#My mom is now upset with me because I didn't come to my niece's birthday party even though she's only FOUR.

[iero]

To go along with that last post, I really think that the sun setting sooner is really fucking up my mental state and my capability to, like, do anything. Like, the sun sets at, like, 5 PM now and my mind automatically is like, “Well, day is over. Time to go to bed.” because it’s dark out and if I didn’t do anything before that time, I mentally beat myself up over being ‘unproductive’ and ‘lazy.’ I hate it. 

[thedefinitionofendgame]

two under two

Amelia X Link multi-chapter | Rated T | Canon-divergent after 7x11

A/N: Just some Amelink (and others) fluff for y’all! After all the potential wedding talk in 17x11, I decided I just had to work on my Amelink short multi-chap fic. I’m just so glad Amelia’s found someone who is absolutely crazy about her. I am so happy for her and the little family she’s made. *SPOILERS FOR SEASON 17*

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You can read this work on ao3 and fanfiction.net as well

Written & cover by @thedefinitionofendgame (aka me)

chapter 1 - big news calls for bigger reactions

It was now or never, and even though never sounded fine to Amelia, she knew now was the best time to say whatever she wanted to say. Clearing her throat, she felt Link’s fingers intertwine with hers under the table, which kept her calm. There’s no time like the present, Amelia thought to herself. Rip off the bandaid and get on with it! So by opening her mouth, she did just that. “We, Link and I, have something to tell you guys,” Amelia said, shifting her gaze to everyone seated around the outdoor dining room table. They were outside because the weather was finally nice enough to enjoy a meal in the outdoors, without fear of being rained on.

Everyone stopped chattering and turned to look at Amelia. There was a big crowd tonight in the backyard, as get-togethers were allowed now that all the adults had their COVID vaccines. Besides Meredith and the kids, Winston, Jo, Teddy, Owen, Leo and Allison had come over as well. Oh and of course, Jo’s adopted daughter, Luna Ashton who had been renamed Luna Ashton Brooke Wilson, to honour her birth name and her forever mom. It was definitely a full house, which made for the perfect time to announce Amelia and Link’s news; the news that they had been dreading to announce for the past couple months. Not dreading the actuality of the news so much as the reactions it would bring. Just like the time before, Amelia braced herself for the responses of her friends and sisters that telling this news would bring.

Amelia paused a heartbeat too long. While Zola, Bailey and Ellis were quiet at their kids table next to the main one, Meredith was the impatient one. “Well, out with it!” She said, raising an eyebrow at Amelia. Despite Meredith’s terrible health scares earlier in the year, the blonde had bounced right back and was as high spirited as ever. She still had to take it easy, especially when it came to heavy-breathing exercises, but for the most part Meredith Grey was back to normal.

Amelia looked at Link, who nodded encouragingly. He hadn’t forced her to announce their news in front of everyone today, and had actually suggested only telling Meredith and Maggie to start. However Amelia said she wanted to tell everyone at once, to avoid any questioning or whispering that might happen at the hospital. “Link and I are pregnant again. Tada, that’s the surprise.”

The entire table fell silent, while everyone processed the news. Maggie was the first to recover and jumped up out of her seat to give Amelia a hug. “Oh my gosh!” She squealed, engulfing Amelia into her embrace.

“That’s awesome news! I’m so happy I get to be Auntie Mer again,” Meredith said. It only made her a little sad to know that last time Link and Amelia had announced they were pregnant, Andrew had been with her and heard the news firsthand. She quickly shook her head to clear her mind of those thoughts. This was not the time nor place to think about Andrew DeLuca.

Next to Amelia, Link was receiving a fist bump from Winston and Jo smiled happily at her best friend. “I’m really happy for you, you’re gonna make a great dad times two.” Jo bounced Luna in her lap. “Are you excited to have another baby friend? Maybe it will be a girl this time.”

Link opened his mouth to reply, when Zola popped up between the new parents’ two chairs. “I can’t wait for another cousin! Can I say hi to the baby?” Nodding, Amelia pushed back her chair so that Zola could place her hands on her Auntie’s belly. Amelia was a bit overwhelmed by the well-wishes; she hadn’t expected so much attention. When she had started telling people about Scout’s coming, it was only Maggie then Link then Meredith and Andrew. People found out gradually. Oh god, Link was right! Cursing herself about her baby daddy being right about waiting, Amelia tried to drag herself out of her own thoughts.

The squeezing of her hand in Link’s brought her back. Zola had moved on, and was now happily talking about the new cousin on the way to Bailey and Ellis. Scout was napping just inside, which at least dialled back the noise. If one baby was loud, Amelia was scared to find out what two would be like.

Although she was excited. Goodness, she was over the damn moon about it. The first time Link had gotten her pregnant, she had been just scared, until Mr. Atticus Lincoln had turned her whole though process upside down. He had told her he would support her no matter what she decided; would love their baby unconditionally or drive her to the clinic if she chose to have an abortion. Amelia hadn’t ever felt that type of love before, the type that didn’t matter what she chose. It only grew with the pregnancy, at least after the whole “who’s the daddy” fiasco got cleared up. At least this time Amelia was one-hundred percent sure this baby was Link’s. She loved the baby they had made together the first time, and would love their second baby just as much.

While most of the people around the table seemed surprised, Link was very much not. When Amelia had told him she was pregnant, he had raised an eyebrow at her and laughed, before telling her he loved her and that he was the happiest man alive. With all the “athletic and aerobic” sex they had despite having four kids in the same house as them, it was no wonder he managed to get Amelia knocked up a second time in less than two years. It was more like one and a bit years, because what everyone else didn’t know was that Amelia was already five months along. They’d gotten pregnant around Scout’s half birthday. Good timing on their part...not. Both Link and Amelia weren’t against having more kids but had not wanted to discuss or try for a second for a while longer. Baby Amelink #2 was a bit of a surprise just like their older brother had been.

Owen and Teddy were the last to offer their congratulations. "Well I’m pleased for you both," Owen said, speaking for the first time since the bombshell was dropped. He didn't look at Teddy, because he knew what her face would convey. They had been wanting to add to their growing brood for the past couple months, but nothing had happened. Owen didn't think of himself as infertile, all previous mishaps had proven that, so he wasn't quite sure why he and Teddy hadn't gotten pregnant yet. Although he wasn't going to complain, especially when Amelia and Link seemed to just come to terms and that's why they chose to wait so long to announce it. He had been waiting for them to come out with their secret for a while now, after accidentally overhearing a conversation between them both in the pit post-consult. Like the good ex-husband-more like friend and fellow doctor-Owen was, he kept quiet and didn’t even tell Teddy. Now that their news was out in the open, at least he wouldn’t have to worry about slipping up ever.

Chatter continued amongst the friends, and Amelia relaxed now that the focus was off of her. She leaned back in her chair and placed a hand on her growing tummy. “You’re already a hit,” she whispered to the baby inside of her.

“Damn right she is,” Link leaned over and whispered in Amelia’s ear, sending shivers down her spine. Why did that voice always make her think dirty thoughts? Probably the hormones, and also the fact he used that exact tone in the bedroom. God Amelia, get your head out of the gutter, she thought to herself.

Amelia glanced at Link. “Are you calling girl on me?”

Link shrugged, not totally willing to admit it, but he was definitely thinking it was a girl. “Maybe. Jo said it first.”

“Oh sure, that’s what sparked it.” Amelia rolled her eyes but internally, she was smiling really big. “We already have a name regardless of their gender though.”

“We do.” Link smiled and pressed a kiss to Amelia’s temple. “Best name ever.”

“Even better than Scout?” She smiled back at the man she loved more than anything else in the world, maybe even more than Scout. Amelia loved her son very much, but it was his daddy that made everything in her life good. Every single moment, no matter how upsetting, Link somehow made it worth it. Made it worth all the hard nights and the crying sessions and the struggles to stay sober. He was her everything, and always would be. Together, they would be there for Scout and the new baby. It was always going to be them, until the very end.

Link thought for a moment. “Nope, but tied though.”

Laughing, Amelia nodded. “Alright, I can live with that.” They were quiet for a moment, then Link nudged Amelia with his elbow. She turned and saw Ellis standing beside her chair. “Hey Ellie-Belle, what’s up?”

“I wanna sit with you and the new baby. Where is it?” Ellis looked around, as though she magically expected a baby to appear outside in the backyard.

Meredith raised an eyebrow at her sister, as the youngest Shepherd pulled her niece into her lap with only minor difficulty. “If you have a girl, all I gotta say is that they’re clingy and ask a lot of questions. Such as,” she turned to Zola who was standing beside her patiently waiting to ask a question. “Yes, Zo-Zo?”

“When are we going to have dinner? Bailey’s hungry and we ate lunch over five hours ago.” Zola stated matter-of-factly.

“And with boys, you get the always hungry factor,” Meredith sighed.

“Know all about that,” Amelia said, with a pointed look at the baby monitor on the table. “I swear this kid never stops eating. He’s almost getting more action than Link is,” Amelia blurts out, forgetting there was a child in her lap and four others nearby. Well, more like 3 because Allison was inside napping with Scout.

No one really paid close attention, except Link who let out a chuckle. “Always telling like it is,” he said with a smirk. Link waited until Meredith had gotten up and headed inside with the rest of the adults and the other kids, minus the one in Amelia’s embrace, before he said anything else. “I love you,” he whispered, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

Amelia melted and wrapped her arms tighter around Ellis. For a minute she pretended that the small body in her lap was her own daughter, the girl’s older brother chasing after the food Bailey sought as well. “I love you too. Everyone took our surprise a lot better than I thought.”

“Of course they did. Because they love you, they love Scout and I guess they love me too,” Link added.

“They love you probably more than me. I’m the former drug addict, remember?”

“Hey, you’re still keeping your promise about not getting high. That’s all that matters.” Link placed one of his hands on Amelia’s belly, right where their baby was growing. Ellis twisted in Amelia’s lap and did the same, amazed by whatever her Uncle Link was doing. With a smile to both the girls present, he messed Ellis’ hair and then looked over at the woman he loved. The woman he had unashamedly surrendered his heart to, the woman who he would fight forever for. He had almost let her and their beautiful son slip through his fingers, but thank god his best friend told him to not mess what he had with Amelia up. She was his ever after, and it was true that before Amelia, he didn’t tell people he was in love with them often. Hookups were a thing of his past, after the gorgeous brown haired-blue eyed girl walked into his life. She had walked in, stolen his heart and stayed because they were going to be each other’s forever. They were each other’s forever.

A forever as a family of four. Because they already had Scout and a baby on the way which made them a family of four. Four was a number Link could work with, a number he sort of wanted to increase but only if Amelia wanted. He would do anything for her and vice versa. His girl was strong and brave and worked miracles everyday. If it was anything Atticus Lincoln was proud to do, it was call Amelia, his.

posting chapter 2 & 3 soon!

[deans-baby-momma]

Shakedown

A/N: Chapter 8. The last installment of My Hiatus Story, Life Without You.    Season 14 premiere tonight! I'm excited, nervous, scared; just a myriad of emotions. Are you?

SERIES MASTERLIST

The joy of having Sam and Jack back in the Bunker was short-lived. Everyone was on edge, trying to come up with a viable plan to get rid of Michael while also saving Dean. Sam had called in everyone to help. Jody from Sioux Falls. Donna from Minnesota. Even Garth, the hunter turned werewolf (but still a hunter) and his wife Bess.  Everyone was on hand and eager to help save Dean.

Many ideas had been thrown about and each one had a flaw. Sam was getting agitated, Cas was getting upset, even Bobby was getting annoyed. I was put in charge of the nephilim, who without his grace, was in the mindset of a child.

Jack's endless questions and curiosity was time-consuming. And it fell onto my shoulders to be a somewhat mother to not only him, but the few other children who were, for the time being, residing in the Bunker. 

"I don't care Bobby," I hear Sam's raised voice echo through the halls. "We are going to find that asshole archangel and we are going to do whatever it takes to get my brother back!"

The response is not as loud and unclear as I head to the Dean-cave to corral the children for their lunch. Dean and I had spent a whole weekend about a year or so ago remodeling and redecorating one of the numerous empty rooms into a tv room/den so we could relax and watch movies. For years we had settled with a laptop screen and a motel bed for this but once Dean was gifted a huge flat screen television from a grateful client we decided this was the way to go. Albeit the television had turned out to be home to a cursed object and we ended up having to demolish it. I had replaced it with a safe and normal, non-cursed one for Dean's birthday, just earlier this year.  

"Lunchtime guys!" The children and Jack looked toward me with smiles on their faces. "And yes,  before you ask Jack, I cut the crusts off for you. Now, come on get to the kitchen and eat." I walk in and reach for the remote to click the screen off. The other kids run off toward the kitchen but Jack hangs back.

"You will make an excellent mother," he tells me. The grin on his face falters as he notices the tears in my eyes. "Did-did I say something wrong? Do you not want to be a good mother?"

I chuckle despite the tears. "No Jack. You didn't say anything wrong. These are happy tears. It's just my hormones. They are screwy with the pregnancy."

Jack nods as of he understands and exits the room, leaving me behind.  I slink down into Dean's chair.  The fabric still holds his scent, a mixture of gunpowder, motor oil and whiskey. I turn my head and simply breathe in the heady, yet sweet balm. I miss him so much already. I need him to get back to me, to is, safe and unharmed.

Wiping my tears, I stand up and straighten my shoulders. No time to be melancholy now.

The tension in the Bunker is thick. Sam has gone all Alpha male on everyone. He is beyond determined to get his brother back! He told me late one night recently that he can’t imagine a life without Dean in it and he doesn’t want to try.

“Dean has done so much--sacrificed so much--for me. If it’s the last thing I do on this Earth, I will bring him back to you, to me, to that baby.”

“But Sam,” I say, running my hand subconsciously over the obvious bump of my stomach. “You can’t kill yourself trying. You have to take breaks, rest. We need you too.”

He runs his fingers through his long brown hair. I stand and round the table we are sitting at and pull his head against my chest. The stubble on his chin thicker than usual, from worrying about saving Dean and not his own self. It tickles the bare skin of my arm as I wrap it around his neck. “Take care of yourself. Go get some sleep. Take a shower. Brush your teeth. Eat!” I hug his neck tightly  before letting go to look him in the eye. “And something fulfilling. Not whatever you’ve been hoarding in your room.”

“Yes mom,” Sam says, a smile in his voice.

“I’m not your mom. You already have one.” I say as I smack the back of his head before he stands fully to where I can’t reach.

“You’re going to be a good mom to my niece or nephew,” Sam says and nods before leaving the room to hopefully do as I told him to.

Unfortunately, the next morning I am met with an even more haggard looking Sam. I knew from the minute I laid eyes on him in the kitchen, Sam Winchester had not gotten an ounce of rest and was already filling up on caffeine to get through another day of researching and analyzing how to get Dean back from Michael.

I shake my head as I reach into the fridge to grab stuff to make breakfast for the rest of the Bunker residents. Egg, bacon, sausage, frozen biscuits. Food to keep us all going and to keep us all optimistic.  

Jack finds me in the library, curled up in one of the leather chairs in the corner. I’ve been doing my own investigations into how to get the archangel out of Dean’s body but have come up short on more than one occasion.

“Can I ask you something?”

I look up to see Jack, his face flushed and he seems to be bashful. He is holding his laptop, open, in his palms.

“What is it, Jack?”

“Did you and Dean have intercourse? Is that how the baby got inside you?”

I was glad I wasn’t in the process of drinking anything because his blunt questions had me gasping.

“Where--who told you that?”

“I watched a video on how babies are made. And it said that the mother, that’s you, and the father, Dean. They have intercourse and that’s how the baby is made. Dean put his penis inside--”

“Jack!” I say his name loudly, probably too loudly, to get his attention and shut him up. The nephilim looks at me curious and shy.

“Is that not how it happened?”

I take a breath to even my erratic heartbeat. I sit up straighter in the chair and nod to the one across from me for Jack to sit down. He complies, balancing his laptop on his knees.

“Yes, Jack. Dean and I had intercourse. Some people call it sex. Some call it making love. But apparently whatever video you watched, has told you the intimate details. So yes, Dean and I made love and from that love a baby was created. A baby that I will love unconditionally.”

“Even if Dean doesn’t make it back?”

“Don’t talk like that Jack,” I reprimand him. “Dean will be saved and he will make it back to us. Alive and well. You just have to keep thinking positive.”

“DO YOU EVEN CARE?”

“Yes, Sam, I do care. He is my son,” Mary answers her youngest’s question. “I love him. I want him back too!”

I listen to the argument from around the corner of the war room, in the hallway hidden from view.

“YOU DON’T ACT LIKE IT. YOUR SON IS BEING USED AS A MEAT SUIT FOR THE BIGGEST DOUCHE OF AN ANGEL OUT THERE AND YOU JUST SEEM SO INDIFFERENT. THIS IS YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD!”

Sam’s words echo through the room and make their way past my inconspicuous spot. Sam and his mother have been going at it all morning. Sam claiming Mary of being aloof and heartless about Dean being practically kidnapped and worn like a Halloween costume. Mary defending herself by saying she cares and she is working on her own devices to get Dean back.

“WE NEED TO BE WORKING TOGETHER THEN. PUT ALL OUR RESOURCES TOGETHER AND THEN COME TO A UNANIMOUS DECISION. NOT GO OFF HALF-COCKED, WITH HALF OF THE INFORMATION WE NEED. THAT’LL JUST KILL MORE OF US.”

“Sam, calm down sweetie,” Mary admonishes.

“CALM DOWN? CALM DOWN?” Sam’s voice raises more, if possible. “YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN THE ONE WHO BASICALLY RAISED ME IS OUT THERE BEING USED AND IS NOT IN CONTROL OF WHAT HAPPENS TO HIS BODY. WE DON’T EVEN KNOW IF HE IS AWARE OF WHAT MICHAEL IS DOING!!”

“Son, we are doing everything--” Bobby speaks up. I hear a crash and peek around the door to see that Sam has thrown a tome across the room, hitting and breaking a vase in the corner, the glass shattering to the floor and the water dripping from the perch.

“NO WE ARE GIVING HALF-ASSED ATTEMPTS TO FIND HIM.”

I leave my hiding spot to head back to the kitchen to grab a mop and bucket and trash can to clean up the mess in the war room. I hear Sam and Bobby pass the kitchen, heading back to the  repurposed conference room, a room not frequently used towards the back of the Bunker but after everything Sam and Bobby had turned it into a hub for working to find ways to get Dean back.

I carry the bucket and mop to the war room, to be met with a downtrodden and distressed Mary. I squat to and begin picking up the shards of glass, making sure to give her her space. I like Mary but I also don’t want to crowd her or get into her space. They are all working so diligently to bring Dean back that I don’t want to get in the way.

“You don’t have to do that,” her timid voice sounds behind me. I drop a few shards into the trash can and turn to see her looking at me, a small smile on her face.

“Well, someone has to do it. And you all are working so hard.”

“Thank you. We all appreciate you,” Mary says as she joins me in the floor and begins helping to pick up the glass. “You are the glue that is holding everything else together, you know. You take care of all of us. You make sure we all are fed and well rested.”

“Sam isn’t,” I contradict.

“Not that you don’t try to get that big lug to,” Mary smiles. “I just want you to know I see what you do behind the scenes. And I know Dean will be grateful for it when he comes back.”

Tears prickle my eyelids at the thoughts of Dean coming home, coming back to me, back to his child; the one he knows nothing about.

“I sometimes wonder if he’d known about this little guy, if he would’ve still said yes.”

“He would,” I tell her. “I know Dean. I’ve known Dean for a decade. If he thinks his sacrifice would save people and make this world a better place, you can bet your ass he would’ve still said yes. Especially if it meant making a safe a better world for his child.”

Mary helps me finish cleaning and then makes her own way to the conference room at the back of the Bunker.

A noise catches my attention as I’m in my room, cleaning. I walk through the hall and can hear the distinct timbre of Castiel’s voice. I walk into the room and see the angel’s face. It is beaten and bloodied. I start to rush toward him as he says, “That means Dean dies too.”

I stop as the words permeate my ears. Then Jack’s voice sounds and it makes my blood boil. “Then he dies.” I can’t stop myself as I make my way to the nephilim and smack him across the face. The boy looks up at me as he holds his cheek in his hand. “I do not want to hear those words come from your mouth again!” I yell at him. “Dean is not going to die!”

I turn to Cas and grab his chin, lifting his face to inspect the damage.

“I am sorry you had to hear that,” he tells me.

I take a breath and focus on what needs to be done. I grab the towel from my shoulder and wipe the blood from his face. Not answering him, I continue cleaning his wounds.

Suddenly we hear a commotion and the majority of the adults who have been working tirelessly to save my boyfriend and baby daddy rushes into the room.

“We found him!” Sam announces. But before any plans can be made, the iron door above us opens and in walks Dean. Well, Dean’s body; Michael is in full control. I can tell just by the posture and the gait with which he approaches the balcony.

“Wrong. I have found you.”

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