Baby Daddy (S U P E R N A T U R A L fanfic)

Getting to Know the Winchesters

After four hours, two pit stops and a lunch break, the impala finally started to slow in the middle of nowhere. I, following in my car, pulled up behind them with a deep sigh. It had been a long drive, even with the stops. Turning the engine off I unbuckled my seat belt and rested my head against the steering wheel. Having gone to bed and woken up with less than four hours sleep this morning had left me exhausted. My eyes pleading to be closed, and being only too happy to obey I groaned at the sound of tapping on my window. When the door opened I looked up to see Sam.

"Welcome to the men of letters bunker." He said, gesturing to a partially green area with a small cement incline. Grabbing my bag I got out and paused when I saw Dean closing my boot. In each of his hands he held multiple bags. My eyebrows raising I slung my bag over my shoulder and held out my hand.

"Gimme." I said, reaching for my laptop bag. He moved it out of my reach.

"No I got it. Sam, unlock the door." He said, turning to his brother who had two bags in one hand. I blinked multiple times.

"I can carry my own bags."

"Then I guess chivalry isn't dead. You shouldn't be carrying heavy things anyway. Now go." He said, motioning to the entrance with his chin. Flattered yet annoyed I followed Sam in through a dark door. When the lights flicked on I realised I was on a narrow staircase, looking down onto a large room that connected to another and a couple hallways. I whistled in amazement as I watched the room get bigger as we walked into it. The colours were muted, mostly greys and browns - maybe even mahogany, I thought, as I leant closer to inspect a filled book shelf.

"Who were these men of letters?" I asked, my eyes still wondering around the room. Everything looked at least ten years old, but some of the things that were cared intricately into the framework suggested a much more sophisticated era. When no one answered I turned to have a look at them and saw that they were giving each other a look. 

"It's a long story... kinda don't really want to get into it right now." Sam said slowly, walking into the room with many tables. Dropping the bags by the chair he threw the keys onto the table. I carefully watched Dean as he readjusted the bags on his hand that was turning red.

"I'll go set you up in one of the room - I'll be right back." He said as he waddled through the door at the end of the room and turning right.

"There are just a few things I have to tell you before you're officially in the club."He said, turning to me with his hands on his waist. I pursed my lips to stop from frowning. His elbows were at the same height as my forehead. How did his head not hit the ceiling?

"Like ground rules?" I asked, despite my chatty inner dialogue.

"Kinda of. Like, if you are going to stay with us you have to stop hunting." I nodded twice.

"As soon as I knew about the baby I stopped immediately."

"Good. Because we don't want anything happening to you, or the baby. Second, you cannot be afraid to ask us for things or talk to us if something's bothering you. We're family now, and to us family means a lot. For a long time it's just been my brother and me and we will die for each other - and we have." I frowned. Like, momentarily heart stops after too much blood loss or... I shook my head as he continued.

"This is your home. So don't think of it as temporary because it's not." He said before looking around cautiously. "And the last one," he continued, his voice lowering. "Isn't really a rule. It's just... my brother. There are no words to describe how much he means to me, and I'm sure, to you. You're giving him a life that none of us thought was possible. We didn't really grow up with parents. Our mom died, and our dad was... we didn't have a normal life - we still don't. I think this is good for him and I think he could be happy, I just don't... I don't want-"