Tragedy

I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO UPDATE THIS STORY!

Okay this story hit a major stand still and for like a month or so I thought about deleting it. But right now, while I really do want to update my other stories, I just can't focus on regular Supernatural stuff so I'm giving this story another shot because, let's face it, it's not regular Supernatural. It's regular life with the Supernatural characters.

Back to the song titles for chapters. This one is by Christina Perri.

reviewer response:

AuntMo – hee, you may be joking but that is fairly true, I do sort of enjoy torturing you guys.

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BookLover101 – I can't say who's pregnant just yet lol, that goes against my rules of trying to torture everyone.

Supernatural Only – I abide by the wishes of my reviewers even if it does take me a while to do so.

Dean watched Holly carefully for the next few days to try and find some signs to know if she was pregnant or not. He also watched Meg and the whole experience was irritating. They were both acting weirder than usual, both of them had strange sudden cravings, but sadly, no one was throwing up from morning sickness so there was no real strong signs.

He wasn't sure why he was so worried about this. He truthfully had always wanted a family, it was something he had randomly talked to Holly about years ago when they were sneaking around. He remembered that day, lying in bed during a thunder storm that had knocked out the power earlier. They had watched the lightning flashing in the window and talked about random things that didn't involve Sam because at the time it was just too awkward. One thing had led to another and Dean had confided that he wouldn't mind having kids with the right woman. Holly hadn't said anything and the topic had been changed nearly instantly.

Something in his gut said that there was a reason to worry but he just didn't know what that was yet.

So he went to work, sat at his desk, and waited for his patrol slot to come around. It was boring, a lot more boring than it used to be. When his phone rang, a sigh of relief came and he answered it without looking because he really only knew one person who call him in the middle of the day.

"Hey baby." Dean muttered affectionately while trying to keep a little quiet so everyone else wouldn't hear. All the other guys loved listening in on Dean,s conversations with Holly.

Too bad it wasn't Holly.

"Why Dean-o, I never knew you felt that way about me." The annoyingly arrogant voice of none other then Gabriel Retskirt.

"Gabe?" Dean asked

"Let me guess, you were expecting little miss Hannah?" Gabriel asked.

"Well...yeah." Dean replied. He leaned back in his chair and glances around the office space. "What's up? Haven't heard from you since we moved."

"Well umm...there's been a couple of problems." Gabriel explained. Dean froze and waited. "One...We were looking through everything Zachariah owned and everything...and we found something."

"Something, what?" Dean asked slowly.

"Holly's father wasn't the only person he was working with." Gabriel stated.

"Son of a bitch." Dean muttered. "What's the other problem?"

"Your friends." Gabriel replied dreadfully.

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"Why are you nervous?" Meg asked.

"Probably the same reason you are." Holly replied, flipping through a magazine. Meg sighed and looked around the waiting room.

"Hate doctors." She muttered under her breath, crossing her arms.

"You don't think I don't?" Holly asked. Meg sighed again, knowing her friend was right. But they did have to be here and suck it up. "We'll have to tell the guys."

"Not yet though." Meg countered. "Just easier this way you know? Unless us knowing."

"Yeah but come on...they'll want to know." Holly pointed out.

"I know." Meg agreed. They both looked around the waiting room, wishing the doctor would call them in already. They looked at each other when Holly's phone rang. The blonde paused before digging through her purse. She took the phone out and raised an eyebrow at Dean's name flashing on the screen. She pressed the button and held the phone to her ear. Meg leaned closed to listen in.

"Hey hun, what's up?" Holly asked.

"Hey, I called your office but they said you weren't there. Where are you?" Dean asked.

"Uh...lunch break...me and...Melissa had to go pick up some stuff." Holly replied.

"I need you both here as soon as possible." Dean stated. "And when I say that, I'm meaning hopefully within the next ten minutes."

"Ten minutes? Why, what's wrong?" Holly asked.

"I'll explain it when you get here but I really need you guys here." Dean explained. Holly looked at Meg who just nodded and stood up before going to the front desk to inform them that they had to go.

"Okay, we'll be there soon." Holly promised.

"Good, careful driving...I love you." Dean declared, making Holly pause for a moment. Even though they did say that sort of thing all the time, it somehow sounded different this time.

"Uh...yeah...love you too." Holly concluded the conversation and put her phone away. She followed Meg out of the doctor's office and to the car. "That was weird."

"What was?" Meg asked.

"The way everything sounded so urgent and the way he said I love you at the end." Holly replied. She looked at Meg as they got into the car. "You don't think something's really wrong, do you?"

"Well he's calling us to the police station so...hard to say." Meg replied. "But I'm sure whatever it is, we can deal with it."

"Right...yeah...deal." Holly muttered. She sighed and started the car.

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Several Hours Ago

He sat in a rental car across the street, watching the house. He tipped his sunglasses down, an eyebrow raising in curiousity. He lifted a cigarette to his mouth and placed it between his lips. His suit was near and tidy, finely pressed and worn to perfection. He wore an expensive looking watch around his wrist and his shoes shone from a thorough polishing.

He was a very well put together man in an expensive rental car, sitting in a middle class neighbourhood.

Everyone who walked by would pause for a moment, gaze at the classy car sitting on their road. He would smile politely at them, offer a slight wave to any of the young children. He never said a word though, just kept watching the little townhouse with balloons attached to the mailbox and a couple of bright coloured streamers framing the door. A large number 3 adorned the door and it sparkled in the sunlight.

All clear signs of a birthday party about to happen.

A truck pulled into the driveway of the house and man climbed out, carrying a couple of brightly wrapped presents. The man looked middle aged with a baseball cap on his head and an old worn out vest over a plaid shirt.

The cigarette was flicked away as the rental car door was opened for it's passenger to get out. This man strode across the street as the truck's door was shut.

"Hey!" The middle aged man turned at the voice and frowned slightly at the stranger. A second later a gun was raised and fired and the presents were dropped to the ground as the man holding them fell as well, a round bloody hole in his throat. The suited man crouched down and, humming merrily, placed an envelope in the other man's hand. The name Holly Amers stood out, black on white, written in neat cursive curls.

"I swear I heard something." The front door opened and the suited man stood up, his eyes turning behind his sunglasses.

"It was probably just.." The sentence was cut short as the two people in the doorway took in the sight before them. The man smiled at the couple and lifted his hand again.

Now I hope no one needs elaboration on what just happened and who they all were (well...maybe the shooter). But I swear, as awful as it is, there's a reason and a purpose behind it.