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Robert Samuel Winchester (dirtywhiteboy) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-11-29 16:37:00

Entry tags:

bela talbot, dean winchester, robert winchester

Who: Robert Winchester, Dean Winchester, and Bela Talbot Winchester.
What: Surprise!
When: Saturday night (slowtimed like hell).
Where: Chez Winchester.
Warnings: Swearing.

After Henn's rescue and a nice cup of tea, Robbie's head was swimming with weird bits of gossip. They weren't all so weird - who hadn't seen Cassidy and Soren coming? - but it was still a lot to take in for one afternoon.

And he still had his parents to talk to. He hoped his father's blood pressure was steady with no chance of spiking into a heart attack.

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doubleup
2008-11-29 08:48 pm UTC (link)

Dean was walking from the kitchen, beer in hand when he heard the doorbell ring. He shrugged and figured he'd answer the door and save Bela the headache of having to hear the doorbell a billion times. He pulled the door open wide, blinking when he saw a kid about ten years younger than him. "Hey. Can I help you?"

Robbie chuckled. "Dad - yeah. I ... I'm yours. From the future." Oh, that didn't sound mad.

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ltldropofpoison
2008-11-29 08:58 pm UTC (link)

Bela had been upstairs reading a book when he'd heard Dean yell "BELA!"

She rolled her eyes and shouted "WHAT!"

"Come down here!"

Dear God. "Fine!" She was feeling all right, so she set her book down, and headed for the stairs, ambling down. "What on earth could - " She would have said more, but stopped dead.

Standing in front of her was a boy not much younger than her. He had messy dark hair, with a familiar nose and Dean's eyes. He stood not quite upright, crooked mouth mirroring his slightly slanted posture. Bela knew instinctively, this was her son.

"Oh, my God." Bela walked down, standing in front of him, looking up.

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	dirtywhiteboy 2008-11-29 09:01 pm UTC (link)
	"Mum." Robbie breathed hard when he saw his mother. She was beautiful, even without his biased son's opinion. He pushed past his father to move into her arms, wrapping them around her shoulders and squeezing tight. "You're - I'm glad you're here." Dean just blinked. "Wait, you believe him?" (Reply to this)

	ltldropofpoison 2008-11-29 09:05 pm UTC (link)
	"He's got your eyes," Bela murmured, trying to keep her emotions in check as her son squeezed her tightly. "Your way of standing." And of course, future children were already here. Soren. Cassidy. Soren's sister. This young man who she just knew was hers. (Reply to this)

	dirtywhiteboy 2008-11-29 09:07 pm UTC (link)
	Robbie looked at Dean and sighed. "You call the Impala Kitten when nobody's looking. You would eat nothing but pie for the rest of your life if you could get away with it. And - " this was Robbie's ace in the hole bit of Dad Trivia - "you cry when Mufasa dies in The Lion King." He smirked and folded his arms triumphantly. (Reply to this)

	ltldropofpoison 2008-11-29 09:11 pm UTC (link)
	Bela let him go, folding her arms and trying very hard not to giggle when her son sounded so triumphant. She'd caught Dean once, but she hadn't known it was a thing. (Reply to this)

	dirtywhiteboy 2008-11-29 09:14 pm UTC (link)
	Dean's mouth open and closed, ready to protest when he knew there was no way to protest the truth. He cocked his head to the side. "What do we name you?" Robbie smiled and leaned against his mother. "Robert Samuel." (Reply to this)

	ltldropofpoison 2008-11-29 10:30 pm UTC (link)
	That fit, somehow. Bela nodded; she would have named a son Robert. And Samuel, of course. It made her smile how close he was staying to her ... maybe she did a good job as a mother after all. It looked like it, at least. She looked over at Dean. "For Singer, I presume? And obviously your brother?" She didn't exactly have any family she'd have named children after. (Reply to this)

	dirtywhiteboy 2008-11-29 10:44 pm UTC (link)
	Robbie and Dean nodded at the same time, though Robert spoke next. "Everyone calls me Robbie, though. I guess I'll be Robert when I'm a bit older. I'm only nineteen." He kissed Bela on the cheek before giving his father a hug as well, which was tentatively returned. (Reply to this)

	ltldropofpoison 2008-11-30 01:44 am UTC (link)
	Bela smiled a little. "Robert would seem a bit too much for you. I agree." She couldn't stop smiling; it must have looked so odd to Dean. Still. "Come in here, then." Bela lightly pulled him back toward the living room. "Meet Roxy, meet Princess. I've no idea who else is around." (Reply to this)

	dirtywhiteboy 2008-11-30 01:48 am UTC (link)
	Robbie moved inside, blinking at Roxy. "Oh my God, she's alive!" He'd missed Roxy. She was his childhood dog, the one that had been put down when he was a bit older. He launched himself at her, rolling around on the rug. Dean looked over at Bela, smiling a little. "He's really ours, huh." (Reply to this)

	ltldropofpoison 2008-11-30 01:53 am UTC (link)
	"I think so." Bela leaned against Dean, squeezing his hand. What was happening to her? She was being so affectionate! It was as if this boy had showed up and taken some of her doubts in return. She looked down at him laughing with the dog, Roxy happily barking. Maybe he had. (Reply to this)

	dirtywhiteboy 2008-11-30 02:06 am UTC (link)
	Robbie was on his back, laughing as Roxy pet his face when he felt tentative wooden fingers in his hair. "Hello, Princess." He turned his head to look at the puzzle box. "I'm Dean's son. Transdimensional vortex you see, but we were friends where I'm from." Gently, he reached out to stroke her with the grain, as he'd always been taught. (Reply to this)

ltldropofpoison
2008-11-30 12:50 pm UTC (link)

He even knew how to pat Princess. If there'd been any lingering doubt, Bela had to say that pretty well removed it. "She's around forever, I take it." Bela looked down at the box, speaking to it next. "Yes, apparently people here can be in two places at once." She couldn't help but put a hand to her belly, nonexistent as it still was. She'd have to talk to Lulu about the incongruity of having one's offspring be in her body and in her living room at the same time.

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	dirtywhiteboy 2008-11-30 07:33 pm UTC (link)
	Robbie nodded at Bela, sitting up and grinning. "Yeah, she's around even when I'm older." He chuckled as Princess crawled onto his lap and patted his face inquisitively. Dean wrapped his arm around Bela, looking down at her. "You okay?" (Reply to this)

	ltldropofpoison 2008-11-30 08:31 pm UTC (link)
	"Fine," Bela murmured, leaning against him. "Bit thrown." Understandably. When one's son appeared twenty years ahead of his timeline, it was strange, to be sure. Still, she couldn't help but be happy. At least until a wave of dizziness passed through her. "Let me sit down." She made a mental note to talk to Missouri or at least Lulu to see how to combat this irritating weakness. (Reply to this)

	dirtywhiteboy 2008-11-30 09:26 pm UTC (link)
	Robbie was there too to help move her to a chair. Robbie went into the kitchen to get her some water while Dean sat next to her, rubbing her shoulders. "Shhh, y're fine." (Reply to this)

	ltldropofpoison 2008-11-30 09:30 pm UTC (link)
	Bela closed her eyes, nodding a tiny bit. She squeezed Dean's hand, taking a deep breath. "I'll speak to Lulu to see what she does about this. M'fine, though, just a bit dizzy." It still stood that if the entire pregnancy was like this, she'd be annoyed with Dean. Just because. (Reply to this)

	dirtywhiteboy 2008-12-01 08:35 pm UTC (link)
	"We made that doctor's appointment, so we'll get it fixed, okay?" Dean kissed her temple, trying hard not to worry overmuch. Robbie returned with the water, brow furrowed as well. "Have you eaten today? You're probably just hungry." (Reply to this)

	ltldropofpoison 2008-12-01 08:57 pm UTC (link)
	Bela nodded a thank you. "Not much," she answered, a trifle abashed. "Not getting the eating-for-two thing. Should've seen D - your father at American Thanksgiving." She couldn't help but smirk, leaning back against the chair. She wanted to make Dean at least smirk; he looked confused and worried. How unlike him. (Reply to this)

	dirtywhiteboy 2008-12-01 09:00 pm UTC (link)
	Dean was stroking her hair and he managed to chuckle. "I usually eat for three or so." He looked at Robbie as he rose, cocking his head. Robbie shrugged and moved toward the kitchen. "I'll bring you some too, Dad." He figured he'd make omelettes, they were quick and easy. (Reply to this)

	ltldropofpoison 2008-12-01 09:04 pm UTC (link)
	"Dean, don't make him do that." Bela protested. It didn't sit right somehow to send the boy straight to the kitchen. Boy? He's five or six years younger than you, dear. Then again, if Robbie did go in the other room she could ask Dean why he looked so shell shocked, besides the whole 'appearing son' thing. But she didn't want to look all weak. Oh, bollocks. (Reply to this)

	dirtywhiteboy 2008-12-01 09:59 pm UTC (link)
	Robbie poked his head back in the living room. "Mum, let me do something for you. This can't be easy on you." He smiled and went back into the kitchen. Dean, for his part, rubbed her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. He sighed a little. (Reply to this)

	ltldropofpoison 2008-12-01 10:01 pm UTC (link)
	Bela shook her head, grumbling, but what could she do but let him cook for her? At least he didn't seem the sort to torch the kitchen. She turned to Dean when he kissed her cheek. "You all right?" she murmured, head lying back on the chair's headrest and looking up at him. (Reply to this)

	dirtywhiteboy 2008-12-01 10:04 pm UTC (link)
	"Yeah, 'm fine." Dean's voice was hushed, and he smiled. "I'm just worried about you and the baby." He wasn't used to feeling that way, but figured he didn't need to say so. She knew that. Robbie worked fast, and set to making his parents omelettes to the way they liked them. He knew. (Reply to this)

	ltldropofpoison 2008-12-01 11:02 pm UTC (link)
	"Clearly he turns out fine." Bela smirked at him, leaning her head idly against his. (Reply to this)

dirtywhiteboy
2008-12-02 08:06 pm UTC (link)

Dean stroked her hair and smiled. "Yeah. But still, anything could happen. Different universes. Doesn't give you free reign to freak out and do anything you want. You've got to take it easy and eat."

Robbie returned a few moments later with three plates of omelettes, one for each of them. Dean's was loaded with bits of meat he'd found in the fridge where Bela's was a decent combination of veggies and meats. His own was like his father's.

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