I apologise for taking so long to update but I was abroad and had neither a laptop nor internet with me, otherwise I would've written heaps of chapters during that time! As promised, I've written a chapter set five years from now, focusing on Dean and Claire's future. Hope you like it!

Chapter 13 – Fast-Forward Five Years

Claire blinked and sighed. "Again..." she whispered angrily as she buried her head in her hands. She threw away the pregnancy test. She sniffed as she reached for her phone and dialled Becky's phone. She hated calling Becky while she was at work. She didn't want her to worry for the rest of the day, like she usually did.

"Hey, babe." Becky greeted her happily.

"Hey." Claire breathed out, running a hand through her hair as she made her way from the bathroom to the kitchen.

"What's wrong, Claire?"

"Negative, Becky." she replied. "I think something's wrong with me."

"Nothing's—"

"Becks, this is the third test I've taken in the past five years." She sighed. "I'm scared, man. Dean says he doesn't care whether we have children or not, but deep down I know he wants to. You see the way he looks at Cara whenever he visits you and Sammy."

"Well, the first thing you should do is talk about it with Dean. Tell him to be honest with you, whether he really wants children, and just take off from there."

Claire nodded and smiled weakly. "Yeah you're right. And hey, it could be stress that's preventing me from being pregnant. With Bobby's death and Jo's divorce, I'm more stressed than ever. You know how I worry too much, especially about people I care about."

"Listen, I'd like to stay and chat but I have a business lunch in five minutes and I need to finish this file. I'll call to check up on you, okay?" Becky said. Claire rolled her eyes.

"Okay. I'll hear from you later then. Love you."

"Me too." With that, Becky hung up. Claire groaned loudly and placed her phone on the coffee table.

She'd been through this another two times in the past, and she hoped this time round Dean would confront her. He'd closed up since Bobby died the year before, and the only time he'd talk about his feelings they'd end up sleeping together. It wasn't out of love, it was just for comfort. She never got through him, which scared the crap out of her. They'd been engaged for three years, living together in Lincoln, Nebraska (after Dean looked up the place, he saw how peaceful it was and decided to move there with Claire), for almost the same amount of time, and at first it was all happy-go-lucky until the problems started piling in and they drifted apart. The engagement broke off once but they soon got back together. Currently things were getting back to the way they were.

"Claire, babe, I'm home!" Dean exclaimed from the front door.

"I'm in the living room!" she yelled back. She stood up the moment Dean walked into the living room. He smiled as he kissed her softly on the lips.

"How was cleaning day?" Dean asked her with a cheeky grin on his face. Claire stuck her tongue out.

"Stressful. You should really consider helping me next time." she replied, fixing the collar of his plaid shirt. Sighing, she bit her lower lip. "I, um, took a test today..." His eyes searched hers with hope. But when he saw the hurt in her eyes he knew what the answer was. "I'm sorry." she whispered, her voice breaking. Dean shook his head and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Hon, don't cry." he said, his face buried in her hair. "It's okay. Give it time."

"But y-you want ch-children. I know you do deep down." she whimpered, face buried in his chest.

"I do. Of course I do, baby. But it'll happen in due time." He pulled away, holding her at arms' distance. "It's probably because of stress."

Taking a deep breath, she walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and started taking out all the food she needed for dinner that night. "Yeah, that's probably it. But..." She looked up at him. "But you love me still, right?"

"Of course I do!" Dean smiled, making his way behind her in the kitchen. He wrapped his arms round her and started kissing her neck. "Nothing will ever stop me from loving you. You're stuck with me for life." He added with a cheeky grin. Claire stuck her tongue out and playfully slapped his face.

"What do you want for dinner?" she asked him. Dean smirked and buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin, causing her to shudder and moan softly.

"You." he mumbled against her skin.

"How about after dinner, hm?" she giggled, turning so she was facing him. Dean whined with protest. "How about mac and cheese?" He shook his head. "Lasagne?" He shook his head once more, and she rolled her eyes with a smile playing on her lips. "I'm not for dinner, just dessert sorry, boo."

"Okay. You win this time. But after dinner, you..." He poked her nose, making her wrinkle her nose and smile cheekily. "... and me will make some sweet, passionate dessert together."

"Where this time?" she winked. When Dean and her slept together the first time, Claire jokingly made a list of places they should sleep together at: living room, kitchen counter, couch, floor, stairs, bathroom, shower, bath tub... the list was unusual, supposed to be a small inside-joke between the two. However Dean took it super serious, and every time he'd bring the paper along with him and cross out the places they 'marked'.

"Guess which is one of the places we haven't marked that's the most romantic?"

"I thought the bedroom was the most romantic, Dean." she chuckled. He shook his head.

"The back of our car... Ooh-ooh! We could..." By then, Claire was laughing. Dean was one crazy son of a gun... her crazy son of a gun. "... make love in the front seat... and then move to the back. Huh? Huh?!"

"That's the wildest thing I've ever heard you say in our entire relationship!" she laughed hysterically, intertwining their fingers. "God I love you, Dean."

"So...? Is it a bad idea?" he frowned.

"You're kiddin' me right?" Claire scoffed. "Sex in a beautiful car? What's bad about that?" Dean grinned.

"Yes!" he whispered, kissing her passionately on the lips, squeezing her hands. "So, dessert in my Impala after dinner?"

"You know it, baby." she winked, clicking her tongue.

For Dean's birthday, Claire decided to organise a barbecue in their backyard since everyone lived in the states around them. The first to arrive were John and Mary, carrying a container of food each, joined by Tammy and Jack, who brought a big box—most probably Dean's present, just minutes afterwards. It was just before lunch that Sam, Becky and seventeen-month old Clara arrived.

"Sorry we're late!" Sam announced as he stepped out of the house and into the backyard, carrying the baby-seat swiftly with one hand. "Cara decided to throw up all over her good dress just as I was about to put her in her baby-seat." He took a deep breath of relief when he sat down between Jack and his mom. "So we had to wash her up and change her clothes."

"Well, the good thing is y'all are here just in time for lunch!" Claire grinned, carrying a salad bowl, placing it in the middle of the table. "We have salad..." Dean groaned, getting elbowed by Becky, glaring at him. "... pasta and I baked a cake." She looked down at Dean lovingly. "All for you, Dean-o."

"I'm down for my daughter's happiness, but can we please eat? I'm starving!" Claire's dad pointed out. Everyone chuckled and started putting food in their plates. The whole time, Becky stared at Claire. She looked rather... chirpy... considering how stressed out she was about not being able to get pregnant. Then she shuddered.

'Could be she had birthday-morning sex with Dean.'

And Dean wanted Cara's baby-seat to be sat on a chair between him and Claire, and all Claire did was make funny faces and talking all goofy to her. Becky knew she loved her niece a lot, but usually Claire would excuse herself and leave the room for about half an hour—probably in the bathroom—as Cara reminded her of her failure to conceive a child.

"Lunch was amazing." John pointed out, still chewing. "I know Mary cooked lasagne and jacket potatoes, but the casserole stole my heart."

"It's this generations-long recipe." Jack explained. "Hey, I can send you the recipe via email once we get home."

John smiled and nodded. "That would be great, Jack. Thank you!"

Seeing Jack and John bond over food—and previously cars and music—made her really happy and warm and fuzzy. The last time the dads met were at Sam and Becky's wedding, which was ages ago, and to see them actually talk like they'd known each other since childhood—them and their moms—which made her so happy she was about to cry...

… when she remembered the cake. "It's time for the cake!" she squealed happily as she rose up. "But I'm gonna need everyone to close their eyes."

"Close our eyes?" Sam repeated.

She nodded. "It's my first time baking a cake so I want it to be a surprise for everyone." Everyone murmured, wondering what the surprise was while she went inside to grab the cake from the kitchen counter. She let out a short laugh when she went out in the backyard and saw that everyone had their eyes closed. Dean was smiling anxiously, which made her slightly nervous. Claire quietly made her way towards the table and reached over to place the cake in front of Dean. "Okay, you can all open you eyes."

Everyone opened their eyes in unison and immediately they were gob-smacked.

Dean blinked, his mouth slightly ajar. "W—Is this...?" Claire bit her lower lip and smiled. A shaky breath escaped his mouth. He turned in his chair and looked at his parents, rising up. "I'm gonna be a dad!" he cried, and everyone hugged Dean, with Becky crying happily as Sam rubbed her back. Claire shrugged and joined everyone in the group hug. "I'm gonna be a dad." Dean repeated.

"I'm so happy!" Becky cried hysterically on Claire's shoulder.

"You're getting tears all over my good shirt!" Claire whined jokingly, and everyone laughed and wiped their tears.

"I'm s happy for you." Tammy told them, kissing Dean and Claire on the cheek. "You're gonna make great parents."

Dean pulled Claire into a tight embrace, crying in the crook of her neck. "I love you so much. I love you, I love you, I love you." When he pulled away from the hug, he kneeled down and kissed her barely-visible tummy area. "And I love you, kid."

"The doctor told me there were two reasons why I didn't get pregnant until now." she explained. "The first one was the overwhelming stress, which everyone was right about..."

"And the second one?" Jack asked when his daughter didn't continue talking. She blushed.

"I don't think you or John and Mary would want to hear this. Oh, and Sam and Becky too." Pause. "Too much sex was actually another issue."

"Oh man!" Sam whined after a small moment of silence. "I didn't want to know that!"

"... I didn't want to know that about my baby girl either." Jack shuddered, but still smiled at the couple. How could he be upset about hearing his daughter's very active sexual drives when he was about to become a grandfather for the first time?

"How far along are you?" Mary asked her.

"Close to four months." Claire replied happily. Dean kissed her forehead, leaving his lips to linger over her soft skin.

"Well, you did a pretty damn good job at hiding it!" Becky exclaimed.

"And, uh, I know I should've talked about this with Dean but... I know the gender." she looked at him. "But if you don't want to know, I can totally keep it a secret."

"Oh I wanna know." Dean insisted, nodding. They'd been discussing baby names for quite a while, so instead of asking her 'What's the gender?', he asked her, "What will be their name?"

She bit her lower lip and exhaled shakily through her nose. "Robert." she said.

"Wait... I thought we—"

"I know we said we'd name him Paul, but Bobby meant so much to us. I just... I want to call our boy Robert."

"This is the most amazing thing you can ever do to me, baby." Dean wrapped an arm round her neck and looked at everyone. "We're having a Robert!"

Tammy, Becky and Mary squealed and once again a group hug ensued. After a few seconds of everyone embracing one another, Jack broke the silence. "So, uh, are we gonna eat cake or what?"

Hope you enjoyed reading this story! I know the update was short but... yeah... I was running out of ideas and time and this is all I could come up with. Sorry :/

Expect some updates on my other story 'Baby's Got Blue Eyes' in a few days' time! The next chapter for 'Save Yourself' is currently being re-written and should be up around mid-April.