Hi there! So I haven't written fan fiction in a very long time - so please be kind! I've also not watched as much of this show as I'd like either but I'm getting there as fast as I can so again, bare with me, I hope it will be worth it.
I'm not sure how great my characterisation is but this idea popped into my head and I had to get it out, it wouldn't leave me alone! Anyway, please enjoy!

As always I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters etc. Laura is mine however.


It was the middle of the night when Sam's phone rang. He was in bed, crashed out in a deep dreamless sleep when he woke, fuzzy headed and bleary eyed. His phone was buzzing and ringing angrily on the stand next to him, with one hand he reached for it. The numbers on the screen said 2.30am and the caller ID just showed a random number he didn't recognise. Sam groaned as he pressed the green button. Who the hell was calling this time of night? Please just stop ringing!

"Hello?" his voice was hoarse and he coughed, "hello?"

"Sam? Sam is that you?"

"Yeah it's Sam…" he paused, the voice on the other end was female and vaguely familiar but he couldn't place it. There was a sigh of relief on the end of the line.

"Thank God. I hoped I'd got your number right. It's Laura."

"Laura… Laura…are you ok?" Sam did remember her; they'd met several months ago, on a job in Minnesota.

"Yeah… yeah… I'm sorry it's so late by the way. I was just wonder where you are at the moment?"

"Oregon… is everything ok?" he pushed gently, there was something not quite right here. Something she wasn't telling him.

"I'm fine, I just… I just need your help… well your advice really…"

Another pause. Sam rubbed his eyes and yawned.

"Right now?"

"No… not right now… can I meet you for breakfast? Just you, if that's ok. Is there somewhere near where you're staying?"

Sam thought for a second, then he gave her the name of a diner on the corner and the name of the town.

"Great," he could hear the relief in her voice, "I'll see you at 8.30?"

"Sounds great."

He hung up and crashed back onto the mattress. In the other motel bed, Dean hadn't stirred. Sometimes he could be a ridiculously heavy sleeper. Either that or he was just pretending.

Either way, right now Sam didn't care. It was 2.36am and all he wanted was sleep.

When he woke it was to Dean singing, slightly tunelessly, while packing up.

"Rise and shine Sammy." Sam rubbed his eyes as he sat up.

"What time is it?"

"Eight," his brother answered, glancing across at Sam and smirking slightly. "You better get up Sleeping Beauty or you'll be late for your date."

Sam groaned, pulling himself out of bed, and began searching for some clean clothes.

"I knew you were awake."

"Well who wouldn't be when your phone goes off at 2 in the morning! But I didn't want to disturb you as she's clearly desperate to see you." He dodged as Sam threw a pair of dirty socks at his head.

Sam paused and ran Dean's words over in his head, alongside what he could remember of his conversation with Laura.

"About that…. Do you think there's something wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's just the late night call, the wanting to meet and she didn't sound good… like she was scared."

"Well maybe something scared her." Sam sighed at his brother, that was an obvious statement. Dean ignored him and continued, "c'mon, what's the worst that could happen? Maybe she just misses your company?!"

He dodged again as Sam threw a book at him.

They'd met Laura in a bar in Minnesota last October, while hunting vampires. They'd known her for 3 days, then as always, everyone had gone their separate ways. She was pretty and funny and smart. Another child of hunter parents, raised largely by her father and her grandmother.

Technically she was doctor, or at least she'd been to med school and done a year or so in hospital. Then her father had died of heart failure; too much whiskey and stress and she'd decided to take some crazy year out and go back to hunting for a while. Everything her family had tried to get her away from.

The four of them spent the last night in a bar, drinking beer and whiskey and slowly getting drunker and drunker. Sam had carried her back to her room at a local motel. Dean had laughed, saying they looked like some weird married couple. Then he'd fallen over a paving stone and Sam nearly dropped her from laughing so much.

It had been one of those weird, fun nights. Afterwards you forget some details and remember others. She'd been so in awe of meeting them. Like they were some legendary figures or mystical heroes.

In the morning, they parted ways. Each with a slightly throbbing head, and that had been that.

Until now.

The diner wasn't busy. It was dank Wednesday morning at the end of February, and it had been raining on and off for the past day or two. Not really going out for breakfast weather.

There was the tinkling of a bell somewhere as he pushed the door open and stepped inside, glancing round over the heads of the locals for a spare table where Laura would be able to see him when she arrived. But to his surprise she was already there, sat towards the back of the room at a slightly secluded table. She was looking round, waiting, and gave a small wave when she caught sight of him.

Sam looked at her carefully as he made his way across to her. She was pale and drawn, with dark circles under her eyes. She kept pushing her dark hair out of her face and there was small mug of coffee, clutched in her fingers. She didn't get up as he approached but smiled wearily.

"Hey, I'm so glad you could make it… I'm sorry about the late call, I just…" there was a pause as Sam sat down, "never mind, how're you? Long time, no see! I'm sorry I had to order some coffee, it's been a long night!"

"I'm ok, tired though but not too bad. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm ok… just tired… I drove all night so that's why I look so awful!" she smiled weakly at him. Sam stared, slightly open mouthed.

"Just to see me?"

"Like I said, I need some advice."

"Couldn't you just have called?"

"Probably… but I thought it would be easier this way."

The waitress came and took their order. Laura used it as an excuse to change the topic and they talked for a while about other things, hunting mostly, and she asked about ghouls. And what he and Dean had been up to since she saw them last.

There was another pause. Sam watched her pushed bits of pancake around her plate, she was hardly eating. Something wasn't right here. Maybe Dean was right, something had really scared her. He reached across the table and touched her hand.

"Laura, what's going on? You didn't drive all this way just to ask me about ghouls or talk to me about hunting. Just tell me what's wrong."

She didn't look at him and stared at the plate of pancakes instead. Sam's patience was starting to wear thin and he sighed and sat back in his chair.

"Look you didn't come all this way for nothing."

Another pause. He heard her take a deep breath.

"I didn't, I'm sorry I just needed to talk to you about something. About what happened in Minnesota…"

"Ok…"

"Sam… I'm pregnant."


There you have it. Well at least the first part - hopefully I have the time/energy to continue. I realised it may be a little cliche but I'm don't care - it's something I want to explore!
Please read and review!