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Jo returned from having a bath making her way back to the bedroom making sure to bring the baby monitor out with her. Exiting the bathroom the cries she had heard from Jamie grew louder and hinted that he was in some sort of discomfort, a sound Jo hadn't heard since he had his first injections at six months old. Taking off her towel she quickly threw on her dressing gown before peering at Jamie, finding the little guy red faced and covered in vomit. Picking him up from the cot she took her phone from the bedside table and rung her mother, he had been grizzly when he had spent the afternoon with her and Grandpa Bobby.

Placing Jamie at the bottom of the bed, Jo took out her phone from the drawer in the bedside table and pressed it against her ear, holding it so that she could change her sons baby grow as his cries began to space out but still contained the discomfort he had been previously displaying.

"Momma, there's something wrong with Jamie." Jo cried, worried that the past was beginning to repeat itself.

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Dean was at work, he'd taken a job at the local auto garage in order to be home more. He still went on hunts with Sam but most were close by. Perhaps everyone was right, they had given enough, done enough. It was time for them to get some peace and put down some real roots.

In the last six months Dean had learned more about himself then he ever thought possible and one thing for sure was, he would do everything in his power to keep his son smiling and happy and looking at him like he was the center of his universe. Of course he gladly shared that particular space with Jo.

With Jamie doing well and things settling into a routine, Dean had been doing his best to work on his relationship with Jo. He wanted to ask her to marry him but he was still too much of a chicken to do so.

He was neck deep in a Ford F-250 engine when the phone rang. His bosses voice called out saying it was for him. He answered the phone with a simple hello, but wasn't prepared for a worried sounding Ellen telling him that he should meet them at the Pediatricians office. Dean quickly spoke to his boss, passed off his work to his partner, and climbed into his prized car and drove the ten minutes to the doctors office where Jo, Jamie and Ellen currently were.

During the phone call with her mother Ellen had suggested that if her concern grew that she should dial for the emergency services. During dressing Jamie she found that he was hot to the touch so set off in search of the baby thermometer they kept just in case it was ever needed. Jo remembered back when she was younger and her mother used to tuck the thermometer under her armpit, her arm down by her side so did just that and muttered a curse of 'fuck' when the temperature came onto the screen. Pressing the phone back to her ear she called an ambulance, soon after calling her mother to meet her at the house as she couldn't get a hold of Dean and needed the moral support.

When Dean arrived he found Ellen sat in a seat closest to the entrance and Jo pacing the room as she hugged herself tight.

"Jo." Dean went to her and pulled her into his arms. "I'm so sorry, my phone was in my locker. Where's Jamie?" He asked looking around for the carrier holding her son. If Jo and Ellen were out here and Jamie was in the back alone then it must be bad, they never take infants from their parents unless something is really wrong.

She hadn't even heard him enter the office so the first moment she was aware of his presence was when Jo found herself in his arms, her face pressed into the familiarity of Dean's scent of aftershave and grease from the auto garage. A gentle sob wracked her body as she pulled back to take a hold of her boyfriend's biceps, wiping away the tears as she did so.

"They rushed him through, I've asked but there not telling us anything." Running a hand through her hair she cups Deans cheek with her free hand. "He's really sick, Dean... I can feel it."

Dean kissed her forehead and pulled away walking up to the front desk and speaking to the nurse there. He nodded after a moment and walked back over to Jo. "She'll take us to Jamie's room. The Doctor's ready to speak to us." He said to her and to Ellen whom they both wanted to come with as support.

Jo watched with a lump in her throat as Dean left her side to go and speak with the nurse at the front desk, him returning with a ghost of a smile on his features helped to a certain degree and she let out a sigh of relief at the news he brought with him. Taking his hand she entwined their fingers together, pressing her face into his arm as he led the way into the Doctors office.

Doctor Williams greeted them at the door as Jo asked whether it would be possible for her mother to be present during the consultation to which he agreed to and welcomed them into his office. The lump in her throat arose again as he told them to take a seat besides his desk and Jo noticed that Jamie was no longer in the room.

"Miss Harvelle and Mr Winchester, we will need to run further tests on your son but with the examinations which have been undertaken we believe your son is suffering with Pyloric Stenosis - a blockage in the stomach that makes it hard to digest food which is what has caused the high temperature and non bilous vomitting. You did the right thing Miss Harvelle by ringing the emergency services for him to be transferred here." Standing from his seat Doctor Williams came to sit on the table.

"From what I have told you is there anything you would like to ask?"

"What's the treatment?" Dean asks.

"I didn't mean to alarm you. While it's serious, it's easily corrected. What we will do is go in through the belly button and stretch the muscles around the pyloris so they can relax properly. He should be able to feed about 3 to 4 hours after that. He may still be vomiting for up to 48 hours afterwards, but nothing like he was before." Doctor Williams explained.

Dean nodded understanding what he said. It didn't sound absolutely terrible and while he was worried for his son, he had confidence in their pediatrician to take care of him.

"Hear that Jo, he'll be just fine."

She knew what Dean was saying to be true but Jo couldn't ignore the niggling feeling she felt, in nervousness she put her thumbnail into her mouth gnawing at it slightly before looking back to Doctor Williams.

"I have belief in your abilities, Doctor Williams. When Jamie was born premature you looked after him and you ensured that Dean and I were informed at every point of his treatment." Taking a deep breath Jo got to the point.

"I understand that its easily corrected but are there any risks we need to be aware of?" Taking her thumbnail back into her mouth.

"He will be under general anethsia so there's always a risk with that, but it's minimal. I've treated him since he was born and I believe this is not going to be an issue." He comes around and sits on the end of his desk and reaches out to take her hand.

"He's going to be fine, Jo. Your little boy is strong and this isn't uncommon. We'll fix him right up and he should be able to go home this evening or tomorrow morning at the latest." Doctor Williams assured her in a fatherly voice.

Jo lets out a breath she didn't know she had been holding as Doctor Williams takes her hand, her thumb involuntarily rubbing over her hand. "Could we please go and see him?" She stands before he answers, standing behind her chair with an air of urgency at wanting to see Jamie so she could tell him just how much she loves him and that Mommy and Daddy will be with him through everything.

Doctor Williams nods and smiles. "Of course. We'll give him some fluids to make him stabilize and once his fever breaks we'll take him in for surgery. It shouldn't take very long and once he's come back around from the anesthesia he should be able and ready to breast feed like normal. Come along, this way." He says as they head down the hallway to where Jamie was being kept.

"You can hold him if you like, cuddles are highly encouraged. He's been a good patient but I'm sure he'd much prefer you over the nurses."

With a smile and a shake of the hand Jo and Dean make their way to the room that Jamie is being treated in, following Doctor Williams lead. Ellen had left them to go and get everyone coffees and to phone Bobby to let him know the latest and that if he wanted to he too could come to the hospital. The more cuddles her little boy got she believed would help him the words the Pediatrician had spoken repeating in her head. Jamie had always been a happy baby who was always content in the arms of those who loved him. Jo longed to hear the coos of contentment from her son, the painful cries he had made before being admitted to hospital a memory she knew would not be easily forgotten.

Jo lay her head against Dean's shoulder again as they made their way to their son. Entering the room she placed the antibacterial wash on her hands as they quietly made their way to Jamie's cot.

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Dean let his girl pick up their son and cuddle him close. He pushed a rocking chair over to her so she could sit and rock him. He settled down almost instantly as soon as he was pulled close to her and he sensed her there.

Dean watches them, his heart aching for not being there when she had needed him earlier. He was interruped with his musings when Ellen returned with drinks for them. She said Bobby would be coming soon to visit them and check in on his grandson.

The moment she entered the room and held her little boy Jo couldn't believe at how much better and settled he seemed. He was definitely a Winchester and a Harvelle - a little fighter like his Mommy and Daddy. Putting him against her she ran her fingers through Jamie's hair.

Sensing Dean's musing she looked up at him, giving a smile she reserved just for him. "You got here as soon as you could, baby."

Dean nodded and sipped at his coffee. He moved to sit in the chair on the other side of her so he could be near them both. It would be a few hours before Jamie's surgery and while the little tyke obviously didn't feel well, he was curled up and now sleeping soundly in Jo's arms.

As he moved to sit down Jo couldn't help but follow him with her eyes, she found herself worrying slightly how this would affect him. As a couple and a family they had been through so much and had got through the other side.Jo knew that now wasn't any different but that didn't stop the niggling feeling she had in the back of her head that Dean would start to brood. Rocking her son as he lay in her arms she looked over to Dean and bit her lip as Jamie began to stir slightly as if he could feel the apprehension his parents felt.

"Come and hold him." Standing up, Jo gently passed her son over to her boyfriend so she too could have something to drink.

Dean took Jamie when Jo offered him, and cuddled him close. It was always amazing how small his son was and he couldn't help the smile that crossed his face when he held him close. "Hey there little man." He cooed softly and rocked him slightly.

Taking a sip of her coffee, Jo stood besides her mother her head resting on Ellen's shoulders as she watched Dean and Jamie together. When in Jo's arms he had seemed so small and fragile but something came alive in her little boy as he was held by his Daddy, Jamie's blue eyes looked up at him in wonder as Dean spoke and he stretched. Standing up Jo made her way over to her boyfriend and placed a kiss to the top of his head.

Edited 2015-08-25 20:18 (UTC)

All too soon for both parents the nurses came in and took Jamie for his surgery. It was a long and tense hour and a half before their son was returned to them. The Doctor walked in with the gurney carrying their precious baby and grinned at the parents and grandparent.

"It was a 100% success. No complications and he came out of the anesthesia with no adverse effects. If you're up for it would you be willing to feed him, Jo? I dare say he's hungry."

Dean let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding at the Doctor's explanation. He was relieved Jamie was going to be just fine.

The hour and a half wait had been like nothing Jo had ever experienced before, she had been reassured that the procedure was a small one and that her son would get through it but that hadn't stopped the many negative thoughts she had got running through her head. For the first half an hour Jo had paced and paced until Dean had stood up and took her into his arms and she felt herself crumble slightly as she sat down, Dean's hand entwined with hers. After an hour she again become restless so Bobby and Ellen had suggested that Dean and her should take some time out so they had both left and returned twenty minutes later taking the places they had sat in previously but stood up not longer after when the Doctor came and gave them an update on how the surgery had gone.

"Thank you so much for taking such great care of our little boy." A breath hitched in her throat at the Doctor next words.

"That I can do!"

Edited 2015-10-21 20:38 (UTC)

Dean watches his girl and his son happy that they were able to fix him relatively quickly. He walks over and gently rubs his sons head while he feeds from Jo. He loves watching them because besides Sam they are now the most important people in his world.

"Thanks for helping my son." Dean says to the Doctor who nods, smiles and bids them goodbye with the promise of discharging their baby around 7pm just to make sure there aren't any complications.

7pm soon came around, Jo had packed up all of Jamie's clothes and had placed him into his pajamas before gently carrying him to his car carrier. Once he was settled, together all three of them made their way out of the Pediatrician department.

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