It still brought a chuckle to Dean's spirit when he imagined the look on Sam's face when he rolled up in the car to rub it in his face that he was going to be a dad. In the aftermath of their last big battle, life had been near boring for Dean. However, he knew that he would never say that again after Cassie slyly told him what Eileen confided in her the night before. Sam was going to be a dad, and he was going to be a damn good one, if he knew his baby brother at all. Shaking his head, he refocused on the task at hand. The wire had come up with a new case. A string of unusual murders that looked to be possessions. Checking his watch, he knew this would be a case he would be passing off to Claire and her gang. No way would Cassie allow him to miss her high-school reunion.
Clicking through his phone faster than he normally would have, he sent the coordinates to Claire, as well as the gruesome autopsy pictures he managed to find on the internet. A case like this demanded a prompt response, and he knew that better than anyone. Clicking his tongue while he waited for Claire's response, he kicked back on the chair and propped his legs up on the desk. Humming to the tune of his favorite song, he barely noticed Cassie come in from outside. Her purse was slung lazily over the crook of her elbow, and her other hand was shaking. Sitting up faster than the chair liked, he nearly fell out of it as he stood up.
"Cas? What's-what's going on?"
It could have been any number of things in his line of work. Even though he was somewhat retired from the life, apart from the cases that he simply could not ignore, the fear always existed that the past would come back to haunt him in some way.
"I...I don't know."
"Well, spit it out. My head's kinda spinning here."
The joke felt right on his tongue, but his mind was far from processing it. It was automatic, a response he had to any kind of serious situation.
"I'm...I'm pregnant."