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Chapter 35

Allison felt beyond fat as she stood at the sink in the kitchen and attempted to wash the dishes. She was a little over halfway through her pregnancy and it wasn't as fun or exciting as it used to be. Her feet were swollen, her back ached, and sleeping was particularly difficult. Even with the 'pregnancy pillow' her doctor suggested it took her forever to get somewhat comfortable and fall asleep. Her outlook probably wasn't helped by the fact that she was increasingly annoyed every day that passed that she was stuck in Iowa while Sam, Addison, and Dean were out fighting the fight. She may have talked to them every day or every week depending upon what they were doing, but she was tired of being in the house and watching bad TV. She thought it was funny that she was inwardly complaining because growing up, all she wanted was a regular life and the ability to just kick back and relax without a thing to worry about. Sadly, she may have been able to relax, but she had plenty to worry about.

"Allie!" a familiar voice shouted and Allison nearly dropped the plate she was drying as she looked to the doors that led into the kitchen. She quickly put the plate and the towel down on the counter before she wiped her hands on her shirt and quickly waddled her way to the door that led to the foyer. Allison smiled so big she was sure that her face was going to crack when she saw Dean standing at the base of the stairs. Dean smiled back at her and the pair met halfway, each of them throwing their arms around the other. They hadn't seen each other in person since Dean, Addison, and Sam left a little over two months earlier, and Allison clung tightly to him.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her face buried in his neck and he sighed quietly as he closed his eyes.

"Taking a few days to rest up, thought Iowa was a good a place as any," he said before he opened his eyes and the two of them pulled apart. Allison smiled up at him and raised her hands to his face.

"I've missed you so much," she said through her smile as she ran her thumbs along his cheeks. He smiled back at her and raised his hands to her wrists before he gently lowered her hands from his face and turned his grip to grasp her hands tightly into his.

"Back at ya," he said.

"Where are Addie and Sam?" she asked and Dean's smile changed to a grin.

"Giving us fifteen minutes before they come inside," he said and she laughed as she rolled her eyes while Dean leaned down and caught her lips in a firm kiss. Allison kissed him back just as heatedly as he kissed her and she brought her hands to his short hair. She felt weird kissing Dean with her stomach barring her from getting as close to him as she wanted and slowly, she broke their kiss with a sigh as she looked up at him. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm a whale," she said and he raised his eyebrows. "Seriously, Dean, look at me. You sure you want to be making out with me when I now waddle when I walk?"

"Allie, there's not a lot that would make me not want you, and trust me, the way you look right now is only making me want you more," he said and Allison blushed. Dean leaned in and kissed her soundly once more, his left hand settling on her the side of her extended stomach. Dean pressed his hand into her stomach as he kissed her and the response was a sound and swift kick by the baby boy growing inside. Allison gasped and pulled away from Dean as he quickly pulled his hand from her stomach and looked at it before he looked at her stomach. Allison had moved her hands to her stomach and laughed quietly as she raised her head.

"Well, that might stop you," she said and Dean smiled before she reached out and grabbed his still hanging hand before she put it back on her stomach. Dean looked at his hand and grinned at the steady thump against his palm as Allison's hand covered his. "He does this a lot," she said sounding slightly breathless and Dean raised his eyes from their hands to her face.

"Does it hurt?" he asked her and she took a deep breath through her nose.

"Depends on where he's kicking," she said with a small smile. "Right now, it's not as bad as it could be." Dean ran his thumb along her stomach and he moved a little closer to her and kissed her left temple as he wrapped his right arm around her and held her close. Allison closed her eyes as Dean's warmth wrapped around her. Like always, when she was in Dean's arms, she felt protected and as if nothing could hurt her. However, the feeling was always short lived. Their baby's stiff kicking slowly stopped and the baby settled once again while the couple just stood together; both forgetting the troubles outside of their small moment together.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I would like to hug my sister," Addison said and Allison and Dean pulled apart. Dean stepped aside so Allison and Addison could hug. Allison laughed quietly as Addison gently rocked her back and forth before pulling back. "Look at you! You're as a big as a house."

"Thanks, Addie," Allison said dryly and Addison smiled a toothy smile at her sister before she hugged her again and then pulled apart. "Hey Sam," she said with a soft smile at the younger Winchester. Sam smiled at her. "You all want something to drink?"

"A beer would be great," Dean said and Allison nodded before she turned to go to the kitchen. Addison rolled her eyes before she grabbed her sister's arm, stopping her from going into the kitchen.

"I'll get everyone a round," Addison said. "You go sit and relax. You look beat. Do you want anything?"

"Apple juice," Allison said and Addison smirked before she nodded her head and went down the hall to the kitchen. Dean took Allison's hand and walked with her into the living room with Sam following behind.

"Where are Chris and Emily?" Dean asked.

"In town," she said. "Chris needed to get some supplies to winterize the house and Emily went along to pick up some paint colors."

"Paint colors? For what?" Dean asked as he helped her lower herself into the arm chair while Sam sat down on the sofa.

"Emily has plans to turn her craft room upstairs into a nursery," Allison said as she watched Dean sit down on the sofa. His eyebrows rose and Allison put her hands on her stomach.

"Really?" Sam asked with a smile and Allison nodded a smile playing on her lips. Dean grinned when he saw her rub her stomach absently and he found himself wondering how often she did that.

Addison soon rejoined the group and as they all took their drinks, mindless chatter filled the room. Dean nursed his beer and watched Allison as she laughed at whatever Addison said and he sighed quietly. He hated that he wasn't there for her like he should have been, that he wasn't there holding her hand at her doctor appointments. However, he knew Allison didn't hold it against him. She understood better than anyone and that made him love her all the more.

The day went by far quicker than any of them liked. It was eleven that night and Chris and Emily, along with Addison and Sam had all gone to bed. Sam was camped out on the couch so Allison and Dean were upstairs in her bedroom, neither really wanting to go sleep. "When are you guys leaving again?" she asked him as they sat together on her bed, their backs resting against her pillows and headboard.

"Day after tomorrow," he said as he took her hand into his and ran his thumb along the back of her hand and she nodded.

"That's soon. Why so soon?" she asked and he kissed the side of her head.

"I wish I could stay here with you, Allie, but you know why I can't."

"I know," she said as she turned her head, their eyes meeting and Dean's hold tightened on her hand. "Sometimes . . . sometimes I wish I wasn't pregnant so I could be out there helping instead of sitting on my ass. All I want to do is shoot something," she finished firmly as she slightly shook their joined hands.

"Allie," Dean started as he pushed down his smile and planned on assuring her it was okay, but she shook her head.

"You know if our roles were reversed, and you were the one stuck sitting around, you'd feel the exact same way," she said and Dean sighed heavily since he knew that she was right. If he was laid up and she was out on the road, he'd be just as frustrated as she was.

"Yeah," he said, "you're right; but you can't change anything right now, Allie. You've only got a few more months to go and you'll be holding our son in your arms."

"I know, and I'm looking forward to it; but that doesn't mean I can't be frustrated," she said as she ran her left hand down her stomach and looked away from her, her eyes going to where her hand rested. "Aside from going to the market with Emily or the doctor, I haven't left this house in months. I'm going stir crazy," she finished as she turned her eyes back to Dean.

"Okay," he said. "Tomorrow, you and me, we'll take a drive," he said making her raise an eyebrow, but he kept going. "We'll make a day of it. It'll be just the two of us."

"Three of us," she said with a smile and brought her left hand to rest on top of her stomach. Dean laughed quietly as he reached over with his right hand and covered her hand with his.

"Yeah, it'll just be the three of us," he said and Allison tilted her chin up slightly as she leaned into him and kissed him chastely.

"We'll be normal for a day," she said and Dean's smile turned sad, but he covered it by kissing her again. His hand left her stomach and moved up to cup her face and her hold tightened on his left hand as she returned his kiss just as heatedly as he was kissing her.

"Wow, okay," Dean said after he pulled away from a breathless Allison, who was smiling at him as he looked away from her and ran his hand down his face. "Even after earlier, I forgot what that felt like," he said and she laughed quietly, making him look at her once more.

"Tell me about it," she said and he smiled at her. "We should get ready for bed." He nodded and the two of them went to the bathroom together. While Dean changed out of his clothes, Allison pulled back her hair, brushed her teeth and washed her face before they switched places and Allison pulled on the olive green t-shirt of Dean's she had been sleeping in. She had a gray one of his too that she also slept in simply to feel like he was close. Emily had bought her a few nightgowns to wear, but they weren't as comfortable as Dean's shirts. Dean looked at her in the mirror as she smoothed his shirt over her stomach and adjusted the band of the shorts she was wearing underneath. He smiled as he brushed his teeth and subtly shook his head. He rinsed out his mouth and put his toothbrush with hers before he turned to face her.

"I was wondering where my clothes had disappeared to," Dean said and Allison smiled shyly at him as she shrugged. Dean laughed before he kissed her cheek and took her hand. They went back to her room and the two of them crawled into bed. Allison decided to forgo her pregnancy pillow that night and use Dean instead. She sighed quietly as she rested her head on his shoulder and settled her body next to and on top of Dean as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. For the first time in weeks, Allison was actually comfortable as she laid down to go to bed.

"Good night," she whispered and Dean tilted his head and rested it on top of hers.

"Good night," he whispered back. He reached up and turned off the lamp that rested next to her bed covering the two of them in darkness before they both drifted off to the first good night's sleep either of them had had in a long while.

Allison laughed as she wiped the mustard from Dean's upper lip and nose as he chewed the bite of his hot ham sandwich that he had taken. He gave her a closed mouth smile as he chewed and took in the happy and carefree expression on her face as she pulled her hand away.

They had spent the entire day together, just doing whatever the two of them felt like around town. They had drove around for a while before they went into town after Allison said she wanted to walk around for a bit. They had only made it half a block from the car before Allison had spotted the café and deciding an early dinner wasn't a bad idea, she dragged Dean inside because she was starving. They were nearly halfway through with their meals, and Allison was eating as slow as she could to drag on the day on for as long as she could.

"Today's been such a good day," she said before she took a bite of her chicken salad.

"Yeah, it has," Dean said, smiling as though he too had not a care in the world. However, reality soon came crashing down around them as Dean's phone started ringing. They shared a look, both their smiles leaving their faces as Dean put down what was left of his sandwich and wiped his hands on a napkin before he pulled out his phone. "Sam," Dean said and she nodded. As she put her fork down and sat back in her chair, Dean answered his phone. "Yeah," Dean said before he sighed and looked down at the table. "All right, we're heading back." He hung up his phone and slowly returned his eyes to Allison.

"You guys are leaving sooner than expected, huh?" she asked and Dean nodded.

"We gotta get back," Dean said before he pulled out his wallet and took out enough cash to pay for their food. Allison stood and pulled on her light jacket before Dean took her hand and the two of them left the café. He opened her door to the Impala and Allison climbed into the car, sighing as she put her hand on her stomach and waited for Dean to get in the car. He climbed in and started it up before she spoke.

"What's going on?" she asked as Dean started up the car.

"Sam got a text from Chuck," he said. "He sent an address and said 'life and death' situation. We're going to go and check out what's going on." Allison nodded her head and it didn't take the pair long to get back to the house. Once they went inside, they saw Sam finishing packing his bag. "Addie coming?" Dean asked and Sam nodded.

"Yeah, she's upstairs repacking her bag," Sam said as he zipped his up and Dean went upstairs to get his things. Allison sighed as she looked at Sam, who gave her a small smile, before she followed Dean upstairs.

"I want to go with you," she said as she followed Dean into her room and he stopped bending over to grab his bag from the foot of her bed and turned around to look at her.

"Come again?" he asked.

"I'm going with you," she said and Dean frowned. "I can't just sit around here anymore, Dean."

"We're not having this discussion right now," he said as he turned away from her and grabbed his bag before going over to the laundry basket she had sitting on the arm chair in her room and took his clean clothes out of it before stuffing them in his bag.

"There's no discussion to be had, I'm coming with you," she said as she moved over to her closet and pulled out her already packed bag. Dean looked at her again, his eyes going to the bag in her hand before moving to her face.

"When did you pack a bag?" he asked and Allison shook her hair from her eyes.

"This morning when you were in the shower," she said. "I was hoping to sweet talk my way into going along for a while, but Chuck sending you a text sort of screwed up that plan."

"Allie, no," Dean said firmly before he returned to packing his bag.

"Dean, I'll stay in the car; hell, I'll let you lock me in the motel room if you want," Allison said and Dean sighed heavily as he lifted his head and looked at the wall above the headboard of her bed. "Dean, I'm fine," she assured him, "and I can be your researcher while you, Addie, and Sam are hitting the streets as my dad used to say. I need to feel like I'm at least contributing to fighting the good fight and not just riding it out under a rock." Dean looked at her then; part of his brain thinking it wasn't a terrible idea and the other half thinking she was nuts and he was just as crazy for even contemplating it.

"Allie, you know as well as I do that no matter how many precautions we take, something can go wrong," he said and Allison shook her head as she closed the distance between them and put her empty right hand on his left forearm.

"I know, but I promise I'll do whatever you tell me to do. No questions asked." Dean raised his eyebrows at her choice of words and Allison smiled and blushed lightly as she lowered her hand from his arms.

"You'll do whatever I tell you to do?" he asked and she rolled her eyes as her cheeks darkened even more at his suggestive tone.

"I'm serious, Dean," she said even though she was smiling slightly.

"If I tell you to stay in the car, you'll stay in the car?" he asked and she nodded. "Even if you hear gun fire and shouting, you'll stay in the car?" he asked and she hesitated. "That is why you're staying here," he said as he pointed at her and then finished packing his bag before he zipped it up.

"Dean," she said, but he shook his head as he grabbed his bag. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, his green eyes meeting her blue as he pulled back. "I promise I'll stay in the car if I hear gun fire, shouting, and/or an explosion," she said quickly, catching his arm before and the two of them just stared at each other for a second. "Please," she whispered before she kissed his chin. Dean's resolve broke then and he sighed through his nose.

"Fine," he said softly. "This one job and the second we're done, you're coming back here."

"Deal," she said with a small smile and he took her bag from her before he left her room, nearly running into Addison as she walked down the hall.

"You're sister's a pain in the ass," Dean said before he headed down the stairs and Addison stopped and frowned before she looked at Allison as she walked out of the room, her smile still on her face.

"What's up with him?" Addison asked.

"I talked him into letting me come along on this job," she said and Addison's eyebrows rose.

"Seriously?" she asked and Allison nodded. "How?"

"I have my ways," Allison said and Addison made an 'ew' face.

"Damn. I don't want to know." Allison laughed and the two girls made their way downstairs.

It was a little after one in the morning and Dean was still driving. He glanced in the rear view mirror and sighed when he saw Allison's reflection and her sleeping soundly next to Addison who was out for the count as well. "You know, I still can't believe you let her come with us," Sam said as he turned off the flashlight he was using to check their map once more and Dean glanced at him, his hands tightening on the wheel a bit. Sam had woken up not too long ago, but Dean wasn't budging from his seat behind the wheel. They only had a few more hours until they'd get where they needed to be.

"Yeah, I can't either," Dean said, his voice rough.

"She'll be okay, Dean," Sam said to reassure his brother. "Addie won't let anything happen to her. None of us will." Dean just nodded and pressed the gas pedal a little harder. He knew Sam was right, but that didn't stop him from being pissed off with himself for caving and letting her tag along.

It was almost nine in the morning when they reached the inn where Chuck had told them to meet, and after helping Allison from the back of the car Dean followed after Addison and Sam who had started for the building. Addison had yet to officially meet Chuck and she was curious as to what this prophet guy looked like. "You okay?" Dean asked when Allison slowed and he frowned when he saw her looking off towards the left. Dean followed her gaze only to be just as confused as she was.

"Am I seeing things or are there three cars parked in the lot that look exactly like yours?" she asked him as she looked at him and he shook his head as he looked back at her.

"No, you're not seeing things," Dean said and they both looked back at the cars.

"Dean, Allie; come on," Addison said and both Dean and Allison followed after them. Allison couldn't exactly jog like the rest of them, so, she settled on walking as quickly as she could.

"Chuck, hey," Sam said as they walked over to the pacing man. Addison raised an eyebrow and smiled. That was Chuck? She wasn't sure why but she had been expecting someone . . . bigger.

"Guys?" Chuck asked, looking like he had just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His eyes moved to Addison and then Allison once she reached Dean's side and stood between him and her sister. Chuck swallow hard before looking back at the guys. "Um, hi, w-w-what are you guys doing here?"

"You told us to come," Dean said firmly.

"Uh, no I didn't," Chuck said.

"Yeah, you did. You texted me," Sam said. "This address, uh, life or death situation; any of this ringing a bell?"

"No, I-I-I didn't send you a text," Chuck said.

"Seriously?" Addison asked sharply as she crossed her arms over her chest and Chuck swallowed hard once more as he looked at her. Apparently, Addison frightened him. Allison couldn't say she didn't blame him for being afraid. When Addison wanted to she radiated 'bitch' vibes and that moment they were pouring off her. She hadn't had her morning coffee yet and sleeping in the back of a moving car wasn't exactly conducive to a cheery Addison.

"We drove all night," Dean said.

"I'm sorry," Chuck said. "I don't understand what could have . . . oh crap."

"What?" Dean asked, sharply, his patience thin.

"Sam!" a voice said and everyone looked to the top of the stairs. "You made it!"

"Who the hell is the chick?" Addison asked her sister in Gaelic and Allison shook her head negatively.

"I don't know," she said back in a whisper.

"Oh, uh, Becky right?" Sam asked and Addison just managed to hold back her laughter.

"His super fan," Addison said and Allison nodded as she smiled, remembering Dean telling her all about the strange girl that had told them about Chuck's message when they were looking for the Michael sword before they learned it was Dean.

"Oh, you remembered," Becky said and Dean rolled his eyes before he glanced at Allison. "You've been thinking about me."

"I . . .," Sam said and glanced at his brother who was giving him one of his many looks.

"It's okay, I can't get you out of my head either," she said.

"Um, Becky, did you take my phone?" Chuck asked and Becky looked at him.

"I just borrowed it from your pants," Becky said and Chuck sighed.

"What?" she asked. "They're gonna want to see it."

"See what?" Dean, Sam, Addison, and Allison all asked at the same time and Becky frowned as she finally noticed the two girls with the boys.

"Who are you?" Becky asked with a frown; and her frowned deepened even more when she noticed Allison's extended stomach.

"We're with them," Addison said with a forced smile and falsely sweet voice. "Now, princess, why don't you tell us exactly why we rushed all the way out here." Becky opened her mouth, but she was cut off.

"Hey Chuck," a larger man in a yellow button up said from at the top of the stairs, drawing everyone's eyes to him. "Come on, pal, it's show time." The man started for the entrance of the building and Becky smiled before she rushed up the stairs.

"Guys," Chuck said and Sam and Dean looked at him, "I'm sorry. For everything," he said before he followed the pair and the four hunters looked at each other before the sighed collectively and followed the others, Dean taking Allison's hand to help her up the stairs. They followed Chuck and the man in the yellow shirt inside the inn with Allison walking along side Dean and Addison on Sam's left while Becky took up the rear. Just as they strode inside a heavy set man wearing similar clothes to Dean laughed and walked on by them.

"Hey, Dean, looking good," the man said as he pointed at Dean, making Allison frown.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean asked and the man stopped and turned around to look at him.

"I'm Dean too, duh," the man said before he turned back around and continued walking. Dean frowned as he looked at Allison who looked at him with an expression that showed she was just as confused as he was, and then he looked at his brother. However, Dean stepped in front of Allison when he saw something start to approach and Sam and Addison turned around only to go into defense positions until they realized it was a man in a mask and get up as he came to a stop in front of them.

"Uh oh," the man said, "it's Sam and Dean. I'm in trouble now. Have fun you two," he said before he roared at them and fake slashed at Sam with his plastic hook. Becky was laughing and giggling behind the guys and Addison really wanted to punch the girl's lights out for just being so freakin' annoying.

"What?" Dean asked as he looked at Sam and Sam made a face as he looked further into the inn, drawing all their eyes to what he was looking at. There were handfuls of people in costumes and a booth selling the 'Supernatural' books the guys knew Chuck had written along with various other items and trinkets.

"What the hell?" Allison asked taking in the sight in front of her. "Is that a woman dressed up like Bobby?" she asked Dean quietly and Dean's eyes moved to the person Allison was talking about and his eyebrows rose when he saw the guy she was with. He assumed the guy was dressed up like Ash given the mullet wig and he shook his head in amazement at how stupid they looked.

"Becky," Sam said slowly, "what is this?"

"It's awesome," Becky said and the two men and two women looked at her like she had grown another head. "A Supernatural convention; the first ever."

"Great," Addison said. "We just found ourselves in an inn filled with at least ten sets of Sam and Dean. I thought the two of you were bad enough." Sam smirked and shook his head while Dean glared at his better half's identical sister who gave him a toothy smile.

"Addie," Allison said.

"I'm just saying," Addison said with a shrug and a genuine smile as she looked at her.

"Come on," Becky said. "Chuck's Q&A is about to start." Becky walked in between the two boys and Dean's grip tightened a bit on Allison's hand before he followed after Becky. Sam and Addison followed them, and Addison smiled as she walked along side Sam.

"So, would you tap that crazy ass?" Addison asked and Sam nearly tripped over his own feet at the question as they walked.

"What? No," Sam said and Addison laughed as she looked up at him.

"Really? Because I think she'd let you take her in the middle of the lobby if you wanted to," Addison said and Sam could see the sparkle in her eye at her teasing words. He just rolled his eyes and looked back ahead. "You wouldn't even touch it?" she asked as she glanced up at him.

"Not with a ten foot pole," he said in a whisper and Addison laughed loudly before she walked into the room with Sam. It was obviously a wasted trip, but it was undoubtedly going to be an interesting day.