| Chapter Two
*This story runs during the equivalent of Season 3, with some skewing of timelines and information, as it is an Alternate Universe, based on the events of the television series. Canon parts are worked in with my own.
The news of Honey's pregnancy went over with mixed results. After the initial fury at her decision to be an unwed mother, Matthew was admittedly grateful it was at least a Bob-White that was the father of her baby. He was angrier with Honey for refusing to marry Dan. He adored Dan, and while he had hadn’t expected the two of them to get together, he knew Dan would take care of his daughter and grandchild.
The other Bob-Whites were startled at first, with a lot of dropped jaws, then there was some joy over the first Bob-White baby. Jim admitted to Dan he wasn’t happy about Dan getting his sister pregnant, but at least he tried to do the right thing. Brian was stunned. While he and Honey had grown apart years before and he was happily married to Di’s younger sister Meg, he still had a soft spot in his heart for her.
Trixie and Dan fussed about her pregnancy care, following every order to the letter. Matthew of course, insisted on the top obstetrician in the state. Honey wanted a natural birth in a homey atmosphere.
Trixie was concerned that labor would be difficult, Honey was so slender and Sam easily topped six foot four with very solid, broad shoulders. Honey wasn’t worried though. She didn’t mind the swollen ankles, and the morning sickness stopped as her fourth month started. The backaches were murder though and both Trixie and Dan spent many hours rubbing her back to relieve the pain.
The extra room that had been the girls office in the apartment was redone in soft pastels and fluffy animals for the baby. The Bob-Whites insisted on helping paint decorate and Di, who had married Jim a couple years before, was eager to throw her a shower. The boys got busy making hand carved furniture for what they called “their Bob-White baby”.
As she grew bigger, Honey’s thoughts turned to Sam. They spoke about every two weeks. He sounded tired a lot of the time when they talked, but he always returned her calls. He was the soft spoken one of the brothers, but his voice always made her feel warm and safe. They talked about everything under the sun, but Honey never told him about the baby. He would tell her about their latest cases, what they had tracked recently. Honey would be reclining in her chair, her hand resting on her growing abdomen as she listened to him. She would tell him about the agency’s latest cases, but never let on that she was on paperwork duty only.
Her pregnancy was textbook, and her weight gain on target.
Dan doted on her and the baby, fastidiously reading everything he could get his hands on about pregnancy and childbirth. He attended Lamaze classes with her as well, determined to see this through and be the best father he could.
***
Honey had been agitated for two days, unable to get comfortable and short tempered. She was due any day now and she was ready to get this kid out. The baby was very active, and privately joked to her child that he or she was already training to be a Hunter with the kicking.
Shifting position in the recliner, she wondered idly what Sam was doing, and for the umpeteenth time, wished he was here.
Trixie had run out to the store when Honey suddenly felt the wetness between her legs. Looking down she realized her water had broken. Struggling to her feet, she was aghast to see red spreading through her pale blue slacks. Pain was spreading up through her womb, and she dropped back on the recliner.
“Oh God,” she whispered. There shouldn’t be blood, she thought, reaching for the phone to dial 911.
Trixie arrived as the paramedics were loading Honey onto a stretcher.
“What happened?” she demanded.
“I’m bleeding, Trix,” Honey was near hysteria. “I shouldn’t be bleeding!”
Trixie gripped her hand as the paramedics strapped her down. “I’m right here with you, Honey. I’ll call Dan.”
As they left the apartment, Honey’s cell phone began to ring. Had she seen it, she would have realized it was Sam calling.
***
Sam ended the call, frowning.
“What’s wrong?” Dean walked out of the gas station with a soda in hand, a candy bar in the other..
“Honey’s not answering her phone,” Sam answered.
“So? She’s probably working,” Dan handed Sam a bag of chips.
“No. Something’s wrong,” he said thoughtfully.
“Sam, I know you miss her, but come on. She’s got a life. She probably met someone months ago,” Dean said gently. “Let her go. You know that trying to keep a relationship with anyone while we’re on the road never works out.”
“We’re an hour from White Plains,” Sam answered.
“Sammy,” Dean rested his clasped hands on top of his ’67 Chevy Impala, “listen. I-”
His phone rang, interrupting him. He looked at the number and frowned. “It’s Trixie.”
“Something’s happened,” Sam muttered, coming around the side of the car as Dean answered.
“Slow down Trixie,” Dean said. “What? Hang on.” he held the phone to Sam. “She wants to talk to you.”
Sam grabbed the phone. “Trixie? What’s happened? Is Honey okay?”
“Sam, listen to me,” Trixie spoke calmly. “I need you up here. In White Plains. As soon as you can get here.”
“I’ve been trying to call Honey, we’re about an hour away—”
“Sam, get here. We need you. Now listen. When you hit White Plains, call me. I’ll give you directions to the hospital.”
“Hospital?” Sam demanded. Dean paused, his soda bottle halfway to his mouth. “All right. We’re on our way.”
He hung up and handed the phone to Dean, who slipped it in his pocket without question.
“Let’s roll,” the older Winchester said.
***
Dan stood outside the hospital entrance, waiting. He saw the shiny black ’67 Impala Trixie had described pull into the parking lot. Moments later there were two men around his own age approaching quickly. Sam was the taller one, he knew that. A nice looking young man with hazel green eyes and shaggy, dark brown hair that needed to be cut, slightly taller than Dan himself. A baggy, faded jacket covered his lean frame.
Dan recognized Dean as trouble, even if Trixie hadn’t told Dan all about him. The man was confident, cocky and focused, not unlike Dan. Around six foot one, muscled, short, spiky brown hair and intense green eyes. He radiated authority. Dan could immediately see how Trixie had fallen for this guy, whether she’d admit it or not.
“Sam,” he spoke the name sharply as the brothers hurried for the entrance. They stopped and looked at him.
“You Dan?” Dean asked, moving forward first. Dan recognized it as a protective move of his brother.
“Yeah. Dan Mangan.”
“I’m Dean, this is Sam.”
Without warning, Dan sidestepped Dean and swung, his fist knocking into Sam’s jaw and sending him backwards. Dean rushed Dan but Dan grabbed the young man and shoved him out of the way, months of pent of fury unleashing.
“That’s for getting my best friend pregnant!” he snapped.
Sam regained his balance, rubbing his jaw.
“What?” he demanded.
Dean, about to attack Dan again, paused, then turned on Sam.
“You knocked her up? You dumbass!” Dean slapped his brother in the head.
Sam went ashen; his young face suddenly looking even more boyish. “She’s pregnant?” he whispered.
Dan started walking inside, the brothers followed.
“Yes,” Dan said tightly, thrusting scrubs at Sam. “She’s in labor and there are complications. They have both her and the baby stable, but she’s going to deliver soon. That’s the only reason Trixie called you. We’ve told everyone it’s my child, because Honey wanted to protect you from her father. Hurry up and put those on. We’re about the same build; you’ll have to pass for me to get in there. We’ve got a nurse who will help us get you in.”
Sam numbly pulled the scrubs over his clothes, trying to process everything Dan had just said. “But—pregnant? Dan, I’ve talked to her almost every week—she never told me!”
“He just said she was protecting you,” Dean snapped, his green eyes furious. “Protecting us from who?”
“Her father,” Dan answered coldly, his eyes still on Sam. “He’s one of the richest men in the country, and he would hunt you two down like you were the evil demons. Yeah, I know all about you. The girls told me. Don’t worry,” he cut Dean off, “your secret is safe with me. I tried to get her to marry me but she refused. She agreed to tell everyone the baby is mine only to cover for Sam. Trust me; you don’t want her father on your trail.”
“Thanks,” Sam said quietly. “Dan, if I had known, I swear, I would have been here—”
Dean glanced at his brother.
“I know,” Dan said, as the elevator opened. “And that’s what Honey said. That’s exactly why we did what we did. She said your work was too noble to interrupt.”
Stunned silent, Sam followed Dan off the elevator. Dean was shaking his head as he followed.
Dan led down hallways and into the maternity ward to a door.
“Now listen. Her family is out in the waiting room. Dean, stay here for now. After the baby is born, we’ll tell them you’re an old friend who happened to call Trixie and heard about Honey so you came to see how she’s doing. Be prepared to be grilled so keep your story straight. Sam, you can go in there, relieve Trixie. I’ll hang around here in case any of the Bob-Whites decide to try and get back here.”
Dean raised one eyebrow. Usually he gave the orders. Just then a scream of pain came from the room and Sam bolted through the door.
Trixie glanced up from where she held Honey, sitting on the bed behind her, arms around her old friend. Honey’s face was contorted in pain as she screamed again. Trixie grinned at Sam when she recognized him and motioned him over. A nurse and doctor were standing at the end of the table, between Honey’s legs, monitoring.
“Honey, open your eyes,” she coaxed.
“Oh, God, Trixie it hurts,” she moaned, leaning back against Trixie. “Why won’t the baby come?”
“I know it hurts sweetie, but the heartbeat is strong. Now open your eyes. Please. Someone’s here to see you,” she smiled.
Honey forced her eyes open and they widened. “Sam,” she whispered. “You’re here.”
“Hi beautiful,” he reached for her hand and she screamed again. “Of course I’m here.”
She was writhing in agony, her hair wet from sweat and plastered to her head and face.
“Honey, I’m so sorry,” he murmured, cupping her sweaty face. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have been here, I never would have let you go through this alone.”
“I wasn’t alone,” she gasped. “You have work—good work—”
“Miss Wheeler, it’s time. It appears someone is ready to make an appearance and fast. You need to push hard,” the doctor interrupted.
Trixie got up, grateful for the opportunity to stretch, and Sam took her place, wrapping his strong arms around Honey. Gripping his arm she bore down and screamed, feeling the baby coming out.
“One more, just one more,” the doctor coached. Honey pushed again and felt the baby sliding out. Trixie was allowed to the cut the cord as Sam held a weeping Honey, murmuring to her.
A moment later there was the scream of a newborn and the baby was placed in Honey’s arms. Sam and Honey stared at the screaming, birth fluid covered baby.
“Congratulations, you have a daughter,” the doctor beamed.
Sam stared at the tiny creature with a mat of dark hair in Honey’s arms. She looked up at him, smiling through tear filled eyes.
“She’s beautiful,” he whispered. Honey nodded. “Oh Honey, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for you—”
“Shh,” she whispered. “We’ll talk later.”
Sam nodded, staring at the tiny miracle in Honey’s arms.
Trixie slipped out of the room to find Dean and Dan on edge and staring at each other warily. She recognized the testosterone contest at once. Two of her favorite men were ready to fight for the bone.
Dean flashed a grin and swept her into his arms for a long embrace before she could tell Dan about the baby.
Dan rolled his eyes. Dean obviously didn’t know he had nothing to worry about from Dan.
“Hi, stranger,” Trixie murmured when Dean finally let her go.
“Hi, yourself,” his grin suddenly turned into a frown. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
Trixie sighed and held up one finger before turning to Dan. “It’s a girl, just like Honey thought.”
Dan grinned as Dean nodded. “Wow. Sammy as a father. Never thought I’d see the day.”
Dan frowned and his voice was icy. “I’m being listed as the baby’s father and will be raising her.”
Trixie held up her hands to ward off the pissing contest. “Not the time or place, guys. We’ll talk about it later. In the meantime, Dan, you need to deliver the news to the family.”
Dan nodded and strode off towards the waiting room. Dean stepped towards Trixie and drew her to him. Dan watched the pair for a few seconds. There was a strong bond between the two, and obvious affection. Trixie might deny deep feelings for Dean, but Dan knew his old friend too well.
“Why didn’t you call?” Dean asked.
“It’s a long story but bottom line, it was Honey’s choice. She didn’t want to take Sam away from what you guys do; she felt it was too important. She swore us to secrecy.”
“What changed your mind to call us?” he asked.
“When Honey went into labor, she started bleeding. I decided enough was enough. I’m just so glad you guys were nearby.”
Dean nodded.
“Were you planning on coming by or just keep driving?” she asked.
Dean shrugged. “I don’t know. Sam wanted to come.”
“And you?”
Dean brushed back a stray curl from her forehead. How could he begin to tell her what they had been fighting against these last few months? How he was running out of time?
“You look tired,” he commented. She nodded.
“I am. The last few days have been rough. We knew we were down to the wire with the baby and neither Honey nor I have had much sleep.”
Dean pulled her up against his chest, holding her tightly.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she murmured against his heavy leather jacket. He kissed the top of her curly head.
“We would have been here sooner had we known,” he chided her gently.
“Later,” she murmured. She knew he had dodged her question but she knew enough about Dean Winchester that he’d talk when he was ready—which could be never.
“All right,” he agreed, resting his chin on top of her curly head.
A baby changed everything and Dean’s mind had been reeling from Dan’s announcement. They couldn’t take a baby on the road with them, they just couldn’t. John had done that with four year old Dean and baby Sam, but he often left them with trusted friends while he was Hunting. Most of those friends were now dead.
Sam would want to do the honorable thing and marry her. Which meant he’d give up Hunting. Dean knew it was selfish but he wanted his brother on the road with him. Yeah, they argued sometimes, but Sam was all Dean had left. Dean couldn’t leave Sam, because he had to protect Sam as long as he could. And Dean wasn’t the type to settle down; he loved Hunting. It was what he did, what he knew.
The Djinn had shown him what life would have been like if he didn’t Hunt. Too many innocent people would die, too much evil would be rampant in the world. Dean was a Hunter in every sense of the word. He was also a marked man with less than three months to live.
The brothers had a lot to discuss as soon as there was a chance.
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Author’s Notes
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-a big “I call this my Blue Steel”, to Mary, for editing this!
- I doubt there will be backstory on how Brian and Di’s sister, and Jim and Di ended up together. It’s not important to the story, so please don’t ask.
-Some lengthy notes here but they'll fill in some gaps on the Winchester boys!
- Season 2, episode 20, What Is and What Should Never Be involved Dean meeting a Djinn a sort of evil genie, who showed Dean an alternate reality of what life would be like if he wasn’t a hunter. His father was still dead but his mother was alive, he had a hot girlfriend, and Sammy barely acknowledged him. Dean realized the Djinn was slowly killing him, and refused to accept the alternate reality when he realized all the people his family had saved, were dead. This is also the episode they were filming when I met Jared and Jensen and got a picture with the guy playing the Djinn.Wicked cool makeup!
- Season 2, All Hell Breaks Loose parts 1 & 2, Sam was murdered by another ‘psychic kid’ that Azazeal was using to open a gate to Hell (built by Samuel Colt to trap demons and protected by a private railroad- iron bars that demons can’t cross.) Dean made a deal with a Crossroads Demon to bring Sam back to life, in exchange for Dean’s soul. Instead of the standard ten years though, Dean was given one year before his soul would be claimed and he’d go to Hell. Which he did.
- Season 3, episode 3, The Kids Are Alright, Dean encounters a fling from 8 years prior, and her son is a mini-Dean. Lisa insists the boy is not Dean’s but he never quite believes her. In episode 8, Dream a Little Dream, Dean’s dream is revealed to have Lisa and Ben as his family.
- Season 3, episode 10, A Very Supernatural Christmas, we saw via flashback a young Sam reading John’s journal, and asking Dean if it was all true, including the part about their mother. Dean tried to lie to protect his baby bro and keep him innocent, but Sam was smarter than that. Dean admitted it was all true. Sam gave Dean the present he had gotten for their father-the face amulet that Dean always wears and that sits on the home page of this web site.
- Season 4, episode 3, Back to the Beginning, Dean is given a chance to go back in time, and discovers his mother was a Hunter, unbeknownst to his father. John was killed and Mary made a deal with Azazeal, the yellow eyed demon. In return for John coming back to life, Mary would give Azazeal ‘something’ ten years later, when he returned. “Something” turned out to be Sam. Mary died trying to protect Sam (pilot episode). Azazeal fled, and after Mary’s death, John began to realize there were darker things in the world. He never knew Mary was a Hunter when he met her.
- Word Count, 2,712
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