanks so much for reading along, guys! I just wanna say that all of you are unutterably wonderful and fantastic, and it makes my little heart swell and my face flame at the wonderful commentary you guys give us. You guys are AWESOME! <3 ***
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Part VII
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EPILOGUE: Four Years Later…
Jared sat across the table from John while Dean got the car ready for their next stop: Bobby’s house. “You’re sure you want to pass this hunt on to Jo? She’s a great girl, don’t get me wrong, but you do realize that Ellen is going to skin you alive for sending her daughter off on a hunt, right?”
“Jo’s been hunting for a couple of years now, and she’s getting pretty good at it. Ellen’ll understand my need to see my first grandchild come into the world.” John sat back, nursing his coffee while Jared made faces at the cup of herbal tea he had to drink since coffee made the baby insane. “Besides, it’s just a case of redcaps. It’s not something she’s ever had trouble with before.”
“True. I still find it utterly hilarious that Ellen and Jo think Dean knocked up some random girl, though. You’re sure we can’t trust them with the truth? I mean, Bobby didn’t freak out too much. Well, once he got used to the idea, I mean.” Jared sipped his tea, lips curling in distaste.
“Ellen and Jo would never understand, and Bobby wouldn’t talk to us for over six months. He just didn’t pull a shotgun on us over it.” John watched Jared lever himself to his feet, ready in case Jared stumbled, and grinned as the tall young man rubbed his distended belly.
“Exactly; he didn’t freak out. Anyway, I’ll be right back and finish getting this info together so that Bobby can send it off to her.” Jared patted John’s shoulder and waddled off to the bathroom.
Dean had finished up with the car, his other baby. He had changed the oil and filled the tank with gas just to make sure they could make the trip as fast as possible. They had sworn up and down that they weren't going to have kids but it hadn't worked out that way. Jared had been begging and Dean agreed that the condom was a waste of time. It really only did take one time.
He threw a bag or two into the car and headed back in. Once inside, Dean washed his hands in the sink before finding something to drink and sitting down to join his father for a few minutes. "Car’s packed and ready to move out." He popped open his beer.
John raised a brow and looked pointedly at the beer bottle in Dean’s hand. “Drinking before you take your partner and unborn child out driving?” he asked dryly. “If I’d even thought about a beer before we were going anywhere, your mother would flay me alive.” He held up a hand to stall the protest he could see coming from Dean’s lips. “And don’t even give me that crap about Jared being nothing like your mother-he’s pregnant; anything can change his mood.”
Dean frowned and looked down at the beer, ready to pout. "Force of habit?" He pushed it to the side and leaned back. "If he asks, it's yours." He smiled as he stretched a little, rubbing the back of his neck. "And, you know, if he hears you saying all pregnant people are alike he might bite you."
“Which would only prove my point, and he knows that,” John replied smugly, setting aside his coffee in favor of the beer. No sense in wasting it.
Jared toddled out of the bathroom and went to the bed at the far side of the motel room, gathering up books. John’s gaze softened as his eyes trailed over the large swell of pregnant belly. “You won’t understand this until your kids have kids, but I’m enjoying Jared’s pregnancy in ways I couldn’t enjoy your mother’s. Mary was very private with her bouts of crying and she’d lock the door against me when she was putting the nursery together.
“Jared, however, cries on my shoulder and demands that I pet him, and he asks me questions about Mary’s pregnancy and how it relates to his own. It’s kind of novel.” John’s grin widened. “And I don’t have to get up in the middle of the night to go fetch rhubarb pie and sardines like you do.”
Dean laughed and shook his head as his eyes fell on his very pregnant boyfriend. "I like that he's open. If he locked himself away, I'd try and bang down the door again." He smirked.
"And I don’t mind getting things for him," Dean said, truly meaning it. He didn't mind the mood swings even. He was happy and for the most part Jared was as well. Life was certainly very different than he would have thought it was going to be.
Jared waddled over, frowning at the pair of Winchesters. “What are you two grinning about?” he asked suspiciously. “Because if this is another one of those conversations where you two make fun of the crazy things kiddo makes me eat, I’ll have no choice but to beat you to death with these books. Don’t make me a widow and don’t deprive this bundle of crazy of his grandpa.”
“No, no, nothing like that.” John stood and made Jared take his seat. “We were talking about how much Bobby’s going to flip when you start cleaning his house.”
Dean grinned. "Yeah, I think this is some kind of nesting period or something, right?" He looked at John for confirmation before looking back at Jared.
Jared eyed them both for a long minute and then huffed and shook his head. “I don’t believe you, of course, but I’ll let it slide for now. Come on. I can look through these books and make my notes while we’re on the road. I want to get to Bobby’s before the doc does. He’s got a small spare room that would be awesome as a nursery. Do you think he’d let me decorate it since I’ll be staying there for a while once the kiddo’s born?”
John laughed and took the books from Jared, shaking his head as he headed to the door. “I’m sure he will. He’s a sucker for puppy eyes.” The door swung closed on Jared’s laughter.
Dean got up and threw the beer can away and put the coffee cup into the sink in the small kitchen. He turned around and moved to Jared, slid a hand around his boyfriend's waist. "So you ready, then?" he asked. "We should get going so we can hurry up and stop for snacks or something," he teased, kissing Jared before he could get snippy. "You can always start the nursery out in general neutral colors, you know, unless we find out if it's a boy or a girl."
Jared dropped an arm around Dean’s shoulders and squeezed tightly, a look of wry amusement on his face. “It’s not my fault your son likes to jump around on my bladder,” he snorted and then grinned. “And, yes, he’s your son when he’s being a pain. He’s mine when he’s being an angel, so he’s pretty much going to be your son all the time. He’s got too much of you in him to be an angel unless he’s asleep.”
Dean shifted out from beneath Jared’s arm and slid up behind him, hands flat on Jared’s distended belly. "The kid’s going to be hard to keep up with, with how much he knocks you around already." Dean rolled his eyes as he kissed Jared's shoulder blade. “And we both know you’ve never been a troublemaker, right?” he said sarcastically.
“I’ve never made trouble that I couldn’t get myself out of. Though, I will admit to letting you play the hero from time to time.” Jared leaned back into Dean’s embrace, eyes closed. A horn blasted twice outside, John reminding them it was time to get on the road.
“Come on, babe, we should get going. If you’re good, I might even take a nap on your lap,” Jared teased. “And I’ll definitely blow you tonight before bed.”
Dean moved to the bed and grabbed the last bag before taking Jared's hand to move towards the door. "I guess dad's driving, then." He put an arm around Jared as they left, closing the door behind them. "Maybe next time we should go for twins."
“Yeah, and next time, you can be pregnant,” Jared retorted. “Have you seen my feet? Because I haven’t in something like three months!”
"Yes, and they miss you just as much as you miss them." Dean laughed.
Jared climbed into the backseat of the Impala and stretched out comfortably. “You’re lucky I love you, smart ass. Now, get in the damn car.”
Dean got in the passenger side and relaxed as he looked over at his dad. "Alright, grandpa, we're ready when you are."
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