Crawl

Yet again, sorry for the delay. I'm just not in a Supernatural mood the last month, all my stories have been going slowly and it's really sad...sort of like this chapter.

The chapter song is by Superchick. It fits with how everyone's starting to feel.

Reviewer Response:

BookLover101 – Double ended review there lol. Thanks for it though :)

AuntMo – Oh come on, you should know me better by now...of course I'm evil! I do have a plan here.

Holly's leg jiggled uncontrollably as she sat in the hard plastic chair. She hated waiting rooms, the current situation making things even worse. She caught her lower lip between her teeth and unconsciously chewed on it as her fingers on her right hand constantly twirled the ring on her left. Her eyes held tears that were yet to be shed. Next to her, Dean placed his hand on her leg to stop the movements and he raised an eyebrow as she jumped a couple of inches in the air. She looked at him and sighed, one of her tears slipping free.

"Why?" Holly asked softly. Dean sighed and reached over, brushing the tear from her cheek. He looked at her bloodshot-blue eyes, at the red rimming them and the faint trace of rubbed off make up and felt himself starting to fall to pieces as well. But he had to stay strong for the time being. People needed him.

"Fucking sickos." Dean muttered, pulling his fiancee to him and wrapping his arms firmly around her. The tears fell then as she clung to him.

Just over an hour ago, Dean had broken the news to her about Bobby, Jo and Ash being shot by an unknown shooter. One of the people that were also at the house had heard the noise but hadn't seen who did it. He had yet to tell her about about the letter addressed to her in Bobby's hand but he figured it would be brought up soon enough. During his talk with Gabriel, he found out his old comrade was on his way to them but he wasn't alone. That only meant one thing and the thought tore at him.

The waiting room door opened and the couple broke apart to look. Standing in the doorway was Gabriel Retskirt, his hands on the shoulders of a little girl with sandy blonde hair, looking as if she had just woken after crying herself to sleep.

"Carly!" Holly cried out, rising from her seat and moving to the little girl who held her arms up as fresh tears broke out from both of them. Dean's heart twisted painfully in his chest at the sight and he felt his own tears building up. "I'm so sorry sweetie."

"It's my birthday." Carly muttered, sounding confused and tired. Holly sighed and hugged her tighter.

"Holly." Gabriel pulled the young woman's attention away from her goddaughter. Blue eyes lifted to look at the officer and he sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Did Dean tell you everything?"

"What else is there to know?" Holly asked, glancing over at her fiancee.

"I didn't tell her about the letter yet." Dean admitted.

"What letter?" Holly asked, standing up with Carly in her arms. The little girl's face nuzzled against Holly's neck.

"There was...a letter...left in Robert Singer's hand." Gabriel replied formerly. He reached into an inner pocket of his coat and pulled out the slightly blood stained envelope. "It's got your name on it."

"Oh." Holly muttered. She shifted the three year old in her arms enough to reach for the envelope without dropping her. It was still sealed and the writing on it didn't look at all familiar. She looked it over, unsure what to do, before she turned her eyes to Dean and held it out, silently asking for help.

"I got it." Dean muttered, taking the envelope. He took a deep breath then slid his finger under the seal, breaking it open. He looked in and frowned slightly before going to a table and dumping a bunch of little pieces of paper onto it. Each piece had a different word on it. "Is this some sort of twisted ass joke?"

"This is going to take some time." Gabriel commented. He moved over to the table and started sorting through the words carefully. "In the meantime...we're going to have to safe house you guys."

"What?" Holly asked. "No...no no no. I have a job, there's a show coming up soon, I have to be there."

"A show?" Gabriel asked.

"Make up artist." Dean muttered the explanation. Gabriel just blinked and raised an eyebrow. "Fashion show...she's doing the make up for the girls."

"Oh." Gabriel nodded slowly, understanding dawning on him.

"Yeah, Meg helps with the clothes too." Dean continued to explain, arms crossing as he watched Gabriel try to sort out the pieces of a note.

"Well you know what, that's going to have to take a back seat." Gabriel insisted. "This guy knows you're still alive, Holly. For all we know, it's Zachariah...or someone else he's worked with. Hell, for all we know, it's more than one person!"

"Gabriel, this is huge for me!" Holly insisted. "And besides, wouldn't it be better if I just kept living life normally rather than running off scared? And if we went to a safe house, who's to say he's not going to kill more people just to send some weird F-ed up message."

"F-ed up?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow. Holly tilted her head towards the now sleeping Carly in her arms.

"You realize just how dangerous this is, right?" Gabriel asked, looking at the blonde woman.

"Yes." Holly replied.

"You'll need guard...all three of you will." Gabriel pointed out.

"I don't care, I need to do this." Holly insisted firmly. "And...the wedding is in like two weeks, I am not putting that off to hide from some sicko."

"Women." Gabriel muttered, shaking his head. Dean nodded slightly in agreement but stopped when Holly glared at him.

SLTD***SPN***SLTD***SPN

"So you guys are Carly's guardians now?" Sam asked. Dean nodded and looked into the apartment. He and Sam were out on the balcony while Holly moved around the kitchen, trying to make up something special for Carly. "Poor kid."

"Is that a jab at me?" Dean asked.

"What? No." Sam replied, raising an eyebrow at his brother's paranoia. "I meant that it sucks. She turns three...and her parents die." Dean paused then sighed and nodded. He gripped the railing until his knuckles turned white as he looked down at the street below. "Are you going to be okay?"

"The people that got me through college and all the...fucked up insanity that went with it...are dead, Sam. So no, I'm not okay." Dean retorted. He shook his head, his eyes narrowing. "And that kid in there...that poor kid...I can't even imagine what she say and felt. What's worse is that...fucking psycho is still out there, preparing to to God knows what to God knows who. I can't do a damn thing about it."

"Yes you can." Sam countered. Dean looked at his brother and raised an eyebrow, waiting. "You can take care of your fiancee and goddaughter. They need you the most right now. Carly needs to know that things will be alright and she needs to feel safe." Dean sighed and bent over, his head nearly touching the railing before he straightened back up again, finally releasing the bar from his death grip. He ran his hand over his face and looked back into the apartment.

"There's something I gotta tell you." Dean muttered, turning his eyes to his brother. "The other day...I found a couple of pregnancy tests in the bathroom garbage."

"Holly's..." Sam started.

"I don't know." Dean cut in, shaking his head. "Holly and Meg were both in there the day before. I don't think both tests would be Holly's. One of them was negative but the other one was positive."

"So...wait...then that means that...one of them is pregnant." Sam muttered.

"Yeah." Dean agreed quietly. He let out a long sigh, running his hand over his face yet again. "Yeah...but...I don't know which. I've been watching them you know, trying to figure it out. But they're both acting just as weird as each other and no one's throwing up and...I don't know."

"What if it's Holly?" Sam asked. "Right now isn't the most convenient time for either of them but...if it's Holly..."

"I know." Dean agreed without further explanation. "God Sammy, I know. What the hell am I going to do?"

"Ask?" Sam suggested. Dean looked at him as if he were insane. "Dean, eventually you'll have to do it. You have to let her know that you saw them."

"Really?" Dean asked.

"Okay picture this scenario then." Sam stated, crossing his arms. "Pregnancy tests aren't always accurate." Dean paused then raised an eyebrow, not getting it. "Sometimes...false readings...are false."

"Dude...do NOT say that both of them could be..." Dean couldn't finish the sentence, the thought of both Holly and Meg being knocked up sent a deep chill down his spine. It wasn't so much the fact that there would just be three kids then, or even the fact that Dean would be partially responsible for two of the three on a daily basis. It was more the fact that if the current mess went pear shaped and something got to the girls when no one was around.

"Dean, breathe." Sam instructed, watching his brother's face change colour as all the worst case scenarios raced through his mind. Dean let out the breath he was holding in a long sigh then leaned against the wall, putting his hands over his face and groaning.

"What am I going to do?" He mumbled. Sam sighed and shook his head, dragging his own hands through his hair.

"I don't know man." The younger brother muttered, turning his eyes to look in at the girls in the kitchen. "I just...don't know."

So about twelve hours ago I updated Second Life, and now I'm updating this story. Hopefully this streak will continue and I'll get Twist The End and Shattered updated soon. At the very least I hope to get new chapters for them by the end of the week, I promise!