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“…And?” Meg asked sitting up in her bed, waiting for Dean to continue.
“And what?” Dean asked.
“You can’t just leave it at that cheesy chick Fick moment,” Meg said, “What happened next?”
“There’s not much to tell, you know your father became a lawyer, he started college a year after you were born,” Dean said.
“Yeah but when did you move back in and are you still in AA,” Meg asked.
“I moved back in with the family a few months after you were born,” Dean answered, “We were trying not to rush things but it’s hard taking care of a crying baby at night by yourself…especially when said baby didn’t like to sleep much during the night.”
“Really?” Meg asked, she watched her father nod, “What about your relationship with papa…you guys just kissed and made up like some happy little fairytale?”
“No, we went to couple’s therapy and worked on our relationship,” Dean replied.
“That’s it?” Meg asked.
“Basically,” Dean said.
“AA?” Meg asked.
“Still go a couple times a week,” Dean said.
“So…you did say that you didn’t remember much from that time,” Meg observed, “ Are you sure Ben isn’t your son...or my evil half-brother?”
“I’m positive, I know I’ve never touched another person since I met your father,” Dean said.
Meg stared at him for a long moment before saying,” Okay, I believe you.”
Dean smiled at her, “You seem like the only one…I think it’s time you go to bed.”
Meg nodded, “Goodnight.”
“Sweet dreams,” Dean said walking towards the door.
“Dad?”
Dean stopped and turned to look at her,” What sweetie?”
“Why?” Meg asked softy unsure if Dean would tell her or if she really wanted to know.
“Why what?” Dean asked back.
“Why did you drink so much?”
“It’s how I was taught to deal with things,” Dean answered, “Your grandpa…he’s great with you guys but he wasn’t with me. He’s been critical of my every move since I could remember, he still is. He’d tell me on a regular basis that I was a screw up and I’d never amount to nothing. I believed him until I met your father who made me feel like I was worth something. I started drinking heavily because I started to feel like I was worthless, and I thought I was dragging your father and siblings down with me. We had this plan that we’d try to save money for your father to go to college and he’d go once your siblings were in school themselves, but something always came up…the car broke down, Emma accidently broke her arm during basketball practice or accidently broke the neighbor’s window, Cas ate all the candy bars he was supposed to sell for a fundraiser, or Grandpa Winchester would be petty and demand some money for something I did when I was your age. I felt bad each time we had to take from our savings, something that was supposed to put your father through college, but your father never complained.”
“Is grandpa Winchester an alcoholic?” Meg asked.
“That’s not for me to say,” Dean said, “Now go to sleep.”
Meg nodded, “Okay.”
That Wednesday, Dean and Sam went to the lab. Sam sat in the waiting room as Dean was taken into a room where they took some DNA from him. It was done within an hour and they left. It was decided that Sam would be picking up Meg from school and practice, Dean didn’t give Sam a chance to argue about it. Neither of them wanted Dean to be ambushed by Lisa at the school again. Of course, he couldn’t miss Meg’s games. The first one was easy because Lisa was interested in belittling the coach for not putting her son in enough. Dean could sit and enjoy the game 100 % because not only was Lisa leaving them alone but because his own father wasn’t there to bug him.
The next game wasn’t so lucky, John came and for the first half of the game, he sat with Lisa. Once the second half started John moved to sit with the rest, on his 4th beer. He sat between his two sons and leaned over to Dean, “Ben looks more like you than the rest of your kids, makes me wonder if Emma, Cas, and Meg are really yours.”
Dean glanced at Sam to make sure he didn’t hear anything than at Adam stared at their father in disbelief.
“Dad, you’re drunk,” Adam answered, “Let me take you home.”
“Shut up boy, I’m fine,” John growled at him, “I wanna see my grandchild play…whichever one it is.”
Bobby who was sitting behind them leaned over and whispered something to John. John looked up at Bobby before nodding and they both got up and disappeared. Bobby came back a short while later. He took back his seat from before, Adam and Dean looked at him in question.
“Where’s dad?” Dean asked.
“Sleeping in his car,” Bobby said before fishing the car keys out of jacket and handing them to Adam, “He’s got a black eye now.”
Dean chuckled before focusing on the game. It was a good game, Meg hit a homerun and struck out many the other time. Her team won and everyone was happy, the children were released to their parents and they were walking to the car when they were ambushed by Lisa, firmly holding on to Ben’s hand.
“What a good game!” Lisa exclaimed overexcited.
“Yeah,” Sam said, “Your son played well.”
Lisa glanced at him smugly like he said that her son was the best player on the team before turning to Dean, “Hear that Dean? Our son played well…they probably wouldn’t have won without him.”
“What do you want Lisa?” Dean asked.
“Well, school is ending soon so I was wondering if you guys were going to do anything during the summer…you know things that Ben should be a part of because he is your son after all,” Lisa commented.
“Look, the results haven’t come back yet so leave us alone until then,” Dean said, “And if I’m wrong than we’ll make plans to include him into the family but until than I truly believe I’m not his father.”
“But your father even said he looks just like you,” Lisa offered angrily.
“He was hardly around when I was Ben’s age, so I wouldn’t take his word on that,” Dean retorted. That response caused Lisa to squeeze Ben’s hand a little too tightly out of anger, cause the poor boy to whine in pain.
“Sorry baby,” Lisa said softly to Ben, letting go of his hand and rubbing his head. She glanced that the Winchester family, “See you later.”
The Winchester family watched them walk away before heading home. First time Monday, Dean called the lab to see if they’ve got the results.
The man on the other line replied, “Sorry sir but we have yet to get to your test, we’ve been a little behind on DNA testing.”
So, they continued to wait. School let out and they waited some more. Emma came home the last week in May and they continued to wait for their results. Dean began to worry that the lab would never get to his sample and he’ll have to deal with Lisa for the rest of their lives.
But they did finally get the testing done and sent the results out to Lisa, Lisa’s lawyer, and them. They got it the Friday before Father’s Day which seemed fitting. It came in plain white envelope with the lab’s logo on the upper left-hand corner and Dean’s name with his address. Dean had the day off to get ready for the neighborhood barbecue they were doing for Father’s Day. He waited for Sam to come home so they could open it together. Once Sam walked through the door, Dean showed him the envelope and they quickly went up to their bedroom to try and find some privacy, but they knew that the kids, at least Meg and Emma, would be listening at the door.
Sam did the honors and read it out loud, “The alleged father, Dean Winchester, is excluded as the biological father of the tested child, Benjamin Isaac Braeden. The test shows that the alleged father lacks the genetic makers that must be given to the child via the biological father. Therefore, Dean Winchester cannot be the biological father of Benjamin Isaac Braden.”
“So I’m right?” Dean asked hoping he heard Sam right.
Sam smiled at him, “Yes, you were right all along. He’s not your child.”
They jumped when Meg’s joyful shout carried from the other side of the door, “Yes! He’s not my brother!”
She was followed by Emma’s voice, “Be quiet Meg or they’ll know we’re listening.”
Dean walked over to the door and opened it to glare at the two girls on the other side,” Can I help you?”
They looked at each other before turning back to him and saying together, “No.”
“Then run along,” Dean said shooing them away. He turned to look at Sam who was re-reading the letter, “Do you think she’ll leave us alone now?”
“I hope so,” Sam replied, “We now have proof that he isn’t yours, so she can’t claim that anymore.”
“So,” Jack Harkness started out holding his week-old daughter, Rose, while he watched Dean flip burgers on the grill, “Heard that you may have a 4th child.”
“No, the test came back negative,” Dean said glancing up at him for a moment before turning his attention back on the food, “Kid isn’t mine. How’d you know?”
“Ianto’s niece is on Meg’s team, my sister in law is a bit of a gossip,” Jack answered.
“Never seen you at any of the games,” Dean replied.
“We’re always too busy with work and…,” Jack said looking down at the newest addition to his family, “and now we’ll be busy with this princess.”
Rose gave him what looked like a happy smile and blew a bubble at him. Dean watched with a smile, “After I’m done cooking, do you mind if I held her?”
“Sure,” Jack said, “You could hold her now if you want for a few minutes and I can watch the food.”
“Are you sure?” Dean asked, and Jack nodded. Dean set his spatula down and Jack carefully handed her over.
“It’s been a long time since I held a baby this young,” Dean said smiling down at the baby, “You are a cutie, aren’t you?”
“She is,” Jack agreed.
“How’s Ianto?” Dean asked.
“You wouldn’t even know he gave birth a week ago,” Jack said glazing lovingly over to where Ianto sat talking to John Watson who had his 2-year-old son, Hamish, in his lap. Sherlock sat next to John showing disinterest in what the conversation was about and would periodical check his phone for a reason to leave but never got one. Tony Stark and Erik Lehnsherr stood near them, obviously arguing over something which could be anything. Their husbands watched on with amusement and Remus Lupin seemed to be the only one who was trying to get them to stop, his husband, Severus, sat in a corner trying to get his daughter, Donna, to play with the other kids but Donna kept shaking her little head and tightening her grip on him. Sirius sat next to them trying to help Severus but had no luck. The other children were being chased around by the teens who all decided to buy water guns and balloons and attack the younger kids. The little kids loved it and they loved it even more when they got a hold of water guns and were able to fight back. Merlin sat at a table filled with his family and his two caretakers as James Kirk stood nearby introducing his boyfriend to Merlin. Merlin looked pleased with Spock. Others at the grill out sat around talking, joking, and hanging out.
Later that night after everyone left and the kids cleaned up…well Emma and Cas clean up while Meg supervised, Dean and Sam said tonight to their kids and went to their room. Sam sat watching Dean change into his boxers for bed.
“Did you have fun?” Sam asked.
Dean nodded, “Yeah, didn’t you?”
“Oh yeah,” Sam said watching his husband get into bed with a smile,” Saw you holding Rose.”
“She’s a cutie, so tiny and…new,” Dean said, “Remember when the kids were like that.”
“Yeah,” Sam said recalling fond memories.
“I’ve been thinking Sammy, “Dean started out.
“About what?” Sam asked.
“Maybe I wouldn’t mind if we had a 4th child,” Dean said.
Sam chuckled, “I’m glad to hear you say that.”
“Yeah?” Dean asked a bit excited.
“Yeah because you’ll have another in about 8 months,” Sam said with smile.
Dean stared at him strangely for a few minutes before his eye twitched and his mind finally realized what his husband had told him, “You’re pregnant?”
Sam nodded,” Yep, are you sure you’re ready for baby number 4.”
“Yeah, I think I am,” Dean replied laying down on his side of the bed with his arms behind his head with a proud grin.