The Winchester Code
I do not own anything you recognize…
The Miranda Rights are correct as far as I can tell – but only for California.
Lengths of POV vary because some needed more than others.
I also added a 'Nine Months Later' for each of the characters' POVs. Alex's and Sam's 'Nine Months Later' are one story, but Jess's and Dean's are separate. :)
Votes are in! The Winchester Code of Conduct and The Winchesters, The Psychic, and The Fixation tied. I actually had to ask my sister to break the tie! The latter won. :)
Final chapter! Hope you enjoyed! And yes, I am writing another story to this one! It's up as we speak. So after you read this, go check out: The Winchesters, The Psychic, and The Fixation. You'll love it as much as this one:) Lol.
Thank yous go out to: Evelyn. You're a huge help in all aspects of my life. Alex. The story was for you, so the next one will be too, my dear. Lol. All who read, reviewed, put the story on alert, or put the story on favorites. Thank you all from the bottom of my red, beating heart! (Yes, I am alive contrary to popular belief.) You guys helped me out greatly! Hope you all enjoyed the story!
And to all mentioned above – my teachers are not happy. You have officially distracted me from schoolwork. :) THANK YOU! Lol.
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o.0.o Dean POV o.0.o
"Officer," I asked. "I'd like to turn myself in."
Jess had left me. I had no where to go. I didn't want to hunt. I didn't want to feel any emotion. I wanted it all to be over. So I figured if I turned myself in, served my time, and went back – something would change. I would be like before, halfway normal and happy.
The officer's eyes peeked upward from his report. "Excuse me?"
"My name is Dean Winchester," I told him. "And I'm wanted for murder."
"Stay right there," he said and motioned for another officer.
The second officer scrunched his eyebrows but complied with the first one's command.
"Dean Winchester," the second officer said as he cuffed me. "You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you can say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be supplied to you. Do you understand these rights I have given you? Do you still wish to speak to us?"
"I get the rights," I said. "I'd like an attorney."
The second officer nodded and brought me into a questioning room.
Nine Months Later…
"Dean Winchester," the judge said. "Please stand."
I did as I was told. My lawyer, George Harmed, joined me in standing.
"You were wanted on three counts of murder and five counts of assault to an officer. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, sir," I said.
God, I hoped I'd be found innocent for at least some of it.
"You are also wanted for three breaking and entering charges. Do you understand that?"
I nodded, "Yes, your Honor."
"I have reached a verdict. On three counts of murder, I find you… not guilty. On the five assault to an officer charges, I find you… guilty on four of those charges. You shall serve two years. On the three changes of breaking and entering, I find you… guilty of one. You shall serve a quarter of a year for a total jail time of two and a quarter years." He slammed the little hammer down. "Court has ended."
Chatter began immediately.
I turned to my lawyer, who had a grim face. "I'm sorry, Mr. Winchester," he said. "I-"
"Thank you," I said. I was still in a state of shock and a little thrown off my game, but I'd be okay.
And the cops took me away to start my two and a quarter years in jail.
o.0.o Jessica POV o.0.o
"Guys," I announced to Sam and Alex. "I'm moving out."
"Where are you going," Alex asked, standing up from her seat on the couch. "Where will you live?"
"I bought a townhouse two weeks ago. I'm going to live there with the baby."
"Jess," Sam said. "You're sure?"
I nodded. "I need this, Sam. Dean's just… He took a toll. I need to restart once and for all."
Sam nodded and I turned to Alex. "I'm always close though. Always."
She smiled and helped me pack by belongings.
Nine Months Later…
"Push," my doctor said. "One last big push."
I was giving birth to our… my… baby. My baby boy. And let me tell you, it hurt.
I gave one final push and a child's shrieks filled the air.
"Congratulations," Dr. Libite said. "You are the proud mom of a baby boy."
I smiled and looked at my son. The doctor got him cleaned up and he was handed to me in a blue baby blanket.
"Hi," I whispered to him. "I'm you're Mom."
The baby grabbed my finger as the nurse asked, "Have you chosen a name?"
I answered without hesitation, "Christopher Dean Winchester."
The nurse nodded and walked away, leaving me to hold my son… our son.
"Baby," I told Christopher. "We're gonna be a happy family, okay? I'm going to find you a Daddy and we'll be a family together. Deal?"
The baby yawned.
I guess that meant a deal in his mind.
A deal that I could hopefully keep.
o.0.o Sam POV o.0.o
Alex's parents had left to head back to… whatever they did – hunt, retired living. Truly, I didn't know what they did. That was definitely something to ask Alex later.
"Da," Mary asked from my lap. "Da happy?"
I nodded. "Da happy. Mary happy?"
Mary gave me a toothy grin. "Happy."
I smiled at her before giving her tummy raspberries. "Da! Da!"
"Dad," Tommy said as he came in the room with Alex trailing behind, holding Taylor. "That's not fair."
"Why not, bud," I asked as Alex sat down next to me with Taylor.
"You're old. She's not."
"Huh," I said. "Look at that Mommy. Tommy thinks we're old."
"Not Mom," Tommy clarified. "Just Dad."
Alex and I shared a look. That one would make a good lawyer.
Nine Months Later…
Alex had been acting a little strange for the past three months.
And I wanted to know why.
So one day I woke up early to try and solve it. I crept downstairs and into her office.
While I waited for her computer to boot up, I shuffled through her papers.
Yeah, I know: bad husband – meddling in your wife's affairs. But if you thought something might be wrong, you'd do the same thing.
"Baby," a sleep filled voice asked from behind me. "What are you doing?"
I turned to find a half asleep Alex. "Uh- Looking for a receipt," I lied.
"Sam, are you going through my stuff?"
"Enter password," the computer chimed. That settled it. I was meddling.
"I thought you were better than that," she practically shouted.
"Alex," I shushed. "The kids – they might hear."
She gave me a look of pure evil before pushing me out of her office and locking herself in there.
o.0.o Alex POV o.0.o (Current time. Read below for 'Nine Months Later'.)
Sam kissed my neck again. "Sam," I whispered. He continued his assault.
Tommy was staying overnight at a friend's house, Mary had a party until six (it was four right now), and Taylor was taking a catnap.
So Sam had a notion. And he picked me up, dropping me on the bed before joining me there, ready to start his notion.
"What's all this for," I asked. He was really excited – and not just about what we were going to do.
He pulled away, gleefully. "The law firm hired me."
"Oh my gosh," I said and brought him closer for a hug. "That's great!"
"You're telling me," he said, hugging me back. "Now if that doesn't deserve-"
I kissed him, answering his question.
Nine Months Later…
Yeah, I was pregnant. Again. Three months to be exact.
And I hadn't told Sam. Just because he was busy at the firm with three murder cases and a graffiti one that came in yesterday.
But he still should have kept his nose out of my stuff – even if I was acting strange… err… pregnant.
And he should've picked up on the clues. I mean seriously: if your wife's in the bathroom every morning for roughly an hour, what do you think she's doing in there? Taking a shower with the neighbor?
"Alex," he hissed from the other side of the door. "We need to talk, now."
"No, Sam. Go away," I told him. I walked back over to my desk, entered the computer's password, and checked today's schedule – Tommy had drum practice, Sam had that meeting for the DeLore's murder case, doctor appointment for the baby, Jess was coming for dinner, and my mom's birthday.
"Alex," I heard again. "Please."
"Sam," I said in the same tone. "No." I heard him stomp off.
I waited a few minutes before opening the door a crack. Nope, no one. I opened the full way and walked out into the hallway. I almost successfully rounded the corner when Sam cornered me.
He had one arm on either side and was rather close. All that to make me stay in place.
"Alex," he said in the no-room-for-argument tone. "Tell me, now."
"Why," I resisted.
"Because I'm your husband and I need to know when something's wrong, otherwise, I can't help. Now, please. Just tell me."
Tears were threatening to come down. "I- I… I'm…" I couldn't form the words. And then the tears spilled.
Sam backed away a little and let me fall into his chest. He put one hand on my back and let the other stroke my hair. With his head resting on mine, he asked, "What happened?"
"I'm three months pregnant!" And I sobbed some more.
"Shhh… it's okay. Why wouldn't I be happy? Why didn't you tell me," he asked me.
"Sam, that's four kids. A little more than the normal. And you're so busy… we're so busy... I just never found time…"
"Alex," he said in a scolding tone. "You know you could find time. Why didn't you tell me?"
"You were so busy… I just… I didn't want to bother you."
He tightened his grip. "Family comes first, Alex. Family comes first, always."
I stopped crying and smiled. "I know… I just wasn't thinking…I don't know what I was doing."
"It's alright," he said. "I was worried. I knew something was up, just not what."
"Now you know," I smiled and pulled away from his chest.
"Now I know," he repeated with a smile.
"Momma cry," Mary asked from the floor. "Why sad?"
"Mommy's not sad," I said as I knelt down to her level. We hadn't even noticed her come in. "Mommy's very happy."
"Why are you happy," Tommy asked when he came in with Taylor crawling behind him.
"How'd she get out," Sam asked Tommy referring to the nine-month-old.
Tommy looked at his feet. "I kind of helped her."
"Tommy," Sam scolded gently. "You know better."
"Sorry," he said before looking at me. "Why are we happy?"
"Come here, guys," I said and sat on the floor. Sam joined me and put me in-between his legs.
Taylor climbed up next to her daddy while Mary sat on my lap and Tommy sat next to us. In the middle of the hallway.
"Why happy," Mary asked me.
"Because Mommy's having another baby," Sam explained. "There's going to be another baby."
Mary wrinkled her nose, "Like Lor? Icky?"
"Yup, Mary," Tommy clarified. "Smelly poops."
I closed my eyes and shook my head at the kids while Sam planted a kiss on my head.
We had one heck of a family.
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