I'm so sorry for the delay. Life gets crazier the closer I get to my ship date. And my sister, brother-in-law and neice are visiting. I love the tiny white-blonde haired blue-eyed baby but she went exorcist on my jeans. Seriously mushed green peas on my jeans. Blech.

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Cait sat, humming a familiar '80s song, tapping the drumbeat out on the medical table she sat on. "Hit me with your best shot..." she half hummed, half sang under her breath.

In a chair next to the medtable, Dean watched her with amusement. "Benetar?"

She nodded, swinging her legs distractedly. "Yep." She shifted uncomfortably on the table, making the paper covering on it crinkle loudly. She made a face at the sound. "Why is it that we have vests that can stop bullets but we can't make a covering for a medical cover that isn't paper? I feel like a piece of meat at the butcher's."

Dean smiled. "You have to admit though, that gown's pretty hot." He grinned one of his sleazier smiles.

She craned her head around so that she could get a view of her back. The thin cotton gown tied in the back and gapped widely when not held in place. She rolled her eyes as she turned back to him.

She opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the door opening and a doctor walking into the room.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Tam. You would be Ms. Statham?" He asked, consulting her file. After Cait nodded, he looked back down at the file. "Okay, your stats are all normal; heart rate, blood pressure, weight, everything. You're right on track for twenty weeks into a healthy pregnancy."

Cait and Dean shared relieved looks. She hadn't been too worried, mostly because of the fact that she'd spent more than a few hours with her nose stuck in several pregnancy books. She had a handful stashed all over her Charger, and even one hidden in the Impala.

Dean, however, had silently been going over every possible way the situation could go wrong. Whenever she fell asleep before him, or woke later, he'd watch her sleep and worry over the idea that something bad could happen to either her or the baby.

It seemed that worrying was now one of Dean's official hobbies, just above hustling, cheating at poker and making fun of Sam. Before it had been further down the list, just under 'sleeping with random skanks.' now that item was gone and Cait, the baby, and even Jilly were added to his 'To Worry About List,' joining his dad and his brother.

"You the father?" The doctor asked Dean after a moment of checking out the file further. Dean nodded. "Okay, so you two ready for the sonogram?"

"Sona-what?" Dean repeated.

"A sonogram machine is one that uses sound waves to create an image of the fetus." The white-coated man told him, without looking up from the file he was inspecting still.

"A what?" Dean said with a blank look.

"The machine scans the baby and shows us a picture of the baby." Cait interpreted.

He nodded. "Okay."

The doctor was still reading Cait's file. He was looking more and more surprised the further along he got in it. He looked up at his patient.

"You had an absence seizure at when you were eighteen months?" He asked in astonishment.

She shrugged. "Yeah."

"There's no mention here of any cause for it." He flipped over the page he was looking at.

She shrugged again. "They found none. They did some testing again when I got older, but still found nothing."

The doctor nodded and returned back to looking through the file. "Uh, pull the sheet up to just under your stomach and pull your gown up to just over it."

Cait followed his instructions while Dean discreetly moved to block the doctor's view. He didn't want any other guys, doctor or not, checking out his girlfriend...or whatever she was.

"Ex-military?" He questioned.

"Yeah, six years. U.S. Navy, fourth generation." She told him, the paper beneath her crinkling again as she finished adjusting her gown.

Dr. Tam looked impressed as he kept reading. "You've been shot, stabbed, hit by a car, nearly strangled, had sixteen bones broken and dislocated your right shoulder twice."

She tilted her head and nodded. "Uh huh." She didn't seem to notice either Dean or the doctor's stunned looks. "It's just a mix of childhood clumsiness and misadventures in foreign countries."

"Well then..." Dr. Tam said after a moment, setting the file down. He pulled up a stool next to the medtable, along with a small machine with a monitor on a rolling stand.

Dean moved to stand on the other side. Cait slid her hand into his and smiled at him.

After warning her about the temperature, Dr. Tam spread some clear gel on her rounded stomach. He ran the machine wand over her belly, until a somewhat clear black and white image flickered onto the monitor.

Both Cait and Dean stared at the picture in amazement. Neither could quite believe that it was of their baby. She squeezed his hand, and her eyes filled with moisture, much to her dismay. Dean felt like he had a concrete block in his throat, making it hard to swallow.

The doctor looked over the surprisingly clear image on the machine's screen, then he looked at the couple in front of him. "Would you two care to find out the sex?" When they both nodded, he inspected the picture a little closer. "By my guess it's about a ninety-five percent accuracy that you're having a little girl."

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Dean and Cait returned to the motel room, each with a copy of the sonogram picture in hand. They ended up separating to talk their respective relatives.

Cait lay on her back on the bed, sprawled out beside Jilly who was lying across the bed on her stomach. She handed her cousin the photo and smiled widely. Jilly held the picture in her hand and grinned at the other girl.

"Cait, this is fantastic!" She trailed a finger over the outline of the baby's head. "You can really see all her arms and legs."

Cait laughed. "I know. It's so amazing." She took a deep breath and released it slowly. "Although it is hard to believe sometimes that there's this little person growing in my belly."

Jilly snickered. "When you say it like that it makes it sound like you swallowed Tom Thumb whole or something." She promptly received a pillow across the face in response. "Okay, okay...it's not like I was going to make a Jonah and the whale reference." She giggled when she was hit with the pillow again.

"Jonah and the whale? You are so weird." Cait stretched with a yawn. "Besides it's not like we grew up Christian or anything. We grew up worshipping action movie stars and historical figures of peace."

Jilly laughed. "I remember...your heroes were your dad, Dolph Lundgren and Superman."

Cait elbowed her cousin in the ribs. "So? Yours were Speedy Gonzales, Chuck Norris and Batman."

"That's cause Batman would so kick Superman's ass."

Cait scoffed. "Uh huh, sure. In Bizarro World. In the real world Superman could kill Batman with his pinky."

"Real world? Caiti...they're superheroes." Jilly blew Cait a raspberry.

The conversation quickly degenerated from there.

In the other room Sam was staring down at the sonogram printout Dean had handed him. He tried looking at it from different angles. He even rotated it ninety degrees in every direction.

"This is the kid?" He asked after several long moments. "Honestly, I don't see it."

Dean glared at his brother. He snatched the picture out of Sam's hands and flipped it upright. "You were looking at it upside down, dumbass." He shoved it back to his brother.

"Oh." Sam said, looking sheepish. "For a minute there I was thinking that you'd fathered the newest glimpse of Nessie or something."

"Dude, shut up." Dean grabbed the remote and began flipping through the TV channels.

Sam looked closer at the photo. "Hey I see it!" He said after a moment. "It's kind of like one of those pictures you have to squint at to see clearly."

Dean rolled his eyes. "For a college boy you are pretty dense sometimes you know that?" He finally settled on one of those forensics shows. "Awesome, I haven't seen this episode."

Sam turned towards his brother. "Wow, it hadn't quite hit me before. That you're gonna be a dad in four months. Scared?"

"No." Dean's denial was immediate. "Okay, so it's kinda starting to freak me out. I hadn't quite let it reach me until I felt her move. All of a sudden the baby changed from this vague idea to this solid tiny person." He looked thoughtful for a moment before pointing a threatening finger at his brother. "But say one word to anyone about anything I just said and you'll die a horribly painful death."

"Aw, Deany...that was almost a fluffy moment." Sam said in a faux-sugary voice. "Hold me."

"Bite me jackass. And don't call me Deany. Makes me sound like a transsexual stripper."

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Dolph Lundgren - Swedish star played a Russian soldier in Red Scorpian. Also played a Russian boxer in Rocky whatever-the-hell. Like 6'7" and literally a rocket scientist. Coolest Swedish wanna-be Russian ever. And there have been a lot.

Speedy Gonzales - Mexican cartoon mouse. Loved that cartoon. They canceled it because it was 'offensive.' Hell, I watched it at my Mexican-American babysitter's house in San Diego, she loved it. SG kicked some major ass, so what if he wore a sombrero?

Oh and the seizure thing. Not a plot point. I was bored and added something from my own medical file.

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1989 - Monticello, California

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John cracked his neck wearily, he was beginning to think that if he drove one more goddamn mile without sleep that his spine would permanently fuse together. He'd been driving all day after fleeing the motel with his sons, after finding out that his son was in trouble for 'playing doctor' with the Mayor's nine-year-old daughter.

It was the first time Dean had been caught in the act of getting under the clothes of a daughter of some small town's major player. But John doubted it would be the last, the boy had just reached the age of ten and he was already way too goddamn curious for his own good. Not to mention the good of John, he was liable to get an ulcer at the rate things were going with the boy.

John had been at the diner when he'd found out about Dean's little escapade, and had packed up the boys in a hurry and drove out of town before they'd been forced out. Apparently the mayor was fuming, and was known for holding a grudge. John had quickly scratched Tempura from the list of towns they were welcome in. He scratched his head and wondered how long it would be before their were no more small towns left on the list.

He'd called an old friend, one he hadn't seen in awhile, but a good one none-the-less. Long ago the pair had sworn a drunken pact that whenever one was in trouble, no matter how large or how small, that they'd head for the house of the other one. So far his friend hadn't called in a favor, but John had decided to call in his. The idea of a large house with a couple of spare bedrooms with soft beds and friends inside was more than enticing.

The Impala had just rumbled past a sign that proudly proclaimed 'Welcome to Monticello' when he heard a hated yet familiar sound, the sound of a police siren. He groaned and looked down at the speedometer and sighed when he realized he'd been going ten miles over the speed limit. Pulling the car to the side of the road, he readied his license and registration and hoped that it was a female cop he could charm.

The cop car followed him to the side of the road and came to a halt just behind his rear bumper. He couldn't see if the officer was male or female in the darkness, and he cursed the fact that it was nearly midnight. Then again speeding in the daytime probably would've drawn even more attention.

When the officer came to a stop just outside his window, which he's already rolled down to get ready, he wanted to groan loudly because it was a stern looking male officer. And they never seemed to be his fans. A charming smile may get him let off with a warning and a phone number he didn't want from a female police officer, but it usually only served to piss off the guys. They never did like the feeling of being played.

"License and registration." The officer ordered in a steady, authoratative voice. John handed them over silently. The cop looked over the documents carefully and then took a quick glance inside the car, spotting the two boys dead to the world in the back seat. "Those your boys?" He asked politely, no suspicion or malice in the words. A nice change from the times John'd heard those same words, usually followed by 'you won't believe what those monsters did...'

John nodded. "Yes sir."

The officer nodded and smiled warmly. "Have two of my own about that age. They're little devils, always getting into trouble whenever possible."

John nodded again, this time with commiseration. "I know what you mean."

The cop handed back the papers, suddenly back to business. "Purpose of visit?"

"Visiting an old friend."

The officer nodded. "Really? Who you come to see?"

John mentally crossed his fingers that his friend had given up any lingering wild ways he might have. "Jake Statham."