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Dean sat there in the waiting room…well…waiting. John was sitting right across from him and Bobby sat beside John. Mary sat beside Dean. They were all anxiously waiting on the arrival of Sam’s newborn son.
Ruby had been carrying Sam’s son for a whole 41 weeks and was ready for her son to arrive but didn’t not want labor.
Two years of marriage lead to Sam and Ruby conceiving and now the Winchesters…and Bobby waiting impatiently for Little Thomas Dixon Winchester.
After 15 hours of labor Sam entered the waiting room. It was 2 in the morning. Mary had dozed off, Bobby and John went on a coffee refuel. Dean was pacing the floor to stay awake until he got his coffee.
He turned and saw Sam with a huge smile on his face. “So?”
Sam let out of huff of air. “I’m a dad…”
Dean smiled and walked over to his little brother and gave him a big hug. “Congrats, Sammy.”
“You wanna go and see him? Ruby is still awake, last I checked.”
“Yeah, sure, Sammy, that would be awesome.”
Sam smiled and lead him to the room .Ruby was cradling the infant in his arms and was smiling. Dean walked over to the bed. “Rub, Dean’s here.”
She looked up glassy eyed. The pain medication must have been kicking in. “Hey, Ruby, how are you feeling.”
“Better now that he’s here. Wanna hold him?” She asked.
Dean’s eyebrows rose. “Yeah, that would be awesome.” Dean beamed.
Ruby slowly transferred the infant into Dean’s arms. They baby cuddled close into Dean’s chest and kept on snoozing. Dean smiled and looked up at Sam. “He looks like you, Sammy.”
“I know.” Sam nodded.
Dean looked down at the infant. He gently ran his index finger over the side of the baby’s face. Dean was only 28 so he had time to find someone and have a family but after his little brothers marriage and now a baby he feels like he is getting old.
Dean was a womanizer…but he didn’t like woman…he was gay. He had been trying dating and nothing had stuck for longer than a month tops. The months his partner as mentioned not wanting kids or Dean mentioning he wanted kids…they left.
He was getting to the point where he is almost giving up on love. He forgot how long he was in his head before Sam gently took the baby out of his hands. “Dean, I think you should go home and get some rest. You have to be at the school early in the morning right?”
Nothing says pathetic single man more than being a high school English teacher. Dean wasn’t rolling in money but he was getting by, especially working after school and weekends at the garage. He had been saving up for something special for years.
“Yeah, I’ll talk to you later, Sammy. Take it easy.” Dean walked out of the room. Sam followed to let Bobby, John and Mary know but to go home and come back to tomorrow. Dean shoved his hands into his pockets as he meandered down the hall towards the elevator. Bobby and the elder Winchester’s were right behind him. Dean stopped at the nurse station.
“Dean?” John asked placing a hand on his shoulder.
Dean flinched. “Y’all go home. I’ll be right behind you.”
“What’s in your mind, son.” John asked.
“Nothing. Y’all get going. Y’all are tired, go home. I’ll be heading to my apartment shortly.”
“You gotta be at the school at 6:30.” Mary added.
“I know. This ain’t the first time I have gone to school with little to no sleep.” Dean smirked.
Dean walked over to the nurses station as John, Mary and Bobby got into the elevator. Dean placed his hands on the counter and waited for one of the nurses to look up. “Hi, how can I help you?”
“Hi, um, I have a question…”
“I probably have answers.” She remarked.
Dean smiled. “Is there someone I can talk to about getting sperm donations?”
“Um, you want to donate sperm?” She asked.
“No, I want the sperm. I want to have a baby…but there’s not partner in the picture.”
“Well, you would have to make an appointment with Dr. Milton.”
“I can do that. Do I have to call or can I set an appointment now?”
“When are you free?”
“Weekends or weekdays after 4.”
The nurse clicked away on the computer, she’s free…Thursday at 5.”
“That’s perfect. Thanks.”
“No problem, sugar.” The nurse smiled. “Have a good rest of the night, sir.”
Dean nodded and walked towards the elevator. Dean smiled at the thought were he could start a family without a partner. It was a little sad that he couldn’t find love but he was happy he could live out his dream of being a father.
Dean drove home and saw that it was already almost 4:30. He flopped on the bed and slept hard for 45 minutes before his alarm woke him up and he got up for the day. It was Tuesday, he could wait 2 days.
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Thursday afternoon went by so slow. He had planning for 4th period. He was grading the mountain of papers. He taught two honor Junior classes and a one on level sophomore class. Dean didn’t know how good of a teacher he was but he has never got a bad review and 95% of his students pass. He was focus on grading that he didn’t hear the door open and a students walk over to his desk. He was usually more alert than this. Maybe it was because he was tired.
“Mr. Winchester?” A girl’s voice sounded.
He flinched and looked up and removed thick black framed reading glasses Sam forced him to get. “Yes?”
“Are you busy right now?” She asked shyly.
“What’s up?” Dean had recognized the girls face from his first period. She sat in middleish and off to the side. The girl looked distressed and on the verge of tears. “What’s wrong, Haley?” Dean asked remembering her name. Dean was genuinely concerned why she was upset.
“Mr. Winchester, have you ever been in a place in your life where you just want to end it…just never wake up?” She whimpered slowly blinking away her tears.
Dean stood from his desk and guided her to a desk and he sat in a chair beside her. “Haley…are you telling me you want to…kill yourself?”
A tear ran down the girls face and she looked down at his hand that was in her lap. She nodded slowly.
“Haley, this is really serious, sweetheart, what’s got you feeling this way?” Dean asked taking the girls hands.
She looked up at him. Tears streamed down her face. “I-I don’t know…just a mix of things. My family is splitting up…my friends don’t like me anymore…I feel like a failure.”
Dean gave a half smiled and wiped the girls tears from her eyes with the pads of his thumbs. “Haley, I can already tell you that you are not a failure. You are far from that. I can also tell you that your family splitting up is not the end of the world. I think you are so caught in about your family and how you think you are a failure that you just think your friends don’t like you. I see you during my class. You are a bubbly smiling young girl. You are a smart girl.” Dean encouraged.
Haley nodded and sniffed and wiped her eyes. “I’m sorry, Mr. Winchester.”
“No, no, don’t apologize. You did good by coming to me.” Dean smiled and stood as she stood. “Why did come to me instead a counselor?”
“They would just tell my parents and sent me to therapy and suicide watch.”
“Are you ok?” Dean said seriously.
“Yeah, I’m good.” She smiled. “You cleared things up for me, Mr. Winchester. Thank you.”
“No problem. Why aren’t you in class?”
“I asked to go to the bathroom. I’m going back to class now…” Haley walked to the door as Dean nodded. She turned back around quickly. “Mr. Winchester?”
“Yes?”
“Can you not call my parents, please?”
“My mums the words.” Dean smiled. “Now, get to class.”
She left and Dean went back to grading until the bell. He packed up the ungraded papers he was going to do tonight in his bag and put the lesson plans for tomorrow in his desk drawer. He erased his white board and put away the markers. He turned around to grab his bag when he heard the door open. He slung his bag over his shoulder and turned around to find Sam in the doorway.
“Sam, what the hell are you doing here? You are either supposed to be at work or at home with your wife who just had a baby 2 days ago.”
“Ruby is fine, Thomas is fine. I got off early. Ruby is having her female friends over to share war stories about labor and junk…I was wonder if you were free tonight to go out for a beer.” Sam gave his best puppy eyes. “We could head to the Roadhouse and drink with Jo and Ash.”
“I’m sorry, Sammy. I can’t I’m busy.” Dean said digging in the pocket of his ironed khaki pants.
“You are a lying son of a bitch.” Sam smirked.
“How so?” Dean asked…genuinely confused.
“I already asked Bobby. You asked for tonight off.” Sam blurted out.
Dean walked out of the room and held the door opened for Sam who followed him. Dean flicked off his lights and locked the door. “What do you want me to tell you, Sammy? It’s true I asked for tonight off. That part is true. I really have something planned for tonight.”
“A date with your right hand is not a date, Dean.”
Dean glared at his younger brother. “Shut up, bitch. I have a doctor’s appointment. It’s just an appointment to get me some prices down so I can’t think about some stuff. That’s all I can tell you right now.”
“Are you sick, Dean?” Sam gasped. “Oh God, Dean, don’t tell me your sick.”
“I’m not sick, Sam. Stop worrying about me.” Dean walked down the hall. “Now, I have to get home and get out of this monkey suit then head over to the doctor’s office for my 5 o’clock appointment. After that I have a shit ton of paper’s to grade.”
Sam gave a bitch face and that was that. Dean headed to his beloved Impala and Sam headed to his car and Dean went home changed and drove over to the office. He got this at 4:45…just in time.
Basically after a physical and talking prices and the right donor the total narrowed down to a hole in Dean’s pocket and he had one chance.
“$14,000?” Dean gaped.
“Yes, that’s for one treatment.” Dr. Milton added.
Dean nodded. “I can get that…somehow.”
“Now, you have to pick out the perfect donor.”
“I thought I said I wanted that anonymous?” Dean asked.
“Yes, you will not who the father is by name, but you will know his eye color, skin color, hair color, and nationality.”
Dean nodded and Dr. Milton handed him a book with different lists of names with their information it. After 10 minutes he came to an interesting person. Blue eyes, black hair, white, German background. “I like this guy.”
“Alright, I want to schedule you appointment for next week. Friday at this time?”
Dean was stunned at how quick things were moving. “Yeah, yeah, that’s fine. I can get you the money by then.”
“That’s fine. We can go ahead and implant the fertilized eggs at that appointment.” She remarked.
“That quick?” Dean asked shocked.
“Yes, that long part is waiting to find out if that attached and you are pregnant.”
Dean left the appointment shortly after that and immediately called Sam. It rang three times before the moose answered. “Have you finally decided to set your papers aside?”
“Sam, I need to talk to you about something important.”
“What’s up?”
“Can we talk at my apartment?”
“Yeah, sure. I’ll be over in 15.”
Dean pulled into a parking spot in his apartment complex. “Thanks Sammy.”
“No problem. Does this mean you changed your mind about that beer?”
“I don’t think you would want to get a beer with me after I talk with you.”
“Oh boy.”
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“14,000 dollars?” Sam gaped.
“I said the same thing.” Dean replied.
“Why would you want that much money, Dean?” Sam snapped.
Dean sighed. “I…I want to have a baby.”
“You what?”
“I want to have a baby.” Dean repeated.
“Then get fucked?” Sam blurted out.
Dean stood. “That’s the problem. Guys aren’t just lining up at my door. I haven’t had a boy/girlfriend that has longer than a month or so in a year. The last time I had a long term relationship was with Lisa and that was 4 years ago and you know how that ended.”
Sam crossed his arms over his chest. “So because you can’t get a partner or decided to have a baby?”
“I’ve wanted a family even before I knew what sex was. A person who can handle my craziest is either not out there or dead.”
“A person is out there, Dean. You just have to find it.”
“Yeah, maybe, but right now I want to stop trying.”
Sam closed his eyes. “Ok, I get you the money, but you owe me.”
Dean smiled. “Thanks Sammy!”
“Yeah, yeah, just know you are babysitting Thomas every Sunday for the next three months.”
“Deal.” Dean replied immediately. Dean couldn’t be happier.
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CAS’s POV
“Ok, buddy, say AH for me.” Cas asked his young patient. “Well, Mrs. Davis, I don’t think little Ricky swallowed a frog literally, I don’t see that his tonsil are slightly inflamed, causing the irritation. I think a quick bout of medication and he should be as right as rain.”
“Thank you, Dr. Novak.” The woman smiled.
Cas smiled and looked at his patient. “Now, Ricky, take it easy for the next few days.” He looked at the Mom. “Come back if he gets worse, but I think he should be fine with just some allergy medicine.”
She nodded and He walked them to the check out. That was Cas’s last patient for the night. H was ready to go home, cook himself something quick and sleep. This was his first year as an actual doctor. No more interning or classes. The only thing that made him different from all the other first year residents was that he wasn’t swimming in debt. His parents paid his way through college so now he was on his own.
Cas’s sex life and dating life were down the drain. There was no time. It was work, eat, and sleep 24/7. In other words, that sucked for him, because he wanted a family. Average house, white picket fence and 2.5 kids.
Today he walked to the locker room to grab his things but, first he stopped by the doctor’s lounge to grab a coffee. Only Crowley and Meg MaCloud were sitting in there. Meg was probably getting off her shift and Crowley was probably about to start his. They seemed stressed. Cas slowly made his coffee and listened.
“Meg, you said you wanted someone you knew. You can’t just say no to all of my friends who are willing.”
“I don’t want to do it with some douche who will just want to be paid to carry my baby, man or woman.”
Cas was curious now. Why couldn’t Meg carry her own baby? Cas smiled. He walked over to Crowley and Meg. “Hey guys, what’s got you two stressed?”
“It’s nothing, Castiel.” Crowley remarked.
“I heard something about carrying your baby. Meg, you can’t carry child?”
“Crowley has a low sperm count and I have a damaged fallopian tube.” Meg informed. “We were looking for someone to surrogate our baby.”
Cas nodded. “I’ll do it.”
Meg was wide eyed and Crowley stuttered a “what?”
“Yeah, I’ll do it only if y’all pay for the medical expenses.”
“Yeah, it’s done deal. Thanks Castiel.” Meg smiled then hugged Cas tight. “Would you like to start right away?”
“Sooner the less chance I have to change my mind.” Cas smirked.
“How about next week on Friday at 5?” Meg suggested as if she already scheduled the appointment.
“That’s perfect. I’ll see you then.”
“I can’t thank you again.” Meg beamed.
Cas stood and walked out of the room and towards his locker and he grabbed his things and headed home. He smiled the whole way to this car and into his house. He was going to have a baby. Even if he wasn’t going to keep the baby he was going to get a chance to be pregnant and experience having baby. That was ok with Cas.
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“Really, you’re going to carry Meg and Crowley’s baby for them?”
“How is that hard for you to understand, Anna?” Cas remarked handing the doctor a beer.
She smiled. “I understand, but I never pegged you as a family guy.”
Cas hissed and grabbed his chest. “Ow, that’s actually kinda hurt.”
“Shut up. I’m serious. You never talk about having kids.” Anna said waiting for Cas on the couch.
“I knew that my job would get the way of my love life and with that being said when I do have a night free guys aren’t just lining up to get with me.” Cas flopped on the couch beside his roomate. “Why not actually do something with the organs God gave me?”
“You have a point, Castiel, but there is a guy out there for you. You just haven’t found him yet.”
“Are you trying to get me out of carrying Megs baby or giving a pep talk…I’m getting a lot of mix signals.”
Anna laughed. “I’m just trying to put things into perspective.”
“I know.” Cas sighed as he stood. “I’m going to go to bed.”
“Wait, Castiel. I did have an interesting patient to tell you about.” Anna lunged over to grab Cas’s arm. “Please, Castiel, this guy is interesting.”
Cas huffed and sat down beside Anna again. “Who is this interesting guy?”
“Well, this guy wants to have a baby. He’s single and wants a baby.”
“Does this guy have a name?” Cas smiled.
“I don’t want to give that away. I’m doing the IVF treatment on him next Friday at 5.”
“That’s the same time I’m getting mine done. I think it’s with Gabriel?”
“Who else would you get to do that with other than your own brother?” Anna laughed.
Cas shook his head. “I would not let Gabriel look down there. That Meg and Crowley’s doing. I would chose you over him.”
Anna smiled. “I’m glad to know that but Gabriel as more years in the bank than I do when it comes to our job.”
“Gabriel, does know what he is doing.” Cas nodded.
“Now, this guy picked out a very unique sperm donor. Blue eyes, black hair, white, with a German background. I really want to see how his baby turns out because he has blonde hair, stunning green eyes, freckles.” Anna zoned out.
“But apparently gay if he wants to carry a child.” Cas nodded.
“I can be his beard.” Anna interjected.
“Yeah, that won’t look weird. A pregnant man dating a woman.”
Anna playfully slapped Cas’s arms. “How many eggs are they going to be implanting inside you?”
“I think five or six.” Cas had to think for a moment.
“This guy obviously doesn’t have a lot of money. I think he’s going one shot with this. He is only getting four eggs implanted.”
“What are the chances that all eggs will stick in me?” Cas asked crossing his legs into Indian style now facing Anna on the couch.
“It’s not liking that all eggs will stick. The likelihood of more than one sticking is hard to stay because it different every person. I think your chances are pretty good to get at least one. You keep your body pretty healthy.” Anna smiled. “Now, go rest up. Tomorrow is a once ever so often that both you and me have a day off together.”
Cas smirked. “Alright, goodnight Anna.”
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