The Father of My Twins (Dean Winchester Love Story)

Chapter 14

Vanessa's POV

The next morning, I was still pretty smashed. I had no memory of anything at all, and I was NOT enjoying it. "I did not," my jaw dropped, as well as Dean's. Sam nodded and laughed. "Yeah, you did." He said, seeming like he found this amusing.

"Oh. My. God." I groaned and hid my face behind my hands. Everything was still blurry and I was slurring alot, so I didn't say much. I honestly wasn't in the mood for joking, or bickering, or provoking. Dean, unfortunantly, didn't pick up on that.

"I told you you shouldn't have come." I gave him a disgusted look. Sam's eyebrows shot up as Dean raised a beer to his lips; even at only 9 'o' clock in the morning. "She doesn't like that." Sam said loudly. Dean glared at him, still hung over.

"You don't know ANYTHING about her!" He growled, which made me open my mouth in suprise. "As if you know anything about me," I snarled, shoving him back. "Right," He retorted. I admit, I wasn't expecting what he said next.

"Your full name is Vanessa Elizabeth Martz. Your mother was Rachel Ann Martz, she died in 2001. Your father was Vincent Micheal Martz, he died in 2009. Your favorite color is red, you never got your G.E.D." I gaped at him, not beleieving that he knew that.

But Dean wasn't done. "You joined the marines illegally at age 17, that was why you dropped out of high school. Then, when you were just 18, you got taken out of the military. Because you lost your leg in an explosion." I swallowed, my fingers going to my fake leg by habit.

"You got accepted into a famous art college, but declined. You always wanted to be an actress." He finished, looking infuriated. He made his way to his bedroom and held the door open.

"I can't believe you don't think I listen." Dean slammed the door and left me to stare at it. Sam cleared his throat. "I'm guessing he got all of that right?" I slowly nodded. "Wow." He laughed in disbelief.

"I can't believe he remembered all of that."

[Big] Dean's POV

Well crap. I plopped down on the bed, unable to think. I held my head in my hands, trying to concentrate. I actually thought about going back out, but I decided not to. Not right away, anyways. Vanessa was probably pissed.

I can't believe I remembered all of that. I had been with her for a weekend, and I'd picked up all of that? And remembered it?! I knew Vanessa's leg had been a sore subject, I'd asked her once and all she told me was, "It was in the military. An explosion." And that had been all.

"Oh God," I groaned, tapping my fingers on my knee. I could practically hear her screaming at me.. And I'd said it right in front of Sam!

After about an hour of moping and thinking, I finally left my room quietly. I tried not to make any noise, just tip toed out. I saw Sam sitting at the table, typing away on his laptop as usual.

Then I looked at the stove, where I saw Vanessa.. singing. Actually SINGING. Like she used to whenever she cooked. She'd just turn on the radio and sing out if she knew it.

"If you're going throught hell,

keep on going,

don't slow down,

if you're scared don't show it,

you might get out,

'for the Devil even knows you're there.

Yeah if you're going through hell,

keep on moving,

face that fire,

walk right through it,

you might get out,

'for the Devil even knows you're there."

I smirked, wondering where she had learned the lyrics. She went through another verse, kept on singing until the song was over. And Sam didn't even mind. I shook my head, laughing. Vanessa's head snapped in my direction and she smiled.

Crap. "Hey!" She chirped, forgetting about whatever she was cooking. She ran over to me and hugged me. What the hell? I furrowed my eyebrows, more confused than ever. "Why were you in your room so long?" She asked me innocently.

"Oh, uh.. I thought.. Nevermind." I chuckled, and she nodded. "Okie dokie." She replied, something she used to say all of the time when she didn't understand. How I also remembered that, I don't know.

Vanessa's POV

"Vanessa, whatever you're attempting to cook is burning." Dean said after a while. I spun around and ran to what was supposed to be a grilled cheese sandwich. "Dammit." I said after I threw it away. I never was a good cook, Dean and Deanna relied on canned soup and Ramen noodles to survive. 

"How about we go out for breakfast," Sam laughed, making me turn to him. "That's a good idea," I said, nodding my head. "And lunch." Dean added, staring at the rock hard, black thing in the garbage can that I had originally planned to eat.

I covered the space between us and playfully punched his arm. "I suppose all I'm supposed to be good for is making sandwiches, and I've failed at that." I rocked on my heels, looking up at him. "Don't worry, I have a way for you to make up for it." He answered cockily.

I raised my eyebrows. "Oh really?" I asked. He nodded his head. "Mhm," Dean bent down and kissed me quickly. I wrinkled my nose at him and he winked. "I'll just have to try that, then!" He shot me a crooked smile and I beamed at him.

"At least I'm good at something!!"

*****

It sucks, doesn't it? Well, I need all of your opinions. Enough action? Romance? Should we take it up a notch? (R-rated ;D) Tell me guys, otherwise I won't know what ya'll want!! Did you like the part about Vanessa's leg? Quite a suprise, I think. DIdn't expect it, did ya? ;)

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~Liz