Whoever said that being pregnant was great, the miracle of life thing and all that stuff was seriously disturbed. I mean, the fact that I was growing a child inside of me was pretty neat, but as I sat on the couch in a house that belonged to a women who I had only met thirty minutes ago, I wasn't feeling like I was part of some miracle. I felt fat and I was certain that my stomach was growing drastically every second.

Dean and Sam were both holding a bottle of beer while I was stuck drinking tea, I wasn't exactly a drinker, but for some reason, knowing that I wasn't allowed to drink made me really want a martini, or five.

"Is your tea okay, sweetheart?" the woman named Missouri Mosley, who Dean and Sam had just introduced me too a couple of minutes ago, said.

I nodded my head, and for some reason I felt the strong urge to cry. This was the result of being three months pregnant and having enough hormones racing through my veins to emotionally scar a herd of elephants.

But instead of bursting into tears like I desperately wanted to, I just nodded my head and took another sip of my tea out of the dainty china cup,

"It's great. Thanks."

She patted my leg; giving me one of those knowing smiles that creeped the hell out of me, and turned to look at Dean,

"So Dean, how do you like the married life?" she asked

He shrugged,

"I haven't been able to get rid of her yet. But I'm working on it."

Sam visibly flinched, he knew first hand how easily my hormones could get the better of me, he once asked if I remembered onions on his hamburger and I ended up crying for an hour straight. Dean had come back from talking to a lady about a hunt we were - well I wasn't really doing much hunting due to the pregnancy thing – working on, and asked if Sam had hit me or something. I would have laughed if I wasn't in such distress, Sam would never, ever, lay a hand on me,

"Dean!" I said, "I'm growing your child here, and your jokes are so not funny."

Missouri pretended that she hadn't heard our mini argument – well to be honest it was mostly me being angry – and just kept on talking,

"So what brings you three to town?"

"Because one of the best obstetricians is near here and Sam and Dean wanted me to meet you as well."

She smiled at me,

"Well I'm glad you did come to meet me. I like you, although what you're doing with Dean is beyond me."

"Hey!" Dean said indignantly, "I'm a great husband."

Sam snorted,

"Oh yea, you're a superb husband, especially when you're making fun of your pregnant wife.

I raised my hand,

"I second the Dean's a jerk motion."

"You're supposed to be on my side." He said,

I responded in the most mature way possible, by sticking out my tongue and then grinning wickedly.

Missouri just sat beside me on the couch, smiling and enjoying the conversation – well more bickering – unfold as we tossed insults and ended up laughing.

The thing is. No matter how much the three of us argued I knew that we would be able to pull it together, and that made my hormone imbalanced self chill out, just a little bit.

We talked for a while about nothing in particular until Missouri asked,

"So Kaiden, do you know the gender?"

"Of the baby?" I asked stupidly and she nodded her head, "Oh, no, we don't know yet, I want it to be a surprise. I've been reading these books though and they say that the mother usually has a good idea of the sex before the child is born."

She gave me a smile that told me she knew more than she was letting on, I couldn't help myself from asking another question,
"Why do you ask? Do you know something I don't?"

I eyed her suspiciously, for some reason I was kind of disappointed that she knew something about the little baby growing inside of me that I wasn't privy to,

She laughed and shook her head,

"I don't want to spoil the fun for you and Dean, but you are sure in for a surprise."

Dean mentioned something about how we had to get going but I barely heard him, I stood up from when I was sitting on the couch and turned to Missouri, who was also now on her feet,

"No disrespect ma'am, but I'm not really a fan of surprises and especially not when it comes to my baby."

She waved me off,

"Don't call me ma'am, Missouri will do just fine. There's no need for you to worry, it's not a bad thing, it's just a surprise."

I nodded my head and we walked out the front door of her house and down the front path to the Impala that was sitting curbside, its black paint gleaming in the sunlight.

"You do realize that she is the first person that has known you two since you were little that I've met." I said as I slid into the front seat of the car.

Dean shrugged,

"There aren't a lot of people from our childhood still around."

I nodded my head and pulled one of my books on pregnancy out of the glove compartment and started reading from where I had previously left off. My hands slid instinctively around the smooth bump at the bottom of my belly. My jeans and shirts that I usually wore snugly had begun to be tight to the point that I had to go up two pant sizes. I had no interest in wearing maternity clothes so my plan was to continue buying larger sizes until I was forced into the hell that was stretchy waisted pants.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the back of the car seat. I had been reading in my book that during the third month of pregnancy that you would have very low levels of energy and irritability could be an issue. I was noticing the first one in an alarming quantity, all day I was either wishing to be asleep, or actually sleeping.

I had been doing my very best lately to hear the details of the hunt Sam and Dean were involved in but they seemed to be saving all hunt conversations for when I was sleeping, which made eavesdropping considerably more difficult. As I lay there with my head against the seat for a very long period of time, Sam – thinking I was asleep – began talking,

"So you're not even going to tell her about the hunt?"

I heard Dean shift beside me,

"You're not. Yea, this is going to turn out well, she loves it when you hide things from her. This sounds like one healthy marriage."

I felt Dean's jacket slide past my arm and then heard his fist connect with Sam,

"Ow!" Sam said, "The hell was that for?"

"I'm not hiding things from her," Dean said indignantly, "I'm protecting her."

"The girl with the shotgun in her bag needs you to protect her? Interesting."

"Sammy." Dean said in an irritated voice, "How about you make a commitment to that Karen girl or whatever, then tie the knot, and tell me if you'd throw your wife into the way of possible danger and almost certain emotional distress. And after she is already emotionally distressed and sobbing because hormones are taking over her body, then you can give me suggestions on what I should be doing right now. Okay?"

Dean was quiet for a moment before he spoke again, "Now. Do you want to talk about this hunt or not?"

"Yea, sure. And her name's Keira by the way."

"Karen, Keira, whatever. Now do you have the details of what happened?"

Yes, I thought to myself, I am finally going to start getting the inside scoop again,

"I've been talking to a bunch of locals on the phone and over email and there's one story that they all seem to tell me about. There was this woman during the fifties, and she was raped one night and ended up pregnant, her family totally abandoned her and she essentially ran away to a cabin in the forest. So a year later she has the baby and is visited by the rapist. He ended up killing her and the baby. So story is that every year on the night of her attack, she kills three men. Stabs 'em to death, just like the guy did to her."

"Okay," Dean said, "but why three men?"

"Maybe because the baby was three months old at the time?" Sam replied

"Yea. Makes sense. So we exorcise her spirit before she offs anymore guys. But-"

I stretched my arms, pretending that I had just woken up from a nice and restful nap and Dean stopped mid sentence,

"Where are we?" I asked

Dean reached over and pulled my hand into his,

"About twenty minutes from Dr. Brockmann. You can sleep for a little longer if you want."

I shook my head,

"No, that's okay. I want to get some more reading done before we get there. I really don't want to seem uninformed."

Dean chuckled as I opened my book again,

"Sam you don't think I'm ridiculous for wanting to know what's growing inside of me, do you?"

"No Kaiden. I don't think that's ridiculous. I think that you like knowing things, which is understandable."

I smiled,
"I like you Sam. Maybe you and I should have gotten married, and Dean should have sat in the back seat of the car with no leg room."

Twenty minutes later we arrived at the obstetrician's and Dean and I walked up the stairs to her second floor practice.

We sat in the waiting room, surrounded by women whose stomachs were massive and were complaining about how swollen their ankles were. I leaned over to Dean and whispered in his ear,

"How are you going to feel when I'm double my regular size and constantly wishing for things like ice-cream and trying to remember the last time I could see my feet?"

He laughed softly and slid his arm around my shoulder,

"You'll still be beautiful, no matter what."

"You," I said with a snort, "are the most sickeningly charming person I have ever met. If our baby has even half the charisma that you do, then she'll be set for life."

"Think it's a girl do you?" he asked

I was about to answer when a lady in pink scrubs came into the waiting room with a clip board,

"Kaiden Trent-Winchester?"

"Here." I said, as I stood up and followed her down the hall, with Dean beside me.

She led us into a small room and said,

"Doctor Brockman will be in here momentarily, you can just take a seat."

She handed me a hospital gown to change into and I sat down on the edge of examination bed and watched the nurse leave the room and close the door behind her,

"Trent-Winchester seems a little long," I said to Dean, when he didn't reply I continued on, "I mean, maybe I could combine the two names and have something good and short. Maybe something like, 'Trentchester,' what do you think?"

He laughed,
"We'll try to think of something else."

I changed into the gown and mock glared at Dean as he swept his eyes appreciatively over my less then clothed state,

"Oh, you're a creeper."

"What?" he said indignantly, "Am I not allowed looking at my wife, who happens to be really hot?"

I laughed and asked him to help me tie up the back of my gown before sitting down on the examination table and waited.

The doctor came in and began talking me through all the things I should be doing and experiencing at this stage in my pregnancy. She talked to Dean about what he should expect from me both emotionally and physically.

"Do you have any questions?" she asked me, and I shook my head so she said, "We'll just do an ultrasound and see how the baby's doing. We won't be able to know the baby's sex yet, but we just want to check up."

I nodded my head, I was so excited and nervous at the same time that I could barely put words together in my head, let alone put them into a verbal form.

"This is going to be cold," Dr. Brockmann said as she squirted some jelly onto my stomach and my attention was rapt to the screen where I could see an outline,
"It's so small." I said, my voice barely a whisper

The doctor furrowed her brow,

"What is it?" Dean and I asked at the same time,

"Congratulations," she said with a smile, "you're carrying twins."