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Chapter Nineteen: The Unusual Usual

The water was cold and it felt so good against my skin. I sat on the bathroom counter placing the cloth against my forehead. I had been nauseous for days. My head was reeling and it didn't help that I hadn't slept well since I saw Marissa at the bar. The boys were oblivious to what I had learned and that was the way I was going to keep it. It had hit me hard but the vomiting was getting ridiculous. I put my hand on my stomach and waited for the nausea to pass. When I thought I'd be able to hold my stomach contents in I went back out into the room.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

"Fine." I told him though my arm was still across my stomach.

"You've been a bit off lately." Sam pointed out.

"In what way?" I asked.

"You've been a little distant. Unfocused when we've been talking about the job." He replied.

I sighed heavily as I ran my fingers through my hair. I dropped onto my stomach on the bed and looked at them. "Sorry." I finally told them.

"Is there a reason?" Sam asked me. Dean just sat watching me.

"So I'm a little distracted. There is no law against being distracted." I told them.

"There is with what we do." Dean told me.

I just glared at him. I couldn't argue with that. People get killed if something goes wrong due to any sort of distraction. I sighed and looked at my hands. The wounds were smaller yet, nearly healed. I frowned at them before rubbing them together. I nodded and looked at them, putting my chin in the palms of my hands. They just looked back at me. I shrugged and averted my eyes.

"You're hiding something." Dean said with narrowed eyes.

"I'm not hiding anything." I said looking at him sternly.

He just looked at me. I felt a pit fall in my stomach. I held my composure but I knew that he would be able to see right through it. Sam seemed to be convinced but I couldn't fool Dean. It was written all over his face. I just smiled and grabbed my sketchbook from the nightstand and started to doodle. They were nothing important. I let my mind wander as my hand moved. The paper disappeared as my mind went though everything in my head. I tried to make sense of it. Tried to but couldn't. Every thought I had that had the hope of leading to something always hit a brick wall before I made a breakthrough of any kind. I sighed and put the pencil down. When I looked at the paper a pair of distinct eyes was looking at me. I froze and glanced at the boys before quickly closing it. Grabbing my book instead. That lasted even shorter and I was heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"For a walk. I'll have my cell." I said and kissed his head as I went to the door.

"Hey…" He said grabbing my hand as I brushed it across his shoulder. I stopped and looked down at him. "Be careful." He said and kissed my palm.

I smiled and kissed him deeply before leaving the room. Taking a deep breath, walking through the streets. We were in Baltimore, Maryland. The boys had found an article in the paper that looked suspicious and here we are. I knew they could handle whatever was going on and my mind was so scattered that I let them. I didn't push them to include me. I had my own research to do. My own troubles to try and fix. My hopes of being able to calm my mind were thrown out the window as it raced through everything that was making it hard to get through the day. If I could have it my way the day would freeze. Today there was no innocent person to save. Nothing wrong except for the information I was unable to face. My stomach started to turn and I took a series of deep breaths to try and calm it down. It didn't work. I ran down the nearest alley and emptied the nothingness that was in my stomach. The nausea was followed by a dizzy spell, making me support myself against the wall. It lasted just a little too long. When I had steadied myself I took a deep breath before pushing off of the wall. I went to the nearest clinic and waited to be seen.

As I walked from the clinic I was in a daze. Of all the things to have happened. Of all the things that had been going on how could this one thing slip by? This wasn't good news. This was defiantly bad news. I ran my fingers through my hair before walking into the nearest grocery store. The first thing I grabbed was saltines and opened them as I went to find a few other things. I stared at the product I held in my hands. I glanced around, feeling like I was being watched. I read the bottle over and over again. The words prenatal vitamins seemed to echo in my head every time I read them. I closed my eyes, feeling weak. I stuffed a few more crackers in my mouth as I tried to soak up the angry bile in my stomach. I quickly went to the checkout and then to the nearest park. It was a warm day. At first I was alone but soon mothers and their children started to arrive. I watched as they smiled and played, laughing along the way. Soon a mother took a seat next to me, her toddler ran off to play while she took her infant from the stroller and gently rocked her, swooning over her as she continuously glanced up to keep track of her son. I didn't mean to stare but I found that I was when she looked over at me.

"I'm sorry." I told her, shaking my head. "I didn't mean to stare."

"It's okay." She smiled. "Which one is yours?" She asked.

"Oh, none." I smiled back. "I just found out I'm pregnant. Thought the park might be a nice place to go."

"Congratulations!" She told me excitedly. I just scrunched my nose and looked away from her. "Not planned?" She asked.

"Far from it." I said looking at her again. "I'm not married. We're engaged but not married yet. So am I supposed to rush to the alter because of this? Do I wait for the baby to be born? Should I have the baby? Do I tell him now or wait till I've made a decision?" I rambled, shaking my head as I threw my arms up.

"Wow." She replied.

"Sorry." I smiled at her. "I don't have many friends and I guess I needed to unload. Sorry it had to be you."

"I don't mind, really." She grinned back. "When I got pregnant with Patrick I was shocked. I didn't know what we were going to do. Me and my husband talked about it and in the end there really wasn't a question. I was still unsure throughout the entire pregnancy but when he was born and they put him in my arms all that went away." She said and looked at me. "And when Megan came it was the same feeling all over again." I smiled and nodded, looking at the baby. "Can I give some advice?" She asked. I nodded. "Talk to your fiancé. Let him in. You don't have to do this alone, and if I'm being completely honest I would tell you to keep the baby. Once you're holding it everything will fall into place."

"Thank you." I smiled at her. "Thank you very much. You've helped more then you know."

I was grateful for her words of wisdom. But as soon as I was starting to feel better about it all the whole thing fell apart. We hunted demons. We were often injured, often in hospitals, and often on the verge of dying. I had died and now I was back and pregnant. I didn't know how to handle it. From a woman's perspective it was a good thing. I was happily engaged and ready to start a family. But from a hunters perspective I was in a lot of trouble. I couldn't let myself be delusional enough to think that I could bring a baby safely into a world like mine. I wouldn't be able to keep it safe from what's out there. Half the time I couldn't even keep Dean safe. How were we supposed to start a family when we're in danger all the time? The heaviness was once again weighing on me when I got back to the room. Only when I got there the door had been broken open and the boys were gone.

"What the hell?" I asked as I pulled out my phone. Neither of them answered. "Perfect!" I said slamming my phone shut. "Of all the days to get into trouble. Where the hell are you?" I asked looking around the lot, even the impala was gone.

I ended up walking the streets again but when I came up with nothing there was only one place left to look. The worst possible place the boys could end up in.

"Hi, I'm looking for two men. I think they may have been arrested." I told the officer behind the counter.

"Names?" He asked.

"Dean and Sam Winchester." I told him.

He knew the names. He laced his fingers and looked at me. "Are you involved with them?"

"That would depend on what you mean by involved." I replied. "I am engaged to Dean but other then that I'm not sure of your meaning."

"Did you know what they were involved with?" He asked.

I looked thoughtful for a moment before replying, "What they were involved with? I guess I can't say. They took a lot of trips together, does that count?"

"They were away often?" He asked.

"Yes." I told him. "It sucks but you can't help who you love, right? They're away a lot but you get used to it. They don't really tell me what's going on. I can assume but I don't know if I'm right or not. All I can say is that I hope it's not drugs. I was supposed to meet him here in Baltimore but I found the room but he was gone."

"He's here and it's not drugs." He told me.

"Good." I smiled. "Can I see my fiancé now?" I asked.

"I'll make a call." He told me.

I had to wait nearly a half hour before they told me anything. I wasn't sure what was going on but they must have found something out and then got caught. Hadn't I told him not to do anything stupid? My anger only festered as I was left to think about it.

"All right," the officer told me. "You have ten minutes." He said and motioned for me to follow him.

Dean had his cocky grin on his face. I looked at him briefly through the window showing the interrogation room. It only added to my anger.

"Are you going to be able to hear me?" I asked the officer.

"No, you're free to yell at him." He smiled.

"Thank you." I smiled back before going into the room.

"Evy…" He said, the cockiness leaving his face.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I yelled at him. "I'm gone for a few hours and come back to find the door busted open and the two of you gone. I can't believe you two got yourselves arrested."

"Baby, calm down." He said standing up.

"Sit down!" I yelled and he quickly sat. "I'm the one talking right now." He just nodded. "What the hell am I supposed to do now? I have no idea how I'm going to get you out of this mess. So you have five minutes to tell me everything that happened."

He spilled about the murder they went to investigate the day before and then the murder they, or rather he, stumbled onto. Dean was caught in the room touching the body. He was arrested and that led to Sam who was also arrested. He was being questioned in a separate room. It was short and to the point. I just looked at him but couldn't be as mad at him after he explained. I sighed and sat across from him.

"So what do we do now?" I asked him.

"You go and wait for us to call you." He told me.

"Dean, I'm not going to wait for you to get out of this on your own. That never works out very well." I replied.

"I've got a plan. Don't worry about me. I've got this covered." He smiled.

I put my hands on the table and he brought his hands up. They were cuffed. I felt tears come to my eyes and I frowned. It immediately came to mind what the cause was and I felt ridiculous about it. I tried to force them away but they stayed. They spilled over and Dean frowned at me sadly. I smiled and shook my head.

"I'm fine. It's nothing." I told him.

"Come here." He said and pushed his chair back. I walked around the table and put my leg across his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. "It's okay. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." I said leaning back, wiping the tears away. "I'm just being ridiculous."

"No you're not." He replied. "What is it?"

"We'll talk when you get out of here." I said and kissed him deeply. I ran my fingers down the side of his face and smiled, just taking him in. "I love you." I told him softly.

"I love you too." He said and kissed me gently.

Just then the door opened and two detectives came in. "Time's up." The man told me. The other was a woman.

"Can't I have a few more minutes?" I asked them, moving from Dean's lap.

"We need to talk to him now." He replied.

"Sorry." The woman told me.

"I nodded. If I can't stay here is there any way I can see Sam?" I asked the woman.

The two exchanged looks before the woman brought in an officer. "Take her to the other one." She told him.

He sighed and held his arm out. I turned and kissed Dean. "Be good." I whispered as I kissed him once more.

"I will." He smiled.

I frowned at him, knowing that he would be himself and that was anything but good. I glared at him as I walked from the room. I was ushered into another interrogation room. Sam looked surprised. He stood and rushed to me.

"Are you okay?" He asked me.

"I could ask you the same thing." I told him.

He sighed and went back to the chair. I sat on the table and faced him. "Sorry." He said gently.

"Don't apologize. I'm sure it's not your fault. It's always Dean's fault. No matter what happens." I told him.

"What about Marissa?" He asked.

"Don't worry about that anymore." I said and put my hand on his face. "Just tell me what your plan is to get out of here."

"We don't have one just yet. We're following the plan for this sort of thing but the getting out part is a little foggy." He told me.

"How can I help?" I asked him.

"Go to the meeting place and we'll call you."

I groaned and got off of the table. "God, you two are so different and yet so very similar. Why do you want me to sit on the sidelines?" I asked him. "I'm the back up that you two need. I'm sure I can help some how."

"No, we are not going to drag you into this. We've got this one under control. You've got your own things to worry about." He told me.

I frowned and crossed my arms. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked him.

"You're obviously going through something. You won't tell us what, but we know you are. Dean hasn't said anything and I'm sure he notices more then I do."

He was about to go on but I blurted my news out, "I'm pregnant."

He froze and looked at me. "What?"

"I've been nauseous for awhile now and then today I had a dizzy spell. I thought something was wrong but turns out I'm just pregnant. I got my stab wound rechecked and he said it shouldn't interfere with the pregnancy. I'm little over a month along. I talked to him about my alcohol consumption since we've had at least two karaoke nights in the past month. He doesn't think there is a problem right now. I'm supposed to go back in a couple weeks. I told him I was just passing through so he gave me his card so any doctor who sees me can call for my information. I sat there and listened to him tell me all of this but…how can I be pregnant? How can I bring a baby into the world with what we do? But more importantly, how the hell am I going to tell Dean?" I said quickly. Sam just looked at me. "Please say something."

"Wow." He said leaning back in the chair.

"That's all you've got?" I strained as I walked toward him.

"Sit." He told me. I did and looked at him with my best pouty face. "Listen, tell Dean when all this is over. But right now, this is the last place you should be. Let us take care of this because now, more then ever, you need to take care of yourself." He told me.

"But what should I do?" I asked him. "Do I keep it?" He just looked at me. "It's horrible, I know, but I'm scared."

"Do you want to keep it?" He asked.

"Of course." I told him. "It's a part of me and it's a part of Dean. But how can we take care of a baby when we fight demons everyday?"

"This isn't something you have to think about today. You need to go stay safe and after you've talked to Dean you can make a decision." He replied.

I nodded and went behind him, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Thank you." I said and kissed his cheek.

"Get out of here." He told me.

"Only if you two do." I replied but went to the door.

"We will." He smiled.

A few hours had passed before my phone finally rang. I quickly whipped it open. Sam was on his way. It was a small relief from the yelling that was going on inside my head. It didn't help that my nausea was back and the saltines weren't helping like they had earlier. Being stressed didn't help any. But when Sam arrived I felt better. He filled me in on what had happened since I had left, including an anagram Dana Shulps. After trying every possibility of what the words meant we may have found out something. After making a list of words that could be made with those two words we compared them to possible names from the town. Turned out that there was a street named Ashland not too far away. It was a place to start. We immediately went into research mode to figure out what it all meant. We hadn't figured out much when there was a knock on the door. I rushed to it, thinking it was Dean, only to find that it was Detective Ballard.

"What do you want?" I asked her. She held up her arms, showing me her wrists. I sighed and nodded, "Come in."

She wasn't here to arrest anyone, even though Sam had escaped from custody. She had seen the ghost. She was now the one who needed to be saved. We weren't going to turn her away.

"These showed up after you saw it?" Sam asked her.

"Yeah, I…I guess." She stammered.

"You guess?" I frowned at her. She just looked at me.

"All right. You're going to have to tell me exactly what you saw." Sam told her.

"You know, I must be losing my mind." She said pacing away from him. "You're a fugitive. I should be arresting you."

"Then we wouldn't be able to help you." I shot at her.

Sam ignored me. "All right, well, you know what? You can arrest me later. After you live through this." He told her sternly. "But right now, you gotta talk to me. Okay?" Diana nodded. Sam looked relieved as he sat on the edge of the table. "Okay, great. Now, the spirit, what did it look like?"

"She was…" She said recalling it in her mind, "really pale. And her throat was cut. And her eyes, they were like this deep dark red. It appeared like she was trying to talk to me, but she couldn't. It was just a lot of blood."

I cursed my emotions as tears came to my eyes. It sucked but I felt sorry for the ghost. What would it feel like to die like that and then never be able to escape it? I turned away from them. I listened as Sam showed her the pictures of every girl that had ever died or gone missing from Ashland Street. I didn't turn back to them until I heard Ballard find the picture of the woman she saw.

"Claire Becker, 28 years old. Disappeared about eight or nine months ago." Sam read.

"But I don't even know her." Ballard told him.

"It doesn't matter." I said walking over to Sam. "What's happening may not have anything to do with you."

"But why would she come after me?"

"Well, before she died, she was arrested twice for dealing heroin." Sam told her. "You ever work Narcotics?"

"Yeah." She replied. "Pete and I did. Before homicide." Her tone was slightly defensive. I eyed her but Sam went on.

"You ever bust her?" He asked.

"Not that I remember."

Sam turned to the report again and read, "It says she was last seen entering 2911 Ashland Street. Police searched the place, but didn't find anything." He handed the report to Ballard. "Guess we gotta check it out ourselves. See if we can find her body." He stated. I nodded and looked at Ballard.

"What?" She asked standing when Sam did.

"Well, we gotta salt and burn her bones. It's the only way to put her spirit to rest." He explained.

"Of course it is." She replied nodding.

I just smiled and grabbed my jacket.

We drove to the address of Claire's last known location. It was an old warehouse. It seemed like it always was. We split up to search the warehouse. Sam went up while Ballard and I stayed down. I was separated from Ballard by just a few yards, searching for anything, when she started to yell Sam's and my name. I turned to see Claire walking toward her in the shifty ghost like way. Sam came from the stairs but Claire was gone before either of us were there.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

"Yes." She replied.

"Did she attack you?" Sam asked.

"No. No, she was just, like, reaching out to me." She replied staring at the place she had seen Claire. "She was over there by the window." She said shining the light.

Sam and I turned toward it. Ballard walked toward it. A rack was in the way but it was clear that something was behind it.

"What is it?" I asked her.

"Help me move this." She told me. I did and we all looked at the writing on the window. "Our little mystery word."

"Ashland Sup." I read. It was backwards but it clearing spelt out Dana Shulps if you rearranged the words. "Hmph."

Sam turned to where the letters were reflected on the wall. "Now the extra letters make sense."

Sam brought out his EMF and walked toward the wall, explaining to Ballard what he was doing as he walked. I was already at the wall. When he brought the EMF to the wall it whirred and beeped. Only confirming what Sam was thinking. He found a sturdy bar and took the liberty of breaking through the bricks. When a few had fallen away he shinned his flashlight into the hole.

"Yeah, yeah. There's definitely something in there." He told us. He got an odd look on his face. I frowned but stepped back as he started to break more bricks. "You know, this is bothering me." He told us.

"Well, you are digging up a corpse." Ballard stated.

I couldn't help but laugh. Sam smiled and looked at her. "No, not that. That's pretty par for the course, actually." He told her. I laughed again.

"Then what?" She asked him.

I crossed my arms and waited for him to tell her. It didn't make sense. "It's just…I mean, no vengeful spirit I've ever tussled with wanted to be wasted. So why the hell would Claire lead us to her remains?" I shrugged behind him. "It doesn't make any sense." He said before breaking through the rest of the bricks.

I helped him pull a body wrapped in a tarp out of the hole. We uncovered it to find what was left of Claire Becker. She had shackles around his wrists, explaining the bruising on Ballard's wrists. Ballard frowned and from on top of Claire's body she pulled a necklace.

"That necklace mean something to you?" Sam asked.

"I've seen it before." She told him, though her tone had grown hard. "It's rare. It was custom-made over on Carson Street." She said before pulling the same symbol from underneath her shirt. "I have one just like it."

"Where did you get that?" I asked her.

"Pete gave it to me." She replied.

"Your partner." I stated. She simply nodded.

"Now this all makes perfect sense." Sam smiled. I stood and tried to follow his train of thought.

"I'm sorry?" Ballard asked.

"Yeah, you see, Claire is not a vengeful spirit." He explained. The light went on in my head and I nodded. "She's a death omen." I nodded again.

"Excuse me?" Ballard asked.

"It means that Claire's not killing anyone." I told her.

"She's trying to warn them." Sam added. "See, sometimes spirits don't want vengeance, they want justice. Which is why she led us here in the first place. She wants us to know who her killer is." It seemed that Ballard caught on to what he was saying. "Detective, how much do you know about your partner?" He asked her.

"Oh, my God." She said as some realization hit her.

"What is it?" I asked concern quickly entering my words.

Turned out that there had been a trail to follow but she hadn't made the connection. About a year ago, some heroin had gone missing from lockup. It was clearly an inside job but whoever did it was never caught. But whoever took it would need someone to fence it. Claire was a heroin dealer. So it had been Pete all along.

"Dean." I said and looked at Sam.

Ballard made a call on our way to the station. She was told that Pete had just left with Dean. He had said that the prisoner needed to be transferred and he just took him. I looked at Sam and his worried face mirrored my own. Dean was alone with a psycho cop, handcuffed with no weapon. Turned out he took a county vehicle and Sam mentioned a LoJack that could be turned on. They had a head start and after learning that he was capable of murder I was even more worried about my baby's father. My hand instinctively moved to my abdomen and Sam caught it.

"He's going to be okay." Sam told me gently. "I promise."

"You can't promise me something like that, Sammy." I said looking out the window.

"We're tracking him. We'll be there soon." Ballard told me. "I'm sorry about this guys. If I had known…" She said and stopped.

"It's not your fault." I told her. "Just go faster."

When the van finally came into view Dean was at gunpoint on the ground. Panic seared through me, bringing tears to my eyes.

"Damn hormones." I cursed as I got out of the car.

"Pete!" Ballard said drawing her gun. "Put the gun down."

"Diana?" Sheridan said surprised. "How'd you find me?"

"Dean…" I said looking at him.

"It's okay." He said gently.

"I know about Claire." She told him.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Put the gun down." She told him again.

The whole seen played out with me crying, Dean cuffed, and Sam backing Ballard as she tried to talk down her partner. Sheridan was too far gone. He went on to say that it wasn't his fault. Claire was going to turn him in and he had to stop her. The Giles couple wasn't his fault either. Tony had known what had happened but he got skittish and then he wanted to come clean. He assumed that Tony had told his wife Karen everything. It wasn't the case but she had to go anyway. Now Dean was his next target. His plan was to pin it all on him. He left Ballard with no other choice then to shot him. Diana couldn't kill him, hitting him in the leg. Dean rolled away as Sam and I went to help when Pete knocked Ballard down. He had the gun before we could do anything. But from behind him Claire appeared. It gave Ballard enough time to get a gun and shoot him. He was dead but in the end it had been for the best. He was about to murder all of us, starting with Dean. Ballard undid the cuffs and I played the typical hysterical female role, rushing to him as I cried like a little baby. It was ridiculous and below me but it was out of my control.

"You doing all right?" Sam asked Ballard when things had calmed down.

"Not really." She replied. "The death omen, Claire. What happens to her now?"

"It should be over." Sam told her. "She should be at rest."

"So, what now, officer?" Dean asked.

She sighed and looked at us. "Pete did confess to me, he screwed up both your cases royally. I'd say there's a good chance that we can get your cases dismissed."

"You could take care of that for us?" Sam grinned.

"I hope so. But the St. Louis murder charges?" She said shaking her head as she looked at Dean. I squeezed his hand as he frowned at her. "That's another story. I can't help you. Unless…I just happened to turn my back, and you walked away." She told him. I smiled at her, looking up at Dean. "I could tell them the suspects escaped."

"Wait, are you sure?" Sam asked her.

"Yeah, she's sure, Sam." Dean shot at his brother. I stifled a laugh.

"No, it's just you could lose your job over something like that." Sam told her. Dean scoffed at him.

"Look, I want you guys out there doing what you do best." She told us. I smiled at her again. "Trust me. I'll sleep better at night. Listen you need to watch your back. They're gonna be looking for both of you right now." She just looked at us. "Get out of here. I gotta radio this in."

"Hey, uh, wouldn't happen to know where my car is by chance?"

"It's at the impound yard on Robertson." She told him. He just smiled. "Don't even think about it." She said pointing a finger at him.

"It's okay, it's all right. Don't worry. We'll…we'll just improvise. We're pretty good at that." Sam grinned.

"Yeah, I've noticed." Ballard replied.

"Thank you." I smiled at her. "We really appreciate this."

"Get out of here." She told us again.

I nodded and took Dean's hand as we started the long walk back to town.

"So, are you okay?" Dean asked as we walked.

"I've been better." I told him.

"What is it?" He asked taking my hand.

"I have news for you and I'm not sure how you're going to take it." I replied, butterflies in my stomach.

"Just tell me." He said reassuringly.

"Fine, I'll just blurt it out." I said and took a deep breath. I stopped, pulling on his hand. He stepped in front of me. I took another breath before blurting it out like I had with Sam. "I'm pregnant."

"You're what?" He said raising his brows.

"I'm pregnant. I've been to the doctor and the whole bit. It's for sure and it's real." I told him quickly. "So far everything is fine. I bought prenatal vitamins and the whole bit. I'll eat right but…I want this baby." I told him. "Please tell me what you think."

"You're pregnant." He stated.

"Yes, we've gone over that." I said nodding.

"Wow." He said, shocked. I could see the wheels turning in his head. "You're pregnant." He said turning away from me. He ran his fingers through his hair. "You are pregnant." He repeated making me worry. "You're pregnant." He said walking back up to me. He put his hands on the sides of my head and kissed me passionately. "This is great." He smiled at me.

"Really?" I asked him, unsure if he really meant it.

"Yes. This is good." He said and kissed me again.

"Are you sure?" I asked him again.

"Don't you think it's good?" He countered.

"If you think it's good then it's good. I wasn't sure how you'd feel about it." I told him honestly. "I know we're not married yet but I do really want this baby. It's us." I said finally smiling, putting my hands on my stomach. Dean put his over mine. I moved my hand, putting his on my stomach, mine over his. "This is us."

He just shook his head with the shocked look on his face. "Wow." He said again and kissed me.

I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love you, so much."

"I love you too." He said starting to kiss me repeatedly. I laughed and pressed myself against him. Sam cleared his throat and we stopped.

"Can we get out of here now?" He asked.

I laughed and held tight to Dean's hand. "Yeah."

It was amazing how Dean's approval of my pregnancy made all the difference. It was okay because he said it was. As long as we were in this together then we would take it one step at a time. Everything would work out in the end and hopefully the outcome would be a safe and healthy baby.