Oh my Bejesus! I am so sorry for neglecting you my loyal readers! I have been so friggin' busy! Oh and I know that this story is going by really fast in terms of romance, but it is a love story after all, so…. Yeah.
Vanessa's P.O.V
I accepted the beer that Dean offered, listening to him seethe about how the ghost attacked Sam.
"I'm gonna rip that ghost's lungs out!" He shouted at empty air.
Sam took a beer from the icebox and placed it on his junk, making a relieved face.
Giselle and I cast Dean weird glances, hoping he would pick up on the message we were trying to send.
"Oh, you two know what I meant dammit!" Dean shouted, rolling his eyes.
Giselle looked afraid, and then scooted back, flinching when Dean spun on his heel and advanced towards her.
Dean stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the look in her eye.
"Are you alright Giselle?" He asked, afraid to get closer to the girl.
My sister nodded her head slowly before standing up and stepping carefully over to Sam.
She crouched down beside the giant and whispered something in his ear.
I could only make out one word, "Dad."
I swallowed at the mention of our father and popped open the beer.
"So, what the Hell do we do now? If it wasn't Barry's ghost then whose was it?" I asked shakily.
"I have no idea. Look, Sammy and I will do some in field investigation, and you and Giselle will go do some internet searches, see what pops up." Dean replied, running a hand through his hair and pushing a bottle to his lips.
I nodded and gulped down the beer quickly.
Sam hugged Giselle close to him and whispered in her ear.
"Hey, lovebirds, we're trying to figure this case out! SO would you mind joining our conversation please?" Dean shouted at the two.
Giselle's head snapped towards Dean, tears in her eyes.
"We're trying to talk about something more important Dean." She quivered out, before standing and making her way to the car.
Sam shot his brother a nasty look.
"She was this friggin close to telling me what her deal was and you go and blow it!" He shouted, chasing after his girlfriend.
Dean flipped his brother off and turned his attention back to me.
"So I guess you and I are a two man team on this one?" I asked, sipping the beer.
"I guess so." He shrugged, scratching his head, wondering about what just happened.
~A few hours later~
I watched as the black smoke rose through the air, and the mammoth student went down, landing at Dean's feet.
We piled back in his car and drove back towards the motel.
"I loved the way you handled that gun. Like a true hunter." Dean smirked at me from the driver's seat.
I laughed and placed a hand between his knees, squeezing with my thumb and index finger.
Dean moaned at the small gesture, and placed his hand over mine, moving it from his knee.
"Ya know I love you, right babe?" He asked, raising my fingers to his lips and kissing them softly.
I smiled and replied, "Yeah, I know babe."
"Do you think that Giselle and Sam love each other as much as they say they do? Or do you think that they're both just using one another?" Dean asked, his face turning stone straight.
I shrugged.
"They must love each other, because they're already talking about ditching us and going to get hitched." I laughed, rolling my neck towards Dean.
Dean smiled.
"Giselle would be a great wife to Sam. And I think he'd be a good man to her. He loves her a lot." Dean said quietly, almost to himself.
"How can you tell?" I asked.
"By the way they look out for each other. And Sam never shuts up about the girl ever since he met back up with her. If that ain't love, then I don't know what is."
I laughed and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Dean Winchester, I never knew you had such a poetic view on these sorts of issues. It almost makes me more attracted to you." I teased.
Dean chuckled and pulled into the parking lot of the motel, right next to Giselle's Mustang.
"What do you say we ditch those two and go celebrate?" Dean suggested, turning the engine back on.
I smiled and closed the door to the car.
"I'm down if you are."
Dean smirked his Playboy smirk.
"That was the exact answer I was looking for." He said, tearing out of the parking lot.
~Giselle's P.O.V~
Sam sat on the bed, trying to console me.
"Giselle, tell me what's wrong." He pleaded, dragging me onto his lap and wrapping his arms around mine.
I reached up and dried my tears.
"Sam, I'm pregnant." I said quickly.
Sam's muscles tensed as he kissed my forehead.
"It's alright." He said, almost in monotone.
I sniffled, marveled at how calm he was being.
"Thank you for being this way, Sam." I whispered, getting down off his lap and going toward the bathroom.
Sam just sat there, staring at the floor, not saying anything.
I shrugged it off and stuck my face under the cold running water, hoping that Sam wasn't angry with me, or at the baby growing in my belly.
Sorry it's so short! I haven't had as much time as I usually do to write this stuff! Hope this is enough to hold you guys for a few more weeks!