I had fallen asleep on my bed, I hadn't been in here for a while, ever since I started staying in Dean's room. I roused from my sleep by the soft click of the door being closed.

Soft, feather like steps approached the bed and I knew who it was. He tries to be so stealthy but I had grown custom to all his footsteps. He stopped moving, fearing he had woken me but I remained asleep, I was still a little mad at him.

A quiet sigh traveled through the room and I knew that he had returned to being a level headed human. We had argued over when I was to stop hunting and focus on taking care of myself and our daughter. He wanted me to stop right after I told him about her but I had refused to listen. I knew we were going to be fine, thanks to all the magic that I knew and the power that ran through my body, though in the back of my mind a part of me agreed with him but the part of me that is a warrior and defender wanted to keep fighting until it just wasn't possible to do anymore.

That was what led to the fight that had both Sam and Castiel separating us and telling us to go cool off. Cass followed and stayed with me for a little bit, he wanted to make sure I wasn't going to burn the whole bunker to the ground, and quite frankly I didn't want to rebuild it. Too much was unknown about it for me to be able to replicate everything. Once I had calmed down and Cass had left, I laid down on the bed and soon found myself fast asleep.

Dean walked in and found me asleep, holding a pillow close, for support and comfort of the baby then much else. I secretly wanted one of those awesome body pillows that so many pregnant women have but I do enjoy using Dean, he makes a decent pillow and he doesn't mind in the least. I do have to hide my smile at that thought or else he will realize that I'm awake.

He moved closer to the side of the bed that I was curled up on and started to hold my breath, waiting for the room to relax and sigh. It felt like an hour had passed with him just standing there and oh how I wished he would move or speak or something.

A hand brushed over my cheek, softly, tenderly removing a strand of hair that had gotten free of my braid. I could feel the calluses that he had on his fingers from all the hunting that we did and with that simple touch came the intake of breath and sigh I had been waiting on. I stir from my nap and look up into those green eyes that first drew me to him. I see all kinds of emotions cross his face but the main one I see is love, mixed with worry and concern. I knew that by now he had already returned to the man that can rationalize and not the hot headed dragon.

I then sat up and made room for him on the bed once I had stirred and saw him kneeling on the floor by the bed.

"Erin, listen… I'm- I'm sorry," he started.

"I'm sorry too," I quickly added because I was and I could see his side of the argument.

"Let me get this out," he said as he took a breath. I simply nodded and let him speak. "I understand your desire to want to keep hunting. I really do, hell I've been kept from it many times and in many different ways. I get that there is a major part of you that just wants to keep going and not stop." I nod through this but I could see that he wasn't finished. "Erin, I'm afraid of what might happen to the both of you. I don't want to lose you…" Dean had placed a hand on my belly and wrapped his other arm around my shoulders. I snuggled into his embrace and breathed in the scent that was so uniquely his.

"I understand and I'll let you in on a little secret," I whispered just as softly as he did. "I'm scared too and I also don't want anything to happen either. You're also right in the fact that I can't just stop being who I am and so I'm willing to make a deal with you- I will take a week off from hunting, starting tonight, and we see what happens. Does that work for you?" I had sat up to be able to look him in the eye to gage his reaction. It remained his usual neutral- I'm not showing you what I'm thinking, mask. I was about to say something more when he beat me to it.

"The case we just finished was a rough one for me and on more than one occasion I wanted to jump in front of every attack that came for you. Then you would just brush it off, kill the vampire, and keep right on going. It really took a lot of effort for me to not just rip into the vamp that scratched the hell out of your arm, but I was reminded that you have a temper of your own and dusted him. Once the case was done and we were headed back, that was when I realized that I wanted nothing more than to protect you," he paused and looked down at his hands. I placed one of mine on top of his.

"That's when we started fighting," I finished for him in understanding. He nodded. I knew that as my pregnancy progressed that Dean would become more and more protective, more than he normally would with anyone else, Sam more so. It had almost felt as if the fight had come out of nowhere but now that he had explained it, I understood the reason. I had already healed my scars and anything else, plus I had made sure to protect my belly. "I'm so sorry Dean."

"Hey, no, it's me who should be sorry, I know I still struggle with the whole magical powers that go beyond a witch and what not, but I don't care anymore," he said as he took a hold of my hands and lifted my chin so that I was looking up at him. "You are the best thing I've ever had in my life and I was reminded of that when I saw you sleeping. I remembered that I love you, I'm marrying you and you are having our baby. I Love You Erin."

I almost melted into the floor with the flooding of love I felt for the very man sitting before me. I try to fight the tears but fail spectacularly as a steady stream ran down my cheeks. Blasted hormones.

"I love you too, Dean," I cried as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled him as close as I could and kissed him with a fire that had landed us in the position we're in now but I don't care. I love the man in my arms and nothing was going to change that, no matter how much we fight because I know we can always come back together.

A few hours later Dean and I returned to the library to join the others for our, hopefully traditional, Christmas dinner. For just a little while we all sat together, enjoying each other's company, sharing stories and not worrying about the next case.

After dinner we sat in a corner of the library that we had set up with a real Christmas tree and we had a few gifts for each one of us.

It was Christmas Eve and we had made a decision to open our most important gifts to each other. I received several cute baby clothes and Dean gave me a necklace, with the anti-possession symbol on it, to give to our little girl to protect her. Everything was wonderful and even with the fight, Christmas was pretty much extra special this year, even if it was just as normal as you could ever get.