A/N: Sorry this took so very long... I was going to upload on Friday, but the website was being stupid, and then I had to go camping... ah, the perks of still being a Girl Scout when you're almost 16.

I know the title's stupid, but if I chose the obvious for the chapter title, it would give everything away. This one's a very short, but very important chapter. ...You'll see.

immortalwizardpirateelf-fan: You know, I didn't even think about that line when I wrote it... glad you thought it was cool!

EmSyd: Ah, my first "Awesome." Thanks!

erica222: Glad you're happy :)

Mediatorsk: Yep, guys are dense... lol.

vincesbabe: Well said about girls doing what is right! ;)

VisionGurl: I liked your review because of how enthusiastic you sounded. Thanks!

WinchestersGirl: Erm, her name is Angela... sorry, I'm sure you knew that and it was just an embarassing typo, but I had to point it out. I'm like that. :P

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN – WHAT?

"When are you gonna be back?" Sam asked as he flipped channels on the motel room TV.

"I have no idea," Dean answered. "Don't wait up." He left and headed over to the diner.

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"You're lucky her shift just ended," Angie's boss said to Dean. "I wouldn't let you talk to her if she was still working."

Dean headed over to where she stood. "Angela," he called when he got close.

She turned around to face him, and her entire expression changed. It almost looked like she was afraid. "Dean. What're you doing back here so soon?"

"I realized something after I left, Angie. I love you. And I had to let you know."

Angela blinked. "Perfect," she sighed, walking away.

"What?" Dean asked, a little ticked off at her response to say the least.

"I have to work now," Angela insisted without even turning to look at him.

"Your boss told me your shift's over."

"Dean, please, not now."

"Are you avoiding me?" He asked, following her as she walked outside.

"I said, not now!" She fumed, spinning around to face him.

"What's going on? I thought things were okay between us!"

"We're fine, it's just… I really don't wanna talk right now," Angela sighed, exasperated. She turned again to head over to her car.

"C'mon, Angela, just tell me what's wrong," Dean insisted.

She spun around angrily. "I'm pregnant!"

The words seemed to echo across the parking lot. Everything was silent. Dean felt like he'd just been hit by a ton of bricks. "What?"