alright, i decided to do tall tales, upon many requests :D

so everyone knows the italized o0o0o0o0o0o0o are when the flashbacks occur.

i'm doing this the best i can. i hope its okay :) this eppie is hard to work with. enjoy!

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Chapter 40: Tall Tales Part 1

I blew my nose until my throat hurt and scratched my tired eyes. I could feel the edges of my nostrils ache with redness and I shook my head, throwing the three tissues into the trash. I looked around the bathroom for a washcloth to wash my face with. Well, Dean and I had managed to fight off the typical cold for two and half months of my pregnancy; congratulations. I'm sure the next time we went to the hospital the doctors would give us some sort of plaque. I had mixed feelings about my pregnancy already but this was taking the cake. Now not only were Dean and Sam worried about the baby and myself 24/7 they were now shoving vitamins and juice into me like I was a black hole. I knew it was for my own good and I was beyond happy that Dean and Sam were kind of bonding over the act of taking care of me but I swear to God if Dean mentioned a vitamin one more time I was going to pull my hair out. Colds usually lasted like five or some odd days right? I was on day two and I knew it'd get a little worse before it'd get better, which meant I still had some vitamins and juice splurging for a few more days. That also meant by the time I was done with this cold I'd be bald from pulling out all my hair.

This case we were on was weird too. I mean, how many things can you really shove into one case and it only have one cause? We were up to our knees in bullshit with this case and nothing we tried to turn it to made sense. We finally had to call Bobby last night and have him travel over here. I mean; maybe it was just us looking at and analyzing it for so long that we couldn't connect any of the dots and we needed some fresh eyes. But, seriously, how could you connect anything that had to do with a spirit, an alien abduction, and alligator in a sewer to anything other than bullshit? An angel had been one thing but all these things together just kind of made me laugh, even though people were dead because of them.

My nose wrinkled and I felt the familiar pinch in the back of my sinuses. I grabbed for a tissue letting loose two harsh sneezes and groaned when it earned me a knock on the door.

"Can you come out of the bathroom for five minutes to take these vitamins?" Dean asked but his voice was annoyed and not gentle anymore. He'd been asking the last half hour to come out of the bathroom. But I wasn't moving a muscle until one of those damn Winchesters admitted into shrinking my clothes. Sure, everyone was already mad about something. I heard most of it before I went into the bathroom. Sam was pissed about his laptop, something had happened to Dean's car and I just realized all my clothes had been shrunken nearly two sizes.

I hadn't been so mad about it at first, okay accidents happen, I could get new clothes. The fact was however that neither of them would admit it. And both of them had done the laundry since I wasn't allowed to help with anything anymore. And the fact was I was gaining weight and I had bought new jeans on purpose so I could gain a little and still fit. But they shrunk them and I couldn't get the button to close.

"No, stop talking to me like I'm four and maybe I'll come out." I sniffled and rubbed my itchy nose, letting loose a cough into the crook of my arm.

"Well, if you'd stop acting like you were four maybe I'd talk to you like an adult." Dean yelled, his voice reaching a higher octave.

"Dean," I heard Sam caution. "Come on, give her a break. She doesn't feel well."

"All the more reason for her to get her ass out here and swallow these damn things." I heard him slam a mug on the table and knew he poured more fucking juice.

"None of my clothes fit Dean!" I sniffled again, tears coming now instead of my cold acting up. "I can't walk out there in my underwear!"

I sat down on the closed toilet and blew my nose again as I started to get a headache that pushed just above my eyebrows. Some cold medicine instead of those vitamins would have been a real blessing right now; I should have mentioned that to Bobby instead of the damn clothes. I highly doubted Dean and Sam letting me go out now, especially with this cold. I had tried to play it off like it had been allergies yesterday. But when I woke up with a fever and a cough and my nose running that plan had been over and done with.

I heard Dean sigh against the bathroom door and he gently knocked on it. "Babe?" He wanted something, probably wanted to apologize if anything. Just so I could get back in his good graces and take those fucking pills.

"What?" I asked, staying still on the toilet.

"Can I come in? I know you don't want to be sitting in your bath towel all day." That was true. Sooner of later the heat from the shower would be gone and I'd be sitting in the towel or in my underwear. Neither of them was good for my cold. "You can put on one of my t-shirts and a pair of sweats until Bobby gets here with your clothes."

"I want you to admit you shrunk my clothes." I whined, not really having any control over it. I felt like crap, my head hurt and my nose was tickly and stuffed. Dean could deal with a little whining.

"Alright, but even if we did, we didn't do it on purpose."

I guess that was right. I was conclusion jumping. Just because my clothes were shrunk didn't mean they had thought about doing it, especially since I threw a fit about it and locked myself in the bathroom.

I sniffed and let out a cough. "So you admit it?"

Dean sighed, nearly aggravated. "Sam and I did not shrink your clothes."

"Then I'm not letting you in, they didn't magically shrink two sizes over night!"

"God damnit woman." Dean growled and I could hear Sam sigh and say Dean's name again.

I would have laughed at Dean's exasperated tone if I wasn't afraid it would hurt my throat more than it already was. I hoped I didn't have strep or anything. But I think your throat gets sore with some colds when they start. I thought I had just burned it with the hot tea I had drank a day or two ago.

A moment later Dean spoke up again. "Hey Andy, Sam found some cold pills at the bottom of the miscellaneous duffel."

I looked around for the duffel in the bathroom, knowing that's where we usually kept it. When I found it wasn't there I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "Are you lying?"

"Knowing you'd probably hit me over the head with whatever came close to your reach? No, I'm not lying, babe." Dean said and I couldn't help but smile slightly.

I finally got up the nerve to open the door, knowing the only thing keeping me was a bit of my pride. I unlocked the door and pulled it open slightly, seeing Dean's concerned face through the opening.

"Come on." He said gently. He opened his hand and showed me the pills and I saw a pair of his sweats and a t-shirt lying over his right arm.

I opened the door all the way and let him in, changing into my bra and underwear as he closed the door. I plopped down on the toilet and let out two more sneezes. I groaned and rubbed my temples as Dean kneeled in front of me, wincing slightly at my disheveled and tired appearance.

"Poor baby." He said gently, no kidding present in his voice. He ran a hand through my wet hair and put the pills in his pocket so he could put one of his shirts on over my head. It was one of his black tees and I was angry I couldn't smell the cinnamon as he gently put in on me and I slid my arms through the sleeves.

"I feel like crap Dean." I said gently, sniffling. He handed me a tissue and I blew my nose. "And my nose hurts."

Dean smirked and rubbed his thumb over the bridge of my nose. "It's cute though. Is it horrible to mention you remind me of Rudolph the reindeer?"

I glared at him and nodded. "Yes it is."

"Sorry." He said seriously but I knew he wasn't. He loved that stupid reindeer around Christmas time. God only knows why. "You want me to put these on?" He asked, holding up the sweats.

I nodded and he leaned up and kissed my forehead, which I knew was a clever ploy in checking my temperature. He slid the pants up and I stood for a moment so he could tie them lightly around my waist.

"You're gonna be mad at me in a few moments here." Dean said gently as he watched me throw my tissue at the waste basket under the sink and miss horribly.

"Why?" I asked, eyebrows scrunching.

"Because you can't take those cold pills without eating something first. Otherwise they're gonna upset your stomach."

I groaned, holding my head in my hands. "I let you in under false pretences!" Dean smirked and ran his hands along my thighs. "I'm not even hungry Dean; I can't taste anything even if I was."

"Well, lucky for you neither of those things has to do with the other."

"Easy for you to say." I grumbled; lifting my head to see that his face was close to mine. Close enough that if I moved an inch our noses would be touching. "You're not pregnant with a cold and miserable."

"True." He then kissed my nose and I swatted him away, not wanting him to get my cold. "But you being miserable makes me miserable."

"Sorry." I said somewhat embarrassed. I was being childish over a cold I guess.

He cupped my cheek and took his button down off to place over my shoulders. "Not what I meant. I just meant that I don't like seeing you so uncomfortable. I'm trying to help here but you're not exactly making it easy."

"Well, if I was so easy I wouldn't be such an interesting catch huh?" I quipped, my voice deflated because of my clogged nose.

"Did sick Andrea Core just try and make a joke?" He asked with a smile and I giggled. He shook his head, placing another kiss on my forehead. He left his lips there for a long time and I closed my eyes, taking in his warmth. "That's my girl." He said as he pulled back. "So you gonna eat something for me?"

I nodded. "Otherwise I feel like it's gonna be forced down my throat with the vitamins and the juice so…I mise well do it on my own."

"Well, we have some of those chocolate doughnuts, but that's about it."

I stuck my tongue out for a moment. "I hate that kind of doughnut Dean." Dean's eyes grew so wide I thought air was being pumped into them. "You know that."

Well, I sure hoped he knew that. How long had we been together, hell even before we had been together? He's lived with me, basically, all my life and he didn't know I didn't like doughnuts? I barely knew why I didn't. I was pretty sure I had gotten sick from the pastry when I was little and ended up throwing them up. That's traumatic in a kid's life. It turned out being the stomach flu but I still hated those damn chocolate covered doughnuts nonetheless.

Instead of admitting he had known or had no idea of that fact all along he just kind of pointed at me with a childish pout that made me smile. "You better not pass that kinda crap down to our kid."

"Can't help who I am Dean."

He smiled, ruffling my hair. "Good, I don't want you to."

I sniffed again and felt my nose tickle. Like someone had shoved a whole damn bird in one of my nostrils. I motioned for Dean to get me another tissue and he handed it to me quickly before I sneezed. Finally, after the torturous tickling this cold had seemed to come with, I sneezed three times into the tissue.

"Bless you." Dean said tenderly and kissed the bridge of my nose after I pulled back.

"Don't kiss me." I said somewhat harshly and he pulled back. "I mean, I just don't want you to get sick."

He smiled and handed me another tissue to blow my nose. I was just about to say screw it and refuse. But my nose filled and I felt another endless tickling at my nostrils and decided it was better to blow then to not being able to stop sneezing.

"Don't worry about me. If I was worried about getting sick I wouldn't be in here kissing you, okay? All that matters is getting you better."

"Is Sam making any headway on the case?"

Dean rolled his eyes and I blew my nose, the snot seeming to never leave. I hated head colds. I'd rather be sick in bed with the damn stomach flu. At least when your stomach was empty you were left with dry heaves but head colds, your nose never seemed to be unplugged. Where the hell did it all come from?

"All he's worried about it whining about his laptop." It was funny how Dean could go to one emotion and then another in less then five seconds. I knew he was angry about what happened to his car. He claimed Sam to have done it since Dean had ruined Sam's laptop. They were both being a little childish if you asked me. But then again, I had locked myself in the bathroom because someone shrunk all my clothes.

"And you didn't do anything to it? You do love those Busty Asians." I commented dryly as I threw the tissue away.

"Now why would I want to look at them when I could stare at you?" He commented with a smug smirk and an eyebrow cocked.

I just shook my head at him and stood. "I don't know why you're sucking up to me Winchester. You're not going to get anything out of it."

He moved towards me and slid his arms around my waist. "You never know." He leaned down and kissed my neck, suckling on small pieces of skin just because he knew it drove me crazy. "You might be feeling better sooner than you think."

"Don't you remember how I got pregnant?" I asked but smiled as his nose ran over a sensitive part of my neck.

Dean shrugged, pulling back and kissing my lips and ignoring my protests. "Doesn't mean we can't fool around a little."

I guess that was true. I knew that his touching would make me feel better than any type of cold medicine would.

I giggled as his lips ran over that spot again and I leaned back, giving him a short peck on his cheek. "Maybe later okay? We should help Sam with the research since his laptop is broken."

"Yeah?" Dean asked. "Well he should help fix my car since it's broken."

"You really want him under the hood of your car?" I asked, turning my head to let out yet another sneeze.

"Bless you and you knew what I meant."

I nodded, rubbing my nose. "Yeah, I know." My voice crackled and I hoped to God I wouldn't lose my voice in the next few days, getting worse would just worry Sam and Dean.

Dean pulled me close for a moment and my arms folded against his chest as he rubbed my back. "You gonna be okay?" He asked me and kissed my head.

I nodded and tried clearing my throat, which was itchy and prickly. It made me feel like I wanted to reach through my skin and scratch the bone. "Yeah, I'll be okay. I got good guys taking care of me huh?"

Dean smiled and caressed the back of my neck. "Yeah, you do."

"Do we have any of those powdered doughnuts with the nasty chocolate ones?" I asked as Dean pulled back and nodded. "Then I'll eat some of those."

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"Feeling any better?" Sam asked me an hour later. Dean was lying against the headboard of the bed, pillows propped behind him. After I had eaten those doughnuts, which I complained not being able to taste at all; I laid out on the bed. Dean had eventually coaxed me into laying on him, even though I was still a sniffling mess after the pills. I knew they'd take a while to work.

I adjusted my head on Dean's stomach, turning to look at Sam who was sitting on the couch. "Pills aren't working fast enough. And I hate to bring something else up, but we're not going to find anything short of an explanation in these old books."

"We need my laptop. Which would be great Andy, if it wasn't frozen on a porn site." Sam screeched, which I had no idea Sam had been capable of doing.

Dean cleared his throat and I closed my eyes, massaging my temples. "Hey, don't yell at her…or me for that matter. I did nothing to your damn laptop."

"Guys please don't start this up again." I pleaded.

"Right," Sam scoffed. "I forgot Andy's secret fetish were Asians!"

"You two are making my headache worse. If you two don't stop bickering like a married couple I'm getting another room!" I finally screamed and cut both them off.

I was irritated and upset and I felt like crap and both of them should have known this by now. So why were they doing this? Couldn't they just shut up and research without fighting just for the benefit of not setting off my head cold?

"Sorry." Sam apologized softy as a knock on the door sounded in the room. Whether it was Bobby or room service I was happy for the disturbance as Sam got up to answer it.

Dean's apology made itself known in touch. When Sam got up he began to lightly massage the right side of my head with one of his hands. I lifted myself and laid down next him, my head burying itself into the crook of his arm. He kissed my head and continued to massage that spot and read the book I had been looking through on his lap. I wished I could smell him. I knew that smell would lightly coax my headache away. Dean could do wonders without even knowing it.

"Hey Bobby." I heard Sam say with a slight smile and Bobby walked in, Sam closing the door behind.

"It's good to see you again so soon." He passed by the couch and gave Dean and me a smile. "How's the baby, you two?"

I nodded, but not moving. Dean's arms were making me feel a little better. "Fine, I got a cold however."

Dean stroked some hair away from my face. "She'll be better soon. Did you happen to bring her some clothes?"

Bobby nodded, setting a plastic bag on the bed. "Jo dropped them off, said you two are around the right size."

"Not in the chest." Dean muttered and I couldn't help but giggle and punch his arm as I got up to get the clothes. "What? It's true." But he knew I was kidding; he had a smile on his face too.

"So…what didn't you wanna talk to me on the phone about?" Bobby asked as I went through the bag. Some new pair of jeans but some old shirts as well. I felt bad Bobby had to call Jo. I was just taking everything from this damn girl. And why did I feel like that would somehow bite me in the ass later?

"It's this job we're working." I said and decided to wait to change out of Dean's clothes until we had to be somewhere. "We weren't sure you'd believe us."

"Well, I can believe a lot." Bobby said sitting on the couch, Sam joining him.

"Yeah, I know. It's just, we could use some fresh eyes." Dean answered, scooting up to where I was. I leaned on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around my waist. I sniffled and rubbed my nose. My head didn't necessarily feel like clouds were in it and I could kind of breath through one of my nostrils so I guess the cold pills were working. I could pick up a whiff of Dean's cinnamon and I sighed contently and leaned closer to him.

"Why don't you begin at the beginning?" Bobby said with a shrug.

Sam nodded. "So, it all started when we caught wind of an obit. See, a professor took a nosedive from a fourth-story window, only there's a campus legend that the building is haunted. So, we pre-texted as reporters from the local paper."

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"What are we doing here again?" I asked, rubbing my nose. I was so not getting a cold. Dean would throw a fit, like a motherly one. Which believe me, is way worse then a concerned boyfriend one. Not to mention it'd throw Sam into a frenzy as well. If I had a cold, heaven forbid, the only one that was going to pay was me.

"Question about the legend for the professor who jumped out the fourth-story window. Weren't you listening when I said all this?" Sam asked me as we got out of the car. I got out as well and pulled my jacket tighter around myself as the frigid winter like air whipped itself around me in the bar parking lot.

"I guess not. I think I fell asleep for a while."

Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Some of the college kids hang here, we're gonna question them."

I nodded and smiled shyly at Dean as Sam headed into the bar. "Sorry for not listening."

Dean shrugged. "Don't let grumpy there get you in a twist. He's just angry no one listens to him even if they are awake."

I smiled as he shut his own door, checking his pocket to make sure he had his keys and wallet. I felt my nose tingle; which assured me I had the cold since my allergies were basically non existent in the winter and turned my head away from Dean, letting out a small sneeze.

"Bless you." Dean said and then looked all of the sudden concerned. Like I wasn't allowed to sneeze unless some cold was at act. "You getting sick, sweetheart?"

I shrugged and then shook my head, deciding that every little movement or word mattered if I was to convince Dean I wasn't sick. "No, I'm fine. Just a sneeze Dean. It's nothing."

Dean looked at me skeptically but then nodded, saying nothing about it as he laced his fingers with my own. "Alright, but if it gets worse by tomorrow I'm drowning you in juice and assaulting you with vitamins." He said and led me into the bar.

I laughed slightly and rolled my eyes. "How come when you say that it doesn't make feel any better?"

Dean smiled but didn't answer and saw Sam at the back of the bar at a table with two students. As we approached the table the girl, who looked like a drop out cheerleader if anything was gushing to Sam about a bullshit legend. I could tell by the way she was talking. The guy she was with was rolling his eyes and nursing his beer, eyeing me as Dean dragged two chairs over for us to sit.

"Like, thirty years ago, this girl was having an affair with some professor. He broke it off. She jumped out the window and killed herself."

"You know her name?" Sam asked after he gave us a small head nod.

She shook her head and eyed Dean as he shifted in his seat. Her eyes were so fucking glued I thought I'd need a crowbar just to pry her away from staring. "But they say she jumped from Room 669. Get it? You turn the nine upside down…" I widened my eyes at that and Dean turned to look at me with a clear of this throat which was a clever ploy in covering up a laugh. "So, now she haunts the building." The girl continued like she actually had information. "And anyone who sees her –- they don't live to tell the tale."

The boy with her rolled his eyes again in skepticism. These two were a perfect match. "Well, if no one lives to tell the tale, then how does the tale get told?"

She punched his arm angrily. "Curtis! Shut up!"

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"She actually held no information." I interrupted, Bobby and Sam looking over at me. "What? She didn't. Can't we just fast foreword to the scene of the crime?"

"Didn't she talk about the legend again?" Sam asked. "I swear she mentioned something."

I growled and Dean widened his eyes slightly. "She offered Dean a purple nurple!"

"You know how to make those things?" Dean asked suddenly, looking at Bobby. "Those things are amazing. See what you do is you need sweet n sours mix and a little bit of—ow!" I pulled my arm back and crossed them over my chest. "No need for violence." Dean said wounded, rubbing the back of his head. "I was just asking."

"You're just angry because she was flirting with Dean and Dean was working with it to get more information." Sam accused a smug yet entertained smile on his face. I was about to get up and throw something at him, see how entertained he'd be then.

"He was flirting with her to get the free drinks! Who said anything about information?" I steamed, needing to blow my nose. I got up from the bed and grabbed a few tissues, heading into the bathroom.

Dean followed me, leaning against the doorframe. "Is that what you were mad about before we got back to the motel? You know I wasn't really flirting with her, right?" He asked above the honks of my nose.

"Well, it wasn't PMS. Or did I not explain that to you? You see when a woman get's pregnant, the period disappears Dean."

"Hey, don't talk to me like that." He said somewhat angrily and I momentarily felt bad that I had talked to him like he was four. But it was God damn frustrating sometimes. I knew him. He hadn't been trying to get information. It was for the drinks and that's all.

"Well, it hurt nonetheless Dean." I said honestly but quietly, like I didn't want him to know.

My emotions were already screwed to hell sometimes and I just, I don't know, felt betrayed as he sat there next to me and flirted with that girl for no possible reason. I could see if she had said something that keyed us in she knew more or somehow sounded at least intelligent. But there was none of that; no indication whatsoever. She mentioned a drink, one stupid drunk in front of Dean and all of a sudden, as if risen from the grave the old flirting Dean came back. It was for no more than a minute but would it come back later? For longer? For no reason whatsoever like this time had been?

I threw the tissues in the trash and bent over the sink to splash water on my flushed face. I heard him shift on his feet and I heard Sam and Bobby talking about the haunting that Sam had recited a few minutes ago. I guess we'd get to the scene of the crime when we sat down again.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'd never do that on purpose." He said softly. "I'm sorry."

I nodded and then shook my head. I leaned up and kissed his cheek. "It's okay. I keep trying to warn you Winchesters, I'm pregnant and my emotions are flying everywhere."

Dean smiled and took my hands in his. "Duly noted as of now, promise." He leaned down and brushed his nose against my own, giving me a kiss. There was no tongue which was new. I wasn't quite sure if it was because he knew I was being germ phobic or because he just wanted to try something new. It was nice, not that I didn't love the whole tongue thing when kissing. But it was soft and unbearably loving. It made me want Dean all the more for some reason. "By the way, I'm feeling girl again today."

"That's three days in a row." I said thoughtfully. "Getting to be a habit. What are the names?"

Dean looked at the ceiling for a moment and then sighed. "Um, how bout, Lola."

I smiled. "Creative points."

Dean grinned. "Jessica and Kristen."

"Those are pretty. We should definitely start jotting some of these down."

"I think we should do spur of the moment, like whatever name we both want at that time." He leaned his lips against my forehead and left a few more kisses.

I laughed slightly. "But what if the name turns out to be something ugly? Our kid will hate us."

"Well, they'll just have to deal with it. We can make sure it's nothing ugly, ya know." I nodded against him and smiled. "Hey," I pulled back and looked at him. "You never tell me any of your ideas for names."

"Well, I like hearing yours. But if you want to hear them…" Dean nodded eagerly. "Well, for a boy I was thinking John." Dean smiled faintly, giving me a firm kiss on my head. "And for a girl I was thinking Chloe or Maxine."

Dean's lips formed a look that I couldn't determine between contemplating and agreeing. "I like Chloe for a girl's name."

"Everything alright in there?" I heard Sam ask us and Dean sighed, giving me one more kiss before we had to pile out of the bathroom.

Dean nodded and sat on the bed again, pulling me to sit on his lap. "Yep, crisis avoided."

"So this haunting really had nothing to do with the case?" Bobby asked, looking at Sam. I guess Sam had mentioned how it really had nothing to do with all the other information we had found and as I took a look at all the info, it really didn't tie in.

"Well, Bobby, I could pull up the other information for you but the thing is my laptop is screwed to hell."

"Oh God," Dean groaned. "Here we go."

"Okay," Bobby cut anything off, thank God, before it happened. "What's going on with everyone?"

"Nothing, it's nothing." Sam said with the shake of his head.

"Come on. Everyone's bickering like an old married couple." Bobby commented and I let out a sudden laugh.

"See? Now that's what I said."

Dean rolled his eyes. "No, see, married couples can get divorced. Me and him?" Dean motioned to Sam. "We're like Siamese twins."

"It's conjoined twins." Sam ground out with an exasperated tone that reminded me of the girl at the bar. Dean waved him off and I smiled slightly at him, causing him to smile as well and not tense up over anything. "Look, we've just been on the road for too long," Sam pointed out to Bobby. "Tight quarters, all that. Don't worry about it."

I nodded. My turn to tell the story. "So, anyway. We figured it might be a haunting, so we went to check out the scene of the crime."

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