The Mark of the Beast Chapter 5
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John tipped his glass to the bartender indicating that he wanted another drink. He really shouldn’t be drinking because of the heavy-duty pain pills that he’d taken earlier, but after talking to Missouri, he needed something to dull his senses even further. He didn’t even give her time to explain about Sam, he just left the house.
As he sat there in that bar trying to drown his sorrows, he tried to work out how his seven-year-old son made his eleven-year-old brother vanish for a week and mate with him and he’d not seen any of it. He would like to yell and scream at Missouri that she was wrong, but in all of the years that he’d known her, she’d never been wrong. Not once.
It was late when John made his way back to Missouri’s. Part of him was hoping that it was too late for her to be awake, and part was hoping that if she were, then he would be too drunk to have this discussion; then again, he realized that he would never be sober enough for this conversation.
He saw the light on in the kitchen as he entered the house and heard water running and he knew that she was awake and waiting for him. Fuck. He quickly made his way to the bathroom to relieve his bladder and then to the bedroom to check on Dean to see if he was still asleep, if he was still there. Once he finally made his way to the kitchen, he found Missouri sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee waiting for him.
He drank his coffee and shook his head as though if he did that was going to change what she’d told him earlier. Unfortunately, it didn’t work so he asked, “So, Sammy is Dean’s Alpha, how the fuck is that even possible?”
“John this is dark magic, I’m talking about some evil shit. The Sammy that cast this spell is not that chubby little kid you left with Bobby; this is a full-grown man who’s filled with pain and grief. He is from a different time but he had to be powerful to pull this off John. You have to teach Dean how to protect himself or when they get older think about what he can do to Dean.
“You’re right Missouri; I have to make it hard for Dean to remember that he’s an Omega, to think like an Alpha. I will train him and keep him on suppressants. There’s no way he can keep this baby, he just…can’t. If Sammy is able to bend time and take Dean, what will he do when he realizes that this baby is his and we’ve kept this information from him? I’m terrified that he will take the love that Dean has for him and their child and distort it and turn it into something ugly.” He was picturing some of the evil things that he’d seen in his life in the name of love, and there was no way he was going to let Dean suffer at his brother’s hands, so he made a decision. The baby had to go.
“Missouri, there is no way that Dean can keep this child, not when there’s the chance that Sammy could hurt them both, I can’t let that happen.”
“John if you take that baby from that boy it will kill him. Think about it, he’s an Omega, he’s built to nurture, and if he knows that he has a child out there and he’s not a part of its life he will grieve himself to death,” Missouri told him as she desperately tried to make John understand. “If you have to separate that boy from his child then you’d better find a different way than snatching it straight from his womb and giving it away.”
John didn’t sleep very well that night because all he thought about was his conversation with Missouri and her warning and he realized that she was right; that there was no way that Dean would survive knowing that someone else had his child. As much as it pained him, there was just no way, that Dean could keep this baby. Omega or not, an eleven year old was not mature or responsible enough to raise a child, and besides, John had already ruined the lives of two children, there was no way he would add a third to the fuck up that was his life.
Not weighing the pros and the cons of this decision because someone had to be an unfeeling son of a bitch and make the tough calls. Before he talked himself out of it, John picked up his phone and made three calls. The first one was to a doctor he knew that had patched him up when it wasn’t safe to go to a hospital, Dr. Robert, and the second to Bobby’s friend, Frank Devereaux for some forged paperwork and the third to Kate Milligan, someone who would love Dean’s baby unconditionally.
By the time he and Dean were back in Sioux falls, Frank had provided him with the paperwork needed to give him legal guardianship over his son, signed by Dean’s nonexistent Alpha and adoption paperwork to give Kate the child she’d wanted and Dean didn’t need. For a large fee, John had also secured a promise from the doctor to help him put everything into action.
Dean was miserable. His back has been hurting for days, and it didn’t matter whether he was sitting, standing or lying down he couldn’t seem to get comfortable. Because of the trouble last year with Parker, the Omegas were still being taught together and they don’t mingle with the other students until lunch or a home economics class, so Dean was free to walk around without disrupting a room full of students.
He recognized that symptoms because he’d read about them, and knew that the pain was his body preparing for the baby to come. The thought that he was about to give birth made him both excited and scared. Lately he’s been thinking more and more about the baby. Things like who he look will like, what color his eyes will be. Sam was a good baby; he hoped his son would be too. If he were older, he would just quit school so that he could stay home, but he knew that he was too young to do that. Daddy was his Alpha in his true Alphas’ stead and he wasn’t going to let him quit school at eleven years old.
Sammy laughed at him when he talked to the baby, but he’d read that babies could hear and he wanted his son to recognize his voice. He’d picked out a name; he was going to call him John Robert Winchester after the Alphas who thought that he was worth sticking around for.
“Dean Winchester!” his teacher, Mrs. Hart, snapped at him. Holding the chalk out to him she demanded, “Please come to the board and work problem 12.”
Dean knew that he should have been paying attention to his teacher, but his body wouldn’t let him. He slowly eased out of the chair and waddled to the front of the room. During the short walk to the board, he was trying to find a way out of this without embarrassing himself. He first studied the problem, hoping that the answer would come to him. He knew that he didn’t know the answer but he would try anyway. Just as he put the chalk to the board, Evan said, “Dean, you peed on yourself.”
It seemed that all at once everything became a blur. Mrs. Hart was being nice, and kept asking how he felt and all the while he wanted to die from embarrassment. He’d peed on himself like a little kid. While he was trying to sink through the floor and hide, Mrs. Hart was guiding him from the room and to the nurse’s office where they called his daddy.
While the nurse and his teacher tried to contact his daddy or Uncle Bobby, a pain ripped through his body causing him to scream from the intensity of it.
“What’s wrong,” Dean cried. “I want my daddy, please get my daddy.”
“Oh sweetheart,” Mrs. Hart murmured as she held his little body trying to comfort him as the pain eased up. “Your contractions have started. Try to relax okay. Your dad will be here soon.”
The pain soon subsided but Dean continued to let his teacher hold him, as he tucked his head in the crook of her neck he closed his eyes and pretended that it was his mother holding and comforting him. He loved his daddy, but sometimes he wished his mom were still alive.
It seemed that just when he got over the pain of the first contraction, the second one came along and he felt like he was dying. His doctor and his dad had attempted to prepare him for the actual labor, but all they had told him was that it was going to hurt. They lied, stubbing your toe. That hurt. This felt as though his body was being ripped apart and he wanted this thing out of him.
His daddy finally came, it reality it only took him thirty minutes to get to the school, but the two contractions made it feel as though it was thirty hours. Daddy was here and he was going to make it all better.
“You ready to go Dean?” John asked.
“He just started another contraction,” his teacher answered for him. “I’m not sure that he’ll be able to walk out of here on his own.”
Dean didn’t see the tears in his father’s eyes because the pain that he was going through, the only thing he remembered was his father taking him from Mrs. Hart and carrying him to the car where Bobby was waiting for them.
The labor was long and painful, and after forty-eight hours, Dr. Robert was discussing with John the possibility of performing a cesarean to give his body a rest. Dean wanted to protest, but he knew that as his Alpha ad litem, his dad would overrule what he wanted anyway. The two men talked about him as though he couldn’t hear them; he was in labor not dead, and just a few seconds from screaming for them to make a decision. A few hours ago, he might have protested about them cutting him, but now he’d do anything to get the baby out and make the pain stop.
“Dean, I’m going to check you again,” Dr. Robert, informed him as he pulled the sheets back and placed his feet into the stirrups. “If you haven’t dilated enough, we may need to think about alternative solutions.”
“’kay,” Dean agreed just to get him to hurry along and get this over with. If they were going to do the cesarean, then he hoped that it would be soon.
Dr. Robert pulled the sheet down and smiled at Dean, “It looks like someone has been busy, you’re at eight centimeters, and so it won’t be long before the baby comes.”
It seemed that the doctor was right, an hour later his son was born, and then died. A part of Dean wished that he’d died with him.
Dean went home two days later with an empty womb and a heavy heart. Sammy did his best to try to cheer him up, but Dean wasn’t in the mood and sent him away. He loved Sammy, but Sammy was his dad’s baby and for the past eight months, he’d been preparing to have his own. Now he felt empty and useless, because both his Alpha and his baby had rejected him.
Once he finally made it out of the bed, he went downstairs to seek out his brother and apologize for being mean to him he heard his dad and Uncle Bobby arguing about someone named Kate and the fact that his baby wasn’t here with them. He was going to go back upstairs until he heard Uncle Bobby say, “Well since Dean doesn’t have a baby there really is no reason for you to stay here, so pack your shit and your boys and go!”
Dean ran back to the room he shared with Sammy, and had barely made it back when his father burst in and told him to pack his and Sammy’s things because they were leaving. The murderous expression on John’s face told Dean that this wasn’t the time to argue and he pulled out his duffle bag and started packing.
Thirty minutes later, everything that they owned was in the trunk of the Impala and he and Sammy were in the back seat waiting for their father to join them. John was almost at the driver’s side when he walked back towards Bobby.
“Come on Bobby,” John cajoled, but the bullet that flew past his head had him jumping into the car and tearing out of the junkyard. Dean felt a hot tear roll down his cheek while he watched Bobby Singer get smaller as they drove away. He’d cost them a home and a friend, but he swore to himself that he’d make it up to his dad and Sammy.
Chapter 6 http://cillab42.livejournal.com/51001.html
John tipped his glass to the bartender indicating that he wanted another drink. He really shouldn’t be drinking because of the heavy-duty pain pills that he’d taken earlier, but after talking to Missouri, he needed something to dull his senses even further. He didn’t even give her time to explain about Sam, he just left the house.
As he sat there in that bar trying to drown his sorrows, he tried to work out how his seven-year-old son made his eleven-year-old brother vanish for a week and mate with him and he’d not seen any of it. He would like to yell and scream at Missouri that she was wrong, but in all of the years that he’d known her, she’d never been wrong. Not once.
It was late when John made his way back to Missouri’s. Part of him was hoping that it was too late for her to be awake, and part was hoping that if she were, then he would be too drunk to have this discussion; then again, he realized that he would never be sober enough for this conversation.
He saw the light on in the kitchen as he entered the house and heard water running and he knew that she was awake and waiting for him. Fuck. He quickly made his way to the bathroom to relieve his bladder and then to the bedroom to check on Dean to see if he was still asleep, if he was still there. Once he finally made his way to the kitchen, he found Missouri sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee waiting for him.
He drank his coffee and shook his head as though if he did that was going to change what she’d told him earlier. Unfortunately, it didn’t work so he asked, “So, Sammy is Dean’s Alpha, how the fuck is that even possible?”
“John this is dark magic, I’m talking about some evil shit. The Sammy that cast this spell is not that chubby little kid you left with Bobby; this is a full-grown man who’s filled with pain and grief. He is from a different time but he had to be powerful to pull this off John. You have to teach Dean how to protect himself or when they get older think about what he can do to Dean.
“You’re right Missouri; I have to make it hard for Dean to remember that he’s an Omega, to think like an Alpha. I will train him and keep him on suppressants. There’s no way he can keep this baby, he just…can’t. If Sammy is able to bend time and take Dean, what will he do when he realizes that this baby is his and we’ve kept this information from him? I’m terrified that he will take the love that Dean has for him and their child and distort it and turn it into something ugly.” He was picturing some of the evil things that he’d seen in his life in the name of love, and there was no way he was going to let Dean suffer at his brother’s hands, so he made a decision. The baby had to go.
“Missouri, there is no way that Dean can keep this child, not when there’s the chance that Sammy could hurt them both, I can’t let that happen.”
“John if you take that baby from that boy it will kill him. Think about it, he’s an Omega, he’s built to nurture, and if he knows that he has a child out there and he’s not a part of its life he will grieve himself to death,” Missouri told him as she desperately tried to make John understand. “If you have to separate that boy from his child then you’d better find a different way than snatching it straight from his womb and giving it away.”
John didn’t sleep very well that night because all he thought about was his conversation with Missouri and her warning and he realized that she was right; that there was no way that Dean would survive knowing that someone else had his child. As much as it pained him, there was just no way, that Dean could keep this baby. Omega or not, an eleven year old was not mature or responsible enough to raise a child, and besides, John had already ruined the lives of two children, there was no way he would add a third to the fuck up that was his life.
Not weighing the pros and the cons of this decision because someone had to be an unfeeling son of a bitch and make the tough calls. Before he talked himself out of it, John picked up his phone and made three calls. The first one was to a doctor he knew that had patched him up when it wasn’t safe to go to a hospital, Dr. Robert, and the second to Bobby’s friend, Frank Devereaux for some forged paperwork and the third to Kate Milligan, someone who would love Dean’s baby unconditionally.
By the time he and Dean were back in Sioux falls, Frank had provided him with the paperwork needed to give him legal guardianship over his son, signed by Dean’s nonexistent Alpha and adoption paperwork to give Kate the child she’d wanted and Dean didn’t need. For a large fee, John had also secured a promise from the doctor to help him put everything into action.
Dean was miserable. His back has been hurting for days, and it didn’t matter whether he was sitting, standing or lying down he couldn’t seem to get comfortable. Because of the trouble last year with Parker, the Omegas were still being taught together and they don’t mingle with the other students until lunch or a home economics class, so Dean was free to walk around without disrupting a room full of students.
He recognized that symptoms because he’d read about them, and knew that the pain was his body preparing for the baby to come. The thought that he was about to give birth made him both excited and scared. Lately he’s been thinking more and more about the baby. Things like who he look will like, what color his eyes will be. Sam was a good baby; he hoped his son would be too. If he were older, he would just quit school so that he could stay home, but he knew that he was too young to do that. Daddy was his Alpha in his true Alphas’ stead and he wasn’t going to let him quit school at eleven years old.
Sammy laughed at him when he talked to the baby, but he’d read that babies could hear and he wanted his son to recognize his voice. He’d picked out a name; he was going to call him John Robert Winchester after the Alphas who thought that he was worth sticking around for.
“Dean Winchester!” his teacher, Mrs. Hart, snapped at him. Holding the chalk out to him she demanded, “Please come to the board and work problem 12.”
Dean knew that he should have been paying attention to his teacher, but his body wouldn’t let him. He slowly eased out of the chair and waddled to the front of the room. During the short walk to the board, he was trying to find a way out of this without embarrassing himself. He first studied the problem, hoping that the answer would come to him. He knew that he didn’t know the answer but he would try anyway. Just as he put the chalk to the board, Evan said, “Dean, you peed on yourself.”
It seemed that all at once everything became a blur. Mrs. Hart was being nice, and kept asking how he felt and all the while he wanted to die from embarrassment. He’d peed on himself like a little kid. While he was trying to sink through the floor and hide, Mrs. Hart was guiding him from the room and to the nurse’s office where they called his daddy.
While the nurse and his teacher tried to contact his daddy or Uncle Bobby, a pain ripped through his body causing him to scream from the intensity of it.
“What’s wrong,” Dean cried. “I want my daddy, please get my daddy.”
“Oh sweetheart,” Mrs. Hart murmured as she held his little body trying to comfort him as the pain eased up. “Your contractions have started. Try to relax okay. Your dad will be here soon.”
The pain soon subsided but Dean continued to let his teacher hold him, as he tucked his head in the crook of her neck he closed his eyes and pretended that it was his mother holding and comforting him. He loved his daddy, but sometimes he wished his mom were still alive.
It seemed that just when he got over the pain of the first contraction, the second one came along and he felt like he was dying. His doctor and his dad had attempted to prepare him for the actual labor, but all they had told him was that it was going to hurt. They lied, stubbing your toe. That hurt. This felt as though his body was being ripped apart and he wanted this thing out of him.
His daddy finally came, it reality it only took him thirty minutes to get to the school, but the two contractions made it feel as though it was thirty hours. Daddy was here and he was going to make it all better.
“You ready to go Dean?” John asked.
“He just started another contraction,” his teacher answered for him. “I’m not sure that he’ll be able to walk out of here on his own.”
Dean didn’t see the tears in his father’s eyes because the pain that he was going through, the only thing he remembered was his father taking him from Mrs. Hart and carrying him to the car where Bobby was waiting for them.
The labor was long and painful, and after forty-eight hours, Dr. Robert was discussing with John the possibility of performing a cesarean to give his body a rest. Dean wanted to protest, but he knew that as his Alpha ad litem, his dad would overrule what he wanted anyway. The two men talked about him as though he couldn’t hear them; he was in labor not dead, and just a few seconds from screaming for them to make a decision. A few hours ago, he might have protested about them cutting him, but now he’d do anything to get the baby out and make the pain stop.
“Dean, I’m going to check you again,” Dr. Robert, informed him as he pulled the sheets back and placed his feet into the stirrups. “If you haven’t dilated enough, we may need to think about alternative solutions.”
“’kay,” Dean agreed just to get him to hurry along and get this over with. If they were going to do the cesarean, then he hoped that it would be soon.
Dr. Robert pulled the sheet down and smiled at Dean, “It looks like someone has been busy, you’re at eight centimeters, and so it won’t be long before the baby comes.”
It seemed that the doctor was right, an hour later his son was born, and then died. A part of Dean wished that he’d died with him.
Dean went home two days later with an empty womb and a heavy heart. Sammy did his best to try to cheer him up, but Dean wasn’t in the mood and sent him away. He loved Sammy, but Sammy was his dad’s baby and for the past eight months, he’d been preparing to have his own. Now he felt empty and useless, because both his Alpha and his baby had rejected him.
Once he finally made it out of the bed, he went downstairs to seek out his brother and apologize for being mean to him he heard his dad and Uncle Bobby arguing about someone named Kate and the fact that his baby wasn’t here with them. He was going to go back upstairs until he heard Uncle Bobby say, “Well since Dean doesn’t have a baby there really is no reason for you to stay here, so pack your shit and your boys and go!”
Dean ran back to the room he shared with Sammy, and had barely made it back when his father burst in and told him to pack his and Sammy’s things because they were leaving. The murderous expression on John’s face told Dean that this wasn’t the time to argue and he pulled out his duffle bag and started packing.
Thirty minutes later, everything that they owned was in the trunk of the Impala and he and Sammy were in the back seat waiting for their father to join them. John was almost at the driver’s side when he walked back towards Bobby.
“Come on Bobby,” John cajoled, but the bullet that flew past his head had him jumping into the car and tearing out of the junkyard. Dean felt a hot tear roll down his cheek while he watched Bobby Singer get smaller as they drove away. He’d cost them a home and a friend, but he swore to himself that he’d make it up to his dad and Sammy.
Chapter 6 http://cillab42.livejournal.com/51001.html