Girlish Frenzy

AN: Ah! One more chapter after this one then Big Brother Winchester will give way to Watchful Winchester! Tell me what you think after you enjoy these last 2 chapters...and GO!

The Wendigo hunt had gone well, even when Ashley had been used as bait. Ashley was used to it at this point though, Sam and Dean were the best hunters when paired together, and they were stronger as a team. The Wendigo took her to some old hunting cabin once owned by a Jeremiah Cummings, but he had since passed of a gunshot wound. In the cabin, Ashley saw two more victims hanging in the corner like salted meat but she was able to get those tourists out safe, and was pretty sure they were never going to come back.

The ride back to the motel was completely uneventful, but Ashley's mind could not stop whirling at the fact that she had been pregnant not too long ago. She wasn't a teenager anymore, yet she still thought she was too young to be a mom. Ashley had always secretly wanted a baby girl to call her own, yet when she had slipped up and used a pronoun it was "he". Ashley was stuck in a tight spot and didn't know what to do, so she decided to ask Dean for help clearing up her confusion, but it would have to be later on tonight.

Dean could tell Ashley was worried about something as soon as they got back from the hunt because she had made a beeline for the shower, forgetting to grab her clean clothes. She wasn't hurt, she had no problem playing bait ever, so what had her in such frenzy? Ten minutes later Dean heard the water cut off, so he picked up her leather duffle to bring it in to her. Dean gently pushed the door so it would only crack and he stuck his arm holding the bag in.

"Thanks" she mumbled, snatching the bag from him.

"Hey, you up to get some chow after?"

"Sure" she answered quickly, "Sam coming too?"

"Yeah" Dean said getting the confirmation from Sam's quick head nod.

"Okay, be ready in 20" she said shutting the door once again.

"Hey is something up with her?" Dean asked his brother.

"Yeah" Sam said looking up at Dean, who had plopped himself down across the table. "She wants to ask us something but is afraid of the answer."

"How do you know all this chick crap?"

"I spent a year and a half living with one Dean, remember?"

"Oh, yeah right" Dean said clearly embarrassed for forgetting about Jess.

"So, where are we going to eat?" Sam asked trying to get the topic away from his years spent wayward.

"No clue, you two pick" Dean said leaning back in his seat waiting for Ashley to finish being a girl.

She finally emerged from the bathroom in worn jeans, oversized hoodie, and her combat boots, the only thing different than her hunting attire was the way she feathered up her loose hair; Ashley had so much hair it was impossible to keep out of her face when it was down, so the boys almost never saw it in anyway other than up in a bun, ponytail, or braid. "Ready" was all she said as she picked up her wallet and tucked in under the crook of her left arm so her fighting arm was free to grab the gun she had tucked into her waistband. "But I am not in the mood to sit in a car" she admitted as Dean picked up his car keys.

Dean looked at her like she had said monsters aren't real and Ashley knew the interrogation was coming soon. "Look" she whispered to Dean "I'll talk to you once Sam's out of earshot" she sighed know that she was now painted into a damn corner.

"You better" Dean said with his bitch please face.

Dinner was nice and honestly made Ashley feel better about everything going on in her mind. Sam was drinking a beer as he kept poking fun at Dean.

"Man you got soft" Sam said, finally seeing the worry written across his face every time he looked over at Ashley.

"Yeah, go figure why" Ashley answered seriously.

"Bite me" Dean said finishing off the last of his jambalaya "ready?"

"Sure thing, jerk" Sam said throwing down the money to pay for the food, "but I'll meet you all back at the motel in a few"

"Sure, bitch" Ashley smiled as she walked out the front door, not bothering to wait for Dean to come up behind her.

"Hey" he said finally catching up to his sister.

"Just give me a breath would ya'?" she said, spinning back to face Dean. He threw up his hands in frustration, but kept walking towards the hurricane.

"No, sorry I won't" he said to the point. "Sam's not here, so you are talking!" Dean barked with full authority in his voice.

"Fine, I want out!" she said not bothering to control the anger Dean put in her by not giving her a chance to collect her thoughts. "I want a house" she said feeling the tears run down her cold face "a-a-a-and I don't want to go alone, but I know you guys want to keep going."

"Damn right we do. But I know Sam'll want to stick next to you, and I need to stay by Sammy."

"No, Dean-"

"No Ash! We are family and it's going to stay just like that!" Dean said turning into John, and it was scaring Ashley.

Her face must have been an open book because Dean's hands unclenched and the red tint of anger that had been all over his face was draining back to his pale freckled complexion. After taking in a shaky breath Dean went back to the subject more calmly "I'll talk to Sam tonight and see what he thinks."

"Fine she said, spinning around and walking quickly back to the motel room.