Dean moved to his feet, frowning a little. He wasn't unhappy, but he was a little worried and slightly annoyed he hadn't been told, but then his reaction to the news was proof of why they'd kept it from him. So, was he allowed to eat, he wondered, or should he abstain in support of Jo? "Can I get you anything?" he asked, glancing toward those gathering around the food. "Glass of water? Ice chips?"
Jo rolled her eyes at him, wrapping her hand into his. "You can put me somewhere closer to everyone else, and make sure you eat something yourself," she informed him. "And I swear to god, Dean, if you start hovering, I will black your eye."
"Hover? Me? Why would I hover?" Dean replied, with a straight face. He leaned over to take hold of her arm and held her to her feet. "You are starting to look a little like the Goodyear blimp, baby," he teased.
The look Jo gave him was possibly the most threatening she'd ever landed in his direction. "You wanna maybe rephrase that?" she suggested, prepared to give him a chance to rethink teasing her about her size when she was carrying his children in her womb and struggling with labor. Hebe, on the other hand, had discreetly slipped out of range.
Dean shrugged, feigning innocence. "I'm just saying," he said, though that was hardly an apology or an explanation. "Where do you want to go, Mama? I've got my eyes on the baklava."
Jo snorted with laughter, biting down on a pained sound as she leaned into him for a moment. "Okay, it's more painful standing up," she managed as the contraction faded. "Put me in a comfortable chair with a glass of water, and go feed yourself, princess. You're gonna need your strength if you wanna be holding two babies by this evening."
All teasing aside, Dean frowned worriedly again, as he noticed the way she was struggling against the contraction. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, though she'd already warned him once not to hover.
"I will be when they're born," she informed him as lightly as she could, trying to offer up a reassuring smile. "C'mon, before Sam starts worrying, too." She gave him a gentle tug toward the rest of the party, aware that Becky, at least, had noticed they were straggling a little.
"Everything's gonna be okay, right, Jo?" Dean asked, as he led her slowly toward the gathering. Despite everything they'd overcome, he couldn't help but worry sometimes, especially when things were going too well. He wondered if he shouldn't have a word with his sister.
"Honey, this year I came back from the dead for, what, the third time?" she pointed out with a faint smile. "I seriously doubt birthing twins is going to top that, somehow. We still haven't decided what we're calling the other one, anyway, whether it's a boy or a girl."
"You haven't asked Ayden?" he asked, brows arching upwards. His sister had a knack for seeing the future, which had only gotten stronger after drinking the nectar of the Olympians. "I mean, one of them has to be Hope, right?"
"Well, obviously one of them is Hope," Jo pointed out, pausing to catch her breath. "God, I swear they're getting heavier ... We know one of them is Hope. But we don't know if she's got a brother or sister in there."
They'd been over this a few times already and had never been able to decide which it might be. "It doesn't really matter, so long as he or she is healthy, I guess, but we're gonna need a name," he said, repeating what she'd just said a moment earlier. "You have any ideas?" he asked, as he led her toward a comfortable-enough looking chair, just far enough away from the chaos so as not to be in the middle of it
"Ellen suggested something for a girl," she offered, throwing Sam a reassuring smile as Dean helped her to ease down onto the chair. "You know how the -anna Beth part of my name gets forgotten a lot? She suggested Annabel."
"Anna for short," Dean suggested because it was bound to happen. He frowned a little, another thought crossing his mind. It was something he'd been thinking about for a while, but had been hesitant to suggest. "If it is a girl, would you mind Mary for a middle name?"
"Why would I mind that?" she asked him pointedly. "If it's a girl, of course she should have Mary's name somewhere in her own. Go and get something to eat. I'm fine here."
His face brightened, looking relieved, though it was going to be a long day. "You sure?" he asked, feeling a little guilty about eating when he couldn't.
"Dean ... eat something, or I will get someone to force food down your throat," his charming wife threatened. "And make sure your son knows everything's okay. Both versions."
"Yes, dear," Dean replied, smiling finally. He leaned down to touch a kiss to her cheek before straightening. "Want me to send someone over to keep you company?"
"That would be lovely, thank you." She smiled as she relaxed back into the chair, careful to hide her wince until he'd turned away, rubbing her hand over her bump. "Just you two hurry up in there," she murmured to the unborn children. "That food looks delicious, and I'm not getting any of it, thanks to you."
Dean finally made his way over to the food, a few words said here and there, and it was Sam who was the first to make his way over toward Jo. Though he was the groom, he didn't think Becky would mind if he left her alone to check in with his mother a moment. They had the rest of their lives together, after all.
"Hey, Mom. Why didn't you tell us you're in labor?" he asked, crouching down in front of her, despite the tuxedo he was wearing. He handed her a glass of water, feeling bad she couldn't share in the feast. "We could have postponed the wedding."
Jo couldn't help laughing at Sam's opening line, taking the glass from him as he crouched down. "Little man, you already postponed this thing once," she reminded him. "I wasn't going to give you any excuse to do it again. Besides, it kinda fits, doesn't it? Hope smashing her way into the world the day you get married?"
He chuckled a little at a few things she was saying. Calling him "little man", for one thing. He wasn't so little anymore and had never been little to her, except for the smaller, younger version of himself that had yet to grow up. "It's just like Hope to crash a party," he remarked, though there was a hint of sadness in his smile. The Hope that was going to be born wasn't his Hope anymore than he was Bertie. Things had changed; he and Hope had changed them.
"Hey." Jo reached out, gently sweeping his hair back off his face. "She's still gonna love you, you know. No one's ever going to compare to you. Bertie's her big brother, sure. But you're his big brother, and you know her before her personality starts to make itself known. You'll know her better than any of us, and she'll love you for it. I promise you."
"I'll be more like an uncle than a brother," Sam pointed out, drawing comfort from his mother's touch, even if she wasn't that much older than him at this point in time. But he wasn't complaining. He'd made the choice to stay, just as Hope had chosen to return. He had no regrets, except that he missed her.
"You're family, that's all that matters." Jo's fingers curled to his neck as she bent awkwardly forward to kiss his forehead. "You did good, kid. I'm proud of you, always."
"Thanks, Mom," he said, smiling again. He wasn't sure what Hope had gone home to, but he hoped they'd changed the future for the better. It was what they'd come here to do. As for himself, he had no complaints. "I'm happy, Mom. Really, I am. I got married today. How can I not be happy?" he asked, with a small laugh. His life, like so many of those around him, was bittersweet, full of love and loss, but he tried hard to focus on the love and not so much on the loss.
Jo smiled at him, glad to see him so relaxed in his own skin. It had taken a long time for him to find this comfortable part of himself in this time, and a good part of that had been finding Becky. She was never going to be able to thank the girl enough for giving Sam her time and her heart. "Just, you know, no babies until I've finished with the vending machine routine myself, okay?" she teased fondly.