Chapter Four
Two months later…
Samantha's stomach had begun to bulge a month ago. She was in her fourth month, which meant it was time for an ultrasound. Dean and Samantha sat in the examination room, waiting for the doctor. Samantha sat on the exam table in scrubs, a hand on the top of her small stomach.
The doctor came into the room. "How are we doing today?"
"A little sore," Samantha told him.
"Well, that's to be expected," the doctor told Samantha. "Go ahead and lay back." The doctor pulled the ultrasound screen over as Samantha lay against the raised table. She pulled a bottle of gel out as she raised Samantha's shirt up over her belly.
Dean walked over and placed a hand on Samantha's shoulder. The doctor squirted some gel on Samantha's stomach and placed the reader on her stomach. The screen lit up as a grainy image appeared on screen. The sound filtered through the machine, a rapid thumping echoing in the room.
"What is that?" asked Dean.
"That's your baby's heartbeat," the doctor told them. "And here is your baby."
Samantha and Dean looked up at the screen to see a faint image of a tiny bundle with a head move around on the screen. Dean stared at his baby, listening to its heartbeat. He looked down at Samantha, smiling.
"It's beautiful," said Dean. Samantha smiled. Dean wrapped his arm around Samantha, hugging her.
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Dean helped Samantha out of the Impala, holding her hands. As Dean closed the door and began to lead her to the motel door, he found his way blocked by someone.
"Damn, Bobby!" yelled Dean. "Can't you, like, cough or something?"
"Sorry, you were a little preoccupied," said Bobby, staring at Samantha.
"Uh, Bobby, this is Samantha," Dean said. Bobby's eyes traveled over her brown hair, hazel eyes, and finally, the leftover burn on her arm. He looked up at Dean, a question in his eyes. "Uh, what do you say we get you in bed?"
Dean helped Samantha into the motel room and onto the bed before heading back out to Bobby. "What are you doing here?"
"You haven't called me in two months," said Bobby.
"Right, sorry, I've just been a little…preoccupied," replied Dean.
Bobby looked at the door. "Is that Sam?"
Dean hesitated. "Yeah."
"He's pregnant?"
"He came to me two months ago, saying he was pregnant. He woke up five months ago as a woman with no memory. Four months ago, he met me in a bar, and…"
"Wait, you're telling me you knocked up your brother?"
"I didn't know!"
"Okay, so what now?"
"We find a way to turn him back."
"I'll start looking."
"Call me before you do anything."
"Why?"
Dean looked back at the motel. "We had the ultrasound today. We saw our kid. You can't change Sam back until the baby's born."
Bobby nodded. "Okay."
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Dean sat up on the couch, listening intently. There it was again. He looked over to see Samantha's shoulders hitching as she cried. Dean climbed off the couch and approached the bed. He laid down next to Samantha and wrapped an arm around her.
"It's okay, Samantha," Dean whispered. "I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you."
Samantha latched onto Dean's arm and hugged him close. She leaned into him, searching for comfort. As Dean lay there with her, she slowly stilled and fell into a peaceful sleep.