A/N: Sorry it's taken so long for this chapter. I actually got a job this week and so I was training all week and then boyfriend stuff. So this chapter won't be super long, it's just a bridge for the next chapter. Thanks Seimra asami for the good luck on the job! I didn't get to tell you that last time.

Chapter 3

A/N: Just in case, I don't own ANY of these characters. I'm simply making them work with me.

"Please Dean let's not go to Bobby's. I'm fine; I mean what sort of danger could I possibly be in?" I begged, my brown puppy dog eyes widening as I stared at him through the rearview mirror, tearing up slightly at the prospect of getting more bad news. Dean just quirked his bushy eyebrows, pain showing in his eyes as he tried to hold everything in like usual. That was what Dean and Sam were good for, avoiding their issues as much as possible. Definitely not a healthy choice, but one they continued to indulge in whenever possible.

I had been right in thinking Bobby wouldn't be happy with Dean and me having a child, and to be honest I didn't even really know what Dean thought of it. We hadn't had a moment to discuss it in private.

"I don't know," Sam replied, his voice concerned, his comment tearing Dean's beautifully expressive green eyes from mine. "We know Bobby never takes things lightly. I think we should go. It's something we need to know."

"Need to know?" I put in air quotes, my irrationality taking over once again. "You've got to be kidding me." I muttered, staring out at the tall yellowed grass out the back window. "Bobby is just mad. He's mad because I'm pregnant and not married. He's mad because I decided to – which I mean I didn't really even decide to, it was more like it happened."

"You got that right," Dean chuckled in the driver's seat.

Kicking his seat in front of me I growled, "Not funny Dean," giving him an evil eye from the back seat. Dean's smile stopped in its tracks. "That's what I thought." I replied, turning back towards Sam's head in the passenger seat. " As I was saying, he's just mad because two of his best hunters are going to have a kid. That's all there is to it. He decided the best way to get us back there to yell at us was to say there was some kind of danger out there waiting for us." I slouched back in my seat, crossing my arms across my chest, completing my idea of how Bobby didn't have a prophecy of any sorts he just wanted to rant instead of let us do our jobs and hunt. Right now there was a monster out there who needed to be stopped. Now, certainly wasn't the time to be going away from the monster towards a fighting match.

Sam of course had to input his feelings on the matter. "I really think there is something. Some kind of weird hunter story out there that is against hunters having kids."

I interrupted him before he could say anything else. "Then why," I almost yelled, "do hunters have kids? I mean I'm sure Bobby knows of twenty other couples who were hunters at one point who have HAD kids together. Am I not right Dean?" I had finally decided to bring Dean into this conversation. The one he had been avoiding since we'd gotten off the phone with Bobby.

"I don't know Bells," Dean replied, his voice apologetic. "I think Bobby knows his stuff. He wouldn't be petty if he were mad," and I wanted to put in there 'at least you think so.' Because I knew deep down he was afraid that maybe I was right, maybe Bobby was just doing it to be incredibly mean and spiteful because in a way we were his own children and we had screwed up on a rather large scale.

"We're going back anyway to see what he wants," Sam stated. As I watched the town we had passed just a few hours ago, the town that had changed my destiny flew past us as Dean hit the gas pedal, the accelerator needle hitting the limit on the Impala. Obviously Dean wasn't afraid of the cops and he was trying to say he wasn't afraid of Bobby, but I could still believe he might be.

"Geez Sam can't you at least be sensitive about this?" I muttered, rolling my eyes at his tactlessness.

"Look Bella, just because you're freaking about seeing Bobby doesn't mean we shouldn't take him seriously." Sam shouted towards the windshield.

"Shut up Sam," I sputtered.

"Grow up Bella and face the consequences."

"Thelma, Louise, will the both of you please shut up already." Dean barked, clearly pissed at our continued fighting. His voice agitated he finished, "We're going to Bobby's. It's the end of the discussion, Bella. He's never steered us wrong before. And Sam, give her a break," Dean huffed, "she's freaking pregnant with my kid." Dean shut up then, ignoring us both as he continued to push the Impala for all it was worth back towards Bobby's neck of the woods. The Metallica music seeming to blare now compared to when we were fighting, even though I was sure it was on one of the lowest volume settings I'd ever heard it on.

I slouched back into the worn leather seat. "Can we at least stop somewhere for the night? Or at least to eat?" I pushed it more than I needed to when I added, "since I mean I am feeding for two now." I let the thought trail off so Dean would think about it, and perhaps feel a bit guilty as well.

"Yeah," he mumbled. "We'll stop. I'm tired of driving as it is."

I heard Sam's stomach growl and knew he couldn't pass up on eating at some point. Smirking I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. At least I had a little bit of time on my side now before the fateful danger.