Holy cow...MEGA delayed review!!! sorry folks! Life has been insane...and my job has been taking it's toll on me...what little time I have left I have homework...lol so not fair...hehe Anyway I felt guilty so I made it a teensy weensy longer than my last chapters...lol

Anywho, I was sick and tired of not adding to it so I finally got to work on it...sorry if it's not that good...to be honest I tried to do better but I was more asleep than awake when I did this...lol

Anyway, a shout to my two regular reviewers who I luv and who's reviews make my day! ;) thanks girlies! :)

Hope you like...it was made especially for each and every one of you...I'm really into Jenny...I like this kiddo...and I will be trying to include Sammy's feelings more...at least...as far as to how he feels about this situation and how he sees Jenny...for now at least...enjoy :)

Dean shifted uncomfortably in the bed and grimaced as he untangled his right arm from behind him. Crap… his foggy brain tried to waken up, as he realized that his arm had fallen asleep. Still half asleep, he shook his arm, trying to get the circulation back into his fingertips. Once done, he wriggled his fingers to get the sensation back in them, and reached onto the other side of the bed, in search of Jenny. Finally registering that she was not there beside him, he opened his eyes a slit and frowned as he yawned out loud.

"Jenny?" he asked softly, not wanting to get the attention of anyone outside the room. The last thing he wanted was to butt heads with some nurse or doctor about having spent the night there with his girl, or to have them ceremoniously show him the way out.

"I'm right here, Dean," responded Jenny from the other side of the room. She was standing in front of a mirror and obviously trying to adjust the knot on her nightgown. Realizing she was having a hard time since it was behind her neck, Dean stepped up to her and gently put her hands away so as to tie it himself.

"I got it," he said in response to the raised eyebrow Jenny gave him when he stood behind her. Jenny shrugged and let her arms fall to her sides as she waited patiently for Dean to fumble his way through the knots.

Just as he was finishing, the door creaked open a slit, only to reveal Sam's shaggy head as his eyes widened in shock. Sam had entered tentatively at first, afraid of waking up Jenny. But when to his surprise he found what appeared to Sam's eyes his older brother readjusting Jenny's clothes, he couldn't help but feel a bit worried.

"DEAN!" spit out Sam in disgust at his possibly insane brother.

Recognizing Sam's voice, both Jenny and Dean's head whipped to the side, resulting in Dean's fingers letting go of the straps. Still loosely tied, the gown fell slightly forward, making Jenny grasp it in front with both hands.

"What?!" asked Dean in genuine confusion. As far as he knew, he hadn't done anything as of yet to elicit that kind of look from his kid brother so early in the morning. And judging from his icy glare, he was in for it now.

Taking a quick intake of air, Sam looked back at Dean and rolled his eyes as he quickly walked up to his brother and stared down at him sternly. "DEAN!" Sam said in a fake stage whisper, "You mind telling me where the hell you were all night?"

Dean glared at Sam and his nostrils flared. "Shut up. All I did was spend the night here at the hospital with her," he growled in response.

Meanwhile, Jenny looked curiously from Dean to Sam, quirking her head at this interesting intercourse. Never having seen them in action, she wondered if this kind of interaction between them was normal or not.

"I figured that much out when you didn't get back at the motel, Dean," Sam said sarcastically. "The question is, what the hell were you doing all this time?!"

"We were catching up," responded Dean in a "duh" tone, as if not getting what was so hard to get about that.

Sam's eyes widened in shock once more, suddenly afraid his previous fears were now confirmed. Knowing Dean's libido, anything was possible…Oh no…please…tell me you didn't… did you? "Dean…" Sam whispered in panic, "PLEASE tell you didn't…"

"Didn't what?" asked both Jenny and Dean in unison, as they both knit their eyebrows in confusion.

"Tell me you didn't sleep with her," Sam spit out, solely directing himself to Dean. Suddenly feeling in protective drive mode towards small Jenny, he instinctively wrapped an arm around her shoulder, placing himself between Dean and her.

"Dude!" Dean looked at him in disgust. "My girl almost had a miscarriage. I may be slightly twisted in my own way, but I think I—"

"Would you both just be quiet!? You're giving me a headache," interrupted Jenny sternly. Shoving Sam's unwelcome arm away from her, she placed her hands on her hips and glared sternly at both of them, making them both step back in surprise at her tone. "And close your mouth," Jenny added as she rolled her eyes, making both Sam and Dean immediately close their mouths obediently. Placing her hand to her forehead, Jenny sighed and closed her eyes for a brief second. As she opened her eyes once more she suddenly looked very tired, making both Dean and Sam feel guilty. There was something about her pale wan face that tugged at their overprotective hearts. "Look, you're lovely, both of you…you really are," she added somewhat sarcastically, not quite in the mood for a continuation of the brotherly squabble, "I love that you're worried about me. But really? The baby and I are tired and we need our rest. And YOU," pointed Jenny towards Dean, "need to get something to eat…it'll make you stop squabbling like a teenage girl who's PMS'ing for the first time," Jenny smirked at Dean as her eyes twinkled mischievously in a brief semblance of her former self. "So…just go outside or something…I dunno…whatever…I need to sleep." Signaling towards the door dramatically with her right hand, she plopped back onto the bed without another word and covered herself with the bed sheet, making both Sam and Dean squirm uncomfortably, both of them suddenly aware that their presence was somewhat unnecessary at the moment.

Clearing his throat, Dean decided to let pass the comment about PMS'ing for the time being. After all…he guessed a girl who had almost had a miscarriage was entitled to some amount of leniency. "Ok…so…I'll be back in a couple of hours, ok?" he asked softly, not wanting to disturb her.

"That would be nice," came back the muffled and somewhat sleepy response from underneath the bed sheet. "Thanks."

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"I'll say this for her…she's got spunk," commented Sam out of the clear blue. Dean and Sam had just had their lunch in a dinner downtown, and they were back at the hospital.

"Mhmm," muttered Dean distractedly as he deftly parked the Impala into the hospital parking lot. The humongous sandwich and steamy apple pie he had ordered had been delicious, and Dean was still in apple pie heaven.

Sam tilted his head and his lips twitched in amusement as he looked at Dean wickedly. He couldn't help but want to fool around a bit with Dean. After all…it wasn't every day you got such a perfect chance to get under your older brother's skin. "Bet she kicked your ass a couple of times," Sam added with a perfectly innocent face, making Dean look at him and glare as he turned off the car's engine. "What's interesting is that you guys never really look at each other at the same time," Sam added, ignoring Dean's warning glance. "You look at her when she's not looking…she checks you out when you look away…" Sam's voice trailed off, and he looked at Dean curiously, as he realized that his last statement had not only caught Dean off guard, but that he was looking at him in surprise, almost as if not quite believing him. "Uh…" continued Sam, "It's just an interesting observation in, uh…you know…an interestingly observational way…"

Dean rolled his eyes and opened the car door as his nostrils flared in annoyance. "You know, you think we might have some more pressing issues here?"

"I, uh…if I'm hitting a nerve here…" Sam responded in a deceptively smooth voice as he pulled on an innocent face, all the while his eyes brimming with mischief.

"All right, that's it," Dean muttered to himself, as he quickly exited the car without another word and headed to the hospital's entrance leaving Sam behind him.

Shaking his head, Sam grinned and leisurely followed Dean. This is going to be better than I thought…

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Dean stopped at the door 666 and knocked softly, probably a first for him. Sam was still a little behind, and Dean was too impatient to see Jenny to wait up for him. When Jenny didn't respond to his knock, he shrugged and entered the room, briefly scanning it. Not seeing her, he headed to the bathroom's door, which was slightly ajar. Standing cautiously behind it, he reached tentatively for the door's handle, not wanting to open it, in case Jenny was changing inside. Holding on to the handle, he rapped the door softly, and called her name once more. "Jenny? You all right?" He put his ear against the door, straining to hear any sign of life from the inside. It was quiet. Too quiet. "JENNY?" he asked louder in a fake stage whisper. "You in there?" He paused, when he heard a sort of gasp from the inside. Without thinking twice, he burst into the bathroom and froze in fear when he saw Jenny on all fours, gasping for air.

"Dean?" she rasped out. In a split second, Dean was by her side, cradling her carefully in his arms. As he did, his eyes widened in panic and he instinctively looked down at her hospital nightgown. It was splotched with blood, and the crimson stained floor surrounding them was sticky and gooey.

"What the hell…" Dean gasped out, fear sketched out in every feature. "NURSE!! Anybody out there! I need some help here!" he roared. Jenny was shivering uncontrollably in his arms and as far as Dean could tell, she was bleeding nonstop. This can't be good… "Jenny!?" he asked her.

For a response, Jenny only shrieked out in pain. "Oh my God…" she gasped. "DEAN! Do something!" She grasped her belly, and she yelled as she struggled to focus on keeping her strength. I need to focus…my baby needs me calm…this can't be happening…

"Just hold on there for me, babe…everything is going to be all right, you got it!?" Dean retorted hoarsely, scared out of his wits. What the hell happened…she was fine an hour ago! "You're just fine…nothing to worry about…" he rambled on, but was interrupted by a sudden rush of what seemed to him an army of doctor and nurses. In less time than it takes to tell the story, two male nurses had lifted Jenny out of his arms and had laid her expertly down on the mattress, making Dean feel dizzy at all that was going on. He felt a knot form in his stomach at Jenny's nonstop screams and he couldn't help but feel angry as he saw the two male nurses hold her down forcefully on the bed. No damn doctor is strapping MY girl to a bed… "What the hell are you doing?!" he demanded to the doctor who was standing near by, barking directions at everyone around them. So far he had ignored Dean, but hearing his voice had finally made him fully register his presence there, making him turn suddenly on him.

"YOU," the middle aged doctor glared at him sternly. "What are you doing here outside of visiting hours?" he demanded as he grabbed Dean roughly by the front of his shirt. "And who are you?" He added as he shook Dean.

Dean glared back at him with slanted eyes and his nostrils flared in anger. In a blink of an eye he had swiftly detached the doctor's grip from his shirt with a single sweeping motion with his right hand and he stared levelly at the doctor, almost as if challenging him to try anything like that again. "You think we might have more pressing issues here!?" he growled at him, as he pointed to pain stricken Jenny. Before the doctor could respond, Dean continued. "MY girl," Dean spit out as he pointed unceremoniously towards her tiny form on the bed. "MY kid," he added as he pointed to her belly. "All you need to know."

That said, Dean turned to her once more, only to catch her pain filled screech once more. Seeing her break out in sweat, he lost it. He couldn't stand this. He couldn't let anyone strap down HIS girl and just watch by and not do anything. To hell with hospital regulations. Without thinking twice about it, he shoved the male nurse away, sending him sprawling to the floor, determined on taking Jenny out of there. Where he was taking her he had no clue…he hadn't thought that much out yet…but he sure as hell didn't want to leave her here. This resulted in producing a mayhem like only Dean Winchester was capable of producing. The two male nurses now focused their attention on Dean, trying to pull him out of the room, and the doctor was busy trying to get some security guards to take over the situation. While Dean fought off his two antagonists like a tiger, and the doctor ran out the hallway in search of help, Jenny tried to still her breathing, knowing full well, that until someone slapped some sense into Dean, it was going to be awhile before they got anywhere.

"Heaven grant me patience," she seethed inwardly, before she yelled out in pain once more. The pain seemed to be coming in full waves. It would decrease abruptly for a split second, then rise once more to a point where she felt she couldn't possible stand it any longer. The tears sprang to her eyes, as she tried to block the pain away, but soon realized she was barely succeeding. She turned to see how Dean and his new "acquaintances" were coming along, and she grit her teeth as she realized that Dean was doing nothing to help either her or the baby. God…please do something! Just knock him down for a second or something! She prayed inwardly as hoped that SOMEONE could come up with a reasonable way to make Dean come to his senses. Just as she was loosing consciousness due to the pain, her foggy brain seemed to register the added presence of a new visitor in the room. Recognizing the shaggy haired man entering the room, she couldn't help but sigh in relief. Thank goodness…maybe he can knock some sense into Dean…

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Hearing the shrieks down the hallway, Sam had doubled his pace in panic, almost too frightened to see with his own eyes whether or not they were coming from Jenny's room. Not that he thought that Dean couldn't manage, but well…with Dean…you never knew what to expect. So when Sam entered Jenny room and found Dean doing some proverbial butt kicking with what appeared to be two innocent male nurses, somehow, he wasn't surprised. Staying rooted at the entrance, Sam's eyes widened in delayed shock. Dean?! Honestly…what the hell?!

"DEAN!" spit out Sam in disgust at his possibly insane brother.

Turning his head at the all too familiar tone, Dean shot his kid brother a pissed off look. "What the hell are you doing here!?" he growled as he stopped momentarily, thus giving the two male nurses the upper hand, allowing them to finally succeed in pinning him down to the floor.

"Bite me," he snarled at him, making Sam roll his eyes at him.

Just when Sam thought things couldn't possible get any worse, he was unceremoniously shoved aside into the room, as the doctor returned with two huge security guards who immediately knelt beside the Dean who was already sprawled on the floor. He has the libido of a 12 year old and the maturity of a 2 year old…Sam huffed inside. Breathing inwardly, Sam ran a hand through his hair and tentatively approached the man whom he assumed to be the doctor. "Umm…excuse me…Doctor…" he paused as he frowned and managed to get a quick look at his name tag. "…Doctor Smith?"

Hearing his name, the doctor turned and looked keenly at him. "What do you think you're doing here?" he asked wearily, as he tried to measure whether or not this was another nut case to take care of.

As Sam's gaze went from his brother, to Jenny's form on the bed, he gulped, trying to frantically come up with a way to both help his brother out of whatever jam he had gotten himself into, and at the same time try to understand what was happening to his brother's girl. What the hell is going on here?!

"Uh, yeah, about that?" Sam offered soothingly as he tried to get a word in edgewise. "My name is Sam and—"

"I don't care if your name is George Jacob Jingle Hinder Smith!" the roused doctor responded as he turned from where he was trying to sooth Jenny's disheveled form, while the male nurses prepared everything needed to exit the room. "You have no business here, and unless you get out in three seconds flat, you are going to get the exact same treatment this other guy is getting. This girl needs to get immediate help! What part of that do you all not understand?"

"Look, I can explain!" Sam interjected in exasperation. Great, Dean…now look what mess you got me in! "I have no idea whatsoever what is going on here, but my name is Sam, and that guy over there whom you currently have in custody is my insane but well meaning brother. The only reason he's here is because he wanted to check on his girl and I came here to check up on both of them. He doesn't mean to get in trouble…you have to believe that," Sam pleaded in what he felt was a lost cause for both of them. Next thing you know, they'll be holding me in custody too…which is what I get for trying to help Dean… "But," he continued volubly, "He gets in over drive when he's in protective mode—" he cut off as the male nurses finally managed to wheel Jenny out of the room, and the two security guards pulled Dean roughly to his feet, leaving Dean to look at Jenny with pain in his eyes, seeing her taken away from him.

"She gonna be alright?" asked Dean dully, as he didn't even try to struggle against the two security guards. His gruff voice barely managed to conceal his inner turmoil, and even the security guards seemed softened towards him.

"If she is, it will be no thanks to you," responded the doctor crisply as he turned his attention back to Sam. "Look," he told Sam as he let out a sigh, "I'll get back to you, as soon as I know something definite, but if I so much as see your brother's ass following me, I'll put you both in custody." He pointed to the door with his thumb, and the guards pulled Dean with them outside, making Sam look slightly taken aback, not knowing exactly where he stood. "You can wait in the waiting room, like normal people do," he added for clarification as he glared at Dean. That said, he turned swiftly on his foot, and ran down the hallway, as he followed Jenny's hospital bed towards the emergency room.

Practically following Dean and Sam until they reached the waiting room, the security guards dusted themselves off airily, and walked away, leaving them alone at last.

Taking a quick intake of air, Sam looked back at a sulky looking Dean and rolled his eyes. "DEAN!" Sam said in a fake stage whisper, "You mind telling me what idiotic stunt you just pulled off?!"

Dean glared at Sam and his nostrils flared. "Shut up."

"Look, I get that you're worried, but seriously? You mind telling what exactly you were trying to do?!" asked Sam sarcastically. "And what the hell is going on?!" By the time Sam had gotten to room 666, Jenny had already been pulled away, and since he hadn't seen the sickening splotch of blood on the bathroom floor, Sam was somewhat unsure of how serious the situation was at the moment.

"She's bleeding," grit out Dean.

The minute the words were out of Dean's mouth, Sam immediately cooled down. "Oh no…Dean…I'm so sorry…" he offered gently not knowing what else to say.

Running a hand through his face, Dean sniffed and looked at Sam, barely succeeding in concealing his fear. "Sam, you stay here and make sure my girl gets anything she needs. I'll be in the car." Realizing Sam was about to open his mouth and protest, he waved him off and added, "Anything happens, I'll have my cell phone on." And with that, he stomped away, leaving a lost Sam behind.

As Sam watched Dean walk away with his shoulders slumped, he couldn't blame him for not wanting to wait in the dreary white waiting room with the rest of the people there. Everywhere you looked, someone was crying or pacing distractedly around the room. And the last thing Dean needed at this moment was to see more human beings around him falling apart. It was enough to make any sane person loose it. Even Sam could already feel the effect of that room beginning to weigh on him. But family was family. If Dean needed him there, Sam wasn't about to let him down. He'd stay there until he got news about Jenny…hell…ANY amount of news about either her or the baby would be fine.

Sighing, he sat plopped down on the floor and crossed his legs, since all of the seats around him were taken. Resting his head against the wall, he looked out the window, wondering if Jenny would make it or not, let alone the baby. Sam was no doctor but knowing that Jenny had been bleeding sure as hell didn't sound like something good to him. Closing his eyes, Sam promised himself that if Jenny came out of it alive, he would take care of her like his own kid sister. He smiled at the thought. Kid sister? Hell…he didn't know what it was like having a younger sibling. All his life he had been the baby…the one who was always protected. A fact which although Sam appreciated, he had always resented being treated like an everlasting two-year old who couldn't fend for himself. But with Jenny's it's different…I'm a guy…guys are supposed to take care of themselves…girls are made to be taken care of… He straightened himself against the wall and busied his head with plans about the best way they could take care of Jenny once she got out of the hospital. Knowing Dean, his mind would be too busy mulling about the problem at this moment to think about further ahead once Jenny was discharged from the emergency care. Because Jenny WAS going to make it. Period. Which was all the more reason to figure out where would be the best place to take Jenny once she was better.

But for the moment all he could do was wait. And pray.

What do you think is gonna happen?? Are hard times over for Jenny and Dean...or...a whole new series of mishaps coming along?? yikes...lol