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Chapter 27

It was dawn before Dean finally drove the Impala back to the motel and parked it a few spots away from where Allison and Addison's truck sat. When he had first left the room, he had had every intention of finding a bar and throwing a few back to get his mind off things. However, when he stopped at the first bar he saw, saddled up to the bar, and downed a shot; a pretty blonde sat down next to him and started laying down her charm. Eight months earlier, he would have flirted right back and had her in bed within a couple of hours but as he sat there and she ran her fingers along his leather jacket covered forearm all he could think about was Allison and how he had left things with her.

After declining the blonde's offer of 'a good time,' he left the bar and just drove until he came upon a park. He had parked the Impala and just sat there, looking out the windshield, trying to figure out exactly how he was going to apologize since it wasn't exactly one of his strong suits. When the sky started to change color was when he decided to head back, finding his way easily enough. He knew he had been an ass, there was no denying that, but he was tired of talking about it. He was tired of trying to solve the world's problems, but apparently it was his destiny to do just that.

As he unlocked the door he cranked his stiff neck and took a deep breath before walking inside. Not surprisingly, he saw Allison asleep in the bed curled up with her pillow and turned into his side of the bed. He sighed softly as he closed the door and glanced at Sam's bed only to find it empty and still neatly made. Dean frowned at that, but decided against questioning it. Addison wasn't in the room either, so, he assumed that Sam was with her and if they were together he had nothing to worry about. He put his keys on the table before he shrugged off his jacket, putting it on a chair, as he made his way over to the bed. He unlaced his boots and pulled them off as he came to a stop next to the bed. He carefully laid down on the bed next to Allison but on top of the covers.

"I was wondering when you were going to come back," she said suddenly, making him jump and turn his head to see her looking at him in the dimly lit room with sleep filled eyes. "Did you have fun?" she asked and he sighed again before he turned his eyes to the ceiling.

"Not really," he said honestly. "Look, Allie, I'm sorry," he said heavily after several quiet beats and turned his eyes to her. She was still looking at him expectantly. "I'm just . . . tired of talking."

"Okay," she said quietly before she loosened her grip on her pillow and moved so she was curled into his side, her head on his shoulder/chest as he wrapped his left arm around her and pulled her close.

"That's it?" he asked with a frown as he looked up again and Allison laughed into his chest.

"Were you expecting a fight?" she asked as she raised her head, resting her chin on his body as she looked at him.

"Well . . . yeah," he said as he looked at her, his frown still in place, and she smiled before she moved in close and kissed his cheek.

"You've literally got the weight of the world on your shoulders," she said in a soft whisper, her blue-gray eyes holding his green. "You shouldn't have to put up with a hormonal pregnant girlfriend jumping down your throat. However, you walk out on me like that again and you won't be making any more babies ever again."

He looked at her with raised eyebrows as she kissed his cheek once more and climbed from the bed before rushing into the bathroom, closing the door tightly behind her. Dean grinned before he laid his head back, however, winced slightly as he thought over her parting words and adjusted himself. Coming from Allison he knew that wasn't an empty threat.

Addison woke, slightly chilled, with the sound of a steady heart beating under her right ear and an arm wrapped tightly around her back and a hand gripping her blanket covered hip. She smiled before she opened her eyes and raised her head to look at a sleeping Sam. Their activities had been unexpected, but definitely not unpleasant. She had had every intention of talking to Sam and to just try and make him feel better, but when he kissed her she decided to forgo the talking. It had been slightly rough, but she wasn't going to complain. She enjoyed herself far too much to complain about anything, however, she wasn't sure if there was ever going to be a repeat performance but she wouldn't mind if there was.

"Sam," she whispered, deciding it was best to wake him since the sun was slowly rising. "Sam," she said again as she ran her hand back and forth on his bare chest. Sam took a deep breath before he opened his eyes and then turned his head so he was looking at Addison. He smiled at her before he raised his left hand to her hand on his chest and covered her hand with his.

"Morning," he said and she laughed softly.

"Morning," she said in response as his fingers dug into her hip as he tightened his arm around her. She had always known that Sam was put together nicely; she just had no idea how nice until his hard body was under her hands. "Sleep okay?" she asked and he laughed quietly.

"Yeah, you?" he asked and she nodded with a smile on her face that he easily returned. "I suppose we should probably head inside."

"Yeah," she said. "Allie's probably up."

"Really?" he asked and Addison nodded.

"She gets up early all the time now," Addison said before she sighed softly and laid her head back down on his chest, not really wanting to go back in the room. "I think she's training herself for when the baby comes." Sam laughed softly and slid his hand up from her hip to rest on her bare shoulder.

"Shouldn't we be going in?" Addison smiled at his question, but didn't raise her head to look at him. She just closed her eyes and sighed once more.

"Yeah, but let's wait a little while. I kind of like it here," she admitted and Sam smiled before he kissed the top of her head.

"I do too," he said and she smiled once more as Sam pulled her a little closer and the two of them slowly drifted back off to sleep.

When Allison came out of the bathroom a few minutes after she had gone in, she wasn't surprised to see that Dean was asleep. She had a feeling that he hadn't slept wherever he had found himself last night. Shaking her head and smiling as he started to snore very softly, she walked over to the bed and folded the covers over him. She grabbed some clean clothes from her bag and started to go back into the bathroom when she noticed the other bed was empty and made. She frowned and went into the bathroom, assuming that Sam and Addison must have gone to get breakfast or something.

After a hot and much needed shower, Allison changed into the black yoga pants and loose fitting t-shirt she had grabbed after changing her underclothes. Her bag with her warmer clothes was still in the truck, and she decided then to go and get it from the truck bed so she could get a sweatshirt out of it.

Allison went back out into the room and picked up Dean's bag she had thrown across the room before she had gone to bed and sat it down next to hers. She slipped on her tennis shoes, put on her jacket, and picked up Dean's copy of the room key before she made her way out of the room. She pulled her copy of their truck keys from the pocket of her jacket when she saw the truck was still in the parking lot. She walked over to it and around it before she started opening the tail gate. She opened the tailgate and the glass top only to stop and let out a short scream in surprise at what she saw inside. Sam and Addison sat up, Sam covering Addison's naked upper half from sight as they got their bearings. Startled from their sleep, they both looked at Allison with wide eyes and racing hearts.

"Holy . . . when . . . never mind. Sorry to interrupt," Allison said softly before quickly closing the tailgate and the glass and briskly walking down the sidewalk of the motel. She made her way down the street to the small café that wasn't far from the motel.

She couldn't have coffee, but she was in serious need of a hot chocolate and something sweet. She laughed quietly and shook her head as she walked, her long damp hair that was in a ponytail swinging behind her. She certainly hadn't been expecting to see that so early in the morning and she had seen far more than she ever wanted to of Sam Winchester. Despite her zero domestic skills, Addison was going to be the one to wash the blankets they kept in the back and Allison would make sure of that. There was no way Allison was ever going to use them until she did.

Sam and Addison looked at each other, Sam with slight worry etching his face and Addison a grin. They just looked at each other before Addison laughed and turned her face into Sam's shoulder as she laughed. Sam stiffened slightly, but soon found himself laughing with Addison before they shared the briefest of kisses and slowly started to get dressed.

Once back in the room, Addison and Sam took turns taking a shower before they redressed and quietly moved about the room since Dean was still sleeping. "Where do you think Allie went?" Sam asked quietly as he shrugged a button up on over his t-shirt and Addison ran a brush through her now dry hair thanks the blow dryer she kept in her bag.

"Probably to get something to eat," Addison said just as quietly. "She hasn't eaten since yesterday morning and she didn't keep any of it down." Sam nodded and watched Addison as she tucked her brush into her bag and zipped it up, his hazel eyes following her every move. "What is it, Winchester?" she asked him quietly before she turned her eyes up to his, a grin dancing on her lips.

"Nothing, I just . . .," Sam trailed off and her grin turned into a full on smile.

"Don't know how to act?" she asked and he laughed nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. "You don't have to act any differently. We're two consenting adults and if it happens again, I know I won't complain; how about you?" He smiled as he lowered his hand to his side and shook his head negatively.

"Definitely not," he said easily and Addison laughed quietly before she winked and turned away from him just as the door to the room opened to reveal Allison juggling a tray with three cups and a brown paper bag as she pulled the key from the door.

"Morning," Allison said as she quickly diverted her eyes from Sam and looked at the table where she sat everything down carefully so she didn't spill. She was slightly embarrassed for seeing all of Sam's glory, but she knew that Sam didn't know he was exposed after jumping up; so, she had no need to be embarrassed. "I got everybody coffee and some scones from the café," she said quietly, knowing that Dean was still asleep.

"You okay, Allie?" Addison asked and Allison looked at her sister with a small smile.

"I'm fine, and apparently so are you two," she said as she glanced between the pair and Addison smiled while Sam blushed slightly. "I feel a lot better than I did yesterday, not so green around the gills, and Dean I talked briefly when he got back. He knows he's an ass and I'm overly sensitive right now thanks to the hormones, so, we're good." Sam and Addison laughed as each took a cup of coffee while Allison pulled the creamer packets and sugar packets she had taken from the café for them.

"Where's yours?" Addison asked and Allison took off her jacket.

"Had my hot chocolate at the café and ate about six of those things," she said as she gestured towards the bag. "They're really good, and the girl behind the counter asked what my secret was to staying so fit and eating so many of those things." Addison laughed as she shook her head.

"What did you tell her?" Addison asked curiously and Allison smiled.

"That I usually wouldn't eat so many, but that I was very hungry and that I was eating for two," Allison said and Addison smiled before and Sam dug into the bag of still warm scones while Allison moved over to the bed where Dean still slept. She sat down on the edge of the bed and ran her fingers along his face. "Dean," she said softly, but he continued to snore quietly. She rolled her eyes before she moved her hand from his face to his shoulder and shook it slightly. "Dean," she said a little louder and Dean snorted as he jumped slightly and looked up at her. "I know you fell asleep a few hours ago, but I brought coffee and breakfast," she said and Dean sighed as he ran his hand down his face.

"Okay, I'm up," he said as he sat up and in doing so, his face was extremely close to Allison's. His still sleep filled eyes met hers, and she smiled at him. To her surprise, he closed the very small distance between them and kissed her gently; yet another way for him to apologize and she knew it. "Thanks," he said as he pulled back and looked at her with his patented grin that always made her smile as shivers ran down her spine. That grin was seriously lethal.

"Welcome," she said quietly. "After you eat something, you can lay back down and get some more rest."

"Nah, I'm good," he said as he shook his head slightly and ran his hand over his hair. "A few hours is usually all I need."

"We're taking a break for a bit, Dean, while we find out more about Bobby's condition," she said. "You can afford a little more than four hours sleep."

"That's more than I usually get," he said with another grin and Allison sighed as he scooted around her and climbed from the bed before he walked over to where Addison and Allison sat at the table. "Morning," Dean said even though he was pretty sure the pair had watched his exchange with Allison.

"Morning," they chorused as Allison joined them, sitting in the chair between Dean's and Addison's.

"Where were you two?" Dean asked before he bit into a scone and chewed as he looked expectantly between Addison and Sam. Addison and Sam shared a look before Addison looked back at Dean and smiled sweetly.

"That's none of your business, Dean, but I promise were perfectly fine . . . and safe," Addison said making Sam choke on the drink of his coffee he was taking and Allison laughed as she rested her head on Dean's shoulder while Dean unconsciously laced the fingers of his left hand with her right.

"What am I missing?" Dean asked and Allison raised her head slightly and looked at boyfriend.

"Trust me, you don't really want to know," she said and Dean looked at her with a frown while Addison laughed and Sam blushed slightly. Dean once again turned his eyes to Addison and Sam, and it took him all of five seconds to figure it out. He grinned and punched his brother's upper arm playfully.

"Way to go, Sammy," Dean said. Sam smirked and hit at Dean while Addison chuckled once more. Allison rolled her eyes as she turned her smiling face to her sister.

"You must have enjoyed yourself to have the giggles," Allison said in Gaelic as she looked at her sister. Addison smiled before she took a drink of her coffee and looked at her sister.

"You have no idea," Addison said and Allison laughed quietly as the boys watched the exchange as they continued to talk softly in the language the boys didn't know.

"Think they're comparing stories?" Dean asked Sam in a whisper and Sam frowned as he looked at Dean, who was looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"What?" Sam asked in a whisper, but before Dean could reply Allison and Addison's loud laughter filled the room and the two boys looked at the girls in question and their flushed faces as they laughed and looked at the guys.

"Yep, they are," Dean said as Allison squeezed his hand softly and Sam scoffed a laugh making Dean look at him as Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. He'd never admit it, but suddenly found himself curious as to what exactly they were talking about.

The next couple of days were pretty much the same as the first. They'd get up, have breakfast and then spend some time at the hospital with Bobby. However, after two days and no improvements to Bobby's condition the older hunter seemed to lose hope. Allison hadn't been able to meet with a doctor immediately, so, she had made an appointment. While Sam and Addison spent some time with Bobby, Allison was waiting in the small clinic for her appointment and surprisingly Dean was at her side.

"You don't have to be here, you know," she said and Dean gave her a pointed look that made her smile.

"Yeah, I do," he said before he kissed her temple, and the tenderness of the moment was not lost on her. Moments like that were not common, and she always kept those moments close to her heart.

"Allison Farrell?" a nurse asked and the two of them looked to the woman in the scrubs and Allison smiled at her before she and Dean stood, hands still entwined. They followed the nurse into the exam room and only let go of each other when the nurse told Allison to settled herself up onto the bed. After taking her temperature and checking her blood pressure the nurse smiled at Allison and wrote down the numbers. "Okay, how far along are you?" the nursed asked, already knowing the reason behind Allison's appointment.

"Almost ten weeks," Allison said and the nurse wrote it down.

"This is your first appointment?" she asked with a frown and Allison sighed softly as she nodded.

"Aside from the initial appointment with my doctor back in Iowa, yeah," Allison admitted. "I had a family emergency come up and I've been all over the place lately. This is the first time I've been in one place long enough to make an appointment." The nurse nodded and wrote down what Allison said.

"Your blood pressure and perfect, so, nothing to worry about there. Have you been having any strong symptoms?" she asked.

"I throw up a lot," Allison said. "Some days are worse than others, but the last couple of days have been good." The nurse nodded and continued to write.

"Okay, Dr. Cannon will do an ultrasound and we'll draw some blood to run a few tests," she said before she quickly set to work drawing a couple of vials of blood from Allison's arm. When she was finished she smiled at the two of them before she gathered her things "He shouldn't be long, so, just sit tight." Allison nodded as she pressed the cotton and tape a little firmer to her arm as the nurse left. Allison turned her eyes to Dean and smiled as she saw his nervous face.

"Relax, Dean, you look like you're going to be sick," she said and he let out a breath as he looked at her and forced a tight smile.

He wasn't sure why he was suddenly so nervous. He had been perfectly fine until the nurse said 'ultrasound' and suddenly everything hit him all at once. From the moment Addison told him Allison was pregnant his concern for her and their unborn baby grew exponentially to the point that she was always on his mind no matter what was going on around him. However, it hadn't fully hit him until that moment and with everything going on he wasn't sure that he'd even be alive when his kid was born.

"Hey," Allison said with a frown as Dean looked away from her and he turned his green eyes back to her blue-gray. "What's wrong?" He shook his head and smiled once more before he stood from the chair he had sat down in and walked over to her, taking her hand into his.

"Nothing," he said before he pushed some of her hair from her face. "Just a little bit nervous about what the doctor's going to say."

"I'm sure everything's fine," Allison said as she gave his hand a squeeze. "I've been taking my vitamins like I should and other than being a little stressed; I haven't been doing anything strenuous. Happily, I'm only craving one strange thing lately and it's practically the only thing I don't throw up."

"What have you been craving that's strange?" Dean asked and Allison laughed quietly as she ran her thumb along the back of his hand.

"For some reason beyond me, peanut butter and pickle sandwiches," she said and Dean made a face as he looked at her, making her laugh once more.

"Gross. I hate pickles," he added and she playfully shoved his shoulder, which made him laugh and feel much more at ease.

"I know," she said with a smile, "but right now they taste so good." Dean smiled at her again and was about to say something when there was a quiet knock on the door and it opened to reveal a man in his mid-fifties with small silver glasses and a smile on his face.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Williams," he said as he closed the door and held out his right hand to Allison. "You must be Allison," he said and Allison let go of Dean's hand to shake the doctor's hand, "and are you the daddy to be?" he asked as he looked at Dean and let go of Allison's hand. Dean nodded as he shook the doctor's hand. Dr. Williams adjusted his glasses before he looked at the chart and smiled as he nodded. "Your vitals are normal, which is great. How about we take a look at your baby?" he asked as he closed the folder and turned his smile to Allison.

"Sure," she said and the doctor helped her get comfortable as she laid back on the table while Dean moved further up the right side of the exam table. Dr. Williams then pulled out the ultrasound machine from its place by the wall. The machine was humming and Dr. Williams typed a few things into it while Allison rolled up the hem of her shirt slightly.

"Could you push down your pants slightly for me?" Dr. Williams asked and Allison did as he asked. "Okay, this is going to be cold," he said as he picked up the tube of gel and put some on her stomach, making Allison shiver slightly. He picked up the wand and pressed it to her stomach as he turned on the screen of the machine and hit a few more buttons. Suddenly, the sound of a fast and steady rhythm echoed through the room.

"What's that, doc?" Dean asked quietly, even though he had an idea of what it was. Dr. Williams smiled as he kept his eyes on the screen and he moved the wand around Allison's stomach, pressing firmly.

"That, my boy, would be your baby's heartbeat," he said and Dean quickly took Allison's right hand into both of his as his eyes immediately went to the screen. "He or she isn't much to see yet," he said slowly before he hit a button on the keypad and held the wand still, "but this is your baby's head." He pointed out a small mass on the screen and Allison smiled a teary eyed smile as she looked at the screen and Dean's hand tightened on hers.

"Is the baby okay?" Allison asked as she finally tore her eyes from the screen that Dr. Williams had unfrozen before he moved the wand around her stomach once more. The doctor looked at her, his smile still on his face.

"Perfectly fine," he assured her and she let out a slow breath before she looked up at Dean, who was still watching the screen intently. "I'll print off a few of these images for you to take," Dr. Williams said as he pulled the wand back and hit a few more buttons on the machine. "Are you taking your vitamins as your regular doctor prescribed?" he asked and Allison nodded.

"Yes, sir," Allison said.

"Good, good," he said. "Any spotting or pain?" he asked as he handed her a few damp cloths from the container on the machine and she managed to pry her hand from Dean's to take them from him and wipe her stomach.

"No," she said as she shook her head, "just a lot of nausea and a few more tears than normal."

"Which is common," Dr. Williams said and Allison nodded as she fixed herself and sat up, Dean's left hand settling on her lower back. Dr. Williams put the machine back in place before he tore a few pieces of paper from a small printer and handed them to Dean, whose eyes went to the images in his hands. "The blood tests should be ready soon, so, it shouldn't be too much longer of a wait for you. My nurse will probably come back in to send you on your way. If there are any problems, I'll be back. I don't think we'll have any issues given your good physical condition and health. It was a pleasure to meet you both."

"You too," Allison said. "Thank you, Dr. Williams." He nodded, picked up her file and left the pair alone. Allison looked up at Dean and found herself curious at the unreadable expression on his face. "What are you thinking?" she asked and he looked up from the pictures of the ultrasound and at her.

"That I'm going to be a dad," Dean said honestly, his tone rough. Allison laughed quietly as she furrowed her brow.

"Yeah, a fact that you've known about for a while now, Dean," she said and Dean sighed before he looked back down at the pictures and shook his head as he returned his eyes to her.

"I know, but now it's a hell of a lot more real and . . . well . . .," he trailed off, not knowing if he should say what he was thinking, but he didn't have to. Allison already knew. The stuff Zachariah told him hadn't left her head since she found out, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to know what he was thinking. She reached around to pull his left hand away from her back and settled it on her lap, her hands encasing his empty one.

"I know," she said, mirroring his words and he kissed her temple before they looked at the images of their baby; both hoping against hope that things would all work out in the end, but both knowing the chances of that were slim to none.