Chapter Three

Dean got up from the bed and started pacing.

I knocked up my brother, Dean thought. He instantly suppressed the urge to run to the bathroom and empty his stomach.

"Something wrong?" asked Sam—Samantha! Dean thought. Samantha! Not Sam!

"Uh, I was just thinking," Dean told her. "I think you should stay with me."

"What?"

"You have no memory, no family," Dean elaborated. "I can take care of you. I can watch out for you, protect you."

"Protect me from what?" asked Samantha.

"Just…from the world," said Dean. "I wanna take care of you."

Samantha thought about that for the moment. "Are you sure?"

"Hell, yeah."

Samantha jumped up and grabbed his hand. "Then come on."

"Where we going?" asked Dean as he stood up.

"I have an OB/GYN appointment."

As Samantha led Dean to the door, Dean smiled at the thought of his little brother headed to see a gynecologist.

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Dean stood in the waiting room, pacing. The door to the back area opened, and Samantha walked out with the doctor.

Dean walked toward them. "How'd it go?"

"Perfect," said the doctor. "Both mother and baby passed with flying colors."

"Thank you, doctor," said Samantha. Dean walked her out to the Impala, and they drove to the motel. Dean cleared all his research off the table and threw it into the trash. "You don't need that anymore?"

"Nah," Dean told her. "I've figured it all out."

Samantha looked around the room. "One bed."

"You take it," said Dean. "I'll sleep on the couch."

"Thank you."

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Dean was woken up to the sound of retching coming from the bathroom. He sat up, looking at the empty bed. Dean walked over to the bathroom doorway. Samantha was leaning over the toilet bowl, throwing up. Dean knelt next to her, rubbing a hand on her back.

"Morning sickness?" asked Dean. Samantha nodded, her eyes closed. "It's okay, I've got you."

Samantha looked up at Dean, tears in her eyes. "Why are you so kind to me?"

Dean hesitated, unsure of how to answer. He smiled. "You're family. Family takes care of each other."

A tear fell down Samantha's cheek. "I've never had a family."

Yes, you have, Dean thought. You just don't remember.

"You do now," Dean told her. Samantha began crying in earnest as she folded into Dean's arms. Dean placed a hand on her shoulders and another one on her head, holding her close. "I'm gonna make everything better."

I'm here for you, Sammy.