The Parent Trap-Part 13-The End
Pairing: Sam X past reader, Sam X Ruby (currently)
A/N: Did you like the movie “The Parent Trap” as a kid? It is one of my favorite movies! I decided to write my own version, with a Supernatural twist, of course!
Summary: Mary Winchester and Annie Campbell meet at summer camp, and they quickly realize they look too much alike for it to be a coincidence. They are twins! Their parents, Sam Winchester and Y/N Campbell divorced 12 years before, each taking custody of one girl. Now Sam lives in California and Y/N in New York. The girls hatch a plan to bring their parents back together, but will Sam’s new fiancee ruin their plans?
Part 1 My Master List
“Sam? What are you doing here? I thought we were picking Mary up at the airport tomorrow?” you asked, the confusion evident on your face.
“I didn’t really like the idea of Mary flying all that way by herself, and I wanted to see Annie. So I flew out with her, and I’m flying back tomorrow,” Sam said sheepishly.
“I’m so glad you did!” Annie exclaimed happily, practically knocking you over in her haste to hug him.
Sam looked over her shoulder at you, waiting for your reaction. You smiled gently at him to let you know you weren’t too mad.
“Well, I just wanted to make sure she got here safely. I have a hotel room reserved for the night at the airport.” Sam told you and the girls.
“No way, the airport is gross! Can’t he stay here with us tonight, Mom?” Annie asked, instantly knowing a good opportunity when she saw it.
“I don’t want to intrude on your time with the girls,” he said immediately.
“You’re welcome to stay here, as long as you don’t mind sleeping on the couch,” you informed him.
His smile lit up his whole face. “That would be great! It’s a later flight anyway.”
Annie pulled Mary into the apartment excitingly, but Sam still stood in the hallway, looking uncertain.
“Are you coming in or what?” you finally asked. He nodded without speaking, a heated look passing between you. “I know you really just came to see me, Sam,” you said jokingly.
“Maybe I did,” he whispered as he walked into your apartment. You felt your cheeks get red.
As Annie and Mary headed off to her room to get settled, you invited Sam to join you at the kitchen table. “Would you like something to eat? Some coffee?”
“Coffee would be great,” he replied
“Just milk, right? How are Dean and Donna? Anything new with them?”
“Yep.” You could tell he was pleased that you remembered. “So Dean and Donna went to Minnesota to spend Thanksgiving with Donna’s family.”
You blinked in surprise. “No way! Is it getting serious?” Dean had always enjoyed playing the field ever since Stanford.
“Oh, it IS serious. He says our ‘trainwreck’ has made him reevaluate his priorities.” Sam told you with a wry grin.
“I wouldn’t call it a trainwreck, exactly.” A thought occurred to you. “So what are you doing for Thanksgiving then?”
“Juliet and I are going to eat sushi and binge-watch Breaking Bad.”
You gave him a stern look. “Absolutely not! You are staying here, and spending Thanksgiving with us.”
“You don’t have to do this because you’re feeling sorry for me, Y/N,” Sam said indignantly.
“Maybe I’m doing it because I want to spend time with you, you moron!” Grinning at the surprised look on his face, you called out to the girls. “Mary, Annie, can you come here please?”
They appeared at the table, clearly thrilled to be together. “So girls. It turns out that your uncle went to Minnesota with Donna to visit her parents. I invited your dad to spend Thanksgiving here with us. Is that okay with you two?”
The twins exchanged a surprised look, then identical grins broke out on their faces. “That would be awesome!” Annie said happily.
Mary gave you a serious look. “Are you sure you two are okay with it?”
Annie rolled her eyes. “With the amount they text, they are BFFs now.”
You smiled at Mary’s thoughtfulness. “Yes, we are both okay with it. Right, Sam?”
He nodded in agreement. “Absolutely.”
After getting the girls settled for the night in Annie’s room, you dug around until you found a comforter and some pillows for Sam. Eyeing the couch critically, you glanced up at him. “Are you sure you want to do this? I can’t see how this will be comfortable. You’re twice as long as the couch.”
“I’ll manage. Unless you’re offering to let me sleep with you? Your bed looks big enough.” Sam stated nonchalantly.
You threw a pillow at him. “Oh you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’re going to have to try way harder than that, Mr. Winchester. I’m not going to make this easy on you.”
“Duly noted, Ms. Campbell,” he replied with a dimpled smirk.
Handing the bedding over to him, you whispered seductively, “Well I’ll leave you to figure this out while I put on my lingerie in my big, empty bed.”
“That’s a low blow, Y/N,” he muttered under his breath.
You snorted with laughter as you headed off to your room. Oh, this was going to be fun.
The next morning you woke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Coming out of your room, you saw that Sam had made breakfast for the girls.
“Saved you some,” he said as he slid a plate in your direction.
“Since when do you cook?” you said doubtfully, giving the plate a suspicious look.
“Since I got divorced and realized I still liked to eat,” he informed you and the twins giggled.
“So Mom, I was thinking we could show Dad and Mary around today. Maybe go see the tree at Rockefeller Center?” Annie said around a mouth full of pancakes.
“Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving. Don’t we have to go grocery shopping?” Sam asked curiously.
“Since it was only going to be the three of us, I ordered a pre-cooked meal from Zabars. We just have to heat everything up,” you told him.
“Microwaved Thanksgiving dinner?” Sam said doubtfully.
“Trust me, it’s delicious, you’ll love it,” you assured him
It was a pretty cold day but everyone bundled up as you took Sam and the girls around the city. As soon as Mary saw the ice skating rink at Rockefeller Center, she insisted that you needed to skate.
“You girls go. I’m a terrible skater. Annie usually has to hold me up,” you told them with a wave of your hands.
“I’ve always wanted to try ice-skating outside, Mom. Annie can help me, and Dad can help you,” Mary responded helpfully.
“What makes you think I can ice skate, Mary?” Sam asked with a grin.
She shrugged, “you’re good at pretty much every sport, so I just assumed…..”
“You two go. I’ll take care of your mom.” Sam promised the girls.
Sam paid for all of you and Mary and Annie were quick to get their skates on and head out. Mary was as unsteady as a newborn colt, but Annie held her hand and guided her, and soon they were making slow progress around the track.
“Come on slowpoke,” Sam whispered in your ear. “You’re just postponing the inevitable.”
You glared at him as you got to your feet slowly, your legs as shaky as jello. Sam held out his hand and you grasped it tightly, inching your way onto the ice. You slowly progressed around the track, Sam’s hand tight in yours, and you began to relax.
The twins passed by the two of you several times, and they looked red-cheeked and happy. “Look at them,” you said to Sam. “Mary looks like she’s having a blast.”
Sam turned his head to look, and a teenager whipping around the track tried to maneuver around you. His shoulder bumped into yours, throwing you off balance, and you began to fall.
Flailing wildly, you were about to hit the ice face first when a hard yank on your arm pulled you upright and into Sam’s waiting arms. “I’ve got you. You okay?”
You nodded mutely, trying to catch your breath as Sam guided you off the ice to a bench just outside the rink. The girls were still skating. “Thanks for helping me. You’re my hero.”
Sam knelt in front of you and started to unlace your skates. “Let’s be honest, Y/N. I haven’t been your hero in a very long time. Having you in my life again has made me realize what a fool I was to not fight harder for us. But if you ever give me another chance, I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
Before you could respond, Annie and Mary had found you, and were talking non-stop.“We saw you almost wipe out at the end. Good thing Dad was there to catch you, huh Mom?” Mary said as you returned your skates.
“Yeah, good thing,” you said absently, your mind a million miles away
Thanksgiving was a wonderful day. You’d picked up your already prepared dinner the day before, and after heating and plating everything, you all dug in. Even Sam grudgingly admitted it was delicious. You watched Sam laughing and joking with the twins, he seemed to be having a good time.
“I got an email from work earlier. I am going to have to fly back on Saturday. I have some stuff I need to take care of in the office. Mary is still off of school next week, so you are welcome to keep her until next weekend if you want.” He looked sad for spoiling the holiday.
As your heart plummeted at the thought of him leaving, you came to a realization. You had fallen in love again with your ex-husband. The question was, what were you going to do about it?
“Mary, do you want me to fly back to get you so you don’t have to fly alone?” Sam asked his daughter.
Mary smiled broadly at her father. “I think I’ll be okay this time as long as Mom and Annie wait with me beforehand.”
“If you’re sure,” he said, a note of uncertainty in his voice.
“I want to spend as much time with Annie as possible.” Mary insisted.
“Hey Mom, there is a dance at the Boys and Girls Club tomorrow night. Carlos asked us if we wanted to go. His mom said she would take us. Is it okay if we go?” Annie asked.
You looked over at Sam. “Is it okay with you?”
“Who is Carlos?” he asked with a frown.
“He’s been Annie’s best friend since first grade. They live down the hall. I know both of his parents really well. They are good people.”
“Carlos likes Mary,” Annie announced nonchalantly.
“Annie! Shut up!” Mary hissed, her cheeks turning red.
You turned to Annie. “Is Enrique going too?” you asked.
“Yes.”
You turned to Sam, “Enrique is Carlos’ older brother. He is fifteen. His mother willl make him go to keep an eye on the kids. She is very over-protective. They will be fine.”
“I’m okay with it if you are,” Sam finally decided.
The next night, the girls spent what Sam thought was a ridiculously long time getting ready for the dance. He was flipping channels on the TV looking for something to watch while you got up for the third time when Annie frantically called, “Mom, we need you!” from her room.
You returned a few minutes later and sat down, looking a bit flustered. “Everything okay?” he asked.
“It is now,” you said a little dramatically.
“Anything I can do?”
“Not unless you want to have the discussion with the girls again about why they are too young to wear makeup,” you told him with a sigh.
“Makeup? Are you serious?” he asked in disbelief.
“Oh yes, and I’m pretty sure it’s from the dollar store,” you told him as you got up and headed to the fridge. “I need a drink. Want one?” you asked.
There was a knock at the door and Sam beat you to it. Damn his long legs! “You must be Carlos.” You heard him say. “I’m Annie and Mary’s dad. Come on in. Girls, Carlos is here!”
When the girls came out, they were dressed casually, but Sam could tell they had taken care with their appearance. “Hi, Carlos. The dance is over at 9:00, right?” you asked.
“Yeah. My Mom was going to take us out for ice cream afterward if that’s okay with you.” Carlos responded.
“That’s fine. She texted me already. She said she’d have you home by ten. Make good choices, you two,” you told your daughters.
“Take good care of my girls, young man,” Sam told Carlos, holding out his hand to shake.
“I will, Sir,” Carlos replied, and the three of them left.
You headed back inside. Grabbing two beers, and handing one to Sam. The two of you sat on the couch, and he flipped channels aimlessly for a bit. “So, we have about three kid-free hours on my last night here. What do you want to do?”
“I think we should have a talk.”
“About?” Sam asked casually, putting his beer on the coffee table and looking over at you.
“I realized something. I realized that I’m ready. I want this. I want you, I want our family. Somehow I’ve managed to fall in love with you again. Maybe I never stopped.” You stared at each other for a long moment as you waited for Sam to react.
A second later he picked you up out of your seat, and pulled you into his lap, straddling him. You arched up, taking his face in your hands as your lips met in a passionate kiss. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as you ground against his growing erection.
You made out on the couch like teenagers, both of you panting with need until you thought you were going to explode. Finally, you managed to tear your mouth from Sam’s and extricate yourself from his embrace.
“Wait…..” he said, reaching for you.
You were dizzy with desire. Standing so quickly you got lightheaded you looked down at him, clothes askew, looking wrecked, and he stared back at you with eyes hazy with lust. You held out your hand. “We have about two solid kid-free hours, give or take. How about we make good use of them?”
Sam just gaped at you for a moment, eyes wide with shock. “Are you sure?” he asked in a ragged voice.
“Oh yeah. It’s now or never, Sam. The clock is ticking.”
He was off the couch in a flash, pulling you to him and kissing you until you were breathless. You leaned into him, and he pulled you towards the bedroom, pushing the door open with his foot.
He laid you down on the bed, his long body completely covering yours, the heat of him hitting you in just the right spots. His mouth sucked hard on your neck as he yanked your shirt over your head and tossed it aside. You sighed with pleasure as his mouth found yours again, one large hand cradling your head while he deftly unsnapped your bra with the other.
“Haven’t lost your touch, have you?” you giggled as he flung your bra away.
“I’ve thought about this a lot in the past five months,” Sam growled under his breath as you smiled against his mouth.
“Would you please get naked already?” you said impatiently, your hands pulling eagerly at his clothes.
“Can I just savor this for a moment?” he asked, brushing your hair away from your face. “The last time we had sex we were barely speaking. It was pretty much a hate fuck.”
You didn’t want to think about that time anymore. “Well I sure don’t hate you now,” you whispered as your hands made quick work of his shirt, and soon you were skin to skin, his erection pressing into your belly as he kissed every part of you he could reach, reacquainting himself with your body.
“Do you have any condoms?”
“I’m on the pill, so we’re all good,” you answered, wrapping your hand around him and guiding him into you, causing Sam to groan.
“Damn, I forgot how big you are!” you grunted against his shoulder as you felt him stretching you open.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked with concern.
You rolled your eyes. “Come on, Sam! If I can fit twins through there, I can certainly handle you. Now move!”
You wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him balls deep within you. God, he felt good! “I’m not going to last long, Y/N.” he grunted as he thrust inside you.
“Me either,” you admitted. It had been too long. He began to move with more purpose, sliding almost all the way out, and back in, faster and faster. You could feel your pleasure rising, and when Sam reached down and began to rub your clit your legs began to shake.
“I’m close,” he whispered as he bent to kiss you hard, and with one last hard thrust, he swallowed your scream of pleasure with his mouth. You continued to shake as he groaned into your neck.
He collapsed on top of you, pinning you to the bed with his body. “Can’t breathe…..too heavy,” you managed to get out and he rolled off of you.
You spent the next few minutes just basking in post-coital bliss. When you looked over and saw that Sam was starting to fall asleep, you elbowed him. “We need to get dressed. The kids will be home soon!”
That got him up and moving, and the two of you were soon dressed and presentable. You grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge, and he turned on the TV, and you tried to act like you didn’t just get laid.
“Hey…..” Sam said suddenly, turning to you.
“Yeah?” you asked casually.
“Marry me,” he said earnestly.
“Very funny,” you reply with a roll of your eyes. “We have sex and now you think we should get married? Really?”
He looks sideways at you, his eyes shining with emotion. “I think we should get married because I love you and I have spent the last decade missing you. I want to wake up with you every morning for the rest of my life.”
Your throat is thick with emotion, and you swallow the lump that has formed. You reach out and take his hand. “Okay, Sam. I’ll marry you. We can talk to the girls about it when they come back.”
The girls return from the dance laughing and talking, their cheeks bright and flushed. “Did you guys have fun?” Sam asked.
“Yeah. It was pretty crowded, but we had a good time.” Annie told him.
“What time are you leaving tomorrow, Dad?” Mary asks.
“Pretty early,” Sam replies. “But your Mom and I want to talk to you guys about something before I go,” he gestures to the kitchen table and the girls take a seat, looking curious.
“What’s going on?” Mary asks in a worried tone.
“Well,” Sam looks over at you and smiles, taking your hand. “I’ve asked your Mom to marry me again, and she said yes.”
The girls immediately begin talking at once, each trying to be heard over the other. “This is the best news!” Mary says happily.
“Are we moving to California?” Annie demands.
“Will it be soon?” Mary asks immediately after.
They are firing questions at us so fast that we don’t have a chance to answer any of them.
“We haven’t really decided anything yet. He just asked me. We’ll have to figure some things out, but we wanted to make sure you two were okay with it.”
Annie and Mary exchanged a look between them. “We are totally okay with it,” Annie assures us.
Sam leaves the next morning, the girls grinning as he kisses you goodbye. ‘I’ll call you later,” he assures you as he heads out the door.
You spend the rest of the Thanksgiving holiday dealing with endless questions from your two over-excited daughters. It seems as though you talk about nothing else but weddings endlessly until your head is ready to explode.
At the end of the week, it is time to send Mary home to California. “You’ll come with Annie at Christmas?” She asks as we are getting ready to take her to the airport.
“Of course I will,” you assure her, responding automatically before you realize you haven’t discussed it with Sam. Oh well, the damage was done. You’d bring it up the next time you spoke.
After Mary was gone and you and Annie were home again, you sat her down to talk. “So how do you feel about all this, baby? I need to know that you are okay with this.”
Annie smiled broadly. “I’m happy you and Dad are finally together again, Mom. I’m excited to move to California, and I’m glad I’ll get to spend time with Uncle Dean and Donna. I can’t wait to get to see Mary every day. I miss her already.”
You reach out and hug her. “I miss her too, and your Dad. It will only be less than a month, and we’ll all be together again.”
You and Sam talk daily, Making plans. There is no question that Sam expects you to come for Christmas. You talk about the wedding. Should it be in New York or California? Should it be a small, intimate affair or a big, fancy bash?
“I’ve been thinking,” Sam begins one night. “No matter when the wedding happens, I want you and Annie to move to California as soon as possible. How do you feel about that?” He sounds tentative as if he is worried about your reaction.
“Actually, it’s funny you mention that,” you say with a laugh. “I’ve already given my notice at work. My last day is right before Christmas break. Annie and I are working on cleaning things out and packing up here. It won’t be done by the time we come for Christmas, but we’ll put a good dent in things.”
“Not much longer now. I can’t wait until you are in my arms again. I miss you,” Sam says with a sigh. “I don’t know who is happier about the wedding, Dean or Donna. They are over the moon.”
“I can’t believe I am getting you, my girls, and my two best friends all in one shot. I am the luckiest woman in the world,” you whisper, suddenly choked up.
“I’m the one who is lucky,” Sam assures you.
After a flurry of decluttering and cleaning and packing, you and Annie are on your way to California. Sam, Dean, and Mary pick you up at the airport and the girls squeal with happiness and hug each other tightly.
Dean rolls his eyes at them. “It’s only been a month since you’ve seen each other, guys.”
“Hi,” Sam says with a smile as he stands in front of you.
“Hi yourself,” you say as you lean in for a kiss.
“Get a room you two.” Dean comments and the twins giggle.
The Christmas holidays are wonderful with the family all together again. Sam surprises you with a stunning engagement ring, exactly what you would have picked out for yourself. “Oh, Sam, I love it!” you say as he slips it on your finger
“Well, I couldn’t afford an engagement ring last time, so I wanted to make it up to you,” he tells you as you throw yourself into his arms and kiss him soundly.
The girls are out with Dean and Donna and you and Sam are discussing the wedding, again. Lately, that’s all you seem to talk about. Everything about it has gotten bigger and more complicated and it seems like everyone has an opinion and it’s stressing you out.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” Sam asks finally. “You seem upset.”
You give him a half-hearted smile. “Can I be honest with you? This whole wedding business is really getting stressful. I wish we could just go to Vegas like we did before.”
Sam blinks with surprise. “So why don’t we? I don’t need a big wedding. I’m fine with just you and the girls and maybe Dean and Donna.”
Your mouth drops in shock. “Seriously? You’d be okay with it if I wanted to go back to that tacky little chapel we went to the first time?”
“Absolutely. If that’s what you want. We can go this weekend.”
“Where are you going this weekend?” Donna asks as she comes into the room laden with shopping bags. The girls trail in, also with bags and Dean is loaded down like a pack mule.
“We’ve decided to go to Vegas and get married,” Sam says with a grin.
“What? Again?” Dean snaps as he drops the bags on the floor. “What is it with you two and Vegas?”
“But we have to be there, Mom!” Annie says indignantly.
“Of course you do, baby! We want you all there. We’re going back to the place where we got married the first time.”
“And when’s this happening?” Dean demanded.
“Saturday,” Sam told his brother. “You in?”
“Hell Yeah! It’s Vegas!” Dean said happily
Epilogue
“Ooowwwww! That one fucking hurt!” you yelled as another contraction ripped through you. This wasn’t going at all like the twins birth. You were twelve years older, and you were feeling every damn year right now.
“Stupid 99% effective birth control pills!” you said angrily.
“Just focus on your breathing, Y/N, just like we practiced,” Sam said calmly.
“This is all your fault! I’m never having sex with you again, I mean it!”
The doctor who was kneeling between your open legs raised his head. “It’s time to push, Mrs. Winchester.”
Sam held your hand, and with a look of intense concentration on your face, you pushed, once, and again.
“I see the head!” Sam said excitedly.
The baby slid into the doctor’s arms as Sam gave a triumphant yell and you collapsed back in exhaustion.
“How much longer?” Annie said impatiently. “It’s been ages!”
“It will take as long as it takes,” Donna said firmly.
Dean lept to his feet as Sam came through the door dressed in scrubs. Mary’s face lit up as soon as she saw him. “Dad! she exclaimed, jumping up and running to him.
Everyone crowded around him, but he only had eyes for the twins. “Annie, Mary, you have a baby brother.”
As everyone hugged Sam and each other, Annie leaned over and whispered to her sister. “Our plan worked even better than we thought. Now it’s time to work on Uncle Dean and Donna.” Mary grinned at her, and they smiled in complete understanding.
THE END
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