Trials Of Agent Winchester

prologue

One more day, one more crime. FBI agent Dean Winchester had just solved a kidnapping case and was sitting in front of his desk in search of another one, while drinking coffee to keep himself from dozing off at work.

He kept his cup on the table and started to go through the file in front of him. 

‘Victim name : James Realm

 Age : 47

 Cause of death : A SCW, resulting in possible pneumothorax. Knife wound in the chest cavity’ 

He finished going through the details of the case which he would start investigating from the next working day. After the long day, Dean finally unlocked his phone and saw a missed call from his wife. 

“Y/N,” he sighed and called her back. The phone rang thrice before the sweet voice of Y/N sounded over from the other side.

“Oh, so he calls back,” he heard her say from the other end of the phone, a tone of mockery evident in her voice. 

“Y/N I.. sorry I've been busy,” he replied.

“Of course,” she scoffed. 

“Tsk,” his tongue twitched with annoyance. 

“You do remember what tomorrow is right?” He heard her ask. 

“Yeah Y/N, I think maybe we should rethink this.” He suggested. 

“I did Dean and I've lost count of how many times I have done that…” she let out a defeated sigh. “There's no point in us being together anymore. It's better if we just go our separate ways. I want you to be ready to give Bobby the talk tonight. I can do this alone but he is your son too and I want you to be there for him.” She finished. 

“Sure,” Dean replied, rubbing  his face out of exhaustion and frustration. “Also Y/N” he said out loud as she was about to hang up. 

“What?” She asked him.

“Thanks for letting me be there for him.” He stated. 

“It's okay, he is your son too,” she said and hung up. He exhaled out loud and kept his phone inside his pocket. 

He got up and drove back to his home - it was the last night he was going to have some family time. After this night, his wife was going to leave him. At Least she was letting him be there for their son, even though she was not going to be in his life anymore. Dean came in after Y/N opened the door for him. 

“Hey,” he greeted with an unreadable look on his face, dropping the keys on the table as she smiled weakly at him. 

“You need to get showered. I made pie for Bobby,” she informed her husband. 

“And some for you too,” she said and earned herself a smile from him. He placed a little kiss on her lips after listening to the same old “don't do this again” from her as their lips parted. 

“Right, sorry,” he sheepishly apologized and went to get himself a shower. He let the water run  down from his head to toe as he  let out his sorrows under the hot water. He wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out of the shower. 

Putting  some clothes on, Dean went to sit at the table in the kitchen. “Daddy!” he heard his son and called him. 

“Hey buddy,” he said, lifting his son up and putting him down on the chair, right beside him.

“Mommy told me that you and her got something to tell me but I don't want to wait until mommy comes here. Tell me, Daddy I won't let  mommy know that you told me. It'll be our secret.” He said  with a giggle. 

“Sorry buddy, you need to wait until mommy comes,” Dean said and the little guy  adorably pouted. Dean just stared at his innocent little one and felt bad that everything is going to change for him after this night. 

“Okay, I'm gonna guess. Am I getting a baby sister or brother like you did?” He asked, excitement written all over his face. Dean didn't know what to answer. He was at a loss of words. It broke his heart even further at the thought of his son having to watch his parents walk away in separate ways.

“No Bobby,” Y/N said while coming out of the kitchen, her hands full with plates of food. 

“Dean, can you get the pie from the kitchen counter?” She asked as she kept the chicken on the table. 

“Sure,” he replied and went to get the pie. 

“Bobby.” Y/N turned to face her son, “I am sorry to say this honey. You're not getting a baby brother or sister,” Dean heard her say. He sighed deeply as he felt bad for their son and angry at himself. He picked up the pie and went to put it on the table, joining his family. He watched his son sitting on the chair with a big frown. His heart  broke into a million pieces as he saw him like that. 

“Bobby, buddy you like pie, don't you?” Dean asked and he smiled and nodded with excitement.A breath of relief left him when he saw his son smiling again. 

“Alright, here you go.” He said and cut up a piece , serving it over to him. They all ate their dinner in silence. It had been a really long time since he had sat with them like this. His heart crushed when he realised that it was going to be the last time he would be seeing his family like this.

They finished the dinner in deafening silence and Y/N took a deep breath. Dean realised that she was ready to tell him. 

“Okay, Bobby you should know that….Daddy and I-we love you a lot and we….uh-will always do.” She promised. Bobby looked between her and Dean with confusion written all over his face. 

“Bobby, sweetie, your dad and I, we're getting a divorce.” She said slowly. And there it was all out in the open. A moment of utter silence passed by before Bobby looked up. 

“What does that mean?” He asked them. Dean grew nervous but chose to remain silent with bated breath.

“It means your dad and I won't be living together anymore but we love you and we'll always be there for you. It's just we won't be married anymore.” Y/N tried to sugar coat it. Bobby looked between Dean and his mom; it looked like he was trying to understand what was going on. Bobby didn't say anything and it looked like his eyes were getting heavy with exhaustion as sleep overtook him. 

Y/N picked him in her arms and without any further exchange went to his room and tucked Bobby to bed before coming out.

 “I'm going to sleep on the couch.” Dean said and walked over to the couch. She flashed a sad smile and went to the room that once used to be theirs.