Madison awoke the next day with a stiff neck, but felt better than she had in quite some time. She wrapped the blanket around her and made her way to the kitchen. All the men were sitting around the table eating breakfast.

Madison sat at the table and drank a cup of coffee but still refused to eat anything that was put in front of her. Dean kept pushing the plate towards her and she pushed it right back. This went on for ten minutes before Dean lost his never.

"Dammit, Madison, you need to eat!" Dean hollered, making Madison jump, but she gave him nothing but a glare. She took the plate and threw it on the floor.

"You know what Madison, fine don't eat, but you're not just hurting yourself anymore!" Dean yelled.

All three people looked at Dean in shock, even Dean himself was surprised he let it slip.

Madison hit him on the shoulder, in an attempt to discover what he was talking about. She looked at John and Pastor Jim and they all had the same guilty faces.

Madison screamed and picked up her chair and continuously slammed it on the ground. She looked at all of them, mouth moving as if to say words but nothing came out. Even more frustrated, she kicked the chair, and threw her glass. All three men watched, shocked, at her little tirade.

Finally she stopped, huffing, and turned back to Dean. She touched his lips, and then pointed to her ears. Dean knew she was asking what his last comment but he didn't feel that now was the right time to tell her.

"Mad listen-" He tried to explain but was cut off by her small burst of noise.

Dean looked at his father and Jim and they both nodded.

"Alright, Madison. When we were at the hospital, they ran some tests on you because their was evidence of sexual assault, it's standard procedure. Madison, the doctor says you're pregnant."

You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Madison looked like someone punched her in the face. She looked down at her stomach then back at Dean.

"Madison, it's ok," Dean reached for her, but she slapped him away. He tried again and she slapped him away. Madison backed out of the kitchen and ran back into the church.

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"Son of A Bitch!" Dean yelled.

"Dean, please watch your language," John warned

"Sorry Pastor Jim. I can't believe I let it slip!" Dean huffed, making his hands into fists threateningly

"We had to tell her soon; she'd almost be two months soon," John said quietly

All three men sat staring at each other, unsure what to do to help the scared young woman in the church.

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I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant, was all Madison could think about inside the church. There was a life growing inside her now, and she couldn't even talk! She ran to the front pew and laiddown again. Unconsciously, she moved my hands to my stomach, rubbing the area where the baby was growing.

I wonder if it's a boy or a girl? She thought and began to think of names. Even though she just heard the news, she had become attached in an instant. It was terrifying, sure, but she saw the baby as a lighthouse in a storm. Madison was lost at sea but her baby and her family needed me to find my way back. It's time to heal…

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In Kansas, one Winchester was not on the road to recovery, but more on the road for self destruction. Missouri tried to have him open up and speak about his feeling, but Sam was like a Sherman Tank. He paid Missouri for letting him stay by doing odd jobs around her house and business. He would cut the grass, hang pictures, and run errands. He did anything that would keep his mind off his family and busy enough so Missouri couldn't corner him.

Sam spent his days doing work and nights at the local bar, getting intoxicated. No amount of alcohol could ever rid him of the demons that plagued his sleep and the time he spent awake as well. He would stumble in and wake the next morning to do work before Missouri was even up. Some days, his routine would catch up with him and he'd sleep for a full 24 hours. Missouri knew she was watching a train wreck, but knew he couldn't be rushed. Even as a child, he was did things on his own time.

Sam did call almost everyday to check in and see what was knew, and finally John worked up the courage to tell Sam about Madison's pregnancy.

"Sam I gotta tell you something."

"Is everyone ok?" John heard the panic in his son's voice.

"Yea, everything is fine. But, when we were in the hospital, the doctors ran some tests. Madison is pregnant, Sam."

John hear complete silence on the other line, "Son, you there?"

"It's not mine dad. Michael didn't rape her; I didn't rape her," Sam whispered.

"Son, it's about time you start forgiving yourself. You need to be with us; Madison is doing a lot better."

"Dad, I can't," Sam reasoned.

"Son, I know what you're doing to yourself. I talk to Missouri just as much. You can keep looking in the bottom of every bottle for a way to solve your problems, but from my own personal experience, it doesn't exactly work."

"Thanks. Good Bye Dad," John heard the click. God Sammy, what am I gonna do with you?

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Dean found Madison in the first pew. It wasn't hard because she was laying down with her feet up in the air, swinging back and forth.

"Crazy lady what are you doing?" He smiled down at her. She returned a small smile, sat up and pulled Dean to sit next to her. She pointed to Dean's ears and then faced forward.

Confused, Dean asked, "Baby, I don't hear anything do you?"

She looked at him and her eyes pierced his heart. They no longer had a bland, dead quality to them but a little life shown back. She pointed to his ears and looked forward again.

"Mad I don't hear anything."

She smiled her first real smile Dean had seen in months. She nodded and stood up and danced. She twirled and flittered around. Dean laughed at her, seeing her finally having fun. She endured so much in her short 19 years, and this was the first time she acted like anything but an adult. When she was out of breath, she returned to the bench and grabbed Dean's hand.

She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.

"What is it Mad?"

Madison closed her eyes and concentrated. Finally Dean heard it.

"SSSsss-mmm?" she said with hopeful eyes.

She was asking about Sam, her first word since she awoke from her coma. Shit, Dean thought. How would he explain this one?