Her Turn - Epilogue
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Epilogue
Two days and tons of sex later, they've managed to send Sam to his room with tight pants a grand total of five more times, the last time with him loudly announcing there would be seriously horrible payback if this continued any longer.
“Dee,” Charlie says, interrupting Dee's research at the library table.
Dee gladly accepts an interruption from research any time, any place. She looks up at Charlie and smiles. “Perfect timing! Sam's making me read this entire section,” she says, poking at the book like it's a mean and terrible object.
“I have something kind of important I wanna tell you,” she says.
Dee's stomach clenches. She notices that Charlie looks a little pale, and even though she doesn't seem upset, something is definitely up. Dee stands up, puts her hands on Charlie's shoulders to give comfort.
“What's wrong, baby?” she asks, looking Charlie in the eye, trying to get what she can from body language.
“Nothing's wrong,” she says with a smile. “I'm pregnant,” Charlie says, her body nearly vibrating.
Dee feels her chest get tight, her breath getting caught in her throat. She looks at Charlie's smile, her eyes, and Dee realizes now that Charlie looks this way because she's thrilled. Dee feels one last thing click into place inside her, something else she told herself she couldn't ever have.
“We're going to be mommies?” Dee asks, voice so soft it's a whisper. She feels her eyes burn, her throat feels like it's going to close right off, but it's not because she's terrified.
“Are you okay with this?” Charlie asks, and Dee knows by the way her body is shivering, she's barely containing her excitement.
Dee throws her arms around Charlie and pulls her into a hug, shoving her face into Charlie's hair and kissing her head. “I'm way more than okay with this,” she says.
When she hears Charlie whisper a tiny “really?” as she holds her tight, she pulls back to look Charlie in the eye.
“Yes, really!” Dee says, putting all her conviction into it. “I'm going to be a mommy! And you're going to be a mommy!” she says, then the whole name situation hits her and she shakes her head. “Well, actually we should probably be mommy and mama so we don't confuse the baby.”
Charlie's smile gets absolutely huge and she throws her arms around Dee's waist, hugging her tightly. “Oh, I'm so happy you're happy about this!”
“I'm thrilled. I'm ecstatic!” Dee says, her voice shaky. She lets out a huff of amazement. “I'm gonna be a mommy!” she says, trying it out on her lips again, wanting to hear it over and over again for a long time.
“I took about ten different tests last night and this morning to be sure before I said anything,” Charlie says.
“When did you get the tests?” Dee asks, pushing Charlie back enough that she can look her in the eye.
Charlie grins. “While you were checking out the new dresses at Walmart yesterday, I went over to the pharmacy section and got them, then I stuffed them in my backpack,” she says.
Dee chuckles, her mouth sore from how big her smile is. “It is mine, right?” she asks, already knowing it has to be hers, but grinning like an idiot at Charlie.
Charlie punches Dee's arm. “Yes, it's yours, you jerk!” she says with a grin.
Dee shakes her head. “I just wanted to hear you say it,” she says, then leans down to kiss Charlie.
“Damn it!” Sam says from somewhere over by the doorway. “You knew I was coming in here, didn't you?” he asks, and then starts to leave, grumbling as he goes.
“Wait!” Dee yells, stopping Sam in his tracks. She looks at Charlie. “Can I tell him?”
Charlie nods. “Of course!”
“Tell me what?” Sam asks, walking back into the library.
Dee feels like she's going to explode with excitement. “You're going to be an uncle! Charlie's pregnant!” she says, bouncing on her toes.
“No!” Sam says, his face lighting up with a huge smile. “This better not be a joke,” he says.
“No joke,” Charlie says. “Ten out of ten pregnancy tests I took say I'm pregnant.”
Sam lumbers toward them, his arms out, and he gathers the two of them into a hug. Dee and Charlie wrap their arms around him too.
“We're gonna have a bigger family,” Sam muses, sounding a little watery.
“Now if only I could get Dee to make an honest woman outta me,” Charlie says teasingly with a little pinch to the back of Dee's neck.
Dee stiffens. “Do you want me to make an honest woman out of you?” she asks, trying not to sound too overly hopeful.
“Oh, my god,” Sam whines. “Would you two please do this right,” he says as he pulls out of the hug, steps back, and crosses his arms over his chest. “You both want it, but you've both been waiting for the other one to say something for weeks now. One of you say it right or I'm going to die of anticipation.”
Charlie looks up at Dee, neither of them surprised by Sam's reaction or the fact that he could read something like that so easily from the both of them. “Will you marry me, Dee Winchester?” Charlie asks.
Dee's chest is totally going to explode. It's all she's ever wanted. She has it. All of it. There's no way in hell she's letting it go.
“Yes, and I've already picked out the place in California I want to get married,” Dee says with a sheepish grin.
“I knew it!” Sam says, pointing at Dee and laughing.
Dee feels herself blush, but she's enjoying the look on Charlie's face too much to smack Sam for knowing her so well.
“The honeymoon spot and everything. I've planned it in my head for weeks, just like my telepathic little brother says,” Dee says.
Charlie's face lights up even more, the smile coming back in full force. “I love you,” she says, kissing Dee gently.
“I still love you more,” Dee says when they pull out of the kiss.
“Sasquatch is invited, right?” Charlie asks, nodding toward Sam.
“To the wedding, yes, but not to the honeymoon,” Dee says, a sly grin on her lips. “We'll get him a room far enough away that he can't count the number of orgasms by the number of screams he hears.”
Sam snorts. “When do we leave?” he asks, making an overly obvious subject change.
Dee kisses Charlie's forehead, then turns to Sam with her arm around Charlie's shoulders. “The places I've picked aren't all that popular, and I figured we could pick out everything we want to do and wear and eat while we're there. With Tulley's generous donation, we don't have to worry about being able to pay for a nice hotel or a couple of wedding dresses and a tux.”
“I'll go pack our sex toys,” Charlie chirps as she slips out from under Dee's arm, slapping Sam's ass as she passes him.
“I'm going to find a way to get you two back for this someday,” Sam says.
“You just keep telling yourself that, Sammy,” Dee says, walking up to Sam and hugging him. She shoves her face into his shirt, snuggling into him. “You're an awesome brother,” she says into his shirt, holding on for just long enough that Sam's probably tearing up again, then turns and follows after Charlie.
Sam huffs. “How am I supposed to get revenge after you do something like that?” Sam whines loudly.
Dee chuckles as she heads off to their room to pack, already thinking about baby names and wondering how soon is too soon for a baby leather jacket.
The End
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Epilogue
Two days and tons of sex later, they've managed to send Sam to his room with tight pants a grand total of five more times, the last time with him loudly announcing there would be seriously horrible payback if this continued any longer.
“Dee,” Charlie says, interrupting Dee's research at the library table.
Dee gladly accepts an interruption from research any time, any place. She looks up at Charlie and smiles. “Perfect timing! Sam's making me read this entire section,” she says, poking at the book like it's a mean and terrible object.
“I have something kind of important I wanna tell you,” she says.
Dee's stomach clenches. She notices that Charlie looks a little pale, and even though she doesn't seem upset, something is definitely up. Dee stands up, puts her hands on Charlie's shoulders to give comfort.
“What's wrong, baby?” she asks, looking Charlie in the eye, trying to get what she can from body language.
“Nothing's wrong,” she says with a smile. “I'm pregnant,” Charlie says, her body nearly vibrating.
Dee feels her chest get tight, her breath getting caught in her throat. She looks at Charlie's smile, her eyes, and Dee realizes now that Charlie looks this way because she's thrilled. Dee feels one last thing click into place inside her, something else she told herself she couldn't ever have.
“We're going to be mommies?” Dee asks, voice so soft it's a whisper. She feels her eyes burn, her throat feels like it's going to close right off, but it's not because she's terrified.
“Are you okay with this?” Charlie asks, and Dee knows by the way her body is shivering, she's barely containing her excitement.
Dee throws her arms around Charlie and pulls her into a hug, shoving her face into Charlie's hair and kissing her head. “I'm way more than okay with this,” she says.
When she hears Charlie whisper a tiny “really?” as she holds her tight, she pulls back to look Charlie in the eye.
“Yes, really!” Dee says, putting all her conviction into it. “I'm going to be a mommy! And you're going to be a mommy!” she says, then the whole name situation hits her and she shakes her head. “Well, actually we should probably be mommy and mama so we don't confuse the baby.”
Charlie's smile gets absolutely huge and she throws her arms around Dee's waist, hugging her tightly. “Oh, I'm so happy you're happy about this!”
“I'm thrilled. I'm ecstatic!” Dee says, her voice shaky. She lets out a huff of amazement. “I'm gonna be a mommy!” she says, trying it out on her lips again, wanting to hear it over and over again for a long time.
“I took about ten different tests last night and this morning to be sure before I said anything,” Charlie says.
“When did you get the tests?” Dee asks, pushing Charlie back enough that she can look her in the eye.
Charlie grins. “While you were checking out the new dresses at Walmart yesterday, I went over to the pharmacy section and got them, then I stuffed them in my backpack,” she says.
Dee chuckles, her mouth sore from how big her smile is. “It is mine, right?” she asks, already knowing it has to be hers, but grinning like an idiot at Charlie.
Charlie punches Dee's arm. “Yes, it's yours, you jerk!” she says with a grin.
Dee shakes her head. “I just wanted to hear you say it,” she says, then leans down to kiss Charlie.
“Damn it!” Sam says from somewhere over by the doorway. “You knew I was coming in here, didn't you?” he asks, and then starts to leave, grumbling as he goes.
“Wait!” Dee yells, stopping Sam in his tracks. She looks at Charlie. “Can I tell him?”
Charlie nods. “Of course!”
“Tell me what?” Sam asks, walking back into the library.
Dee feels like she's going to explode with excitement. “You're going to be an uncle! Charlie's pregnant!” she says, bouncing on her toes.
“No!” Sam says, his face lighting up with a huge smile. “This better not be a joke,” he says.
“No joke,” Charlie says. “Ten out of ten pregnancy tests I took say I'm pregnant.”
Sam lumbers toward them, his arms out, and he gathers the two of them into a hug. Dee and Charlie wrap their arms around him too.
“We're gonna have a bigger family,” Sam muses, sounding a little watery.
“Now if only I could get Dee to make an honest woman outta me,” Charlie says teasingly with a little pinch to the back of Dee's neck.
Dee stiffens. “Do you want me to make an honest woman out of you?” she asks, trying not to sound too overly hopeful.
“Oh, my god,” Sam whines. “Would you two please do this right,” he says as he pulls out of the hug, steps back, and crosses his arms over his chest. “You both want it, but you've both been waiting for the other one to say something for weeks now. One of you say it right or I'm going to die of anticipation.”
Charlie looks up at Dee, neither of them surprised by Sam's reaction or the fact that he could read something like that so easily from the both of them. “Will you marry me, Dee Winchester?” Charlie asks.
Dee's chest is totally going to explode. It's all she's ever wanted. She has it. All of it. There's no way in hell she's letting it go.
“Yes, and I've already picked out the place in California I want to get married,” Dee says with a sheepish grin.
“I knew it!” Sam says, pointing at Dee and laughing.
Dee feels herself blush, but she's enjoying the look on Charlie's face too much to smack Sam for knowing her so well.
“The honeymoon spot and everything. I've planned it in my head for weeks, just like my telepathic little brother says,” Dee says.
Charlie's face lights up even more, the smile coming back in full force. “I love you,” she says, kissing Dee gently.
“I still love you more,” Dee says when they pull out of the kiss.
“Sasquatch is invited, right?” Charlie asks, nodding toward Sam.
“To the wedding, yes, but not to the honeymoon,” Dee says, a sly grin on her lips. “We'll get him a room far enough away that he can't count the number of orgasms by the number of screams he hears.”
Sam snorts. “When do we leave?” he asks, making an overly obvious subject change.
Dee kisses Charlie's forehead, then turns to Sam with her arm around Charlie's shoulders. “The places I've picked aren't all that popular, and I figured we could pick out everything we want to do and wear and eat while we're there. With Tulley's generous donation, we don't have to worry about being able to pay for a nice hotel or a couple of wedding dresses and a tux.”
“I'll go pack our sex toys,” Charlie chirps as she slips out from under Dee's arm, slapping Sam's ass as she passes him.
“I'm going to find a way to get you two back for this someday,” Sam says.
“You just keep telling yourself that, Sammy,” Dee says, walking up to Sam and hugging him. She shoves her face into his shirt, snuggling into him. “You're an awesome brother,” she says into his shirt, holding on for just long enough that Sam's probably tearing up again, then turns and follows after Charlie.
Sam huffs. “How am I supposed to get revenge after you do something like that?” Sam whines loudly.
Dee chuckles as she heads off to their room to pack, already thinking about baby names and wondering how soon is too soon for a baby leather jacket.
The End
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