Don't Blink by the--blackdahlia (John Winchester X Reader)

Chapter 10

1982

 

John had picked up (Y/n) over an hour later. She had almost bailed on him, heading over to Missouri’s house until he just gave up, but she couldn’t do that to him. She couldn’t hurt him again. So she let him take her to lunch.

“I’ll have a beer.” John told the waitress. He looked at (Y/n) with wide eyes. “Shit, I’m sorry. Do you want me to change my order?”

“You can drink a beer John.” (Y/n) explained. The waitress left to bring them their drinks. John kept watching (Y/n), who was staring down at her menu. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. And she knew this. She couldn’t look up at him right now because she knew that she would start crying the moment she did.

“(Y/n)…” John whispered softly. She knew there was no avoiding the sound of that voice. She slowly looked up at him. “You weren’t going to tell me, were you?” He asked. There was no anger in his voice. Just pain.

“No…” (Y/n) admitted. She had been hoping that she could avoid him and get out of the 80’s. Maybe if the angels didn’t know that John Winchester had another bastard child in the world, she could keep him or her safe. And if John didn’t know, then the demons and angels couldn’t know, right?

He reached out and gently put his hand on top of hers. He didn’t want to scare her off. He didn’t want her to disappear on him again. Or if she did, he wanted to take Dean and go with her.

“Do you know the gender yet?” He asked. (Y/n) shook her head.

“No. I’m only about a month along.” (Y/n) explained. “I don’t even have a doctor.” John’s eyes widened.

“We’re taking you to a doctor.” He said. “Mary had high blood pressure when she was pregnant with Dean. I just want to make sure that you two are okay…” (Y/n) couldn’t help but smile at how protective John was. It made her think of the stories Dean and Sam told her about the grumpy old hunter. She never had officially met him. She had seen him once in passing before she showed up at the hospital to find out he had died. But what John said next brought her out of her memories.

“Because I love you.”

(Y/n) stared at John, unsure of what to say. It was impossible. John couldn’t be in love with her. He had to be in love with Mary. That’s what the angels told Dean. That John and Mary Winchester’s love was written in the heavens.

“But…you and Mary…”

“We don’t love each other.” John explained. “If I didn’t love Dean so much, I probably would’ve left by now. I’m not my father, I’m not going to just abandon my child like that.” (Y/n) stared at John.

“John?” (Y/n) said softly. “I love you too.”

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A few months had gone by. John accompanied (Y/n) to doctor’s appointments and hugged her tightly when the doctor told them they were having a little boy. Mary hadn’t been happy about all of this in the least, but had come up with a plan that broke (Y/n)’s heart some.

Mary and John would take the boy after he was born and raise him as their own.

Of course, (Y/n) wanted to keep her son with her, but she knew that she couldn’t very well stay in the 80’s. She had to get back to her time and helping the boys stop the Apocalypse. But it was Christmas Eve and she was currently living in the guest room at the Winchester’s home, much to John and Missouri’s pushing.

“You look amazing.” John said as he watched (Y/n) rub at her belly through that t-shirt. Mary and Dean were both in bed. John was supposed to set out the presents from Santa, which he had already done. Mary knew that there was no keeping John away from (Y/n), so she had pretty much given up.

“John, you’re just saying that because I’m half naked.” (Y/n) laughed. John shook his head and took a Polaroid from a junk drawer on a desk in the room. He raised it and snapped a picture of (Y/n). He took a pen and wrote on the back of the picture before smiling. “John, it’s only ’82.”

“Well, our son is due in ’83 and it’s almost New Years.” He laughed. (Y/n) smiled and kissed him gently.

“You better get to Mary.” (Y/n) said. “Dean’s gonna be waking the two of you up soon to open presents.”

“I wanna stay here.” John pouted. (Y/n) kissed him again.

“Tomorrow night you can unwrap your present.” She whispered in his ear. She could feel him shiver with excitement. John gave her one last kiss before heading down to Mary and his bedroom. (Y/n) sighed softly. How did things become this crazy? How was she destroying what she thought had been a perfect marriage. If Dean and Sam found out the truth, they would probably kill her. John was a man so in love with Mary Winchester that he set out on a one man vendetta against the thing that killed her.

(Y/n) stared in the mirror, rubbing at her swollen belly. Mary was supposed to be pregnant too, but she didn’t think she was. Sam was supposed to be born May 2nd, and (Y/n) was pretty sure that he wasn’t premature. Suddenly, things started to click together. (Y/n) as due late April or early May. She was having a boy. Mary wasn’t pregnant yet….

Her eyes widened as she realized this wasn’t just some bastard child in her like Adam.

She was pregnant with Sam.

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Present

 

“I’m so done with angels!” Dean screamed out. “Cas, get your feathery ass back here!”

“I’m afraid he can’t do that right now.” Zachariah laughed as he stood off to the side of the room. Dean glared the angel down.

“And why the hell not?” Dean asked. Zachariah shrugged.

“He had things to do.” HE told the hunter. “Things involving your brother.”

‘Leave Sam alone.” Dean said. Zachariah laughed.

“Not that brother Dean.” Zachariah said, shaking his head.

“Adam’s dead.” Dean told him. Zachariah snapped his fingers and Cas appeared, a slightly familiar blond boy at his side. “Adam?”

“We brought him back so you guys could have a lovely family reunion.” Zachariah laughed. “Those things that the Doctor brought here are fixing a timeline that we created, so we think all of you deserve the truth. Might make saying yes a little easier.” Sam walked in as Zachariah disappeared. Cas stood there, holding Adam.

“Adam!” Sam walked over towards him. Adam pulled back from the angel and the hunter slightly.

“Where’s my mom?” He asked. “Bring her back.”

“Dude, she got ate by ghouls.” Dean said. Cas sighed.

“Adam, your mother is not dead.” Cas explained. They all three looked at the angel.

“What? But we saw her.” Dean said. Cas shook his head.

“Sam and Adam’s mother is very much alive.” He realized what he had said after the fact. His eyes widened as Dean’s narrowed.

“Sam’s mom is Mary Winchester.” Dean said. Cas sighed and shook his head.

“Mary Winchester is not Sam’s biological mother.”