A Baby Changes Everything

The trip to the clinic was like walking on egg shells for Dean. They had been sitting in the wishing room for hours and where still no closer to the front of the line. Dean had started to doze, so he laid his head down on Ashley's shoulder to prevent waking up with a stiff neck in the morning.

"Ashley Ruger" the lady in blue scrubs called, looking up from the clipboard in her hands.

"Yeah" Ashley called back, nudging Dean in the side before standing up.

"Right this way" she said ushering them down the white sterile hall to an exam room, the lady's smile was too fake and it only set Ashley on edge.

"You ready for this?" Ashley asked placing herself on the exam table while Dean took the chair tucked away in the corner.

"Me? Am I ready?" Dean asked surprised, with a look on his face like he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Yeah" she chuckled answering his confused question, "ready to find out if you got your wish to be an uncle answered."

"No" he laughed, allowing his heart race to decline just enough to keep from sweating up a storm under his leather jacket, "are you ready?"

"I don't know, I feel like a dumbass host to a parasite growing inside of me" she sighed looking down at her stomach and reflectively putting her hands over the spot where it'll start growing in a couple months "but I'm also slightly happy I guess" she admitted, moving her hands and looking up at Dean.

"So what did the doctor say?" Sam asked looking up as Ashley shuffled in, hand over her stomach with a blank look in her eyes; just from the way she was carrying herself Sam knew the answer but still waited for confirmation before standing up to congratulate her. Dean was close behind her, carrying he backpack by the top strap.

"Uh, I'm going to be a Mom" Ashley said struggling to say the words.

"That's great" Sam said standing oh to give her a hug, which wasn't reciprocated and that shocked Sam. "Then what are you going to do?"

"Well I don't know. I mean I want to keep hunting with my brothers but-"

"But" Dean interrupted her mid-sentence, "you got a bun in the oven."

"Yeah, thanks Dad" she said spitting at him.

"Sure thing, so you're stuck at home doing research and sitting on your ass" he said tossing a water towards her, which she purposefully let fall to the ground at her feet. Ashley, upset at how Dean suddenly started treating her once he found out she was pregnant, stormed out the door of the motel and started walking down the road without looking back or thinking about grabbing anything.

Truth was Dean didn't know what to do with Ashley. He was scarred out of his mind and didn't know how to help her. She was pregnant for God's sake, and hunters can't be pregnant!

"What are we going to do with her Sammy?" Dean said looking up at Sam.

"Let her be. She's just scarred right now and her hormones are-lethal" he said pausing to figure out how to best explain the situation to Dean. "She'll come back tonight to find a spot in either bed, don't take over the whole damn mattress" Sam chuckled.

"Yeah, okay" Dean said buying what Sam said and heading straight for the bottle of whiskey tucked into the back of the counter. "Our family is screwed to hell Sammy" Dean spat out, already feeling the effects of the alcohol being as he had practically chugged the whole bottle.

"No, it's normal for once" Sam said with a stupid grin on his face.

Ashley finally stumbled back to the room, to find all lights out. As she opened the motel door, her senses were assaulted at all angles, the sounds of snoring coming from both brothers, one much louder than the other, as well as the smell of stale cigarettes and sex swimming into her nostrils suddenly sending her stomach into flip flops and contractions. Ashley ran to the bathroom and just barely made it before her stomach decided to empty all its contents into the toilet in front of her.

The sounds of retching had woken Sam up, padding into the bathroom; he knelt down next to Ashely who was curled up next to the toilet.

"Morning sickness comes at night too?" Ashley mumbled out, still careful not to move and cause another wave on nausea to hit her.

"Ready to go to bed?"

"Yeah, give me a hand up?" Ashley popped open an eye and directed it towards the shadow looking over her.

"Alright, little one. Up and at'em" Sam said lifting his little sister into his arms without any hardship and lifting up with his knees. "Which bed?" he asked, walking slowly and smoothly as he possibly could.

"Yours, no need to wake Mr. Grumpy up as well" she managed out without losing what little was left in her stomach.

"As you wish" Sam quoted her favorite movie, carefully laying her down onto the bed, furthest from the door before grabbing he a trash can and placing it on the floor next to her side.

"Thanks Sammy" she said slipping out of her jeans and rolling onto her stomach to get more comfortable.

"Night Ash" Sam chuckled as he climbed back into bed and instantly drifting back to sleep like he never got up in the first place.

Sam woke up again to the sound of Ashley puking and leaning over the bed. Leaning over her, Sam grabbed her hair to keep it clean and put a hand on the small of her shaking back.

"I can't do this Sammy" Ashley sobbed, tears running down her cheeks mixing in with the sweat running from her forehead.

"Sure you can Ash" Sam said sleep still encompassing his vocal cords. "Dean and I will always have your back cuz we are family."

"You better" she said coughing and moving away from the edge of the bed "if you ever want to see your little niece or nephew."

"Note taken" Sam said chuckling moving over so Ashley had space to roll back onto her back.

"Good. Mind grabbing me some water?"

"Sure" Sam said, sliding he freakishly long legs out from under the scratchy sheets.

"Thanks big bro."

"Anytime Little one, now get some sleep. You're going to need a lot the next 9 months" Sam said chuckling.

"Why are you always the one taking care of me Sammy?"

The question had shocked Sam at first, but he was asking himself the same question for weeks now, so the answer was easier now "cuz I love you more. Plus Dean's hands are kinda full with everything else" Sam said, hating that he couldn't actually tell the truth to Ashley.

"I guess" Ashley slurred from exhaustion.

"Going for a run?" Ashley mumbled when she felt the weight in the bed shift. "Uh yeah" he said "sorry I woke you."

"No, I wanna go with you."

"Uh, alright. But you sure? You had one hell of a night."

"Yeah, I'm sure. Some fresh air will do me good" she said sitting up.

"Fine, but no slowing me down though."

"Deal" she said pushing herself up to a sitting position "I'll be ready in 5."

The sound of her feet pounding against the sidewalks as doing its job to clear her head. How could she get pregnant? The frat boy wore a condom and he never really finished inside of her...technically. When this baby comes along, she wouldn't be able to keep hunting and she knew it, plus Dean would kill her if she brought that kid up in the life.

The ground had suddenly gotten uneven under her feet, and within seconds she was tumbling forward in slow motion.

"Hey, Ash!" Sam said stopping next to her once he realized she was no longer next to him. "You alright?"

"Yeah. Just forgot where my head was" she said rolling from her back to her side, but not using the energy to stand up yet. "What are we going to do? Can't hunt with him, can't teach him to hunt-"

"We'll figure it out Ash" Sam said interrupting her disorganized line of thought, but then he realized what Ashley had said, she said HE. "Wait, you think it's going to be a boy?"

"Oh, I didn't even notice I said he, maybe but I dont know" she said, turning pink at her slip of the tongue.

AN: What are they going to do?! What should they do? I was kind of in a weird mood when I wrote this one, so the tone of the story may change a bit, but everything is going to stay on the same track! Hope you enjoyed it, tell me what you think!