Been to Hell

Chapter 4: "It's Not You"

THEN

"Crowley didn't bring me back." They all turned and looked at her. "Aphrodite did."

"Aphrodite?" Sam's brows knit together. "No offense, but why would she bring you back?"

"Because I sacrificed myself for love. That thing Cas felt, it's…hard to explain."

"Well try."

"It's no secret that the Greek gods like to…bestow gifts. She gave me the power to tell if people are soulmates. That's one of the reasons my memories came back…Dean's mine."

"How…how can you tell?"

"A light illuminates the people, if the two colors match, soulmates. We're a deep sky blue in case you were wondering."

"So, what, you're a demigod now or something?"

"Or something."

NOW

Sam rolled over in bed, wrapping his arm around Elena, pulling her closer against him. He buried his head in her neck and kissed her skin, his hand rubbing circles over her belly. It amazed him to know that his baby was growing inside of her. It had awoken a whole new breed of instinct inside of him. Things had been good. It'd been a few weeks since Dalia had come home and she and Dean were inseparable. She would watch him fix the Impala, and he would hold her while she read.

She rolled onto her back and looked up at him. "Good morning."

He dipped his head and kissed her. "Morning. Hungry?"

"I'm starving." She smiled and sat up, pulling his shirt off the floor and pulling it over her head. "I think we should tell Dean and Dalia about the baby today too."

Sam looked over at her as he pulled his jeans on. "You sure about that?" he asked, looking for a different shirt to wear.

"I'm sure." Elena pulled on her jeans and slipped her feet into her boots. Sam sighed and nodded. If that's what she wanted, that was fine with him. Maybe Dean would be on his side about her siting out hunts. He took her hand and walked to the kitchen. Dean was leaning on the counter, waiting for coffee to brew. Dalia was sitting at the table, reading of a newspaper, one leg crossed over the other. "Morning guys."

Dalia looked up and smiled. "Morning you two." Sam watched the way her smile faded a little and she quickly looked back at her paper.

"So uhm, Elena and I have something we need to tell you guys." Sam walked over to the fridge and grabbed the orange juice while Elena got glasses.

"What's that?" Dean asked, turning and looking at them.

"Well," Elena started. She looked at Sam and smiled a little. "I'm pregnant." The paper fell from Dalia's hands and Dean stood up straight.

"I'm sorry, what?" Dean asked. "I don't think I heard you right."

Sam smiled a little. "Yeah, she's pregnant." He put his arm around her. But he noticed the way Dalia worried her lip. He looked at her. "Okay, I understand why Dean's a little concerned, but what's wrong with you?" he asked.

Dalia shook her head. "It's nothing, really." She sighed and picked up the paper again.

"Bull shit. I know you Dalia, and I know when you're lying." Elena crossed her arms over her chest. "What's going on?"

Dalia sighed and set the paper back down. "Don't freak out okay? It doesn't mean anything."

"Just tell me."

"Your colors don't match."

Elena felt a little wave of nausea slink through her that had nothing to do with morning sickness. "What?"

"It doesn't mean anything. You don't have to have love to be soulmates." Dalia rubbed her temples. "This is why I didn't want to say anything."

"No…I'm glad you did." Elena bit her thumb nail. Dalia had a point. She loved Sam, more than anything. Just because they weren't soulmates didn't mean anything. She sighed and looked up at Sam. He didn't look as worried as she was.

"I hope you know this means you're officially on desk duty," Dean said, pouring a cup of coffee.

"The hell it does." Elena turned on him, prepared to go around with him.

"It does." Dean walked over to the table and looked at her as he sat down. "You've got my niece or nephew in there," he said nodding to her belly. "I'm not going to let you put yourself, let alone the baby in harm's way."

Elena smiled a little. She was pissed that they were telling her she couldn't hunt, but she understood why they were telling her that. And the fact that Dean was so protective was just down right sweet. She sighed and nodded her head. "Fine, I'll ride the research desk. But, when I'm nine months pregnant and can't walk around because I'm too fat, one of you is staying with me to wait on me hand and foot."

"Deal," Sam said, kissing her head.

"Good." Elena smiled and took a drink of her juice. "Okay, we need to get going," she said looking up at Sam.

"Going where?" Dean asked.

"Ultrasound." She finished her juice and set the glass down. "We'll be back with baby pictures."

xXx

Elena's foot wouldn't stop bouncing. They were sitting in the waiting room of the doctor's office. She'd already filled out the mountain of paper work. Now they were just waiting to be called back. She was fidgeting, kept checking her phone. Sam reached over and took her hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and kissed the back of it. "Calm down," he whispered.

"I can't." She looked around at all of the pregnant women, babies, and baby magazines. "Oh god," she whispered, shaking her head. "Sam, I don't think I can do this."

"Hey, look at me." She turned her head and looked at him. "You can do this. You're strong, and you're going to make a fantastic mother." He smiled and kissed her head. "And I'm going to be there, every step of the way to help you."

She smiled a little and cupped his face. "What would I do without you?"

"Elena Winchester?" They looked up at the nurse waiting by the door.

Elena got up and grabbed her bag. Sam followed her, holding her hand. "Winchester?" he whispered as they followed the nurse back.

She smirked a little, standing on the scale to be weighed. "Don't be mad, but it just made things simpler."

He smirked and followed her back to the waiting room. The nurse quickly went through routine, taking her blood pressure and temperature. "Go ahead and change into this gown," she said, pulling one from the cupboard. "The doctor will be in shortly." She smiled and left, closing the heavy door behind her.

Elena sighed and started taking her clothes off. "Babe?" Sam nodded to the gun that had been hiding under her shirt.

"Oops." She quickly disarmed it and handed it to him to hide in her bag. "Forgot about that." She stripped out of the rest of her clothes and left them in a pile on the empty chair before pulling the gown on. She sighed and climbed onto the examination table and looked around. "I can't believe we're here."

Sam got up and walked over, standing in front of her. He braced his hands on either side of the table and smiled, kissing her. "I love you."

She tangled her fingers in his hair. "I love you too."

They looked over when the doctor came in. "Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Winchester. I'm Simon, I'm going to be your doctor." He smiled and shook their hands. Sam moved out of the way but stayed close. He was uneasy about having a male doctor. Especially after what Dalia told them earlier about their soulmate colors not matching. "So, you're going to have a baby. How are you feeling?" Simon asked.

"Scared as hell." Elena smiled and played with her hair nervously.

Simon chuckled. "Well, that's why I'm here; to answer any and all questions and to guide you on this journey." He smiled and put his clipboard to the side. "Now, would you like to see your baby?" he asked.

"Yes," Sam and Elena answered together.

He smiled and grabbed a pair of gloves from the box on the counter. "Go ahead and lay back." Elena bit her lip, lying back and taking Sam's hand. He laced his fingers with hers and stroked his thumb over her hand. Simon pulled the ultrasound machine over and got the gel ready. He put a blanket over her lower half and Elena pulled up the gown, exposing her belly. "This may be a little cold," he warned before squeezing gel onto her belly.

Elena jumped. "You're telling me." Simon smiled and grabbed the wand and started the machine. Elena bit her lip and watched the screen, showing the inside of her body. "How will I know?"

"I'll point it out," Simon assured her, watching the screen. He stopped, pressing a button that took a picture, freezing the image on the screen. He pointed out a small bean shape on the screen. "That, is your baby."

Elena covered her mouth as tears ran down her face as she looked at her baby. She squeezed Sam's hand as she stared at the screen. She had a baby growing inside of her, the product of her and Sam's love. There, on that tiny screen, in that tiny little shape, was the proof that it didn't matter if they were soulmates or not. They were in love. Sam kissed her head, just as overcome with emotions as she was.

Simon smiled and stood. "I'll print you a picture." He got up and removed the gloves. "You're doing well, Elena. I'll leave a vitamin regiment for you at the front desk. Take your time." He walked out, leaving the picture on the counter.

Elena wiped her eyes and looked up at Sam. "That's our baby."

"I know." He smiled and kissed her. "I love you."

She laughed, more tears coming. "I love you too." She rested her head against his chest and just stared at the screen. She was going to be a mother.

xXx

Dean looked up when Sam and Elena came back into the bunker. They were smiling, practically glowing. "Went well?" he asked. Elena smiled and pulled a small photo from her pocket and showed it to him, pointing out a tiny little spec on the paper. "That's it?" he asked.

"That's my baby," Sam answered.

Dean smiled and looked at it again, showing it to Dalia when she came into the room. "Congrats, baby brother." Dean smiled and hugged him, listening to Dalia and Elena squeal and carry on about the picture. "I'm proud of you," he told his brother.

"Thank you." Dean clapped him on his back and turned to Elena, pulling her into him. "Welcome to the family, sis." He smiled and kissed her head.

"Thanks, Dean." She smiled and wrapped her arm around Sam. "We're pretty damn happy."

"That's an understatement." Sam kissed her head. Dalia watched them and couldn't help but smile. It didn't matter that they weren't soulmates. All that mattered was that they were in love. And if she was looking at anything, it was love.