7 months into Amy's pregnancy and he had to leave for a hunt. Dean Winchester found it extremely hard to leave his pregnant wife all alone in their big empty house in the country. Anything could happen. It was bad enough that she was married to a man who had more enemies than he could count. But to be left alone. Pregnant and alone.
"Just go!" Amy said playfully shoving him out the door. "Okay, okay," Dean said hesitantly. "Now, remember, don't mess with the salt I put down, keep the .45 with you at all times, and call me if you think you're in any kind of danger. I'll come right back and..." "Dean," Amy interrupted, "I'll be fine. Now go take care of those geishas. It shouldn't be that difficult. You've handled them before right?"
Dean sighed and put his hand on her round stomach. "It's just...this is the first time I've gone on a hunt since she came along." "I know," Amy said quietly, putting her hand over his. "But think of it this way, the sooner you take care of those bastards the faster you can get back here." Dean smiled then gave her a long kiss.
"Try and think of more names while I'm away," he said as he finally rushed out the door. "Maybe we'll finally agree on one!" Amy yelled to him as he threw his stuff in the car and started it. She stood in the doorway watching the Impala speed down the driveway.
While driving on his way to pick up Sam, who only lived a few hours away, Dean couldn't stop thinking about his wife and the past 7 months.
He remembered the day she gave him the news that she was pregnant. He was so happy that he could hardly speak. They had got it on their first try. From day one, he had worried about her endlessly. He made every room demon-proof and put salt in every crack and crevice. He made a promise to himself to always keep her safe and if anything came anywhere near her and the baby he would shoot it onsight.
He spent long nights researching things that were attracted to children or newborns. There were more than he thought which made him feel even more uneasy. He knew that Amy was strong and could hold her own, but now she was pregnant and it was hard for her to even get off the couch...
Before he knew it he had reached Sam's. It must be so easy for him to leave, Dean thought. His brother's fiance was off with the Doctor for the moment, so he didn't have anything to worry about. "So, how's Amy?" Sam asked closing the Impala door. "She's fine...she's fine. Heard from Clara?" Dean asked. He wasn't really interested in Sam's personal life but he needed to distract him so he could think about Amy.
"Yeah, she called from the TARDIS the other..." Sam started, but Dean's mind was long gone.
He smiled as he remembered how he was so sure that their baby would be a boy. For months he walked around telling everyone that they were having a boy. "I'm gonna raise him like my father raised me." But he remembered the look on Amy's face as he said this. "Okay, maybe not EXACTLY like my father raised me." She had laughed lightly.
However, when they got the news from their doctor that she was having a girl, he had actually frowned. He remembered how Amy got a little angry at him for this.
"Dean, are you listening?" Sam asked, snapping Dean out of his thoughts. "Huh? Yeah," Dean replied. Sam rolled his eyes. "You're thinking about Amy aren't you?" "Well, how can I NOT, Sam. She's my wife and she's pregnant and she's lonely. I just think she's too...exposed to danger."
Sam sighed and said, "Dean, she's got Cas, she can call the Doctor anytime, and you've proofed the house from almost everything in the supernatural world. Dean? Dean?" But it was hopeless, he knew his brother had slipped back into his thoughts...
He blocked out Sam's voice as he thought back to the first night they tried choosing baby names. "Sarah?" Amy suggested. "No, I once banged a chick named..." He stopped as he got a narrow-eyed look from his wife. Dean cleared his throat nervously and continued, "Mary?" "Too religious. Anna?" "Victoria?" "How about Cecilia?" "Valerie? Vanessa?" They spent hours getting nowhere.
Sam stared at his brother who was chuckling to himself. The younger Winchester brother shook his head and turned on the radio as Dean was STILL lost in his memories...
He also remembered painting the baby's room. They both agreed that it would definitely NOT be pink. It took awhile but eventually they settled on a cream color. Then, yet another memory popped into his head. Her baby shower, which was only a few days ago. He wasn't there (he was out with Sam, Sherlock, John, and the Doctor) but when he came home that night, the baby's room was packed with presents."What's all this?" Dean yelled to Amy, who was in the living room. "The baby's presents, idiot!" Dean had learned to live with her little moods that she could get in.
The present that he remembered most was, obviously, the Doctor's. A mobile made of special, light metals from different planets. They were in the shape of stars and spun around slowly over the crib as if they were actually in orbit...
"Dean, we're here," Sam once again snapped him out of it. "What? Already?" his brother asked. Sam sighed, "Yes, Dean." Dean grabbed a gun from the the back and cocked it. "Alright. Let's kill this son of a bitch." Sam smiled. That was the Dean he knew.