The daughter of a CEO is an undercover secret agent who falls in love with a former ex-boyfriend who turned into a wanted man.


10. Am I... Again?

It was agreed that Dean would serve a five year sentence and be given 200 hours of community service. Dean and I were living in my apartment with our son. He was born at 11:32pm on December 31st. The three of us were given one year to spend time together as a family before Dean had gone off to serve his sentence. Our son, Jace has my black hair and Dean’s eyes. He was such a cute baby, only at six months old that I could tell he was going to be a ladies man when he grows up. He already captured my heart. “Sam’s the only person that hasn’t met him yet Dean.” I said, getting our son ready to head over to Nate’s place. Both Charlotte and Anna were staying with them. I guess it seems that the four of them were living together now. It’s a full house now. Dean was feeling indifferent towards the decision for Sam to meet Jace. I wanted our son to get to know his uncle because I had no siblings for him to meet. He sighed and gave in to Sam meeting Jace. I thanked him and kissed his cheek.

Once we were ready to go, we headed out and drove to Nate’s place. We headed up to his floor. I held Jace in my arms when Dean knocked on the door of the apartment. We waited a minute before the door opened. “Hello handsome.” Charlotte took Jace from my arms and brought him inside. I rolled my eyes and entered the apartment. Dean hadn’t been over at Nate’s place before. He closed the door behind us. Nate approached us and gave me a hug. “Nate, this is Dean.” I said once pulling away from the hug. The two of them shook hands. Nate mentioned that they had a class together. While the two of them were talking, I joined Charlotte in the living room. I asked her where Anna and Sam were. Charlotte said the two were out getting groceries and would be home soon. “How difficult was it getting Dean over here?” asked she.

“He seems relieved that Sam isn’t here yet.” As soon as I said the statement, the door to the apartment had opened. Anna had called out that she and Sam were home. Quickly I glanced over at Dean’s direction to see him stiffen a bit. I stood up and brought Jace with me to greet them. “Hey guys. Sam, I want you to meet Jace. Do you want to hold him?” Sam looked at Jace and then at me. Hesitantly, he nodded and I handed Jace over. He seemed almost nervous, as if he were going to drop him. Anna had gone to put the groceries in the kitchen. Nate and Charlotte both went to help her. Dean had walked into the living room after his conversation with Nate when Sam and Anna arrived. I walked over to Dean and joined him on the couch. I could tell how uncomfortable he was with Sam in the room, holding Jace. I motioned for Sam to join us. Sam took his seat beside me. When was I suddenly the moderator between these two? “You two are brothers. This fighting has gone on far too long.” I said.

“Sam, I shouldn’t have left. Dad would’ve wanted me to look out for you because you’re my little brother. I know I haven’t been the best big brother lately. I just want us to be okay again. I know it’ll take time for you to accept me as your brother.” I knew that Dean was fighting every instinct in his body to keep from apologizing to Sam. He had to change that. Little by little, Dean was reverting back to his old-self -- 15-year-old Dean. Whether old or current, I had always been in love with Dean. My three friends were preparing food in the kitchen while I sat with two brothers in an argument. I had rescued Jace from Sam and grabbed his bottle to feed him. “I think it was a bad idea to bring Dean.” I had gone into the kitchen with my friends.

“Lex, don’t say that. They have yet to rip each other’s throats out. They haven’t done that yet.” Charlotte was leaning against the counter with her arms crossed.

“Maybe it’s you who should speak to Sam about all of this.” Nate suggested. I figured that he was right. He seemed to be one of the sensible people in this entire apartment, besides myself and the girls. I asked Charlotte to help with finishing Jace’s feeding and reminded her to put him down for a nap afterwards. I walked out of the kitchen and went over to the Winchesters. “Hey Sam, can I talk to you for a minute?” They were arguing over something Dean had done a few years ago after he had dropped out from high school that their dad, John was furious about. Sam stood from the couch and followed me into his room. I closed the bedroom door after he entered and sat on the bed. I patted the empty space beside me. Reluctantly, Sam joined me. “You two are brothers. I don’t understand the point of all this fighting. Dean is the only family you have left. Your parents died, and it’s almost like you’re blaming each other. I know what Dean had done in the past was wrong. He still is going to prison for his crimes. When he gets out, he’ll be doing 200 hours of community service. Be lucky that my boss was able to get a nicer man from the FBI. There are other FBI agents much worse than he.

“Sam, you should be lucky to have Dean. I don’t have any siblings. It’s just my dad and I. Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do if one day my dad passed away. Of course I’d be crushed, but then it got me thinking. You and Dean are like family to me. Our friends out there are family to me too. We don’t have to be blood related to be family Sam. I can tell you brother needs you. He may not admit it right now, but he’s slowly learning to change his ways. Also, he’s trying to be the best father figure to Jace. The two of you fighting is not setting a good example. I want you to be a part of Jace’s life too, as his uncle. I don’t want him to grow up not-” I stopped in mid-sentence to get up and knelt down beside the trashcan in Sam’s room. He went over to help me pull my hair back. He rubbed my back with the other hand. “Hey, are you okay?” asked he. “I’ll go grab you some water.” I thanked him before he left the room.

Just a minute later, Sam came back with a glass. Dean had followed him in to check up on me. He saw me knelt down beside the trashcan. Sam handed me the glass. “Lex, what’s wrong?” Dean asked.

“Dean, I’m fine. I must’ve eating something bad before we got here.” It was odd that my stomach was rejecting foods that… I… “No.” I can’t be… Am I… Again? I started to count back the days of when my last period started. Sam and Dean were carefully watching me with worried looks on their faces. A few times during my counting session I lost count, but eventually I came up with a conclusion. “Dean,” I paused and looked up at him. “I think I’m pregnant.”

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