My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window, and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be gray, but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
I drank too much last night, got bills to pay
My head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today
I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply that I might not last the
day
And then you call me and it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Push the door, I'm home at last and I'm soaking through and
through
Then you handed me a towel and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down now, I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me
Dido – Thank You
Under Bobby's suggestion, Dean and I sold and packed up our house and moved to Bellwood, Nebraska, yet another small town with only four hundred and nineteen residence. It didn't take long to find a small home to rent, and we were currently in the process of moving boxes inside.
Thankfully in the month it took to get everything done, I wasn't showing at all. Not even in the slightest. I was thankful because I was a coward, too afraid to tell Dean still after all this time had passed. Every time I was about to, I came up with some excuse.
He's too tired. I'm too tired. I don't want any monsters to hear.
Honestly, I was getting sick of myself, but at the same time, I couldn't make myself get those two little words out to him, no matter how much I wanted to.
"Babe?" Dean called from behind the garage door that led straight into the kitchen where I was. I opened the door, finding him standing there balancing three boxes on top of each other.
"Oh, Jesus, Dean." I chuckled, taking the two top boxes, placing them on the counter.
"Thanks." Dean smiled, stepping inside, placing a kiss on my cheek as he put the box down. I have to tell him. I have to. It's been long enough. "There are dishes and some glasses in this one. I think those are silverware-"
"Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I- can I tell you something?"
"Sure, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just- Dean, I'm-" I stopped, the sound of Dean's cell phone ringing interrupting me. "Are you gonna answer that?"
"It can wait."
My eyes, darted down to Dean's pocket where his phone sat. Yet again, I'd lost what little courage I'd built up to tell him. With a huff, I reached into his pocket, pulling the phone out, answering it. "Hello?"
"Tori?"
"Sam?"
"Sam?" Dean asked.
"Yeah." I shrugged, putting the phone on speaker. "Hey."
"Why are you answering- whatever." Sam muttered. "Listen, I need your help. Now."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm working this job..."
"Dude." Dean huffed.
"Look, I just need you guys with me on this, okay?"
"We're out. We're staying out."
"Make an exception."
"For what?"
"Look, I'm thirty minutes away and I will drive to your door if you don't meet me."
"And what's so nuts that you gotta threaten a damn drive by?"
"This." Sam said, the phone rustling until I heard the small coos and cried of a baby. Dean and I shared a surprised look, heading for the truck.
We drove the half hour to meet Sam, parking a few feet away from his car, walking over to him as the sun set in the sky.
"Where is it?" Dean asked.
"Strapped down in the back seat." Sam said. Dean and I peered over, seeing the baby in a carseat. "Welcome to the party."
"So what do we know about this thing?"
"Well, uh, it was fast and it freaked when I cut it with silver."
"Wait, you cut it?" I asked, surprised. That wasn't like him, this was a kid.
"Well, yeah…"
"A baby?"
"What else was I supposed to do?"
"All you had to do was touch it with silver, you didn't have to cut it."
"I, uh, well I just wanted to be thorough."
Dean shot his brother a look before letting out a breath. "Okay. So if silver doesn't hurt it, that narrows it down to..."
"A ghoul? A zombie, a shifter, or about a dozen other things."
"I don't recall seeing babynapping in the profiles."
"Yeah, exactly." Sam said as the three of us got into the car, Dean in the passenger seat, Sam in the driver seat and me in the back with the baby.
"Well feel free to speak up if you know anything." Dean said, glancing back at the child next to me.
Sam started up the car, the constant dinging alerting him to the lack of locked seat belts. "Seat belts."
"What are we, in third grade? A car should drive, not be a little bitch." Dean complained. The baby let out a cry, passing cas. "Yeah, don't take it personal."
"I think we need to get some supplies." I muttered.
"I've got an arsenal in the trunk." Sam said, looking over shoulder at me.
"Not that kind."
At the store, the baby was strapped safely into the baby seat in the basket. Sam pushed the cart while Dean and I walked on either side down the baby isle, grabbing a few essentials.
"I'm pretty sure that there's some kind of paste or jelly you're supposed to put on their butt." Dean said, looking through the shelves.
"Like this?" Sam asked, pulling a tube off the shelf, reading it. "Butt-paste?"
"Yeah, grab that."
"We'll definitely need these." I said, grabbing a package of diapers off the shelf.
"How do you know all this?" Sam asked us.
"Well, Sam, it's pretty standard that babies need diapers."
Sam rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "What about everything else? The butt-paste, the formula."
"Our neighbor Tim and his wife just had a daughter. They left her with us a couple times so they could take a break every once and a while."
"So I had to make a coupe milk runs." Dean added.
"Huh." Sam muttered.
"Shut it."
"I just said huh."
"I just said shut it."
As they fought, the baby started fussing, so I put an end to it. "Guys, come on. We've got waterworks in t-minus ten, it's time to get moving."
"Yeah, okay." Sam nodded.
"Sure." Dean mumbled.
I shot them both looks, raising an eyebrow, pointing down the isle to the registers. "Go."
All of the lines were impossibly long and as we waited at the very end of one, the baby started to fuss even more, whimpering for a couple minutes before full out crying. Everyone around was staring at us, their glares disapproving.
"Make it stop." Sam muttered.
"How?" Dean asked.
"Everyone's staring at us like we're child abusers! Feed it!"
"We fed it!"
"Then what?"
"I don't know. You think I speak baby? Maybe he needs a diaper change."
"My god, I got it." I mumbled, unlatching the straps, pulling the baby out of the carrier and onto my shoulder. He rested his head in the crook of my neck, quickly quieting down as I patted his back, gently bouncing back and forth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dean staring at me, a small smile on his lips. "What?"
Dean blinked a few times, his eyes refocusing on me. "Huh?"
"What's wrong?"
"N- nothing."
"Oh, he is just adorable." An elderly woman in line smiled. "What's his name?"
Bobby. Dean muttered at the same time Sam said, John.
"Bobby John." I smiled, internally rolling my eyes.
"Hi, Bobby John. Aren't you handsome? May I?" She grinned, holding her hands towards him, pulling him out of my arms without my permission.
"Oh, well-"
"I see now, Bobby John's a little wet. No offense, you look exhausted. I don't mind. Lord knows I've changed a million diapers."
"That's a really nice offer, thank you, but um... I think we've got it." Dean said, his attitude towards the woman changing in an instant.
"Oh, it's nothing. Happy to help."
"Give me the baby before I stab you in your neck."
"Dean!" Sam called, looking at his brother in shock. Dean pointed up to a security camera feed, the woman's eyes glowing silver in the picture.
Suddenly, the shapeshifter took off, running away with the baby. We abandoned the cart, running after the woman. Dean grabbed at her, but the flesh ripped off her arm. While she was distracted, I grabbed the baby from her, quickly taking him outside. Once there, I looked back in to see Dean on top of the shapeshifter, pulling out his knife.
"Oh, Jesus." I mumbled to myself, watching as the woman screamed and a manager came over, pulling Dean off. Sam grabbed his brother's arm, the both of them rushing out of the store and over to Sam's car, where I was waiting with the baby. Dean jumped in the backseat with me, the both of us trying to get the baby back into his car seat while Sam drove away from the store.
"The hell does a shifter want with a baby, anyway?" Dean asked.
"You tell me." Sam shrugged.
"And how the hell did it find us?" I asked.
"Who designed this thing? NASA?" Dean complained, struggling with the straps.
"You know, it could have been following me this whole time." Sam said. "Since the baby's house."
"Alright, you know, we got to get off the road. Get Bobby John here someplace safe. Figure this thing out."
"It's okay." I told the clearly upset child, trying to comfort him as we finally got him secure. "It's okay."
MOTEL – DAY
After getting as far away from that store as possibly, we stopped at another one and got the things we'd need for the baby before finding a motel. I sat on the edge of the bed next to the baby, who was laying on a blanket, Dean kneeling in front of him, trying to change his diaper, something the baby clearly wasn't too happy about, kicking his feet.
"Okay, alright, you know what? I'll pay you money if you sit still." Dean told the baby, who just stared up at him with a grin. I couldn't help but smile. Dean looked up at me, letting out a frustrated sigh. "This is like defusing an IED, with poop!" Dean mumbled to himself, taking a few more minutes before closing the diaper. "Okay, alright, you are golden, Bobby John. Time to hit the hay."
"See, you got it." I smiled.
Dean smiled back at me, gently picking the baby up, holding him much like I did before, beginning to hum Smoke on the Water to him, bouncing him gently. I felt tears spring to my eyes as I watched him, imagining what it would be life if this was our baby, if things were like this was every single day.
"Dean, you're just going to make it cranky again." Sam mumbled.
"No, it's working." I said, waving Sam off.
"Okay, if I put you down, you gonna be a man about it?" Dean asked the baby, who began closing his eyes as Dean laid him in the crib. Dean turned around, seeing that I was still staring at him, my eyes misty. "What?"
"He likes you."
"What? No-"
"He does." I murmured. God, he'd be such an amazing father.
"She's right." Sam said. "You're actually not awful at that."
Dean shook his head. "I'm barely keeping that thing alive."
"No, seriously. You've got a whole Dr. Huxtable vibe coming off of you. You're like... father material. This whole time, have you guys- I mean have you talked about having kids?"
"Uh, no." Dean cleared his throat.
"Have you- have you tried to and it didn't..."
"No. No we haven't tried." I muttered.
"That's probably for the best."
"Excuse me?"
"Well, it's just...having a kid in this life, moving them around, keeping them on lockdown. How would that be any different from how we were raised?"
"No one's being shoved into this life, Sam. This is all temporary." I argued defensively.
"Dad always said it was temporary. He said it for twenty-two years. Look, I get it, you want a life away from hunting. You want to have a family. I'm just asking, how do you do that and not turn into Dad?" Sam asked.
As his words sunk in, I looked down to the floor, even more worried then before. How could I go through with this pregnancy? I wouldn't want the baby to grow up like Sam and Dean did. How I did. I wouldn't let that happen, anything would be better than that.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked. I hadn't noticed that tears were streaming down my cheeks until I looked up at him and saw the expression on his face. Dean crouched down in front of me, gently forcing me to look up into his eyes. "Baby?"
"I- I'm fine. I'm fine." I insisted, sniffling, wiping the tears off my cheeks. "I'm fine."
"Holy shit." Sam breathed. "I can't believe I missed this."
"What?" I asked, thankful for the subject change.
"This house on Elm. The mother was killed, baby was grabbed, but daddy wasn't living in the house at the time so he's still alive. What do you say we go and have a chat?"
"Yeah."
"Alright." Sam nodded, standing to his feet.
I looked over at the baby, glancing back to Dean. "You guys go, I'll stay here with him."
Dean shook his head. "Tori-"
"I'm fine, really. Go. Get this over with, okay?"
"Okay." Dean nodded, placing a gentle kiss on my lips. I melted into him, watching as he and Sam left, shutting the door behind them.
Pulling in a heavy breath, I made sure the baby was okay before going to the bed. I laid down, staring up at the ceiling and took advantage of being alone, letting my strength and resolve crumble – placing my hands on my stomach as the tears ran rapidly down my cheeks.
I stayed there sobbing for I don't even know how long until I'd dozed off, waking up to a noise and the baby crying. Just as I got up, my phone rang and I answered it. "Hello?"
"Are you okay?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. How's everything over there?"
"We talked to the father." Dean explained. "He checks out. But the baby…"
"Yeah?" I mumbled, looking over to see blood and skin all over the crib.
"I think the shapeshifter is his dad."
Fear spread through me as I looked over at the baby laying inside who was once white, but now African American, just like the baby on the package of diapers. "You think?"
Suddenly, the baby began to wail loudly. I hung up with Dean after he promised they'd be back soon and picked up the child, who still cried no matter what I did. A loud knock came from the door, startling me.
"Manager! Everything okay in there?" A man called.
"Yeah, we're fine! Thank you, goodnight."
"There's been complaints. Mind opening the door, ma'am?"
"It's really not a good time. I just got out of the shower."
The doorknob began rattling, so I put the baby back into the crib. Just as I moved towards the door, it burst open and a man dressed in a police uniform entered, pushing me back.
"Get out of the way." As he moved towards the baby, I grabbed his arms, feeling his skin shift and slip underneath my hands.
"Yeah, that's not gonna happen." I steadied myself, ducking out of the way of his fist as he moved to punch me in the face.
"That child should be with his father." The shifter said, grabbing the tops of my arms, slamming me into the wall.
"I'm not really seeing the family resemblance."
"I'm not just talking about me. I'm talking about our father." He said, rearing back to punch me again. I kicked him in the groin, kneeing him in the stomach when he doubled over, grabbing a silver blade off the table as I pushed him down to the floor, straddling him. He grabbed my wrists as I attempted to plunge the blade into his chest. I struggled against him, trying to gain the upper hand and skin the blade in.
Suddenly, the sound of a gunshot rang through the room and I looked up to see Sam standing in the doorway, his gun drawn on the shifter, a bullet wound in the side of his chest, piercing his heart. Dean rushed up behind Sam then, moving over to my side, helping me off the shifer, pulling me close to him.
As quickly as we could, we collected our things, got rid of the body and placed a now calm and sleeping baby in his car seat before driving off.
"You know, it's pretty smart, actually." Sam muttered. "I mean, shifter poses as a guard for the security company to get near the house. Then it scopes out the fam."
"Yeah, and then daddy takes off, and shifter becomes daddy. A few glasses of wine, shakes momma's trees, comes back in nine months to collect it's prize." Dean added.
"I didn't even know they had babies. I thought they were just freaks of nature, like X-Men style."
"You learn something new everyday, huh?"
"I've never seen a baby monster before."
"Well he's not really a monster." I pointed out, gaining a look from Sam. "It's just a baby. It's not his fault his dad's a shifter."
"Right, but it's a shifter, too."
"Still doesn't change the fact that we've got to look after this thing." Dean interjected. "I mean, what the hell are we going to do with it? We can't actually drop it off at an orphanage. They might get upset when it turns Asian."
"Samuel." Sam muttered.
"What?"
"Samuel. He'll know what to do."
"You want to bring him to a bunch of hunters?"
"Not just hunters. They're our family."
"We don't even know them." I said.
"Well, I do. Not every hunter is a head case. I mean, Samuel is actually a lot like you." Sam said, looking over to Dean.
Dean scoffed. "Oh, yeah? Well, I'm a fucking head case."
"Well, pitch a better idea then." Sam said, glancing between Dean and I, nodded when we stayed silent. "Great. Samuel, it is."
COMPOUND – NIGHT
It'd taken a few hours to get here, but once we did, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intimidated by the large compound Sam was driving us into. After parking, Dean got out of the car, opening the door for me as I cradled the baby in my arms. Dean made sure to keep a protective arm around the both of us as we walked inside where Gwen, Christian and Mark were standing.
Gwen walked over, gently stroking the baby's face. "Well aren't you just the best disguise a monster ever wore?" I raised an eyebrow at her, to which she rolled her eyes. "I'm kidding, Tori. Relax."
Mark walked up to us then, not saying anything, just staring. Dean shot him a look. "What, you got something to say? No? Alright, well, you stand there and think at us."
"What's our next move?" Sam asked as he and Samuel entered the room.
"I got a couple of ideas." Samuel said, walking over to my side, looking down at the baby. "Let me see the little guy."
"That's okay, I've got him." I said, keeping a hold on the baby.
"What do you think I'm going to do?"
"Do you really want me to answer that question?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"I'm curious, who exactly do you think we are?" Christian asked.
"Hunters."
"Funny, here I've been thinking we're family."
"Hey, let's not get worked up." Sam said, trying to calm down the situation.
"Yeah, let's not." Christian scoffed.
"Here, Tori, it's fine." Sam said, trying to take the baby from my arms. I looked into Sam's eyes an uncomfortable feeling passing through me.
"Why? He wants to look, he can do it from over there." I said, nodding to where Samuel stood, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Tori." Sam shot me a look. Dean rubbed my back, silently telling me to let him go.
"Please don't do anything." I pleaded, looking up at Samuel.
"I won't." Samuel said. "I just want to see him."
"Okay. Here." I let out a sigh, handing the baby over to him.
Samuel took the baby, smiling down at him. "Hey there. You're a big fella, aren't ya? Yeah. I haven't held one of these in a long time. Mary was the tiniest. She was as bald as a cue ball."
"Alright, so what the hell are we going to do with him?" Dean asked.
"Raise him."
"Raise him?"
"What, you've got another suggestion?"
"But-'
"It's dangerous out there for him, Dean."
"And what about in here? What are we gonna study him? Poke at him?"
"Your mind goes straight to torture, Dean. Don't assume that for everyone." Christian said.
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
"Sorry, I heard about what you majored in down in the Pit."
"The hell is your problem, man?"
"You're starting to become a pain in my ass."
"Funny, you've been a pain in mine since I met you." I snapped, my emotions all over the place. I couldn't keep my cool.
"You wanna say that again?" Christian asked, taking a step forward.
"You move one more inch and I promise, I will hurt you." Dean threatened through gritted teeth.
"Hey, Christian, take it easy, man." Sam called, stepping in between us and Christian.
"We all done bristling up here, or what?" Samuel asked. "Nobody's doing anything to him, Dean. When he's old enough, we throw it to him. He wants to volunteer to help out, that's fine."
"Could be great." Mark shrugged.
"How?" Dean asked.
"Think of the kind of hunter he'll grow up to be."
"You all are joking, right? I mean, come on! You can't Angelina Jolie a shapeshifter. Give me the baby." Dean demanded, reaching for him.
"Why can't you give me an inch of trust, Dean?" Samuel asked.
"Maybe because you two are suddenly back from the dead, and Tori and I seem to be the only ones who want to know how the hell that happened!
"You're not the only one who wants to know." Sam interjected.
"There's just a little too much mystery with this family for me to get comfy."
"Then don't! But don't put it on us. All we're trying to do is invite you in." Samuel said. "Christian?
"Yeah?" He replied.
"You and Arlene, still no luck on the baby front?"
"Not yet, no."
"But you want one?"
"Yeah, we do."
"Whoa, hold on-" I started.
"It's okay. it's alright." Samuel said, handing the baby to Christian. "Congrats. It's a boy, sometimes."
Christian laughed, shaking his head. "The shit I do for this family."
"You're kidding me, right?" Dean asked.
"Go to hell, Dean."
"You've got not business raising anybody." I said.
"Why, Tori?" Sam asked. "Because he's a hunter?"
"Because he's a hunter? No, because he's a jerk!"
Before anyone could say anymore, dogs began barking wildly outside. Samuel nodded for Christian, who was glaring at me, to go check. "Christian go check the back door. Go!"
"Here." Christian huffed, pushing the baby into my arms. I cradled him again as Samuel pushed me towards a door. "Downstairs, panic room. He'll be safe there."
Sam, Dean and I left for the panic room with the baby while Gwen, Christian, Mark and Samuel began getting weapons ready. I began pacing back and forth, bouncing the baby as he cried.
"Come on, you've got to be quiet." I murmured to him as gunshots echoed upstairs.
"It does not sound good up there." Dean commented.
"Alright, I'm going to go up." Sam said, heading for the door.
"I'll come too."
"Dean." I called.
"You're safe down here."
"Okay." I nodded, watching them leave. They shut the door behind them, leaving me all alone with the baby.
Just as I turned my back to it, the door was opened again, Dean standing there. He walked over, holding his hand out. "Can I hold him for a bit?"
"Where's Sam?"
"Upstairs."
"I thought you were helping."
"They got it covered. I'd rather be in here with you." He smiled. I looked over his shoulder, seeing Sam and Dean lying on the floor through the window outside of the panic room. Before I could react, the shifter changed into an exact image of me without shedding it's skin, a grin on it's lips. "Give me the baby."
"No way in hell."
The shifter rolled their eyes, backing me up to the wall before grabbing me by the throat. They were much stronger than a normal shifter and I struggled, but couldn't seem to get the upper hand and before I knew it, everything went black.
A little while later, all three of us have recovered. Sam and Samuel were talking while Gwen and Christian cleaned up what was broke after the attack. Dean wrapped an arm around my waist as we headed over to the two, who were speaking in hushed tones.
"I'm pretty sure it's not a myth now." Samuel said.
"Yeah." Sam nodded.
"What the hell was that thing?" I asked. "It was so strong."
"We think it may have been an Alpha." Samuel said.
"An alpha, like..." Dean trailed off.
"Like all monsters come from somewhere, right?"
"And you think that this one was-"
"The king shapeshifter. First one who spawned all the others, there's tons of lore about it."
"The first one?"
"That's why it was so strong, and why nothing we had stopped it." Sam interjeted
"And he said that he could find the baby anywhere. That he could feel it, like there's a connection. That's in the lore, too." Samuel said.
"What the hell does it want with babies, anyway?" I asked.
"A softball team? I got no clue."
"Great." Dean scoffed. "Well then how do we kill it?"
"I don't know if we can."
Back outside, Sam, Dean and I all walked to the car we'd come in. Something nagging at the back of my mind. I couldn't let it go, I had to say something.
"So, Sam...before you killed the shifter at the motel, he mentioned something. A father. Which makes sense now because he meant the Alpha."
"Huh." Sam shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Did you hear him say that?"
"Uh, I don't know. Kind of a hot moment, you know? Why?"
"Because if you heard him, then you knew the Alpha was out there."
"Okay."
"And if you knew the Alpha was out there-"
"Then you knew he might come after the baby." Dean finished, looking at his brother intently. "In which case you were using the baby as bait. So was that the plan? To use the baby as bait?"
"Of course not. I just thought that Samuel's was the safest place. That's all." Sam said defensively. I couldn't help but notice how strange he was acting. "So, I'm taking you back to your truck, right?"
"Yeah."
TORI AND DEAN'S HOUSE – NIGHT
By the time Sam had dropped us off at the house, the sun was just about beginning to rise in the sky. Dean and I made our way inside, ignoring all the boxes that still needed unpacking, and sat down on the couch, with me leaning into his side, his arm draped over my shoulder.
We sat there in silence for a minute before Dean let out a breath, telling me something was wrong.
"What?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Tori, the- before at the motel..."
"Yeah?"
"When Sam said what he did, about kids and stuff...why did you react the way you did?"
"Oh, uh..." I trailed off, swallowing hard. "Well-"
"We've had nearly that exact conversation, word for word and you never had that kind of reaction before."
"Well, it's that time of the month...you know."
"Tori..." Dean started, moving so that he was facing me. I did the same, playing with the ends of my hair as I avoided his eyes. "Baby, is there something you need to tell me?"
"No..."
"Tori. Please."
"I promise I've been meaning to tell you." I muttered, tears filling my eyes.
"Tell me what?" Dean asked, swallowing hard. He already knew.
"I'm pregnant."
"Really?"
I nodded, keeping my eyes down. "Yeah. I- I'm sorry. I was scared and it- it just never seemed like the right time to tell you."
"So you complaining about your jeans getting tighter wasn't really because of the way I look?" Dean asked, amusement in his voice.
"No." I let out a shaky laugh, taking a moment before I allowed the seriousness to wash back over me and looked back down, not wanting to meet his eyes as the words left my mouth. "Dean, we- we can't."
"Can't, what?"
"We can't do this."
"What are you saying?"
"I don't- I think I should- I don't-"
Dean's eyes got misty as he took in what I said, what I meant. He furrowed his brow, shaking his head. "Tori, no. You- you're not saying what I think you are..."
"I don't want our baby to grow up like that, Dean. To be...that. What we were. What we are." I mumbled, my voice thick with emotion as the tears began to spill down my cheeks.
"We-" He paused, letting out a breath. "Is that what you want to do?"
"Of course not." I shook my head, my breaths erratic.
"Then that's not what we're going to do."
"But we're hunters, Dean. We- we can't get out of the life, that's already been proven time and time again. It's not possible."
"And that's fine."
"It is?"
"We've always managed to completely screw what everyone thinks and do what we want, what's good for us. Now isn't any different. Even if we keep hunting, I'll be damned if this kid grows up like us. That's not going to happen."
"Yeah?" I asked, sniffling lightly.
"Yeah. We can prepare them, keep them safe. Let them know what they need to. But I'm nobody's drill Sargent, neither are you. That kid will have a choice. They can make their own decisions, their own future. If after it all, they want to go off and be a doctor, I'm not gonna stop them."
"Me either."
Dean paused placing a hand on my stomach, smiling at me. "Baby, this is us. We can't just let that go."
I put my hands over his, nodding. "I don't want to."
"Good."
I stayed quiet for a moment, thinking over what he'd said. "I think we should keep hunting."
"You do?" Dean asked, obviously surprised. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Why does it have to be either, or? We help people. We really do. And if we can still do that, and keep this baby safe...then that's what I want. We can break the rules." I told him with a smile. "It wouldn't the first time. And it definitely won't be the last."
"Think we can pull something like that off?"
"I think you were right. We can do whatever we want." I murmured, smiling at him. "I love you."
"I know." Dean smiled back, running ran his fingers through my hair, gently holding the back of my head, guiding my lips to his, placing a gentle kiss there before resting his forehead against mine and a strangely peaceful feeling fell over me then.
We'll be okay.
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