The Nursery
Angela rested a hand on her very swollen stomach and leaned against the doorframe of the nursery. She watched with an amused smile as Sam and Dean struggled with building the crib.
"Do you two need help?" she quirked a brow.
"You're not lifting a finger, sweetheart," Dean replied firmly.
Angela rolled her eyes. "I'm pregnant, not useless."
"We know, baby," Sam assured. "But Dean and I can handle this."
"Sure you can." Angela retorted sarcastically. "Come on, I can help!"
"Baby, you can help by getting some rest," Sam argued gently.
Angela just pouted slightly. "I've been resting. I'm tired of resting!"
Sam smiled softly. "I know, Angie. Here, you can help by keeping us company."
Angela smiled and walked into the pink room. She sat down next to her husband and picked up the directions.
"Have you been using the instructions?" Angela asked curiously.
"No." Dean scoffed. "I've killed monsters, I don't need directions on how to build a crib."
"Right," Angela muttered. "Dean, just take a look at the instructions."
"No, I can do this," Dean replied stubbornly.
"Right, well, maybe I will go back to resting." Angela chuckled.
"I might join you," Sam replied. "I need a break, anyway…"
"Lame, Sammy." Dean retorted. "I'll just finish this myself."
"Sure you will." Sam laughed as he helped Angela up.
"I will!" Dean assured as the couple left the room. "I'll show you guys." He muttered.
A/N: Hey, guys, I hope you liked this little drabble. I know it's really short, but finals week has been killing me. This was requested a while ago, and I finally got around to writing it. I'm definitely going to write more moments from Angie's pregnancy. Love y'all, xoxo. :)
~Emily