The Father of My Twins (Dean Winchester Love Story)

Chapter 12

[Big] Dean's POV

"Dammit!" Vanessa yelled. I shot her a quizzical glance and realized she was talking to herself. She slapped her forehead.

"I'm such a slut!" She screeched, capturing the attention of a few passing teenage boys. I walked back over to her and grabbed her hands. "No, you're not. Now shut up and come with me."

She looked up at me guiltily and made a pouty face. "C'mon." I guided her into the motel by her hand, like she was a little kid. Sam stayed back, taking things out of the car.

"A room, please." I plastered a fake smile on my face and the woman returned it. Her eyes flashed to Vanessa then back to me. "One queen bed, coming right up," She said with a trace of amusement in her voice.

"No! Um.. 3 please, actually." Vanessa laughed nervously, her grip tightening on my hand. The lady-who was plump and had obviously dyed her hair red- gave me a confused look, then looked at the computer.

"The best we have is a 2 bed room." I sighed. Of course. "Okay, we'll have that. Thanks." She smiled a too nice smile and handed me the key. "How long do you plan on staying?" She asked me. I shrugged. "As long as it takes."

Vanessa's POV

"Dean." I tapped him lightly on the shoulder, trying to get his attention. He looked at me. "Hm?" I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry about.. You know.. I wasn't feeling myself.." I started, and he stood up. I looked down to avoid seeing his expression.

"Well I'd like to be with you when you are feeling yourself." I watched as he crossed his arms, still not daring to look at his face. "You know, you shouldn't be here." Dean said sternly. I snorted and looked up, meeting a cold gaze.

"Dean, we've been over this. I can do what I want." I put my hands on my hips and straightened my back. He stayed quiet for a minute, and I thought I had won.

"I don't want to lose you." Dean started toying with the ring on his finger, and I gaped at him. "What?" My hands dropped at my sides. "I don't want you to get hurt. Is that too much to ask?" I looked deep into his eyes and realized he was speaking the truth.

"The only thing that hurt me was you." He flinched, turning away. I immeadiatly regretted my words. I looked at his back and remembered a much easier time. A time when we didn't fight, and we had been happy together.

I walked around him to face him and laced my arms around his neck. "I don't want to hurt you." He said quietly, closing his eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows and seemed to go out of focus.

"You won't." I pressed my forehead against his and he put his hands on my waist. I found myself kissing him gently for the second time that day, found myself losing all my promises.

We broke apart quickly and I was about to apologize when his lips crashed against mine. I took a sharp intake of breath at the gesture. I twined my fingers together behind his neck and stood on my tiptoes. Dean pulled on the beltloops of my jeans and pulled me closer, our bodies practically melded together.

He broke the kiss, looking into my eyes. "I promise I won't let anything ever happen to you." I nearly swooned at the serious look in his eyes. "Or the twins." He added thoguhtfully. My heart skipped a beat. "I don't care whose they are, I won't let them go. I won't let you go." I closed my eyes and felt a throbbing in my head.

Dean just wasn't naturally this romantic. It wasn't in his nature. And now he was talking about my kids? HIS kids? Oh my gosh.. He didn't know about the kids! My eyes shot open. "What?!" DEan asked me in an alarmed voice.

I attempted to swallow the lump in my throat. "They're yours."