Fic: Sammy on My Mind: Epilogue

[majestic_duxk]

Dean woke up and the room was moving.

“What the fuck?” Rooms didn’t move. Did they?

Gingerly sitting up, he looked around, then had to bounce a bit because although he had no fucking idea where he was, but the mattress was incredibly comfortable – maybe even memory foam, given the way it was caressing his ass! – and the sheets felt really damn nice. Almost good enough to lie back…

Sighing, Dean hauled himself to the side of the bed. He can’t go back to bed. Not until he knows where he is. And it’s probably not prison, given how comfortable, and weirdly nice it all is. But it’s still not familiar… or at least, not really. Frowning, his rest upon a photo frame beside the bed. It looks like him but… grabbing it, he held it close, scowling now, because yeah, that is definitely him. But he doesn’t know where it was taken – he could swear he’s never been anywhere with windmills – and he doesn’t recognise the other guy. He’s tall and looks a bit like a shaggy puppy. A really attractive puppy. One that Dean would definitely bone.

What was he ever thinking? That was fucking weird. You need to focus, he sternly told himself. Because thinking about it, it’s weird that he’s in a picture with a strange man. And that’s not the only picture. Photo frames filled with pictures are scattered throughout the room. Most of them are of him and the man, although there’s a couple of dad and Kevin (which is weird, because dad looks like he’s crying in one), and his eyes rest on another of him and the puppy man. Although this time the man was holding the cute little girl – all smiles and freckles, and very green eyes.

Dean frowned, but before his thoughts could make any sense, he spied a note.

Dean, press play on the computer.

Ok. So wherever he is, they know him. Well, his name at least. That’s something, right?

Feeling no small amount of trepidation, Dean pressed play.

--oo--

John appeared on the screen, and something Dean hadn’t realised was tight, relaxed within him. If his dad was there, then somehow it was ok. Pictures could be faked after all.

“Hi sweetheart, it’s dad.”

Dean grimaced. That was kinda weird. Dean was no one’s sweetheart. Dad only said that when he was worried. So maybe things weren’t ok?

“He knows it’s you, dad! God, how many times are we going to have to record this thing?”

Kevin was off screen, but Dean chuckled at his brother’s annoyed tone. Kevin sounded the same as ever, like a whiney brat. Kevin sounded fine.

“We’re not going to do again, Kevin.” And even on the other side of the screen, Dean knew they weren’t. He winced at his father’s drill sergeant tone, he’d been on the end of that enough times, but before he could get too caught up, John’s was staring back at the camera, eyes soft. “Ok, last take? So sweetheart, this is dad. Kevin’s here too–“

The vision blurred for a moment, and then Kevin was there, all big arms and spiked hair and… surely he was more built that Dean remembered? Shaking his head, Dean decided he must be mistaken.

“Kevin! You’re supposed to wait! Remember break it in easy, oh for fuck’s sake.” John glared at his youngest, while Kevin grinned and waved at the camera.

“Dean. What’s the date?”

“January 24, 2010.” Dean replied without thinking.

His dad was looking sadly at the camera. “Son, you had a car accident on January 24, 2010. Things have changed a lot since then. But one things hasn’t. Me and Kevin still love you very much. But, well. Things have changed. And using this video recording, we’re going to-“

“Oh my god, dad! Dean. Lots has changed since you had your accident. Check this out.”

The image of his father and brother fade, and words fill the screen.

Hello, Dean.
Today is the 29th May, 2017

“No.” The word bursts from Dean’s mouth. “No, it can’t be!”

Here’s some things you may have missed.

Dean watched open mouthed as newspaper headlines and photos filled the screen. There’s war and earthquakes and “No! We lost the game! God! How many times have I paid dad a hundred bucks! Fucking Vikings!”. There were puppies, and “Trump ran for president?” and “Wow! Pluto looks like that” and, “I knew you’d fucking ace that! But no fucking way! A doctor!”

The photos melded into more and more pictures of him, of his family, and of the sexy giant. Who the fuck was he?

The thought abruptly departed when the screen freezes on an image of Dean in a suit. It looks like a wedding…

“What the fuck? I got married?!”

The flurry of photos stopped at this point, and his dad and the man appeared on the screen.

“Hi, Dean. It’s Sam. Your husband.” And he gets a huge sappy grin. Which he quickly hides behind a serious expression. “And before you say anything, you love me very much. And of course, I love you.”

Dean was willing to believe it. That was quite the sappy smile. And dad hadn’t punched him out.

“I met you at the Roadhouse” Sam laughed, and those beautiful dimples appeared. “Bobby and Ellen didn’t like me much.”

The video cuts to Bobby and Ellen out the front of the Roadhouse.

“Don’t let him fool you, boy. We still don’t like the idjit.”

Ellen elbowed Bobby in the ribs. “But we do love you, so we gave him the waffle recipe.”

Bobby’s gruff face broke into a grin. “And also for that revolting iced chocolate you like, and don’t argue with me boy, I’ve served some bad drinks in my time, but that had to be the worst. But if you’re in the mood, definitely ask for it. Sam’ll be more than happy to make it.”

Ok… This was all strange. But… It had to real, didn’t it? Dad and Kevin and Bobby and Ellen would never fuck with him. Plus maybe there was a small part of Dean that wanted to believe it was real. For some reason, there was something he liked about the man. Sam. Something he liked about Sam. He was drawn to him.

“There’s been lots of other changes too.”

Dean leaned forward as there are pictures of the wedding – wow he married a looker! Sam’s fucking gorgeous in that suit. And Dean doesn’t look too bad either. The photos stop and a movie starts up. It’s him and Sam, and the wedding party. There’s a few faces he recognised, but more than a few that he doesn’t. There’s plenty of photos of Sam with a dark haired man – his best man from the look of it. Dean wiped tears from his eyes as he realised Kevin was his best man.

“Do you, Sam Campbell, take Dean Winchester, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish for as long as you may live?”

Dean’s holds his breath as Sam looks at him, so much love in his eyes. “I do.”

“And do you, Dean Winchester, take Sam Campbell, to be your lawfully wedded husband…”

Dean tunes it out and stares at his face. He’s in love. He is staring at this man he doesn’t know and he is in love. How the fuck does that even happen.

“You may now-“

“Wait. I want to say something.”

What the fuck? Sam interrupted before they got to the good part!

“Dean. I’m saying this to you for today, and for tomorrow, and for every day after. I love you. I love you with all my heart. And I am going to spend each and every day getting you to fall in love with me.”

Dean doesn’t wipe his tears away as the priest continues with “you may now kiss the groom” and Sam leans forward and pulls him into the hottest kiss he’s seen in a very long time!

Relaxing back into the pillows, Dean watched open mouthed as more images of his life appeared. He must have been happy, as he was definitely getting fatte-

“What the fuck!”

That wasn’t just a fat stomach. That was a pregnant stomach. Dean’s seen pregnant men before and that looks like…

Before he can hyperventilate too much, there are more pictures. Dean couldn’t help but notice the way Sam’s smile is growing at the same rate as his belly, and really, Dean looks very happy too.

Even as Dean stared at himself, another movie started. This time Dean was screaming at Sam.

“I SWEAR I AM NEVER LETTING YOU FUCK ME AGAIN SO LONG AS WE LIVE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!”

A snort is surprised out of him. For the first time he felt lucky not to remember anything - that was obviously a rough ride. Sweat coated his brow, and woah, that is a mean fucking look in his eye! The movie paused when a small bundle is placed in his arms. Although he can’t see what it is yet, he knew what it was. He watches the way his face softens, and that smile playing on his lips is… wow. Fucking wow.

Dean just watched himself fall in love.

Hastily he wiped tears away – not that there was anyone to see, but still. He’s not the crying type, and that’s already too times too many.

Except there he is crying on screen.

“She’s so gorgeous! Sammy! Look at what we made!”

Dean looked hard at Sam’s expression - and if the camera is on Sam, who the fuck is filming? Focus, Dean, he tells himself sternly. He can ask that later, right now he’s looking at the way his… fuck! His husband! He’s looking at the way his husband is also falling in love with that little bundle.

“What do you want to call her, Dean?”

Dean’s pretty sure his expression mirrors that in the movie. Who asks the person who can’t remember a single a fucking thing to name their child? Who the fuck does that? She’s gonna end up with some weird ass name. I mean, if you asked him what she would be called now it be-

“Matilda Rose.”

Dean stared in shock as movie him spoke with him him. Sam’s face crinkled up in delight. Kissing Dean on the head he patted the baby – Matilda’s – head.

“That’s what you say every time, Dean.”


~o~

Dean sat silently as the video played on. Blinking back even more tears as years passed before his eyes. He sees his baby become a toddler and then a little girl. She had Sam’s looks, but there was a cheeky feel about her that Dean liked to think might be his? Plus all those freckles.

Just when he thought it was over, there was one last video. Sam and Matilda stood looking out to sea, in matching red anoraks. Turning around to look at the camera, Matilda waved.

“Come up soon, daddy!”

Laughing, Sam turned around, hoisting her onto his hip, before he looked directly at the camera. Sam walked forward, and Dean couldn’t help but notice the fucking icebergs in the background. What the fuck? Where the fuck were they?

Sam seemed to stare straight into Dean’s eyes, as his lips smirked in a challenge.

“Grab your jacket, babe, and come join us. It’s cold this morning.”

the end

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4