When Mary was pregnant with Dean, she was afraid she won’t be able to make it to the hospital. Her mom had her in a car, and she was sure the same thing would happen to her.
It didn’t, far from that. They past two whole days at the hospital before little Dean show his face. The doctor kept joking about how he though Dean would never get out of Mary’s belly.
When she was pregnant with Sam, she felt in the shower and they took her to the hospital in emergency. John though the baby won’t make it, and by extension, he though Mary won’t make it too.
But baby Sam came, all chubby and crying, the cutest thing John ever seen.
He remembers staying awake sometimes, just looking at his sons, promising himself that he will keep them safe, no matter what.
Standing there, in the hospital, with his older son crying in his arm, he wonders if this is all because of him. If he put some malediction on his family. His dad disappeared, then Mary, and now, now Sam, the little boy he used to kiss goodnight, the one that asks for books when others asks for toys, may not make it.
The worst thing, the thing that he can’t kept out of his mind, is knowing that maybe this is better.
He found out the true about the night Mary died a year ago, and he keeps learning new things every day. Bad things. Demon blood, Boy King, Apocalypse. Words that he wishes were never associated with his sweet and innocent Sammy. He couldn’t believe it, at first. How could someone as pure as Sam could be such a monster?
When Dean told him about them, John wondered if it was it. If the demon blood wasn’t only gonna take his youngest son away, but his older, too.
He tried to warned Dean and end up losing both of them.
Probably for the best, though, because now, he knows that what Dean and Sam have between them is true, and even if he doesn’t agree with it, he wants his sons to be happy.
He’ll face Lucifer himself if he has to.
“What if he doesn’t come back?” Dean asks, his voice rough from crying “He’s been in there… God, he’s been there for so long…”
“It only been one hour. Dean, we don’t know, alright? I can’t promise you that it will be fine, but they’re trying their best”
“I know” Dean sights, pushing the tears away “Thanks for coming, dad”
“Yeah, we didn’t leave in great terms, did we?”
“No” Dean admits, eyes down “You told me that Sam was evil” He laughs, sniffing, and John stomach twists knowing how he must have hurt his son. “How was I suppose to react?”
“I didn’t say that, Dean. I said… Look, there’s something in Sam, I can’t tell you what it is, but it may… It may have a link to the thing that killed your mom”
“You said that Sam was… You said he was evil. You said… Fuck, dad, you said he was some kind of demon” Dean snaps, anger rising through him
“Yes, because it’s the true”
“He’s your son! How can you say that?!”
“Dean, I just… Look, I’m dealing with it, alright? I will take care of everything”
John promises, at the same time the room finally opened, the doctor getting out of the room. He’s cover in blood- His son blood-
“Mr Winchester?”
“Yes” They both answer at the same time
“How are they?” Dean asks, standing up
“Sam lose a lot of blood, he… His body wasn’t working fast enough, and the baby was too big, which cause hemorrhage. His heart didn’t support it. We had to revive him. He’s stable now”
“God” Dean says, taking his dad in his arms
“He’s ok, son, he’s ok”
“And the baby? How’s our baby?” Dean asks
“You have a really beautiful and healthy son, Mister Winchester. We were able to get him out before Sam’s heart stop”
“Can I see them? Please”
The doctor nods before letting Dean went to the room.
Dean heart is ponding in his chest. He’s still not entirely reassured, won’t be until he sees his brother and his son. His son. He’s gonna meet his son.
“Hey” He says, entering the room. Sam is in the bed, looking weaker than ever, but alive. “You look like crap”
Sam gave him a weak smile and Dean can feel his heart clenching with how weak Sam looks. He tries not to show it and smiles too before next to the bed, taking his brother’s hand in his.
“Fuck, Sam, you scared me you little bitch”
Sam laughs, squeezing Dean’s hand.
“I’m fine” He says, “Sorry I scared you”
“You’re ok. Both of you, that’s all that matter”
“Where… Where’s the baby?”
“Right here” The nurse says, the little boy in her arms. “I think someone wants to meet you”
Dean helps Sam sitting up, and the nurse puts their baby in his arms.
He’s tiny, so tiny, and Dean won’t listen to the nurse telling him that he’s the perfect height for a baby. How can being so little be normal?
“Hello baby” Sam says, letting the baby takes his finger “He’s so little”
“He’s beautiful” Dean whispers, caressing the baby cheek “Welcome to the world, Jude John Winchester”
