A/N: You know I can't resist updating on the date of 6/6/06... lol. Or is "muahaha" more festive? Hmm...
The song used in this chapter is "Under Pressure" by Queen & David Bowie. It's that song that when you hear it, you think "Vanilla Ice!" and then hear this weird "um ba bay" thing and think "huh?" I actually took all the "um ba bay"s out, because they kind of took away from the actual lyrics too much.
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CHAPTER NINETEEN – WHAT TO DO? PART 1
Angela took a deep breath. "I didn't want you to know so soon," she apologized. "Not until I could sort everything out."
"Are… are you sure?" Dean stuttered. The shock was affecting his ability to form simple sentences. Angela nodded. "Okay… wow."
"Yeah, that was my reaction, too."
"When did you find out?" Dean asked.
"About two weeks ago," Angela answered. She looked down at the pavement. "To be honest, Dean… sometimes I wondered if maybe I shouldn't tell you at all. I thought maybe I could just settle everything on my own, because we both know how much this would screw up our lives. And then you come in here and tell me you love me… How did you come to that revelation, anyway?"
"Metallica," Dean answered.
Angie had to smirk at something so characteristically Dean for a second, but then went back to her worried face. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes. Dean hugged her.
"I do love you," he said. Then he thought about what she'd just told him. "…When you say, 'settle everything,' you mean…" Angela looked at him. "Let's talk inside."
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"I honestly don't know if I can handle being a mother," Angela said, letting her head sink down close to the table in the booth they were sitting at. "It's gonna be really hard, y'know? And I don't exactly have the best job here."
"Well… you'll have me," Dean assured.
"You're off fighting evil all the time. We can't even work as a couple, how the hell are we gonna be parents?" Dean didn't answer. "I don't even like kids that much," Angela continued.
"Me either," Dean admitted.
"You see? I'm sorry to say it, but… I think it would be best if I just got an abortion."
"What? This is a child we're talking about here!" Dean reminded.
"Since when did you find religion?"
"I didn't, but…" Dean trailed off. "This is something I never thought I'd have to think about."
"Ditto," Angela sighed. "But I have been thinking about it. Every time, I always come back to that."
"We could make it work somehow," Dean tried to ensure. "I could stay."
"Aren't the police after you or something?" Angie asked, reminding him of why he didn't stay in the same place for too long. "And plus, you have to find that demon, for your sake as well as Sam and your dad's. I don't want you worrying about a kid on top of that."
"Too late," Dean muttered.
Angela sighed. "I know. But, if we both aren't good with kids…"
"We're the ones who got ourselves into this mess."
"I realize that. But Dean, it's not like this is gonna be a few weeks and then you can go back to your life. We're talking about eighteen years here. At least." Dean once again didn't answer. "This is a small town, Dean. They frown upon the whole unwed mother thing. What's better, have a kid and suck at raising it, or not have one at all?"
"I've only known about this for fifteen minutes. How do you expect me to answer that?"
"I don't. Everything I'm saying to you, I'm saying to me as well." Angela paused to wipe a few tears off her face. "I don't know what to do."
Dean took her hand. "Whatever you decide…"
"Whatever we decide," Angela insisted. "I don't want you to anything you don't want to just to make me happy."
"…Just give me some time to think." Angela nodded. Dean got up from the booth. "I'll meet you back at your place in a few hours."
"Okay," Angela replied. They headed out to the parking lot.
Pressure
Pushin' down on me
Pressin' down on you
No man asks for
Under pressure
That burns a building down
Splitsa family in two
Puts people on streets
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming 'Let me out!'
Pray tommorow takes me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets
Chippin' around
Throw my brains round the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
People on streets
People on streets
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming 'Let me out!'
Pray tommorow takes me higher, higher, high...
Turned away from it all like the blind man
Sat on the fence, but it don't work
Keep comin' up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why, Why, Why?
Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love, give love...
Cause love's such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the light
And love dares you to change our way of caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under Pressure
A/N: I warned you guys back at the beggining of the story, this was going to get controversial...