Sam insisted on snapping a picture of Dean and Finn with her fake belly on his phone. His brother was grinning like a fool and giving him the thumbs up while the brunette next to him looked somewhat annoyed, but smiled anyway. "You guys are gonna get this one. Call me if you need anything."

"Will do." Dean smoothed out his sweater. "Let's get a move on, hm honey?" That made Finn blush and swat at his arm before they headed towards the door. Sam grinned at the pet name as the two exited the motel room, the cheap wooden door closing behind them. He heard the familiar rumble of the impala's engine start up a moment later as he cropped the picture he'd just taken on his cell phone. It started to ring and Garth's name flashed across the screen.

"Hey buddy, how's it going?"

"Great Sam. How about you guys? How's Finn?"

Sam's brow furrowed; he'd gotten her a new cell phone last month. Hadn't she contacted her oldest friend in the last month she'd been with the Winchesters? "She hasn't called?" He couldn't conceal his surprise and luckily, Garth didn't take offense.

"No. I tried calling her on her new number and she hasn't returned any of my calls." Garth sounded defeated. "I know the last time we talked was the night she got there and I was pretty pissed..."

"Garth, you were worried. You can't beat yourself up for being concerned about her. I get it. It's hard to watch someone you care about spiral downward and give up the fight to claw themselves back out of the hole they're in."

On the other end of the line, the other man sighed. "Are we talking about Finn or Dean?"

Sam smiled a tiny bit. "Either. Both. She's gonna be alright. We're actually hunting now up in Lincoln, Nebraska."

"She's hunting again?"

"We eased her in a week ago with two salt and burns. She was ready, I think."

Garth cleared his throat and lowered his voice some. "Don't let her act fool ya... she hides a lot and no one knows that better than me."

"You guys dated some, right?" Sam dared to ask, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"Right." There was so much more behind his one word answer. Sam waited patiently for Garth to continue. "She hides a lot behind that smile of hers."

"I can promise you, she's safe with us." Sam took a sip from his bottle of water before recapping it, sitting it down next to his laptop on the table. "I'll tell her to call you when her and Dean get back, alright?"

"I'd appreciate that very much. Whenever you guys get done there, maybe you could make your way up toward me and have dinner or something?" There was hope laced in his quiet question.

"That sounds amazing. I'd love to see you and Bess." Sam sincerely meant that."Talk to ya soon."

"Thanks Sam." The call disconnected.

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Dean pulled into the east wing of the hospital and shifted into park near the main entrance. "You alright?" He looked over at Finn who took a couple deep breaths. "Finn?" The brunette relaxed some before she spoke.

"I'm nervous." She admitted quietly, looking out the windshield at a woman in light blue scrubs who was walking towards the front entrance. He turned the engine off and jingled his keys.

"Me too."

"What if this doesn't work?"

"It'll work." Dean slid his hips forward in the seat and reached in his pocket, digging around until he found what he was looking for. "Almost forgot." He withdrew his hand, a ring between his index finger and thumb. "Picked this up at a pawn shop... hopefully it fits ya." The dainty ring was rose gold with a smallish emerald cut diamond.

"Boy, were you busy this morning." Finn slid it on her left ring finger, holding her hand out to admire it. "It's beautiful, actually." Her eyes moved from her hand to Dean, who wore a soft smile. "Thank you, Dean."

"Well, it's yours then." Dean moved his own ring to his left ring finger. "So as far as our backstory... we've been married five years, just moved in from Houston. Jobs brought us here." He looked over at Finn, who was admiring her ring again, making him smile wider. "You want a boy or girl?"

"Boy."

"Our boy is due..." He paused as he counted back the months. "In August. You're about seven months in, alright? What is that? 28 weeks or so?"

Finn blinked at his words. "Yeah."

"Let's go." Dean got out and walked around the car to open her door. He pulled her out gently and she pushed at his hands unconsciously. "Sweetheart," His hands clasped hers firmly and she looked up at him with wide eyes, her belly touching his. "Don't do that." Dean's murmur barely reached her ears.

"Do what?"

"Push me away. I'm supposed to be your husband. We don't know who might already be watching us."

Finn closed her eyes. "I'm sorry, Dean..." She felt him lean in to kiss her forehead. Dean felt her flinch at the affectionate contact. "I just keep..." There was a sense of shame in her demeanor and he sighed, his lips against her forehead for a few more seconds.

"Finn, I'm not him." Dean whispered and she nodded, her eyes closing for a few seconds until he pulled back some to eye her and gauge her emotions. "Alright?"

That made a fresh batch of tears well up in her eyes. "I know."

"I need to either hold your hand or you hold my arm or something. Just relax, alright? Take a couple deep breaths." Dean's thumbs smoothed over her knuckles in what he hoped was a soothing gesture. "Walk slow, you're pregnant, Finn. I'm right here with you. We got this."

"We got this." She repeated, dropping her gaze from his. Dean let go of her hands and let her slide her right hand around the crook of his left arm as they headed at a slower pace that either one of them was used to across the lot to the main entrance. There were signs directing them towards the atrium of the medical center and they kept their eyes open for anything suspicious.

"Hello there," An overly perky blonde smiled from behind the glass as they approached the desk in the labor and delivery department. "You must be Mr. and Mrs. Abernathy."

"That we are." Both managed smiles and she reached down for a pack of papers.

"I'll buzz you in through the door on your left."

"Thank you," Dean spoke and he felt Finn grip his bicep a little more. He patted her hand comfortingly and the door opened to allow them entry onto the locked unit. The blonde shook both their hands before she started her spiel about the unit and all it had to offer the couple.

"I'm Alissa, the unit coordinator. I have this informational folder for you," She handed the pink and blue glossy folder to Dean. "Just contact numbers and a bunch of coupons and such for the very near future." Alissa focused on Finn. "So how far along are you?"

"Uh," For a second, she blanked, feeling her face flush at her mistake.

"Twenty eight weeks and ain't that pregnancy brain a bitch." Dean spoke, a dazzling smile on his mouth. "We're having a boy, our first."

"That is so exciting." Alissa waved them on around the corner. "Up here are the suites. We want our new parents to feel comfortable at all times and we actually deliver and recover in the same rooms. They're set up as both so if there should be a problem with mom or baby, we wont lose precious minutes moving them to another area for intervention."

"That is so important." Dean bullshitted like the expert he was.

"And spouses are encouraged to take an active role and spend the nights here until mom and baby are discharged. There are extra beds in the rooms so we can make you as comfortable as possible." Alissa went on, pulling open a door to a vacant room to show the suites to the couple.

"How long is the average stay after birth?" Finn asked quietly.

"Average stay is three days. Our lactation consultant is also on call 24 hours a day. Are you planning on breastfeeding your little one?"

"Um, I guess so."

"Breast is best." The blonde giggled and Dean patted Finn's hand in the crook of his arm. "This is the room for the newborns." There were a couple babies swaddled in plastic bins behind the wall of glass and each had a nurse in light blue scrubs attending to them.

"This unit is secure?" Dean asked his next question. "I just want to make sure my wife and our baby are safe at all times."

"Of course." Alissa answered smoothly. "We have an attendant 24 hours a day at the nursing station to man to door as well as cameras on every hallway on this unit."

"I don't mean to be paranoid, but is someone watching those cameras all the time?" He pressed even further. His question seemed to surprise her and she swallowed, her confident facade suddenly wavering.

"They are recording 24 hours a day and if there's ever an issue, then we review the footage."

"So... no one's watching them now?"

"No." Alissa glanced at the door down the hallway, presumably at the door housing their ample security cameras. "If you'll both step down this way, I can get you set up for an appointment with the lactation consultant and have you fill out a few forms..." Dean patted her hand again and this time she took his cue.

"I am so sorry, Alissa," Finn managed to look embarrassed. "I really have to pee."

Alissa grinned knowingly and pointed down the hallway towards the security door. "Third door on your left. We can wait for you right here."

"She'll find us. I'd love to get those forms filled out as soon as possible." Dean spoke up, getting the blonde's attention away from Finn. "We actually have to get to her ultrasound here very shortly and I don't want to be late..."

"Of course..." Alissa led him around the corner and he shot her a look before she ducked out of sight.

Finn walked down the hallway and to the security door. It was surprisingly unlocked, but holes for a lock had been drilled, but not yet installed on the new unit. She slipped inside and eight cameras were up on two computer screens. She scanned them both, waiting for the shifter.

She saw Dean and Alissa in a room filling out some papers. Alissa laughed at something he said, but there was no flare visible in the blonde's gaze, although she did seem to be checking out Dean, which sorta pissed her off. He was supposed to be her husband and the way that Alissa was eyeing him up reminded her of some school girl having a crush on her male teacher or something.

Nurses milled up and down the hallways and into the nursing station but there was nothing for her to see until she glanced up at the office camera and saw a second woman had joined them. Dean shook her hand after what seemed to be an introduction and Finn watched as she collected the papers from him before turning to leave.

There it was.

Finn slipped out of the room undetected and headed towards the office where Dean and Alissa were chatting. "Hey sweetheart."

"I'm suddenly not feeling real good."

"Do you want some water?" Alissa was immediately feigning concern and Finn forced herself not to roll her eyes.

"I'm okay. Just need to get a snack." Finn looked at Dean pointedly and he got the hint. "You fill out the paperwork, honey?"

"Yeah, the lactation consultant just left actually." He paused. "But dumb me forgot our new address. You're sure it's alright if I stop up later on to drop that off, Alissa?" He flashed the blonde another smile and she nodded eagerly.

"Of course. I'm here until six."

"Perfect." Dean's warm hand found Finn's lower back. "C'mon, we'll get ya something to eat, sweetheart." They were escorted to the door and they left the labor and delivery unit. Finn managed to wait until the elevator was closed before she spoke.

"It's the lactation chick."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah. Retinal flash. No doubt."

"We gotta have Sam find us a someplace so we can give this thing an address to come to."

Finn looked down at her belly, then leaned forward to look at her flat dress shoes. "How would you even put your shoes on? Sheesh."

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Rick was sitting in front of the laptop, scanning the screen for any recent activity on her credit cards Josie had for emergencies. Again and again over the last couple weeks, his search had come up empty. He swore softly before reaching to his right for the amber glass bottle. To his dismay, it was already empty, along with two others. Pushing back from the office desk, his angry pacing was halted by the ringing of her cell phone.

It was a private number and he picked it up before thumbing it on. "Hello?" There wasn't a reply and Rick spoke again, a little more insistence. "Hello?"

"Stop looking for her."

"Excuse me?" A chill worked its way down his spine at the sinister tone on the other end. "Who the fuck is this?"

The line disconnected and he threw her phone against the wall.

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Hey y'all!

First, I'm so sad that the guys announced season 15 would be the last. :(

Second, HOLY CRAP tonight's episode was freaking crazy! I won't spoil it for those who haven't seen it yet, but just wow.

Third, special shout outs to SaphyraBlu13 and EmilyAnnMcGarrett-Winchester for your reviews on the last chapter. Love you both and you make my day! Thanks to those who are following this story as well!

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