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I'm A What

Chapter Twelve

"We need to talk," he whispered to her. She nodded and climbed out of the bed. He untangled himself from Dacey and followed her downstairs. "Back porch," he said. She grabbed a small blanket and held the door open for him. He sat down and she wrapped a blanket around his shoulders. He held it open so she could have some too. She leaned against his good side. Her head against his shoulder, his on top of hers. "Remember when we talked about your knight settling down?"

There was a noise in the background and they turned to see a group of people walking through her back gate. "Can I help you?" Chloe asked.

A woman in her mid-thirties stepped forward. Her black hair was cut short and she was holding the hand of a young boy. "I'm Terry Joseph. My son, Ben, went missing and your husband saved him. His brother told me where I could find him."

"You saved my daughter," An older man said holding his little blond haired girl in his arms.

"And my son." Another called out.

"You saved all of our children," Terry said.

Dean sat in shock on the swing. Chloe stood up and helped him to stand. They walked down the stairs and stood in front of them. He was swarmed with kids hugging his legs. Any fathers who were there shook his hand and the mothers hugged him or kissed his cheek. "We don't know how you did it, but we're so thankful you did." One of the parents said.

Chloe rubbed his back and smiled at him. He shrugged, "I came here to help," he said. "When he took my little girl I had to step it up a bit." He looked down at Chloe and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He turned to the crowd, "I can guarantee he'll never come back and get your kids again."

"Thank you," Terry said. "I don't know what I would've done if I'd lost him." The kids and their parents slowly left the yard, yelling their thanks and smiling at him. He'd shaken so many hands his wrist hurt. He walked back to the swing and sat down with a heavy sigh.

"How does it feel to be a recognized hero of Smallville?" She asked with an amused smile.

He shrugged, "Not as good as being a dad."

She grinned.

"Now, I think I was trying to tell you something before they arrived?" He scratched his head, "What was it? You know, I completely forget."

She shook her head and leaned in, pressing her mouth against his. She pulled away and he smiled.

"My memory is refreshed."

She laughed.

"What I was going to say was-" His cell phone rang; he pulled it out with a frown. "Hello?"

"Our father is sleeping in the Hotel room."

"What?" Dean asked, surprised.

"He's laying there fast asleep. I guess he picked the lock." Sam's voice was filled with shock.

"I'm on my way." Dean closed his phone and shook his head apologetically at Chloe. "I have to go to the Motel. My dad is there."

She nodded her head, "Yeah, go."

He kissed her forehead and walked through the house to the front. He revved his car and sped to meet his brother. He didn't hurry up the stairs, it caused too much pain. He opened the door and found Sam sitting on the bed that used to be Dean's and staring blankly at their sleeping father's form. "He was asleep when you got here?"

Sam nodded, "I was out for lunch with Jessie and when I came back there he was." He lifted his arms and made an astonished face.

"You were out with Jessie?" He asked with a smile.

"Try to focus," his little brother said avoiding his gaze.

"Right. Well wake him up."

"Why do I have to wake him up? He always got mad at me when I woke him up. Besides if he sleeps anything like you do, he has a knife under the pillow. I don't feel like visiting the hospital again." Sam said with a determined face.

Dean sighed and shook his dad roughly. The older man woke up startled, he looked around confused. But then sat up and ran a hand over his face. "How long have I been out?"

Sam shrugged, "I only found you ten minutes ago."

John nodded; he looked up at his eldest son. "You're able to walk?"

"I'm not supposed to," Dean said, tilting his head and raising his eyebrow. "But I'm not about to be wheeled around."

He laughed, "You always were stubborn."

"Guess I get that from you." Dean held his side and pulled a chair out to sit down in. "Where were you?"

He shrugged and looked away. "I was around."

"Why didn't you call?" He persisted.

"I did."

He shook his head and stared at his father straight on. "Sending us coordinates doesn't count."

John sighed, "I had some things to do. Things you boys don't need to know about. Not yet, anyways."

Sam shook his head, "Are you kidding me?" His face turned angry. "You completely disappear without a word and then you just show up all of a sudden."

"I heard Dean was dying." He answered mournfully.

The younger brother laughed in disbelief. "From who?" He threw his arms up. "We fight all the time, he gets hurt constantly but you don't show up until he's almost dead." He shook his head violently, "What kind of a father are you?"

"Sammy," Dean said giving him a look to stop.

"No," he said glaring at his brother. "You can't just feed us some bullshit about how we don't need to know where you were or why you left. We want answers. Now."

John stood up, "I can see this wasn't a good idea." He looked down at Dean, "I'm glad you're alright son." He held his hand out; Dean shook it and found a piece of paper inside.

He stared down at it, "What's this?"

"There's a town, bout three hours from here. They're having some trouble. I don't expect you to do much, maybe just check it out. Sam can probably handle this one." He started for the door. "I'll call you in the future."

"Wait," Dean called out. He gathered up his courage, "If you walk out that door, don't bother coming back."

John turned, "What?"

"You told Sammy two years ago that he was walking out on our family to go to college. But you're doing the same thing. You left us behind without a second thought. The only reason we ever hear from you is for another job." He looked at his father, "If you leave us now, no explanation or anything..." He shook his head, "Don't come back. We can do our jobs just fine without you. If you don't need us, we don't need you." It was hard for him to say it to the man he'd always listened to. The man who'd given him his strength and ability to save people. But he wasn't the person Dean had grown up with. He was just a shell of his father. His dad would tell him what was going on and ask for his help.

Dean looked away. Sam stared at his older brother in shock. His eyes fell shut when he heard the door close.

"He left," Sam said quietly.

Dean sighed.

"I can't believe you actually said that to him," he said in mild awe.

"I have to get back to Chloe's. I've been trying to tell her something for awhile but we keep getting interrupted." He stood up from his chair.

"Dean." He turned around and looked at his younger brother. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Telling dad how you really felt."

Dean nodded, "You going out to see Jessie again?" He smiled.

Sam looked away, "We're just friends. She's nice."

"Yeah, you two will make a couple of really cute kids." Sam stared at him in shock. "I'll see you later little brother."

He walked out of the hotel room and down to his car. He sighed deeply. In a matter of minutes he'd been thanked profusely by the neighborhood and rejected by his own father. He wasn't sure how he felt about his dad walking out. Part of him knew that when he said it, it was final and his dad probably would leave. He wasn't who Dean had grown up with anymore. If he were, he'd have closed that door and sat down to tell the whole story.

He pulled into Chloe's driveway and walked inside. She wasn't out back so he checked upstairs. Dacey was fast asleep in her own bed. He looked down at her doorway to see the floor had been bleached where his blood was. He walked down the hall to Chloe's bedroom. He knocked on the door and walked in. She was sitting on her bed, a photo album in her lap. "Hi," she said to him. He nodded and sat down beside her.

He looked over her shoulder to see pictures of them. "Remember when you came to see me the day after we met?" She asked. "I snapped a picture of you and you asked why I liked to blind people." She laughed. Flipping the page she pointed to a photo of them at The Talon. Lana was in the background holding two tall coffees. Clark had taken the picture. They were leaning back in a booth. His arm was around her shoulders. There was a slice of pie in front of them; Dean had his finger in it. The next picture was of Dean wiping some whip cream on her nose and then kissing it away in the third.

"That was really good pie," He said.

She laughed. The pictures went on to show them in Metropolis, Chloe excitedly staring at the Planet building. Dean scribbled her name on the long list of people who worked there beside the door. There was a picture of her laughing when he tried to wipe it off but couldn't. Then one of Dean being chastised by a guard. "He was only warning you."

He made a face and raised his eyebrows, "He was using a tone."

She smiled, "Did you have to call him names?"

"Of course I did." He flipped the page. There was a picture of her on his shoulders trying to knock Lana off of Clark's shoulders so they'd fall in the water. They led up to the eventual fall of their friends and then themselves because Dean let go of Chloe's legs and she lost her balance. "You should have held on tighter."

She cocked her eyebrow, "To what? I was on your shoulders. You were the one who should've held on to me."

He grinned, "I was preoccupied with our victory." She rolled her eyes and turned the page. "Those were good times," he said.

She laughed, "You were wrestling with Clark."

He grinned, "I won. I beat Superman."

Chloe shook her head, "That was after he lost his powers. He was just normal."

"I still maintain that I beat Superman."

"He won the second time." She said pointing at Clark holding Dean in a headlock.

"But I won the third. Two out of three. I win."

"He tried challenging you again but you refused to."

"I would have won anyway; I didn't want to completely shatter the little ego he had." She shook her head, smiling.

The next page was filled with them out in the field of flowers. She made him take a picture of her and the picnic he had set up on their anniversary. Then later, he took one of her just standing, surrounded by flowers. There was a picture of him looking annoyed and swatting at a bee. Then of his bee sting on his shoulder. He was grinning anyways. "That bee was a bastard. It got me another three times."

She laughed, "Well you did pick the flower it was in." She smiled, "And then swatted it a few times."

"He deserved it." He muttered. The got into the Christmas pictures and Dean got excited. "I loved that Christmas."

She shook her head, "That's just because you got Clark drunk and he tried to fly off of the room."

Dean laughed, "It was priceless. He was lucky he didn't break a rib."

"You were lucky Lana didn't kill you." She said seriously.

He slapped his knee, "He kept saying not to tell her because she was going to be mad at him." He laughed, "He kept shushing me."

Pictures of them all opening presents were next. Dean was holding up three cans of coffee and half hugging Lana. One photo showed Clark and Dean both reaching up high trying to get the top of the tree to put the angel on. Then Chloe was on Dean's shoulders and managed to get it on. Chloe opened his present; he sat behind her hands on her shoulders. She lifted the necklace up to the camera. It was a small heart with her birthstones surrounding it. "Do you still have that?" He asked. She put her hand down the top of her shirt and pulled it out to show him. In the pictures she kissed him and he gave a thumbs up to a laughing Clark. The last Christmas picture was of them kissing under the mistletoe.

At the end of the album there were pictures of Dean and Sam. Then a large print of Dacey's sonogram. He touched the outline of her form and smiled. "I wish I could've been there with you when you were pregnant."

"I wish you were too."

"I don't want to miss her childhood." He said.

She stared at him, "I know you don't."

"I want to be here every day. I want to eat fruit salad with her every morning. And read to her every night." He took her hand, "I want to be here with you. I want to kiss you every morning and night. Tell you both I love you every chance I get." He shook his head, "But I'll never drive the minivan."

"I won't even bother trying to convince you," she laughed. "What changed your mind?"

"Knowing that I could have both worlds. I still want to hunt, but I want to come back here when I'm done. I want to watch Dacey and Cooper and Mary grow up."

Chloe's brow furrowed, "Whose Cooper and Mary?"

"Our future son and daughter," he said easily.

She laughed, "Oh really?" She smiled in amusement.

"Yeah, I know the future."

"Do you?" She raised her eyebrows.

"I do," He said seriously. "Lana and Clark are going to get married and have a daughter."

She chuckled, "Well that's obvious."

"Jessie and Sam are going to get together and have two boys." Her face widened with shock. "Dacey's going to be valedictorian and Cooper's going to want to be a hunter just like his dad. Mary really looks up to Dacey and she wants to hunt to. In fact all three of them do."

"I don't know if I want our kids hunting. How old are they?"

"Dacey starts at fifteen, Cooper starts at thirteen, Mary starts asking at nine."

She shook her head, "No they're all way too young."

He laughed, "You say that in the future too."

"I'm sure I do." She said grinning.

"Sam and I still go hunting all the time but I'm always back here to spend time with the family," he said happily.

She put her head on his shoulder, "So you have it all figured out."

"I saw it all in a few dreams. It'll happen, you'll see." She kissed him. He brushed her hair off her face, "But we're definately getting the drugs for you when you're delivering Cooper, I'm not going through that again." She laughed.

"You're sure you want to be a family man?" She asked.

"I've never been more sure in my life. I'm never walking out on you guys," he shook his head. "I'll always be here. For you, for her."

She smiled, "I'd like that."

He stared into her eyes, "I love you Chloe."

She grinned, "I love you too."

He leaned down and lightly brushed his mouth over hers. He tangled his fingers in her hair, "I say we get started on making Cooper." She laughed and they leaned back.

"Daddy? Mommy?" Dacey said from the doorway, she rubbed her eyes and ran over to them. She crawled up on the bed.

Dean picked her up and blew on her stomach. She giggled. Her put her down on Chloe and rolled on to his good side. He smoothed his daughter's hair. "I love you Dacey." She smiled and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. She wrapped her little arms around him for a hug. He held her and Chloe leaned across to kiss him.

"We'll make Cooper later," she said with a wink. He laughed.

He may not have planned on being a father but it was the best thing in his life. He had Chloe and Dacey and they made him the happiest man on the face of the earth. In the beginning he was caught off guard, he didn't think he could ever be a real dad to someone. But he learned well from the dad he'd grown up with. He didn't always treat them like children but in the end he had loved his kids. Dean was going to make sure his children knew every day that he loved them and that they could be anybody and do anything they wanted. He would be the best damn dad out there. And soon, the best husband.

The End

A/N I hope you liked this. Please review and tell me what you thought. Thank you for reading.

Much Love,
-Amanda