Chapter 6

"Summer!" Dean yelled trying desperately to get the rope loose. He wished he had something to use to cut the rope, like a knife.

"Son of a bitch…"

They saw Summer stand up, which made them sigh with relieve.

"Are you alright?" Sam wondered.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she told him as she stepped around the table and headed toward them, already reaching for Sam's rope.

"You're bleeding," Sam said looking at her shoulder.

"It just grazed me," she said already making her way to Dean after Sam was untied.

"You're damn lucky it only grazed you," Dean said standing up after she untied him, and he faced her, an unpleasant expression on his face. "What the hell were you thinking? You could have gotten killed."

"What was I thinking? I was thinking about keeping you two alive," she said as she looked over at Mike and Gordon. "We need to call the cops and have them arrested."

"You shouldn't have done this, seriously, Gordon or Mike could have killed you," Dean said. "Or you could have hurt the baby, and miscarried."

"I'm fine, and the baby is too. Stop while you're ahead," she said, taking her cell phone out of her pocket and started dialing for the police.

"How did you know we were here, or better yet, how did you know we needed help?" Sam asked, looking at her with a questioningly expression on his face.

"After Dean left, I got this bad feeling, so I left after Dean. I sat in the parking lot for a couple of minutes, and then that was when I saw Mike. I started to get out of my car when I saw another man walk in the room, and so I went to the window, looked inside and that was when I saw you two were guided to the chairs. I went back to my car and grabbed my guns, so I…"

"Why two guns, though?" Sam wondered.

"I don't know. I guess I thought it might have been a good idea," she said with a shrug.

"I still can't believe you yet again risked yours and the baby's life."

She looked over at Dean. "Well, I sure as hell wasn't going to stand there and watch them kill you both. And I sure as hell wasn't going to have this baby grow up without a father or uncle, nor was I gonna raise it on my own."

"Summer you cannot risk your life like this anymore. Sam and this baby are the only family that I have left in connection to me. If you won't do it for yourself or the baby, could you please just do it for me?"

Summer looked at him with confusion. "What do you mean the only family? What're you talking about, Dean?"

Dean and Sam shared a glance at each other, wishing they didn't have to repeat themselves when it concerned their father.

"Um," Sam tried telling her. "He's uh… he didn't make it."

Summer's face fell, and looked at both of them, trying to find the words. "Oh wow… I'm sorry," she said softly. "How'd… how did it happen?"

"The demon… it uh, it took his life…" Sam trailed off.

"The demon?" she asked trying to make sure it was the same one.

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

"How do you know? Were you there when it happened?"

"No, but we know because the Colt is gone. We knew where he was, and when he didn't keep in contact, we went to see what was happening, and that was when we saw him lying on the floor in his motel room, and we saw the Colt was missing," Dean explained. "The only one who would want the Colt more than anything is the yellow-eyed demon."

"But why kill your dad?"

"Maybe he took his life is because he figured one less person to worry about," Sam said.

"Makes sense," she said and then looked at Dean and she saw a distant look in his eye. "Are you ok?"

He made eye contact with her. "Yeah, I'm fine."

After a couple of minutes, they tied both Gordon and Mike to the chairs and waited for the police to arrive.

They left the motel after a little while, and drove down the road, Summer drove in front of them. The brothers saw her pull over, so they did the same and climbed out after they saw her step out of hers.

"Summer, what is it?" Sam asked, as he and Dean made their way to her.

She glanced at them before she leaned up against the side of her car, facing the lake that was next to the road.

"Remind you of something?" Dean asked Sam while glancing at him.

Sam ignored him and walked over to her. "What is it?" he asked, leaning up against the car, looking at her.

Dean walked to them and stood on the other side of her, becoming curious with what she was going to say.

"I want to apologize," she finally said, keeping her eyes on the lake. The moon reflected off it, giving it a shimmer of light.

"Sorry for what, Sum?" Sam asked.

"I know we have been through this," she started glancing at them both before continuing. "But I want to apologize for everything that happened between all of us. I want to say sorry for coming back into your lives like this, and for adding another burden to your lives."

"Sum, you don't need to apologize," Sam told her. "We have forgiven you for what happened four months ago. And—"

"This baby, if you think this is a burden to us, it's—"

"It's not, we will tell you that right now," Sam said finishing Dean's sentence.

"Ok, this whole finishing each other's sentences is a little creepy."

"Yeah," both brothers said at the same time.

"Ok, we really gotta stop that," Dean said shaking his head with a laugh.

"Agreed," Sam agreed with a laugh.

"And this baby…she won't know neither of your parents or mine…" she said. "I wish the demon didn't have to be such a pain in our lives, and taking people we love."

"We'll help the baby imagine what they were like," Sam said. "We have pictures, and… wait, she? Did you say she?"

"Crap," she said with a sigh. "I didn't mean to blurt that out…"

"We're having a daughter?" Dean asked turning to face her better.

She locked eyes with him. "Yeah, we are."

Dean let a smile form on his lips. "A daughter…"

"You know, I think this calls for a celebration," Sam said.

"I agree," Dean nodded.

"Actually, I think I want to hold off celebrating right now, considering the night we had."

"Of course," Sam said. "After all, you probably need your rest," he added.

"Well, I mean, we could just sit at the motel we stay at tonight and chill there, and maybe, I don't know, catch up on things?" she suggested.

"Sounds like a good idea," Dean said.

"By the way, I think maybe we should do something about the cars," Sam said as he stepped away from the car.

"What about them?" Summer asked, confused.

"Well, I think it might be a good idea if we only have one car. I mean, it would save money, and not to mention, it will be sort of hard for you to drive once you start to get bigger," Sam told her.

"Get rid of my car?" she looked at him as if he was crazy. "I don't want to get rid of it."

"Sam's right," Dean agreed. "I would rather have you be in our car, that way we can make sure nothing happens to you."

"But…" she sighed and nodded a moment later knowing she wouldn't win this discussion. "Ok, I guess you are right. One car it is. But what will we do about my car?"

"We could sell it," Sam suggested. "Or give it to someone you know."

"I'll see who I can give it to before I go and sell it," she said.

"Alright," Sam nodded.

"Ok, so we should probably get going, and find a motel before it gets too late," Dean said as he made his way to his car. Sam and Summer did the same thing, and eventually they started to drive down the road again.

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"Alright, so I think I'm going to get some sleep," Sam announced while standing up from his chair in Summer's motel room. "You two should probably do the same considering it's nearly two in the morning," he said as he grabbed his jacket off his chair and headed for the door.

"Goodnight, Sam," Summer looked over at him.

"'Night Sum," Sam said before he opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind him.

Dean stood up from his seat. "Sam's right, we should get some sleep. We got a long drive ahead of us," he reached for his jacket on the back of his seat when Summer placed a hand on his, stopping him, he gazed at her with a questioningly look.

"Can you stay for a couple more minutes, please?"

"Uh, sure, ok," he said letting go of his jacket, and she took her hand off his while he sat back down. "You're not tired, are you?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Shouldn't you, though? I mean, don't pregnant girls usually get really tired easily?"

She gave a small chuckle. "That is true, actually. I guess I'm not tired because of taking a nap for a little while before you came over to the motel today."

He nodded understanding. "So, since you want me to stay for a couple of minutes… what do you want to talk about?"

"Dean, I need to know what you think of our situation…"

"Our situation?" he repeated, showing he was not sure what she meant by that.

"The baby," she told him.

"Oh, that…"

"Yeah, that," she looked at him closely, wondering what he would say about it.

Dean let his eyes drift to another part of the room, not making eye contact while he kept quiet. He wasn't sure how he felt exactly, it was a lot to grasp, and he didn't expect that news, especially with everything that has happened lately in his life.

"Dean?"

He looked over at her again and saw she seemed a little uneasy with the wait of his answer. "To be honest with you…" he started, trying to find the words. He took a deep breath and stood up from his seat, taking a couple steps before facing her again. "When you first told me you're pregnant, and said it's mine… I was… shocked. I didn't know what to say at first. I mean, what can someone say when they find out their ex-girlfriend is pregnant with their child?" he said and sighed again.

Summer kept quiet, not wanting to say anything in case he decided to dodge the fact that he was actually opening up to her with how he felt.

"When I left the motel, I drove around aimlessly trying to gather my thoughts. I didn't know what to think. It was hard for me to picture," he continued. "I mean, seriously, me, Dean Winchester, the paranormal hunter, being a father?" he laughed. "That just… it sounds weird to me."

"That makes two of us," she said finally speaking up. "I feel the same way you do, Dean."

"Good to know I'm not alone," he said. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why did you keep this from me for so long?"

"I don't really know, I guess I figured with everything that happened between us with the cop thing, I didn't think you would even would want to talk to me. And I guess I was… scared."

"Why were you scared?" he asked stepping closer to her.

"I didn't know how you would react, and I was scared you might have rejected the fact that I'm carrying your child. I thought maybe… you would ignore it all and move on and make me be a single mother."

"Summer," he stepped even closer to her and got down on his knees so he was right in front of her as he grabbed her hands in his. "I would never do that. How could you even think I would do that? You know me. I'm not that kinda guy."

"It's just a common thought for some people to think when they find out their pregnant," she told him.

"Sum, you do not have to worry, ok? I'm here 100, and I'm not goin' anywhere…" he placed a hand on her belly while locking his eyes with hers. "I'm here for both you and this baby."

Summer placed her hand on top of his and smiled. "Good to know."

He smiled back and then stood up. "Come on, let's get you to bed. You need your rest."

She nodded standing up. "Gotta get in some PJ's," she told him.

"Ok," he said. "You do that and I'll throw out the Burger King wrappers," he told her already making his way back to the table.

Summer pulled out some PJ's from her bag sitting on the floor by her bed, and then she went into the bathroom.

Dean returned to the motel room a few short moments later and saw Summer step out of the bathroom wearing a white, slightly lacy nightgown, that allowed her baby bump to show a bit, which set some more reality to the fact he was going to be a father. It still hadn't set in, but seeing the bump set a reality aspect to it all. His eyes drifted to her face, and saw her brown hair hung loosely on her shoulders, and he noticed her hair seemed a little wavy. "Did you do something to your hair?"

She chuckled. "The weather is making my hair become a little wavy, don't ask me why, because I have no clue," she said while making her way to her bed and pulled back the covers. She climbed in and before she had the chance to grab the covers again, Dean pulled them up to her, covering her.

She laughed. "Tucking me in?"

"Yup," he winked and he folded the top of the cover a bit so it wasn't covering her face.

She lied down and stared up at him. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he said as he leaned down and lightly kissed her on the forehead. "Get some sleep. Sam or I will tell you when we will leave tomorrow. Sleep in until then," he told her.

She laughed again. "Totally chick-flick moment," she said shaking her head a little. "That's two times for you today."

"Don't tell Sammy 'bout it," he said. "Don't need him teasin' me and you know he would."

"Yeah he would. He would take any chance he had to tease you."

"That's for sure," he said walking to his chair and grabbed his jacket before heading to the door. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Dean."

He opened the door and flicked the lights off from the switch by the door, and he stood there for a few seconds watching Summer before he closed the door and went to his and Sam's room.