Chapter 2:

"Please tell me there's someone else," Dean said, regretting the words that slipped their way out of his mouth.

The look on her face killed him. "You really think I would cheat on you?"

"Jo, I didn't mean it like that..." his voice trailed off.

"Then what, Dean? You come back after being on the road for three damn months and the first thing you do is accuse me of cheating on you? Not, 'I'm sorry that I didn't call you except once a month'. I would've even accepted a 'how are you, Jo?'" she shook her head. "I know more than to expect an apology, but to accuse me of cheating on you? That's a new low even for you, Dean Winchester."

Dean took a step closer to her. "Look, Jo-"

"Save it and get the hell out." she said.

With a sigh, he headed out of her room. If there was one thing that he had learned, it was to give her space when she needed it. He screwed up, big time. Until he figured out how to make it up to her, a beer was what he was gonna need.

He found Sam sitting at the bar. Ellen was on the other side of the room, giving him dirty looks. Dean took a seat next to his brother, lifting a bottle of jack and a glass from behind the bar.

"Ellen's gonna kill you for just grabbing the bottle," Sam commented.

"Just add it to the list of things she's already gonna kill me for." he replied, taking a swig straight out of the bottle.

"What did you do this time?" Sam asked with a sigh.

"Why do you always assume that I did something wrong?" His brother gave him a knowing look. "Okay, all right, yeah I screwed up, Sammy. Jo's up there crying and it's fault."

"We're back for not even a day and you've already managed to make her cry? What did you do, tell her she looked fat?"

"This isn't something that happened today. It happened about three months ago."

"And she's pissed at you for that?"

"I guess you could say it's been growing inside of her." Dean said, not giving much.

There wasn't any time for Sam to reply. Jo came rushing down the stairs, out of breath. Her eyes darted all over the room until she caught sight of the two brothers sitting at the bar. She went over to them, slower this time trying to calm down from rushing about. Sam's eyes widened as he caught sight of the baby bump that was noticeable in the tight tank top she wore.

"Uh, hey, Jo." Sam greeted the blonde.

She ignored him, going straight for his brother. "I thought you left."

"I wasn't gonna leave just caught my girl's mad at me," Dean said.

"Oh, so I'm still your girl? Didn't know that was still a thing since I've opened my legs up to every hunter that's come into town," she snarled at him.

"Come on, Jo, I didn't mean it like that."

"Then how did you mean it, Dean?" she asked, tears falling down her cheeks.

He took a swig of Jack. "I'm a dick, sweetheart, that's not news to you. Shit comes out of my pie hole before I can even process it."

"Ain't that the truth," she sighed taking a seat next to him.

The trio sat together in silence. Occasionally Sam would take a sip of his beer and glance over at the couple. He didn't know what to say, or even if he could speak. He could only piece together what could've happened. Dean said the wrong thing about Jo being pregnant and now his brother's in the doghouse.

Jo being pregnant, that was something that he struggled wrapping his head around. In a few months he was gonna have a little niece or nephew in the world. He was going to be an uncle. Even worse, Dean was going to be a father.

"When Mom found out she wanted to castrate you then kill you," Jo said. "I told her that I was a woman capable of making my own choices. If she wanted to castrate the father of my child, then she was screwing herself over with not having any more grandchildren."

"And what did she say about that?" Dean asked.

"I said that you didn't have to be the father of the others ones and that she could do a hell of a lot better than you, Winchester." Ellen said.

"Yeah she could." He couldn't deny that. The beautiful blonde could have any guy she wanted. With her curves and smile, she could have you falling in love with her in a heartbeat. She could do so much better than his high school drop out self.

"Glad that's settled, now come upstairs." Jo grabbed his hand, pulling him upstairs.

He followed her up the stairs back to her bedroom. The powder blue walls were a welcoming familiar sight. There had been multiple hours that he had spent in here with her. It was the closest thing that he had to a home besides the Impala. After a long hunting trip there was nothing more that he wanted to wake up to than these powdered blue walls.

"You still mad?" he asks her, knowing it was a stupid question.

"Are you still a dick?" she replies with her hands on her hips. "I brought you up here cause I missed your stupid ass."

Dean pulled her into his arms. "Mhmmm, my ass may be stupid but you have to admit it's a hot one."

"I hate you," Jo rolled her eyes.

"No, no you don't."