Chloe (deckc) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2023-08-30 17:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !completed gdoc, [plot] future kids take 8, chloe decker (deckc), sam winchester (agentpage), ~2023 august |
Who: Sam Winchester, Chloe Decker with DJ and John
Where: Their House
When: Start of kid plot
Warnings: none
Sam hadn’t wanted to wake up that morning since he had slept very little the night before. He thought sometimes with the way he sweated that he was going through the change of life. While he was certainly old enough, right in the age range, he wasn’t female enough to have the right hormones to actually have that kind of experience. It was one of the side effects of one of the six hundred medications he was on, so he just took a shower, changed into clean a clean t-shirt and sweat pants (more sweat!) and went bleary eyed and dumb an hour early for his morning run. At least he didn’t have to go to work today. He had another week before he started the new job, and he was excited and nervous about that. When he returned, the formerly dark sky was now light, and the thought of going for a swim was too tempting to let pass. So he jogged around the house and went in the back door, slipping out of his shoes before he went inside and headed towards the kitchen. Sam stopped in his tracks and looked at the back of a dark head of hair, standing in their open refrigerator, seemingly in no hurry, with a carton of milk tipped up to his lips. Damn, he didn’t have his gun. Who did that? Who was that? “Hey,” he said gruffly as he walked over. What kind of question did you ask someone hanging out in your fridge? “Pretty sure you’re in the wrong house, man.” Yeah, scary Sam. The first sign that something was up was that the room he had fallen asleep in was not the same. It looked like it belonged to a much younger child and none of his clothes fit. "Great," he muttered under his breath, wondering if John had experienced the same thing. When he glanced over at the clock he realized it was still pretty early and his younger brother liked to sleep in, so he decided to wait it out. Absolutely starving, he took a quick trip to the bathroom and then made his way down the stairs to the kitchen. He was fairly certain he was the only one awake, so he didn't think twice before he started guzzling milk from the carton. He heard his father's voice from behind and almost choked on the milk, some of it spilling down his chin. "Not cool, dad." DJ rolled his eyes and shoved the milk back into the fridge, wiping his arm over his face before grabbing a paper towel off the counter. He turned to face his dad and grinned, taking note of how much younger he was. "I'm not in the wrong house. I'm just in the wrong year, I guess." DJ added with a shrug, unsure how to explain it. "You named me after Uncle Dean, because he was…well, you know." His expression sombered a bit, not wanting to think about that. "You know how the dome thing likes to have fun with us. I guess this is one of its tricks." He paused for a moment and studied his dad closely. "Do you think I can borrow some clothes? Mine are all a bit too small." “Dad?” Sam lifted his brow as he waited to see the young man in his refrigerator. Was John back? It wasn’t that weird that he’d be back and older. The dome that wasn’t a dome anymore did fun shit like that. But when he turned, Sam’s breath left him, and his lips were parted. Before he even started talking again, Sam knew exactly who he was looking at. He’d been looking at that face and into those eyes since he was 12 seconds old. His expression softened and he let his son finish what he was saying, giving a strong nod at the part about Dean. He didn’t want to think about Dean not being around either, Sam thought he’d love to see this. Considering how close he and DJ were, he was sure he’d love getting this sneak peek at what he would be like when he was older. “Oh my God,” Sam said when DJ finished talking. “You might hate this dome trick, but I’m loving it.” He finished crossing the room and swept DJ into a tight hug, sweaty and everything. It wasn’t everyday you got to do this. “Look at you,” he pulled back and patted DJ’s cheek, as he gave him a proud once over, and he couldn’t stop grinning and ruffling DJ’s hair. “Clothes,” he said finally, kissing DJ’s forehead. “Yeah you can borrow anything you want.” He looked over at the empty doorway, wondering if his fiancée was still asleep. She had to see this too. “Chloe!” He called out. He wasn’t sure she would hear him, but he’d remedy that soon. "Gross, dad. You're all sweaty and you smell. Did you run like five miles or something?" DJ laughed, though his dad was actually kind of a mess. "What year is it anyway? I guess I'm not that old from what you know. Judging by the room, I would probably say about seven or eight." He wished that he could have sat down and had a talk with his younger self, but it was probably for the best. "I hope John is here." He remembered when his brother had shown up last time and they were the same age, despite being so many years apart. "I'm glad it was you who caught me and not Mom. I would never hear the end of it." Chloe had woken up a few minutes ago and after checking on DJ and finding his room empty, she figured he went downstairs to get himself some cereal. She had been about to head down when she heard Sam yell for her and she bolted down the stairs. Chloe ran so fast that she slid across the tiled floor in her socks. Her hair was all over the place and she was wearing a sweatshirt of Sam's that was obviously too big, but worked well to cover her up. "What's wrong? Is DJ okay?" She questioned, slightly panicked. "Hey, mom. I'm fine. No need to worry." DJ replied with a smile. It took her a second before it started to come together and she nodded. "Oh, right. Does that mean John is here?" “Ten miles,” Sam answered. He must be getting lazy in the future if that was DJ’s guess. He ruffled DJ’s hair and finally grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. “Don’t worry, we have a hose, rinse you right off,” Sam joked and took a very long drink of his water. “I caught you, but I’m telling her,” Sam was apparently full of jokes this morning. He wasn’t really going to say anything, it was kind of a non issue to him, but he’d lived that kind of thing his whole life, drinking out of cartons, he was sure Chloe was going to do some yelling at him to break him of the habit. “You’re six, and it’s uh- 2323. I still haven’t really gotten used to saying that with a straight face. We just got this house - the mini mansion, if that helps with your memory since you were little.” He started to ask about John, literally had his mouth open to speak, when he was stopped by the sound of socked feet sliding across tiles. Sam grinned at her and let DJ talk. John heard the shout for Chloe and sat up straight immediately. Was it a fire? A flood? Why was dad yelling for mom? It took him a full second or twenty but he looked around and noticed the boxes in his room, along with the fact that he had been asleep on the floor and assumed this was a trick of the dome. Another one. As a long term resident he had been victim to tons, but he wasn’t really sure what this one was. At least he was dressed, track pants and a t-shirt. The closet that normally housed his clothes was completely empty. We’re they moving? Oh right, fire. He followed the sound of voices to the general kitchen area and tried to listen to what he was walking into. “Did someone say my name?” he grinned and turned the corner into the kitchen and paused to kiss his mom’s cheek and stopped next to her. She looked the same, maybe her hair was a little longer, but - “I don’t know what it is, but you look different,” he pointed at DJ and then he pointed at Sam with mock surprise. “And you have hair.” Sam did in his reality too, but he knew his dad was vain about it and would have a minor freak out. “Is this - are we in the past? That universe hopping kid thing?” “Woah, wait a second.” DJ looked over at his brother, who was supposed to be his younger brother. “When did you get so old?” He commented curiously, moving over to examine his brother more closely. He was so caught up in the fact they were about the same age that he didn’t even get to laugh in response to John’s joke about their father’s hair. “I’m not sure that I can hang out with you like this. You might steal all the girls away from me.” DJ teased his younger brother and gave him a playful nudge. Chloe gasped softly and moved to cup John’s face with both hands, kissing his forehead. “Sweetheart, you’re so grown up and handsome.” At that DJ cleared his throat, and Chloe smiled. “You both are incredibly handsome young boys.” Her fingers moved to run through John’s hair and she just stared at him in admiration. With the years ticking away, Chloe found herself wondering if John would ever exist and she wanted to enjoy the time with him while she still could. “I should make breakfast. I’m sure you’re both hungry.” She gave DJ a kiss on the cheek and moved to stand in front of Sam. “And you, mister, don’t ever shout for me like that unless it’s a serious emergency.” Chloe scolded him playfully, giving him a kiss before she moved to get started on breakfast. John grinned as DJ came closer to him. His brother didn’t really look all that different, maybe shorter or shorter hair maybe? He was still young, teenager, he guessed if John was younger than this in his timeline. “You don’t have to worry about me stealing all the girls,” John said, teasingly. “I’ll let you have a couple.” He would tell DJ later that he had a girlfriend already, he doubted right now would be the most appropriate time for that. He hoped somehow she was here, along with at least some of his friends. “Mooom,” he said with mock annoyance; he really loved the attention. He was spoiled to it, it wasn’t his fault, his parents liked to give him and DJ both all of their attention. “But I am starving. Are you making pancakes?” Dad would die if he asked for chocolate chips in them, but dad didn’t know his eating habits here. Hmm. “But dearest,” Sam began with a laugh. “It was an emergency. DJ was drinking out of the carton of milk.” He was positive Chloe wouldn’t yell at DJ about it. The tone of the morning was a jovial one, a light one. He kept looking at the boys, he couldn’t believe they were both here like this, it seemed like they were just little together when John was here last, and now here they were teenagers together. Looking at DJ was like looking back at his teenage self and it made him think of his dad. He wished John were here all the time, but he hoped DJ was a nicer kid than Sam was at his age. Sam moved to stand between his sons and flung an arm around their shoulders, giving them each a kiss on the temple. God, it was going to be bad when they went away this time. “You want some help?” He asked Chloe, and glanced at each boy in turn. “Help your mom,” he joked as he moved away from them towards the fridge to get something out. He wasn’t even sure what to grab. “We have those cookie cutter thing’s shaped like dinosaurs, DJ. Still like t-Rex shaped toast?” "Whaaaat?!" Chloe exclaimed in horror and reached out to swat DJ on the shoulder. "How many times have I told you not to do that? It hasn't even sunken in at this age?" She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, though she wasn't really upset. It was just a hazard of being the only female in the house. "Dad! You said you wouldn't tell her. I don't tell her about all the times I catch you doing it, do I?" DJ replied smugly, more than happy to throw his father under the bus. Chloe shook her head in disbelief and glanced over at Sam. "We'll talk about that later. For now, I have to make breakfast for a couple of hungry boys, and their daddy." She pressed a kiss to Sam's cheek and started to get breakfast ready. "I can most certainly make you pancakes, John." DJ looked at his father with a raised brow over the t-rex question. "I'm a grown adult, dad. I think I'm a little too mature for that." It was a blatant lie; he just didn't want to look lame in front of John. Sam could barely conceal his laughter when Chloe swatted DJ on the arm. He knew she wouldn’t be pissed about it, but he knew the interaction would be comical, and he couldn’t resist. “But I’m older, set in my ways. Your mom knows I’m not going to be able to stop, but we still have some hope for you.” It was never not going to amaze him when he thought of this moment. This was what he and Dean had both wanted in their lives, so badly, and it had taken everything to get here. He was sure Dean had 75 kids sprinkled around Madison to see to, but he would tell him about this, and get pictures. So many pictures. So many. John saw the wistful look on his dad’s face as his mom kissed his cheek, and he was glad that he and DJ could give them this. He had always hoped he would never be in that universe hopping group, but he was happy he was here. “I’m not too old,” he grinned at his older brother. “If you could T-Rex up my pancakes, and my toast, I’d love it.” He walked over and started pulling out silverware and cups to set out for them, opening cabinets and drawers like he had always been there. “Mom, where are the plates?” He said after peeking in to a few doors. “You guys have stuff in different places, and I’m shocked,” he laughed. “They’ve just always been here.” He opened a cabinet where there were coffee filters and a canister of coffee and nothing else. And now that he looked at them, the cups and glasses seemed different too. It was weird to think of your parents having lives before you existed. “No,” Chloe growled, continuing to swat Sam in a playful manner. “Being old is not an excuse and I will get you to obey. Even if I have to-” DJ cleared his throat to remind them that they were standing within earshot and Chloe blushed slightly. “Well, I’m sure you know that good boys get rewarded.” She added quietly, patting Sam’s chest before turning back around. “Right here, sweetheart.” She walked over to the correct cabinet and opened the door for John with a smile. “T-rex pancakes and toast coming right up for my wonderful boys.” “I’ll help with the table, don’t worry.” DJ told his brother and patted him on the back, helping to set the table for breakfast while their father showered. Chloe whipped up breakfast in about twenty minutes and called everyone to the table to sit down and eat. |