After they ate and paid they were back in the Impala. Dean had just got Felicia strapped in when Sam pulled Dean aside. "Come on, man, tell me what's been up with you."

"You're really not going to let this go, are you?" Sam gave another bitchface. Dean huffed out a big sigh and stared at Sam. "Fine, you really wanna know."

"Yes, Dean. I really wanna know."

Dean opened his mouth to speak but shut it again. There was something uneasy about Dean's facial expression. His face paled. Dean lifted one finger and walked back into the diner. Sam watched through the window as Dean rushed over to the men's bathroom with a hand covering his mouth. Sam looked through the Impala to look at Felicia. She was mouth what he thought was 'Sammy'. He opened the car door and ducked his head in.

"Sammy?"

"What, Felicia?"

"Where De go?"

"He went to the bathroom. He'll be back in a moment."

Fe nodded. Sam kept the door open to let some fresh air in but when he saw Dean he shut the door. Dean did not look good. Dean dug around in his jacket pocket and tossed the Impala keys to Sam. Sam was confused. "You ok?"

"No, we need to get to Bobby's."

"Not until you tell what wrong. Something is definitely wrong with you, Dean."

"Fine. Nothing is wrong with me."

"Bullshit."

"I'm serious, Sammy. This is normal."

"Puking your brains out is what you call normal?"

"No, the situation I'm in…that is normal."

"What the Hell are you talking about?"

"I'm pregnant, Sam." Dean snapped with a shaky breath.

"Pregnant? Pregnant?"

"Yeah, now can we go to Bobby's?"

"Who's the other Dad?"

Dean didn't look at Sam. Sam knew that the guy was just some quick fuck and from Dean said it was on Valentine's Day. "Sam, can we talk about this later. I just want to get to Bobby's before I get sick again."

"Who was the quick fuck that got you pregnant Dean?"

"Cas! Ok, Cas got me pregnant. I was drunk on Valentine's Day. If I didn't wake up naked beside him I would have never known." Dean said crouching down on his heel with his back pressed against the Impala. He was pale again. Sam went to walk over to him when Dean forced a hand up to stop him. Dean gagged then retched what was left of his meal. He had fallen that he was on his hand and knees, vomiting and now dry heaving.

Sam crouched down and sat back on his heels and rubbed Dean's back. "Let's get to Bobby's. If you…conceived on Valentine's Day…that means you're—"

"8 weeks. I didn't go to a bar right before this case, I went to a clinic. I'm 8 weeks and…" Dean paused as if he was going to puke again. He gagged and dry heaved but he came up with nothing. He spit in the slop and stomach bile and slowly rose to his feet. "I was going to tell Cas after this case."

"Come let's go. It's only a 20 minute drive. Just tell me if you have to pull over." Sam said helping Dean in the passenger seat.

"De? You ok?" Felicia asked concerned.

"I'm fine, Fe. I'm just not feeling very good." Dean smiled at the little girl.

"Where we goin, De?"

"We are going to a good friend of mine and Sammy's. His name is Bobby. You're going to like him. He has a beard and lots of old hats."

Felicia smiled and looked out the window again. Dean leaned back and closed his eyes and rubbed circles on his uneasy stomach. Sam looked at Dean. "Are you going to wait until we get Fe settled before calling Cas?"

Dean didn't answer. Sam could tell that he couldn't answer at the moment. The only reason he could tell was because Dean had started sweating and paled with a slight tint of green. Dean's eye flicked opened and he looked at Sam. "Pull. Over."

Sam quickly did as he was told. Felicia looked confused. Dean flung open the door and swung his legs out of bent forwards before he was even out he dry heaved and gagged until stomach acid traveled up his throat and onto the ground. Dean just hung his head in his hands as he sat in the passenger seat. Sam rubbed Dean's back in slowly circles. "Are you good? We have about 10 more minutes until we get to Bobby's."

Dean shook his head weakly and he gagged again. Sam looked at Felicia. "Sam'y? What wrong wif De?"

"Dean's not feeling too good at the moment, sweetheart. Just hang tight we will be moving in a little bit."

"De-De! Sam'y is De sick?"

"No, no, Dean's not sick. He's just not feeling good." Sam said still rubbing Dean's back as he retched more yellowy slop or stomach acid.

"Oh God, Sammy. Drive. I need to get out of this car and lay down." Dean whimpered as he shifted so he was in the Impala and shut the door.

Once Dean's door closed Sam stepped on it and probably cut 3 or 4 minutes off their arrival time, if Dean didn't have to stop again. During those final 10 minutes Sam called Bobby and told him that Dean might be rushing into the house and to prepare for that. Dean started moaning softly 5 minutes after they stopped. "We're almost there, Dean. Can you hang on until then?"

"Pull over, Sammy. I need out of this car. I can't breathe." Sam pulled over. Dean opened his car door and basically fell out of the car and laid down on the ground.

"Dean?" Sam stepped out of the Impala and dashed over to him. "Dean, are you ok?"

"Yeah, Yeah, I was getting motion sick. I read about stuff like that happening. Help me up." Dean said.

Sam helped Dean to his feet. "I don't understand. You were fine a few hours ago."

"I read that morning sickness can get worse on how tired you are and how stressed you are. Lots of that going on right now." Dean said as he sat back in the passenger seat.

"Well, when we get to Bobby's I want you to go straight up to the guest room and lay down and sleep."

"If we weren't in this fuc-freaking car I would be out cold." Dean said. Sam hopped in the car again and started driving.

"De-De?" Felicia said.

"Yes, Fe?"

"Are you ok?"

"I'm doing better, sweetie. We are almost at Bobby's house. When we get there you and me are going to take a nap. How does that sound?"

Fe nodded and went back to looking at the scenery. Dean looked at Sam and opened his mouth to say something but changed his mind and looked out the window. "I saw that, Dean. What did you want to say?"

"Man, you are like a hawk. It's nothing."

"Last time you said that you told me you were pregnant."

Dean sighed and then smiled. "I know how many I'm having."

"You're not having just one?"

"It's twins. That's all I know. The doc showed me himself. I had an ultrasound done and I saw the two little float blobs."

"Yep, only you would call your unborn children that they look like floating blobs."

"Hey, they don't look like babies yet."

Dean laughed as the pulled into Bobby's driveway. Bobby was standing in the doorway. "Are you good to take Felicia while I talk to Bobby?"

"Yeah, I'll take her up with me to the guest room and take a nap. Could you unload the trunk? I found some clothes that might fit me, you, and Cas."

"Awesome. Go on to bed, Dean." Sam said as Dean and him stepped out the car. Dean opened the backseat door and unstrapped Felicia and swung her onto his hip. Sam and Dean walked over to Bobby.

"Hey, Sam, Dean…"

"This is Felicia." Dean said. "Fe, can you say hello to Bobby?"

"Hi, Bobby." She tiredly waved

"Hi sweetheart." Bobby smiled. "Dean you looked like crap. You and the rugrat go sleep like Sam told me you would do."

Dean nodded. "Come on, Fe. Naptime."

Felicia were two steps ahead of him as she already had her thumb in her mouth and had a tight grip on Dean's shirt. Dean slowly walked up the stairs and sat Fe on the bed as he took off his shoes and Fe's shoes. Dean pulled back the covers and got inside and pulled the little girl close to him. She went back to nuzzling her face in his chest and gripping his shirt and sucking her thumb. Dean smiled and closed his eyes and they both sound drifted to sleep.