InsaneJournal

Who: Jack Winchester and Zoe...Winchester. With appearances by Meri Winchester.
What: Waking up in a new time.
Where: Casa del Winchester.
When: Friday morning.
Rating: G. Maybe PG at most.
Status: Complete.

The light of the sun coming through the window and the sound of birds chirping pulled Jack from sleep and he groaned before shifting to pull his wife closer. He didn't particularly want to be awake yet, more than content to just keep sleeping in the warm cocoon of blankets, but he’d never been particularly skilled at falling back to sleep after the sun pulled him up from his dreams. Shifting to roll onto his back, he was surprised to find air underneath him before he hit the floor with a low grunt of pain. When had the bed gotten smaller?

Opening his eyes, he gave a frustrated sigh as he took in the small room with all its childish decorations, action figures and comic books. Awesome. He was in the past. Again. One day, Asaph would stop pulling this crap. Granted, that day didn’t seem to be coming any time soon, but a guy could dream. Lying on the floor, he took a moment to compose himself, before pulling himself to his feet and sitting down on the bed. Laying a hand on his wife’s shoulder through the blanket, he leaned down to kiss her cheek. Also through the blanket. He was pretty sure he aimed right.

"Zo, honey," he said softly. "You might want to wake up. We're at mom and dad’s house. In my childhood bedroom. In...my childhood. I’m estimating ten minutes before someone’s shouting. Probably Meri." Because of course his sister had come along for the ride. Asaph would never be stupid enough to split them up.

Zoe didn't want to wake up. She'd been having the most amazing dream, in which she and Jack were lounging about on the beach just outside of the city, enjoying the sunset and each other's company, without a care in the world. In the dream, she'd been skinny again, wearing the red bikini she'd purchased just after they were married, and things were just starting to heat up when, lo and behold, her husband pulled away from her, gave her a light shake, and began speaking about crazy things like waking up and being in the past.

With a mumbled response that vaguely resembled, "I love your sister but I'll stab her in the face if she actually starts yelling", Zoe did her best to pull the covers over her head and try to forget about the pesky fact that she was now very much awake and clearly not lying in the bed she normally shared with her husband. Sighing softly, she waited about three seconds or so before calling out from beneath her makeshift blanket cocoon, "For the record, that wasn't a legitimate threat. Obviously I'd stab her in the throat. It's much more effective." Then she slowly pulled the blanket away, revealing first the top of her head, her ears, the mop of blond curly mass of hair on her head, and finally, finally, her forehead then eyes.

"Adam or Asaph?" she questioned, voice still thick with the remnants of sleep and tone muffled from the blankets she stubbornly refused to pull fully away just yet. She'd get out of bed eventually, she was sure of it. Just... not right now, if she could absolutely help it.

Jack didn't mean to laugh. He really didn't. His wife just happened to be ridiculously adorable when she was half-asleep and disgruntled and threatening violence. Okay, she was ridiculously adorable pretty much all the time, but she was especially adorable when she was angry and still mostly asleep and threatening his sister. He knew Zoe and Meri would never actually hurt each other, but it was still funny when the threats happened. Chuckling quietly to himself, he darted a quick glance at his wife to make sure she wasn’t about to murder him for finding this funny. It was a distinct possibility.

"Go for the eyes," he said with a vague wave of his hand. "It'll stop her from retaliating as easily." Because he would never be naive enough to assume that a knife to the throat would actually stop Meri. Just slow her down a little. He was sort of glad that his sister and his wife had never come to physical blows. He really wasn't sure who would win that one. "Then go for the throat to stop the noise." It probably should have been a little disturbing that his reaction to violent threats was one of calm acceptance and helpful suggestions, but he was a Winchester. That was how he rolled.

"Asaph," he said without even needing to consider it. "Adam wouldn't risk his position as godfather this close to the babies coming." His best friend might occasionally be insane, but he was already ridiculously protective of the children who would be coming in the next few weeks. Jack stopped as something occurred to him. "Oh fuck," he said. "Your dad's going to try to kill me. Again."

With a soft snort that was a mixture of amusement and derision, Zoe finally began the arduous process of sitting up while extremely pregnant. Once she'd finally managed to do so, she rested for a moment - one hand on the swell of her stomach and the other being used to shove her hair away from her face - and tried to make sense of what was currently happening. The problem was, there was no making sense of it. It was just... a Colligo thing, as she had come to think of it, over the years. They were in the past, in her husband’s childhood bedroom, and she was in very real danger of going into labor at any given second.

And oh, yeah. Her dad was going to try to kill her husband. Again.

Offering Jack as reassuring smile as she could manage while still somehow wearing a 'that's because my dad loves me best' look, she patted his hand before inching toward the edge of the bed. "Don't worry, honey. I'll protect you from the scary vampire," she teased lightly before finally, finally, rising to her feet. She took the sheet with her as she stood, wrapping it around her body and casting a look over at Jack once she was fully covered and upright.

"I need clothes," she pointed out, about to tack on a very pointed she was pretty sure his younger self didn’t have maternity gowns just hanging about in his closet unless there was something he really wanted to tell her... but wound up simply sighing when a loud, somewhat muffled shout sounded from somewhere down the hallway.

"And Meri is now, officially, awake."

Jack looked down at his wife, raising an eyebrow at her complete inability to understand his perfectly justifiable fear of her father. Nikola Tesla was a terrifying individual, and he had no doubt the man would murder him. Kate was scarier, but she actually liked him and had taken the news of Zoe's pregnancy well. As had Skylar. Nikola on the other hand, put the mad in mad scientist, and Jack was fairly certain the guy hated him and was plotting his death. And he wasn’t being at all irrational about this. Really. The man had made a death ray. Jack could only imagine what he would make to deal with him when he found out, again, that he had knocked up his daughter.

Not that he thought about it like that, since Zoe was his wife, but he didn't expect Nikola to be rational about this.

"I get the sense that you're not taking my completely valid and not at all paranoid concerns seriously," he said dryly, punctuating the words with a sigh. "But I guess I have nothing to fear if you're protecting me." He grinned as his wife got up, looking at her with a smile that Meri tended to call 'pathetically infatuated'. "I don't see why you need clothes," he said petulantly. "I like you without clothes. You look great without clothes." What? Yes, he was stuck in the past and possibly about to be murdered by his father-in-law, but he was still a Winchester. And his wife was very attractive.

He sighed, shaking his head at the sound of Meri definitely finding herself suddenly in the past. "I guess we probably should find some clothes," he said after a moment. "And brace ourselves for explosions."

Zoe smiled and shook her head, tugging the sheet a bit tighter around her body. "Considering your parents are probably about to show up at the door at any moment, I'm thinking the clothing thing might be a little urgent," she pointed out, once more shoving her mop of hair out of her face as she peered around the room on the off chance Asaph had taken some pity on her and at least given her a robe or something. Nope. Not that lucky. With a soft sigh, she looked back to her husband. "Just because you like me without clothes doesn’t mean I want your parents seeing me that way," she added mildly.

She might have said more, probably would have, if a rather loud banging hadn’t come from the door that very instant. Zoe snorted softly. "And cue an irritated Meri in five, four, three, two..." she murmured with a wink at Jack. Sure enough, by the time she’d mouthed the word 'one', Meri's voice rang out from the hallway.

"Jack, open up." Another knock. "And don't be small." Another knock. "And have some clothes because the toga look really isn't working for me."

Jack sighed. "Fine," he said, getting up and moving over to the closet, careless of the fact that he wasn't wearing anything. "I guess we can try not to scandalize my parents. Though...they're going to know we have sex. Can't exactly hide that." Looking at the top shelf, he pulled out some pants and a t-shirt that looked like they would fit him and tugged them on. Looking through the other stuff, he found spare clothes for Meri, presumably in case she came to his room before looking for clothes, and... "Looks like mom and dad were prepared for anything," he said, tossing his wife a dress that was definitely maternity sized. "Even Meri showing up pregnant...which is something I don't even want to consider." The idea of his sister ever having a kid was vaguely horrifying. He was sure Meri would agree.

Right as his wife hit the number 'one', Jack heard his sister. Meri really was incredibly predictable when she was upset or annoyed or...all the time really. "I'm here," he called back, grabbing the clothes for Meri from the closet. "So's Zo. Give me just a second." Making sure Zoe'd had time to get dressed, he opened the door and held the bundle of clothes out to his sister.

"It's like mom and dad knew you’d come here before looking for clothes in your own room," he teased. "But there. Now you can get dressed and not embarrass dad."

He looked at his sister and his wife and considered the fact that they were now in the reasonably distant past, where his wife could very well give birth at any time, and his father-in-law would probably murder him. There was really only one thing to be done.

"So," he said calmly. "Breakfast?"