I'm so sorry that I worried some of you... WinchestersGirl almost had a nervous breakdown. Just ask her. A few others of you didn't seem tpo far behind. Lol. To make it up to WG I added a dream. So here it is for you.

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"Chupacabra." Cait drawled out slowly, lowering a slim silver sword that she held. The blade was engraved with Chinese lettering and steamed where it was soaked with foul black blood.

"What did you call me?" Dean asked as he pushed the remains of the creature off him and climbed to his feet.

She shook her head, amusement apparent on her face. "The creature," She kicked the body with her foot. "It's called a Chupacabra."

He looked down at her abdomen, where the Chupacabra's talons had slashed her. He could see the glint of metal beneath the torn cloth of her corset top. He placed one hand gingerly on her stomach, then looked her in the eye, questioning her silently.

She laid her hand over his on her stomach and smiled shakily, obviously still rattled by the whole experience. "Body armor, a layer of a metal/kevlar-cross lines the inside of my shirt. It's a custom made and fitted liner."

He gave her a quick, hard kiss. All he could think was how grateful he was that she'd been prepared, that both she and the baby were safe.

"Dean." She said with a worried tone in her voice, as she looked him over. Her trained eye immediately focused on the deep wound in each of his shoulders. "We've got to get back to the house, I have some supplies in the car, but I'd rather patch you up at Rosa's where there's actually light."

"You sure you're okay?" He asked her.

She smiled softly. "I'm feeling a bit smashed, and not in a fun high-school kegger kind of way." She put her arm around his waist, offering support, which he didn't rebuff. The fact that he accepted her help, worried her.

"I know the feeling." He replied with a smirk, that turned into a grimace as he accidentally moved his right shoulder too fast.

They headed for the car, Cait helping Dean into the passenger seat. He gave a half-muffled groan when as he leaned back against the seat.

"Try not to bleed too much on my seat." She told him, with a smile she didn't feel on her face.

"I'll try, but I can't promise much." He replied with his own tight smile.

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"Berto!" Cait yelled when she pulled up in front of the house. "Ayudame!"

Alberto burst out of the house, and sprinted to the Charger. He pulled open the passenger side door and helped Dean out. He didn't cringe from touching the other man, though he was soaked in the foul-smelling black blood of the Chupacabra.

"Madre de dios!" Alberto said under his breath as he supported Dean with one arm, directing him into the house.

"Berto, take him to the kitchen, the light's best there." Cait directed as she ran in front of the two men to open the front door.

Between Cait and Alberto they managed to get Dean into the kitchen and into one of the chairs there. Alberto grabbed a first aid kit from beneath the sink. Cait undid the buttons on Dean's ruined black jacket, and gingerly pulled it off his shoulders.

"If you wanted to get me out of my clothes you could've just bought me a drink." Dean told Cait with a lop-sided grin.

She smiled back at him. "Like it takes that much effort to get you naked." She said with a wink. She looked at his T-shirt and sighed. "I'm gonna have to cut this off."

His eyes widened. "No! This is my Metallica shirt."

She shook her head and grabbed the scissors. "I'm sorry Dean, it can't be helped." He showed more pain as she cut the shirt than he'd shown when he'd received the wounds in his shoulders in the first place. Cait handed him a couple of pain pills, which he popped without hesitation.

"Yeesh." Alberto said when he saw the holes in Dean's shoulders.

Cait quickly cleaned and stitched up Dean's injuries. She pushed her emotions to the back of her mind and just did her job.

When Cait was finished, she and Alberto helped him into the shower to clean off, then into the bed she and Dean shared. As soon as he was asleep, just a few minutes later thanks to the pain pills, Cait fled the room and ran into the bathroom.

She promptly lost her lunch. When her stomach was empty, she leaned back against the bathtub.

That was where Alberto found her ten minutes later. She had barely managed to stop herself from shaking when he came in.

"Catalina." Alberto said softly, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it in the sink, then he filled a glass with water. He knelt down beside her and offered her the cloth and the cup.

She took them gratefully. She wiped her mouth with the cloth and rinsed and spat the water into the toilet. She flushed it, then fell back against the tub.

"Querida, what's wrong? You are safe, your boyfriend will heal and you two've done a great deed for this village." He sat down beside her, also leaning against the tub.

"I know Berto, it just hit me how much I could've lost this job." She leaned her head against his shoulder.

"The armor worked didn't it?" He looked at her with more worry in his eyes, if it was possible. "It didn't fail did it?"

She shook her head. "It worked perfectly Berto, thank you."

He leaned his head on top of hers. "Thank goodness, I'd finally gotten you a birthday present that you liked and saved your life."

She laughed. "I bet you hadn't expected to have to get me a series of new body armors right away when you promised me a lifetime supply."

He laughed along with her. "Luckily I founded and own the company that makes them, otherwise I'd be going bankrupt. Those things are expensive."

She let a tear fall down her cheek, her laughter stopping instantly. "Berto, I was so scared. I could've lost both the baby and Dean."

He turned his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Caiti, how long have you been in love with him?" He asked knowingly.

She sighed. "The moment I saw him again, a month after we'd first met. How cliché is that? Love at first sight?"

He shook his head. "It isn't cliché. It's sweet."

Ten minutes later Cait and Berto said good night and headed off to their separate rooms. She slipped into the large bed in her room next to Dean after stripping off her clothes. She pressed a kiss to his lips, then stretched out beside him. She fell asleep to thoughts of the baby and Dean.

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Cue dreamy music and fluffy clouds

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Cait woke to a sudden feeling of cold. She squeezed her eyes shut against the light on her face and swept her hand around, searching blindly for her comforter. When she couldn't find it, she grudgingly opened her eyes and rolled onto her back.

Dean groaned loudly and flipped onto his stomach. He pressed his face into the pillow and moaned again.

"She gets it from you, I hope you know." He told her, his voice muffled by the thick pillow he was talking into.

Cait looked down to the foot of the bed, and caught sight of a tiny blonde figure. Five-year-old Alessa smiled a smile that she'd inherited from her father.

"Hi mommy." She said in her melodic voice.

"Hi baby." Cait said, sitting up reluctantly. "What are you doing up? It's only..." She looked over at the clock and groaned. "Six in the morning, and it's Saturday. We don't have to get up early today."

Alessa climbed up onto the bed. She still had the smile on her face, raising Cait's suspicions. "I know Mommy, but I wanted to make toast."

"Toast?" Cait repeated, raising her eyebrows. "Alessa..."

"Daddy!" Alessa cried as she ran over the bed and threw herself at her father.

Dean flipped over and caught her effortlessly before she landed on top of him. "Hi munchkin." He said with a smile.

"Daddy, I took apart the toaster." She told him when he set her on his stomach. "It was possessed."

Cait bit her lip to restrain a groan. And Dean smiled, until Cait shot him a glare.

"It was possessed?" Dean repeated, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice, causing Cait to smack him.

The little blonde girl nodded. "It burned Sammy's toast." She confided. "So I had to take it apart, no one gets to mess with my little brother."

Cait and Dean shared a look that was a combination of amusement and exasperation.

"Lessa." They heard a small voice say from the doorway, drawing the attention of everyone on the bed. A two-year-old little boy was standing there, clutching a piece of burned toast and an empty bottle of holy water.

"Come here you little house ape." Cait told the toddler. The boy toddled over to the bed and she scooped him up into her arms.

"Bad toaster." He told her, holding out the burned piece of toast to her, making black crumbs go flying all over the sheets.

"This is so your fault." Cait told Dean.

Dean smiled his most charming smile. "Aw, honey. You know I l..."

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Cait heard a loud groan, the same groan that had pulled her from her dreams. She looked blankly up at the ceiling for a minute, wishing that she were psychic, rather than just a die-hard romantic. Eventually she got herself up so that she could retrieve some more pain pills for Dean.

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Ayudame - Help me!

Querida - Loved one

Oh and just in case you were hoping...Cait is not psychic.

Sam and Dean are standing outside a well-known house in the town they were currently going to school in. Sam's 14 and Dean's 18, a freshmen and a senior respectedly in high school.

Sam (looking around worriedly): Dean, I'm not sure this is such a great idea.

Dean (looking around with a smile on his face): This will be fantastic.

Sam (looking over at his brother): Dean...

Dean (punches his brother in the arm): Oh lighten up Sammy, it's only a kegger.

Sam (sighs heavily): This is gonna be so bad.

Dean (rolls his eyes): Oh what are you psychic now?

-----Six hours later-----

John (livid): Boys!

Sam and Dean hang their heads, and the policemen standing behind them looks steadily at the elder Winchester.

Police officer: Sir, your sons here were found at a local kegger. They both have consumed alcohol and helped in the toilet-papering of the Principal's house. Also, the elder one, Dean I believe it is, was found in the company of two half dressed seventeen-year-old girls. And he hit on the female officer that put the handcuffs on him.

Dean (laughs silently)

John glares at his sons, and shakes his head.

John (evenly): I trust you'll let me handle this, officer?

Police officer: Of course sir.

The police officer unlocks Sam's cuffs, when he turns to Dean he gets a shock. The older Winchester boy hands the officer back his cuffs.

Dean (with a slight smile): I picked them an hour ago. (he winks)