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[Sep. 30th, 2008|10:46 pm] |
I love, love, love, this story (as you can see from the length) I really enjoy when I get to write a story where I can laugh, worry, and maybe even get a little (lot) weepy. Woulda been better with the kids in it, but you know. Anyway, Sam and Dean originally weren't going to be around when Charlie was born, but I couldn't do that to Anthony because he is still one of my very favowites. Also, I think Brooke has had the longest pregnancy yet. Sheesh.
This story and the next (which I just finished) deals with some race issues, obviously, as Charlie is a bi-racial baby. Hopefully no one is offended as that was so not my intention.
Title: Unka Sammy and Hunka Dean.
Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) bitchandjerk
Characters: Sam/Dean,John/Mary/OFC OMCs OFCs
Rating :R
Words:10,800/1,630,200
Warnings: Wincest
Summary: Sam and Dean visit The Four Seasons restaurant, have lunch with Kevin, and welcome Charlie into the world.
Notes::AU, rest are here.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.
Feedback: Makes me hard
Dean had no idea who Mies van der Rohe was but he had absolutely no desire to ever have him design something for one of their homes. That wasn’t a problem though because Sam very politely informed him that he had died over forty years ago and The Four Seasons Restaurant and the Seagram building it was housed in was still one of the finest examples of modernist architecture in the world.
Dean wasn’t sure about stuffy dead German guys and he had little interest in Philip Johnson. All he really cared about was the larger than life smile on Sam’s face when they arrived at 375 Park Avenue in Midtown Manhattan. He was so happy that even if Dean hated the restaurant he had every intention of lying and saying he loved it. He wanted Sam to have the wedding of his dreams, and if that was in a restaurant Dean was going to make sure they could serve a chicken fingas for the kids without a bones and be done with it.
Bruce, Anthony, and Nathan had left Westport at six in the morning to drive into the city. Brooke was induced at eight and all they had to do was wait. There was no telling when she’d actually be ready to deliver, and because they were in the city for Charlie’s birth, Sam had decided to make use of the downtime to inspect the restaurant.
At first Dean didn’t know if they should be doing anything else besides waiting, but once he began to think about how crazy it was going to make him he decided it was best to let Sam do the scheduling. If they went to the hospital and waited Dean was just going to lose his mind because he knew he’d be an uncle by the end of the day. It was hard as hell waiting for his own children to be delivered and he knew it was going to be worse waiting for Charlie because he wasn’t their baby, so there’d be no physical payoff at the end of the day.
There would be a rather large emotional one though because Anthony and Bruce were going to be parents. Sam and Dean were going to be uncles, Carol was going to have a biological grandchild, and John was having yet another grandson. He actually seemed a lot more nervous than Dean was. He had driven up with them because he had to be there when Charlie was born and was a little interested in seeing the restaurant as well.
Carol was already at the hospital armed with knitting needles and skeins of yarn to occupy the time until Charlie was born and it made Dean feel a little better and relax some knowing that she was there taking care of Anthony and Bruce. He wanted to be there, but instead he went with Sam to the restaurant like a good husband so they could inspect it in person.
On the drive in John was sitting in the backseat and hadn’t shut up the entire time. Dean was driving the Bentley with Sam riding shotgun and they kept exchanging worried glances because Charlie wasn’t the only thing on John’s mind. It was obviously the most important thing on his mind currently, but he had about fifty other things he was worried about.
At first he wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to leave James in charge of the babies and Ollie. He didn’t care that Alex was at the house as well teaching Mikey, Ethan, and Evan in the basement. He thought that two babies and one rambunctious toddler was too much for a two hundred year old guy to handle.
Dean explained that they both completely trusted him because he had taken care of the kids the entire time John was in Virginia and did a damn fine job at it. The world had changed a lot since he had babies of his own, but he was a very quick learner and knew exactly what to do. If they had a problem Alex was right downstairs and he had been around all the kids long enough to quickly solve anything that came up.
John’s fears about the babies getting upset or injured were quickly quelled, but then he began to worry about James, who was being repeatedly sexually violated by Justin just because he was a nice guy. John’s theory was that since James had spent so much time alone with Justin that there most definitely some non platonic behavior going on between the two of them. He seemed to think that because James was so nice and so gullible that Justin was either randomly beating him off or sucking his cock.
Dean was a little concerned about that as well, because James wanted everyone to be happy and if Justin just so happened to ask if he could suck him off he’d probably say yes just to be polite. He was a very nice guy and also very honest, so when Dean asked if anything was going on he said it most certainly wasn’t. He liked Justin and they got along very well, but no one had touched his penis or put it in their mouth until he climaxed.
The only reason they were so close is because Justin not only had to deal with Alex being in love with another man, but in case they forgot he had killed his own father just a few short weeks ago. James was stepping up and being a friend, and even the father figure that Justin desperately needed. They were sticking close to each other because they were friends and James hadn’t seen him in a few weeks.
It made Dean feel shitty when he told him because none of them had actually considered that two men could be close without having sex. James had no romantic interest in Justin because he was straight and looking forward to finding and subsequently impregnating a beautiful young wife.
With that taken care of John moved on to his fears of Jeremy possibly being in a long distance relationship with Molly while he was wanted by the FBI. He worried about Mikey’s audition tape for Julliard and Ethan and Evan’s very first recital which was in Spring. He was worried about the benefit and getting Michael’s house built. It seemed like there wasn’t anything that wasn’t causing John massive amount of anxiety.
However he didn’t mention the one thing they were all concerned about almost more than Charlie’s birth. It was Monday, Tuesday was Valentine’s Day, and then on Wednesday Jess was coming back into their lives. As soon as Dean thought about that he realized that John was doing exactly what he usually did. He was talking about everything else to avoid mentioning the ticking time bomb that was flying in.
Dean was concerned but he wasn’t worried because Sam had voluntarily brought her up at least twice since their short conversation on Saturday. Dean didn’t have to guide any conversation or just outright ask what he was thinking. Sam was being open and very honest, and that made Dean feel so much better about everything. He was going to have the hardest time with it and seemed to be doing remarkably well.
They actually had a lunch date with Kevin planned before the hospital to see what he knew and after that all Sam had to handle was seeing Jess for the first time. Once that was done she could get back to her life and they could go back to theirs. It was going to be hard, but since they had already gotten through everything two people could get through, Dean knew in the end it would be okay.
Lunch wasn’t for another few hours and she wasn’t arriving for another two days, so Dean could focus on checking out the restaurant and falling in love with the goofy schoolboy grin on Sam’s handsome face. After he found an appropriate parking spot John began to complain even more because he had to sit in the back of a two door car. He thought it was absolutely ridiculous to have such an expensive car in the first place, but for two men who had seven kids to drive something that could barely seat three was just extra ridiculous.
Sam was having a little trouble yanking him out of the backseat so Dean had to walk over and assist while John mumbled under his breath about how they had three huge cars in Connecticut all of which were a hell of a lot more comfortable and easier to get out of.
“You know.” Dean said as he tugged. “Jensen didn’t complain about having to sit in the backseat.”
“He loved riding in my backseat.” Sam laughed.
“He’s four feet tall.” John said as he fell out. “Damnit!”
“He’s taller than me.”
“What’s your point?” John asked. “Why didn’t we take one of the mafia cars or the baby tank?”
“Because they’re very hard to park in the city.” Sam sighed. “You’re awfully grumpy today, mister. I think you need to get your coc…”
“You’re getting married in an office building?”
“It’s not just an office building.”
Sam reached into the backseat once more to withdraw his new bible. In just a few days after he had spoken with the editor of Martha’s weddings magazine he had amassed a rather impressive and neatly organized collection of names, numbers, and inspirational pictures and pasted them all in one gigantic book he was guarding with his life.
Dean had seen a little of it last night when he made the mistake of asking about what Sam thought they should wear to the wedding. Two hours later he was exhausted and actually fell asleep in the middle of sex and had nightmares about custom made black suits whipping him with chartreuse silk ties while a gang of green cattleya orchids yelled out various gay slurs in his general direction.
John had tried to get a glimpse of the book on the drive in, but as soon as Sam heard the leather of the cover move against the leather of the seats he glared the fear of God into him. John kept on complaining and worrying, but he sure as hell didn’t attempt to thumb through the book again.
Once they inside the actual restaurant Dean got a little nervous because it looked much more modern than the pictures he had seen. It kind of made him want to grab some eyeliner, and head down to a milk bar before a spot of ultraviolence. He wasn’t going to do that though because he could barely tie his own shoes most days let alone apply eyeliner.
“This is as queer as a clockwork orange.”
“What?” John asked. “What did you call me?”
“It’s an old cockney expression that Anthony Burgess used to title the book of the same name.”
“How the hell do you know that?” Sam asked.
“Hello? Doing a college. Well, Sammy, this is just…it’s fantastic.” Dean nodded. “It’s…fantastic.”
“I know you hate it.”
“No! It’s really beautiful in here.”
“It looks like Frank Lloyd Wright fucked Eames in the ass, ate him, and then threw up all over the place.” John said. “Then he shot himself in the head.”
“Dad!” Dean said as he punched him in the shoulder. “Jesus, why are you so grumpy?”
“I’m not I…aw, Sammy.”
Sam’s big smile was gone and he was hugging his bible protectively to his chest. He looked like John had just diagnosed him with cancer of the puppy. Normally he would have laughed at John’s rather humorous joke but that was before he became groomzilla. Dean sort of felt the same way John did, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to say anything quite so severe in front of Sam. He didn’t ever want to be responsible for the broken hearted look on his face and John obviously felt terrible for making him feel bad.
“You don’t like it?” Sam asked. “Is it that bad?”
“No!” John said as he shook his head. “No, it’s just not what I was expecting. I’m sure it’ll be great.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely, come here, let me…let me hug you a little. You can sniff me.”
“Remember when you told me that if I was leaving for college to never come back?”
“Oh God.” John groaned. “Yes.”
“And I called you for weeks and you never answered?”
“Yes.”
“And every birthday, Christmas, and Father’s day to leave a message and tell you I was thinking of you?”
“Yes.” John frowned.
“And for the past seven years I’ve made on average about four million dollars a month?” Sam asked. “Remember that? Even when I don’t do anything?”
“Uh…” John said as he swallowed hard. “Yes?”
“With that much money I can have you killed and even if anyone found out I could buy my way out of any trouble which I will not hesitate to do if you say one more negative thing about our wedding.”
“Okay, you need to have sex with him right now.” John said as he turned to Dean. “Go in the bathroom.”
“I told you to be nice.” Dean whispered. “Sammy, I don’t get this place, but I know you’ll make it perfect. Do you want me to make dad wait in the car until we’re done?”
“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “I would like that.”
“But I…”
“Dad.” Dean pointed. “Go wait in the car.”
“I want to see what you’ll do, Sammy.” John smiled. “Remember how you’re my favorite? Hmm? What about that? Dean, tell him what I told you when he left for school.”
“Um, you told me he was gone and that I should suck it up and be a man. Don’t use me in your demented parlor games old man.”
“I said I was so proud of you and I still am!” John said. “If we look out the window I bet we can see that forty foot billboard of you half naked with your penis hanging out!”
“Alright.” Dean sighed. “You don’t get to talk anymore until we’re at the hospital.”
Dean shoved John out of the way and took Sam’s hand which was all he really needed to put the smile back on his face. John was obviously just joking about everything, but Sam wanted the wedding to be so perfect for them that he couldn’t handle any jokes. John seemed to understand that as well because he hung back and didn’t say a word. He was sort of sulking, and Dean wasn’t looking forward to have to blow a raspberry on his stomach to cheer him up.
After a very quick inspection of the entryway they were greeted by a man named Julian who was there to give them a proper tour. Sam had called on Sunday evening to schedule an appointment and they promised to drop everything for him since he was sort of a big deal.
The restaurant was divided into two main dining rooms, the pool room and the grill room. They went into the pool room first and while Dean was still uncertain that a wedding could take place in it, he got a little more interested when Sam went over details. He absolutely refused to have his wedding while strangers were dining in the next room, so obviously they had to reserve the entire restaurant which was just fine with Julian.
The pool room was appropriately named because there was a huge marble pool in the middle of it all surrounded by tables and chairs. Dean wasn’t really sure where they were supposed to get married because there wasn’t much room left at least not for them and Sam’s rapidly growing guest list.
“How many people were you thinking?” Julian asked. “We can accommodate three hundred comfortably.”
“Three hundred.” Sam said. “I want the pool to be converted into a platform for the ceremony, then we’ll move to the grill room for drinks and appetizers while this room is changed back for dining, then back to the grill room for dancing and the dessert buffet.”
“Oh.”
“Is there a problem with that?” Sam asked.
“No, sir, it’s just that the pool has to be emptied before the ceremony and then refilled during drinks. Did you want to leave the platform up during dinner?”
“No.” Sam said as he shook his head. “We want the pool filled. You change the trees in here seasonally, right?”
“Yes, sir. We have maples for Fall.”
“They’ll have to change that too.” Sam said. “I want magnolias.”
“You’d like us to remove the trees for the evening and plant magnolias?”
“Mmhmm.” Sam smiled. “See what I’m saying Dean? The pool will be covered and we’ll get married up there, then when we come back for dinner it’ll be filled with the orchids and candles. They’ll be floating.”
“Yeah.” Dean nodded. “I can see that.”
Dean really had to hand it to him because he knew exactly what he wanted. Once he imagined all the dark furniture replaced with Sam’s new color scheme, and thought about everything all lit up with candlelight the restaurant was looking a lot more attractive. He also really loved that Sam had made sure to mention the dessert buffet because that was his idea.
“Can we see the grill room?”
“Right this way, sir.”
Dean kept holding on to Sam’s hand and John kept sulking as they walked past the entryway and into the grill room. Dean was on board with everything because he knew Sam had a vision, but above the bar was a light fixture that he felt was completely unacceptable. It was asymmetrical and while he could get used to the rest of the modern architecture he just couldn’t get behind such an ugly fixture.
“Are all those labeled bottles visible during events?” Sam asked.
“Yes, sir, it’s a bar.”
“I’m going to want the liquor decanted into separate containers.”
“Okay.” Julian said as he wrote in his notebook. “We can do that.”
“Dean?”
“Yes?”
“What do you think about that light fixture?” Sam asked as he turned to him. “You don’t like it, do you?”
“No, I don’t it’s…I think it’s as jarring as seeing the labels on the alcohol.”
“And we need you to remove that light fixture.”
“Sir, with all due respect that sculptural light fixture was designed specifically for this room and has been installed since the restaurant opened in 1959. We simply can’t remove it for one evening.”
“Well.” Sam smiled before he stuck out his hand. “Thank you for your time.”
“Uh…”
“I guess we’ll go to Oheka Castle this weekend and see that.” Sam nodded.
“That’s a shame.” Dean sighed. “Well, I liked the idea of the castle.”
“It’ll be perfect.” Sam smiled. “No big deal. Come on dad, you feel like sushi for lunch?”
“Sure.”
“Wait!” Julian yelled as they walked away. “Mr. Michaels, Mr. Johnson, I’m sure we can come to an understanding about one insignificant detail.”
“Probably.” Dean shrugged. “You got a tool box? I can take it down right now.”
“Could we perhaps agree to cover it?” Julian asked.
“It’s gigantic.” Sam said. “Oheka doesn’t have any huge sculptural light fixtures. Really, I don’t want to cause any problems.”
Dean giggled as quietly as he could because in about five minutes Sam had strolled in there and told them exactly how the wedding was going to be. It was going to be held in two separate rooms which would both be transformed during the wedding. He wanted trees dug up and replanted, but didn’t want to cause any problems for Julian and the rest of the staff.
“It’s not a problem at all sir.” Julian nodded. “We’ll have it removed for your wedding.”
“Thank you.” Sam smiled. “Oh, that really means a lot to me.”
“Of course, sir. Now we do have an event already planned for September 13th.”
“Is it a wedding?” Sam asked.
“No, sir, it’s a corporate dinner.”
“Are you sure you have an event planned?” Dean asked. “Really sure?”
“Uh….” Julian said as he flipped through his notebook. “Oh, it seems that the 13th is free.”
He scratched something out and then wrote the date of their wedding, which was exactly seven months away. That was seven months that they could both terrorize people into doing whatever the hell they wanted because no one said no to John Michaels.
Sam didn’t bother with a deposit. He wrote an astronomical check and paid for the whole thing because he was getting married and no one was going to stop him from having the wedding him and Dean deserved.
After they had signed contracts and said their official goodbyes Sam went to the bathroom while Dean and John went back outside. John walked towards the car, but Dean walked down the street a little to a man selling bunches of flowers for ten dollars. He gave him a twenty and told him to keep the change before picking out the whitest fullest bunch there was.
“Why are you buying flowers?”
“For a daddy Sammy.” Dean smiled.
“Are you worried about this wedding getting completely out of hand?” John asked. “I don’t think most people have construction done just because they don’t like a light fixture.”
“It’s Sam, dad. I think he’s earned whatever he wants.”
“Well of course he has, but what do you want?”
“I don’t care.” Dean smiled. “We can get married here, we can get married at city hall, or kneeling on ancient salt pans in Africa. I just want to marry him.”
“I wanna marry you.”
“To bad!” Dean said as he rolled his eyes. “I am so off the market.”
When Sam came out of the restaurant he was still carrying his big book o’ weddings and Dean was almost positive that he had a little skip to his step to match the smile on his face.
As much as John would have loved to sit down to a two hundred dollar lunch, he decided to skip it in favor of being there for Anthony and Bruce. He was sort of sweet about being a grandpa again and he was way too excited to eat anyway. Sam was hungry since he just had a light breakfast and Dean was always ravenous.
When they called Kevin to see if he was available for lunch he sounded a little confused but once Sam mentioned sushi he perked right up and promised to meet them on West 57th street. The plan was to sit down and order so food then Sam would mention fashion week and how he wanted Kevin there before he simply asked when was the last time he heard from Jess. It seemed like a good idea, and Dean thought so as well, though Sam didn’t get an answer when he asked again as they parked outside of the restaurant.
Dean looked positively psychotic because he was about to experience his other great love after Ollie and Sam. He had a strained relationship with sushi that had started years ago when he refused to eat it because it was going to kill him and give him AIDS. Sam had loved it since he moved to California and had it for the first time, and as soon as Mikey was old enough to eat it he was sampling things and nodding very enthusiastically.
Since Mikey and Sam had neither died or gotten AIDS as a result of eating sushi Dean bit the bullet one night and popped a piece into his mouth while he held his nose shut. Sam remembered it like it was yesterday when Mikey was giggling at the expression on Dean’s face which went from disgust to a near orgasmic glee. He had fallen in love with it and they had it regularly as a result. Ethan and Evan liked to eat it as well as Ollie who could put away more sushi than anyone else.
When Michael was first approached with the idea of eating raw fish he was completely against it much like Dean had been. Sam still wasn’t allowing Ollie to eat anything raw until he was older so he shared a few pieces with Michael who like Dean again really enjoyed it once he gave it a chance.
Sam loved the food and Atmosphere at Nobu in New York, but it was sort of a pain. He was fine grabbing lunch in Westport because they were sort of out of the way and all the restaurants were small. In the city things changed because it was big and busy and everyone wanted to either talk to John Michael or get his picture.
They had to walk about a block from where they had parked the car and Sam had barely finished buttoning up his coat before someone yelled and then started to point. He had his sunglasses in a half-assed attempt to go unnoticed but that never worked. People always knew it was him and someone was always yelling.
To make matters worse it always seemed that they were being followed by at least three cars. It made Dean so paranoid, but they were always just cock sucking photographers looking to get a few pictures to sell. Sam was fine with it as long as the kids weren’t around but that didn’t make it less annoying.
As he walked towards the restaurant with Dean by his side, Sam saw three cars stop in the middle of the street. They didn’t care about blocking traffic because pictures of him, especially if he was with Dean doing normal people things sold for a lot of money that could easily cover any parking tickets.
While Sam was fine with it while being annoyed Dean was just always annoyed because he was just a person. He didn’t want to be a celebrity and he hated when he ended up on the cover of the weeklies. He put up with it because it was the cost of fame, but Sam could see how angry he was getting.
When a particularly aggressive photographer shoved a camera right in Sam’s face Dean had enough. The camera couldn’t have been more than six inches away which was most certainly invading Sam’s personal space and he knew Dean was thinking about how close that same man might have gotten if they were out with the kids.
“Hey!” Dean yelled. “Back off.”
“Just doing my job, buddy.”
“You’re always just doing your job. Put down that camera, go home, and get a real job.” Dean whispered. “This isn’t a real job.”
Dean was strong with the force because the man took a step back and did exactly as he was told. He removed the camera from around his neck and placed it gently on the sidewalk before he walked away. He was one of the people who hopped out of the cars still idling in the street, but he chose to walk home and Sam hoped he’d be happier in a different career where he wouldn’t make a living off of invading other people’s privacy.
Everyone else still snapped pictures but they made it into the restaurant without further incident. The were safe inside because no paparazzi could bother them. There was always a chance they might run into a crazy fan, but it was a nice place, nice enough to keep the crazies out.
Kevin had arrived early and was already waiting at a private table away from everyone else. Sam appreciated that because if they were off on their own they were less likely to get bothered. Kevin looked really good, he seemed happy to get an invitation to lunch and it sort of sucked that they had fallen out of touch with him. Sam never thought they chose sides, but he was busy with school and they did technically have to see Alex all the time. Things had just kind of changed, but Sam was hoping to spend some more time with him in the future.
“Hey guys.” Kevin smiled. “I’m so glad you called.”
“Well, it’s been a while.” Sam said as he sat down. “I love your jacket.”
“Oh, I made this.”
“No shit?” Dean laughed. “Wow, nice.”
“Thanks.” Kevin said. “Oh, congratulations, Dean. I watched the Newbury ceremony online.”
“Thank you.”
“So how have you been?” Sam asked. “Things going okay?”
“Good, great actually. I’m helping out with this fundraiser we’re doing through school to raise money for AIDS research. Do you guys think you might want to donate some autographed book or something like that?”
“Of course.” Dean nodded. “How’d uh, how’d you get involved with that?”
Sam was really hoping that Kevin had simply turned over a new leaf and decided to do a little charity work. AIDS research was a great thing to be volunteering for but he prayed that Kevin didn’t have a personal stake in it. The last thing he needed was to have Jess and his mother find out he was sleeping around and managed to get something else, something that wasn’t going to go away with a few weeks of antibiotics.
“I started volunteering with some organizations and they needed help so I figured it was something to do on the weekends. It makes me feel really good, you know?”
“Yeah.” Sam nodded. “That’s cool.”
“It’s uh, it’s a small organization but every little bit helps.”
“Well, we are going to donate some money.” Dean said as he opened his menu. “That’s a great cause to be associated with.”
“I thought so.”
“Hello.” The waitress said once she walked over. “Can I get you something to dri…”
“I want three of those rolls with the shrimp in them.” Dean nodded. “I can’t pronounce it, but it’s fried shrimp with the avocado. Um, also the crab salad, the snow crab one, not that other one. The miso soup, uh, give me a…no, two rolls with of those crunchy rolls, the special ones that are fried and look like a flower. I love those things.”
“Okay.” She said as she passed out warm towels. “And…”
“Oh! Last time we were here they made me this tuna thing with like green onions on it. I need one of those too.” Dean nodded. “And green tea.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tea for me.” Sam laughed. “Kevin?”
“Tea’s fine.”
“Do you need a few more minutes?”
“Please.” Sam smiled. “Thank you.”
“Of course, Mr. Michaels.”
When Sam looked back over Dean was just about to put his steaming towel on his face. He very quickly slapped his hands and shook his head because he didn’t care if his pores felt tight. He’d be so embarrassed if he ended up on a magazine cover with a caption about how he was unsophisticated and Sam would have to listen to him whine for weeks.
“Fine.” Dean sighed. “I’m going to get that chocolate thing with the green tea ice cream for dessert.”
“Do you have a tape worm or something?” Kevin asked. “That was a lot of food.”
“I’m nervous.”
“About what?”
“Anthony and Bruce are having a baby right now.” Dean sighed. “If we run away don’t take it personally.”
“They induced Brooke about four hours ago.” Sam said. “Carol said she wasn’t close to ready, we’re fine.”
“I forgot they were having a baby. Tell them I said congratulations…well tell Bruce at least. Oh, I’m happy for Anthony too, but you know he doesn’t really like me.”
“I think he’s a little better with it.” Dean nodded. “He’s less angry lately.”
“That’s good.”
“Anyway.” Sam smiled. “I’m sure you know Fashion week is coming up.”
“Of course.”
“I’m in the Armani show on Friday night and I thought that’s something you’d enjoy.”
“Re…really?” Kevin laughed. “Seriously? You want me to come to fashion week? Wait, you’re in fashion week?”
“Yes I am.” Sam laughed. “I was even thinking you could come backstage and see what it’s like, you know? Behind the scenes kind of.”
“Sam, thank you, I’d…oh God, thank you. I’d love that.” Kevin nodded. “Thank you so much.”
“No problem.”
“But you have to come to Dolce and Gabbana too.” Dean winked. “I’m shooting an ad campaign next month and I’d like you to be there.”
“What?” Kevin asked. “Are you serious? You’re doing what Sam does for Armani?”
“Less abs.” Dean said as he looked over at Sam. “You’re delicious.”
“Dean’s their every man.” Sam smiled. “Which I gotta say seems better than freezing your balls off in a skimpy pair of underwear.”
“Sam, I don’t think there was a shrinkage problem.” Kevin laughed. “Wow, you guys are just awesome. Those are two major houses. Thanks for thinking about me, that was really nice of you, both of you, thank you.”
Sam lost count of how many times he had said thank you. He probably should have called when he did that first shoot with Armani but he hadn’t even thought about how much it would mean to him. Besides saying thank you so many times he had the strangest calm look on his face. He wasn’t the same person who cheated Alex anymore or got gay slapped down to the ground by Anthony. He was a little more grown up and seemed much more mature and centered in his life.
They talked about the shows for a while only stopping so Sam and Kevin could both order appropriate amounts of food for lunch. It was great to just catch up and even though Sam was dreading talking about Jess a little he was still having a pretty good time with Kevin.
“How are the kids?”
“Super awesome.” Dean nodded. “Alex is teaching them from home now.”
“Oh, that’s great. How are him and Michael doing?”
“Really good.” Sam said.
“And the babies?” Kevin asked. “They’re getting big.”
“Sweet as sugar.” Dean laughed. “Ninety percent of the time.”
“What about you?” Sam asked. “Are you seeing anyone or doing anything else besides the volunteer stuff?”
“Just school. I’m kind of dating around a little, nothing serious though. I have some friends from school we just kind of hang out. I don’t think I want to be in relationship for a while. The stuff with Alex made me realize I need to get to know me some more before I try to be with someone else.”
“Can I say I’m very impressed, Kevin.” Dean said. “Really, you’re…well, we’re very happy for you. I’m glad to hear that.”
“Thanks.”
“Hey um, have you talked to Jess lately?”
Sam asked and then immediately picked up his glass of tea so he could have a prop in case he had to hide his face. It was something he learned from Ollie who always flirted and then hid to keep himself out of trouble. Kevin didn’t say anything for a second and they were both panicking, but then the expression on his face changed and he was obviously thinking very hard.
“I saw her for Christmas back home…” Kevin said. “I think the last time I talked to her was a week or two ago. Two probably, I think it was the end of last month.”
“What’s she been up to?” Dean asked. “Uh, work?”
“All the time, back and forth all over the place. I was talking to my mom just the other day about how she’ll never just stay put. I think she was in Colorado.”
“Huh.” Sam whispered.
“Can you excuse me? I’m going to use the restroom before the food gets here.”
“Of course.” Dean smiled. “I’m gonna take a piece of your roll.”
“Go for it.”
After he got up and went to the bathroom Sam turned so him and Dean could stare at each other. Jeremy had said that they’d make up their own reality once they forgot she died, and apparently her whole family was pretending that she was just working a lot. It was a little weird that Kevin believed she was there for Christmas, but if he was happy with the memory then Sam was happy for them.
They had initially known about the fire, but then John made his deal, or his non-deal as Dean had taken to calling it and they thought she just died in a car accident which was better. If Jeremy’s mind mojo had made them forget she was gone that was great too because they wouldn’t have to deal with the pain anymore and at the same time they didn’t have to find out that she had died and come back.
The only problem was figuring out exactly what they thought Jess was doing. She’d have to be informed beforehand and then do her best to not let on that they had an entirely different set of memories. She was a smart girl and Sam was sure she could play the part to spare her family any pain, but it would be a lot easier if they had just a little information since she was going in completely blind.
“He’ll never have to miss her.” Sam nodded. “That’s good.”
“Then why do you sound like you’re going to cry?”
“She missed eight years of his life. She has no idea what he’s done or her parents have done.”
“True.” Dean said as he took his hand. “But every time she finds something out it’ll be like Christmas morning, you know? Kevin will mention something they did when he was sixteen and I bet knowing that he really thinks it happened will be more than enough for her because for him she always was there.”
“How can you be sure though?”
“Because there was no apartment.” Dean smiled. “You forgave me right after I told you and we were both there when Mikey was born. Those memories are real to me.”
“Me too.”
“Sammy, I wish the world was always fair. I wish more than anything that nothing bad ever happened to anyone, but it does.”
“And missing out on eight years is better than missing out on the rest of his life.”
“Exactly.”
“I’m gonna marry you.”
“I’m gonna let you.”
Sam leaned over and let Dean kiss him because he was always right and could make sense out of any situation no matter how confusing or fucked up it seemed. Jess was going to be lost for a while, but in time she’d get those eight years back. That was more than most people got, and while Sam kissed Dean, he thought he was even luckier because with him he had made a family that meant more than anything else. Sam thought he had it better than all the people in the world combined even after the food came and Dean completely lost interest in kissing him. He never let go of his hand though and that was what really mattered.
After lunch and a little quick shopping Dean decided they had wasted enough time and drove to the hospital. John had been keeping them up to date, but as always he was a big fan of secrets and Dean felt horrible for spending time away from the hospital when Anthony clearly needed them.
As soon as Dean stepped into the waiting room he knew something was wrong. Bruce was with Brooke so he wasn’t there but neither were Anthony or John. Carol was alone with Nathan and when they noticed the panicked look on Dean’s face they both pointed to the bathroom at the same time.
Nathan looked really upset, so Dean sent Sam to check on him and make sure everything was okay before he went into the bathroom. He actually heard the problem before he walked to the last stall and found John kneeling next to the toilet while Anthony violently vomited. It wasn’t just a little puking to calm his nerves, his whole body was convulsing but he wasn’t actually throwing up anything at all.
He had done that already, in fact he had been doing it for a while and instead of telling them he was making himself sick with worry John let them eat a long lunch and go shopping. Dean was a little pissed off, but he was going to wait to yell at John who looked just as sick as Anthony.
John realized his mistake and quickly moved out of the way so Dean could take his place. He got another wet napkin and handed it over which Dean used to wipe back Anthony’s sweat soaked hair. His whole body was drenched in sweat. He looked like he just ran about thirty miles in the middle of the summer. It should have been a joyous occasion, but he was too worried to do anything besides wretch into the toilet.
“Shh.” Dean whispered. “Take a deep breath.”
“Did…did he tell you to come?”
“No, we just came….all over your husband.”
“Don’t do that, Dean.” Anthony said as he shook his head. “I know something’s going to be wrong, don’t joke.”
“Nothing’s going to be wrong. I’m sorry, I won’t make any more jokes.”
“Something’s always wrong.”
“No it’s not.” Dean said as he wiped off Anthony’s eyes. “Not with this.”
“Br…Bruce told me when we were at Phil’s. He told me that…he told me that…”
Anthony was crying while he spoke and very quickly started coughing into the toilet again. Dean saw a little bile come up but that was it. He was completely running on empty and as soon as he calmed down he was going to make him eat one of the cheeseburgers they had picked up for Nathan.
John was standing outside the stall pacing and shaking his head. He had obviously tried his best, but Anthony needed someone else. He needed Dean who was able to completely commiserate with him over the fear of birth. He never threw up, but he had passed out three times between the time Ollie was conceived and born.
“What did he tell you?”
“He said I left my…my family and that wasn’t something he wanted to teach our son.” Anthony said as he shook his head. “But I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to keep them safe.”
“We know that, Bruce knows that.”
“I said that stuff to you. I don’t want Charlie to run away like I did.”
“Sam ran away.”
“What?”
“Sammy ran away.” Dean shrugged. “Ooh, maybe you’ll become a millionaire.”
“Dean.”
“And our kids are fine. I’m not worried about them running away.”
“Why not?” Anthony asked.
“Well, first of all they weren’t born when he ran away. Secondly they know we love them like Charlie knows you love him. Anthony he’s going to come out in a few hours and fall head over heels. If I worried about the choices I made before my kids were born affecting them I would have killed myself already.”
“So you don’t think it makes me a bad daddy?”
“Bruce didn’t say that, did he?” Dean asked. “He was trying to help like you always help him.”
“You’re right.” Anthony nodded. “Thank you.”
“Now come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Okay.”
“I offered head.” John smiled. “I told him I’d give him head.”
“Of course you did.” Dean sighed.
“Then he threw up on me.”
“Is that what that smell is?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry John.”
“It’s okay.”
Dean helped Anthony up off the ground and held him up while they walked to the sink. John had a bottle of water ready so he could wash out his mouth and then wash off his face. He was a complete mess, but at least he was taking a much needed break from vomiting.
“Dad.” Dean said as he tossed him the keys. “Go to the parking garage and uh get us some clothes out of the trunk. You can change your shirt, and we’ll get Anthony changed.”
“You brought clothes?” Anthony asked. “I didn’t think of that.”
“No, Sam went shopping. Dad, there’s a small Hermes bag, get that too.”
“Okay.”
“I brought babies clothes.” Anthony nodded. “But none for me.”
“Do you want to wear my new Prada?” Dean asked as he raised an eyebrow. “Come on, lets uh…God, how’d you sweat so much?”
“I’ve been throwing up since about 11:00.”
“Why didn’t you want him to call us?”
“Because you had to talk to Kevin.”
“You put yourself first on days like today, for future reference.”
Dean had no idea how Anthony had managed to sweat through so many layers. Hospitals were always cold and he had dressed in a t-shirt, a button up shirt, and his favorite knit hoodie. All three were soaked, so Dean helped him out of them until he was just in his jeans. He didn’t want Anthony thinking about anyone besides Charlie but against his better judgment he reached out and laid his fingertips against his stomach where the long puckered pink scar had been just a few weeks ago. It was all smooth again and unlike Michael he didn’t have even the tiniest bit of evidence that anything had happened.
“Did you do that?”
“Justin and Charlie did.” Dean said. “I told them to.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
Dean brushed Anthony’s hair out of his face and tried to at least work some of the sweaty knots out. He didn’t care what anyone thought about his appearance but Dean wanted him looking handsome for when Charlie came out. He was just tucking his hair behind his ears when Bruce and Sam both walked into the bathroom together. Dean had done as much as he could to help him out, but he needed Bruce to do the rest.
“Are you done?” Bruce asked as he hugged him. “You okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Is he putting the moves on you even now?”
“I always am.” Dean grinned. “Sammy, Anthony barfed on dad.”
“It was epic.” Bruce laughed. “John was hugging him and he just let loose.”
“Are you okay?” Sam asked. “Nathan is…”
“Nathan.” Anthony whispered.
“He’s fine, he’s just…he was worried, I talked to him and distracted him with double cheeseburgers.”
“What would I do without you three?”
Dean looked over at Sam who looked to Bruce. They all wanted to give him an answer but only one of them could come up with anything. If they weren’t around Anthony would really only have one other option.
“John.”
“What?”
“You’d do John.” Bruce shrugged. “Lucky for me we’ll never have to worry about that.”
“You don’t have to worry about that anyway.”
“I know.” Bruce smiled. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I got my rocks now.”
“Good. You two are in charge. They’re moving Brooke to the delivery room.”
“It’s time?” Anthony smiled. “He’s ready?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m gonna to go check on Nathan.” Dean said as he took Sam’s hand. “Come on Sammy.”
Bruce was going to be in the delivery room with Brooke. She had known him for years and wanted him there when she brought his son into the world. They never asked how Anthony felt about it, but he seemed okay. He was sort in the same camp as Dean and didn’t know if he could handle childbirth. Dean thought he did pretty well with Ollie, but there was no way he’d be able to watch a cesarean like Sam had twice.
Brooke was having a vaginal birth, so once they got started it was only going to be a while before she was done. It wasn’t as quick as a cesarean, but in maybe an hour or so Charlie would be out in the world and Anthony would see him for the first time.
When they stepped out of the bathroom Nathan was up out of his seat in a second. He ran as fast as he could and because Dean knew it was coming he got down on his knees so he could give him a hug. He was a tough little guy, but when Anthony was upset he crumbled pretty quickly as little brothers were prone to do from time to time.
“Hi, Dean.”
“Hey. What’s wrong?”
“I got a little upset.” Nathan nodded. “I was…dude, I started crying.”
“That’s okay, you’re still the manliest man in the house, remember that.”
“I know. Is he okay?”
“He’s fine.” Dean smiled. “Don’t you worry about him.”
“I told John to call like four times. He needed you guys because Bruce he’s been busy with Brooke, you know?”
“Yeah, we’re here now. We’ll be here until Charlie shows up. It’s big day for the three of us. We all get to be uncles today.”
“He’s gonna be so cool, I bet you any money.”
“I’m sure he will be.” Sam smiled. “You feeling better now?”
“I just needed some meat.”
“I swear Sammy, this one could be mine. We could steal him, raise him as our own.”
“Hey if…” Nathan said before he sighed. “If they’re real busy with Charlie do you think I could come stay with you guys so I’m not in the way?”
“Nathan, you won’t be in the way.” Sam said as he squatted down. “But if you want you can sleep over for a few night, stay in Mikey’s room.”
“I know I won’t be in the way, but…like if Charlie took a nap and they were tired too, I could maybe come over and hang out.”
“Absolutely.” Dean nodded. “You call and we’ll meet you half way.”
“Thanks.”
Dean was fine with him spending some time at the house if he wanted to, but their entire family dynamic was about to change. If Dean knew Anthony like he thought he did, then once Charlie arrived he was going to spread open his arms and hold his whole family as close as he possibly could. He was just that kind of guy.
Dean had no idea just how far Anthony was willing to go for his new family until Bruce went back to be there for the delivery and John had come back with a set of clothes for both of them. Things had calmed down and they were just waiting when Anthony very nicely asked if he could use Dean’s cell phone. He always had his so Dean handed it over trying figure out why he hadn’t just used his own.
They were alone in the waiting room so no one was going to complain about him using a cell phone. He scrolled through the numbers and hit send while Dean was busy talking to Carol, and didn’t get a chance to see who he was calling.
“Hi.” Anthony said. “It’s uh, it’s Anthony. Yeah, re…really.”
Anthony had just sat down, but once he was on the phone he got up and started circling the waiting room. Nathan was right behind him, shadowing his every step. There was only one contact in Dean’s phone that Anthony didn’t have, that he didn’t want to have.
“Brooke’s in labor right now. He’s…well, he’s going to be born soon. Yeah, still Charlie. Charles Lawrence Hudson.”
“You used to be a Hudson.” John said as he kissed Carol’s cheek. “Remember that?”
“I do.”
“Who’s…” Sam sighed. “Who’s he on the phone with?”
“His father.” Carol whispered.
“Why?” Sam asked. “Why on earth would he want to talk to him?”
“Because forgiveness is the greatest gift we can give ourselves.” Carol said. “He told me when we were alone that he forgives Jeremy, he forgives his father too.”
“He’s getting started early.” Dean nodded. “He wants Charlie to come into the world ready for anything life throws at him.”
“Ray is never going to be Charlie’s grandfather, but he is about to become a grandfather and Anthony felt like it was something he should know.” Carol smiled. “I think that’s something he wouldn’t have learned without you two.”
Dean never imagined he’d live to see the day when Anthony finally made peace with Ray. He didn’t deserve to have Anthony or Nathan in his life, but he did deserve to know about family even if Charlie didn’t share his last name. Dean remembered so clearly the day they went to Ray’s apartment and sent him away. He was so devastated once he found out what he had done. Anthony still had the little bear that Ray had struggled to buy. Dean felt sorry for the monster that day and as he listened to Anthony tell him about Charlie he felt sorry for him again.
“You okay?” Sam whispered. “I’m really proud of him right now.”
“Me too.”
“Yeah, he wants to talk to you.” Anthony said. “We’re doing great. He’s doing great, straight A’s all the time and…what?”
Dean looked back and watched while Anthony nodded and then handed the phone off to Nathan. He did pretty good for the short conversation, but whatever was said last finally got to him. He didn’t break down and sob, but he was crying slow tears that maybe looked a little happy.
He had been sitting between Sam and Dean but when he came back he sat next to John and then cried on him because biology didn’t really matter. All any of them cared about what the bonds they forged and the families they made.
“Did he say something?” John asked. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“He told me he was sorry.” Anthony whispered. “For making me responsible for my brother.”
“Did he?” John asked as he looked at Dean. “That’s good that he told you that.”
Dean’s vision got a little blurry as Sam moved to sit right next to him and held his hand. He wanted to look back at the man he was going to marry but Dean couldn’t take his eyes off of John. It was a good thing he didn’t because he got to see him mouth “I’m sorry” towards him. Dean was sure he had apologized a thousand times for taking away his childhood and forcing him to take care of Sam when he was too young to take care of himself, but in the hospital waiting room it felt like it finally stuck so he mouthed a “Thank you” back.
They all stuck together and took turns laughing and crying while they waited. Nick showed up after about a half hour and was a little confused about why everyone was so emotional. He was just nervous because he was going to be an uncle again and it terrified him. He said it was his own fault for always working instead of spending time with his nephews and nieces. That was going to change though because he had finally found the perfect building in Westport to move the practice too. He had come with good news and when no one was expecting it Bruce walked out with some more.
Everyone jumped up at once, but Anthony was the fastest. He had finally stopped crying, because nothing was going to cloud his vision when he saw his baby boy for the first time. Bruce looked like a million bucks with that kids in his arms. He was beaming from ear to ear as he walked over to introduce the newest member of the family who was just as cute as any Winchester Dean had ever seen.
“That’s him.” Bruce whispered. “That’s daddy.”
“Oh God.” Anthony said as he put his hand over his mouth. “Look at him, look how perfect he is. He’s…Oh God, he’s so beautiful.”
Charlie had the biggest dark eyes Dean had ever seen. He had a full head of dark hair, even more than Mary currently had and she was three and a half months older than him. He was so handsome, just like both of his daddies. He had Anthony full lips and maybe Bruce’s nose. Dean was pretty sure he had his ears though because they were funny little spuds just kind of sticking out from the side of his head.
“You ready?” Bruce smiled.
“I am.” Anthony laughed. “I’m so ready.”
“Here you go.”
Bruce very carefully handed Charlie to Anthony and then gave both of them kisses on the forehead. Bruce had looked pretty fantastic with the baby, but Anthony had him beat. In the fours years they had known him Dean was positive he had never been happier. Sam was crying, John was crying, pretty much everyone was in tears so Dean joined in only because he was prone to bow to peer pressure and not because babies turned him into a big pile of sappy goo.
“Hey you.” Anthony whispered. “Hi, I’m your daddy. I know what you’re thinking, but those two aren’t getting you, don’t worry.”
“I want him.” Sam pouted. “You guys, he’s so cute.”
“He’s a big guy.” Bruce smiled. “Nine pounds, nineteen inches. Hey, that’s my baby.”
“You did good little brother.” Nick said before he hugged him. “He’s beautiful.”
“Nathan come see.” Anthony smiled. “Charlie is your uncle Nathan.”
Nathan very cautiously made his way out from behind Dean’s legs and peered down at the newest member of the family. He was officially the only one besides Charlie who wasn’t crying, but once he saw him he got a little weepy before he kissed him on his tiny little hand.
“I love him.”
“You do?” Anthony asked. “Yeah?”
“You’ve got great dads, Charlie.” Nathan nodded. “I know because they’ve been real great to me.”
“He loves you too.” Bruce said as he kneeled on the floor. “I’m sure of it.”
“He’s got a nice tan too.” Nathan nodded.
Everyone laughed because someone was bound to bring it up and without Ethan and Evan there to talk about Charlie’s skin color Nathan had to be the one to do it. Anthony was very pale and always had been. Bruce got a little color in the summer but it wasn’t much. Charlie seemed to be a perfect mix of Brooke and his fathers, but he could have come out green with purple polka dots and he still would have been in Dean’s list of the top eight cutest babies ever born.
“Is Brooke okay?” Anthony asked. “She did okay?”
“She’s fine.” Bruce nodded. “She uh…she’s on the phone with Amy.”
“Why?” Dean asked. “Why is she on the phone with her, what….”
“She needed someone to talk to. Don’t worry. He’s ours.”
Amy had very strong opinions about Brooke but she was more than willing to be an ear during what had to be an incredibly difficult time. Amy didn’t agree that she should be breastfeeding and Brooke had changed her mind. She was damn near outraged when Dean mentioned that she was being induced, but when someone needed her she was going to be there.
“I think he’s yours.” Anthony said. “What do you think? I don’t care either way, because he’s so perfect, but what do you think?”
“I have no idea.” Bruce laughed.
“I’d say take off his diaper but I don’t think that’s going to help.”
“Dean.” Sam laughed.
“My boy is packing.” Bruce whispered. “Maybe grandpa is your daddy, huh?”
“I say he’s at least thirty-three percent of all of us.” Anthony smiled. “One percent pure sugar. Oh, God, I never want to let him go. Am I being selfish, do you want to hold him?”
“Yes!” Dean yelled. “Yes, let me…oh you were talking to Bruce…I see.”
“You hold him.” Bruce laughed. “He was born about ten minutes ago, I had plenty of time.”
“Okay, well, Charlie, this is grandma Carol, but you should call her mawmaw because she gets all flustered when Ollie does it. Oh, he’s one of your cousins but you have far too many for me to remember and you’ll meet them tomorrow probably.”
“There’s Michael.” Dean said quickly. “Mikey, Ethan, Evan, Ollie, Milo, and Mary.”
“Also Jan, Marsha and Cindy.” Anthony smiled. “That fine hunk of man is your grandpa John. I know what you’re thinking, but get in line. That’s uncle Nick, he’s going to put thermometers in your butt with daddy and these two are…well…”
“These two.” Bruce said as he stroked Charlie’s head. “These two are the reason you’re here today. They threatened me and pestered daddy until we fell in love and got married. They run the baby farm next door and because they made it look so easy we decided to have you. They’re going to be real important to you over the next few years. Do you know why?”
“I’d be willing to bet it’ll be because the repeated kidnappings you’ll have to endure.” Carol said as she winked at Dean.
“That.” Bruce laughed. “And when we don’t know what to do they’re going to get up in the middle of the night and come over and help. That’s your Unka Sammy, he’s the short one.”
“I’m the short one.” Sam smiled.
“And that big tall guy next to him.” Anthony said. “That’s your Hunka Dean.”
“I like that!” Dean grinned. “I’m sort of a hunky uncle.”
“Botox.” Nick coughed.
“I’m ignoring that.” Dean sighed. “Can I just…can I squeeze in right here and give him a present?”
“Here we go!” Anthony laughed. “I’m surprised you two waiting this long, what is it? A well funded stock portfolio?”
“A plane?” Bruce asked. “Oh, does he get his own black Mercedes?”
“I didn’t get a Mercedes.” Nick muttered. “Always stuck in the basement like Cinderella.”
“Uncle Nick wants to get beat down, Chawee.” Dean said as he walked over on his knees. “Me and Sammy got you a present to start you off right.”
Sam handed Dean the little white bag and after he took out the little white box with a black ribbon he handed it to Bruce since Anthony’s hands were quite full.
“Hermes?”
“I’ll have you know we’re writing to Armani and Dolce and Gabbana tomorrow to complain about their lack of a baby department.” Sam said. “He looks like an Armani kind of guy.”
“That is a Dolce and Gabbana baby if I’ve ever seen one.”
“Open it up.” Anthony nodded. “I know it’s something completely extravagant and unnecessary.”
“Kind of our whole thing.” Dean grinned.
Bruce pulled off the ribbon, removed the lid, and finally parted the tissue paper so he could pull out Charlie’s first bit of bling. When Dean saw the sterling silver four hundred dollar rattle he knew it was perfect for him and Sam completely agreed. They had always worked very hard to not spoil their own children, but since Charlie wasn’t going to be theirs until they kidnapped him they could spoil him rotten.
“Thank you.” Bruce smiled. “It’s the second most beautiful thing in the room.”
“Well.” John blushed. “I don’t know about that!”
“They’re talking about my nephew, asshat!” Nathan yelled. “Charlie is so much hotter than you. He’s a total stud. He’s going to get so many chicks it won’t even be funny.”
“Or guys.” Anthony said. “Either way…”
“I’m never gonna get to hang out with any other straight guys.” Nathan sighed.
“What about me?” John asked.
“I said straight guys, John.”
“I’m straight.” Nick said as he raised his hand. “We can hang out.”
“I ain’t even touching that one.” Nathan said as he looked back at him. “We’re on our own Charlie.”
“No matter what he is, we love him.” Anthony said. “More than the moon.”
“Can I please hold him?” Carol asked. “Pretty please!”
“Mother in law’s.” Anthony groaned. “Sheesh.”
After about five more minutes Anthony finally let him make the rounds. He went to Carol and then John before Nathan and Nick got a quick turn. Sam held him and smooched on him for a second and since Dean was the best he got to go last. He cradled Charlie in his arms and kissed on his head a few times before he tried his best to sneak out of the waiting room with him, but Anthony wasn’t having it.
“You take my son, I’m taking your husband.”
“You think I’m even remotely interested in Sam?” Dean asked. “Pft.”
“I was talking about Ollie.” Anthony smirked.
“Sowwy, Chawee, you’ll have to wait wit a kidnappin’.” Dean said as he handed him back. “I’m extremely faithful.”
“Yeah.” Sam said as he rolled his eyes. “You sure are.”
“What’s wit a plan, Sammy?” Dean whispered. “Use a sexy bwain wit a smawtness.”
“We rip off all of dad’s clothes and throw a bucket on honey on him, once they’re distracted you snatch the baby, and we make a run for it.”
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