The Angel, The Hunter and The Nephilim (Destiel x Daughter)

33. More Winchesters

Leah wakes up the next morning and opens her eyes just to question her surroundings, for one moment forgetting what's going on with her life. Just one short moment where she recognizes a bedroom where she's spent many nights with her uncle, having read her bedtime stories. Something familiar that gives her a second of peace.
Then it comes back to her; she lied to Dean about where she was going last night, and Sam came to pick her up, because she's older now, she's pregnant and she can't bring herself to tell her overbearing dads.
Madison had made supper the night before and told the skinny Leah to eat,
"for the baby's sake", and she and Sam promised their niece that they would bring her to an obstetrician the next day.
Leah stretches and strokes her stomach and thinks about Dean and Castiel. How are they going to react? How is her life gonna turn out this time? Today she's gonna find out how far along she is, and maybe even what sex the baby is. There's a pit in her stomach, she's nervous, and nauseous...
Very nauseous.
Her eyes widen in realization and she gets up from bed as quick as she can and heads for the door, just in time to see a bucket beside her bed that Sam put there last night, in case she woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't make it to the bathroom in time.
Lightheaded from getting up too quick, and for once battling morning sickness, she falls to her knees and hurls, hearing quick footsteps in the hallway outside.
The door opens a second later to reveal her uncle walking in. He kneels by her side and starts softly rubbing her back, holding her hair out of her face while she throws up in front of him.
"Do you want me to get you some paper towels?" he asks calmly and she nods over the bucket, reaching for a hair tie on her wrist and putting her hair up in a bun before she retches again. Sam returns a moment later and hands her the towels, grabbing a tall glass of ice cold water he put on her night stand last night. Leah takes the towels and sits back with her back against the side of the bed. She's sweating profusely. Sam smiles sorrily.
"You're not feeling too good today, I see," he says and holds the back of his hand to her forehead. "Yeah, you're a bit warm. Is your head aching? I can get you a painkiller. Are you hungry?"
Leah sighs internally but smiles a little. The Winchester brothers are a lot alike in that caring way. But he's definitely a lot less intrusive and overbearing than her father is.
"I have a bit of a headache but it's not that bad. And no, I'm not hungry, I'm still very-" she stops herself and reaches back over the bucket. Sam sighs and strokes her back.
"It's okay. We're gonna go to the doctor soon. Just rest for a little bit." He helps her back up into bed, placing the bucket on her lap and drapes a blanket over her shoulders, handing her the glass of water.
"I'll be right back," he says and leaves the room momentarily. Leah leans her head back against the wall and closes her eyes for a second, then reaches over for her phone to check what time it is.
The next moment is one of absolute terror, unlocking her phone to see over twenty missed calls altogether from Dean and Cas, and a ton of unread texts. She's scrolling down her call list in panic. At least ten voice messages. She turned her phone tracking off last night, to make sure they wouldn't find out where she was so they could barge down the door to find out what the new crisis was.
Sam reenters the room with a cold, wet towel to place on her forehead in the midst of her mute freakout. Her uncle frowns as he sits down on the side of her bed and is about to wipe her forehead with the cloth when he sees the look on her face.
"What's wrong?"
Leah just shows him the call list, and he throws it a glance, then taking a second for it to sink in. He drops the cloth in realization.
"Oh no, I forgot to call Dean last night. He's gonna have my head on a stake!"
"Don't call him," Leah begs, eyes wide, knowing the situation is gonna be so much worse for her if she waits, but something else is more important right now.
Sam turns and looks at her with a concerned look on his face. He shakes his head in confusion.
"What, why?"
The young girl grabs the cloth and puts it beside the glass of water on the night stand.
"I wanna go to the doctor's first and have everything confirmed before I tell them. Please wait until we're done there before you call him?"
Sam stares at her for a while, wondering if there's another reason why she doesn't want Dean to know, but he lets it go, seeing as she's already stressed out enough as it is.
"Okay, I'll wait. But he's probably gonna kill us both," he says jokingly, but when he sees the look on her face, he promises that he'll take the brunt of his brother's reaction. "Madison is bedridden today, so she'll stay home, but we have an appointment in half an hour. Can you be ready then?"
"I'm ready now, I just have to get dressed. Let's just get this over with."

Leah has never been more nervous in her life. She thought that getting more bad news about something that was already bad wouldn't seem like the end of the world for some reason. And she thought that maybe after getting checked out and seeing the situation in black and white would make telling her parents easier. But no, that was too much to hope for.
She's laying on a padded bench in the obstetrician's office with her stomach bare, a doctor standing beside her with the ultrasound wand in her hand and Sam sitting in a chair next to her on the opposite side, holding her hand, telling her she'll be okay. She's sobbing. It can't be right. This can't be happening.
It's twins.
The fifteen year old's eyes are fixed at the screen, observing the two small, very active beings growing inside of her, praying to something, anything, that she's just seeing things. The tears are running down the sides of her face, and the obstetrician is sending her worried glances. Sam realizes that there's no getting through to his niece, so he picks up his phone and dials his brother's number, getting up off his chair.
"I'm calling Dean and Cas now," he says, and when Leah cries out for him not to, he tells her it's for the best and that they need to know, they need to know now.
"Doc, can you look after her for five minutes?" he asks, pressing the call button on his phone. She nods back to him, and he thanks her, then walks out into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
"Sam? Oh, thank god, you finally answered your phone. We can't get a hold of Leah. She went out last night and said she'd be an hour, but she never came home and it's noon," his older brother rants into the phone without even giving Sam the chance to say hi.
"The police are here and they have patrol cars out looking for her and we haven't slept all night."
"I'm sorry I didn't call sooner," Sam replies and sighs, knowing he should have done this so much earlier, but didn't on account of his niece. "Call off the search. Leah is here with me."
It becomes obvious to Sam that he's on speakerphone, because Cas comes barging into the room Dean is in, having heard that his daughter is safe and accounted for.
"You found her?" he cries.
"I was the one who came to pick Leah up last night," he explains calmly. "She was panicked about something that she said only I could help with. I let her sleep over. She hasn't been in the best state."
"What do you mean, what happened?" Dean asks, and Sam can hear that he's upset and worried, so pretty much business as usual.
"Is she okay? Please tell me she's okay."
"She just felt really alone and just messed up," Sam replies.
"She wasn't alone, she's never alone," Cas protests. "Where are you? Are you home? Is she okay?"
"Guys, calm the hell down for a second, okay? Can I just say something before I tell you? Leah needs stability. Now, I'm not saying that getting possessed by a demon was your fault, Cas. I'm just asking you two to calm down a little bit. Let Leah take it in her own time. Don't try to fix everything at once, because you really can't. She ran away last night because she has a problem and she can't talk about it to you two because she struggles with trust issues at the moment. I think you guys can understand why, given recent events."
"What are you even talking about, Sam? Tell us where you are, I need to see my daughter," Dean claims. "I knew I shouldn't have let her go out last night."
"It was probably for the best, Dean. We're at the hospital. Leah is pregnant."
Maybe the line went dead. Sam even considers that maybe someone hit a button on accident to end the call, and they were gonna call back in the next second. Or maybe the world just stopped spinning. But the line is still open when he checks his phone. Leah's parents just went eerily quiet.
"She's what?" Dean asks, and his little brother can hear the storm brewing in Dean's calm voice.
"You two need to just get here, okay? She needs you, I can tell. She's pregnant and she's terrified and she needs her dads here. It's worse than you imagine," he says and peeks into the room where Leah is laying, through a window in the hallway. The obstetrician is trying to make her laugh, but it just makes her more upset.
"Sioux Falls General, Room 433. Be civil about it for Leah's sake," he whispers to his brother before he hangs up and hurries back into the room to support the panicked teenager.

Ten minutes later someone knocks on the door and a nurse enters, talking about two stressed out dads asking to see their daughter who's having an ultrasound. Sam, still in his chair beside Leah, holding her hand, throws his niece a quick glance. She looks absolutely petrified when she meets his eyes, not looking forward to this in the slightest. She knows Sam gave them the broad strokes of the situation, and that they're missing the most important aspects of the story, and that's something she's gotta tell them herself.
Leah takes a deep, shaky breath, closing her eyes for a second to calm down, then nods at her uncle, who nods to the nurse. The young lady turns back around, telling them to enter.
The door isn't broad enough for both men to bust through at the exact same time, but they make it work, walking up to their child in the chair, trying to seem calm and collected, like Sam had asked them to be for her sake. He's already gotten off his chair to give his brother's family some space.
"I was so worried about you, kiddo," Dean says, stroking the hair out of her face. Thinking something bad is coming later because he's so composed now, she stares up at him with fear shining from her eyes.
"I'm so sorry, dad, I shouldn't have run away again, I worried you so much and I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was pregnant, and I'm sorry that all of this is happening," she breathes and then sobs. Dean carefully cups Leah's face in his hands and kisses her forehead.
"Leah, calm down, okay? It'll be okay. We're here. Me, Cas, Sam, Madison, we're here, okay? You'll be fine."
"Dean," Cas says, having momentarily forgotten about the worry and sleeplessness they've gone through all night. Like his daughters' were earlier, his eyes are now fixated on the obstetrician's screen, and he nudges his husband's side. Dean follows Cas' finger to see the moving images of his two incoming grandchildren that he didn't know about until right this moment.
He exchanges looks with his husband. Twins. This whole thing just got a whole lot harder to deal with.
"I'm finishing up here now," the obstetrician says and throws the men a quick look before she looks at Leah. "Do you want a picture?"
Leah is rendered speechless again for the hundredth time in just an hour. A picture, of those two small things living inside her womb? The possibly worst things that could have ever happened to her?
She slowly looks from Cas to Dean and then back at the woman.
"Sure," she whispers and nods slightly.
Dean breathes out as the lady snaps the photo and stops the machine before she asks the dads to step away so she can clean the gel off Leah's stomach with paper towels. Cas and Sam are about to grab Leah's arms to help her safely off the bench, but she brushes them both off, getting down on her own, feeling this nasty pit in her stomach grow even bigger and bigger at the prospect of explaining all of this to her parents. She doesn't even know where to start.
At last, before they leave, the obstetrician approaches Leah and puts a hand on her shoulder.
"I know this is a rough time for you, but know that everything is going to be okay. There are people in your corner," she says with a sad smile.
Leah is still in shock. She doesn't know this time. Dean is standing in the door waiting for her with a calming half smile, stretching out his hand for her to hold as a comfort. She just mutely follows her family back down to the car without a word.