March 31st, 2013
Sleep was going to be in very short supply for a while, Jo could tell. Thankfully, however, Dean had been there and more than happy to take over caring for the baby when he'd woken demanding a feed less than an hour after they'd initially fallen asleep, waving her back to her dreams while he hummed Metallica to soothe their firstborn and dealt with everything that needed doing. In the chilly light of the spring morning, however, she was up, and thus far, she had already managed to give Sammy the hiccups, put his diaper on backwards, and his onesie on upside down. She had also, however, managed to have a shower and get dressed, tasks she considered accomplishments given how battered she felt.
Dean had managed to get a couple of hours of broken sleep in between feedings, diapering, and cuddling. He already knew from experience that babies were a lot of work, which left him a little more prepared to deal with it than Jo, whom he knew was exhausted from giving birth. It would take a few weeks, but he was confident they'd work it all out. After all, the grown Sam was proof that they'd done something right, and they'd have plenty of help along the way. He had not yet managed a shower or even a shave, but he had gulped down a couple of cups of coffee to keep himself going, along with a few donuts he'd snagged from a snack cart that had rolled down the hall earlier. At the moment, however, that coffee seemed to be failing him as he was dozing off in his chair.
As the nurses left them alone after an endless array of checks on mommy and baby, Jo finally got her quiet time with her son, keeping quiet so as not to disturb Dean while he dozed. She, at least, had had the luxury of a few hours of barely disturbed sleep, but he needed to recharge, to the point where she was considering sending him home tonight just so he was fully recharged and ready to catch the ball when she dropped it coming home. But for now, she was happily lying on the bed, Sammy swaddled beside her, tracing her fingertip over his little button nose and just generally allowing herself to be in awe of the fact that this was their son. This little person had been inside her, and would be a central figure in their lives for decades to come. It was an amazing, and slightly terrifying, thought. And on top of that, the grown up version was due to visit this morning to get his first look at his infant doppleganger.
Though Dean claimed not to snore, he was making a decidedly unpleasant noise while he dozed on that chair, arms crossed against his chest, legs crossed at the ankles, his expression peaceful, despite the racket he was making. An unfinished cup of coffee sat on a table nearby, only half drained before Dean had succumbed to the Sandman. He wasn't a stranger to sleepless nights by any means. The mistake he'd made was letting himself relax - as soon as that had happened, he'd lost the battle.
Of course, it wasn't as though they weren't protected. A bubbly personality who had introduced herself as Hebe had popped in at the crack of dawn, and apparently Artemis and Apollo were somewhere in the hospital, keeping an eye on things. Anyone would think that Zeus' faction on Olympus wanted to keep the Winchesters safe while they were vulnerable. Jo couldn't help laughing a little at the sounds Dean was making, murmuring silly nonsense to their son about how his daddy was obviously half-bear to pass the time. Sammy just looked up at her with unblinking eyes, obviously just as fascinated with putting a face to the voice he knew so well as she was.
It wasn't until a soft knock was heard at the door that Dean stirred from his sleep, some part of him registering the noise, while some other part of him wanted to go on sleeping. "Go away," he murmured, his brain half-numb with exhaustion, forgetting in his sleep where he was and why he was there.
"Hello?" queried a male voice as the door was pushed open a crack. "It's Sam and Becky. Can we come in or is this a bad time?"
Dean's sleepy response to the knock on the door made Jo chuckle as she raised her head, calling out softly to the pair hiding on the other side of it. "Of course you can come in," she assured her son - her other firstborn son from another timeline - and his girlfriend. "I'm awake."
Jo's sleepy response was followed by a loud snore from the man slouching in the chair. "Um ..." Sam muttered uncertainly as he stepped into the room behind Becky. It might be a good time for his mother, but not apparently for his father. "Should we come back later?" he asked, in a hushed tone of voice.
"I don't think you're gonna get a better time," Jo smiled, not quite as sleepy as she first seemed. "One or both of us will be asleep next time you try, you can guarantee it." She eased herself up onto one elbow, careful not to jog the dozing baby beside her. "C'mon in, Sam, no one's gonna bite you. Hi, Becky."
Unusually for her, Becky seemed almost shy as she inched into the room in front of Sam, clutching a small bag emblazoned with the hospital's logo. "Hi," she greeted Jo in answer, glancing briefly at Dean before going on. "Um ....I ....we didn't know if you needed anything, so ....we kind of bought out all the chocolate and chips in the shop downstairs."
One would think the words chocolate and chips said in succession would wake the sleeping giant, but he was still sound asleep, which at least gave Sam and Becky a few moments to visit with Jo before he awoke. Sam wasn't sure why he was feeling so bashful, but it was a bit odd to be visiting his mother - who wasn't much older than him at this point in time - at the hospital where she'd just given birth to himself. But this was the decision he'd made, and one of the consequences he needed to face. "Brought some fresh coffee, too," Sam said, holding up a paper cup in each hand.
At the sight and smell of the coffee, Jo perked up considerably, pushing herself to sit up. "You're a saint," she informed him warmly. "Gimme. I need caffeine."
Becky giggled softly, putting the overflowing bag down on the end of the bed as she moved to find a chair to sit in.
Sam wasn't quite sure if she was allowed to have coffee or not. "A saint is better than an angel," he remarked with a smile, as he stepped closer to hand her the cup. "Careful, it's hot," he warned, not wanting her to spill any on the baby in her arms. He was trying hard to avoid even looking at the small bundle, focusing all his attention on his mother instead, but he knew he wasn't going to be able to avoid it forever.
Chuckling, Jo left Sammy in the center of the bed as she swung her feet around to the floor, claiming her cup of coffee with poorly disguised delight. She wasn't breastfeeding, she didn't need to be too careful with her intake. "You guys look like you got marginally more sleep than I did," she commented on the pair of them. "Good you didn't come in last night, though. Ares showed up at random with Ayden and Brian in tow."
Sam cast a quick glance around the room, trying to imagine all of them squeezed in there at the same time. "While Bobby and Ellen were here?" he asked. "And there wasn't any arguing?" he added with the barest hint of a smirk. It wasn't that they didn't like each other, but that was definitely a lot of testosterone to have squeezed into one small hospital room.
"Not a peep," Jo grinned, brushing her hair back out of her face. "Although I wish I'd taken pictures. Bobby just about melted." She snickered softly, glancing at the baby boy on the bed with her. "Sam, are you gonna sit down, or are you just gonna stand there looking awkward all day?"
He didn't have to ask if she was talking to him - at least, not yet. He wondered what it would be like down the road when she was addressing one and the other chimed in. They were both her children, but Jo didn't share the same memories that Sam did of his childhood, and he wasn't even sure if those events would happen the same way again, now that things had changed by his decision to stay. "I, uh ..." he stammered, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly, but before he could say anything further, the sleeping giant stirred, groaning and yawning and stretching in the chair.
"What time is it?" Dean asked half-yawning as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
Sleep was going to be in very short supply for a while, Jo could tell. Thankfully, however, Dean had been there and more than happy to take over caring for the baby when he'd woken demanding a feed less than an hour after they'd initially fallen asleep, waving her back to her dreams while he hummed Metallica to soothe their firstborn and dealt with everything that needed doing. In the chilly light of the spring morning, however, she was up, and thus far, she had already managed to give Sammy the hiccups, put his diaper on backwards, and his onesie on upside down. She had also, however, managed to have a shower and get dressed, tasks she considered accomplishments given how battered she felt.
Dean had managed to get a couple of hours of broken sleep in between feedings, diapering, and cuddling. He already knew from experience that babies were a lot of work, which left him a little more prepared to deal with it than Jo, whom he knew was exhausted from giving birth. It would take a few weeks, but he was confident they'd work it all out. After all, the grown Sam was proof that they'd done something right, and they'd have plenty of help along the way. He had not yet managed a shower or even a shave, but he had gulped down a couple of cups of coffee to keep himself going, along with a few donuts he'd snagged from a snack cart that had rolled down the hall earlier. At the moment, however, that coffee seemed to be failing him as he was dozing off in his chair.
As the nurses left them alone after an endless array of checks on mommy and baby, Jo finally got her quiet time with her son, keeping quiet so as not to disturb Dean while he dozed. She, at least, had had the luxury of a few hours of barely disturbed sleep, but he needed to recharge, to the point where she was considering sending him home tonight just so he was fully recharged and ready to catch the ball when she dropped it coming home. But for now, she was happily lying on the bed, Sammy swaddled beside her, tracing her fingertip over his little button nose and just generally allowing herself to be in awe of the fact that this was their son. This little person had been inside her, and would be a central figure in their lives for decades to come. It was an amazing, and slightly terrifying, thought. And on top of that, the grown up version was due to visit this morning to get his first look at his infant doppleganger.
Though Dean claimed not to snore, he was making a decidedly unpleasant noise while he dozed on that chair, arms crossed against his chest, legs crossed at the ankles, his expression peaceful, despite the racket he was making. An unfinished cup of coffee sat on a table nearby, only half drained before Dean had succumbed to the Sandman. He wasn't a stranger to sleepless nights by any means. The mistake he'd made was letting himself relax - as soon as that had happened, he'd lost the battle.
Of course, it wasn't as though they weren't protected. A bubbly personality who had introduced herself as Hebe had popped in at the crack of dawn, and apparently Artemis and Apollo were somewhere in the hospital, keeping an eye on things. Anyone would think that Zeus' faction on Olympus wanted to keep the Winchesters safe while they were vulnerable. Jo couldn't help laughing a little at the sounds Dean was making, murmuring silly nonsense to their son about how his daddy was obviously half-bear to pass the time. Sammy just looked up at her with unblinking eyes, obviously just as fascinated with putting a face to the voice he knew so well as she was.
It wasn't until a soft knock was heard at the door that Dean stirred from his sleep, some part of him registering the noise, while some other part of him wanted to go on sleeping. "Go away," he murmured, his brain half-numb with exhaustion, forgetting in his sleep where he was and why he was there.
"Hello?" queried a male voice as the door was pushed open a crack. "It's Sam and Becky. Can we come in or is this a bad time?"
Dean's sleepy response to the knock on the door made Jo chuckle as she raised her head, calling out softly to the pair hiding on the other side of it. "Of course you can come in," she assured her son - her other firstborn son from another timeline - and his girlfriend. "I'm awake."
Jo's sleepy response was followed by a loud snore from the man slouching in the chair. "Um ..." Sam muttered uncertainly as he stepped into the room behind Becky. It might be a good time for his mother, but not apparently for his father. "Should we come back later?" he asked, in a hushed tone of voice.
"I don't think you're gonna get a better time," Jo smiled, not quite as sleepy as she first seemed. "One or both of us will be asleep next time you try, you can guarantee it." She eased herself up onto one elbow, careful not to jog the dozing baby beside her. "C'mon in, Sam, no one's gonna bite you. Hi, Becky."
Unusually for her, Becky seemed almost shy as she inched into the room in front of Sam, clutching a small bag emblazoned with the hospital's logo. "Hi," she greeted Jo in answer, glancing briefly at Dean before going on. "Um ....I ....we didn't know if you needed anything, so ....we kind of bought out all the chocolate and chips in the shop downstairs."
One would think the words chocolate and chips said in succession would wake the sleeping giant, but he was still sound asleep, which at least gave Sam and Becky a few moments to visit with Jo before he awoke. Sam wasn't sure why he was feeling so bashful, but it was a bit odd to be visiting his mother - who wasn't much older than him at this point in time - at the hospital where she'd just given birth to himself. But this was the decision he'd made, and one of the consequences he needed to face. "Brought some fresh coffee, too," Sam said, holding up a paper cup in each hand.
At the sight and smell of the coffee, Jo perked up considerably, pushing herself to sit up. "You're a saint," she informed him warmly. "Gimme. I need caffeine."
Becky giggled softly, putting the overflowing bag down on the end of the bed as she moved to find a chair to sit in.
Sam wasn't quite sure if she was allowed to have coffee or not. "A saint is better than an angel," he remarked with a smile, as he stepped closer to hand her the cup. "Careful, it's hot," he warned, not wanting her to spill any on the baby in her arms. He was trying hard to avoid even looking at the small bundle, focusing all his attention on his mother instead, but he knew he wasn't going to be able to avoid it forever.
Chuckling, Jo left Sammy in the center of the bed as she swung her feet around to the floor, claiming her cup of coffee with poorly disguised delight. She wasn't breastfeeding, she didn't need to be too careful with her intake. "You guys look like you got marginally more sleep than I did," she commented on the pair of them. "Good you didn't come in last night, though. Ares showed up at random with Ayden and Brian in tow."
Sam cast a quick glance around the room, trying to imagine all of them squeezed in there at the same time. "While Bobby and Ellen were here?" he asked. "And there wasn't any arguing?" he added with the barest hint of a smirk. It wasn't that they didn't like each other, but that was definitely a lot of testosterone to have squeezed into one small hospital room.
"Not a peep," Jo grinned, brushing her hair back out of her face. "Although I wish I'd taken pictures. Bobby just about melted." She snickered softly, glancing at the baby boy on the bed with her. "Sam, are you gonna sit down, or are you just gonna stand there looking awkward all day?"
He didn't have to ask if she was talking to him - at least, not yet. He wondered what it would be like down the road when she was addressing one and the other chimed in. They were both her children, but Jo didn't share the same memories that Sam did of his childhood, and he wasn't even sure if those events would happen the same way again, now that things had changed by his decision to stay. "I, uh ..." he stammered, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly, but before he could say anything further, the sleeping giant stirred, groaning and yawning and stretching in the chair.
"What time is it?" Dean asked half-yawning as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.