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Chapter 37: Born Under a Bad Sign Part 1

So a month went by and I gained a little more weight. It was something that the boys couldn't really tell, since I was around them all the time, without me saying something about it. Although I could tell, every time I went the bathroom or got in the shower and I was both excited and irritated all at once. I stopped weighing myself, knowing I'd only scowl at the scale every time I did it. Of course Dean was entertained by that fact, like he didn't know women gained weight when they were pregnant. He wanted to weigh me everyday and see how much further I had moved along. He was way too excited than a man should be…but I couldn't have been happier by that fact.

Sam was taking it well, I think every time I said the word baby or pregnancy he looked a little faint but at least he wasn't actually fainting anymore. I think he accomplished acquainting his face with the floor twice. Once when I first told him and twice when Dean mentioned Sam and him should both be in the room with scrubs on when I have the baby. Sam's face turned so white I actually looked on the floor to make sure he wasn't bleeding out. Although when he came to, he smiled meekly at me and nodded his head and agreed he'd do it…without fainting. I remembered giving him a huge hug, anything he could do for me was perfect. I'm just glad he wasn't angry or upset like I really thought he would be. It just finally cut off all the notions he might have had in his head about me and being with me.

I went to the doctors a few times to make sure everything was in order. I finally got a sonogram, which made me wish my mother had been there with me to hold my hand. I told the nurse not to tell me the sex of the baby yet, although I was pretty sure she wasn't sure yet, but regardless I wanted to wait a little bit longer to see. I was hell bent on having a girl, but anything would make me happy. Especially since whatever the sex was, it was Dean's baby too and I knew everything would be perfect. I wasn't going to tell him that either, knowing what kind of ego he had. It'd shoot through the ceiling and release drywall on his head.

The doctor was a bit worried about my stress level and things like my job moved me around a lot. A lot of stress wasn't good for my body or the baby and I had to make sure I got lots of rest and took care of myself. He also wasn't happy when I told him I didn't have a stable doctor, which meant I didn't have a health care plan or anything. He insisted that having one doctor I could count on to follow through all the steps of my pregnancy was a good thing and that he strongly recommended it. But I knew we couldn't settle down and the line, 'things to kill; people to save' was strongly on my lips. Dean took over and insisted we'd try and settle down and have a steady doctor that we would go to regularly but I knew that was just to please the doctor and get him off our backs. We couldn't have a steady doctor because we were in one place and then another place, seven states over, a week later. Unless they gave us a travel doctor we could conveniently pack into the Impala, we weren't going to have one. But Dean and Sam assured me that every month; they'd get me to a doctor no matter where we were or what we were doing. I brought up something about cases and Dean mentioned that that didn't matter either. If we were in the middle of a case and I needed to head to the doctors, some other hunter could take over. I was more important. I rolled my eyes at both of my over protective boys. I knew if it came down to that, it wouldn't happen. One would stay and one would go; as simple as that.

We were in West Texas now, finishing up a hunt on a local spook. Apparently some lady that knew John called Dean's cell and we took care of a ghost problem for her. Bad things about poltergeists however, when you work with one there somehow seems to be more than one in a matter of ten minutes.

"I can't believe you made me sit in a salt circle." I said angrily, slamming the Impala door so it echoed. If my anger/pout childish manner wasn't pissing him off, the dent to the door would.

"Come on, Andy." Sam said tiredly, getting out after me.

"Open the car door and close it correctly, right now." Dean demanded, steam curling out of his ears. If he would have had glasses on they would have fogged.

"I'm pregnant," I said emotionally. "Not handicapped!"

Dean groaned, putting his hands over his ears in a dramatic gesture. "And already overly emotional." He spat and Sam glared at him. "And I'm pretty sure they prefer to be called handy-capable."

"Don't you think since you know she's emotional you'd not yell at her?" Sam asked with a stupid look on his face. "For everyone's benefit?"

"Like I'm so difficult to be around." I threw my hands up in the air as I went to the trunk. "So sorry for the burden."

Now Sam groaned, almost making me feel bad. Almost. "That's not what I meant. Multiple poltergeists can be bad news, Andy. We just didn't want you to get hurt."

"Right," I scoffed, sounding childish. But I couldn't help it. "Because the salt ring really would have protected me against flying objects."

Sam winced. "Well, that thought occurred later."

"When the couch almost squished me against the wall!"

Dean pushed me gently away from the trunk and opened it, refusing to let me help with the bags. He kept passing them to Sam and when I tried to grab one he threatened to bite me.

"Is that supposed to be some type of threat Dean Winchester?" I asked with a sly smile that I learned from him and crossed my arms over my chest.

Dean's lips quirked into a smile as he looked into the trunk for anything else to grab and finally closed it. "Well, it was, but now I'm starting to think of another thing I can use my teeth for."

Sam sighed and looked up at the dark night sky, rolling his eyes as I let out a small giggle. I couldn't help it; especially when the thousand images flashed through my head. Dean curled an arm around me and secured a tight hand on the small of my back and pulled me towards him into a small hug. Sam just grunted and muttered something about taking the bags in.

"Can't I help with anything?"

Dean nodded, putting his other arm around me as well and laced his fingers against my back. "Sure, you can help make the coffee…and wash the clothes and make me pie." I shoved his chest and it made him chuckle. He then raised his eyebrows slightly and I knew something dirtier popped into his head. "You can help me take a shower."

I nodded without smiling, trying to be serious. "You do manage to get soap in your eyes."

"I do and I can never seem reach the…" He trailed off, leaning his face closer to mine to leave a soft kiss on my lips. "Right places." He drawled; hot mint that reminded me of candy canes pushing against my lips. His lips brushed mine as he talked and I kissed him again, moving my arms up around his neck. His arm muscles pulsed against my ribs and his hands worked delicate circles around my back as he pushed his tongue through my mouth.

It wasn't hot out, but I felt like my body was soaking up heat like a sponge and I shivered as the wind whipped through the desolate parking lot. Dean pulled back and smiled at me, taking off his leather jacket to place around my shoulders.

"Thanks." I said, pushing my arms through the sleeves.

Dean shrugged slightly, not being cocky. "Can't have my girls be cold."

"So you think it's a girl today?" I asked as he picked up two bags off the ground. Most likely his and my duffel and another weapon bag.

We started taking more weapons into the motel since I was pregnant. All that needed to happen was for one demon to be tipped off. Just one for all of them to suddenly know that the Winchester boys was traveling with a pregnant woman. Then they'd all come running. At least that's what Bobby warned us might happen. He had been thrilled for about ten seconds and then gave us all the warnings, all the things to look out for just in case. So we carried pretty much all the weapons with us, just to be safe in case anything came to call. Besides, the things needed cleaned anyways; they were easier to depend on when you knew they were clean and ready to use. Guns wouldn't jam and such. I don't think I ever saw the trunk so barren looking.

"Well, I'm trying to see how I feel everyday." Dean explained, hoisting both bags over his shoulder. He held out his one arm and I walked towards him and he pulled me to his side as we walked. I wrapped his jacket further around me as another gust of cold wind whipped through the parking lot as we headed to the main entrance. It felt like a storm was coming. "Yesterday I felt like a boy, today I feel like it's going to be a girl."

"And why would you say that?" I asked.

"Eh," He said with a smile and gave me a small kiss on the side of my head. "It'd be nice having a little girl that reminds me of you."

I smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek but as we moved I managed to kiss his jaw line instead. "And the names for today?"

He held the door open for me and I walked into the warmness of the motel lobby, which was a small pale blue room with one desk. "Marissa and…" He looked at the ceiling and thought for a moment as the door closed. "Mary."

I nodded, knowing where that last one came from. "Those are nice. I like the one you said the day before yesterday…what was it?"

"You like it but you can't remember it?" He quirked with a head tilt and I giggled, shoving him as we approached the desk. "Veronica."

"Yeah, that ones pretty." Dean shrugged and adjusted the bags. "Been reading the baby books again haven't you?"

Dean grinned. "They have name ideas, I can't help it."

"Please, I knew you were only looking in there to see if your name was under the D's."

"It wasn't by the way." He pouted and I kissed his cheek.

"Are sure you weren't looking in the girl's name section?"

Dean's lips pursed and he his eyebrows scrunched as he glanced at the floor. He only did that when he was about to sneeze or thinking deeply. I was betting on the hamster wheel slowly turning in his head. "Pretty sure it was the boys."

We stood in front of the desk but the guy was on the phone, obviously having a personal conversation. It sounded like his boss or hell, even his mother. He looked like a bit of a mama's boy. He was wearing a Star Wars black t-shirt that said something about Yoda. I couldn't see his pants but I was pretty sure they were tight and black. He had long greasy brown hair to his shoulder and thick framed glasses that were pushing too harshly against his nose and covered up the bright electric blue eyes.

"Did you see the names like Dana or Delilah?"

Dean let out a short laugh, scratching the back of his neck. "Actually yeah, never occurred to me I was in the wrong section."

"Have you ever meant a boy named Delilah?" I asked, putting one hand on my hip. Dean glared at me and I chuckled, punching his arm playfully. "We can look for your name in the boys section before we go to bed? Okay, you dork?"

Dean let out a short scoff, looking away from me. "Whatever brat."

Darth Vader behind the desk cleared his throat rather pointedly, pushing his glass farther up the bridge of his nose. "Can I help you?"

I looked at him somewhat incredulously. Hadn't he just been on the phone and we had to wait for him? Yeah, he could help me; he could stop living with his mother and start dressing like an adult. That's how he could help.

Dean, surprisingly, was cool as he spoke. Which kind of surprised me but I guess I was happy he hadn't snapped at the guy yet. "Yeah, my brother just came in here and got us a room. Can you tell me what number you put him in?"

"I can't do that." Darth Vader said simply and looked down at his drawing, which was of an anime type looking person.

Dean was pissed already, just by the calm way the guy had told us no and how quickly he shut us out. He looked like he was ready to grab that drawing and shove it in the guy's mouth. Actually, I was pretty sure if he kept blowing us off Dean was going to do just that.

"And why not?"

He sighed, irritated as he looked up at me and Dean. "Room confidentiality."

"Confidentiality?" I asked, knowing that he probably didn't know how to spell the word let alone what it meant. "We know the person."

"I don't know that." He replied snootily. "And I can't just let you and your pimp or whatever he is just go on up there." He was joking; it was clear by the way his mouth quirked at the end of his sentence. But Dean, however, found it less than funny.

My mouth fell agape as Dean grabbed the guy's t-shirt, damn near pulling him up and over the desk. Guy had a lot of balls, let me tell you. He didn't look the least bit threatened, probably because he had a lot of practice with other guys grabbing his shirt and bullying him.

"What did you just call her?" Dean bellowed, ignoring the fact that Darth Vader had said nothing about me. But assuming he called Dean a pimp it only meant I was one thing.

"Can't you just call up to the room?" I asked meekly, which for some reason made Dean let go of the guy's shirt and pop him back in his chair.

Dean stepped back from the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked like a distorted version of a bouncer and the scowl on his face was angry enough to scare anybody. Dark Vader rolled his eyes but picked up the phone regardless. I could tell by the way he swallowed and glanced at Dean out of the corner of his eyes that Dean had made his point. He dialed the number and held the phone to his ear.

"It's ringing." He said; voice dry.

Dean's voice was dry too and his knuckles were white as he clenched his fists. "For your sake I hope he answers."

I went towards him and hooked myself to his side, gently causing him to relax his tense muscles. I buried my nose in the side of his t-shirted arm, pushing my lips into his skin. He sighed and his arms came out of the threatening pose and tenderly wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

"Hi, this is Seth from the front desk." He shifted his eyes toward Dean again and somehow when he did that his dark blue eyes lost a shade of pigment. "There's a woman and a man down here asking for you." I felt like Sam was some type of huge business man that we weren't allowed to see; and Dean was about to knock the teeth out of this assistant. "The man claims he's your brother."

"Claims?" Dean muttered angrily under his breath and shifted impatiently on his feet. "My fist is about to claim a deep bruise on his face." I snorted and Dean glared at me. I cleared my throat and shook my head; apparently he was trying to be a hardass and my laughing wasn't funny. I rolled my eyes, what a damn macho man.

Seth, who was still a Dark Vader jackass, nodded into the phone and hung it up. "Dean and Andy?" He asked.

Dean and I nodded slowly. If he needed any other type of confirmation I was going to hit him. "Everything in order Obi Wan? Can you tell us our freaking room?"

"You're in 324. I'm guessing I don't have to give you a key." He said rather hotly and pointed his nose back at his drawing, fiddling away with the huge spikes of hair the man on the paper had.

Dean pulled on my hand to get me to the stairs before he caused some real damage to the guy's face but I hesitated, glancing at his t-shirt again. "Hey, did you see the last Star Wars movie?" He shook his head frantically, putting his hands up like I was ready to hit him like Dean had. Spoiler phobic; I grinned inside, just like I thought. "Yoda dies." I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

His eyes went wide and I swear to God filled with some sort of tears. "Why would you tell me that?!" He screamed; putting his hands over his head as Dean dragged me towards the stairs with a smug smile on his face.

"You've never even seen Star Wars before." Dean commented as we walked up the one flight of stairs.

I let out a giggle. "Yeah, but Darth Vader down there doesn't know that."

"Do you even know who Yoda is?"

I shrugged. "Is that the little green guy that somehow reminds me of Marvin Martian?"

Dean chuckled even though I had been totally serious and pulled me into an embrace as we walked. I really did love those damn side hugs of his. "I love you." He said softly, letting it wash over me like a really warm, cinnamon scented bubble bath.

I giggled again and kissed his mouth, which pushed against mine hungrily. "I love you too. We should see if Sam wants to see Star Wars, we can rent it." I said as we reached room 324.

Dean laughed and knocked on the door. "It'd bore him Andy. We both know Sam's more of a Rain Man and The Notebook kind of guy."

"It's my turn to pick the movie." I said as Sam opened the door.

"You guys have trouble with Seth?" He quirked, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

Dean and I both pointedly ignored him. "Isn't it always your turn to pick the movie?" Dean asked as I sat down on one of the beds, letting my lower lip pout slightly. He tried not to smile and succeeded in rolling his eyes instead.

I shrugged. "I'm the only girl, I get privileges."

"I don't know Andy," Dean argued, plopping the duffels on the floor with the rest. "With Sam in the running it's getting to be a very tight race."

"Shut up." Sam and I both said in unison and I threw a pillow at his head. It hit him in the face and I giggled as he glared playfully at me and leaped onto the bed, pushing me onto my back and into the comforter.

His lips crushed against mine and I felt his hands slide under my back and lift me to pull me even closer to his chest. I heard Sam groan and I smiled against Dean's lips, pushing my tongue around his mouth like I was exploring forgotten land for the first time. He was pushing his pelvis into mine and even though I was pregnant I felt that same heat pulse through me like a tidal wave.

"You know that's how the Baby Boom started." Sam commented dryly which caused Dean to lift himself from me and flick Sam off. Sam shrugged and chuckled at the gesture and plopped down on the opposite bed, flipping the TV on.

"So the next case we have can I actually partake on it?" I asked quietly. I knew both Winchester boys could hear me. I had been with them all my life; they could pick up little things in my voice that no other person on the planet could. They could hear hints of anger or distress, happiness or when I was excited. They could hear my voice when it was soft and usually covered their ears or ignored me when it was annoyingly loud. But I couldn't blame them; hell I even did the same thing.

"Yeah," Dean stated, rolling over and off the bed. "You can do the research."

"But don't you think it's best for me to do stuff in the case while I'm not as pregnant?" I asked, practically begging with him like he was my father. "The more months that past by the less I'll be able to do anyways."

I saw Sam shrug out of the corner of my eye. "She's kind of got a point."

I smiled slightly and stood as Dean went through the duffels. He had his back to us and I knew he wasn't deaf; he was listening, he was just blocking out the stuff he didn't want to hear. He pulled out some pajamas for himself and for me and I looked back at Sam unsure. He nodded and gave me a small head tilt of encouragement and I nodded, turning back to Dean.

"Dean?"

"Hmm?" He answered, somewhat soft yet it was short.

I wanted him to stop moving around and look at me. Finally I stood in front of him and blocked him from getting the clothes off the bed to change into. He sighed and looked at me straight on, guessing that's what I wanted. I gave him a soft smile that I hoped was swaying.

"Come on," I said, wrapping both of my arms around his waist. I squeezed him and he smiled, placing a small kiss on my nose. "Just a little more action while I can still move around and see my feet to do it. I promise, if it's too much, you can chain me to the bed and I'll listen."

"You listen?" He asked with a laugh. "And if you wanted to be chained to the bed Andy…" He trailed off, his hands traveling lower to squeeze my thighs. "All you had to do was ask."

The volume of the TV turned up on that note and I placed a gentle kiss on his lips, trying to get him to focus. Although, I guess using a kiss didn't exactly do that. "Please."

Dean's smile faded and for a moment he looked at everything but me. Finally he locked eyes with me and hugged me tightly to him. "I don't want anything to happen to you." He motioned to my stomach. "To either of you."

"I'll be careful." I said again but even that didn't sound like something that would help my case. With the things we dealt with, even if they had patterns or routines, anything was unexpected. And one time or another something could happen that none of us would be prepared for. That's how people got hurt or even died. But normal life did that too, that's what I was trying to explain. I could walk out into traffic and get hit by a bus. Same unexpected-ness, just no supernatural element. Then I thought of something.

"I have you and Sam." I said simply with one shrug of my right shoulder. "How could anything bad happen to me with my two superheroes around?" I asked, smiling.

Dean grinned; I so had him, and hugged me tightly while he ran his hands over my back.

"You know, if you're Batman," Sam started and Dean pulled back, his one arm still around my waist. "That mean's I'm Superman. And Superman kicks ass."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Superman would get his ass handed to him, bitch."

"Pretty sure Superman could fly Batman into space, jerk."

I giggled as Dean looked stumped. "He does have a point Dean." I said with a yawn, covering my mouth with my fist. I got my PJs off the bed and looked at what Dean had gotten out. "Do I have the boxers or the sweats?" I asked, seeing they were both his.

Dean shrugged as he turned to look at me, temporarily stopping his arguing with Sam. "Whatever you want. I'll wear what you don't pick."

I nodded and Dean turned his head back at it and argued something about the batcave which Sam came right back with the fortress of solitude. I rolled my eyes and quickly slipped out of my clothes and put Dean's boxers on. Both of them were so engrossed in the fictional conversation that I could have been prancing around naked and neither of them would have noticed. As the meaning of transportation came up I groaned, regretting bringing up the conversation at all. I'm sorry Dean but Superman won. He just did. Sex appeal, Batman had in the bag…other than that…

"Did you just change out here?!" I looked up to see a very angry Dean.

I shrugged. "You didn't notice."

He then turned to Sam who had his hands up like Dean would start swinging. "I saw nothing."

"Better fucking stay that way." Dean muttered and I rolled my eyes, fixing the tank top I had on.

"Oh please, both of you were way too worried about your superhero status to notice." I put my clothes away in the 'need to be washed' duffel and sat down at the table and opened Sam's laptop. "If I had to be a superhero…I'd want to be…" I thought for a moment and bit the nail on my thumb.

"Wonder Woman." Dean groaned and bit his lower lip. "Sexiest outfit I've ever seen."

I rolled my eyes and turned on the laptop, waiting for it to load. "Too bad Halloween is all the way in October."

"Nobody said you needed to wait till October to put an outfit on Andy." Dean said with a lustful shrug, eyes traveling up and down my tanned body.

He made me shiver with heat and I blushed, turning my attention back to the task at hand. Finding us a new hunt. I watched him get undressed out of the corner of my eye. He took his t-shirt off to put another one on and the necklace he wore with the protective pendant bounced on his chest as he moved. His tanned pecs twitched and gently shifted underneath the cotton as he lifted it over his head. His muscles flared and his skin screamed for attention as he pulled his jeans down. His legs were muscular and tight and it gave me the overwhelming urge to run at him and squeeze him everywhere at once. My eyes traveled over the boxers he had on. And I mean everywhere. He pulled the sweats up in one swift motion and adjusted the draw string. The pants, for some reason to tease me, hung low on his hips and I could see his pelvis bones form a V into elastic of his pants.

I must have been drooling or smiling or something else embarrassing because Dean chuckled and my face turned instantly beet red.

"I see you smiling over there." He said, walking slowly to where I was sitting. I looked up at him with a shy smile and my sentence was cut off by a huge unsuspecting yawn. He ran a hand through my hair and then ruffled it. "I can look for a job if you wanna get some sleep." I turned to glare at him and he raised his eyebrows. "It's not a 'because you're pregnant thing'." He insisted.

"Then what is it?" I asked as I stood.

"It's a 'my girlfriend is tired and her boyfriend is worried she's not getting enough sleep' thing. You know, I did have that reason before you were pregnant."

That was true. He had a lot of reasons to use when it came to taking care of me and some were more ridiculous than others. But I knew it was just because he had a good heart and he really did want to care for me. And how could I deny that? Especially when other people didn't have it as good as me. Yeah, that's right. I was bragging. When you have a nearly perfect guy, you're allowed to. At least to yourself.

I leaned my chest against him and kissed his chin. "You want me to sleep?" Dean nodded, pushing hair behind my ear. "Can't I just help look—?"

He cut off my sentence, kissing my lips. "Come on," He pleaded, pushing me towards the side of the bed. He pulled down the sheets and kissed me again. "You can get the bed warm for me. You know how I hate cold sheets."

He gently tapped my butt as I turned around and headed into the bed, crawling under the sheets. He sat beside me and pulled the sheets up to my neck, leaning down to graze his lips over my forehead.

I yawned again, which to my annoyance, just proved Dean was right in me needing some sleep. "Are you coming to bed soon?"

"Why? Miss me already?" He asked; full grin set on his face as he ran his fingers through my hair.

I rubbed my face into the pillow, his tender hand motions putting me to sleep. "I sleep better when you're right here." I said drowsily.

I could hear him smile and smirk as my eyes began to close. "I'll make sure I hurry to bed then baby."

He kissed me once on my nose and then on my lips and pulled away. I felt him crawl into bed an hour later and I turned into him, placing my head on his chest and snuggling into the warmth of his light blue t-shirt. He smirked and pulled me close to him, re-adjusting the sheets and kissing my head.

I got the perfect night sleep.

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Unfortunately the perfect night sleep didn't equal the perfect next day. When Dean and I woke up Sam was gone. And I'm not talking about he went out for breakfast and left a note. He was gone. We tried looking for him at the nearest gas station, mini mart, restaurant, bar, strip club; hell, anywhere was a pretty good choice right now. Three days past and we still hadn't found him. We tried his cell; we branched out to Ellen, Bobby and Jo. No one knew where Sam was and Dean was a feverish mess. At first he had only been angry, because why else would Sam take off other than the obvious? We just figured he had been angry about my pregnancy all along and selfishly took off. But not calling after at least a day was unlike Sam, even if he was angry, and that's when we knew he hadn't left because of something like that.

Then after day two the 'what if's' started to settle in and around our brains. Our fears of yellow eyes and other demons after Sam came to life and some nights Dean and I didn't even sleep. We just searched the streets and the endless highways looking for Sam. But driving was useless. We had no idea where he could have gone and we had left West Texas three days ago. He could have been back there or anywhere in between. Hell he could have been in Canada and we wouldn't have any way of knowing.

"We told Ellen and everyone to keep an eye out." I said tiredly. "Someone will find him."

Dean shook his head, running his hands over his head as he sat on the end of the bed. "He doesn't want to be found."

I looked at him carefully, watching his hands run through his hair and rub his temples. He was tired and he was at the end of his rope. If we didn't find Sam soon I wasn't sure what Dean was going to become. First he had been angry. Anger is easy to deal with when you realize it's just fear. But then he became obsessed. Hell bent on finding where Sam had went. I knew he was worried; I was too and terrified and angry and feeling everything at once for him. I prayed to God he was okay; literally I prayed. As I said; I'm a believer under pressure.

"Why would he just run out on us?" I asked, sitting next to him. "With nothing. I mean there was no indication Dean. The last time he did this you had just had a fight with him. But everything was fine that night."

Dean kept rubbing, a little harder now around his forehead and eyes. "I know that Andy. Which makes me think he didn't leave at all."

"You think something got him?"

Dean sighed a heavy and shaky breath. "I don't know what to think." He said, nearly silent.

I put a gentle hand on his back and he looked up slowly at me as I rubbed a comforting hand over him. "It'll be okay." I assured him and he nodded, not believing a single God damn word.

He sat up; his frame no longer looking like it was crumpling with a huge invisible weight on his shoulders. I gently pulled him into a hug, running my hands over his back and through his hair. I made sure my hands hit pressure points on his back, making him sigh and rub his face against my shoulder. I massaged his neck for a moment as well; leaving gentle butterfly kisses along the side of his head.

"It'll be okay." I repeated, more to myself that time than to Dean.

Whether God was trying to be ironic or helpful was beyond me but Dean's phone started chirping loudly and vibrating in-between us. He pulled back and frantically dug in the pockets of his leather jacket, searching for his phone. His hands were shaking so bad that he could barely get a hold of the damn thing.

"Relax, baby." I said soothingly as he found his phone and opened it on the last ring.

"Sammy? Where the hell are you? Are you okay?" He asked frantically, questions pouring out of his mouth like rapid rainfall from the sky outside. I shuttered as I heard it thunder again, the lighting in this fucking motel flicker in and out.I heard Sam answer him just as frantically, and my heart strings pulled. He was terrified. "Hey, hey, hey! Calm down. Where are you?"I pulled on Dean's jacket, wanting to know where he was so we could hurry and make sure he was safe or at least alright…so I could kick the ever living shit outta him. I warned him what would happen if he just up and disappeared on me and Dean again. "All right, don't move. We're on our way."

"Where is he?" I asked Dean as he grabbed our stuff and hoisted it over his shoulder.

"Wisconsin." Dean replied with one short, angry answer and took off into the torrential downpour of the rain outside. I got soaked trying to keep up with him and threw myself into the passenger seat, closing the door quickly. Five seconds later and he would have been pulling out of the parking lot whether the door had been closed or not. He'd been doing that a lot lately the past few days.

"So why is he in Wisconsin?" I asked; my teeth chattering as my hair dripped with water.

Dean was wet too, but I knew he wasn't cold. He never got cold, just like Sam. I, on the other hand, got cold easier than I got hot. And right now I was drenched and the cold air of the car was making me shiver. I wrapped my arms around myself, but that only helped slightly.

"He didn't say. He was confused and terrified Andy. I swear to God if that kid's not okay…" He trailed off looking at me. "Damn it." He swore, turning on the heat.

"What?" I asked, confused.

He slammed his hands on the steering wheel and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Andy. I totally forgot it was pouring outside and I just…"

"You were trying to get to Sam. I know, don't worry about it." I told him honestly. He felt bad that I was soaking wet but it's not like he had had an umbrella and refused to share or something.

"You can't get sick." Dean swore again and I sighed, shifting closer to him.

I looked around the area we were driving in and houses turned into road and yards with picket fences turned into long fields of green. Or I'm guessing green; it was night out and pouring down rain. No traffic or cars so I laid down on the seat, placing my head in his lap. I rubbed my cold nose into the warmness of his thighs. His jeans hadn't gotten soaked; I'm guessing the leather jacket overlapping them had something to do with it.

"Keep me warm then." I said sleepily and I felt his one arm rest on my shoulder, rubbing to keep heat and friction. He turned the heat up in the car and flipped the music on. The tunes of CCR and Dean stroking my hair put me to sleep.

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