A/N: This was actually the very first chapter of the story that I ever wrote, on a bunch of index cards. I worked kinda out of order on this fic. Another side tidbit: The song used at the end of this chapter is actually the only reason Angie has the name she does. I originally had no idea what to call her, so I kept flipping names around to see what fit best. And when I was done writing, I just started humming The Rolling Stones song "Angie," and I thought, "That would be great to use here, if her name was Angie... that's it!" lol.

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CHAPTER TWENTY – WHAT TO DO? PART 2

Dean opened the motel room door and slumped into the nearest chair.

"Back so soon?" Sam asked from the bed. He was watching some random show on TV.

Dean put his hand on his head as he leaned forward. "Angela's pregnant."

Sam blinked. "Oh. Sorry, Dean. But if she's got someone else, there's nothing you can do about it…"

"You don't understand," Dean continued. "It's my kid."

Sam sat up, now in full attention. "What?"

"That's what I said."

"Dean, you let that happen and you still wonder whether or not you even like her?"

"I've figured that much out," Dean reminded. "But not this. I've never even considered parenthood."

"You hate kids," Sam commented.

"Apparently, so does she," Dean said. "She's considering an abortion."

"What did you tell her?" Sam asked.

"I don't know! I don't know what to do here! Out of all the things I've gone up against, this has got to be the most confusing."

"Easy," Sam said, trying to calm his brother down. Dean had never been good with emotions, so whenever he was forced to face them, things were always bound to get dicey.

"Sorry," Dean apologized, cooling off. "What do you think?"

"Dean, you can't ask me. This is your future here. You and Angie have to decide for yourselves."

"Gee, thanks for taking the pressure off it," Dean said sarcastically.

"It's the truth. Go talk to her," Sam urged.

"…Alright. See you later."

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Angela stared blankly at the TV in front of her.

Papa don't preach

I'm in trouble deep

Papa don't preach

I've been losin' sleep

But I've made up my mind

I'm keeping my baby

"There's no way you could be that confident about it, Ester," Angela commented as she watched Madonna dance around the screen. She turned off the TV as she heard a noise outside her window.

"Dean?" she asked, puzzled at the sight of him crawling into her room. "What are you doing? Just because I live with my parents doesn't mean you can't use the door. They're not even home."

"…Well, this is more fun," Dean smirked. He stood up. "I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"Answer me honestly, Dean. How much sleep do you think I've gotten in the past two weeks?"

"Right," Dean mumbled. They stood there awkwardly for a minute.

"Have you been thinking?" Angela asked.

"Yeah."

"And what are you thinking now?"

"I'm thinking… we're in trouble."

Angela sighed. "We've already established that."

"Well I'm sorry if I have no clue what to do here! I've been thinking about this for over three hours and I still can't get past the fact that you're pregnant!"

"Calm down," Angela said. "I know, it's a lot to handle."

Dean was trying his hardest not to have a full-on emotional breakdown. "I don't know how to be a father."

Angela put her hand on his shoulder. "Well then, don't be. If you think the right decision is an abortion, don't be afraid to say it. That's not gonna make you a bad person."

"You've heard of the kind of stress these things cause. It could destroy both of us."

Angela paused. "I know. I feel half-destroyed already. …Dean, if you really want me to come with you, we could make it work-"

"No, that's too dangerous," Dean reminded. "Which… brings us right back to option number one." He sighed, trying to think of something else. "Adoption?"

"Do you have any idea how old Italian Catholic ladies would react if they saw their granddaughter or their great-niece pregnant before she's married?" Angie asked. "That's like, half of my family. They'd shun me. And not to mention the whole town would do the same thing, or at least talk behind my back. It's best that no one knows."

"Just great…" Dean mumbled, shaking his head. "Are you sure there's not some way we could have some kind of family?"

"Dean, I've had two weeks to contemplate this whole thing. I know it's a hell of a lot to swallow for you right now… but you know that if this hadn't happened, there's no way we could even be a couple. Our lives are too different. It was just the wrong place at the wrong time. So, I think…"

Dean knew he couldn't keep his composure much longer. He abruptly sat down on Angela's bed and put his face in his hands. Angela sat down next to him and got a box of tissues.

"I face entities that could rip me in half every day. You're the one that's pregnant. I shouldn't be the one who's scared and bawling."

"You're not bawling, Dean," Angela sniffled, taking a tissue. "And you have every right to be scared. This is a completely normal reaction."

"Would you please stop analyzing everything, you crazy smart person?" Dean asked.

Angela cracked a smile. "Alright. C'mon. We have to make a decision. This isn't gonna go away if we ignore it."

Dean nodded understandingly. "…I don't want you to have to give up your baby because of me."

"So what, you want me to have the kid and then raise it alone so you can see it twice a year between ghost hunts?"

"Pretend I'm a rock star," Dean smirked.

"Yeah, minus the amazing income," Angela reminded. "Do you know how much it costs to raise a kid? We don't have that. And credit card fraud isn't exactly going to work in this situation. You don't have to feel obligated to be Mr. Family Man, Dean."

"I know, it's just… this might be my only chance, y'know? My job doesn't exactly leave room for much of a personal life. Even if I hate kids, just knowing that I've got one…"

"You'll have plenty of time for this, Dean. When you're more prepared. We'll both have other chances. But not now. Neither of us is ready." She took a deep breath. "I think we both know what the most practical decision is here."

Dean placed a wary hand on Angela's stomach, as a goodbye to the child he would never get to know.

……………………………………………………

"Are you going in now?" Dean asked Angela as she came back over to him.

"No, I still have a few minutes," she replied, sitting back down in the uncomfortable waiting room chair.

"Now, you're sure you're okay with this?" Dean asked once again. "Because, you know, you're probably going to go through a lot of grief afterwards."

Angela smiled. "It's sweet that you worry about me so much, Dean."

"Well… I love you," Dean replied.

Angela rested her head on his shoulder. "You shouldn't."

……………………………………………………

Dean pulled the car over in front of Angela's house and took the keys out of the ignition.

"Here we are," he said. "You okay getting inside?"

Angela nodded. "I'll be fine."

"And you're sure you don't want me to stay with you… at least for a little while?"

"Dean, you have obligations to things far more important than me. I'll be fine. I think it's best if we continue with our lives rather than wallow, or we'll never be able to move on."

"Right," Dean understood.

"Thank you, Dean… for everything." They hugged in what would normally be a tearful and poignant moment, but somehow, they managed to keep everything together. Angela handed Dean a piece of paper. "Call me sometime," she instructed.

"Of course," he replied, taking it from her. After over a year of wanting her phone number, now he didn't need it. Dean knew that as soon as he left her that night, he would become the world's most stubborn lovesick fool. If he was ever going to call her, it wouldn't be for a long time.

"Bye," Angela said.

"Bye, Angie." Dean kissed her, and she got out of the car.

Dean started up the engine as he watched her walk inside. He took once last gaze up at her window, and saw her looking back at him. She waved, and he waved back before driving off.

My Angie, My Angie

When will those clouds all disappear?

Angie, Angie

Where will it lead us from here?

With no lovin' in our souls

And no money in our coats

You can't say we're satisfied

But Angie, Angie

You can't say we never tried

Angie

You're beautiful

But ain't it time we said goodbye?

Angie

I still love you

Remember all those nights we cried?

All the dreams we held so close

Seem to all go up in smoke

Let me whisper in your ear

Angie, Angie

Where will it lead us from here?

Oh, Angie, don't you weep

All your kisses still taste sweet

I hate that sadness in your eyes

But Angie, Angie

Ain't it time we said goodbye?

With no lovin' in our souls

And no money in our coats

You can't say we're satisfied

But Angie

I still love you, baby

Everywhere I look, I see your eyes

There ain't a woman that comes close to you

Come on baby, dry your eyes

Angie, Angie

Ain't it good to be alive?

Angie, Angie

You can't say we never tried

A/N: I did not write this story as an arguement for or against abortion. In fact, when I first came up with the idea, I was going to have everything turn out with a happy ending. (This story's not done yet!) But then I realized that in real life, not everything has a happy ending, and those stories are told far less times. Plus, this sort of thing deepens the characters. You still have every right to hate me, tell me off, or stop reading. I figured it would happen when I knew how controversial a thing I was dealing with here. At first, I was even afraid to post the story. I contemplated changing everything I had planned out, just to avoid offending people. But instead, I decided to stick with my original plot. So, bring on the hate mail!