The next day, the Winchesters had arrived at the Gilmore house after lunch. Dean Forester was sitting on the porch and Sam came over to join him. It still wigged them both out to look at each other, but they were starting to discover the subtle differences: Sam's hair was shade darker, Dean's nose was a bit less pointed, Dean was a smidge taller, but Sam was slightly brawnier…

Sam sat down beside his double. He had heard Dean's story the night before, but he had a concern, he sighed, "You know, Dad filled us in on your story last night after dinner and something is bugging me."

"What's that?"

"Rory is a tiny girl compared to you and me."

Dean nodded.

"I know how big I am." Sam was blushing and looking down at the steps beneath him.

Dean looked at him uncomprehendingly.

Sam looked at him again and still blushing he said, "I mean I'm big – in a way that most guys are proud of…"

Dean continued to look at him until finally the light dawned. "Dude, what the hell?"

Sam held up his hand, "Wait a sec." He looked around and peered intently into the screen door until he was certain no one could overhear this conversation.

"A few months ago, last August, we were in this small town in Ohio. I met a girl. She was really pretty and smart and sexy… well she and I hit it off." Sam smiled at Dean, but it was a painful one. "We started dating, even though I knew that I wasn't going to be able to stay around very long.

"The hunt Dad was on was taking a lot longer than he expected it to and it was taking him and Dean all over the area. So I was there long enough to start school. My girl, her name was Alicia, and I were inseparable. I even met her parents." He smiled at the memory. "Now that was a nerve wracking experience. I had never been around anyplace long enough to have to do that. Anyway, we were together for about six weeks and we decided that we loved each other enough to want to express it; even though I had made it clear again that I wouldn't be able to stay much longer." Sam sighed and ran his hands in his hair. "She said she understood, but she said she wanted me to be her first lover. I loved her enough that I wanted her to be my first, too.

"One night, Dean and Dad were both out trying to wrap up the case, and Alicia and I made love."

"Well good for you." Dean was struggling to understand why Sam was telling him this.

"Look, man, there's a point." He looked at Dean and then continued, "I enjoyed it very much. She didn't. I'm big and she was maybe just a little taller than Rory. I hurt her." Sam was once again looking at the ground. "I didn't intend to; I tried to be slow and careful, but a girl's first time… Alicia was sore for awhile."

Dean looked at Sam with a comprehending and horrified look on his face. "I hurt her?"

"You didn't intend to."

"She said nothing happened! Before we knew the truth, that she was pregnant, she said nothing happened! She had to have known!" Dean got up and was pacing around the yard. Guilt and anger were evident on his face.

Sam nodded watching him, "You have to not be angry. I don't know Rory very well, but she doesn't strike me as a liar. There had to have been a reason."

Dean came back and sat down on the porch beside Sam; he had his head in his hands. Sam put his hand on his new friend's shoulder. "You didn't know and you had no control over it, anyway." Sam sighed, "I didn't tell you this so you would get angry, but I don't like secrets much and, well, this was too big to leave alone."

Behind them, hidden in the doorway, Dean stood and listened to the younger boys' conversation. He was feeling proud that his baby brother had been with a girl, but also sad because Sammy never told him.

His relationship with Sam had deteriorated a lot lately. Sam and their dad had been fighting for most of the last two years, putting Dean in the middle and it was affecting the brother's bond.

Dean waited until the younger Dean had walked away and then he left the house to join his brother on the porch.

Sam looked up at him with alarm.

Dean smiled at him, "Speaking of big secrets…"

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Later that evening, Dean waited until Lorelai left the house and he and Rory were alone. They were standing in the kitchen, and Rory looked at Dean. She could see he was really angry and he had been all afternoon.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He started.

"About what?"

"When we didn't remember what happened in the studio… you had to have been in pain when you woke up."

"Oh... no, I wasn't in pain."

"There was pain. A girl's first time is painful." Dean's voice was low.

"There wasn't pain; there was some soreness." She sighed, aware that the secret was out now. "I didn't say anything because I wasn't sure."

"You knew."

"I didn't know."

"You knew!"

"I didn't know – I suspected."

"I asked you if I attacked you!" He turned away and stared out the window into the backyard.

"And I answered no!" She started to wring her hands. "Dean… if you had attacked me, there would have been bruising! Look at you! You're so much bigger than me! If I had tried to fight you, there would have been bruises. There weren't any! So, in my mind, whatever happened was consensual."

He turned back around to look at her. "Can I believe you?"

"That's not fair."

"Why did you lie?"

"I didn't lie."

"You told Lorelai that nothing happened."

"I had to."

"What?"

"That night… after you kissed me in Doose's... when Mom invited you over; I went into the bathroom and you and mom talked. What did she say to you? She wouldn't tell me."

Dean sighed, "She told me that if I hurt you, I wouldn't be able to run far enough."

Rory nodded, "I suspected as much." She walked over and grabbed his arms. "Do you understand?"

Dean looked at her, "You were protecting me."

Rory nodded. "I took a shower as soon as possible that morning, too."

He ran his hands throught his hair, "God! I don't know if that's worse or if I should be grateful."

Rory looked at him beseechingly, "Be grateful. My mom is a kind and gentle woman – except when it comes to me."

"By not telling your mom the truth, you risked pregnancy!"

"I know, but it was a risk I had to take!" She sat down at the table.

He crouched down in front of her, "No! Rory! You shouldn't have done that! Protecting me is not worth your whole future!"

"I took the risk! Getting pregnant was not what I wanted, but there was supposed to be a good chance that I wouldn't get pregnant." Rory was holding his hands and just looked at him. "I used the calendar and there was no reason why I got pregnant. It was a bullet I tried to dodge, but the bullet changed trajectory."

Dean had a shocked look on his face, "What the hell do you mean by that?"

She looked down and away and with a blush on her face, she answered, "I mean, my period should have started within a couple of days. According to the calendar, I should have been well inside the infertile range of my cycle. That's why I didn't say anything until I missed my second period." She looked back at him. "You know, after we took the test and after the tears, I realized something."

"What?"

She had a hand on her growing baby bump. "This baby was meant to be." Rory was crying. "But now we know we were possessed by something evil and that changes everything."

"How?"

"Why was this baby meant to be?"

Dean stood up, "Look, we have to tell John about this. This is exactly what he needs to know. Something caused you to become pregnant when you shouldn't have."

Rory was still blushing. "Really? We have to? I have a hard enough time talking to you about it."

"Rory… We have to tell him."

"Do I have to talk with the boys in the room?"

"Well I didn't, so my guess is no."

"You already talked to him? Where was I?"

"Sound asleep on the couch." He smiled at her. "It's probably why you were in such a good mood last night." He took her hand and led her into the living room. "Come on, we'll go after dinner."

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They had called ahead and John arranged for his sons to leave them alone for a while. He'd sent them to the local movie theatre.

At a knock, he checked the hall through the peephole and opened the door.

"Come on in."

Rory and Dean looked around at the room. There was an easel in a corner of the room with newspaper clippings, pictures and other articles. Rory was dying to get a look at them, but she knew now was not the time.

"How can I help you?"

Dean started, "Well Rory has some things to tell you and because you told us we needed to tell you everything…"

John looked at the young girl standing before him. She had removed her coat and he could see that her clothes were loose fitting, but they didn't hide the growing baby bump very well. She was looking tiny and shy, as well. His protective instincts were in high gear over her and the boy beside her."

"Okay" John looked expectantly at the girl standing there. He wouldn't grill her; she would have to tell him herself.

Rory could feel herself blush and was at a loss over where to start.