Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, although I do own Cheyenne and Jacob along with all others you do not know.

A/N: I am so sorry. This chapter is like Danny DeVito: Short and Ugly (not that I have anything against him, just...yeah...).

Comin' Down the World Turned Over

Dean frowned as he walked into the living room and noticed Jacob in his carrier and his diaper bag beside him.

"Chey?"

"I'll be right out." She called from the laundry room, coming out a few seconds later, pulling on a light sweater over her tank top. "Hey, you need something?"

Dean shook his head. "Where are you going?"

"Jakey has a doctor's appointment to check-up on his Asthma." Cheyenne bent down to double-check Jacob was safely strapped in his carrier.

"He has Asthma?" Dean's brows shot up.

Cheyenne nodded and stood. "Yep. Gets it from my Dad's side of the family."

"Do you...you know...want some company...or something?" He tried to ask casually, cursing himself silently when he stumbled over his words.

"You want to come with us?" Cheyenne asked shocked.

Dean shrugged and looked at Jacob. "If you don't mind..."

"Oh, no! Of course you can come." Cheyenne smiled. "I was just shocked, no one's ever went with us to appointments."

Dean grinned and leaned forward and picked up Jacob's carrier, turning it so Dean make faces down at the baby, sending him into a fit of small giggles. Cheyenne smiled and shook her head, grabbing the diaper bag, and followed him out the door.

"Uhh, Dean?" She asked when she seen him walk past her car and to the Impala, opening the back door and buckling Jacob's carrier in. "What are you doing?"

Dean stood up and grinned, reaching out for the diaper bag. He placed it into the backseat before closing the door. "The kid needs to learn how to ride in style."

"What's wrong with my car?" Cheyenne frowned, looking over at her Dodge Caliber.

"There's nothing wrong with your car, Chey. It's just...not meant for my boy." Dean said, not noticing he'd just referred to Jacob as.

She sighed and nodded, walking around to the passenger side and climbing in.

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"Cheyenne?"

Cheyenne stood and smiled at the nurse that called her name, grabbing the diaper bag, and sent a small smile Dean's way as he stood and followed, Jacob asleep in his carrier.

"Dr. Kephart still on her vacation/honeymoon thinger?" Cheyenne asked as she sat down on the one chair in the examination room, Dean right beside her.

"Yep.The new doctor, Melanie Hockenberry will be your doctor today." Roxanne explained and unstrapped Jacob from his carrier and laid him on the exam bed. Dean watching her carefully. "He's sounding better." Roxanne smiled when she finished listening to his chest, putting her stethoscope around her shoulders and handing him to Cheyenne. "Dr. Hockenberry should be right in."

Cheyenne nodded and cuddled her nearly naked baby to her as he shivered softly.

"Give him to me." Dean said as the baby started to whimper as he shivered more. Taking off his jacket Dean placed the infant on his chest, closing his button-up over the tiny baby.

There was a light knocking on the door followed by a young woman walking in, smiling at both Cheyenne and Dean.

"I'm Dr. Hockenberry, I'll be filling in until Kephart gets back." She stuck her hand out, shaking Cheyenne's hand and then Dean's. "May I see Jacob, please?"

Dean eyed her warrily before nodding and handing over the infant.

"Dean." Cheyenne started as he asked another question. He'd been doing this for the past 20 minutes. "Let the woman do her job."

"No, it's fine. The majority of first time fathers are like this." Dr. Hockenberry laughed softly, then smiled at the baby when he whimpered. "You got your Daddy's looks, yes you do." She looked at Dean. "He's gonna look like you when he's older."

Dean's mouth fell open a bit, not sure how to respond. "Well...He..."

"So what do you want? Baseball-er or Football-er?"

"Football runs on my side of the family." Cheyenne answered, feeling awkward about her thinking Dean was Jacob's father, not exactly sure how to correct the error.

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Cheyenne frowned as she walked into the upstairs guest room Dean had been staying. He was packing--why was he packing?

"Going somewhere?" Cheyenne asked leaning against the door frame.

Dean nodded and went back to putting his clothes into his duffel.

"If this is about that mix-up today, I'm sorry, I didn't know how to respond."

"No, that's not it." Dean lied. "I'm just restless. You know me, can't stay still for too long."

"Oh, yeah." Cheyenne swallowed and looked down. "So just let me know when you leave."

Watching as she walked away Dean sighed and finished packing his bag. He dropped his duffel at the front door and went to the guest bedroom that was out by the kitchen. "You ready?"

Sam frowned and nodded, grabbing his bag and following after his brother to the front door.

Dean chanced a quick glance at Jacob sleeping in his swing as it swayed softly. Cheyenne walked into the foyer and smiled at the boys.

"So I guess this is goodbye, boys." She said, standing next to the door as they stepped out onto the porch.

"It's not goodbye, Chey." Dean looked at her, trying to smile. "I left my number on the fridge--keep in contact."

Cheyenne smiled slightly but shook her head. "Goodbye, Dean."

With that she closed the door, waiting until they were off the porch before she locked it.

She thought back to the beginning of her pregnancy and agreed, she was meant to be alone. Although Dean had started showing signs as though he wanted it, wanted this. God just laughed in her face again. She stood by the door until the sound of the Impala drifted away to where she could no longer hear the rumble, finally dragging herself into the living room and laying down on the couch. She just said goodbye to her childhood friends, one of which she was sure she had fallen for.

That's when she lost it. She finally broke down and cried.

A/N: My Mom found out I had Asthma when I was two months old, and I had check-ups on it every 28 days up until I was about 12-13, got it from my Dad. So that's where I got all my info. about Asthma, from life experience. HaHa
And no worries my faithful readers, this is not the end of the story, I should be adding the next chapter either today or tomorrow at the latest. I know I kinda ended this chapter as though I finished the story, but it's far from over. :)

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