Dean's Cowgirl /✔

Chapter Thirty-Six

i stepped down the stared carefully, trying -and failing- to see over my belly. i carefully felt each stair with my foot before planting it firmly on it, making sure i don't step on anything. i was due in two weeks, and because babies can come early or late, i was staying home and Cory was running the tattoo shop for me. occasionally, I'd stop in and make sure they had enough ink and such but every time, Cory assured me he had it under control.

he was my partner and I'm not his boss. we're both the bosses, so I'm not sure why i acted otherwise. Sam was staying for a few weeks, taking a break and healing from a broken arm, dislocated shoulder, and severed shoulder. a large, thick pole had been pushed through his shoulder, and his shoulder dislocated at the same time, making it worse. normally, he would just push through it, but since he had somewhere to stay while he healed, and he had been wanting to stay here for a week or two, he just took advantage of it.

so he was helping me around the house, only he wasn't here to help me at the moment, so i had to manage on my own.  i made it to the bottom step and sighed. i didn't fall. i walked into the kitchen and my foot slipped on some spilled water. my hand shot out to grab the table and stop my fall. my belly was at an awkward angle and i couldn't pull myself up. shit.

"Sam!" i called, holding onto the table for dear life.

"what?" he called back.

"Saaaaaaaaamm!!" i squealed loudly. i then heard the thunder as he made his way down the stairs.

"ya, what's u- holey shit!" he said, running over to me. he grabbed my underarms and hauled me up, using his huge Sammy strength. I looked at him grateful, then walked over to get a towel.

Sam watched as I squatted to clean up the water. I couldn't bend over anymore, but squats are good for me anyway. I pushed myself up and walked to the laundry room, on the other side of the kitchen. I dropped it in the bin and then went back into the kitchen, my original destination.

I grabbed a bag of chips, a mason jar of sweet ice tea, and a small bag of chocolate. Sam shook his head as I sat down my snacks on the counter and began eating. I made a small gasp and went back to the cupboard and got a can of black olives. it was a family thing. my entire family on my dad's side loves olives. Sam had some chips and a little chocolate as he watched me eat the whole can of olives.

the doorbell rang and Sam followed me to the front door. I opened it and there stood the UPS man with a large box.

"hi, I need you to sign." he said. I smiled and took the thing to sign on. the man looked at my belly and then at Sam.

"you two expecting soon?" I looked up and blinked.

"no, I'm with his brother. he's just here for a few days, helping me around the house while my husband's at work." the man made an o with his lips and nodded.

"well, have a good day ma'am." he tipped his hat and I nodded. I tried to grab the box, but it was awkward. it wasn't too heavy, maybe about twenty pounds, but it was big and awkward. Sam sighed and picked it up.

"where do you want it?"

"my office." he nodded and started up the stairs. I followed slower and entered my office. I grabbed a pocket knife off my shelf and opened it. there sat my new art pad. I lifted it out of the box, which was mostly packaging. the art pad itself wasn't all that big. it was maybe the size of a desktop computer. I set it on a spot I had cleared off on the counter and plugged it in.

"what is it?" Sam asked, his eyebrows knit together. I gaped at him.

"i'll show you." I said, turning it on. I began to draw on it, making a cartoon version of Sam and Dean with Castiel on Dean's side and Ruby on Sam's. I looked at him and he grinned.

"can I try?"

"sure." I chuckled. "don't break it though." he nodded and opened a new page and began to draw. he wasn't a very good artist, but he was better than I thought he'd be.

we left my office laughing at all the funny and random things we had drawn and then erased on my new art pad. I stepped over to the stairs and Sam held out his hand. the stairs didn't have any railing I could hold on to because it was an old house and we hadn't worked on that part yet. I gripped Sam's hand and slowly went down the stairs, still cautious of what was or wasn't under my feet.

Sam didn't protest, and just went with me, slowly stepping down the stairs. we got to the bottom and I didn't let go of his hand, trying to regain my balance. I then headed into the kitchen to grab a broom and start sweeping. Sam attempted to take it from me and do it himself, but I wouldn't let him.

"no. I'm going to sweep." I heard myself growled. he held up his hands in surrender and backed up. I swept the kitchen floor then started on the living room and dining room floors. I finished sweeping and then grabbed a bucket of water and a mop. I started mopping the floor and then glanced at Sam's worried expression.

"what?" I asked.

"you hate cleaning." he pointed out. I held the mop's handle an arm's length away from me and studied it.

"you're right. what the fuck am I doing?" but I continued to mop the floor, humming I'm a believer by smashmouth.

I finished mopping and then I stood there looking at the shiny floor, proud of my work. I smiled and looked at Sam who looked amused. we stared at each other as the coo-coo clock chimed for four o clock.

suddenly I cried out, clutching my stomach. Sam's eyes widened and I grinned.

"call my mama and Dean." I said. he nodded and ran for the phone. I followed my instinct, just as my mama had always told me was best and walked upstairs to my and Dean's bedroom. I turned on the bathtub and stripped to my bra and underwear, knowing Sam was still here. I didn't want him to see me naked. I'm not sure why it was a big deal since I was in labor, but it mattered to me.

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