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

Chapter 42: Tall Tales Part 3

"Aliens?" Bobby asked, looking at Sam, Dean and I like we had had too much to drink. "Aliens?" He asked again, sounding like he was asking himself more than any of us.

We had told him about Curtis, the friend of the stupid purple nurple girl, a few minutes before. It was entertaining to watch Bobby's facial expressions go from surprised, to unconvinced, and then deadpanned all at once.

I wrapped my one arm around Dean's back, going up and under his long sleeved t-shirt. His skin was warming my arm and somehow traveling through my bloodstream to bring heat to my entire body.

Apparently, when we had talked to Curtis earlier today, he got all E.T on us. He claimed to be abducted, probed, and made to slow dance. Yeah, you heard me right. Slow dance. What kind of drugs do you gotta be hyped up on to get images of a slow dancing probing alien? I mean angels, demons, spirits with nasty grudges that try and squish you with a couch…okay, that I could handle. It was on a daily basis. But I did not, and would never, believe in the science fiction crap of aliens. Aliens made me think of X-files, which I couldn't watch without the lights on and without squeezing the hell out of Dean's arm.

"Look, even if they are real," Bobby said with a scoff, which just proved he thought they were a load of bull too. "They're sure as hell not coming to Earth and swiping people. My whole life, I've never found evidence of an honest-to-God abduction."

"Yeah, that's what we figured. We talked to the guy anyways, but he made less sense." I said with a sniffle, rubbing my tired eyes.

"Plus we couldn't get through the whole conversation without one of us laughing." Dean mentioned with a shrug and I felt him lean closer to me and place a small kiss on my head.

Bobby shrugged like it was obvious. But it wasn't obvious. The answer wasn't right in front of our noses, this case didn't make sense and it was creating a hell of a headache just along my sinuses. "Then this frat boy's just nuts."

Dean sighed. "We're not so sure."

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So after a hell filled morning, it seemed to take me forever to get going this morning with my morning sickness in full drive. I could barely make it two feet out of the bathroom without my stomach reacting violently. The thing was, I had barely had anything all last night. Other than the vitamins and the juice Dean had made me take before bed, there was nothing. So after the third or fourth heave I was out. Freaking bone dry empty. Then came the dry heaves. Those things made my throat hurt so Goddamn bad that if it wasn't for Dean dragging me into itty bitty parts of the conversation every now and then I wouldn't be talking at all. I think it had to do with combination of my cold and the dry heaving, otherwise I don't think it would have been that bad. I couldn't wait until the relaxation day with my guys. I couldn't wait for just a little bit of rest.

After that pointless conversation with that guy Curtis about his X-files experience, we went roaming around the campus trying to figure out what was bull and what actually had some type of meaning. But then again, we had a no where lead haunting and an alien abduction. How much information could you possibly use on that one? From everyone we had talked to who went to this school, it made me think what the hell standards these people were on to get them into college. I mean, I know, I'm one to talk. I never went to college. But I'm damn well smarter than an alien believing drunk and a slutty girl who likes the color purple and hits on anything that moves.

I groaned quietly, rubbing my sore stomach. Maybe I shouldn't have been focusing on me. We should have been calling Bobby, at least then we'd be making some type of headway. There were some cases you just needed a little guidance and push.

"You feeling any better?" Dean asked, maybe for the fourth time. He must have known I was feeling pretty crappy because he didn't overwhelm me with the question three thousand times, which is what he usually did. Can't blame the guy for caring, and I never would.

I nodded slightly, hooking my arm around his own and squeezing him. "Kind of. I'm still nauseous."

He leaned down and kissed my head. "Sorry babe."

I looked up and smiled at him, but it was tired and forced looking I'm sure. If it was, his face gave no indication that he noticed. "What are you sorry for? You didn't do anything…cept the whole pregnant thing." He chuckled at that. "That's so your fault."

He smiled. "Is it?"

I nodded. "Oh yeah, please don't make me explain the conceiving thing to you."

"I thought it took two to do that?"

I smiled now too and it was genuine. Leave it to him, in some way unknown to me, to always make me feel better. "Come on, you're a man, don't you know this by now? It's always your fault. Especially when I have morning sickness."

"Our little dude was just a bit rowdy this morning." Dean tried to reason and I shook my head at him, smiling slightly. I put my arm around his waist and dipped my hand into the back pocket of his jeans, enjoying the warmth. Dean was obviously enjoying it too, because his cheek bones tinted pink. Damn that boy when he blushed…

"So boy today?" I asked and cleared my throat as Sam, who was a bit in front of us to not hear the lovebird action, stopped at a set of stairs among the cold grass in front of the main college doors.

Dean shrugged and nodded. "I guess so. Asher, Grady and Max are nice names."

I knew he'd been looking through those damn baby name books. "I think I picked Maxine for a girls name though." I said thoughtfully, gently moving my fingers in his jean's pocket as we walked.

"You ever think of naming a kid after an inanimate object?" I couldn't tell whether he was kidding or being serious but I laughed nonetheless, causing him to smile out of embarrassment at his question.

"We're not naming our kid cheeseburger Dean."

Dean shrugged as we approached Sam. "Eh, I was thinking more as in apple pie. That'd be cute."

I rolled my eyes and pinched his ass as I pulled my hand out of the pocket and he squeezed me closer to his side. I noticed Sam was staring at something in the grass and I followed his gaze. I couldn't believe I hadn't seen it from miles away, it was certainly large enough. But then again all I had been thinking and focusing on moments before was the warmth of Dean's ass and my nauseous stomach.

"Is that…?"

"A crop circle?" Sam asked, looking at us both. "I think so."

Dean shook his head. "Okay, no way. That Curtis kid was drunk and has a fetish for dancing aliens. There is no way in hell his story was even remotely true."

"We thought that about angels too." Sam said after a moment and I hoped that statement wouldn't bring up a whole nother topic. Technically, we hadn't found out if angels were real at all. It was all Father Gregory's doing, but I hoped Dean would leave that conversation for later.

"Alright fine, Curtis is half past noon on the crazy clock, but look at the facts Dean." Sam pointed at the grass. It was a perfect circle of singed grass. "I'm telling you, this was made by some kind of jet engine."

Dean scoffed. "You mean some saucer-shaped jet engine?"

"Well, what else could it be?" Sam asked.

I glanced around the campus and saw the Beta Dog house and scrunched my eyes at the kid coming out of the doors. "Curtis was in that one Beta house right?" I asked and Dean nodded. "So let's ask that kid."

I jogged over, trying desperately hard not to slip on the icy concrete and managed to catch the kid before he got too far away.

"Hey!" I said after a moment and the kid turned and smiled at me.

"Yeah?"

"Do you belong to the Beta Dog house?"

The kid seemed to frown and not look so happy about it. "Yeah, unfortunately."

I smiled and put my hands in my pockets as Sam and Dean came up behind me. "Just got through Hell Week?"

He nodded and eyed Sam and Dean for a moment and then turned back at me. "Yeah, Curtis, I don't know if you know him but he was kind of, like, the leader for Hell Week. Put me through a bunch of shit. Now that I think about it, trying to get into that house wasn't even worth it." He extended his hand. "I'm Dave, by the way."

I shook his hand. "Andy." He smiled and put his hands back in his pockets.

"You go to school here?"

I nodded. "Just started."

"And you have your own personal body guards?"

I shook my head and turned around; nearly forgetting Sam and Dean were even there. I stepped next to them and when I saw both of their faces I was instantly embarrassed. They were looking at this guy like he had tried to jump into my pants both then and there and I shook my head, looking at my shoes.

"These are my brothers." I said pointedly, Dean's face falling ever so slightly. I hoped that taught him a damn lesson. Besides, he hadn't said anything to that purple nurple girl about me anyways. "Dean and Sam." I motioned to both.

"So, you and this guy, Curtis –- you were in the same house?" Dean asked suddenly and Dave nodded. Great, now that I pissed Dean off I wasn't allowed to do the questioning. "You heard of what happened to him, right?"

Dave laughed slightly and gave me another smile, which made me think Dean was about to growl. "Yeah, he said there was aliens, but, you know," He shrugged. "Whatever."

Sam suddenly stepped foreword and put a hand on his heart. "Look, man…I know this all has to be so hard."

I looked at him confusedly as Dave kind of blinked at him. "Not so much."

Sam became very emotional all of a sudden and stepped even closer to Dave, invading personal space. "But I want you to know…I'm here for you. You brave little soldier!" He commented very emotionally and Dave exchanged looks with me while Dean was almost smiling amusedly." Sam pouted, putting a hand on Dave's shoulder. "I acknowledge your pain."

"Uh Sam?" I asked, now thinking that he needed some medical type of health. "Are you okay?"

"Come here." He engulfed Dave in a hug.

"Sam…maybe you shouldn't um, touch him?"

"You're too precious for this world!" Sam said and hugged Dave tightly, much to Dave's protest.

I looked at Dean and he shrugged.

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I burst out in a fit of giggles and laid back on the bed.

"I never said that!" I heard Sam accuse, which just prolonged the laughter filling my chest.

"You're always saying pansy stuff like that!" Dean indicted and I could feel Sam's anger before I heard it.

"If you can't tell the story the way it happened, don't tell it at all! And stop laughing Andy!"

I placed a hand over my mouth and tried stifling the rest of the giggles Dean had produced from the way he told the story. The horrible part? Dean was right. Sam did talk that way to people half the time. Maybe not enveloping them in bone crushing hugs and saying they were precious but he was the softy of the group. But you wouldn't believe what a soft touch and few kind words got out of some people. Especially when Sam did it with girls.

"Sorry Sam." I tried, giggles still disfiguring my words as I tried sitting up.

Dean's smile broadened as I looked at him and I could tell he was trying to make me laugh again. I nudged him in the ribs and I felt something soft and somewhat heavy hit my head. I looked down at the couch pillow on the floor and glared at a now smiling Sam.

"Hey, don't look at me like you've never thrown anything."

"Do that again and see what happens." I threatened and his smile grew larger.

"Okay, okay, so you got nothing out of Dave?" Bobby asked.

"Other than him trying to give Andy his number?" Dean growled and I rolled my eyes. "No."

"He did mention Curtis was a dick." I said thoughtfully, like somehow that helped with the case. "And what are you so mad about?" I asked Dean, who was mad as he was reminded of the situation with Dave. "I didn't take it did I? And I didn't offer him mine."

"Damn right you didn't. You'd be sleeping in the tub if you would have. Actually, you might be sleeping in the tub regardless."

I shoved him but then leaned close to his ear as Bobby and Sam were swept up in another conversation. "It's too bad Dean. I was hoping you could help me with a little something…" I could feel his eyebrows shoot up. "But I guess I'll have to do that myself. What was the name of that site? Busty Asian Beauties .com?"

Dean cleared his throat and picked up the pillow off the ground and tried nonchalantly to put it over his lap and I smirked as he did so. Right, like no one in the room knew what he was trying to hide. But I couldn't decipher whether he was excited to the fact of me watching another girl or the fact that he could have taken care of something horny for me. Probably a bit of both; he was Dean Winchester after all.

Dean turned to look at me, a big grin on his face. "I change my mind about the tub…"

I smiled, kissing his nose. "Thought so."

He ruffled my hair, trying to make it look like a mess and I smirked, pushing him off and fixing it. I cleared my throat and looked at Bobby and Sam while Dean focused on his pillow and swelling member underneath and continued the story.

"So after that we came back here…"

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"So what Dean?" I asked emotionally, slamming the door. "You're allowed to flirt and drink with a girl for information but I'm not allowed to smile at a guy to do the same thing?!"

"Don't pull that crap with me Andy, those smiles were genuine. I know the difference!"

"Yeah?" I asked, throwing a plastic cup at him. It hit him on the chest as he turned around and his glare darkened at my childish action. Right, because he wasn't childish at all. "You don't seem the notice the difference when you're being an over reactive jerk or not!"

"She was technically doing the same thing as you Dean…except there were no drinks involved." Sam mentioned and I grinned, pointing at him.

"Thank you Sam!"

"Okay, now you can stay out of it Sam." Dean said angrily.

"What now that I'm not rooting for your side?"

"Out!"

Sam just chuckled and fumbled around the room for his laptop. Or I'm guessing his laptop; he was checking his computer bag and then frowned, looking over near his bed.

"Throw something at me again and see what happens." Dean said and crossed his arms over his chest.

I shrugged and picked up another cup and threw it at him again. This time it hitting his head and thoroughly pissing him off. "Ha." I commented as he just stood there and Sam mentioned something about his laptop. "You aren't going to do…"

Dean suddenly took off into a sprint, running towards me and not giving me enough time to run in the other direction. I squealed as his body made impact with my own and he lifted me into the air and into his arms. I tried wrenching myself free before he plopped me onto one of the beds. This could only lead to one thing: merciless tickling.

"Dean! Stop!" His fingers dug into my sides, rubbing against spots between my ribs, causing me to burst into fits of relentless laughter. "I'm sorry about the cup!" I sputtered, tears coming to my eyes.

But Dean wasn't done and with a gorgeous grin on his face he continued to torture me slowly. He slid his hands up and under my shirt and went for the place near the underside of my arms. I bucked against him, which I'm sure didn't bother him.

"Come on; tell me what I want to hear…"

"I-I…can't…" I laughing too hard to say anything, his tickling setting off sparks of lust and other things in me. God, I loved it when he touched me. The warmth of his hands, the way they felt like silk over my skin, the way I could feel my pores open up and take him all in…just everything about him drove me crazy.

He stopped momentarily and I closed my eyes as I breathed heavily. I then leaned up and kissed him; hard and passionate against his lips. "That good enough?" I asked and Dean grinned, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

"Yeah, that's perfect."

I rolled my eyes, calming down my breathing as I leaned against him. "You're still a jerk."

Dean chuckled. "Yeah? And you're still a brat. Can't change things like that I suppose."

"You think you two can stop the mating process for three seconds?" Sam asked and I blushed and nodded while Dean rolled his eyes.

"What's wrong Sam?" I asked, seeing he was flustered. I then felt guilty that something was wrong and there Dean and I were, nearly making out in the bed.

"I can't find my laptop."

Dean groaned as if saying, 'you interrupted us for that?' and I shoved him gently, telling him to shut up. "Did you check the last place you had it? I remember seeing it over by the couch." I got up to help Sam look as Dean adjusted his shirt.

"So, this still doesn't make a lick of sense. But hey, at least there's one connection."

"Between what?" I asked, looking around the couch and putting a strand of hair behind my ear.

"The victims." Dean replied after a moment. "The professor and the frat guy –- they're both dicks."

I smirked. "That's a connection?"

Dean shrugged. "You got anything better to go on, I'd love to hear it."

I smiled sweetly at his jackass comment. "Well, I just meant, if dick is the pattern wouldn't you be included in that?"

Dean grinned slowly. "Very funny Core."

I shrugged my one shoulder and blew a kiss at him that he didn't acknowledge. But his smile did grow a little. "Just trying to connect the dots, babe."

"But seriously, think about it. A philandering professor gets a dead girl, a pledge master gets hazed—"

"I left it in here." Sam interrupted, which Dean wasn't happy about as he tried to make us see his point and sighed.

"Well, you obviously didn't." He then changed the subject again. "I mean, these punishments –- they're almost poetic. Actually, it'd be more like a limerick, but still—"

"Okay." Sam slammed down the laptop bag. "Hilarious. Where'd you hide it?"

I looked at Dean and he shrugged. "What, your computer?"

"Yeah. Where'd you hide it?" Sam repeated, looking thoroughly pissed.

"Come on Sam, why would Dean take your computer?" I asked.

"Because no one else could have, Andy." I nodded and decided I better stay out of this as his voice got even angrier. "We keep the door locked, we never let any maids in and he's the jackass who was fucking with it earlier."

"Told you I had nothing to do with that either." Dean pointed out and Sam just continued to glare. Dean suddenly smirked. "Looks like you lost it, Poindexter."

"Dean…" I tried, because I could feel a fight brewing before Sam spoke again.

"Dude, you know something? I've put up with a lot from you."

"What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around." Dean countered, ego in full view. I felt like poking it with a needle and watching it explode like a balloon. I sat on the couch and watched the spectacle of Dean and Sam and decided to jump in if I needed to.

"Yeah?" Sam asked. "Your dirty socks in the sink?"

"I'm not quite sure why you do that by the way." I said suddenly.

"Your food in the fridge?"

"What's wrong with his food?" I asked.

"Andy likes it!" Dean said, pointing to me and I shrugged.

"It's not food anymore, Dean! It's Darwinism!" Sam bellowed.

Dean shrugged one of his shoulders, rolling it back ever so slightly. "I like it, too. There's not need to attack my food just because you lost your laptop."

"The one thing I'm ever gonna ask of you Dean is that you don't mess with my stuff."

"You done?" Dean asked rudely.

Sam shook his head and looked like he was damn near about to cry he was so angry. "You know, how would you feel if I screwed with the Impala?" He asked suddenly and I literally saw all Dean's muscles flare at once.

"It'd be the last thing you ever did."

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"Did you take his computer?" Bobby asked, interrupting me.

Dean rolled his eyes and then shook his head. "It serves him right, but no."

"Well, I didn't lose it." Sam accused, running a hand through his hair. "'Cause I don't lose things."

Dean scoffed. "Oh, that's right. Yeah, 'cause he's Mister Perfect."

I shrugged. "Maybe you misplaced it Sam, I misplace things all the time. It happens. It doesn't mean Dean did it." I rubbed my nose and sneezed. A 'bless you' came from each of the guys in the room. I nodded, making sure I was done. "Thanks."

Dean rubbed my back for a moment and looked at Bobby. "We heard of one more victim before we called you."

I nodded. "Right. Now, we didn't see this one ourselves, either. We kind of put it together from the evidence. But this guy –- he was a research scientist." I grimaced and shook my head. "Animal testing." I didn't approve of animal testing personally but then again I wanted ways to cure diseases that destroyed lives as well.

"Yeah, you know, a dick." Was that Dean's way of sympathizing? "Which fits the pattern."

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"Did I mention I hate crawling in through windows?" I griped, trying to push my chest through. Sam had gone first and then Dean because both knew I wasn't exactly the most graceful person and would be there to catch or help if need be. "I can never fit…"

I shifted, trying to shove my breasts over the ledge of the window to work my midsection in. Dean smirked, watching me.

"Keep laughing Dean; if I get stuck we're screwed."

"I don't how 'we' the situation is gonna be when you're the one stuck in the window." I glared at him and Sam smirked as well. I groaned and tried moving again, succeeding in going nowhere. "How the hell did you two fit in and move so quickly? My body is half the size of yours, including the whole pregnancy thing."

"You're the one pigging out on the chips and fried chicken lately." Sam said quietly and I yelped, hurting one of my ribs as I pushed myself through. I tumbled down and luckily both were there to grab me and set me down gently.

"You okay?" Dean asked and I shoved him away from me. "What?! What did I do, Miss mood swing?"

"I'm not having a mood swing you jerk off, why couldn't you help out a little sooner? I wouldn't have fallen through the window if you would have helped me out a little."

Dean shrugged, giving me a cocky grin as Sam went to observe one of the tables. "Maybe I liked watching you squirm like that."

I rolled my eyes and shoved his arm. "You're such a man."

"You say that like it's a bad thing, sweetheart."

I ignored his statement and went over near Sam. "They identify him yet?"

Sam nodded, lifting up a sheet that was surprisingly white from the mess underneath. I groaned, seeing the mutilated leg and puddles of blood. Sam winced at my reaction. "Sorry. They uh, identified him as a research scientist at the college. Guess where his office was, by the way."

"Where?" Dean asked, coming up next to Sam. I stood behind him so I wouldn't catch any of the blood or even smell the disinfectant. Anything would set my stomach off, especially since it was sensitive from the baby. That's all we would need. My kooky morning sickness added right with my disgust for blood.

"Crawford Hall."

"Same as the professor and where the frat boy had his close encounter." I said quietly and buried my nose in the back of Dean's shirt.

Sam, I'm guessing, was putting his face real close to the mess to examine it and I felt my stomach lurch and continued to push my nose into Dean, trying not to think of anything. I felt Dean's hand snake down my arm and squeeze my hand, like he was trying to give me some sort of reassurance that we were almost done here and that I could handle it.

"What is it?" Dean asked.

"It looks like a…a belly scale?" Sam scoffed. "From an alligator."

I could feel Dean's laugh vibrate his entire body and it made me wonder if it always made his chest and back rumble like that. It was soothing. "An alligator in the sewer? Come on."

"What? Dean, it's a classic urban legend. A kid flushes a baby gator down the toilet, and it grows huge in the tunnels."

"Who buys their kid a baby alligator?" I asked suddenly, way of topic but it blurting out of my mouth anyways. Neither of the Winchesters really noticed.

"Yeah, but no one's really ever found one." Dean continued off of Sam. "They're not real."

"Yeah, well something tore this guy to shreds." Sam added thoughtfully. "Maybe we should get some help. I'll call Bobby. Maybe he's run into something like this before."

Dean let out a laugh. "Oh, I'm sure he has. It's just your typical haunted campus, alien abduction, alligator-in-the-sewer gig. Yeah, it's simple."

"Can we get out of here now please?" I asked and felt my stomach give another heave, trying to make me vomit.

Dean nodded and gently pushed me towards the window. "Yeah, come on. I'll give you a lift. Try and not get your chest stuck halfway alright?"

"Dean!"

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"Do we have to go over the next part?" I asked, readying myself for Dean to throw down another bitch fit.

"Yes, it's the most important part." Dean said, nearly over emotional.

"But is it relevant?" I asked and Dean frowned, looking at me like I had just insulted him.

I guess asking if his car was some type of relevance was some type of sin.

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"So Dean's checking out the sewers?" I asked, curling up on the couch.

Sam nodded, bringing a blanket over from the bed and covering me with it. "Yeah." He smiled and sat on the edge of the couch and watched me tuck it underneath myself, creating a warm cocoon until Dean got back to take the blanket's place.

"Thanks." I said sniffling and shivering.

"Not feeling any better?"

"As I've tried telling Dean, shoving all this juice and vitamins in me is not going to make me instantly one hundred percent better. It's gonna take a day or two." I readjusted my head on the pillow. "Did you call Bobby?"

"Yeah, he said he's actually working job nearby so he can make it here in a few hours."

"What the hell do you think we're dealing with? I mean; aliens, a haunting and alligators? Nothing I've ever heard of that's for sure."

Sam nodded and quickly handed me a tissue as he saw a pre-sneeze look set in on my face. I sneezed and blew my nose. "Bless you. Maybe you should get a shower, clear your sinuses. I don't think we have any cold medicine though."

I groaned, sniffing but not clearing my nose. It was completely blocked. Like a brick wall at been set up at the ends of my nostrils. "I'll see when Dean gets back. I wanna know if he found anything or not. Are my clothes washed?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, in your duffel. Dean and I finished the load last night."

I smiled. "Aw that's cute, you're doing laundry together?"

Sam bumped his leg against my own. "Shut it, brat. Only reason you're not doing the load this week is because you're sick."

"It wasn't my turn anyways."

Sam scrunched his eyebrows. "Actually I think it was."

Dean suddenly came parading in the door, slamming it and succeeding in almost giving me a goddamn heart attack. "What the hell Dean?" I asked and sat up.

"You think this is funny?" Dean seethed, looking directly at Sam.

Sam looked confused. "Depends. What?"

"The car!"

I looked to Sam and tried to see if he even had a hint to what Dean was swearing about, but he didn't. "What about the car?"

"You can't let the air out of the tires, you idiot!" Dean screamed, setting off a small headache in the back of my eyes. "You're gonna bend the rims!"

"Whoa, wait a minute." Sam countered, standing. "I didn't go near your car."

I rolled my eyes and stood up to go get my duffel and get some clothes for a shower. I wasn't going to sit there and deliberately let Dean and Sam give me a headache over this. Maybe Sam did do it because he was pissed about the whole laptop thing. It was childish if you asked me. I pulled out a new pair of jeans and a t-shirt but then thought a moment. If Bobby was coming I could dress causal until we had to leave right? Maybe it was just easier putting jeans on, that way they wouldn't have to wait. I looked at the t-shirt and scrunched my eyes at it for a moment. I didn't…remember it being that small. I lifted it up and placed it over my chest. This wouldn't fit a toddler let alone hold my chest in the damn thing.

"What the hell…?" I asked quietly, picking up the jeans as well. I slipped off my shorts, knowing full well that neither Winchester was paying attention to me as they continued yelling and tried putting the jeans on. I couldn't even get them up and over my thighs. I pulled out a few more things and it was the exact same way. The fucking Winchesters had shrunk my clothes!

"You idiots!" I screamed, turning around the see both of them on the couch, wrestling over something. The stopped at the yell, Sam on top of Dean, Dean holding something in his hand and keeping it away from Sam.

"What?" They asked, nearly at the same time.

I pulled out a bunch of clothes and threw them at them. "You. Shrunk. My. Clothes." I seethed and Dean looked at me confused as Sam got up and off of him.

"What are you talking about?" He tried coming closer to me but I threw jeans at his head and he stopped. "Babe, we didn't do anything to your clothes."

"Well you must have done something! Because none of them fit! I bought new jeans Dean, for when I got a few more months pregnant so I could fit in something other than fucking sweatpants!"

"Please don't scream." He pleaded quietly and rubbed his temples.

I ignored him and continued. "And I don't even fit in those!" I went into the bathroom and slammed the door, getting into the shower. My headache would go away with some warm water. The knocking on the door however, I knew I wouldn't go away until I acknowledged it. I refused and turned the hot water on.

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"Okay, I've heard enough." Bobby interrupted, moving his hat and standing to look at all of us.

I let out a rough cough against my arm and stood to get some juice from the refrigerator. "Anyway, you showed up about an hour after that." I said and coughed again.

"Alright, Sam, first off –- Dean did not steal your computer. And Dean, Sam did not touch your car."

"Yeah!" Sam air fisted and I rolled my eyes.

"And you sweetie," Bobby said, turning to look at me. "Dean and Sam did not shrink your clothes."

Dean and Sam grinned at me and I stuck my tongue out at them. "Whatever, jackasses." I mumbled and took a sip of the juice. "Like you've never done anything stupid like that before."

"You've got a Trickster on your hands." Bobby said and I scoffed.

"I didn't know those things even existed. I mean, I've heard of them but I didn't think they were real. My dad didn't think so either." I took a seat at the kitchen table.

Bobby shrugged. "Your dad was wrong; they're as real as you and me."

I nodded, looking at the table and feeling the condensation around the glass. Made me wonder how many other things he had been wrong about.

"But I've gotta tell you –- you guys were the biggest clue."

Sam looked at Bobby confused. "What do you mean?"

"These things create chaos and mischief as easy as breathing." Bobby chuckled. "And it's got you so turned around and at each other's throats, you can't even think straight."

And it went down like a stack of dominos. "The laptop."

"The tires."

I smirked. "The clothes."

Bobby nodded. "It knows you're onto him. And it's been playing you like fiddles."

"So, if I'm thinking of the right thing, they're immortal right?" I asked and Bobby nodded. "And they can create things out of thin air and make them vanish just as quick."

"You mean, like an angry spirit or an alien or an alligator?" Dean asked.

"The victims fit the M.O., too. Tricksters target the high and the mighty –- knock 'em down a peg, usually with a sense of humor. Deadly pranks, things like that."

"Bobby, what do these things look like?" Sam asked suddenly and it made me feel like we were actually onto something here. Hadn't felt like that since we started this damn case.

"Lots of things. But human, mostly." Bobby answered.

Sam turned to look at Dean. "And what human do we know who's been at ground zero this whole time?"

I shook my head, putting my head on the table. Of fucking course.

The janitor.

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So we woke up the next morning, luckily my morning sickness and cold not lagging anyone behind and went to Crawford Hall to approach the janitor. I honestly didn't know what we were going to do. We had to make sure it was him before we ran a Redwood through his chest. Oh yeah, Bobby had stayed up researching Tricksters for the details and apparently you had to stake them, like a vampire. Or the ones in Buffy anyways. As Sam and Dean distracted the damn thing by looking for wires in the walls again I snuck down to his locker. But all I found was an article from the Weekly World News and a candy bar…which looked good by the way. I think I actually took ten seconds contemplating in taking it or not. According to Bobby, Tricksters had a sweet tooth but when I presented the evidence to Dean and Sam outside, they seemed wary of it. Okay, fine, let them present a better idea.

We honestly had a plan, and knowing the Trickster was watching us closely, fighting outside was part of it. Sam and I would separate ourselves from Dean and tell him to wait here. Him being his belligerent self, he'd go after the Trickster himself while Sam and I grabbed Bobby and loaded up weapons. An hour later, knowing Dean was in the Assembly hall, that's exactly what we did.

"Alright, I need you to stay close to me okay?" Sam asked and I nodded, taking a stake from him.

"Yes, Dean." I mocked and he glared at me. I smiled but knew he was serious. I was safer when one of the Winchester boys was with me. I knew that now, especially since I was pregnant. Usually, they would let me go in on my own and helped if I needed it. But not now. Now one of them had to be with me at all times.

Bobby went in on one side and Sam and I made our way to the other. We crouched down and snuck inside, hiding in the last row. I peeked over and saw Dean approach the stage, seeing two beautiful half naked women on there. I knew Dean's eyes were wide and he was probably chocking on his drool.

I then heard him scoff. "You guys aren't real." Right, it was probably one of the Trickster's hologram thingies.

The brunette basically purred at Dean. "Trust me, sugar, it's gonna feel real."

I heard Dean let out an excited sound and gripped my stake. "Alright, that's it." I whispered and swore. "I'm gonna end this shit right now." Sam laughed quietly, holding onto my arm. I blushed and smiled slightly at him. "Sorry, forgot I was in mixed company."

Suddenly I saw Dean get attacked by the woman on the stage and one of them kicked him right in his manhood and he sailed back and landed in the first row of seats. Let me be the first to say: HA! That's karma there for him.

"Nice toss, ladies! Nice show!" The Trickster clapped and I screamed as I saw a man with a chainsaw appear behind me and Sam. I scrambled to get away and Sam picked me up and moved me, just missing the saw. Apparently the Trickster had known about our company for a while now.

Bobby ran over to us and helped us up and we all ran down near Dean, who had lost his stake during the fight with the women. Sam threw him his own and when the trickster was distracted Dean plunged the end of it into his chest, causing him to sputter and collapse in one of the seats as Dean twisted it.

The beautiful women and the chainsaw man instantly disappeared and I grimaced as I watched blood drip from the wound on the Trickster's chest. Dean pulled the stake out and the Trickster didn't move.

"You guys okay?" Dean asked and I continued to look at the blood and the now gaping hole and shook my head. "Andy?" He came up behind me pulling my face away to look at him. "Sweetie, look away." I nodded and rubbed a hand over my face. "You okay?" He asked again.

"I'm nauseous."

Dean sighed and kissed my forehead while rubbing my one arm. "Alright, come on; let's get you out of here."

We headed out to the parking lot, thanked Bobby, made small apologies for everyone accusing everyone of touching their stuff and headed back to the motel, waiting to hear if anyone found the body.

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"Babe, are you sure you're okay? You've looked green ever since we got in the car." Dean commented, holding open the motel door.

I suddenly shook my head, placing a hand over my mouth as bile rose in my throat. I ran to the bathroom, trying to move my jello filled legs as quickly as I could before my stomach erupted against my will. I kneeled on the ground, hurting my knees as they connected harshly with the tile and pushed the toilet seats up. As soon as my stomach had the go ahead it lurched so hard to the point that it almost physically hurt. I spilled what looked like tinted water into the toilet.

I felt someone come up behind me and pull my hair back, gently rubbing my back as I continued to heave into the bowl. I groaned and rubbed my eyes as tears filled them. One last heave and I was finished, leaning completely back against Dean. Dean reached up in front of me and flushed the toilet, sitting down almost Indian style to get off his knees. He pulled me onto his lap and ran his fingers through my damp hair and I clutched my stomach, not wanting to move, fearing it'd set off something else.

I sniffled and wiped the tears away as they cascaded down my face and Dean shushed me, kissing my head as Sam approached the doorway and then kneeled down next to us.

"Here." He said, handing me a ginger ale. I smiled at him and took it, waiting for the fizz to die down before I sipped it. "You okay?"

"I got morning sickness that can't tell time." I commented dryly and I felt Dean's chest rumble with a small laugh.

"Can I get you anything?"

I shook my head no but then thought of something. "What's that one drug they mentioned on ER that reduces vomiting?"

Sam smirked. "I think it was, maybe, Depakote?"

I nodded. "Yeah, how much of a chance you think I got on snagging some?"

Sam just chuckled and ruffled my hair. "I can make you some soup or hot chocolate, but I'm afraid drugs from the TV show ER are off the menu."

I smiled and nodded. "Hot chocolate please."

Sam nodded at Dean and got up and closed the door behind him. Dean and I sat there a few minutes more and then Dean stood and gently placed me on the toilet and I watched him turn the water in the tub on.

He smiled at me and I smiled back, trying to be lighthearted even though I felt like shit. "You gonna be okay, baby?" Dean asked tenderly, cupping my cheek.

I nodded and motioned for him to help me stand so I could head over to the sink and brush my teeth. I watched him feel the tap a few times and then brushed, thankful for the mint filling my mouth instead of the tangy sweet taste I never thought I'd be rid of.

"You wanna take a bath?" He asked me and I nodded, putting my toothbrush back next to his.

"Yeah, that sounds great." I said sitting back on the toilet and waiting for the tub to fill.

"Here." He got up and fumbled around the medicine cabinet for a moment. "I even got you this a few days ago."

He handed it to me and smiled sweetly. It was honey and oatmeal scented bubble bath. I popped open the lid and took a deep sniff, the heat from the bath temporally clearing my nostrils. I smiled and leaned into kiss him on the lips.

"Thanks Dean."

"There's only one catch…"

I shrugged. "Okay what?"

"You have to let me take the bath with you."

I grinned. "I thought that was already included when you mentioned the bath in the first place."

He chuckled and leaned up to envelop me, pushing his mouth against mine again. I felt him gently remove his clothes as we kissed and then felt him start to work on mine when he was down to his boxers. He slid my pants down and my shirt over my head and I nearly moaned as his hands brushed against my chest as he pulled my bra off.

The tub was nearly full and Dean leaned over to turn the water off. He poured some of the bath lotion in, swirling it around to make suds for a few moments.

"Water's really warm. You wanna get in first?"

I nodded and stood up. I put my hair up in a messy bun and gently took my underwear off, knowing he was watching my every move. He held my hand and helped me into the tub and I moaned, sitting down in the warm water. The honey scent attached itself to my nostrils and I breathed deeply, the scent calming me like Dean's did. I closed my eyes and felt him get in a moment later, his legs stretching out on either side of me as he laid against the end of the tub. He ran his wet hands through his short cropped hair and pulled me back against his chest. I laid back and rested my head on his shoulder, completely relaxing as he grabbed a washcloth and ran it along the front of my body.

He squeezed the washcloth and filled it with water many times and then ran it along my breasts and shoulders and down my arms. "Better?" He asked gently, his breath hot against my ear as he leaned to put a kiss just below there.

I nodded against him and sighed happily and closed my eyes. "Yeah, that's perfect Dean."

"So I want you to tell me what girls and boys name you're thinking of. Since you're always asking me."

I smiled and turned to kiss his wet cheek. "Well, I still like John and Veronica. But I like Violet too…or some other type of flower is always pretty." I sighed. "I just…I want to make sure I have this baby Dean." My voice shook ever so slightly and I felt Dean drop the washcloth and tighten his hold around my waist.

"You will." Dean promised. "And Sam and I will both be right there."

I believed him, of course I believed him. But I looked to the ceiling regardless, daring whatever God was up there to screw me over and prove him wrong. Maybe it wasn't daring…maybe I was just pleading he wouldn't.

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As I came out of the bathroom, I nearly grinned and squealed all at once. First off, the beds were pushed together. This room hadn't had a nightstand in between the two beds so Sam had pushed them together. I'm guessing that meant it was a movie night. The pillows were all stacked up and a lot of comfy, warm blankets were layered on the bed. There was a steaming cup of, I'm guessing hot chocolate, on the stand next to Dean's bed and then there was Sam holding the movies and grinning at me and Dean.

"Alright, first off on the Andy relaxation day we have a movie night. So either Star Wars, National Treasure or Casablanca."

"I did not tell you to get Casablanca." Dean said suddenly, fixing his sweatpants and running a towel over his hair again.

Sam shrugged. "It's a classic, I had to."

I smiled and gave them each a side hug. "I wanna watch Casablanca please." I jumped on the bed as Dean groaned and crawled over to the middle, where the beds met, and parked myself there; pulling the sheets up over my neck.

Sam put the movie in as Dean popped some popcorn and handed me my hot chocolate. I smiled as he leaned down to place a kiss on my nose. As the 'coming to theaters' attractions ended and the main titles started to roll, Dean and Sam found their way over to bed and crawled in on each side of me. Sam on my left and Dean on my right. I smiled and huddled between them.

For now, life was definitely of the good.

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