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If you want to help me out you could all do me a big favor and peruse my Etsy shop and/or tell everyone you've ever met about it. I'd like that a LOT. No time for a big intro because this story is a biggin'.
Title: Thanks Pt. 3
Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) bitchandjerk
Characters: Sam/Dean,John/Mary/OFC OMCs OFCs Jared/Jensen
Rating :R
Words11,000/2,962,600
Warnings: Wincest,
Summary: Thanksgiving day finally draws to a close but not before one more visitor arrives.
Notes::AU, rest are here.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Feedback: Makes me hard
In a week Sam planned on sitting down with Carol and making his very first scrapbook. It was something she suggested to get him out of the house more and as an activity he might be able to use to make some new friends. Sam was really looking forward to that and while he didn't relish the idea of his mommy helping him make friends he did think it might be nice to meet some other adults who had kids and if those kids came over to play with his kids that would be just fine.
Before Sam went to his first scrapbooking class he still had to finish Thanksgiving dinner, kill a monster, free an angel, and prevent Jason for turning into one. Even though it was a week Sam thought that was an awful lot to do but he wasn't worried at all. He was already pretty damn strong and since he had taken on the Crone he wasn't that worried about Joe especially since he intended on being much stronger by the time that happened. With Joe dead Ian would be free to go back to his son and Gabe would go back to heaven or wherever it was angels hung out with they weren't on the clock. Helping Jason was really the only thing that had Sam concerned but Gabe did mention that he'd be safe as long as Joe didn't become a bigger threat so one solution took care of a different problem.
That was a lot of shit to do, but Sam couldn't do a thing on Thursday besides cook and he had been doing it pretty much nonstop with brief supernatural intermissions. Because his class was coming up Sam decided that while cooking he might take some pictures, that way he'd have something to scrapbook and all the women in the class with him would be super jealous of his adorable floppy haired assistant who had to be the only four year old in the world who could peel an asparagus stalk within an inch of it's life. Sam had bought big jumbo asparagus and Evan was shaving off the stalks to keep them tender, and he also thought that maybe the stalks were what made Dean complain about stinky pee.
Sam had no idea if that was true or not but when Evan told Dean all about the hard work he was doing just for him he made a huge deal out of it. Dean absolutely loved asparagus but he didn't eat it as often as he would have liked because it made for stinky tinkles. Sam had actually caught him once mid-stream trying to take a whiff which was adorable and probably a little gross. It wasn't like piss was the best smelling thing in world to begin with so Sam ate asparagus whenever he wanted without caring what it did to him. He was a little concerned about it making his spunk funky but Dean had never and would never complain about how that smelled, tasted, or felt inside of him.
Thinking about being inside of Dean was something Sam didn't need to be doing so he very quickly busied himself with taking more pictures. He got a really cute one of Evan, with Dean's denim covered ass in the background and Sam was right back where he started from. He wasn't going to say anything to Dean about wanting sex, but it seemed like as soon as it was off the menu it was all Sam wanted. He really wanted to get fucked most of all but he knew that was going to be weeks if not months off on account of the dream, which Joe was going to pay extra for.
"Sammy, are these supposed to pop?"
"Whuh?"
"I guess they get so juicy they just pop." Dean said. "When I'm poking them they're popping…erupting I guess."
"What…what are you talking about?"
"The cranberries I'm stirring."
"Oh…Oh! Yeah, they pop when they get all hot and…juicy."
"That's some excellent stirring, daddy."
"Thank you, baby." Dean smiled. "Uh, babies."
"That's us." Evan whispered. "We're the hottest and we cook the best. We're totally the most helpful."
"That we are." Sam said. "Very true."
"Milo is less helpful."
"You're telling me."
Milo had come into the kitchen with Mary to see if they could help, but there were too many pots on the stove for him to be underfoot and Sam couldn't work and hold him at the same time. He told both babies that and Mary yelled until Carol came to get her, but Milo stayed right where he was and decided to take a nap on the kitchen floor under the table. It looked incredibly uncomfortable but Ollie got him his book and a little blanket before shoving a pacifier in his mouth. He had been out for about thirty minutes and Sam really thought he was being at least as helpful as John had been with the ten pounds of potato peeling.
"He's distracting is what he is." Sam said as he looked over at him. "Dean, is Mary taking a little nap too?"
"Yeah, Carol said she was. It's good they sleep since we're eating lunch later than usual. They're not as patient as some of the chirrens."
"Me!" Evan smiled. "It's weird how you call grandma Carol when there are people around but when we're alone you call her mo…"
"Hey!" Dean yelled. "Wow, look at that asparagus!"
"Hmmm." Evan muttered. "Not really worth interrupting me over."
"We can talk about that later." Dean said as he squatted down. "Maybe tonight when I sing you a song and daddy gives you kisses."
"Sweet, bitch!"
"I thought you'd like that."
"Maybe you could both give me kisses."
"Me?" Dean asked. "I thought you were all about daddy."
"Well I am." Evan said before he paused. "But daddy, you've been so helpful today. Daddy and I wouldn't have been able to do it without your help."
"Are you making fun of me!"
"No, I only do that when it comes to your height issues."
"He's serious, Dean." Sam smiled. "You've been extremely helpful today. Amazing, really."
"You really think I'm more helpful than Jason?"
"No." Sam laughed. "No way, but still thank you."
"You're welcome baby…babies!"
Evan giggled quite loudly and then struck a very cute pose with Dean that Sam had to capture on his fancy new camera. Jeremy had said he paid way too much for it, but Sam bought it after he was shot and Dean had him on lockdown. It was a wildly known fact that homosexuals would wither and die if they didn't shop so Sam did it online and the camera was one of his extravagant impulse purchases. That reminded him of another impulse purchase that might make Dean feel a little better. He wasn't really feeling bad anymore but things were still a little stressful for him.
"I bought you a yacht."
"You did!" Evan gasped. "Daddy, that's so sweet of you! I'm going to keep it on my side of the room."
"Oh…I was talking to daddy."
"I see. Oh well, Ethan would have yelled anyway. Making noise about how he needs a boat and you know he's the bad one, like Milo."
"You bought me a yacht?" Dean laughed. "Why?"
"Well, when I went off the other day I stopped at this dealership and they were just so nice…I think you could take classes and then we can like…sail to New Orleans."
"New Orleans?"
"Yeah, it's just a few hours from there to Monroe." Sam smiled. "We can go see Amy and Auden…and there could be muffalettas."
"Could…I mean…" Dean said before he cleared his throat. "I'd have like a jacket and a hat, right?"
"I actually think that comes with it."
"And I'd be the captain."
"Of course!"
"And I can name the boat." Dean said. "I think I'll call it The Honey Button."
"Totes apprope, daddy."
"Thank you." Dean laughed. "Wow, Sammy, that's really nice of you, but it's like a family yacht, right?"
"Yeah, it's for all of us, but I bought it for you."
"That's very sweet. Now how much did you spend?"
"A nickel."
"Wow, how big is it?"
"Like sixty feet." Sam said before coughing. "Eighty or something."
"Hmm…is there a reason you're telling me now? Seems like it might be a good Christmas present."
"I just thought…"
"Oh." Dean whispered. "Oh, I get it."
"Did my clever plan to make you feel better work?" Sam smiled. "A little?"
"I think so Sammy…but now I'm all distracted by wondering how I'll look in a captain's suit."
"More bangable than ever obviously." Evan said. "Daddy, were you feeling bad?"
"I was a little gassy."
"It because you don't let him fart in bed. He has to hold it in all night!"
"Well, maybe I'll have to make an exception." Sam laughed. "Dean, you may fart in bed as long as you pull back the covers first. Deal?"
"Only took me eight years to get a little freedom in this joint!"
If it kept him happy Sam was going to let Dean eat and fart in bed, maybe even both at the same time. He had been through a terrible experience just a few hours ago and he was giggling and whispering with Evan like nothing had happened. He was still just the tiniest bit off and a boat wasn't going to fix that but it gave him something else to think about and thankfully Mikey was just about to do the rest.
When he walked into the kitchen Dean was busy tickling Evan and Sam was getting some good pictures. Mikey stood right on the other side of the counter and cleared his throat about six times in a row. Normally when the kids wanted attention Sam always dropped whatever he was doing to give it. Mikey was so insistent and dramatic Sam completely ignored him for a few seconds and so did Dean. That made him clear his throat even louder which gave Dean a chance to run over and scoop him up. He wanted them to pay attention to him and he got it because Dean grabbed him and turned him upside down so his blonde head was on the kitchen floor.
"Daddy!"
"Yes?" Dean asked as he spun him around. "Hey, I bet if I spun him fast enough I could keep him balanced on his head."
"Don't you dare!"
"You better not risk it." Sam laughed. "What's going on, Mikey?"
"Well…daddy, I'm for real!"
"Fine." Dean said before he flipped him over. "What is it? Did Alex try to marry you?"
"No." Mikey said quite seriously. "I'm going to ask you both a very serious question and I want you to say yes before I ask it."
"Yes."
"Dean." Sam said as he shook his head. "Don't fall for that. He's going to be a teenager soon. This is some kind of test."
"Do you need us both to say yes?"
"Yes." Mikey nodded. "Come on, daddy."
"I think I need to know what the question is first. Is it a sleepover with Charlie?"
"No."
Sam was sure that Mikey was about to say something really cute but he wasn't just saying yes to any question the kids asked without hearing it. Dean would do it no problem and in a few years Ethan was going to use that as an excuse as to why he stole a car or broke into a liquor store. It was all about setting examples and since Michael was such a bad role model that beat off actors it fell on Mikey to be a good boy.
"Jeremy asked if I wanted to go with him and Aaron later to help out at the shelter in Beaufort."
"Um…"
"And I want to go and help. Can I?"
"I'll be right back!" Dean said as he put Mikey down. "Stay here."
"Where are you going, daddy?"
"I'm going to punch Jeremy in the face and then I'm going to staple uncle Aaron's butt shut."
"Daddy!" Evan yelled. "What if they wanna do the wild thang?"
"They should have thought about that earlier."
Dean was just about to march out of the kitchen when Sam grabbed him by his sleeve. Clearly Aaron and Jeremy would have to be punished, but Sam really thought that could wait and that it wouldn't have to involve any staples. Jeremy had mentioned volunteering to feed the homeless dinner which Sam thought was a very noble thing to do. He was proud of Jeremy and Aaron for wanting to do it, and he really had no problem with Mikey tagging along. What he did have a problem with was still not knowing how to answer the questions Mikey would have when he got home about why some people had three turkeys and some people had none.
"I'm sorry, buddy." Dean said. "We don't want you to do that."
"May I ask why?"
"Ugh." Dean groaned. "Why couldn't you have just yelled like Ethan would have? Did you have to be polite?"
"I think if I'm polite you'll change your mind…or I might blackmail you."
"With what?" Sam asked. "Wow, you went from polite to blackmail awfully quickly."
"I'd hate to really look into that earthquake this morning." Mikey said. "Maybe by doing some research and calling the local meteorologist…"
"You make me so proud." Dean nodded. "You're finally starting to act like a real boy!"
"Hey!"
"That actually helps daddy a lot!"
"Mikey." Sam sighed. "I know why you want to help and I think it's really nice, but those people might upset you."
"Good."
"You want to be upset?"
"Maybe if I saw stuff that upset me…other stuff wouldn't upset me so much." Mikey said. "And I want to help."
"Like when we watched television?" Evan asked. "When Jensen gave that speech about being a homo?"
"Yeah." Mikey nodded. "Like that."
"Is Charlie going with you?"
"Yes, daddy."
"Okay." Sam smiled. "Yes."
"Me too." Dean said. "You may go and help out."
"I think it'll be fun and Jeremy said there's lots we can do in the kitchen."
"I'm sure he's right." Sam said. "You'll have fun and be a big help."
"Okay, thank you. Come on, Evan, Ethan was wondering when you were coming to see us."
"I'll be back, daddy!"
"Okay, baby."
There was a very good reason why Mikey never acted like a real boy and Sam thought that was because he was already a little man. The shooting had been the hardest on him out of all the kids because he understood what had happened but he still couldn't really wrap his mind around why it happened regardless of how smart he was. In a way being so sheltered really was a big handicap for him because stuff would come up that he just didn't get. Sam wasn't completely on board with him hanging out with a bunch of homeless people, but at the same time he had to learn life lessons no one could teach him. He had to see things first hand and if he was supervised and with people who could take care of him some things wouldn't come as such a shock like the shooting had.
"You okay with that?"
"Yeah." Dean laughed. "They're probably just spooning out pudding or something."
"I meant him going when he knows it'll upset him."
"I'm less okay with that, but I get it. He's not our little boy anymore. I should have seen this coming after he asked to go to school alone."
"It's not a bad thing to let him be a little independent."
"You're right. As long as he doesn't find out everything."
"He won't, Dean. Real world absolutely, but nothing else."
"This is good I think. It's like helping people…but you don't have to kill anything."
"Absolutely." Sam laughed. "And he won't resent us when he's older."
"I heard that." John said as he walked into the kitchen. "You've seriously been cooking for like three weeks."
"I would have been done two weeks ago if someone hadn't invited forty extra people."
"He's always bitching." John whispered to Dean. "How's my big boy doing?"
"I'm good, daddy."
John started poking and tickling Dean which made him erupt into a fit of giggles much like Evan had. Sam still didn't have all the details about what happened when Dean was dreaming, but it made him even more thankful for John than usual. Seeing them together made Sam feel all warm inside and he was so glad that he had patched things up with John. When they were arguing all they did was make things worse for Dean and Sam didn't want to do that. He wanted him to be happy and judging by the big smile on his face he was getting closer and closer.
"So, Mikey's going to some kind of hobo parade?" John asked. "Better than the homo parades he's usually at."
"He's helping at the shelter." Sam said. "With your kiss ass sons."
"I told Jeremy to ask you two before he asked Mikey. I don’t know what it is about him not listening to people when they tell him what to do."
"Mmhmm."
"I thought you forgave me." John said as he moved over a little closer. "Come on…lemme see you smile."
"A don wanna." Sam said. "I'm busy."
"Why don't you just…" John said before he paused. "You know, like…Windex Laviosa!"
John rather spastically waved his hands around and somehow managed to slap Sam right in the face. Sam totally resented the implication that he'd ever use mojo for cooking and Mikey was going to raise hell if he ever heard John mention some kind of fucked up Harry Potter magic. Harry Potter was pretty much Mikey's nemesis and though Sam wasn't sure why that was exactly he was going to support his son.
"Ow!"
"Oh, shit, sorry, Sammy, I…Ow! You slapped me!"
"You slapped me first, shit for brains!"
"Windex Laviosa…" Dean muttered. "That's what we need to clean the windows in Vermont that are so high up."
"I'm not going to use mojo to cook dinner." Sam said as he rubbed his face. "I think I've done enough today."
"Jeremy said that chick was like a dragon snake demon bitch." John whispered. "Was she hot?"
"Looking to nail another demon in the stink tube?" Dean asked. "Dad, she was eight feet tall and her tits were leaking."
"Shut the fuck up…she showed you her tits?"
"They were covered in scales and slimy." Sam said. "Also, aren't you the big no mojo poster boy? Not to be confused with my Bunny the pro-homo poster boy."
"Well, Jeremy explained that nothing would happen to you. So if you're not going to go all evil and rape me then you should just…expedite the cooking process."
"Who said anything about you getting raped?" Dean asked. "Did Jeremy say something about that?"
"No." John whispered. "I just naturally assumed."
"You know what, dad? When you're around I do sometimes feel a little evil."
"So…you don't need help?"
"No." Sam smiled. "But thank you."
"How much…"
"About an another hour. Go watch television with the kids."
"You wanna come with me?"
"I'm helping out in here." Dean laughed. "I'm not going to leave Sam alone to watch television."
"You can if you want to, Dean."
"Sammy, I'm right where I want to be."
"So am I."
Normally John would roll his eyes after an exchange like that but he just grabbed a carrot and rather quietly snuck away. Since they got back from killing the Crone Sam kept having little moments with Dean where it was like there wasn't anything else left in the world but the two of them. He was in the middle of one when Dean walked over and proved him right. He was kissing him again and it felt so normal. It felt like it always had and for the ten millionth time Sam's whole body swooned and he let himself go a little limp in Dean's arms.
"Can you get dinner done in a half hour?"
"Can you kiss me like that again?"
"I sure can." Dean smiled. "I'm starving."
"Half hour then."
"For how many kisses?"
"All of them."
Twenty-eight minutes and six kisses later Sam put the turkey down on the dining room table and let his handsome husband carve it in front of all their family, most of their friends, and an angel who Dean decided needed a whole leg to himself.
Last year Mary and Milo were just about three weeks old and only had a little dot of gravy and some mashed potatoes from Dean's fingertips for Thanksgiving. They seemed to enjoy it at the time but Dean knew they were really looking forward to actually eating a little something more substantial. They had pretty much anything anyone could want in front of them so Dean fixed two little plates with a bit of everything they could have and then he just waited. Mary picked up a green bean and had a nibble, but Milo scooped up all his mashed potatoes with his hands and promptly placed them on his own head.
Dean thought about doing the same because it was a very fashion forward look, but he sure as hell wasn't going to waste even a spoonful of what had to be Sam's most incredible meal to date. The tradition was for everyone to take turns and say what they were thankful for but no one was talking. They were all gobbling up the food like it was the last meal they were going to get. Sam was a damn fine cook, but he had really outdone himself, which was something he was apparently aware of. He wanted his perfect meal and nothing said perfect like silence around the dinner table. While he cleaned up Milo he had a big smile on his face which Dean really loved seeing.
That smile was more than just happiness over friends and family sharing a meal. It meant that after the morning they had things could be normal again rather quickly and relatively easily considering. Thanksgiving dinner around one big table was like something Norman Rockwell had painted and it just so happened that he made a career out of capturing normal moments. That was all Sam really wanted out of life most days and unfortunately it was the one thing all the money, influence, and power in the world couldn't buy.
"Sammy?"
"Yeah?"
"Is this something like what you had in mind?"
"I think so." Sam said as he looked around the table. "Less potato heads."
"Bwahbahdah…" Milo whispered. "Abah, dahdah!"
"You know he only did that so you'd give him a bath later."
"Like father like son."
"Well." Dean said as he leaned over. "At least he's paying attention."
"Happy Thanksgiving."
"Happy Thanksgiving, baby."
When Milo was in the middle of them Dean rarely got the kisses he thought he deserved. As soon as he'd be close to closing in on Sam, Milo would either yell or slap him in the face. Not only did Dean get his kiss, but Milo didn't say a word or do anything besides be especially cute. He was sort of checking out the situation and trying his best to get most of what was on his plate in his mouth. Dean thought for a second he was going to get the shifty side eye, but Milo just played it cooled and flaunted his big blue eyes.
"Is he feeling okay?" Nick asked. "Want uncle Nick to poke you with some needles?"
"Wha!" Ollie yelled. "You don even know!"
"He doesn't let you two get away with that often."
"No, he doesn't." Sam smiled. "But every once in a while he lets us slide. How's your food?"
"Oh, man." Nick grinned. "There's a reason you're my favorite brother, Sam."
"Uh…" Bruce said before he coughed. "Hi, I'm sitting right here."
"Yeah, and if you want to move up a spot you should be eating and reading a cookbook at the same time."
"Snap!" Dean laughed. "It's nice to finally spend some time with you, Nick."
"Someone's got to take care of sick babies."
"I agree." Carol nodded. "It's a shame you're the only pediatrician in the entire state and have to work so much."
"Mom…"
"Just a shame, that's all I'm saying."
"I wonder who he got that from."
"Hey, I'm retired, enjoying the good life with my hus…John!"
"You're a bad boy, aren't you?"
"Uh, dad…"
"You're such a bad boy." John whispered. "Yeah, you are."
John was biting down on his bottom lip and totally putting the moves on Sam. Milo had allowed one kiss between daddies but he sure as hell wasn't going to sit idly by while Boppa tried to get a butt. He was pretty quick too because before Dean could even toss a roll Milo grabbed a brussel sprout off Sam's plate and chucked it in John's direction. John was pretty fast too because he swatted it away and ended up hitting Justin right in the middle of the forehead. That made Jenny nearly spit wine across the table and it made Sam smile even bigger.
Dean thought dinner was going really well and after a few minutes he thought that just maybe it could be even better. He had to wait for all the appreciation of the food to die down first but once conversation resumed he tapped his glass and told everyone it was time to share what they were thankful for. He always likes to go last right after Sam so Dean let Ollie lead who was sitting right next to him and Mary. It would have been nice if Mary could tell them what she was thankful for but Dean thought they'd probably have to wait another year to hear that.
"Well, The Beans is thankful for so many a thing." Ollie said dramatically. "But a guess, a wocks and Elmah. Oh, what a mean is a wocks in genewal, but wit daddy still a best."
"Good to see you have your priorities…"
"Oh! Wit Oinkahs, and then wit a Be Curly kit from Aveda and a guess like wit a family?"
"Fair enough." Dean laughed. "Ethan?"
"Lady Gaga."
"Anything else?" Sam asked. "Besides someone you probably shouldn't even know about?"
"Um…" Ethan said before he took a sip of tea. "Dancing, and my family."
"I'm thankful for my family too!" Evan smiled. "And dancing, and cooking and having my own puppy!"
"We also enjoy having Mr. Watkins as our teacher as he's not a bitch."
"Currently." Justin muttered. "Ahem."
"That's sweet, Ethan." Alex smiled. "Thank you."
"Mikey." Dean laughed. "What about you?"
"I'm thankful for this food we have when some people aren't as lucky and that I get to eat it with my family and friends. There's a lot more people than we had last year!"
Dean laughed again and then really took a moment to take in Mikey's observation. Becca and Charlie hadn't been born last year while Justin and James were still six feet under. Jeremy admitted to lurking outside in the bushes most of the day but he wasn't sitting at the table where he belonged and neither was Aaron. He didn't really even know who he was a year ago. It was sort of amazing and Dean knew that seeing everyone together made Sam completely forget about all the justified complaining he had done.
"Mifoo? Your turn."
"I'm thankful that I get to sit down to this big meal with my whole family and all my friends old and new and…uh…having my…my family."
"Wha's a mattah, Mifoo?"
"I'm jus' real happy today."
Jason had put out the place cards and Dean wasn't the least bit surprised that he was sitting very close to Michael. Alex was between them since couples got seated together but they didn't let that bother them. Having Jason there was enough for Michael and probably a lot to deal with. He had to reach over Alex to give Jason's hand a light squeeze so he could make sure really was there.
Seeing that simple little exchange further convinced Dean that they couldn't lose Jason in any capacity. If something else shacked up in his body he wasn't going to be Michael's big brother anymore. He'd still look like him and sound like him but he'd be a completely different person. It wasn't fair to Michael at all to get him back only to lose him again. Dean wasn't working with the same massive mojo Sam had but he was going to do everything in his power to make sure no one slipped inside Jason unless it was Ryan and it was consensual.
"Is it my turn?" Alex asked. "I actually have some pretty big news."
"Even better." Sam said. "What is it?"
"Well, first I'm thankful everyone who matters to me is sitting at this table…and that Jensen is here too."
"Hey!"
"He's just jealous." Jared said as he patted his hand. "Because Michael likes you more."
"Anyway." Alex laughed. "Um…I bought a church, it's small and rundown, but it's just perfect for a little school. I'm going to open my own school for kids who need more help."
"Oh, wow." Dean whispered. "Alex, that's like your dream."
"That's not like your dream." Justin said. "That is your dream."
"And your Beans gets to go!" Ollie smiled. "And then wit some new fwends!"
"Like us." Mikey said. "Other kids who aren't challenged by regular school."
"That sounds fantastic." Sam nodded. "How many kids were you thinking?"
"Ten, around ten I think, maybe more if I had someone helping."
"It's gonna be great." Michael smiled. "Amazing I bet!"
Dean had to agree with that because it seemed like Alex having his own school was going to be great for all those involved. The kids could still have the attention they needed from Alex, but they'd get the added benefit of having some other kids to socialize with. Sam was always going on and on about the socialization so he looked like he was about to do the happy dance on top of the table. Dean was pretty happy too and not just for the kids. He knew how badly Alex wanted to make his own rules and though he loved teaching the kids, he missed having a whole classroom.
"Your turn, Jason." Alex smiled. "What'll it be?"
"Ya'll just say what you're thankful for?"
"Yep." Michael nodded. "It's my second favorite part of Thanksgiving after the food."
"And football!" Dean yelled. "I like to watch football and…"
"Dean." Sam said as he shook his head. "You don't have to pretend."
"I like the parade…" Dean frowned. "And naps."
"I like the parade too." Jason said. "I like…I like how they stop and perform and then people all over the world can see it. I'm thankful for this…for second chances and spending the day with my brother and his family."
"Your."
"Excuse me?"
"Your family." Sam said. "You're a part of our family, Jason."
"I…I am?"
"Yes, you are. I don't want you to feel like Michael is all you have because you have all of us."
"Thank you, Mr. Sam."
Dean nodded and then grabbed Sam's hand under the table. He had been so intense all day especially when it came to Jason and his new career as a carafe. The last thing they needed was to have all of that come out during dinner. Dean didn't want that to happen and luckily Sam managed to smile and sigh a little with the hand squeeze. They hadn't talked to Jason about what he was in for and Dean didn't think they were going to. Sam had a whole vibe about him that sort of told Dean that Jason and the angels were about to become a non-issue.
As was tradition everyone had their turn at what they were thankful for. Jenny and Tony both talked about Becca and Jared mentioned his thick luxurious hair. Craig, despite some still fresh bruises under his sweater was thankful for Justin and Charlie as well as the best friends anyone could want. John somehow managed to not alienate anyone when it was his turn and Carol was positively thrilled with having all her sons at the same table.
Everyone else was pretty damn predictable in what they were thankful for with no surprises but then it was Jeremy's turn and like Alex he had some news. He went with the thanks first and as Dean expected it was family first and then some new friends. It really seemed like things were sort of hard on him which may have had something to do with Sam bippity boppity booing him all the to the other side of the country.
"News?" John asked. "You opening a school too?"
"No…" Jeremy said before he laughed. "Um…"
"Take your time." Aaron smiled. "It's okay."
"Yeah…uh…well, I quit my job at the center."
Dean actually dropped his fork right out of his hand which sent some mashed potatoes flying onto the table cloth. Ollie was pretty fast and managed to scoop them up with his fingers before he joined everyone else in staring at Jeremy. He could have said his big news was getting his dick cut off in favor of a sparkly new vagina and Dean honestly would have been less surprised. Actually he probably could have said he was going to rape them all to death before dessert and Dean still would have just shrugged and kept on eating.
"What?" Sam asked. "You…you…you quit?"
"Before we left."
"Jeremy…" Carol said before she paused. "You…you love your job more than anything, why would you quit?"
"I…well, I enrolled for next semester to go back to school. I don't want to split my focus."
"A big boy school!" Ollie gasped. "Like me, next year?"
"Like Michael."
"Yale?" Michael asked. "You can ride with me!"
"Norwalk." Jeremy laughed. "Not quite ready to be a Bulldog."
"Your big brother went to Norwalk!" Dean yelled. "Me!"
"I remember. I'm going to go into child psychology."
"A doctor?" Mikey asked. "That's so neat, Jeremy."
"And it'll be awesome to have a doctor in the family!"
"Dude!" Bruce said. "We're sitting right here!"
"Oh." Dean whispered. "Right…a doctor!"
Dean totally got that Bruce and Nick had worked extra hard to become doctors and he was proud of them, but with Jeremy it was something completely different. He went to college straight of high school knowing he wouldn't make it to twenty-five on account of the demon that would inevitable get him killed. He didn't have time to do what he wanted so he did what he could and got a job at the center. That job ended up completely controlling every aspect of his life and though Dean knew how badly he wanted to go back to school he also knew that was never going to happen. Jeremy couldn't work full time and go to school so something had to give. He had chosen the right thing and now he was going to be able to follow his dream. Thinking about it actually got Dean all choked up because he was very proud to call Jeremy his little brother.
"Wha! You make daddy cwy cuz' ya wanna split open The Beans' head and feast on a goo witin!"
"Ollie." Michael said as he shook his head. "That's not what psychologists do."
"Wha in a world…"
"He'll talk to people when they're sad and find out why." Sam said. "Isn't that neat?"
"I think that's very cool, Jeremy." Charlie nodded. "And it's a good idea."
"Wha…what?"
"I think you'd be good at that."
"Dude…"Justin whispered. "Did you get into the booze again?"
"I just think it's nice."
"Mmhmm."
Justin narrowed his eyes and then switched glasses with Charlie just to be on the safe side. Dean thought maybe he had gotten a little drunk because he never said anything nice about Jeremy. He actually sort of seemed to enjoy constantly busting his balls, which Dean always thought was a little funny as well. The encouragement struck him as strange until he remembered Sam mentioning how much Charlie wanted to help that morning. Jeremy was following his dream and it certainly seemed like Charlie wanted to follow his which just so happened to be fighting evil. Things with Justin were definitely a little tense so Dean made another note on his big long mental list to discuss it with him.
"Your turn." Jeremy said. "What are you thankful for?"
"You." Aaron smiled. "And my family, my friends, and my faith."
"And." Sam coughed. "Sorry, I think I'm getting that pig flu."
"That's so retro, Sammy."
"Right?"
"And a brother who will go so far out of his way to make me…"
"Um…" Evan said before he paused. "Pretty sure he was just walking around all day looking hot."
"Okay." Aaron laughed. "A brother and a very cute nephew who will spend all day making me bolognaise."
"Much better." Sam said. "Your turn, Big Jimmy."
"Well, there are so many things for which I am thankful. I…"
"You feel that?" Jeremy whispered. "What…"
Jeremy, Aaron, and James all looked like someone had just set their asses on fire. They were all sensing something that Dean knew had to be bad news. If one of them got agitated it wasn't anything to worry about but when all three perked up it was a sure sign that something was going on. Jeremy looked like he was very close to getting up to investigate but Gabe was up first and actually pushed him down to keep him seated when he passed.
Whatever was going on seemed like it had to be outside because Jeremy was looking towards the window and it was exactly where Gabe headed. James looked pretty concerned as well, but he was in the middle of giving thanks and the kids wanted him to finish. Mikey actually suggested it, and he suggested so pointedly that Dean thought maybe he knew something as well.
"Mikey, is there something out there?"
"No, not that I know of."
"You didn't feel that?" Jenny asked. "Sam?"
"No, nothing."
"There's nothing there." Gabe said. "Perhaps…James, would you mind?"
"Not at all." James said as he held up his hand. "I don't freeze you because of our special baby."
"Uh…neat." Ann said as he looked around the table. "Your not hurting Belle's baby, are you?"
"Good heaven's no!"
Todd and Belle were all the way at the other end of the table and just as frozen as the rest of the muggles. Dean hated when they had to use mojo on their friends, but Jared was already so skittish and there was no way Nick would understand what was going on. Dean didn't understand it either but he wasn't alone because Gabe looked totally lost.
"You felt it too, right?"
"Yeah." Aaron nodded. "Like magic?"
"Oh boy, wit a mojo!" Ollie laughed. "A feel it a lil while ago."
"When?" Sam asked. "When did you feel it, baby?"
"A guess after ya bwing a cookies."
"When you guys left." Charlie said. "To go do stuff…when you weren't here."
"Oh!"
"Ripple." Jeremy laughed nervously. "It takes a while for everything to catch up."
"What does that mean?" Dean asked. "Is everything okay?"
"Yes." Gabe nodded. "Everything's fine, there's nothing there."
"When you do something big it makes like shockwaves." Jeremy said. "And we just got a little aftershock from our fieldtrip."
"Are you sure?"
"He's right." Gabe said before he went back to the window. "James?"
"As I was saying." James said after flicking his wrist. "I'm thankful for my beautiful family, my baby, and my gorgeous soon to be wife. Most of all I'm thankful for a life I get to live with all of you."
"That is really sweet, James." Dean smiled. "Really…"
"Oh, and my iPhone!"
"Why don't you use that thing to add me back on Facebook?" John asked. "I only have like three friends now."
"Perhaps when you're a better man you'll have twelve hundred and sixty-three like I do."
"Excuse me?" Sam asked. "How is it possible you have that many friends?"
"I'm a friendly person."
"Yeah." Anthony laughed. "Friendly. His profile picture is him soaking wet in a speedo with you behind him in that leather Armani bathing suit."
"James! You put a picture of me half naked on the internet!"
"No one is looking at you, Sam."
"Oh!"
"I need to get on Facebook." Dean whispered. "Sounds like fun times."
"Will you add me?" John asked. "And not delete me every time I piss you off?"
"Yeah, dad, I will."
"That's hot."
"What are you two thankful for?" Carol asked. "This is my attempt to end conversations about Facebook."
"It's really important." John said. "You have no idea, if I get a few more neighbors on Farmville I can…"
"John."
"Oh, right, right, go on boys."
"This." Dean laughed. "This right here."
"I was going to say the same thing." Sam smiled. "The exact same thing."
They both had so much to be thankful for, and Dean had actually worked on his list a little in the shower earlier, but when he got right down to it he was most thankful for all the moments that made up a good life. He was thankful for the kids and the rest of their family and friends, but the experiences they gave him were worth more than anything else in the world.
Instead of rattling off everything everyone already knew Dean kept on eating the best meal of his life while he helped Mary with her food. Sam didn't say anything either, but he did lean over for one more kiss which was just enough sugar to hold him over until dessert.
When Mikey came back from the shelter all the rest of the kids were already in bed and dreaming sweet turkey laced dreams. Ollie was so full he said he couldn't even wear his pajama pants and the twins barely even made it to their beds. The babies had been out the longest and Sam knew they weren't going to make a peep until morning. Mikey was really tired as well and he was just as upset as Sam expected him to be.
Charlie was mostly unaffected by the homeless shelter and he hugged everyone goodnight before Justin carried him out to their guest house. Seeing how unfazed he was sort of made Sam a little jealous that Mikey couldn't be the same way and for a minute he sort of doubted himself as a parent. Charlie wasn't upset by homeless people because he knew about all the awful things in the world and Mikey was so sheltered that he just didn't really get it.
He understood that some people didn't have homes to live in or money to buy food, but then he understood a lot of things when he read them or it was explained to him. Seeing homeless people in person was an entirely different experience because Mikey could see their ragged clothes and smell them. He saw how hungry and cold they were and he didn't like it at all. Sam thought it was a good idea for them to sit down and talk but Mikey said he was too tired and needed some quiet time to think about things.
Jeremy and Aaron had already talked it over with him so Sam was feeling pretty okay about not having a full conversation. As long as the issue had been partly addressed Sam was going to be okay with Mikey thinking things over. He was sort of looking forward to when they actually talked because given a few days there was a very good chance Mikey might just come up with a solution to completely end world hunger and poverty.
After Mikey was tucked in bed Sam still had other things to do. He wasn't just being a dick about the cooking thing for no reason, he was being a dick because he knew exactly what was going to happen once dinner was over. Everyone had sort of snuck back to their houses to have a little nap and that nap had ended up becoming bedtime. The kitchen was still covered in pots, pans, and dishes and Sam knew Dean was probably the only person who was going to help him out. They were going to talk while they worked but first Sam wanted to shower and put on his pajamas so he could fall into bed the very second the last dish was put back in it's place.
He was standing naked under the scalding streams of water when he felt the shower door open up. Sam was almost shocked because he thought a shower with Dean was still a few days off. They showered together all the time without doing anything sexual, but Sam thought the whole experience of being hot, wet, and naked might be more than Dean wanted to deal with so soon.
"Dean, are you okay with this?"
"We're just showering." Dean shrugged. "Brothers do this all the time."
"Um…"
"Okay, well, I think about brothers doing this all the time."
"You don't have to do something you're uncomfortable with for me." Sam said. "I know you're confused and…"
"No, Sammy, this is for me. This is what I want to do."
"We can talk now if you want." Sam smiled. "So when we're cleaning up you won't have to stop eating all the leftover pie."
"No."
"Well, you're not going to eat all of if, but if you wanted to…"
"No, Sammy…I mean I don't want to talk about whatever it is you're going to do to get stronger."
"Why not?"
"Because I trust you."
"You…you trust me with something this big and scary?"
"Implicitly." Dean said. "Do what you have to, but I'm coming with you."
"I was actually going to talk to you about that." Sam smiled. "I want you there."
"You do?"
"Yeah, on one condition."
"What is it?" Dean asked. "Tell me."
"You have to wear your leather jacket."
"Done."
Sam nodded and then moved closer just so he could hug Dean. There was something very sexual about the two of them being naked and pressed together but Sam just wanted to get close. All day he had been thinking about how he had to protect Dean and everyone else from harm, but solitude would only make Sam weaker and he needed to be strong. If he went in alone he was going to be so worried about Dean at home with the kids that he'd end up slipping and letting Joe gain the upper hand. If Dean was with him he could help and Sam sure as hell did have a thing for old leather.
"I have a boner."
"I wasn't going to mention it." Sam whispered. "But it's very nice."
"Sammy, I hate feeling like this."
"It'll get better, I promise."
"I want it better now. I want to tell you to get down on your knees and take care of it for me."
"You never hurt me."
"I know."
"Let's just get cleaned up so we can do those dishes."
"Okay, Sammy. I'm sorry."
"Hey." Sam said as he pushed back Dean's hair. "You didn't do anything wrong."
Sam thought the joint shower was a big step in the right direction but it was obviously one Dean had forced himself to make and he was getting very close to backsliding. Sam couldn't let that happen so he backed away and kept his eyes above the waist which was pretty much damn near impossible. Dean was looking a lot, and he made no attempt to hide it so Sam thought it was best they cut their shower short.
Once they were back in the bedroom and away from all the heat Dean seemed much better. He wanted to take some big boy steps but Sam could tell that baby steps were better. While they got dressed Dean was still peeking but his excitement was starting to dwindle. Sam did get a peek of that and instead of being embarrassed or turning away Dean grinned a little and then threw his towel across the room.
"Dishes?"
"Dishes." Sam sighed. "God, there are so many dishes."
"We can leave them." Dean shrugged. "Are you pissed everyone bailed?"
"No. You know what? I'm not even pissed about there being so many people here. It was a really good day…well…afternoon at least."
"One day we'll be totally done dealing with this bullshit."
"You think?"
"Yeah, Sammy." Dean said as he held out his hand. "But for now there are dishes."
"Lead the way."
When Sam took Dean's hand he felt a little hopeful that maybe they'd really have a normal life one day. He was less hopeful when they walked into the kitchen and found a complete stranger sitting at the counter eating a slice of pumpkin pie. Sam immediately went on the defensive because he knew better than anyone that strangers in a locked house was never a good sign.
The woman, or girl because she looked rather young didn't seemed bothered by their presence at all. She went right on eating her pie without even looking over. She wasn't doing anything besides eating but Sam was still threatened and he wasn't going to take any chances. He held out his hand and threw all his mojo into knocking her into the wall so he could hold her still but to his utter horror nothing happen. When he pushed even harder he felt some tiny little spark but it was basically nothing. The Crone was supposedly the biggest big bad left and Sam had torn her into pieces so he had no idea what kind of monster was in his kitchen or how long she had been there. It even made him thing that Joe was maybe a Joann.
"Who the hell are you?"
"You're really a ask questions later kind of guy." She said as she turned to face them. "What's with the mojo?"
"I don't take kindly to strangers in my house." Sam said. "Dean, go check on the kids."
"They're fine."
"You better pray they are." Dean said. "If you hurt them…"
"Wow, overprotective much?"
"Go, Dean."
"What are you going to do?"
"Mojo might be useless." Sam said before he cracked his knuckles. "But I made it pretty far without it."
"Game on!" The woman said as she stood up. "This is going to be fun!"
When Dean ran towards the kids Sam ran towards the woman. She was a little blonde thing and Sam thought it seemed unlikely she'd be stronger than him. Jenny was blonde and smaller but it wasn't like there were a bunch of little Buffy's running around South Carolina. Sam was pretty sure he could hit her hard enough to knock her out and then they'd be able to tie her up while they got reinforcements like the Colt that Jeremy and Aaron were keeping safe in their guest house.
Sam pulled back his fist when he got close and put every ounce of strength he had into his punch. If he had hit her he was pretty sure he would have done some damage but in the span of a blink she had bent backwards to avoid his fist. Jeremy was the last person Sam had seen move like that and even he was a little sluggish when compared to super girl. There was even an amazing fluidity to her movement that convinced Sam she wasn't just some cute blonde chick.
"Come on, you can do better than that."
"What are you?" Sam asked before he spun around. "You're not…"
"Bite your tongue and calm down. I'm obviously stronger than you are and if I wanted to fight I wouldn't have been having some of your delicious pumpkin pie."
"If you hurt my kids…"
"Dude. I picked the lock on the backdoor and had a piece of pie. That's it. I'm going to sit back down and you can relax a little."
Sam didn't even consider relaxing until Dean was back in the kitchen next to him. The kids were all fine and so were James and Ann. Sam sort of wished that Dean had gotten James but he probably couldn't have done much good. He was a strong fighter, but Ms. Congeniality so obvious had everyone beat.
She seemed very interested in Dean and smiled at him before she sat down with her hands in the air. That just pissed Sam off even more because Dean was his and he didn't appreciate anyone looking at him without his permission. Even worse than that was the way Dean was staring back. He didn't exactly look interested but he was obviously intrigued and Sam hated that it was with good reason.
They had established a few months ago that James' wife Sarah was the best looking chick ever with Ann in a very close second. The woman at the counter made them both look downright dowdy. She was dressed in jeans and a plain black shirt that was just slightly unbuttoned. She had that whole reserved sexiness thing going on that Sam knew Dean was a total sucker for. He also had a thing for blondes and a total weakness for braids. The woman had her long blonde hair in two French braids on either side of her head and Sam could see how jealous Dean was of all that thick shiny hair.
"Why are you here?" Sam asked. "Make it quick."
"Right to the point?"
"If you know what's good for you."
"Very well." She smiled. "On Monday morning you go to take out Joe and by Monday afternoon half of Long Island is reduced to a pile of rubble."
"Wha…what?"
"Yeah, it's crazy. It's just gone as in having to redraw maps."
"There are eight million people living in Long Island." Sam said. "I'd never do anything that would hurt that many people."
"Who said anything about hurting them? You killed one person that day and I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen."
"Of course you are." Sam laughed. "Wow, this is really a desperate move. Why don't you go back where you came from and tell your boss or your buddy or your bitch that I'm coming for him and it's going to end bloody."
"You need to listen to me."
"Why?"
"Because I…"
"You…" Dean said before he laughed. "Sammy…"
"What?"
"Don't…don't you see?"
Sam didn't want to take his eyes off their new friend but he looked over very quickly at Dean. He had tears in his eyes and he was very slowly and cautiously making his way across the kitchen. Sam wanted to hold him back because there was a whole world of wrong going on, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't hold Dean back when he had such a happy look on his face.
"Mary?"
"Dean, that's…"
"Mary?" Dean said again. "Sammy, it's our baby."
"Hi, dad."
"Holy shit…" Dean said before he paused. "I know I didn't let you leave the house dressed like that!"
"Dad!"
"And you're wearing way too much makeup!"
"Not even!"
"Even!"
"What the fuck…" Sam whispered. "Mary? Really?"
"Mikey's going to be so mad at me. We had this whole thing worked out where I get in and out without either of you figuring it out."
Dean laughed like he was completely psychotic and then gave what was without a doubt the biggest hug of his life. He didn't need any actual proof because he knew what he saw and more importantly what he felt. Sam wasn't so sure they weren't dealing with another surprise from Joe, but once Dean backed away Mary smiled. That was really all it took for Sam to be completely convinced that she had come back to help them out. It also made him feel all icky for thinking she was checking Dean out, but then she was a Winchester.
"Oh God." Sam said as he hugged her. "It's really you."
"In the flesh. Wow, you're both so…young and hot."
"We're not hot anymore?" Dean asked. "I must be."
"Distinguished I'd call it."
"How old are you right now?" Sam asked. "What uh…"
"Right now I'm a baby and sleeping in my room with assface. You need to be careful with the questions. I have to go back home and I don't want it all screwed up."
"Assface?"
"Milo." Mary said. "He's an assface."
"No, he isn't!" Sam yelled. "He's a sweet precious angel!"
"When we're six he convinces me we can fly and I jump off the balcony and break my arm."
"Aw, that's cute!"
"Sammy!"
"Well, he's a cutie." Sam shrugged. "Wait, I mean how old are you right now?"
"Eighteen." Mary said. "Just to get it out of the way we're all fine, everyone's alive, everyone's happy and yes, there are spoiled fat grandchildren."
"Dad's still around?" Dean asked. "I know you shouldn't…but…"
"Yeah, dad. He is."
Sam had so many things he wanted to ask, but he knew he couldn't and he was almost positive that Mary was short on time. Jeremy had already given them the crash course on popping back in time and Sam knew that it was extremely dangerous. Dean had been there for the conversation but apparently he wasn't paying attention since he was firing one questions off after another and Mary wasn't really answering any of them. Seeing Dean so excited about what seemed to be a bright future for their family was kind of cute, but unfortunately Mary hadn't showed up for a social visit.
"Did I braid your hair like that!"
"Yes, dad, you did."
"You don't call us daddy." Dean said. "Do you hate us?"
"I call you both daddy sometimes." Mary laughed. "You do know I'm here for a reason, right?"
"To show us how pretty you are! Sammy, isn't she gorgeous?"
"Always was."
"Hey, in the future do they have an invention that lets you pee without getting out of bed?"
"Dad, seriously, I have about ten minutes and you need to understand."
"Tell me." Sam said. "What happens on Monday?"
"Okay, I don't know everything because you two don't talk about it. No one does. I don't know who he is, or what he is, but he's somewhere on Long Island and you can't kill him."
"Do you know what he did to us?"
"Bit and pieces. I know it's hard for you to understand, but you can't kill him."
"Why?" Sam asked. "I don't…"
"Dad, I don't know, you just told me to tell you to not kill him no matter what. If you do…you're going to end up like what I have to go home to."
"Which is?"
"I think this is the first time I've ever seen you two actually happy." Mary smiled. "Neither of you are happy and it's because you killed Joe."
"Are…are we in love?" Dean asked. "We're supposed to always be in love."
"Mikey says…Mikey says when he was a kid it was so different and Michael he won't…well, you're still in love but I don't know that you'd be together if it weren't for us. Dad, please tell me you won't kill…"
"I won't." Sam said. "I…uh…I won't hurt him. I won't do anything."
"No, you have to find him on Monday, do everything you planned on doing but when you get the opportunity to kill him you need to let him live and listen to what he has to say."
"Okay." Sam nodded. "Anything else?"
"You need to bring James."
"Yeah, uh…I will, we will…uh…"
"Sammy." Dean said as he sucked up his breath. "No matter what happens in the future, you know we'll always love each other."
Sam wiped at his eyes and nodded but he couldn't think of anything to say. If Mary wanted to really convince him not to kill Joe she really should have led with the whole unhappy and only together for the sake of the kids thing. Sam really didn't know why on earth he shouldn't kill Joe, but he did know he trusted Mary with his life and that it really was her.
"So remember." Mary said. "Don't kill Joe, do everything you planned on doing, and make absolutely sure that James is there."
"I got it." Sam smiled. "Thank you."
"Thank yourself. It was your idea to send me back."
"If I do kill him I'll regret it for the rest of my life, won't I?"
"Like you wouldn't believe." Mary nodded. "I'm going to take the rest of this pumpkin pie. I barely got any before Buh…um, before it was gone."
"What was that?" Dean asked. "Who is…what were you about to say?"
"Buh-ryan. Brian. My friend Brian."
"Your friend Brian who spent Thanksgiving with us and really likes pie?" Dean asked. "Seriously?"
"Yes?"
"You're grounded."
"I'm already grounded." Mary said before she picked up the pie. "Until time stops."
"Why?" Sam asked. "What'd you do?"
"Went back in time dressed like this." Mary sighed. "Lame, by the way."
"Just button it up." Dean said as he buttoned her shirt. "You've totally got Amy's boobs."
"Who else's would I have?"
"Well, Jenny doesn't have a lot up front." Dean shrugged. "Well, not much."
"Jenny." Mary said through her teeth. "Amy's my mother."
"Is…" Sam said before he paused. "Is Jenny not a part of our family anymore?"
"She never was."
"But…"
"I can't stay, this is…this is the stuff we're not supposed to talk about. You've got to just stop talking."
"Okay." Dean said. "It's okay, calm down."
Mary looked very upset but Sam knew it wasn't because she was afraid of messing up the future she had to go back to. When Dean brought up Jenny, Sam could feel something in Mary change. It was like her entire body went on the defensive and that beautiful smile faded from her face. If Jenny wasn't a part of the family anymore Sam had to assume that she had tried to get custody of Mikey or the babies because there was really nothing else that they couldn't get over.
"I have to go." Mary smiled. "I love you both so much, we all do."
"And you promise everyone's okay?" Dean asked. "Not specifics, just tell me again."
"Everyone's okay."
"I love you."
"Me too, dad."
"Okay, then give me a hug and get back to where you belong and…you're not wearing heels."
"No."
"And you're taller than me." Dean sighed. "Is anyone in this family shorter than me!"
"Milo." Mary whispered. "He's about five foot ten."
"Thank God!"
Sam thought it was funny that out of everything Dean was more concerned with being the shortest and what Mary was wearing. She was taller than him which Sam had noticed but didn't feel like commenting on and she was dressed very appropriately. When Sam hugged her again he also got to feel just how strong she was, so she could probably dress anyway she wanted to and take care of herself.
"Promise me, dad."
"I won't kill him, I promise."
"I know you like to kill people!"
"You know everything about…I mean you know about this life we live."
"Yeah."
"We'd never tell you that." Dean said. "We always say we'll never tell you."
"That's what you two say." Mary laughed. "You change everyday. You tell us when we need to know."
"But we didn't want you to know." Sam said as he shook his head. "We never wanted you to know about monsters."
"Dad, you know why kids are scared of things under their bed?"
"Because that's scary."
"Exactly." Mary smiled. "And they know their parents aren't heroes. Our parents are. We've never been afraid and we never will be. I have to go."
"Okay." Sam whispered. "I love you."
"I love you both. See you in about seventeen years."
After she kissed both of them Sam blinked the tears out of his eyes and then she was just gone. He felt so empty for a minute, but then Dean started laughing and smiling which was just about the best sound in the world. Not only did he have some kind of proof that he'd be the tall one eventually, but he had what he thought was confirmation that their next child would be his little girl.
"Buffy." Dean said. "That's gotta be it."
"What?"
"She said Buh. We must name the next one Buffy!"
"Are you totally retarded?" Sam asked. "Buffy Winchester is the most fucked up name ever."
"What else could it be?"
"I don't know, but I'll cut you before I let you name our daughter Buffy."
"Weak." Dean sighed. "What was that about Jenny?"
"I have no idea and I'm too tired to worry about it now." Sam said as he looked around the kitchen. "You know what? Fuck these dishes."
"Oh, thank God!"
"Let's go to bed."
"Lemme just get one thing."
When Sam got into bed that night he wasn't next to Dean like he was hoping for but having Mary and Milo between them wasn't so bad. Sam thought it best to keep him close and she had certainly earned a special comfy sleep in the big bed wrapped up in Dean's arms. The next few days were going to be hard on everyone but on Thanksgiving night Sam planned on falling asleep with a smile on his face.
"Goodnight, Sammy. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Night Mary." Dean said before he yawned. "Goodnight, Assface."
"Hey!"
"Oh come on. That's classic."
"Still." Sam said as he pulled Milo closer. "That's my little guy."
Sam kissed on Milo and hugged him just a little tighter before offering his hand to Mary. She was sound asleep but she still took his finger and held on tight. |
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