The next day Jen was putting her shoes on in her bedroom when Dean knocked on the door. She looked up at him and smiled, "Hey."

"Hey, uh, what are you doing?" He noticed her shoes and jacket all ready.

"I just have a doctor's appointment today. Bobby is letting me burrow his Pontiac."

"Whoa, hold up what about protection? Did you forget about the demon that is after you and your baby?"

"He also gave me a gun."

"Do you even know how to work it?"

"Um, you point and shoot?"

Dean shook his head. "Give it." He put his hand out.

"I'm not a dog Dean!"

"Please Jenny, just..." He sighed. "Can I have the gun? I don't like the idea of you with a gun."

She sighed and took it out of her purse. She handed it to him and asked, "Now what?"

He looked at her confused. "Now what, what?"

"You going to put me in a plastic bubble and carry me on your back?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're treating me like a porcelain doll! Or like an overprotective husband!"

Dean looked at her and she looked away. "I'm sorry," she said. "I-I shouldn't be yelling at you after everything you've done." She sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm just so frustrated."

He sat on the bed next to her and rubbed her back.

"Ugh you have no idea how good that feels."

He chuckled. "Alright, how about this, you take me, Sam or Bobby anywhere you go so I have a peace of mind. And I'll rub you back whenever you want."

She smiled as she looked at him. "Sounds like a sweet deal."

Dean wanted so much to say 'you know what else is sweet, your lips.' But with everything going on the last thing she needed was him messing it up.

"You want to come?"

He raised his eyebrows. "What?"

She laughed. "To my appointment."

Dean was sitting in the waiting room with Jen. She was looking through a magazine and he was just looking around. He couldn't help but look at all the young mothers and they looked at him. He started fidgeting in the chair. Jen looked up at him with a weird look on her face.

"Are you ok?"

"Not really." he said glancing around the room at all the pregnant women, "Everyone is looking at me."

"No they are not. Why would they be looking at you?"

"Because I am a man and it's my fault that all these women are..."

"Are what Dean?" Jen interrupted him and raised her eyebrow.

"Beautiful."

"Oh ok so you are the one who made all these woman...beautiful?" she asked him.

"What? No not me personally. It was my kind."

Jen shook her head laughing a bit. "You're truly one of a kind Dean."

He looked at her. "It's not funny. I feel like I'm going to be murdered."

She took his hand in hers and smiled at him as she leaned close to him. "I think they'll only murder you if you eat the last cookie on the plate." Dean and her looked at the coffee table and saw the last cookie.

He smiled a little turning his head slightly to look at her as she did the same. "Then I'll make sure not to eat it." She smiled and kissed his cheek.

Jen looked at the cookie biting her lip then back at Dean. "Do you mind getting it for me?"

He glared at her. "What? I don't think so."

"Please it's for me."

"Yeah but they won't see it that way all they will think is look at him taking the last cookie like he has taken everything else, come on."

"But I really want it and it's just so far away. What if a demon attacks me while I am up? How will you like with yourself?"

Dean continued to glare at her and she wouldn't doubt it this was very amusing to her. "Ms. Shane?"

Jen looked up and smiled. Dean and her continued to hold hands as they got up and followed the nurse to the back. Dean let go for a minute before going back and grabbing the cookie, one of the pregnant women glared at him and he walked back handing Jenny the cookie. She laughed and broke it in half handing him the other.

"Mmmm…these cookies are good," he said as he walked into the room.

"You do know they are prenatal cookies?" asked the nurse and Dean ran to the trashcan spitting the cookie out. Jennifer and the nurse laughed and he glared at them.

"She was only joking Dean, calm down."

"Aw…that…that was just mean."

"So is he the lucky daddy to be?" asked he nurse filling out Jennifer's chart.

Jennifer bit her bottom lip with a sad face falling in place on her face. Dean noticed and grabbed her hand running his thumb along the back of her hand. She looked up at the nurse and shook her head. "No, he's just a…friend." Who kiss and flirt and have had sex, but he's just a friend.

"Oh…well will the father be joining us?" asked the nurse. Jennifer pushed her lips together shaking her head. The nurse understood and nodded. "Oh ok. The doctor will be in soon."

They watched the nurse leave and Jennifer sat on the small bed. Dean kissed her forehead making her smile a little as he walked around. He picked up the instruments and eyed them up. "Do I want to know what these are all for?"

"Not unless you want to puke your prenatal cookie up?"

"You just think your funny don't you?" he asked turning his head to look at her.

"In some ways and don't forget adorable."

He smirked turning back around and grimacing at the tools. He turned around and looked at her noticing how nervous she looked. He smiled a little and looked at the end of the bed where the women rested their feet. He raised his eyebrows. "What does…oh wow," said Dean moving them. "That is awesome! I want this bed!" Jennifer was laughing so hard she had to lie down a little. "What? Wouldn't this be an awesome bed? Think of the possibilities."

She shook her head. "Not really, those are so uncomfortable."

"You've done it before?" A smirk spread across his face.

"Duh, this is like my third time here."

"Mind showing me how it works."

"Look it's simple all you have to do is put your foot here," she put her right foot in the one and then looked at his face and knew he was playing a game, "Oh hell no I am not doing that for you you pervert!"

"At least I tried and watch the language around the little man." He pointed at her and sat on the moving stool.

"I could so be a doctor," he said moving around on the stool then moved towards the monitor. He was looking around it and smiled. "Ah, there we go."

"What are you doing?" She watched as he grabbed the ultra sound and moved towards her.

"Just relax."

She laid her head down and watched him as he pushed her shirt up a little. "Dean, this isn't going to work. You're not a doctor."

"Yes I am. I have a fake doctor card." He smirked at her and she shook her head as she looked at the monitor.

The two of them continued to look until Dean spotted something. "I think I found him…unless that's the prenatal cookie."

She hit his arm laughing and he looked at her smiling then back at the screen. He focused more on what he saw then paused the screen. He looked at Jen seeing the love in her eyes seeing her baby.

"There's your baby, Jenny."

"You sure it's not a cookie?" She laughed and wiped the tears from her eyes.

He chuckled. "Nope that's your little man in there."

"You mean my little princess."

"He's not going to wear a dress with me around I'm telling you that."

She smiled looking from the screen to him. The two locked eyes for a bit then heard someone clearing their voice, "So Doc, is it a boy or a girl?"

"Boy," said Dean turning to the doctor in the doorway.

"Girl," said Jen smiling at Dean and then looking at the doctor.

"Would you like to know the gender?"

"Yes." "No." Dean and Jen looked at each other and Jen just grinned shaking her head. "No, I want it to be a surprise."

Jen was sitting on the bed watching a movie when Dean came in. "How is my favorite pregnant lady?"

"I'm the only pregnant lady you know so I can't be your favorite." She gave him a look.

"That's not true. I know a lot of pregnant ladies." He stood at the foot of her bed crossing his arms.

"Uh, huh, name one besides me." She smiled at him waiting for his reply.

He opened his mouth then bit his lip scratching his head.

"I'm waiting."

"I'm thinking."

She laughed shaking her head at him and he smiled as he got on the bed next to her. "What are you watching?"

"Good Luck Chuck." Dean raised his eyebrows. "What? It's a good movie. I can totally relate to Jessica Alba's character."

"How?"

"I'm a major klutz just like her."

Dean laughed nodding. "That is so true. I remember the first time I saw you."

"Oh jeez."

He laughed again looking back at the TV.

Jen walked out of the back with the guest receipts in hand. She smiled at a few kids who ran by her and then tripped and fell causing the papers to fly everywhere. She got on her knees and frowned a bit. "Always me, why?" She looked up at the ceiling. "Couldn't you have put in some stability into this body?"

She heard a laugh next to her and turned to see a man bending down and helping her. "Need any help?"

"You don't have to sir." She started picking up the papers.

"I don't mind at all." He helped her stack the papers and she smiled at him as he handed them to her.

"Thanks."

They stood up and he put his hand out. "Dean."

"Jennifer."

"Nice to meet you Jenny."

Jen opened her eyes to find the room in total darkness. She sighed and felt something move on her stomach. She looked down to see Dean's hand on her stomach and Dean sleeping right next to her. She smiled thinking of how she fell asleep in his arms during the movie and put her hand on top of his.

Dean made a noise and opened his eyes a little, sleepiness still in them. "You ok?" he asked in a tired voice.

She nodded. "Yeah." She gave him a small smile and he looked down at their hands pressed against her stomach then back at her.

"You know what happened last time I had my hand on your stomach?"

She nodded remembering their kiss in the hallway. She looked away not knowing what to do and Dean thought maybe he had scared her off and went to move his hand but she stopped him.

"Don't…it just feels."

"Right?"

She nodded looking up into his eyes. She leaned in and kissed his lips softly then let go looking into his eyes. His one hand came up cupping her face and kissing her. He deepened the kiss, his other hand made small circles on her stomach. Both of them jumped when they felt the baby kick.

He chuckled looking down at his hand on the spot the baby kicked. "He kicked."

"Yes she did."

"Am I ever going to win this argument?"

"Nope."

She smiled a little and he kissed her again and she bit her lip. "Uh, Dean?"

"Mmm?"

"What is this?"

"Kissing?"

She laughed making him chuckle. "No this…us?"

Dean leaned on his hand thinking of what he was going to say and saw the look in her eyes. "Whatever you want us to be."

She bit her lip. "I want…" she took a deep breath, "I want us to be together but Dean, you have a totally different life and I can't let you give that up to protect me and my baby. To take care of him and he's not even," he quieted her with his lips, "yours," she whispered.

"I will treat him like he is mine. I will give him the love and affection that he needs from a father and you," he ran his thumb over her cheek looking into her glossy eyes, "will get the love and care from me that you need. I will give up this life style for you and the baby. Just let me get this evil son of bitch before he gets you and Christopher."

"Christopher?" She arched an eyebrow.

"I was trying the name out to see if it fits." She chuckled curling up against him as best as she could. "Christopher…I like it but what if the baby's a girl like I know it will be."

"Nope he's a boy."

"You just wish."

He kissed her forehead and smiled closing his eyes. He was going to do anything in his power to keep her and the baby safe as long as he lived.

Authors Note: Please review I had trouble with this chapter so special thanks to deansfallenangel36 for the help :)