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

The Complicated Tale of the Winchester brothers

"Okay... okay, so you've both died multiple times been to hell, purgatory and heaven,
you started hunting because your dad picked it up after your mom burnt on the ceiling of your nursery," I said pointing at Sam. "-but then she was brought back by the darkness, who is Amara who is gods sister. You have or had demon blood in your system which made you psychic, compelled you to kill Lilith and start the apocalypse which you then ended - thanks for that by the way - and it just so happens that out of the thousands of brothers there are on this earth, you two are the true vessels of the archangels Micheal and Lucifer?" After I finished I held my pinkie nail between my teeth.

"How do you keep coming back to life?" I asked absentmindedly.

"When Sammy died I sold my soul-"

"-and when he died Castiel got him out of hell. He also got me out of hell but then I was walking around soulless for a year. Then I had lucifer in my head."

"Then I got the mark of Caine on my arm and it turned me into a demon after, Metatron killed me." Dean said, absentmindedly stroking his forearm.

"But not before you got trapped in purgatory. Then Rowena got the mark off him but as a result Amara was released... and you know the rest." I stared speechlessly between them, my pulse quickening. As the quietness roared louder in my ears I realised I was breathing very irregularly. Dean pursed his lips together.

"Are you freaking out." He asked quietly. I shook my head automatically.

"A little bit. Yes." Suddenly it all made sense, and the glass shielding my eyes melted away. And they looked like brothers. Two tough and tired looking brothers who would do anything for each other. They may have been sitting on either side of the table though the space between them was non existent. And it all made perfect sense. What Dean had said, ow he'd been acting - Sam's little talk. They had both lost so much that they almost expected to loose each other. And it terrified them. They weren't protective, they were dependant of each other. Feeling my eyes grow hot I looked up to the ceiling.

"That must have been... awful. I'm so sorry you had to go through that." I said, my voice wavering. I bit my lip, trying to stop it from quivering though it made no difference. The tears I held spilt over and suddenly I was sobbing uncontrollably. Unable to look at them I just covered my eyes with my left hand, the other held up to keep them away.
"Just - give me a minute." I muttered between ragged breaths, wiping my cheeks as the tears rapidly streaked my face.

"Hey. We're ok now. Look at us." Dean said, his voice soft. I looked up, but it only main the tightness in my chest worst. Combing my hair behind my ears I stood up abruptly.

"I'm a ball of hormones - please just give me a minute." I said, knowing full well that though I was sobbing, I was still holding back waves of sadness. With a nod I walked off and found myself in my room, my hand over my mouth. It felt awesome not begging about to control my emotions. And they probably thought I was a mess. Sitting on my bed I folded my legs under me and wiped my eyes on my sleeve. How was I supposed to stop crying after finding out all of that? Their abusive father who didn't care about his kids and was hellbent on hunting rather than giving them a childhood. No wonder Bobby considered them his boys. When there were knocks at the door I put, what I hoped was, a smile on my face.

"I'm f-fine. I just found it a little awkward, you were watching me cry." I said, clearing my throat. Dean walked in and sat on the edge of my new bed, putting a hand on my knee.

"Did I scare you off?" He asked silently. I shook my head, suddenly very interested I. A loose thread I found.

"I keep telling you this - I'm a hunter. I do not scare easy." I said, speaking deliberately slowly.

"That's not what I was talking about." He said, crossing his arms over his chest. I pulled my knees up and wrapped my arms around them.

"You're afraid that because of what you've gone through, I won't want you as a father to our child?" I said bluntly, finally looking up at him, knowing he was seeing puffy eyes and a pink nose. "From what you said, it sounds like you practically raised your brother. And I think that you'll be a good dad for what it's worth, though you're clearly full of doubt. What you went through was... overwhelming to hear - god knows how you lived through all that."

"Not without a few bruises." He said with a smile that didn't touch his eyes.

"Maybe that wasn't the only reason for my crying. I just keep thinking about Jody." I said, stopping my thought process before the water works started up again.

"I was watching earlier. You guys seemed pretty good to me."

"When she gave me her phone I couldn't help but think that I didn't need her anymore. When I was a baby I did. When I was a teenager I did but now... I'm grown. And I don't know her and... I'm not her daughter. And she's not my mom. I'm glad we made up. I just think that my time of needing her is gone. And then I have to remind myself not to push people away. It's what I do best when I've been alone for so long." Dean frowned.

"Of course you don't need her. You've survived twenty nine years without her. I think what you should be asking yourself instead is, do you want her in your life?" I blinked slowly. Yes. I could honestly say that I wanted to get to know her. What her favourite colour was, how she'd gotten where she is now as a person... to hear about her childhood. There was more than enough space for her in my life. This time I took his hand and held it tightly.

"So you're not just a pretty face?"

"Don't objectify me... but thank you." He said in mock anger. I giggled slightly, rolling my eyes and sighing.

"Someday, I will make it through the whole day without crying I promise." I said absentmindedly, feeling my eyes getting sore.

"It's okay if you want to cry. There's nothing wrong with crying." He said winking. I smiled at him, wondering how this man was single and if I could keep him. "Now, I believe we were about to watch Orange is the new Black?" He asked, sliding himself next to me. Picking up my laptop from the night stand next to him he opened it up and typed in Netflix. My smile widened as i looked up at his face and felt my own warm as I placed my head in his shoulder.