Sam heard Abby retching in the bathroom again. He got up, half-asleep, and stumbled in there. Abby had an arm resting across the toilet and her head resting on that. Sam knew the pose well, from when he or Dean had self-induced it.

"Abby," he kept his voice quiet so he wouldn't startle her. "How are you doing?" Stupid question to ask someone with their head hanging in the toilet but what could he say? I promise to never as much as touch you so that this doesn't happen again? Somewhere in his sleepy brain, he knew that was not the right thing to say.

"Ugh," was all Abby said.

Sam knelt down by her and rubbed her back. "I wish I could make you better." Sam felt helpless. "Let me get you some water." The words were barely out of his mouth when Abby started to dry heave, so he held her hair back while he rubbed her back and prayed it would be over soon. Abby was a small girl to start with, and losing weight instead of gaining. The doctor had said it was okay, common actually, in the first few months. But, the doctor's words didn't make him feel better. Especially as he sat on the bathroom floor.

When Abby stopped heaving, Sam got a glass of water so she could rinse her mouth out. "I'm so tired," she whispered as she handed the glass back.

"I know you are," Sam said as he got a washcloth wet and put some hand soap on it. He came back and wiped away the mess that has gotten in her hair before he had come in. That done, he got another washcloth, this one cool, and he lovingly wiped her face and neck off. Abby had told him before that it felt good when he ran a cool washcloth over her face and neck. So he did it every time.

"I've got ya, honey," Sam carefully picked Abby up and carried her back to bed. Her bedside stash of crackers, flat soda and water was running low, so he refilled them. He was glad their room had a door directly to the kitchen and directly to the bathroom.

Sam slipped back into bed and Abby rested her head on his chest. "How long is it going to be like this?" she asked weakly.

"I don't know," he replied. "Maybe we should call the doctor tomorrow."

"It's Saturday tomorrow," Abby mumbled. "He won't be in. Besides, I have to work."

"You can call in sick," Sam told her.

"Maybe," Abby was stubborn about her job at the store in town. She loved it there. She was only part-time because she was pregnant, but her sister Tasha worked there full-time. "I think I'll have to call in sick."

While Sam was happy to be able to take care of her the next day, it also worried him. Abby had to be so sick that she couldn't drag herself to work before she'd call in sick. She usually went. Hell or high water.

Sam tried not to think about it too much as Abby laid asleep in his arms. Seeing her resting, feeling her little body against his, put him back to sleep.

Sam pulled himself out of bed when he heard commotion that was most likely breakfast. He walked into the kitchen, still rubbing his eyes.

"You look like hell," Dean greeted him with a smile.

Sam ignored him.

"How is Abby doing?" Kylee asked.

"She was up twice during the night. She said she'll call in sick today, so she's feeling pretty bad," Sam told them.

"There's more," Dean said. He knew Sam all too well. "What's the rest of it?"

"She's so light when I carry her back to bed. I'm nervous about the weight she's lost."

"You need to carry her?" Bobby asked. "Not just help her back to bed, but carry her?"

"Yeah, I carry her. Why?" Sam was confused.

"I know women get sick but having to be carried sounds a little extreme," Bobby continued. "Is she staying hydrated?"

"I don't know. Everything she gets down comes back up," Sam's heart was starting to beat faster as Bobby questioned him.

"Pinch the skin on the back of her hand and see if it 'tents' up," Bobby explained. "Go, now. I'll call the store for her."

Sam slipped back into the bedroom and Abby had moved slightly. He pinched he skin on the back of her hand and it stayed stuck. "Sam?" Abby was starting to wake up.

"Just rest, honey," Sam pulled the covers over her. "I'll be back in a little bit."

"Did you call the store?" Sam asked Bobby.

"Yep. They said it was no big deal. How's Abby?"

"She's tenting. Where do we bring her to?" Sam was trying not to panic.

"Hospital," was all Bobby said.

"I'll help you get her ready," Tasha headed into the bedroom and Kylee followed.

Dean followed Sam as he was getting dressed. "It is going to be okay, Sammy. They'll be able to give her some fluids, check on the baby, and have her feeling better."

"You'll know how hard it is to stay calm when it is your wife who is pregnant."

Dean smirked, "Yeah. We're planning on rugrats later on."

"Great. Then I'll tell you that you look like hell in the morning."

"Sorry about that, Sam. Just call us from the hospital so we know how you're all doing."

Sam nodded and walked back into the bedroom. Kylee and Tasha had done their best to get Abby ready to go. They got a clean nightgown on her, socks and slip on shoes. Bobby knocked at the door. "I have the car pulled up to give you two a ride."

Kylee told Abby that she hoped they could make her feel better. Tasha gave her a kiss and said she'd call to check in on her. Sam picked her up and Dean grabbed a couple blankets as he followed Sam outside.

Bobby was holding the passenger door of his car open. Bobby took Abby from Sam so that he could slide in the backseat. "It's okay, darlin'," he told Abby. "We're taking you to the hospital and getting some answers."

After Sam had Abby settled in his lap, Dean handed him the blankets. Tasha and Kylee came out of the house with a bottle of water and a bucket. "Thanks, girls," Bobby said as he put them in the front seat with him.

Dean, Kylee and Tasha stood there and watched Bobby's car disappear. There was nothing they could do but wait.

They pulled into the emergency room and Bobby went in to get a nurse. Sam was able to go back with Abby but Bobby stayed in the waiting room.

They started her on an IV and gave her some medication for nausea through it. She started to drift off to sleep and Sam fell asleep, too. He was sitting in the chair with his head resting on his hand that held hers. The beeping of the IV woke Sam up. He was surprised to find Bobby sitting in a chair on the other side of Abby's bed.

"I sweet talked the nurse into letting me come back," he told Sam. "I thought you might want to grab something to eat since you didn't get any breakfast this morning."

"I don't want to be gone too long," Sam replied.

"I'll be here," Bobby assured him. "You need a small break. Just pick something up and bring it back. I'll still be here."

Sam nodded. "I sure could use some food. I'll let the nurse know about empty IV on my way out." Sam kissed Abby's forehead and tried to close the door silently.

Not much had changed by the time Sam came back. "They're going to do an ultrasound to check on the baby," Bobby told him. "I'll just go back to the waiting room when they do that."

"Abby might say it'll be okay if you stay," Sam told him. "Have you ever seen one?"

Bobby shook his head.

"Then don't go flying out the door too fast. They are awesome to see."

When the technician came in with the ultrasound machine, Abby wanted Bobby to stay. Bobby just stared at the screen, finding it hard to believe he was seeing Abby's unborn baby. Sam was grinning from ear to ear. Abby remembered to ask if they could print a picture for her. The baby was fine.

The doctor gave Abby a prescription for some anti-nausea medication and said her regular doctor would be able to approve any refills. If her regular doctor didn't, she just needed to call the emergency room and they'd approve them. The ER doctor couldn't believe that Abby's regular doctor had let her suffer so much. He also gave them a couple names of OB/GYNs that he said he's recommend.

They all felt much better leaving than when they had left that morning. Bobby had called home to let them know that all was okay. He was even able to reach Tasha before she left for work.

Lying in bed that night, Dean asked Kylee when she wanted kids.

"When you grow up," she replied laughing.

"Haha," Dean smiled. "I'm serious."

"I don't know. Why? Are we in a hurry?"

Dean shrugged. "I was just thinking that Sammy's baby could use a cousin."

"Let's wait until their baby is born before we start making baby plans. Today scared me when Abby had to go in."

"Me, too," Dean admitted. "Of course I could not tell Sam that. I kept telling him that it was all going to be okay while he was getting ready to leave for the hospital."

"That's because you're a wonderful big brother," Kylee kissed him.

"Hmm," Dean replied. "Does that mean I get to try to be a wonderful dad in a year or so?"

"We'll see," Kylee blushed.

"Now you're bashful," Dean started to laugh. "You weren't bashful when it was just the two of us when we were dating. Now we're married and you turn bashful on me."

Kylee turned redder. "It's just not something we talked about much in our family."

"There's lots of things your family didn't talk about," Dean told her. "Besides, this is just you and me. After all the different ways we've been intimate, you get hung up on something as natural as having a baby?"

"Are you trying to see how red you can make me or what?" Kylee asked.

"I didn't think you'd be so embarrassed talking about a baby," Dean told her as she snuggled back into him. "We talked about kids before and you wanted them."

"I love kids, especially babies."

"That's convenient since that's the way kids usually start," Dean smiled. "What has you worried about it now?"

"Watching Abby, most of all," Kylee said.

"How she is when she is pregnant could be totally different than how you'd be when you were pregnant."

"I know. But do we really want to chance it?" Kylee moved so she was facing Dean. "Do you want to be up at night with me like Sam is with Abby?"

"You know how sound I sleep at night," Dean smirked.

"Dean!"

"I'm in this for the long run, Kylee. It doesn't matter if it's morning sickness or the flu, I'll be there."

Kylee was silent.

"Did you think I'd just leave you alone when you needed me?" Dean asked.

"I know how hunting is," Kylee replied.

"There are three hunters in this house. Only two need to be gone at a time," Dean explained. "You know that if you got sick and I wasn't here, Bobby or Sam would take care of you. You know what a softie Sammy is, and Bobby is the same way. He's a damn good hunter, but he has a very protective and caring streak when it comes to kids or women. Maybe you just haven't seen that part of him yet. He took good care of me and Sammy."

"I know," Kyle said. "Maybe I'm just too tired for baby talk tonight."

"Okay, Kylee," Dean gave her a soft kiss. "Just promise me you'll think about it."

"I will," Kylee whispered. "I'm enjoying having you all to myself right now."

"I know the feeling," Dean smiled as he agreed.

Before long, they were asleep. Both of them dreaming about babies.