Sam came home from work and was surprised to find out that Jo wasn't at work.
"Did something happen while I was gone?" Sam asked Dean as he scooped up Johnny.
"Yeah. The same thing that has been happening every day," Dean's voice told Sam how ticked he was. "I called Ellen because I knew Jo worked tonight and that she wouldn't be able to make it. Did you know that the doctor had prescribed Jo pills for her nausea and that she didn't fill the prescription because she thought it was too expensive?"
"I remember her mentioning something about pills, but she said she didn't need them," Sam was confused.
"Remember how sick she got when she was pregnant with Johnny? She's getting that bad again. Anyway, I went and got the pills filled. Jo's been peacefully sleeping and we put the monitor in her room so we could hear if she needed us," Dean told Sam as he saw Sam flop into a chair, weary as hell. "I know Jo is stubborn, Sam, but she has to let us help out with things like that."
"Yeah. I guess I just didn't know she'd gotten that bad. I've been at work," Sam had a pained look on his face.
"That's where you had to be, Sam. But, Gracie and I can take care of her and Jo can help herself by taking medication when she needs it. It will be fine, Sam. Just try to talk some of that stubbornness out of her."
Sam stood. "I will. I just need to pay some attention to Johnny first. He's been waiting all day."
"Damn right he has," Dean grinned from ear to ear. "We played trucks, lots of trucks. He's taken to naming some of them. You must be reading to him again. He named one truck Goodnight Moon."
"That would be his favorite," Sam laughed as he picked Johnny up. "Were you good for your Deenie and Gracie today?"
"Truck!"
"I heard about all the trucks," Sam smoothed some of Johnny's hair back in place. "Did you do anything else?"
"Dora!"
"That sounds like fun," Sam smiled at the grin Johnny had on his face. "What did you eat?"
"Wich."
"Sandwich?" Sam clarified.
"Yep!" Johnny clapped his hands, "Wich!"
"I take it he liked his sandwich," Sam told Dean. "I'm going to check on Jo and then I'll be back out."
Dean nodded as he took Johnny. "Let's go name some more trucks."
Sam ran his fingers through his hair and walked into his bedroom.
Jo was sleeping so soundly that Sam didn't want to wake her. He carefully slid in beside her and rested until she started to wake.
"Jo, honey," Sam pushed some hair out of her face. "How are you feeling?"
"Sleepy," she licked her dry lips. "I feel better after the medicine Dean gave me."
"That's good. Jo, why didn't you tell me that you needed the prescription filled?"
"Too expensive," Jo just curled into Sam.
"Expensive or not, you need it," Sam told her. "I want you to take it when you need it, and tell me when you need more."
"Sam, I-"
"No excuses, Jo. I mean it."
"Okay, Sam. I will," Jo agreed because she realized how sick she'd been without the medication.
Sam snuggled in closer to Jo.
Jo asked, "How was your day at work?"
"Never mind about that. Let's just get some rest," Sam heard Jo fall asleep and wondered what he could expect until the baby was born.
