The Father of My Twins (Dean Winchester Love Story)

Chapter 9 (Tomorrow)

Vanessa's POV

I groaned loudly and stretched out. I pointed my toes and raised my hands above my head, yawning. I quickly returned to my sleeping position in a tight ball, with my arms around my knees. There was a faint noise in the background but I was already halfway asleep..

THUD! "Ommph," I grunted, falling onto the floor. I slid on the shaggy carpet. Whelp, I'm gonna suffer some rugburn.. My eyes were still closed and I was about to fall asleep again, right there on the floor, when I heard the laugh. A deep laugh, a soothing laugh, a laugh I knew so well but hadn't heard in 7 years..

My eyes snapped open, I was fully awake and aware of everything. I arched my back, satisfied when it cracked. "I was wondering when you'd wake up." I turned my attention towards Dean, who looked as if he too had just woken up. "I got up about 5 minutes ago." He explained, knowing what I was going to ask.

Well that was the answer to the lack of warmth. I frowned and scratched my arm. "What time is it?" I asked him groggily. Dean's hazle eyes glanced at the clock above the sink. "Eleven." He said. "In the morning?" I widened my eyes. We were supposed to leave for Washington..

"No, at night." He chuckled. "Oh," I sunk into front of the couch, folding my legs Indian-style. I watched Dean, amused at his scruffiness. I  barley stopped myself from saying 'scruff muffin' out loud.. I kept studying him as he poured himself a coffee, black, and went to the small fridge. How can he drink it with no sugar or cream? I thought, shuddering at the thought.

He looked at the two shelves, crouched down, and took out ham, heat able bacon, lettuce, and a bunch of other things. Then he took three strides and opened up a supboard I couldn't reach. Dean grabbed the loaf of bread, which was now basically an empty bag, and took two peices of bread. I laughed lightly. Was he making a sandwich?

After combining everything, he took a huge bite and moaned. Okay, that's enough. I scrambled to my feet quitely and waited until he went to the other counter for his coffee. I took it as my cue and ran over. Still unknown, I smacked his rear and ran away before he turned around. His head whipped around and he raised his eyebrows.

I blew my cover and burst out laughing. He gave me a dirty look as I doubled over, clutching my stomach. God, I'm such a kid sometimes. How do I find amusement in this? He took another bite of his sandwich, still looking absolutley furious. He took a menacing step towards me. "Shoot," I laughed. He swallowed and glared at me.

"I'm going to enjoy getting revenge."

[Big] Dean's POV

I nearly started laughing with her, but I tried to look like I was serious. Her face dropped and I almost lost it. Vanessa stood up straight and put her hands on her hips. "Right," she smirked. "I'm going to go to bed now." She started walking down the wooden hallway, tempting me to run right into her room with her.  "Damn you," I mummbled under my breath.

I followed her, poking my head into her doorway. "Goodnight," I whispered loudly, as if to check up on her. "Goodnight," she said brightly, grinning like a maniac. "See you tomorow." I said, not wanting to leave. "Yep." I sighed and shut her door.

Almost an hour later, Vanessa came running down the hallway. I tensed, reaching for my knife. Was there something in her room?! But, instead of screaming for help, she tackled me. She pushed with her hands but I wasn't moving. I started laughing. "What the hell?" She kept trying to knock me over. "Dammit," She huffed, giving up.

I raised my eyebrows at her. She looked right at me. "It's tomorrow!"

Deanna's POV

"Dean! Dean!" I screeched, shaking my brother's shoulders. "Please wake up!" I cried, sobs racking my body. "Please," Tears ran down my face as I shook him again and again. "Don't leave me!" I screamed at him, unable to hold the anguish down. I choked on my words. "Please," I repeated, hoping that he would move even just a little bit to show that he was alive.

His eyes fluttered a bit, and I could see-just barely- his chest slightly moving up and down. "Deanna," He said weakly. "What?" I sniffed, grabbing his hand. He laughed lightly. "This really sucks." I smiled through the tears. "Yeah, it does." I agreed.

Then the man with black eyes came in.