Trails To Happiness

Protector

(Narrator POV)
The first few months after the wedding had been calm and serene with no major interruptions or life events.

They all should have known it was coming.

With a family as big as theirs, it seemed liked every other day was some kind of big even or announcement. Another wedding, another baby, another couple.

It was a lot for all of them to absorb sometimes, but the chaos was really the only way they all knew how to live.

A brief reprieve from the madness almost made Dean even more anxious than the hectic-ness of their normal lives, because nothing happening now meant that something was gonna happen soon.

The anticipation kills.

Dean and Cas passed the time by getting Jack's name and birthday tattooed on them under Claire, starting an herb section to the garden, and buying a fish tank for the living room.

Soon though, Dean could not be distracted anymore.

Luckily, he had found a sort of fun way to stave off the nerves that always came with a break of the crazy.

He'd try to guess what would happen next.

A lot of times he wasn't right, because he couldn't normally guess when it was about himself, and a lot of times he and Cas just so happened to be at the epicenter of the upcoming life-hurricane. Other times though, he hit the nail right on the head.

Like when he silently guessed that Jess was pregnant.

Now, this may seem like a weird thing to notice or predict, but when you spend a lot of time with people, you notice things about them.

For example, Ash always drank a juice box with his pizza.

Weird little things like that.

Pretty much everybody knew the habits, likes, and dislikes of everyone else in the family.

Gabe absolutely loved sweets, but he'd slap you in the face if you tried to give him vanilla Oreos. Pam was terrifying in everything she did, but she was scared to death of beetles. Jo couldn't stand olives, but she loved to eat them in salads. Meg sometimes ate her cereal in water, just to gross them out.

Ash watched cartoons everyday at exactly 5 am.

It was noticing those little habits, that led to Dean knowing that Jody would take Jess out for dinner ever third Friday of the month and both of them would have white wine with their meal.

Noticing that stuff was also why Dean knew that Jess hated pesto sauce with a passion.

So, running into them at dinner one night while Jess was drinking water and eating a big ol' bowl of pesto-covered-noodles, was the first clue.

Now, Dean didn't say anything, but he did subconsciously start paying closer attention. If he was going to be an uncle, he wanted to know as soon as possible because, frankly, he was excited.

Really excited.

Dean had been a lot of things in his life. Father, son, brother, husband, boyfriend, fiancé, friend, hunter, and dog-translator, to name a few.

One thing he had never been, was an uncle.

Of course, he wanted them to tell him when they were ready, and he wanted Jess to tell Sam before she told Dean (if the younger didn't know about the pregnancy already).

So, trying his best to be respectful, he backed off.

Subconsciously paying extra attention, and consciously trying not to notice anything.