"What was that, Dean?"
"I'm sorry, I'm just…stressed. Cas is worried sick about me and it makes me feel—" Dean trailed off.
"What? Makes you feel what?"
"Nevermind."
"No, spit it out, Dean."
"It makes me feel weak and helpless."
"Dean barely a month ago you were attacked by a vamp and almost died."
"I know. I what happened Dean. I was there."
"Can you let somebody take care of you for once?"
"I'm fine, Sam."
"You don't think I have noticed Dean."
"Noticed what?"
"Mood swings, you've been tired, fatigued. Are you going to tell me what's going on?"
"No." Dean looked out the window.
Sam picked up his phone and dialed a number that he had learned by memory.
"Sam?"
"Hey, Bobby. I just wanted to call you and tell you that Dean won't be able to make it to work today."
"HEY! I'm perfectly fine, Sam! I am going to the Savage Yard!"
"No, Dean! I am taking you to Gabe."
"No need."
"What the Hell are you guys bitching about?"
"Uh…I…don't know. Dean has been acting strange. I want Gabe to check him out."
"Well, call me if plans change."
"Will do" Sam hung up.
"I'm not going to Gabe, Sam."
"Too bad, Dean"
Dean just stared out the window until they got the Sam's place. Sam dragged Dean into the house. "Gabe!"
"Yeah?"
"I want you to do something for Dean."
"What?"
"Something is wrong with Dean."
"I'm fine, Sam. You don't have to do this." Dean said not making eye contact with Sam.
Sam looked at Dean and then at Gabe. Gabe was smiling. "What are you smiling at?"
"Dean is helping us, Sam."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what we are talking about." Dean replied.
"No..."
"Yes, Sammy."
"Seriously? What about Cas? Riley?"
"They know."
"How far?"
"9 weeks."
"Why are you just telling me now?"
"We wanted you to find out."
"Why are you doing this for us?"
"Gabe told me what was happening. I had to help somehow. You know me. I have been through this thrice."
"How does Riley feel about this?"
"We had a long talk shortly after Riley was…you know."
"Right, Lexi told me she heard you and Gabe talking about Riley but never anything about me."
"We was at the door. We changed subjects when I heard her. I know Lexi tell you everything."
"I have to ask, Dean, what happened to your face?"
"Got flung into a tree. I'll be fine, just a few scratches."
"Dean, your face is bleeding still. Half of your face looks like it was attacked by a lawn mower."
"Then fix me Gabriel. I have to go face the music with Cas."
Gabe snapped his finger and healed Dean right up. "Thanks."
"So how is this going to happen?"
"Exactly what you think it means."
Sam just looked at Dean. He walked over to his big brother and pulled him into a hug. "Thank you."
"No problem, Sammy. I wouldn't do anything for you and you know that."
Sam pulled away and smiled at Dean. Tears filled Sam's eyes and streamed down his face. "Thank you so much, Dean. How can I ever repay you?"
"You don't have to do anything." Dean smiled as he walked out of the house to face his husband.