Two Months Later
Emily was washing the dishes in her kitchen. She looked out the window and smiled at the neighborhood children that were playing across the street. She looked down at her stomach and smiled knowing her baby would be playing in the same streets, same kids. She just wanted her baby healthy and happy, after all the baby was part of her and Dean.
Things changed quickly for Emily when she found out she was pregnant. She decided to move out from her apartment above the bar and to a safer home. She quit her job at the bar and started working at the public library. It paid little but it got her by with bills, mortgage, food and her doctor appointments.
Even though Dean was gone Emily was happy because he had left part of him with her. She would look at her baby and know Dean would be proud of their child just as much as she would be.
Emily put the last plate away and headed upstairs for bed. She grabbed a tank top and boxers. She smiled when she saw the small baby bump on underneath her tank top. She brushed her hair and walked over to her bed. She pulled the blankets back and got in. She turned on her back and looked up at the ceiling. Some nights she wished Dean was there. She turned her head looking at the empty spot next to her. She knew he would just hold her through the night.
Emily woke up to her doorbell ringing. She groaned looking over at her clock on the nightstand and groaned even louder seeing that it was two in the morning.
"Who is ringing my doorbell at some un-Godly hour?"
She rolled out of bed and half slept walk towards the stairs. She ran her hand over her face as the doorbell rung again. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
She unlocked the door and yawned. She opened it up and opened her eyes to see Dean standing there. He was drenched from the rain and his eyes they were red and puffy.
"Dean…what are you doing here? How did you-" She noticed the look on his face, there was something wrong. "What happened?" He didn't say anything just looked away and she felt her heart break from the pained look on his face. She closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He didn't hesitate to wrap his around her waist and she felt him shaking, either from the cold or because he was breaking down.
"I'm here, I'm here," Emily kept repeating to him. "Let's get you warmed up. Want some coffee?"
She felt his head nod and she let go her clothes a little wet from him but she didn't care, she needed to know what brought him back after two months when he said he would never be back and what caused this break down.
She grabbed his hand and led him into the house closing the door. "Take off your jacket and go sit in the living room. I'll make you some coffee." He nodded looking around her house.
Dean took off his jacket and looked around the living room. It was homier then her last place. He looked at some of the pictures of her and her family on the wall. He sat down on the sofa placing his jacket on the coffee table and looked at the pictures on their but one is what caught his eye. There was an ultrasound picture right in the middle of them all.
He took it off the table and stared at it. He should have known. He told her he wouldn't be back; he should have known that she would move on without him. He put the picture down but continued to stare at it.
He wanted to get up and leave but she was all he had left now. He just needed someone to talk to then he'd leave and let her have her apple pie life.
Emily came back in with his coffee and that's when he noticed the smallest bump. He could tell because Emily use to have a perfect flat stomach that he loved running his hands over and kissing it.
She handed him the coffee and sat down next to him. She put her hand on his knee and their eyes locked. "What's the matter Dean?"
"I'm sorry I woke you and your boyfriend…"
"Boyfriend? What made you think I had a boyfriend?"
Dean looked at her confused and she looked towards the coffee table. "Oh, the ultrasound."
"Are you pregnant?"
She looked back at him and nodded. "Yeah but that's not important right now. The important thing is that something is wrong with you. You wouldn't have knocked on my door at two in the morning for nothing."
"Alright but we are going to talk about that," he pointed between her stomach and the ultrasound, "this I mean."
She smiled a little. "Still bossing me around?"
He wished he could smile he just looked down and put the coffee on the table. He sighed as he took her hands in his and looked up at her. "What I'm about to tell you is the reason why I would leave at a random time with you and why I didn't talk to you for those three years. Why I protected you and I was overprotective of you. Why I left telling you I wouldn't be back and why," he closed his eyes trying his best to fight the stinging of tears, "why Sam is dead."
Emily's eyes widened as he said the last thing. "Sam's dead? Oh my God baby." She wrapped her around his neck and he let her hold him. "I'm so sorry." She kissed his cheek.
She knew Sam. She met him around the same time that Dean had begun to act even more strange than usual around her but he just thought it was the whole big brother thing.
She let go of him and took his hands back in hers. "Tell me everything." She was ready for whatever he had to throw at her, as far as she knew.
Dean began to tell her about his family. He told her how his mother's side were hunters but when his mother, Mary, had met his father, John, she wanted to give up hunting and live a normal happy life with him. John didn't know about this hunting lifestyle and Mary didn't want him to know.
He told her how when he was four and Sammy was just a couple months old their mother was murdered by a demon named Azazel and had spilled blood into Sammy's mouth. At the time they didn't know who or what had killed their mother so their father had driven them cross country for years hunting anything they could and trying to find answers for their mothers death until Sammy had decided he had enough and went off to college.
He began to tell her how he had met her because of a case. Women were being targeted from the bar she had worked at but lucky her Dean and John had killed the werewolf. He explained to her how he didn't want to stop seeing her that he felt a connection for her that he never felt with anyone.
He told her two years after Sam had gone to college John went missing and that's around the same time Dean knew something was wrong and had to protect Emily in any way possible. That's why he would only see her a few times out of the month.
Then he began to tell her about Hell and selling his soul. He saw the fear and the tears in her eyes and he wiped them away. "Don't cry."
"But Dean you were in Hell, the Hell, you have been through so much."
"Story is not even over."
She looked into his eyes as he continued with his story how Castiel had pulled him out of Hell and how Sam got addicted to demon blood and was seduced by a demon named Ruby. They had to stop a demon named Lilith from breaking 66 seals. The end of those seals lets Lucifer out. Sam didn't know killing Lilith would let Lucifer out.
"And for the past year we have been dodging angels and Lucifer's pets," said Dean. His one hand was shaking and Emily took it in his. She ran her thumb over it in soothing circles. "We've died and gone to heaven. I saw you in heaven."
"How?"
He tried to give her the smallest smile possible but it came out as a small smirk. "Heaven plays your favorite memories for you. One of mine was from the first time I met you," he cupped her cheek, "and the first time I made love to you."
Dean felt that it was a bit awkward making love to her in heaven because it wasn't really her and who knew what perverted angels were watching.
"Then what happened?"
Dean let out a deep breath his hand dropping from her face. "We thought we had him."
"Who?"
"Lucifer. We thought that if Sam drank enough demon blood he would be so powerful that Sam could hold him down and jump into his cage but when Sam said yes Lucifer took hold of him. I found him at a cemetery in Lawrence with my half brother."
"Half brother?"
"That's a story for another time." She nodded. "He was being used by Michael the arch angel. The battle never happened but somehow Sam was able to grab Lucifer and jump into the hole. And now he's gone."
Dean put his head in his hands and began to shake from crying. Emily moved closer wrapping her arms around him. He sat up and held her. "I was supposed to protect him."
"It's not your fault Dean, none of this is."
Dean closed his eyes as tears fell freely down his face. Emily doesn't know how long she held him but she would hold him forever if she had to.
Dean finally lifted his head from her shoulder and wiped his face. "I just can't believe he's gone. I just want my baby brother back."
"I know." She caressed his cheek and gave him a small smile trying to comfort him the best she could.
"So you want to talk about the baby?"
"Right now? I mean we don't have to because…"
"We need a somewhat happier subject."
"Somewhat?" She cocked an eyebrow.
"Who's the lucky daddy to be?"
She smirked tilting her head looking at him. "Are you stupid or something?"
The first time that night he laughed remembering that's what she said to him the first time they met when he asked her out.
"You're the father, Dean. I'm two months pregnant."
Dean looked at her shocked. If he was going to die he didn't want to leave her with that responsibility. That would be selfish of him.
"T-Two months? And it's mine?"
"Yes."
A small smile crept across his face and he went to touch her stomach but stopped. "Go ahead." She lifted her shirt up a little exposing the tiny belly. Dean's warm hand covered it and he continued to smile. "I did that."
"We did that buddy. Remember I was there."
"Vaguely remember."
"Then I guess I'll have to freshen your memory. But that can wait till tomorrow. Tonight we are sleeping." She stood up and grabbed his hand taking him to the upstairs bedroom.
The two laid there her chest to his back like usual except this time both their hands on her tummy. Dean knew he should be mourning his brother and in some way he is but he is also happy to be having a child especially with Emily. With every death comes a birth.
Authors Note: Thanks for all the reviews you guys! To let you know this story and Just Let It Burn are going to end with dean and sam meeting up with each other again. The characters coming together and then there will be a story with them all together :) hope you enjoy
