Dean was at a loss for words as his wife sat next to him. "Dean?" she asked. "Dean, say something." "Umm...how? How did it happen? I mean, we used...protection," he said, still trying to comprehend what his wife just told him.
"Yeah, well, sometimes that doesn't work," she answered. "But...when? We haven't..." "The hunt you went on two weeks ago." "What about it?" Amy cleared her throat and continued, "More specifically, the night before you left." Dean suddenly remembered. "Oh," he said quietly. They said that they wouldn't have anymore kids. He could barely handle two. Now a third?
After awhile Amy just left him there to think, since he hadn't said anything in minutes. He would deal with it in his own way eventually.
She walked into the main room where the girls were looking through their grandfather's journal. They only looked at the pictures and Alex even tried drawing some of the symbols inside their colouring books. Sometimes she wished they were like regular girls who were innocent and knew nothing about the true dangers of the world.
"Hey girls, I have something big to tell you," she said excitedly. They suddenly lost interest in the journal. "What is it?!" they both asked. "Well, you two are gonna be big sisters," she said. Cas' eyes widened. She had always wanted to be an older sibling. "Awesome," Alex smiled, using one of her father's favorite words.
"But you're not fat," Cas said, pointing to her mother's stomach. "Aunt Clara was fat when she was pregnant with Liam," she continued, referring to her 4 month old cousin. Amy laughed then spent half the day trying to explain the "miracle of birth" to them while Dean finally got his head wrapped around the fact that he now had a much bigger family then he ever thought he would. "You know," she whispered to Dean later that night, "I have a feeling this one's going to be a boy." He smiled. "I do too...finally."
It wasn't.