She could hear Bobby talking on the phone but she couldn't make out what he was saying. She just curled deeper into the couch, one hand holding onto the blanket tightly while the other held onto Dean who was buried deep into her side.

Coming back from the doctor was a blur, she couldn't really remember getting back or even driving at all. She did remember coming back to Bobby's place and thrusting the papers into his hands before going to lay down on the couch. Dean had immediately come to her side and clung to her while Bobby cursed under his breath as he read the doctors notes.

Bobby then made the call to the doctor to talk to him, Mary had to speak on the phone to give him permission to talk to Bobby, but after that Bobby just spoke in the kitchen after covering her with a thick blanket.

Dean didn't really understand and honestly, she didn't have the energy to explain to him what was happening. All she wanted to do was lay there and hold Dean to her and just...not do anything.

After what seemed like forever Bobby came back out into the living room with a grave expression on his face. When Dean turned to look he tried to school his expression to not worry him. He sat down on the couch at Mary's feet and took a deep breath.

"Alright, so now we've got this." he said. "But it goes back to what I was saying. That you can't leave, especially now."

Mary just nodded, pulling Dean closer to her. Dean didn't put up a struggle, just curled more into her side as much as he could.

"So now...you're on bedrest for the rest of the pregnancy, doc doesn't even want you to move around to get food, I'll bring it to you or the tyke will." Bobby continued. "Sorry to say it but he doesn't even want you to drive around so, for the time being, it's bed and couch only."

Five months. Five months. She can do five months of this.

"I'll bring you books and the radio and stuff so you got things to do. And everything else I'll take care of." Bobby told her. "And I'll drive whenever you have to go to the doctors, won't go in if you don't want me to."

"Should, need someone else there." Mary mumbled.

Bobby nodded. "Alright." he said simply, rubbing his hands on the side of his pants. "Want something to eat or drink?"

Mary shook her head at that, turning onto her side as best as she could and holding Dean to her. "I'm good. Thanks."

Bobby nodded once more, just watching her a bit helplessly. "Mary," he said gently. "It's going to be alright. Your baby is going to be alright. It'll be a bit boring and drive you crazy but you're just gonna have to take it easy and relax. Everything is gonna be alright."

Mary closed her eyes and just held onto Dean, her mind felt simultaneously blank and running a thousand miles an hour.

She had no idea what to do and how to handle this. Especially if...if the unthinkable happened.

If that happened...what was she going to do? How would she handle it? She would still have Dean, and Dean needs her no matter what.

If...if it happened...she didn't have any other choice. She'd have to keep going. She'd have to keep going to Canada with Dean and create a life for the both of them there and deal with what had happened for the rest of her life.

Mary swallowed hard, letting go of the blanket so that her hand could go down to her stomach. She felt the bump there and pressed against it, trying to let its mere presence calm her down. She felt Dean shift against her and could feel his eyes on her.

Finally, she opened her eyes to look down at her son. Dean's eyes were reddened and full of tears as he looked up at her. He didn't say anything, just tightened his small fists into her shirt.

Mary reached out and gently touched his cheek, using the pad of her finger to wipe away one of his tears. Dean closed his eyes, rubbing at his eyes.

"Why is mama sad?" he whispered, coughing a few times. "Mama?"

"I'm sad...because Sammy is sick." Mary told him. She heard Bobby's sharp intake of breath at that but...she needed to tell Dean something. "Sammy is really sick."

Dean whimpered at that. "So you gotta go to the doctor." he told her, reaching out to touch her stomach as well on top of her hand.

"I did. The doctor is trying to make Sammy be better." Mary told him, reaching up to stroke his hair back, it was starting to get a bit long, she was gonna have to cut it. "But it takes time."

"But Sammy is sick now." Dean insisted. "He's gotta get better now."

"He will be." there was no other option, he was going to get better. "He will be baby." Mary reached for him and wrapped her arms around him, moving enough so that he could wrap his arms around her neck. "He's going to be okay."

I do not own Supernatural.

131/366

I do take requests so if you have requests you can send them to me.