In this chapter, Dean tries to get Amber to stop hunting, but she won't listen. Meg also shows up and she's up to no good. Not to mention, Dean has a surprise at the end for Amber. :D
Chapter X
A Night on the Town
"Shhh…..," Dean said as he looked around a corner of a wall, "if we startle this thing, it's going to run and hurt somebody." Amber rolled her eyes as she stayed behind Dean. She thought he was being a little over careful over a simple Gremlin. You know, just a little green imp like thing that can be easily killed with a bullet to the head.
"Calm down," Amber said in a soft voice, "We're not going to let this thing get away. It's not going to hurt anybody." Dean went to look back at Amber when he stepped on something that made a loud snapping like sound. Just then the Gremlin freaked out as he looked back at it. It quickly ran in his direction and leaped at him. As he ducked and moved, the Gremlin hit Amber with its massive claws and knocked her to the ground. The side of her face started to bleed as her head smacked hard against the pavement. She was instantly knocked out.
The next thing Amber knew, she was waking up in a nice soft bed. Her head hurt, but not to a point where she couldn't take it. As her eyes completely opened, she spotted Dean sitting next to her holding ice on her forehead. He looked worried as he took the ice off, moved it down a little, and put the ice back on a different part of her forehead.
"What are you doing Dean," Amber asked as she reached up and put her hand on top of Dean's. Dean quickly looked down at her. He then smiled and pushed her hair away from her eyes.
"I'm putting ice on your head," Dean said as Amber blinked a couple times, "because the Gremlin that you said we weren't going to let hurt anybody, attacked you. It knocked you down and out." Amber nodded and tried to sit up, but Dean stopped her. She then rolled her eyes and let out a sigh.
"Look Dean," Amber said as she looked at Dean, "I really appreciate your concern, but I'm fine. Believe me when I say I've been knocked out before." Dean let out a sigh and slipped his arm on the other side of Amber.
"That may be true," Dean said as his eyes started to flicker, "but you haven't been pregnant before. I don't want you to get hurt because you could be hurting more then yourself." Amber let out another sigh and wiggled around a bit. She then looked down toward her stomach. She was now four months along and you could tell. She had a small belly and she was trying to keep it hidden. She was wearing baggy shirts that actually worked until she was lying down like she was doing now.
"What's that supposed to mean," Amber asked as she looked back at Dean, "Do you actually care more about our unborn child then me?" Dean quickly shook his head and leaned down closer to Amber. Their noses were practically touching.
"Of course not," Dean said as Amber stared into his eyes, "You mean everything to me and our baby should mean the same to both of us. I just won't know what to do if anything happened to either one of you." Amber actually looked moved by what Dean had said. She then quickly pulled his face down and kissed him.
"That's really sweet," Amber said as she let Dean go, "but how are you going to stop me from getting hurt?" Dean looked at Amber and then slightly smiled.
"Easily," Dean said as he sat up straight, "I say you stop hunting. If you don't hunt, you don't get hurt." Amber shook her head, sat up, and gave Dean a look. He wasn't quiet quick enough to stop her from sitting up this time.
"Correction," Amber said as she crossed her arms, "It's not that easy because I'm not going to stop hunting. No matter what you say or do, I'm not going to stop." Dean got an upset look on his face. He then suddenly grabbed Amber's arms. Her stern look suddenly turned scared. He was hurting her.
"Listen to me," Dean said as he looked into Amber's scared eyes, "the only way for you to stay safe is to stop hunting. Hunting is way too dangerous and you'll more then likely lose the baby. Come on, look at what Jenny did to you just because you're going out with me. I can't risk something else like that happening to you." Amber shook her head again and looked straight at Dean. Dean quickly let go of her arms when he noticed tears starting to form in her eyes. He had just realized he was hurting her himself.
"I don't care Dean," Amber said as she tried to fight back tears, "I just don't care. I'm going to hunt no matter what. No matter what you say. Do you hear me?" Dean slowly nodded and then hugged Amber. As Amber hugged him back, she broke down. She started crying on his shoulder as she gripped onto the back of his shirt.
"Ok," Dean said as he rubbed Amber's back, "you can continue to hunt. I believe you'll keep yourself safe." Amber didn't respond. She just kept crying. Dean started to feel bad now. How could he make someone he cared so much about cry?
The next day, Amber was sitting Indian style on her bed with Michelle sitting across from her. They were talking and laughing. It seemed like these two took every possible opportunity they could to hang out. You could tell they were best friends.
"Oh come on Michelle," Amber suddenly said as she slightly laughed, "You know you want to have a little fun with Sam. Go ahead, admit it." Michelle quickly shook her head and laughed. She then started to blush.
"Maybe," Michelle said as she started to play with the bottom of her shirt, "but it would be safe fun unlike another pair I know." Amber gave Michelle a semi-mean look, but then laughed again. Michelle joined in with her when the door to the room suddenly swung open. Sam and Dean quickly came in carrying bags of stuff as Amber and Michelle looked at them.
"What did you two do," Amber asked as she watched Dean start to put stuff down, "buy out the store?" Both Sam and Dean looked at Amber. They then shook their heads as they put down their last bags.
"Not quiet," Dean said as he stretched out his back, "but we did but the essentials. You know, food, ammunitions, and other goodies." Amber looked at Michelle as she looked at her and then she looked back at Dean.
"Really," Amber said as she crossed her arms, "what would those goodies be?" Dean smiled as he looked at Amber. It was almost like he wanted her to ask that question as he reached for a couple of bags. These two bags seemed different from the rest. Amber wondered why Sam and Dean would go out of their way to another store when they could get everything they needed at one.
"I saw a clothing store," Dean said as he walked over to Amber and sat down next to her, "that was just for pregnant people and I wanted to see what they had. I saw some things that I thought would look really good on you, so I bought them." Amber gave Dean a funny look as he dumped some clothes on the bed.
"Ok," Amber said as she put her hand on Dean's forehead, "are you feeling alright because you're not acting like yourself. What happened to the I don't give a shit attitude and the bad boy outer shell?" Sam looked over at Amber as she finished her sentence and laughed. He then shook his head as she looked over at him.
"That's what I asked him," Sam said as he walked over to Michelle and sat down next to her, "but if you want my opinion, I think the excitement of being a dad is getting to him. It's filling his brain with pastel color and cute little rattles." Amber and Michelle both laughed as Dean threw something at Sam. As Sam dodged the oncoming object and started laughing, Amber noticed a little box amongst the clothes. It kind of looked like a ring box to her.
"Hey," Amber said as she went to reach for the box, "what's this?" Dean quickly looked at Amber's hand when he heard the question. With no warning, he suddenly grabbed the box.
"It's nothing," Dean said with a nervous voice, "It's just something I found on the ground. Just don't worry about this insignificant little thing." Amber gave Dean another funny look, but shrugged it off. She then looked toward her new clothes as Michelle picked up a t-shirt.
"How cute," Michelle said as she looked at the black t-shirt, "It's just your style Amber." Amber rolled her eyes and grabbed the t-shirt from Michelle. Michelle just laughed as Amber shook her head. She hated the fact that everyone thought her being pregnant was cute, but she loved the attention to a point.
"Hey Sammy," Dean suddenly said as he stood up, "could you come outside with me?" Sam looked over at Dean and nodded. He then stood up and walked out the door with his brother.
"What do you think is in that box," Amber asked as she watched Sam shut the door behind him. Michelle shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. She was just as clueless as Amber.
"Who knows," Michelle said as she picked up a skirt out of the pile of Amber's new clothes, "but Dean did seem a little shaky about it." Amber nodded and let out a sigh as Salem decided to jump into her lap. As she started to pet her kitten, she wondered what Dean was hiding and why.
Outside with the brothers, Dean was leaning up against the Impala as Sam looked as him with a worried look. Dean had the little box in his hand and he was gently twirling it around. He seemed to be having an internal struggle over if he should open it or not. Sam quickly went to say something but was cut off by the sound of a female clearing their throat. Both brothers then turned toward the sound.
"Meg," Sam said as he looked down a short blonde haired girl, "what are you doing here?" Meg slightly smiled at Sam and then looked at Dean. Dean was looking at her with a questioning look. He had never seen this girl before, yet Sam knew her name.
"Just traveling around Sam," Meg said as she looked back at Sam, "By the way, is that the jackass of a brother of yours? The one with the pregnant girlfriend?" Dean's eyes slightly widened as he looked from Meg to Sam. Sam smiled nervously and started rubbing the back of his head.
"Well, yeah," Sam said as he tried to avoid eye contact with Dean, "but Dean's not as bad as I let you think he is. He's actually very caring." Meg raised an eyebrow and slightly laughed.
"I don't call someone who uses their little brother as some sort of tool caring," Meg said as she shot Dean a mean look, "Not to mention dragging their pregnant girlfriend into all kinds of dangerous situations. What's wrong with that picture?" Dean's eyes suddenly flashed with anger. He quickly stormed by Meg and grabbed Sam's arm.
"Excuse the jackass of an older brother," Dean said as Sam looked over at him, "as he talks to his tool." Meg smiled sarcastically like as Dean started pulling Sam away. He was pissed and Sam could tell.
As soon as the brothers were out of ear shot, Dean slammed Sam up against a wall. The box he was holding fell from his hand and hit the ground. He didn't notice though as he hiked Sam up a little higher on the wall. Sam actually looked scared.
"What the hell was that Samuel," Dean as he gripped a little harder on Sam's shirt, "Did you go and complain about me to some random girl? And if you did, why the hell did you go into my personal life? Huh, answer me Samuel!" Sam shook his head and swallowed hard. He didn't know what to say to make this better, but he had to try.
"Don't get too mad about it Dean," Sam said as he stared into Dean's angered green eyes, "I was mad at you at the time and I had to vent. I happen to meet Meg and she seemed to have the same problem, so I figured she would be a good person to rant to. I'm really sorry. Please forgive me." Dean's mean look stayed on his face, but he let Sam down. Just as Sam's feet touched the ground, the brothers heard somebody's footsteps stop next to them.
"You should be more careful with such a beautiful piece of jewelry," Meg said as Sam and Dean looked at her, "I'm sure it coasted a pretty penny." Dean watched as Meg picked up a white gold engagement ring with about five different little diamonds surrounding a big one in the middle and the same little box he had dropped. The box was popped open and Meg was putting the engagement ring in it.
"That's not any of your business," Dean said as he yanked the box away from Meg just as she closed it, "now is it?" Meg made an "aw" face as she leaned up against a nearby wall.
"And here I was actually thinking you do care," Meg said as she crossed her arms, "but you totally shot that thought down the drain." Dean gave Meg a mean look, shoved the box into his jacket pocket, and started back toward his hotel room. He didn't even take the time to talk to Sam about what he wanted to.
Later that night, Dean was loading a gun as Amber watched him from the bed. She gently stroked Salem with a worried look on her face as she looked at Dean's angered one. Something was bugging him, but what was the question.
"I don't know if I should be happy or scared," Amber said as Salem stretched out and yawned, "That attitude is the Dean I know, but the Dean I know does scare me to a point when he hunts." Dean quickly put his gun through his belt and turned toward Amber. He now had a concerned look on his face.
"That makes me sad," Dean said as he walked over to Amber and sat down along side of her, "that you're scared of me. I try my hardest not to scare you after our talk that one time, but for some odd reason, I still accomplish to do that." Amber shook her head and leaned over. She then hugged Dean. She felt because he felt bad.
"Don't try too hard," Amber said as Dean looked down at her, "because you scare me even more when you aren't yourself. It's good to be a little scared from time to time though. So, do me a favor and don't change for anyone." With that said, Dean smiled and kissed Amber on the forehead. He then got up and walked to the door.
"You should be a Motivational Speaker," Dean said as he placed his hand on the doorknob, "instead of a Nurse. By the way, thanks for staying here why Sam and I go kick some Gremlin ass." Amber nodded and slightly laughed as Dean turned the doorknob and opened the door. He then walked out and gently shut the door behind him.
Within a few minutes, Sam and Dean were chasing down the same Gremlin from the day before. It was running and jumping over various objects, but the Winchesters were still right behind it. They were determined to get this thing if it was the last thing they did.
As the Gremlin rounded a corner, Sam and Dean slowed down. The Gremlin had ran right into a dead end and they found no reason to hurry now. They both just held up their guns and started to walk into the dark alleyway when the Gremlin came out with amazing speed and knocked Dean to the ground. Sam then noticed something wrong when the Gremlin started circling them instead of running.
"I thought you two were better Hunters then that," Meg said as she came out of the shadows, "I didn't think my big bad pet could knock you down a peg like he did your little girlfriend." Dean looked at Meg as he stumbled to his feet. Sam walked up next to him as the Gremlin walked up next to Meg. This looked like a good showdown just waiting to happen.
"I knew we couldn't trust you," Dean said as he got a mean look on his face, "I knew it from the moment I saw you. No girl ever talks to me like that." Meg scratched the back of the Gremlin's ear as she grinned. Sam and Dean both then aimed their guns at her.
"Please," Meg said as she looked at the guns, "you're not that charming and do you really think those things scare me?" Dean's mean look seemed to become harsher and colder as his finger shook near the trigger. Something more then Meg was bothering him.
"You hurt Amber with that ugly thing you call a pet," Dean said as Sam slightly looked over at him, "You'll pay just for that you evil bitch." Meg slightly laughed, but was cut off by Dean pulling the trigger. The bullet quickly sailed through the air and hit Meg right over her heart. She had a pained look on her face as she put her hand over the wound, but then she grinned.
"Oh…..that tickled," Meg said as Dean looked at her with a shocked look, "You know, since you care so much about your little girlfriend, I think I'll pay her a visit just for that. Keep them busy my little pet." With that, Meg walked back into the dark ally as the Gremlin showed its fangs at the brothers. It then started jumping from trashcan to trashcan at an extreme speed. Why was it so much faster then before?
"What now," Sam asked as he tried to keep an eye on the Gremlin, "We can't keep up with that thing. How are we going to shoot it?" Dean suddenly fired off his gun and the Gremlin hit the ground. Purple blood started running from its throat as it struggled to get off the ground. Dean, with no hesitation, pulled the trigger again. This time the bullet entered through the Gremlin's left temple and out its right. More purple blood poured from the freshly made hole as the Gremlin fell to the ground lifeless.
"Like that," Dean said as he quickly put his gun away, "Now, let's catch up to that bitch before she gets herself into more trouble then she can handle." Sam looked at Dean with a slightly scared look as Dean headed toward the Impala. Sam had finally seen what Amber saw. Dean was truly scary when he hunted.
Once back at the hotel, Sam and Dean went their separate ways to their own rooms. Even though Meg had only threatened Amber, they couldn't be too sure. Dean quickly rushed to his room and swung open the door. He noticed Amber quietly sleeping curled up with the blanket. Salem was curled up next to her sleeping just as quietly. He figured nothing had gone down, but he still had to be sure. He quietly walked over to Amber and laid his hand on her shoulder.
"Hey Amber," Dean softly said as he shook Amber's shoulder, "you awake?" Amber mumbled and rolled over. She yawned as she looked at Dean.
"Now I am," Amber said as she blinked a couple times, "What is it Dean? Is there something wrong?" Dean shook his head and let out a sigh of relieve. He then walked to the door and locked it.
"Nothing," Dean said as he started to walk back over to the bed, "There's nothing wrong. Sorry for waking you up. Just go back to sleep." Amber raised an eyebrow as Dean stopped at the foot of the bed and took his jacket off. She could see the glimmer of his gun as the moonlight hit it. She then started to wonder if he got his Gremlin.
"Ok," Amber said as she rolled over to watch Dean walk to the other side of the bed, "but may I ask if you kicked some Gremlin ass or did our slippery pest slip away again?" Dean shook his head and sat down on the bed. He then quickly reached back, pulled his gun out of his belt, and threw it on a nearby chair.
"Yeah," Dean said as he leaned down to take off his boots, "we got the little bustard, but I have a feeling we're dealing with something bigger now." Amber looked a little confused as she watched Dean. What could he possibly mean?
"What do you mean we're dealing with something bigger," Amber asked as she slightly propped herself up on her arm, "Could it be The Yellow Eyed Demon?" Dean quickly sat up straight and looked at Amber. She had a questioning and worried look on her face.
"I don't know what it is," Dean said as he looked back at the floor and stood up, "but I hope it's not The Yellow Eyed Demon." Amber's look of worriment seemed to overtake the questioning one. This was now bugging her.
"Let's hope," Amber said she watched Dean undo his buckle and pull on his pants a little, "because I don't think we need to deal with that right now." Dean shook his head again as he sat back down on the bed with just his shirt and boxers on. He looked like he was deep in thought as he turned and laid down. Amber just let out a sigh and snuggled up next to him. She knew he wasn't going to say anything else for the rest of the night.
Right outside Amber and Dean's hotel room was Meg. She had just turned from their window and looked down into a huge golden goblet of blood. She then stuck her finger in the blood and swirled it around as a grin appeared on her face.
"Yes sir," Meg said as she took her finger out of the goblet, "I left the girl alone as you commanded…..Yes…..I understand that…..We'll wait…..Yes, he has to mature some more…..Another four months at least…..Yes…..Can do…..Goodbye Father." With those last words said, Meg looked away from the goblet and back in the window. Another grin crossed her face as she looked at the quiet silhouettes of Amber and Dean. This girl was definitely up to no good.
The next day, Amber was watching Dean as he searched through his clothes. Everything he pulled out was either a t-shirt or a pair of jeans. Nothing seemed to be formal attire. Amber could only guess Dean never dressed up for any occasion.
"Please tell me you're looking for one of your guns or your wallet," Amber said as she hugged a pillow. Dean quickly stopped what he was doing and looked back at Amber. He then shook his head and went back to what he was doing.
"Sorry," Dean said as he continued to search through his clothes, "but I'm actually looking for…..ahha, found it!" Amber raised an eyebrow as Dean pulled out a back suit.
"Wait," Amber said as she moved the pillow, "isn't that the suit you used when we were pretending to be Inland Security so we could investigate that plane that crashed under mysterious circumstances like five months ago." Dean slightly nodded and laid the suit down on the bed. He then looked over at Amber.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight," Dean said as Amber looked at him with a slightly confused look.
"You mean out to a formal restaurant," Amber asked as Dean sat down next to her, "Somewhere we have to dress nice?" Dean nodded and smiled as he put his arm around Amber's shoulders. Amber looked really confused now.
"What do you say," Dean asked as he looked lovingly into Amber's eyes, "You get to wear one of those cute outfits I bought you yesterday." Amber raised an eyebrow again. She then smiled.
"Ok," Amber said as she rested her hand on Dean's leg, "if you want to go out to dinner, we'll go out together. I wanted to see you in that suit again anyhow." Dean slightly laughed and kissed Amber on the forehead. He then started to rub her arm.
Later that night, Amber was standing in front of a mirror putting on a dark red colored lipstick when Dean walked up next to her fiddling with his tie. With a smile, she turned toward him and sat her lipstick down.
"Do we need help," Amber asked as Dean looked over at her. Dean smiled nervously and nodded. Amber smiled again as she reached up and grabbed his tie.
"I swear I hate suites and ties," Dean said as Amber started tying his tie for him, "If I could avoid a suit again until I get married, I'll die a happy man." Amber shook her head and let out a sigh.
"If I remember correctly," Amber said as she did one last loop on the tie, "this was your idea to start with. No one told you that we had to go out to a formal restaurant that requires you to wear a suit but yourself." Dean let out a sigh and rolled his eyes as Amber put her hands on his shoulders.
"I'm regretting this now," Dean said as he put his hands on Amber's waist, "but I guess I can deal." Amber slightly laughed as Dean leaned down and kissed her. He then moved his hands down a little further and picked Amber up.
"Whoa," Amber suddenly said as she stopped kissing Dean, "watch the baby Hun." Dean looked down and noticed Amber's stomach was pressed right up against his. He then quickly put her down.
"Sorry," Dean said as he adjusted his tie, "I didn't realize that happened." Amber slightly smiled and patted Dean on the chest.
"That's ok," Amber said as Dean looked down at her, "You didn't hurt anything." Dean nodded and hugged Amber. She quickly hugged him back.
"Shall we go," Dean asked as Amber looked up at him, "The quicker I get out of this suit, the better." Amber shook her head and smiled. She then backed away from Dean a little.
"Yes we shall," Amber said as she stared into Dean's eyes, "I'll be happy when you're out of your suit too so you'll stop complaining." Dean smiled this time as he put his hand out. Amber quickly took his hand. They then both walked out of the hotel room.
With in a few minutes, Amber and Dean were at a nice restaurant in the middle of town. As the waiter led them to their table, they both felt very uncomfortable. They were surrounded by snooty snobs and people who probably came to this place every night. Even though they looked just as nice as everyone else, they still felt like outsiders. This just wasn't a Hunter's cup of tea.
"Here we are," the waiter suddenly said as he stopped at a table, "I hope you enjoy your meal." Dean nodded at the waiter and pulled out a chair. He then smiled at Amber.
"Ladies first," Dean said as Amber looked at him. Amber then giggled under her breath and sat down. She found something funny about Dean acting like this.
"Well thank you," Amber said as Dean helped her scoot closer to the table, "You do know how to treat a lady after all." Dean gave Amber a look as he walked to his side and sat down. Amber slightly laughed as another waiter walked up to the table.
"Good evening," the waiter said as he looked at Amber and Dean, "My name is Pierre and I'll be your waiter for tonight. Could I interest you two in something to drink?" Dean looked up at Pierre and then at Amber. Amber knew what he was thinking and raised an eyebrow. Dean let out a sigh as he looked back up at Pierre.
"I would ask for your finest wine," Dean said with a slightly disappointed voice, "but I just remembered my beautiful girlfriend is pregnant and that would be a very stupid choice. So, I guess we'll just take a pitcher of ice water." Pierre slightly nodded and walked toward what had to be the kitchen. Dean looked back at Amber with a "are you happy" look on his face.
"I'm very proud of you," Amber said with a bright smile, "You fought your temptation for alcohol for me." Dean smiled back and let out a sigh. He then looked around as Amber picked up her menu.
"Look," Dean said as he looked back at Amber, "there's a reason I brought you here. I really have to ask you something." Amber looked over her menu and at Dean. She had a slightly irritated look on her face.
"It's not going to be that stop hunting bull again is it," Amber asked without putting her menu down, "because I'm firm on my answer. I'm not going to stop no matter what." Dean shook his head as sweat started to form on his forehead. Amber then sat down her menu. She could tell something was making Dean very uneasy. He even seemed nervous about something.
"No…..no," Dean said as he stood up, "it's not that. I have something else I have to ask you." Amber looked a little confused as Dean walked over next to her pulling at his shirt collar.
"What would that be Dean," Amber asked as Dean cleared his throat and almost everybody in the restaurant looked at him. Dean then took a deep breath and got down on one knee. Amber put a hand over her mouth as Dean took out that little box from his suit jacket pocket.
"Amber," Dean said with another deep breath as he opened the box, "you would make me a very happy man if you would marry me. So…..will you marry me?" Amber took a quick look around the restaurant and noticed everybody that was looking. She then looked back at Dean and took her hand away from her mouth.
"Of course I will," Amber said a she leaned down and hugged Dean around the neck, "I would love to be Mrs. Dean Winchester!" Dean nervously smiled as he slightly pushed Amber back. He then grabbed her left hand and slipped the engagement ring on her ring finger. Everyone that had been watching suddenly started clapping and cheering as Dean stood up and hugged Amber.
"How romantic," Pierre said as he held a pitcher of water. Amber and Dean both quickly looked back at him and smiled. Dean then cleared his throat again.
"Sorry about that," Dean said as he let go of Amber and started back toward his side of the table. Pierre just slightly smiled and sat the pitcher on the table.
"Don't worry about it," Pierre said as Dean sat back down, "It happens all the time here. I'm used to it by now. So, I'll give you some more time and I'll be back in a little bit when you're ready to order." Dean nodded and watched Pierre walk away. He then looked over at Amber. Amber was looking at her new engagement ring. She looked highly impressed and that made Dean very happy. He smiled and picked up his menu.