The next morning, Marisa woke up to find Dean and Sam in the doorway of her hospital room. Bobby as asleep in the unoccupied bed near the window, after staying awake until 3:30 in the morning, when Dean had called to say that the hunt went well.
Marisa yawned and smiled, "Hi guys," she said softly, as Sam and Dean walked into the room.
Dean leaned down and kissed her, before she yawned again. Sam went to Bobby to wake him up, as Dean sat down on Marisa's bed.
"Feeling, okay?" he asked, as she rolled onto her back.
Marisa put one arm behind her head, while the other rested on her stomach. She nodded and Dean smiled, looking over at Sam and Bobby.
"We're going to get coffee. Marisa, do you want anything?" Sam asked, as they walked towards the door.
"Clothes. And maybe a doctor to discharge me?" she asked, making the three men laugh.
"I'll get a doctor," Sam said, before he left the room.
Dean pointed to the bag on the chair, "I have clothes for you. Real clothes, though. None of this wearing your bikini top, so that other men can gape at you," Dean said, making her laugh.
"Wow Dean, I never took you for the possessive type over a girl," she said, as the doctor came in to check on her.
Three hours later, Marisa was dressed and discharged from the hospital. She had strict orders from the doctor about staying out of the sun, drinking a lot of fluids and to see an OBGYN when she hit the fourth month period.
"Now, you better do what this doctor said, Marisa. I'm serious," Dean said, as they drove out of town.
Sam chuckled, as Marisa sighed. Now Dean was going to be very protective over her and watch her every move.
"Okay, Dean," she said, rolling down the windows in the back.
"And I think we should start discussing what we're gonna do with you and the hunts," he continued, as Marisa groaned.
"Dean, I get it! Shit, what's next? Are you gonna ban junkfood from me?" she asked, as Sam laughed.
"No, should I? Is that bad for babies?" he asked, looking at Sam, who shrug.
"Dude, don't look at me. I've never gotten anyone pregnant before," he said, shaking his head.
"Dean, just be quiet and drive the damn car," Marisa said, before laying down across the back seat.
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By the end of September, Marisa was starting to show much more. By then, she was twenty-two weeks along in her pregnancy. The morning sickness stopped, yet it didn't stop Marisa from expressing all her other changes she was going through. Gaining weight was the hardest part, and she expressed it daily, if not by every second of the day. She began to wear Dean's shirts, with the idea that people would call her fat as they walked through town. It annoyed Dean greatly, when Marisa put herself down, and had to remind her constantly that she wasn't fat.
The plus side to this pregnancy, was Marisa's high sex drive. She couldn't keep her hands-or lips- off of Dean. He felt bad for, Sam, who had to spend some nights in the car.
Marisa was sitting at the computer one evening, as Sam and Dean cleaned up after a hunt.
"You know, our baby weighs close to a pound," Marisa said, looking up from the computer screen.
Dean dropped the towel on the floor and threw his clothes into the dirty laundry bag, "Really?" he asked.
Marisa nodded, as she read the information off the many pregnancy sites she kept returning too.
"Yeah, and it can also hear our conversations more clearly," she said, and Dean shot her a look.
"It can hear us?" he asked, looking quiet frightened.
Marisa nodded, "Yeah, it can," she said, frowning.
Dean shook his head, "My kid can hear me talking dirty to it's mother. Oh my god, it can hear you talking dirty to me!" he said, pointing to his girlfriend.
She giggled and continued reading off the facts, "The eyelids and eybrows are fully formed and the finger nails have grown to the end of it's fingers. If we're having a boy, his family jewles have started the descend to the scrotum and primitive sperm has formed and he is starting to produce testosterone.." she said, skimming through.
Dean smiled, "What do you mean "if we're having a boy"? I know for a fact that we're having a boy," he said, as Marisa turned the laptop off.
Getting up, she walked over to the bed and climbed in.
"I don't care what we have, as long as it's healthy," she said, as Dean climbed into bed next to her.
Marisa turned out the lamp, and they both settled down under the sheets.
"But deep down, you want it to be a boy," Dean said, breaking the silence moments later.
