It was the first time she had been out of the bunker for months. She couldn't be in there anymore, so she came outside just for a minute. It was early in the morning and the sun was just rising. She could hear the birds waking from their sleep. It was a little bit chilly, but she didn't mind. She needed some fresh air; it would do her and the baby some good. She sat on the ground and just looked up at the morning sky. It was beautiful. She missed this, missed camping, walking around outside, and the outdoors in general. As she sat there and thought about what her life would have been if she had never meet the boys. She hasn't seen her family in months; hell they don't even know she's alive. She heard the bunker door open, and when she looked behind her she see's Dean in PJ pants and a white tee-shirt
"Hey," he said as he sat down next to her.
"Hi," she replied.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked.
"Nothing," she said.
"How's the baby," Dean asked.
"She's good. She just fell asleep," she said while rubbing her stomach.
"How do you know it's a girl?" he asked.
"I don't know; I guess I've always wanted a girl. Did I wake you?" she asked while leaning her head on his shoulder.
"No, I was up," he said softly.
He started to play with her hair as they sat there watching the sun rise.
"Why are you up so early?" he asked.
"I woke up to pee and never went back to sleep. She wouldn't let me," she said looking down at her large stomach.
"How about we go inside and you go lay down now that she's asleep," he suggested.
"Can we sit out here a little longer?" she asked looking up into his green eyes while he looked out into the sunrise.
"Just a little," he said.
She laid her head down in his lap as he gently started to tickle her arms and shoulders. She knew that they should probably go inside, but she couldn't bring herself to move. She could feel herself gently slipping away with every soft touch of his hand.
Dean sat there with her as she fell asleep. He knew that they couldn't be out there much longer, so when she was asleep he picked her up and brought her back inside. He knew how tough it must be on her. She could never leave the bunker, and she could never tell her parents she's okay; her life was gone. All because of one night. Dean could feel himself slowly slipping away. Wanting to kill more and more, but he knew that he could not give in to the mark. For her and that baby. Dean didn't know why he was so attached to the thing. Hell it's not even his. This shouldn't have happened to her he thought. They should have left her alone; Cas should have left her alone, but he can't really blame Cas for what happened.
He poured himself a glass of milk; he was trying to cut down on the alcohol. He sat at the table and started to think. Thinking if he could really be a good enough father to the child, or if he was even good enough for her. She was so kind and gentle and happy. He was rough and nothing but trouble for anyone who came around him. It was complicated what they had. Ever since Cas disappeared he has had to be there for her. The nightmares, the crying, the loneliness, and keeping her safe. After the baby was made Cas and her found out that they didn't really like each other that much. It was some sort of love spell neither of them were at fault. He still feels like he's breaking some kind of bro code if he lets his feelings in. Right now they were like really good friends. He's there for her and she's there for him. He heard footsteps and wondered if she was up.
"Mary go …" he was in the middle of saying when he noticed it was Sam. "Oh hey Sammy I didn't know you were up."
"Yeah," he said while rubbing his eyes. "Why did you call me Mary?"
"I thought she was awake again. She didn't sleep so well last night," Dean explained.
"Oh, is she alright?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, she's fine it's just the baby didn't want to let her sleep this morning,"
"How are you doing, Dean?" Sam asked.
All of a sudden they hear screaming coming from Mary's room. Dean and Sam rush over to her room and barge right in.
"Hey… hey it's okay...wake up, it's okay," Dean said as he held her trying to wake her from her nightmare. She kept screaming a kicking likes she's fighting something, and then finally she woke. Tears were streaming down her face and he could tell that this was one of the worst one's yet.
"Dean," she said faintly.
"Hey, I'm here," he said as he held her tight.
They laid there like that for a few minutes until she calmed down. Dean got up to leave when she said, "Stay. Please... I don't want to be alone right now."
"Yeah, of course whatever you need," he said as he wrapped her back into his arms hoping it helped making her feel safe.
When Dean laid back down with her she snuggled up into him, and put her face in his chest. The nightmare was awful. She was standing in the kitchen of the bunker when she felt this ping coming from her stomach, and when she looked down there was a knife sticking out. When she went to yell for Dean she realized he was the one who stabbed her. She tried to fight him, but the pain was too much, and the realization of the baby being gone was gut wrenching. She was terrified. When she woke up to Dean she realized it had just been another dream, and she was thankful it was. Of course she couldn't tell Dean this. It would break his heart knowing that she had those dreams about him. So instead she tells him that she can't remember them, and they go on with their lives. Dean has too much to worry about, he doesn't need these stupid dreams too. It's just that this one felt different, it felt so real. As if she was there actually experiencing it. There was something about Dean. She loved the way that he smelled. She couldn't describe it if her life depended on it, but there was just something about his smell that made her feel safe. He started to play with her hair again trying to get her back to sleep, but that wasn't going to happen any time soon because the baby was awake and kicking. She still just laid there in his arms. The way she felt about Dean was something she had never felt before; not even with Cas. Even though Cas was just a spell she like to think that there was some part of her that like him. She felt bad about the feelings she had for Dean. She felt like now that she's pregnant that she's only allowed to be with the father. Dean and her have not tried anything, but she felt like she's not the only one with feelings.
"What was your dream about?" he asks her quietly.
"I can't remember," she says sadly just realizing she wA still crying with the feel of pain and loss still in her system.
"Hey, look at me," he said while lightly pushing her face up to look at his.
"Whatever it is you can tell me. You can tell me anything."
"I know, and I always will, but my nightmare's I usually don't remember," she said while looking into his deep green eyes. God was he a beautiful man. She couldn't help herself, she was lost in his eyes, or at least until the baby kicked her right in the ribs.
"Ow," she said quietly.
"What? Is everything okay?" Dean asked with fear in his eyes.
"Yeah, um the baby just kicked. Here feel," she said as she put his hand on her stomach. The baby kept on kicking and by the look in Dean's eyes he could feel them.
"Wow," he said softly.
"Yeah try being the one being kicked from the inside. Not so fun then," she said with her hand on his as he felt the baby.
Caught up in the moment she asked, "You want to see something cool?"
"What?" he asked as he takes his hand away from her belly.
"Come here," she said as she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Just come here," she yelled from the bathroom.
Dean gets up and walked into the bathroom seeing her laying in the bathtub with her sports bra, and shorts on.
"What are you doing?" he asked as he tried to look away.
"Oh come on Dean, it's a sports bra nothing you haven't seen before," she replied as she turned on the water.
"Get out of there you're going to get your clothes all wet," he said.
"Oh, stop being a baby and come here," she said gesturing him towards the bath tub.
Dean walks over to the bathtub and kneels beside it.
"What now?" he said impatiently.
"Can you hand me the cup over there?" she said pointing to the cup in the other corner of the bath.
"Here," he said as he gave her the cup. "Now what?"
She lets the bath fill up a little more, and then she tried to shut the water off with her feet and it didn't work.
"Why didn't you just ask me to turn it off for you?" Dean asked as he turned off the water the rest of the way.
"Watch," she said as she took a cup of full water and poured it on her stomach. Watching Dean's expression when he sees the baby move.
"Oh… my… god," he said. "Now that's just downright scary."
She laughed as she poured some more water making the baby elbow her side.
"Isn't it crazy? Watch this one," she said as she took her hand and tickled the bottom of her stomach. The baby kicked and she could almost see a full foot print.
"That is weird," he said while laughing. She loved the way that he looked right now. That twinkle in his eye of happiness.
"Can I try?" he asked.
"Yeah, I don't care," she replied
He took the cup and filled it with water and poured it on the baby, and she could feel the baby go crazy under the water.
"Did you know they can hear you?" Dean said while watching her belly move.
"Yeah, I didn't think you knew that," she said shocked.
"I did a little reading," he said not looking away from the baby once. "Hey there little guy. I want you to know if you're a girl or boy I will always protect you, and I will always be here for your mom. No matter what," he said to her stomach.
He looked up to her and she looked right into his eyes, and she felt a tear roll down her face.
"Why are you crying?" he asked while moving up towards her face.
"I don't even know," she said to him as she smiled. "I guess I'm just happy."
He cupped her face and whipped away the tears with his thumb, and she couldn't help herself. She leaned in closing the gap between them and pressing their lips together. At first he didn't kiss her back, as if he was shocked from the sudden forwardness, but then he kissed her. The kiss deepened with every movement, her hands were tangled in his hair pulling him closer and closer to her, and she found it was getting harder and harder to stop. The longer they stayed there kissing the more everything felt right like this was supposed to happen. When they finally stopped she felt a little embarrassed.
"Are you blushing?" he asked her.
"Only for you," she replied.