Dean. Yum. Me. Not owning. Sadness. First episode of season three? Who the hell was that blonde chick? And, Kripke, if you're thinking of killing of Dean and letting some Jo look alike take his place…oh, let's just say you had best not.

Okay, people, stick with me here. Time has passed. This chapter is far ahead of the last one. TimePassed. Okay? Oh, and yeah, it's short, but the next one is kinda a big deal, so. Now, with that cleared up, onward!

Chase wandered around the kitchen, opening and closing doors, loading and unloading the dishwasher, rearranging pots and pans all the while trying to find a way to keep her growing stomach out of the way.

Six months down. Three to go.

Madison sat at the mahogany table at one end of the room holding tightly to her coffee cup. Chase always got like this right before the boys were due back. During months two and three she would hunt for long periods of time. Months four and five were spend swinging nervously in the hammock, and months six and seven consisted of cleaning and reorganizing every single room in the manor. Madison dreaded to see what month eight held.

"I'm hungry," Chase suddenly declared. "Are you hungry?"

"I-"

"Do you think Sam and Dean will be hungry when they get back? They normally are, but it's pretty late and I'd hate-"

"Chase," Madison pointed to the chair beside her, "sit."

Obediently, Chase sunk down in the chair. "I hate when you order me around."

"Then why do you listen?" Madison sipped the last of her drink and set the cup on the table. "You really need to relax, They'll be back soon, and they'll be okay. It was just a poltergeist."

"But those things can get pretty nasty, and I mean-" once again her rambling was cut short. This time by the slam of the door. "Dean," she said and was up and striding toward the front door.

Madison sighed and followed her at a slower pace. She was overreacting. They were back and they were fine. "Oh, please," Madison joked when she entered the foyer and found Dean murmuring to Chase's stomach.

"Hey, Maddy," Dean said offhandedly, "Sam's probably unpacking the car. Bitch got laundry duty," he smirked.

"Dean," Chase scolded.

Madison rolled her eyes, "He lose at rock, paper, scissors again?"

"No," Dean grinned, "He took the first hit."

"Sam," Madison whispered and walked out the door.

The pilot light from the car illuminated Sam's profile. "Hey," he smiled when he turned around.

"Hey," Madison repeated stepping into his arms. "How are you?"

"Been worse," Sam replied. "You alright?"

Madison sighed, "Chase has cleaned every inch of this house, Sam. Every. Single. Inch."

Sam laughed, "Must have been hard."

"It was." She sighed again and took his hand. "Leave the bags. I'm sure you're hungry.

"Yeah. It was a long drive. Dean wouldn't stop either. Not even for coffee." He allowed himself to be led back into the house.

"Oh," Madison turned to face him, "If you leave one speck of dirt on any surface and make her start cleaning again, I'll kill you."

XxXxX

"So it went okay?" Chase asked the tired hunter beside her.

"As okay as it could, I guess." Dean's eyes closed at the feel of her fingers against his skin.

"Hmm," Chase mused tracing his newest injury. "This is the worst one?"

"Yeah," Dean opened his eyes to look at the six inch long gash on his left shoulder. A lamp had been thrown at him. He was too busy looking for Sammy to notice the loft. "And you're okay?" Dean asked anxiously. He didn't like being away from her for one minute let alone one week. The worry was pointless, he knew she could take care of herself, and there was Madison, but still.

"I'm fine. I think Maddy regrets coming here, but other than that." She laughed lightly.

"Why do you say that?" Dean caught her roaming fingers in his own.

"I've finally cleaned the place. I don't think she appreciated me snapping at her all week about it."

Dean chuckled, "I'm sure she's fine."

"Yeah."

A comfortable silence settled over them. Dean pulled the thick blankets up around them and put his arm protectively over Chase's stomach.

"Dean?" she asked after a few minutes.

"Hmm?" Dean could feel his eyes closing. He really needed to sleep on hunts, but the motel's and diner food just didn't compare next to Stone Manor. Next to…home?

"When are you leaving again?"

He could feel her tensing, ready for a quick answer and an empty bed in the morning. "A day or two. Not far though. Virginia." He felt her nod and press herself closer to him. "Chase?" he asked a minute later.

"Hmm?"

"Are you really okay?"

"Yeah," she squeezed his hand, "I just miss you when you're gone."

Dean laughed, "You shouldn't."

"Yeah," Chase yawned, "You probably aren't worth it, Winchester." Seconds later her breathing was even.

"Yeah," Dean agreed quietly, "but you are."