Dreams Do Come True (6/?)
Title: Dreams Do Come True (6/?)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Characters: Dean, Sam, Ash, Bobby, Ellen, OFC's, OMC's
Warnings: AU, MPREG
Summary: Sam, Dean, and Tristan's nightmare is over and now they can be an actual family. Sam's pregnant again and Dean get's to be there and is gonna be a total mother hen. Plus there's a wedding to plan. Sequel to Fairytales are for Princes
A/N: It's normal for men to get pregnant and have kids. There's no deal, but John is still dead.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, sadly :-( Kripke does.
Chapter Six: Bobby Visits
Dean was almost done cooking dinner when the doorbell rang. People had visited throughout the day to see how Sam was doing. Dean knew that it had to be Bobby at the door this time.
He opened the door and grinned, “Hey Bobby.” He let him in.
“Hey Dean.” He walked in, duffel in hand. “How’s Sam?” He followed him into the kitchen.
Dean prepared a plate for Bobby and placed it in front of him, “He’s doing okay. Mainly his side is sore and he has a big bruise.”
Bobby began to eat, “That’s…that’s good. When Ash called me, I couldn’t think of anythin’ but gettin’ here. I’m so relieved that they’re okay.”
“You and me both Bobby. I couldn’t even drive, Alex had to.” He placed Sam’s food on a tray. “And then Tristan kept blaming himself for what happened. He finally calmed down today.” He sighed sadly.
Bobby looked surprised, “Why would TJ blame himself?”
“He accidentally crashed into Sam and well you know the rest…He was afraid that we were going to blame him or be mad at him for the fall.” He fixed a plate for his son and placed it on the table. “I should go wake the little guy up. He’s gonna freak when he sees ya’.” He left the kitchen, tray in hand.
Dean went into the room, both Tristan and Sam were still asleep. He placed the tray on the dresser then shook Tristan awake.
“Hey Champ, it’s dinnertime. Wake up baby boy.” He kissed his forehead.
Tristan yawned, “Huh?”
Dean rubbed his belly, “C’mon, up and at em’. Grandpa Bobby is out in the kitchen.”
At hearing his grandfather’s name, Tristan woke up completely, “Granpa Bob!”
He chuckled, “Yeah Peanut, he’s in the kitchen eating dinner. Go, he’ll help ya’ with yours.” He placed him on the floor.
Dean shook his head and smiled as he watched his son run out of the room. He heard him shout out his grandfather’s name. He turned his attention to his brother.
“Hey sleeping beauty, wake up.” He kissed his lips.
Sam smiled, “So Bobby’s here.” His voice was gruff from sleep.
“I knew you were awake.” Dean chuckled. “Nobody can sleep through our kid’s excited ‘voice’.”
Sam laughed, “Nope, but I wouldn’t change him for anything in the world.”
“Me either.” Dean got the tray and placed it on the bed. “Okay, time for you and our little girl to eat. I made spaghetti.” He began to feed his brother.
“At least it’s not Spaghettio’s.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He shook his head. “Tris loves them though.”
“As long as I don’t have to eat it. I’ve had enough of them for a lifetime.” He had another bite.
“I know.” He took a bite of Sam’s dinner. “Damn I’m a good cook.”
Sam smiled and kissed him, “Yes you are.” He rubbed his tummy when he felt the baby kick. “Hmm I think some chocolate sauce would make this taste even better.”
Dean had placed his free hand on Sam’s belly to feel the baby kick. His head snapped up when he heard his brother’s suggestion, “Oh Hell no Sammy, you’re eatin’ this the way I prepared it.”
Sam pouted, “Meany.” He kept rubbing his belly. “It’s only chocolate.”
Dean tried his best to keep a straight face, “Don’t pout Baby, I’ll make ya’ a chocolatey dessert.” He kissed his lover’s pout away.
“Fine.” Sam giggled. “I want chocolate ice cream with rainbow sprinkles and…applesauce on top.
“Oh Sammy that sounded good til’ ya’ got to the applesauce on top thing.”
“Hey, tell that to your daughter.”
“Our daughter. And don’t blame her for your cravings. Right baby girl?” He put the plate on the tray and rubbed Sam’s belly. He laughed when she kicked, as if answering his question. “See!”
“Whatever De, you better still make, me my craving.”
“Yeah I know.” He finished feeding Sam. “You feeling okay? No big pains?” Dean got into mother hen mode.
“My side, it hurts, but Ashley said I was going to be like this for a while.” He shifted a little and winced.
“Later tonight I’ll give you a massage. Maybe that will help a little.” He picked up the tray to take it back to the kitchen. “I’m gonna go wash the dishes. Bobby’s dying to see ya’. He’s been worried, I think he needs to see you so that he can believe that you’re alright.”
Sam nodded sadly, “I bet he was. Tell him to come on in.”
“’Kay Baby.” He gave Sam a chaste kiss then walked out.
Dean went back to the kitchen and found Tristan and Bobby talking. They had already finished with dinner.
“Daddy De, Granpa staying!” Tristan giggled.
“That’s awesome Champ.” He placed all the dishes in the sink. “Buddy go play for a while, your Grandpa is goin’ to see Daddy.”
“Okie Daddy De.” Bobby put him down and he ran off to his room.
Bobby headed to Sam and Dean’s room while Dean washed the dishes and prepared Sam’s dessert.
Bobby walked into the room and Sam smiled at him, “Hey Bobby.”
“Hey kiddo, how are ya’?” Bobby sat down on the edge of the bed.
“We’re both okay, my side is sore, but that’s all.” He assured.
“You scared the hell outta me. When Ash called me, tellin’ me that ya’ hurt yourself, I was afraid that you were gonna lose the baby.” Bobby looked at Sam’s belly.
Sam saw how upset he looked, “We were all scared, but I promise that she’s fine.” He grabbed one of Bobby’s hands and placed it on his growing belly. “You feel that?”
As if on cue the baby kicked, “Did she just?” Bobby was in awe. “My Grandbaby kicked.” There were tears in his eyes, though he kept them in check.
“Yeah she just started doing that.” Sam smiled. “See, she’s letting you know that she’s alright. She’s a Winchester after all.”
“That’s very true.” Bobby chuckled. “Well I should let ya’ rest. I’m gonna go spend some time with my TJ. I’m stayin’ for a couple of days. Dean can mother you to death while I watch my Grandson.”
“I already gave Dean free reign to be a mother hen, but you’re gonna make him worse.” Sam playfully groaned.
“Don’t blame me, he’s always been like that when it comes to you.” He laughed as he walked out of the room.
Sam shook his head and chuckled. He knew his brother was going to take mother henning to the extreme. He sobered up, everything that had happened just finally hit him at full force. He could’ve lost the baby in that fall.
Sam started to cry, “Oh God baby girl. I could’ve lost you.” He rubbed his belly. “That would’ve broken all of us.” He curled up as best as he could and placed a protective hand on his tummy and broke down.
When Dean went back into the room ten minutes later, he found Sam still crying. He immediately rushed to his brother’s side and pulled him into his arms after he put the bowl of Sam’s ice cream down.
“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you cryin’? Is something wrong with the baby?” Dean was worried. His little brother had been fine a couple of minutes ago.
Sam shook his head and clung to Dean, “I…I almost…lost us the baby.” He cried.
Dean felt like if he was sucker punched, “No Sammy, don’t say that.” He held him tighter. “Don’t even think that. It was an accident Baby.”
“I know, but…I just can’t stop thinking about it.” The baby kicked Sam. “I’m sorry baby girl, I’ll try to calm down.” Both guys rubbed the belly.
Tears ran down Dean’s cheeks, “I can’t believe I missed this the first time.” He kissed Sam’s temple.
“You’re…you’re here now De.” Sam wiped his eyes, but more tears fell.
“I know…but…but I shouldn’t have missed it…” Dean left his hand on the belly. “I should’ve been there…I don’t blame you Sammy. What I did to you was horrible…I just…” He took a deep breath. “It’s just not fair to Peanut…I get to be here for this little girl, all the way from the beginning. Tristan didn’t have that…”
Sam cut him off, “And it was all my fault…I should’ve told you De, I know that I should’ve, but…I was so scared…I…I kept thinking you would want me to get rid of him…That you would hate me even more…” He sobbed. “I didn’t have the right to do that to you…I’m so sorry Baby.”
“Shh Sammy, we’re okay now…Let’s put that behind us…Plus I’m very happy that I get to be here for Tristan now…We need to cheer up Baby, baby girl knows when her parents are upset…” He wiped the tears that had run down Sam’s cheeks with his thumbs, while Sam did the same to him.
Sam gave him a kiss, “I know De…We’re a family now.” He finally started to calm down.
Dean smiled, “Sammy, tell me about when Tristan started to kick. Please.”
The guys snuggled into a comfortable position. Sam smiled as he remembered that day, a lot had happened.
“Okay De…It happened the same day that I found out he was going to be a boy. That night I was sitting in the nursery of my old apartment writing down a long list of what Peanut was going to need. At the time I only had bought a crib that Stacey and I had set up in the middle of the room. After a while I stopped writing and just sat there thinking about anything else I would need and about the future. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice the movement. When I did notice, I felt a flutter. Not the feeling of bubbles like I had, had before. I waited again to see if I would feel it again and I did. That time though, actually felt like a kick…I was so happy, I had finally felt my baby move. I had been waiting a while for him to do that…At the same time though, I felt sad. I felt sad because you weren’t there to feel it…I had wanted you to feel our baby boy kick for the first time…” His smile wavered. “I started to cry, but then Peanut made his presence known again and that made me stop. He never liked it when I was sad or upset. He would always start to kick to cheer me up.” He chuckled as he remembered all the times Tristan would cheer him up with a small kick.
Dean smiled at hearing the story, “So I guess Champ was a little soccer player when he was in your belly.”
Sam laughed, “Soccer player and boxer. He was always so active when he was in me. Just you wait, I’m gonna sign him up for one of those sports when he’s older.”
“Well you can sign him up for soccer. We can give him the boxing classes ourselves. We’ll be better than any of those coaches.” He smiled, but then got serious. “All I’m sayin’ is that this little girl is not gonna be a ballerina. She can be girly, but not too much pink and we’re not getting’ her any foofy poofy dresses.”
Sam’s eyes went wide, “Oh my God De! What if she wants to be a ballerina? You gonna tell her no?...I agree about those super extremely girly dresses. I don’t want our daughter dressing like that either.”
“I’ll…I’ll give her an alternative. What, I don’t know yet.”
Sam just shook his head, “Whatever you say De.”
Dean smiled, “You’ll see.” He rubbed the belly and looked up at his brother. “Thanks for telling me about Tris, Sammy.” He kissed his brother.
“No need to thank me De. Whenever you wanna know about Peanut just ask me.” He gave Dean a kiss on the cheek then rested his head on his big brother’s shoulder.
Dean yawned, “Okay Sammy.”
The dessert lay forgotten on the nightstand. Both guys fell into an easy sleep. The emotions and confessions had worn the guys out.
An hour later Bobby walked into the room and found them asleep. He smiled at the sight and chuckled when he saw the melted ice cream and sprinkles with applesauce. He picked up the bowl, walked out of the room, and closed the door quietly behind him. He placed the bowl in the sink then went to Tristan’s room.
“Hey TJ let’s get ready for bed. Your Daddies are already asleep.” He looked for Tristan’s pajamas and underwear.
Tristan put his toys away, “Granpa can I’s sleep with you?” He asked as he finished.
Bobby led him into the bathroom and started filling the tub with water and bubble bath, “Just for tonight. Tomorrow ya’ sleep in your room, okay?” Tristan nodded and Bobby got him ready for the bath.
As Bobby bathed him they talked about everything that Bobby had missed. Also Tristan told his story about the accident. Bobby listened and reassured the little boy that his parents were right. Then they talked about the baby and what they were going to do with her when she was born. Bobby reminded the toddler that he wouldn’t get to play with her right away ‘cause she was going to be too little to, but that when she was bigger she would be able to play.
After he finished with Tristan, Bobby layed him down on the already open and ready sofa bed. He went to take his own shower. By the time he was done, Tristan was asleep. Bobby made sure every door was locked before he got into bed himself. He layed on his side and pulled his grandson towards him. He was relieved that everyone was okay, especially Sam and his granddaughter.
TBC...