Winchester Lullaby
Title: Winchester Lullaby 3A Fandom: Supernatural Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam, Dean, Gracie Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just play with them Feedback: makes my world go round. Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #024 - Family. Sam and Dean talk about how Sam/Jo came to be.
The boys got home and Johnny was still asleep. Gracie said he hadn't made a single peep but she'd gone in to check on him anyway a few times. Sam was relieved to find that Gracie had taken good care of his son.
Dean punched him in the shoulder, "Told you not to worry."
Sam felt his cheeks turn red. He hung up his coat and then went to see Johnny. Sam knew he was fine, he'd just missed him and needed to see his face.
"I'm gonna turn in," Gracie kissed Dean and told Sam goodnight before she walked off to the den.
Dean sat on the couch not really watching tv. "So," his voice seemed loud since the tv was turned down to a murmur. "Would it be better or worse for you if I was up when Jo got home?"
"It wouldn't make a difference," Sam laughed. "Jo's just protective of her baby. After all the loved ones we've lost, you can't blame her."
"Nope. Guess not."
They went back to not really staring at the tv.
"How did you two end up married?" Dean asked.
"You were there, Dean."
"Yeah, I was at the wedding," he tried to reword his question. "But, how did she go from being Dad's wife to being yours?"
"It is an issue for you?"
"No, dude. I've just wondered and so now I'm asking."
"We were friends when Dad was alive," Sam chose his words carefully. "We started to grow close when you guys left to hunt the yellow-eyed demon and I stayed here with her. Dad's dying and Johnny's birth hit her like a ton of bricks. She was thrilled to be a mother, sad to be a widow, and scared of what her future might hold.
Initially, I stayed around to help out and to be supportive. Jo's the one that brought up romance. Once she brought it up, our relationship took off from there."
"Wasn't it weird to sleep with Dad's wife?"
"When we were being intimate, she was someone who had lost her first husband. Just like how I lost Jess. We could understand what the other had lost and there was no judging when emotions ran high. When you hurt that deep down, it just happens."
Dean nodded, taking it in. "So if I would have made a move on her--"
"She would have punched you in the face," Sam interrupted. "She was hurting, not stupid."
Dean just shrugged. "So did you have a thing for her when we'd see her at the Road House?"
Sam didn't answer.
"Did you?"
"You were the one she was after, Dean, not me," Sam admitted. "She's changed in some ways. Danger isn't appealing anymore. Dad was good for her. She grew up."
"She's still just so bratty to me at times, " Dean said.
"That's because you're still you, Dean. She's just throwing your own crap back at you. It doesn't happen as often as it used to, though."
"We're getting better," Dean agreed. "We have to, we're family."