"Hello?" the voice on the other end of the phone answered. I nervously sighed and tried not to let the tears overcome me. I didn't feel right about this. I knew he didn't want this any more than I did. As I sat on the bathroom floor of the Motel 6. My knees were pulled up to my chest and my chin rested on them. I had to tell him. I was not one for keeping secrets from anyone. I was an open book and I knew how the grapevine of hunters worked.

"Dean...We need to talk," I said slowly, those were the only words that I could really think of to begin what I needed to tell him, now. It was cliché, but that was all I had.

"Why?" he asked. He had I didn't exactly have the sort of friendship where we discussed anything. "Are you missin' me that much?" I could hear the smirk in his voice and as much as I would have normally laughed at that, I couldn't. Not right now, there were far more important things to be done than deal with his flirty banter. I had so much to tell him and flirting was not really on the agenda. Flirting was actually the furthest thing from my mind at this particular moment.

"Something like that..." I replied. "Where are you? I can come to you."

"Kansas. I'll come to you," he said, seeming so sure about what he wanted to happen. But I couldn't just sit and wait around for him to show up. I wanted to get in my car and drive. In fact, I needed to drive. It was the only thing that really cleared my head. If I sat here, too many thoughts would enter my mind. I needed to escape my thoughts.

"I'm in Louisville. Meet me in Jefferson, that sound okay?" I suggested.

"Yeah, I know of a diner there, I'll text you the address," he replied.

"See you in a couple hours," I said, hanging up. I rose from the floor and tried to compose myself. I brushed out my dark hair and put on enough makeup to cover up the red splotches on my face. I put on water proof mascara and a little extra makeup to distract from the fact that I had been crying.

I grabbed my duffel from under the bed and filled it with all of my stuff. I kept it mostly together, knowing that I would have to leave the motel at any time. I had grown up in the life of a hunter and even after my parents were long gone, I continued the life. Alone. It wasn't easy, not having a hunting partner, but I managed pretty well. I had met Dean because we would occasionally run into each other on hunts. We were friends―kind of. I didn't know if that was what you could call us, but we still knew each other pretty well.

I took my singular bag―I had learned long ago, that I should never carry more than what would fit in that very bag. This had all of my worldly belongings and that was how I liked it. Otherwise, there was too much to keep track of and more than that, was too much to travel with. This was good travelling size.

I went out to my royal blue '71 Camaro with T-tops and put my bag in the trunk. This was one of the things that Dean and I had in common. Our enjoyment of beautiful cars. I loved his '67 Impala just as much as he loved my Camaro. Our two old cars were what had created our friendship to begin with, actually. I had seen the Impala, which had had named "Baby" and I loved the amazing condition that she was in. And I had never seen someone look at anything or anyone the way he looked at that car.

XxX Dean's POV XxX

I grabbed the keys to the Impala and Sam looked up from his laptop. "Going somewhere?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'll be back by tomorrow," I said. "I'm meeting someone," I said vaguely. Sam didn't need to know everything that I did. Nobody really knew anything about Isabel and I.

"Who?" he questioned.

"A friend," I shrugged. "It doesn't matter, Sammy. I'm not going on a hunt, or anything."

With that, I went for the door to the bunker and just as my hand landed on the door, Sam had another question.

"Is it a girl?"

"Why do you wanna know all of sudden?" I asked, leaving. I went out to Baby and started her up. I put in some ACDC and sped down the road. I had to admit, I did like seeing Isabel. She was a hunter too, but there was something different about her. She liked a lot of what I liked, she drove a badass car, her taste in food was excellent (cheeseburgers and fries, mostly), and she could take down a monster with easy. It didn't hurt that she was probably the hottest girl I had ever seen.

Isabel also knew what she was doing as far as hunting went. She was good and knowledgeable. She had learned so much over her years of travelling with her parents, she knew a lot of the lore on most of the things we hunted by memory―which I did too, but it takes a lot to know all of it without having to think.

Something was bugging me though. Her statement. Saying that we needed to talk. Why did we need to talk? Unless she didn't really mean talk―she had used that exact phrase before. It had been code for the fact that she wanted to hook up. That was what she and I did when we met up, we'd hook up. The sex was great, I could not deny that. We had some hot sex in the random hotel rooms scattered across the US.

I hoped that was all that she meant, it had to be it, really. I couldn't think of anything else that she could have wanted to "talk" to me about.

XxX Isabel's POV XxX

I sat in the diner, watching the parking lot. Soon, I saw the black Impala park next to my blue Camaro. Dean stepped out of the car, he looked just as he always did. Jeans, flannel shirt, slightly dishevelled hair. When he saw me through the window, he smirked, just as he always did. I smiled slightly in response.

He walked into the diner and took a seat across from me in the booth. "How's it goin'?" he grinned. I shrugged a little, taking a drink of my coke.

"Can I get ya somethin' to drink?" the waitress asked. She was young and blonde with a huge, flirtatious grin, directed at Dean.

"Coffee, black," he replied, nodding to her. She smiled again before heading off. "So what did you want to talk to me about?" he asked.

"Let's eat first," I suggested, looking over the menu. The waitress came back and set Dean's coffee on the table.

"You guys know what you're gettin'?" she asked.

"I'm ready," I said, looking over at Dean, who shrugged in response, telling me to go ahead. "I'll have a bacon cheese burger with everything on it and a side of fries," I told her.

"I'll have the same," he replied.

"I'll have those right out," the blonde smiled, walking away to go put in our orders. I looked back at Dean and rolled my eyes.

"Why is it that anywhere we go, they flirt with you?" I asked him.

"The ladies love me, and you know why that is," he winked, sipping his coffee. I had to admit, he was great in bed. That was why, this had gone on for so long. If the sex had been bad, I wouldn't continue to meet up with him between hunts or at any other time.

"Yeah, yeah, you're a real sex God," I laughed.

"Is that what you really think?"

"Depending on the day," I really tried not to smile, but one crept onto my face. "Other than that time in Northern Ohio."

"Hey! I made it up to you in Virginia like a month later," he countered. By this point, our food came out and we ate our burgers, savouring the flavours.

"We should get some pie," I suggested, knowing it was his weakness. He grinned and when the waitress came back he ordered two slices of cherry pie. "That's your favourite, right?" he asked.

"You remembered," I smiled. "You might wanna watch that, I might start to think you're sweet on me," I joked. This kind of behaviour was normal between us. I wanted that normalcy, but I knew that would be shot in the face as soon as I told him what I had to tell him.

"Right," he rolled his eyes. When the pies came, we laughed and joked, as usual. "So, I know a motel about a mile from here," he suggested, smirking.

"Oh, um, that's what I needed to talk to you about," the air around us grew thick and heavy. He knew whatever I was going to say wasn't going to be easy.

"You can pay the bill at the register, I've also left my number on there, call me sometime, huh?" the blonde said, handing the check to Dean.

"How much is it," I pulled out my wallet.

"Don't worry about it," he went up and paid and I grabbed my keys. He and I walked outside and I stood against the building. "So do ya need to tell me?" he asked, after a long minute.

"Dean...I don't really know how to say this, so I'm just going to say it...I'm pregnant." I figured that speaking frankly was the best way to go with this. I honestly had no idea how else to tell him, but he needed to know, in the end, he had to know.

AN: Hi guys, I've been wanting to write a new Supernatural fan fiction for a while. So, I got this one started. It was an idea and with there being so many Supernatural stories out there, I hope that this one is kind of unique. I would love to read whatever you guys think of the story! Reviews are welcomed with open arms, but if you hate it, I do ask that you don't be terribly cruel.

~Michelle~