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Sam and Dean rode up on the Tram, and were amazed by the views of the mountain they saw as they rode in the tiny car, suspended nearly a thousand feet above the ground in some places. They even caught a glimpse of a piece of the wing of the plane that had crashed among the trees back in the '70s.

Sam stayed just outside High Finance, leaning against the dark wood railings on the observation deck and staring off into the distance. He was amazed by the spectacular view of Albuquerque's sprawl. Dean asked a waitress in the restaurant for directions and set off towards La Luz.

After a few minutes of tromping down the trail, he spotted a break in the trees. Heading towards it, he caught sight of a boulder outcropping and the figure of a woman sitting on it, staring off at the horizon. Her long dark hair whipped around her in the wind and she wrapped her black jacket tighter closed against the cold.

Dean pulled his own jacket tight around him as he watched her silently. The temperature at the top of the mountain was at least twenty degrees cooler than in the city itself. His leather jacket seemed to drive women crazy and as a bonus, kept him rather warm.

Cait turned as if sensing him looking at her so closely. She smiled shyly and climbed to her feet. She stood silent for a moment, watching him in turn. She wrapped her arms around her waist, seeming edgy and nervous.

"So, the La Luz trail huh?" He asked her, unable to think of anything else to say. It seemed that his usual ability to talk his way through any situation had fled, and at the worst time.

She nodded, her expression both sad and wistful. She looked out from her perch on the rock and looked out from his perch on the rock and looked down at the valley spread out below her.

"I used to come here with my father and brother whenever we visited my grandparents. We'd come up here and sit on this boulder and talk about whatever crossed our minds." She stopped. "I've wanted to come here for months. I've needed to feel close to them, especially since..." Her voice trailed off.

"Since...?" He repeated, his face a mass of confusion. What had happened to her?

"Since I found out that I'm pregnant." She told him slowly. "Twelve weeks."

He froze, silently calculating the amount of time that had passed since their night together. When he'd counted to three months, his world went black.

Cait gasped as Dean's hazel eyes rolled back in his head and he toppled over backwards like a felled tree. He hit the ground with a resounding thud, making the dirt from the well-worn path fly into the air, making her cough. She looked down at his still body, relieved that his head had missed the various rocks strewn about. With dry, almost dusty, dirt in his hair, on his clothes and on his boots, he made a funny sight.


Sam heard his name being called and turned toward the sound. He caught sight of Cait, looking rather worried, searching around wildly. When she caught sight of him, she sprinted up the wooden ramp towards him.

"Cait?" He asked as she paused for breath. "Hasn't Dean found you already?"

She nodded. "He found me a few minutes ago. Listen, I'm gonna need your help. He passed out, don't worry, he's not hurt. But he's a little big for me to get up on my own."

Sam stared at her, not believing his ears. "Dean? This is Dean Winchester we're talking about right?"

She shrugged. "He didn't tell me his last name Sam. But I do mean your brother Dean; Six foot, hazel eyes, and both his blonde hair and his mind are dirty."

Sam nodded. "That's him all right. But what would make Dean pass out?" A gust of wind whipped by them, making her jacket open and pushing her shirt against her stomach. He stared when he saw that her belly was rounded while she hadn't gained weight anywhere else. "You're pregnant."

She lay a protective hand over her slight 'baby bump' and nodded. "That's kind of why he fainted. I told him, and that I was three months along. He counted it up in his head and," she made a motion with her hand. "Snooze City."

Sam smiled at that, rapidly getting used to the idea of a niece or nephew. "Oh, I am so not going to let him forget that he fainted like a Victorian Virgin at the idea of a mini-Winchester."

Cait smiled at Sam's plan to tease his brother. She'd tormented her older brother every chance she'd gotten too. "A Mini-Winchester sounds more like a toy gun than a baby."


Although Cait looked like she'd rather bolt than stay and help revive Dean, Sam was surprised when she stayed. He'd followed her down the trail until they reached Dean's unconscious body.

She seemed to back off and let him handle his brother. He nudged Dean in the side with his foot, and when that failed to wake him, he took a knee beside his older brother, "Dean!" He hissed. "Dean, get your butt up!" He said louder. Than he tried a different angle of approach. "The Impala's a wrecker."

Dean groaned. "Don't talk about my car." Dean mumbled, opening his eyes. "I'll kick your ass." Sam and Cait shared an amused look and Dean slowly got to his feet. "Bitch." He called his brother.

Dean stared at Cait and Cait stared right back at him. Sam cleared his throat, uncomfortable around the pair.

"I'm just going to...uh...get a drink at the bar in High Finance." He said quickly, desperate to escape the tense situation. "Try not to push him off the cliff Cait, he's got the car keys." He told her, and then disappeared down the trail in the direction of the restaurant.


I just read the part where Dean is told about the Mini-Winchester. I laughed and scared my cat, oops.

Once again, I've been to the La Luz Trail, eaten in High Finance (great salads, cute waiters), and seen the pieces of the plane still stuck in the treetops. Apparently it was really foggy one day and this little plane flew right into the side of the mountain. Planes now fly around them or 2 miles over them.

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