FIC - What Now? 5/?
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title: What Now? 5/?
pairing: Sam/Dean
rating: R/NC-17 eventually, there will be Wincest at some point
summary: Pre-series. Sam ends up with a baby, and copes as long as he can on his own. Additional chapters will be added as they show up in my brain.
A/N: Chapter 5 and I’m not even 24 hours into Dean’s arrival. I am hoping against hope that you won’t all be bored silly by the time I get to the hot sexin’ part.
Of course, Dean woke up when Sam went to get Jay’s middle of the night bottle from the fridge. Growing up as a hunter didn’t exactly make someone a heavy sleeper.
“Go back to sleep, Dean, I’m just getting a bottle.”
“Need any help?” Dean asked, completely alert.
“I’m just feeding the baby, I’m fine, seriously, go back to sleep. Please.”
Sam padded back into his bedroom and for the millionth time wondered when the child would start sleeping through the night. He’d heard people talk about babies sleeping from bedtime until morning, so he was sure it would eventually occur, he just had no idea when he’d be blessed with that particular gift. Luckily, when Jay woke up hungry in the middle of the night, he wasn’t screaming or anything, he just fussed a little, and once he’d been fed he went right back to sleep. It certainly could have been worse. He’d heard other parents at work and at the park talk about babies who stayed up half the night crying, hell, he remembered his dad recounting stories about how Dean had been colicky and how he and Mary had taken turns walking him around the living room trying to get him to stop screaming his head off for hours at a time. So he guessed he didn’t really have it all that bad, relatively speaking.
Jay’s soft cooing sounds and the ringing of his little stuffed dog woke Sam around 7am, and for a minute he was on edge – he could swear he heard movement outside his bedroom and automatically reached for the knife he still kept wedged under his pillow after all this time.
Then it all came back to him. Dean was there.
Quietly, he picked up the baby and shuffled out into the living area. And fuckall if Dean wasn’t right every time he’d called Sam a girl over the past twenty years, because there he was tearing up again.
Dean was standing in front of Sam’s stove, wearing sweats (and nothing else, which Sam tried to ignore), and mixing pancake batter in a chipped bowl that was already there in the apartment when Sam moved in. He stood by silently as he watched his brother slide butter around the pan on the stove and then pour the batter in neat little circles. He was humming (dirty deeds, done dirt cheap) as he grabbed a dishtowel and cleaned the drips of batter from the side of the bowl, then started opening drawers and moving things around.
“Looking for a spatula?”
Dean started when he realized Sam was watching him, then smiled (God, that smile, so fucking – shut up). “Yeah. Thought I’d get breakfast started, hope you don’t mind.”
“Hell no, man, I think we both know we’re better off with you in front of the stove than me”, Sam replied, grinning and handing Dean a black plastic spatula from the drawer next to the sink.
Dean finished making the pancakes while Sam went about the rote task of mixing powdered formula with tap water for Jay’s morning bottle. “Can he have a pancake?”
“Yeah, sure, no syrup, though. There might be honey in it and I read they’re not supposed to have honey until they’re at least”
“Jesus, I’m going to find all those books and put them to rest with a proper salt and burn. But all right, no syrup. Can’t imagine what kind of mess the kid would make out of that anyway.”
They sat down just like they had the night before, Jay in his high chair and Dean and Sam on the sofa with plates in their laps. At first Sam had been embarrassed about not having a proper kitchen table, but after everything they’d talked about the night before, it just kind of disappeared. They’d grown up eating food out of takeout containers on motel beds, so eating off plates while sitting on a sofa was really not that big of a deal.
“I thought maybe we could take Jay to the park, if you want. It’s nice out today.”
“Yeah, I’d like that, Sammy. There’s something I wanted to talk to you about, though. You said something about needing a crib soon, and if it’s okay, I’d like to go out and get one for him today.”
“Dean. That’s really nice, man, thanks, but I meant what I said, they’re expensive.”
“I have money. You didn’t know, because I didn’t tell you. When I went to get beer last night, I thought about buying a whole bunch of groceries but I didn’t want to overstep. But…the truth is, I’ve been putting money away as long as I’ve been on my own with hunting. I don’t need much, and you know how good I am at hustling darts and pool. I still feel like I’m overstepping, because I only just got here yesterday, but I got nothin’ else to spend it on, and – stop it. I know that look. He’s my damn nephew, and I missed out on six months of getting him presents and stuff…”
Fuck. Sam shook his head and looked at the floor. “Sorry, Dean. I didn’t even think – I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner about the baby.”
“Save the sorry, man. Just let me do this. Please?”
Sam wasn’t about to refuse his brother any request at this point, as guilty as he felt having realized that Dean would have wanted to know he had a nephew from the very beginning. “Okay, yeah, that would be really – just, you know, thanks.”
Without any more than casual conversation, they had their breakfast, took their showers, and headed out to the park, pushing Jay in a fold-out umbrella stroller. They spent an hour or so rolling around in the grass, acting like fools, making the baby laugh, making each other laugh. After that, they walked around the neighborhood, Sam pointing out to Dean where he caught the bus, the public library that he stopped into when he had a chance, the clinic where he brought the baby for his vaccinations and on the two frightening occasions when he’d actually been sick.
Once they got back to Sam’s place, Dean grabbed his car keys. “You ready to go pick out a crib, dude?”
Goddamn it, not again, it had only been a day but Sam thought he had gotten himself to the point where he wasn’t going to feel like a complete ass admitting that he didn’t have certain things that were necessary for particular activities.
“I can’t go with you, Dean. I don’t have a car, so I never bothered with buying a carseat.” He tried to sound casual about it, but he could tell that Dean sensed his feelings in the look he got in return.
“Little guy probably needs a nap anyway, right? If you trust me to pick this thing out myself, I’ll just go and you can stay here.”
“Of course I trust you, dumbass, just go. And, really, thanks for”
“Shut up. I’ll be back. Make me a sandwich or something, will you?” And with that, Dean winked at Sam and walked out the door.
Luckily, Dean had made his exit before it became obvious that Sam had a raging hard-on just from being winked at by his brother. Fucking ridiculous. Dean had been right, though, Jay was grinding his tiny fists into his eyes, giving the universal signal for “I need a nap”. He settled his son into his bassinet and hummed a little lullaby, but the kid was out in under two minutes.
Sam jerked himself off in even less time than that.
Fuck.
He busied himself with cleaning up the dishes from breakfast and concentrated on what he had in the fridge to make sandwiches with.
Just as he’d finished compiling some leftover chicken (not undercooked, Sam had learned his lesson), slices of cheese and some mayo onto the rest of his not-yet-stale white bread, he heard Dean’s “Open the door, bitch” from outside.
Sam opened the door to see Dean with both arms wrapped around a large rectangular box. “Tell me you’ve got a tool kit in here, man, ‘cause we’re gonna have to assemble this mother.”
“Yeah, of course,” Sam laughed and helped his brother haul in the gigantic box with a picture of a brown wood crib on one side. “Let’s have lunch first, though, okay?”
As they ate their sandwiches, Dean excitedly described the purchase he’d made. “Man, I didn’t even know they made shit like this!! You can get the coolest stuff for babies now! It’s a crib, right, but then once the kid gets bigger and doesn’t need a crib anymore, you can just move a few pieces around and turn it into a bed! How fucking awesome is that?”
Sam knew exactly what a convertible crib was, he’d seen them in catalogs and heard other parents talking about them, and he was well aware of the fact that they cost a lot more than just a plain old regular crib, but he remembered what Dean said earlier, and didn’t comment. “Yeah, like two in one, they’re pretty cool. Thanks, Dean, I mean it.”
“You can thank me by helping me put this thing together. I gotta go back down to the car and get the mattress and stuff.”
Dean was gone again before Sam had a chance to ask him to elaborate on “and stuff”. He put their dishes in the sink and got his tool kit from the closet before opening the box and staring at the 8,749 pieces inside. As he was perusing the instruction booklet, Dean walked back in, a crib mattress under one arm and a bag in his other hand.
Sam looked at him expectantly, and Dean supplied, “It’s just sheets and one of those things you tie around the edges so the baby doesn’t bump into the bars, dude. Don’t get pissy.”
They both relaxed and spent the time during Jay’s afternoon nap assembling this monster that seemed to require an advanced degree in engineering to figure out.
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Date: 2011-11-01 01:25 am (UTC)Great chapter, can't wait for more!
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