Dean flashed me a smile, and took a deep breath. He stood and rubbed his eyes. He rubbed his nose between his right thumb and pointer finger, and then dropped his hand, making a THWACK on his pant-leg. "Indi, I'm not sure why I gave you that ring, but I don't want you to assume anything, okay? I couldn't think of a nicer way to put that, so there it is."

I looked up at him in the eyes. With my mouth open slightly, I took a deep breath and nodded. "Yah—of course not." I smiled at him.

"Good," he said. "I just didn't… uh—I didn't want you uhm. Thinking—"

"Don't worry about it," I said, standing also, and taking his hands. "I know it's just a ring."

He put his arms around me, and hugged me to his chest. "But it's not just a ring… I, uh. I wanted you to wear it so that… So just in case…" He paused, and I felt his chest puff out and then back in again. "I wanted you to have it in case I never get the chance to…" Dean trailed off, pulling out of the hug, and making the hunting face… He looked away, and slightly opened his mouth as if he were trying to say something but couldn't.

I understood. Dean was trying to be sentimental, but that just wasn't his thing. The point was that I knew what he was saying, and he didn't have to make himself feel uncomfortable…

"Dean—I get it. You're not going anywhere… I'm not going anywhere… and we have plenty of time…"

He nodded, and coughed, trying to man-up his aura. "Yeah. I, uh... I should call Sam and tell him what I think…"

I nodded, sending him off with a push as he turned around. I thought about my problem, and again, wanted to tell him. First, I wanted to actually find out if I was. My period was due in the next few days, so I decided to wait it out…

*MAGGIE POV*

We walked into the library, and my eyes lit up the second I got through the door. The manga section was proudly displayed, advertising a new series. "Mags, where are you going?" Sam yelled after me. I wasn't listening; I had bolted towards the section, making my way through the aisles. I stopped at my favorite series and picked it up, peeling back the cover. "What are you doing in this section?" he asked, sounding appalled.

"SHHH! It's a library!" I said, not moving my eyes from the pages.

"We're here to look up information on the case—come on."

"Ugh, alright, alright," I said. I followed him to the history section, and found the obituaries. We ended up finding a few things, but nothing that triggered any ideas. Family history on the Walleyes was limited, and that didn't help.

After an hour of researching and finding nothing, we got to talking. Drunken girls were funny, but I wasn't like anything he'd ever dealt with before, according to him. As we sat in front of the library, staring out beyond the awning, I blushed and laughed as Sam described my behavior.

We figured we would give Dean and Indi some time alone for once. Sam said that Dean needed to tell her something, and I figured that her secret would most likely come out when they got into a deep conversation. Maybe I was hammered, but I still remembered the things my best friend told me.

It started to get a little cold, and I didn't have my sweatshirt with me. Fuck. Shivers came in random spurts. Sam had noticed that I was cold.

"Hey, here," he said, pulling his hoodie over his head. He handed it to me.

"Uhm, no that's fine. You'll be cold then." I tried pushing it back. He took it, and put it over my head. "What is it with you and giving me your clothes now?"

He smiled. "Well, you don't like when people see you half naked, and I don't like that you're cold."

I nodded slowly, wondering about his generosity. When I breathed in, all I smelled was this sweet, boyish scent. I'd recognized it from last night…

Sam's scent filled my nose, and I shivered again. "Wow, I just really have the chills…"

Sequential beeps sang from Sam's pocket. He dug for it, pulled it out and flipped it open. "Yeah?... What is it? Another one? Are you sure…?" It seemed they were talking about the case. It was obviously Dean on the other line. His voice vibrated through the phone. "Well, we did find out that a couple generations ago, one of the first born sons experienced a slow death, and before he died, the mother claimed that he told her he saw a wagon led by black horses… Yeah."

Sam hung up the phone, and got up which let me know we were leaving. I tossed him my keys, "You know how to drive a stick, right?"

He widened his eyes as he caught they keys. "Uh, yeah…"

We got in the truck, and I anticipated what would happen, but he actually really knew how to drive it. There was no bucking involved, and he didn't ride out the gears too long.