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Chapter 44: Roadkill Part 2

The mall wasn't crowed. Wasn't huge either; which probably meant that if it filled up with more than two hundred people they wouldn't be able to let anyone else in without violating capacity codes. I hadn't been in a mall more than three times. One time was when I was little. I remembered it had been around Christmas time and how my mom had made me get that stupid picture with the fake Santa in the chair. I didn't believe in Santa, especially when I sat upon that guys lap and he smelled like rotten candy canes and booze. But I believed in spirits; odd, huh? It made me wonder if Dean and I would bring our kid up to believe in things like that. Of Santa and Easter bunnies. That life sounded good. Blindness was good. It was something Dean, Sam and I never got to experience. And I vowed my kid would be as normal as long as they possibly could be; Winchester name be damned.

The second time I had been taken to a mall was after my mom died. My dad had been running errands and had dropped Sam, Dean and I off to wander around until he was finished. It hadn't been Christmas, though I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have remembered the pretty garlands or lights even if it had been. I remembered we had sat in the food court, not thinking much of anything. Not saying anything. Dean had bought me an ice cream cone; chocolate with some type of rainbow sprinkles covering the top. But for some reason when I had started eating it, it hadn't tasted like it was supposed to. I didn't waste it, feeling bad Dean had spent his own money on it that he got from helping out Father Jim organize weapons and books. It was ironic to me that I could remember all that but I had trouble remembering how many months I was pregnant and when someone's birthday was.

The third time was right now. I mean, I usually got my clothes from department stores but they usually weren't in a mall. I honestly didn't know what was so special about malls other than the food court. Although I was definitely going into that Bath and Bodyworks place. Nothing beats new lotion. I shook my head, holding onto Dean's hand as we stopped barely ten feet away from the doors we entered. I think this was a mood swing thing. A half an hour ago I had been bouncing in the car seat and telling Dean to drive faster. Well, screw that. Nothing was ruining this day. I glanced at Dean and saw him eyeing things like they were threatening to kill us and I smiled gently. He wouldn't ruin my day either.

"So what do you wanna do?" Dean asked quietly, like the ten people that were actually at the mall and around us were listening.

"Not a lot of people here." Sam mused looking around at the jewelry store, the Tux rental shop and a store that was supposed to be for young teenage girls but the clothes looked like a corner stripper could wear them.

I shrugged. "That means the lines won't be long and the food court will be empty." I tried not to be so excited about it. But I knew as I looked at the Winchesters, both with entertained smiles on their faces, that they already knew how I felt. "Is there a map?"

"What, you don't want to just run around and see where it takes you?" Dean wisecracked and I shoved him, seeing a map plastered on the side of the wall near one of the stores.

"Shut up, jackass." I commented, going near it to see where the hell we are. I never used these things. And I mean anywhere. No wonder when I was in passenger and had the map I never knew where we were. I followed the little star key thingy that marked where we were and what was around us. "Just because you hate malls doesn't mean you have to ruin it for everyone else." I trailed off, looking at the map in its entirety. "There's four floors?"

"Everyone?" Dean questioned. "Everyone including the ten people that are here?" He smirked and I rolled my eyes, not touching that one without needing to slap him upside the head.

"Well, you definitely want clothes right? I mean, seeing as how you're here and mise well?" Sam asked, trailing his finger along one of the floors.

I nodded. "Sure, why not?" Dean smirked as he looked at the map and I turned with my hands on my hips. "What?" I asked, waiting to hear another smart ass remark.

He shook his head and shrugged. "Nothing."

"Seriously, what?" Mise well get this yelling out of the way so I could enjoy the rest of my day. I would seriously go shopping with Sam. If Dean wanted to be in a bad mood, go right ahead. Just go do it in the Impala.

He sighed, his cheeks flushing with pink as I made him point out what he'd been smiling at. "It's a baby store." He said embarrassingly and looked at the ground after he took his finger away from the spot. When the pad of his finger disappeared the dot he'd been covering said the place's name was Tiny Tots.

I put some hair behind my ear. He was still looking at the ground as Sam cleared his throat and started to point out other places I could go. I smiled softly and waited until he lifted his head. He did eventually and locked his own eyes on mine, smiling shyly and tilting his head. I leaned in and gave him a small kiss on his cheek and laced my hand with his.

"So where to first?"

"Can we eat?" I asked, getting a chuckle out of Dean. I shrugged at both of them. "What? I'm hungry and I'm a sucker for food court food."

Dean ruffled my hair and put an arm over my shoulder as we walked to the food court. "You're a sucker for a lot of things." He said affectionately and I giggled. "And how can you possibly be hungry? It didn't take us days to get here."

I shrugged. "Just am." And then I stuck my tongue out at him, making him lean in and kiss my cheek. I leaned into his chest, his arm growing tighter around my shoulders as he ran his cupped hand up and down my arm. "And so? I'm not a sucker for everything!"

Sam snorted, apparently disagreeing with me. "Please, you're worse than I am. And I can be pretty lenient towards puppies that don't have homes." He added, making an example. I rolled my eyes.

Dean laughed. "And that's saying something."

I stuck my lower lip out. "Just because of that one time I wanted to bring that cat with us."

Dean groaned. "We literally followed that thing for ten minutes."

I shrugged. "I just wanted to see if it had a collar."

"And what happened when you realized it didn't?" Sam asked and cocked his head at me.

I smiled shyly. "I insisted we found a no kill shelter to take it to?"

Dean nodded almost eagerly. "Exactly." He turned to kiss my head. "Sucker babe, sorry." Sam laughed at my reaction and I shook my head; secretly loving how these two were joke ganging up on me. They hadn't done that in a long time.

The food court was nearly empty. Well, I guess it only looked empty because there were so many tables. There was actually a good amount of people wandering around, getting tables, ordering food and just trying to juggle their shopping bags.

"Alright, you get a table and we'll get the food." Dean said, motioning to Sam and himself.

"I can help Dean, its only trays."

"How come when you actually want to help something we don't need it?" Sam whispered and I smiled, shoving him. He chuckled and shrugged. "It's a valid question!"

Dean ruffled my hair as Sam went over to a pizza place to order his own food. "You don't even know what I want." I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest.

Dean smiled slowly and stepped closer to me. "Don't I?" He asked, his warm breath pushing against my nose. It smelled like mint. I looked around at the ten little food court restaurants. No, he didn't know what I wanted…or did he? It'd be interesting to see if he knew, seeing as how there was all these choices. Actually, to come to think of it, I wasn't even sure what I wanted.

"No, you don't." I concluded and Dean wisped some air behind my ear, leaving his hand to graze along the side of my face as he pulled away.

"You underestimate me, baby." He kissed my nose and turned around to head to get the food.

"Hey, Dean!" I called out and he turned, a smirk set on his face. "What do I want?"

He scoffed. "Please, double bacon cheeseburger with ketchup."

I grinned. "And?"

"French fries."

I nodded, blowing Dean a kiss as I turned to get a table. Damn. That Winchester was good.

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"So, I'm guessing its good Andy? Since you haven't said one word to us since you got your food?" Sam asked.

I shoved another French fry in my mouth and smiled shyly at them. "I didn't think words were needed." I said, swallowing.

Dean smirked. "Apparently not."

I felt his hand rest on my thigh and I scooted my chair closer to his. "I seriously have not tasted a better cheeseburger than this one." I smiled and took another bite. I think I realized right then that I was more like Dean than I realized. "How's your pizza Sam?"

Sam nodded and crumpled a napkin to put on his empty plate. "It was good. Wasn't the best ever," He said with a smirk and I threw a fry at him. "But it was good."

"Don't make fun of me. I like food, there's nothing wrong with that."

Dean kissed my head and I felt the stubble on his face scratch some of the skin beneath my hair. "Definitely not. Although if you start moaning at the table I suggest you go somewhere to be alone." Sam smirked and I shoved Dean.

"Shut up!" I whined as Dean let out a laugh and Sam covered his mouth. "I hate both of you."

"Really?" Dean questioned. "Because the both of us were going to buy you ice cream after this." I wiped my mouth and grinned at them and Dean nodded. "Yeah, exactly what I thought."

"Here." Sam stood and gathered Dean's and his own tray up. "What do you want, I'll go get it."

He threw the trash away and took his wallet out as he stood at the table and waited for our orders. Dean shook his head. "I can get it Sam."

Sam shrugged. "Doesn't matter. It's not like we're using cash anyways." Sam said with a wryly smile and Dean smirked.

"Get me a small vanilla cone." Dean looked at me and shook his head. "What about you, disposal?"

I groaned as Sam laughed. "That's not my new nickname is it?"

Dean scoffed. "With the way you pack food in? I don't know why I hadn't thought of it before."

I rolled my eyes and thought for a moment. "I want a chocolate milkshake please." I gave Sam a smile and he nodded, taking off towards the little ice cream place. I sat back in the seat and sighed, closing my eyes for a moment. "I'm officially full and uncomfortable. Mission accomplished."

Dean picked up the tray and threw it away. "Well, you did eat pretty damn fast. I'm considering putting you in a competition. You didn't beat me though."

"You had the same thing but didn't have fries." I pouted. "It's not fair."

Dean smiled and shook his head, grabbing that pout with his lips. "I love it when you pout that way." He grinned mischievously and I let out a giggle as he kissed me.

I felt someone approach the table but I just figured it was Sam and tried to get a little more kissing in before we had to stop. But it wasn't who I thought it was because the next thing I knew Dean was pulling back and about to swear. But then he stopped when he saw who was pulling on the bottom of his leather jacket. It was a little boy and he was crying as hard as I've ever seen a kid cry.

"Hey," Dean said gently, bending down to reach eye level with the little kid. He gently pried the little boy's hands off his jacket. "What's the matter?"

Where had the little kid come from? He couldn't have been more than four years old. He must have had a parent somewhere. I looked around the food court for the frantic mother or father but didn't see anyone looking for their little boy. I glanced back at the little boy, who was now gripping Dean's hands. His hands were so tiny and soft compared to Dean's. He was dressed in little blue jeans and sneakers and had on a light blue t-shirt with little race cars on it. The kid was absolutely adorable and his eyes reminded me of Dean's. He had short cropped hair as well and it made me want to run my hand through it and over it to calm this kid down.

I got up from my chair and kneeled next to Dean's. "What's your name sweetie?"

"I—I can't find my mommy." He said tearfully and huddled his little face in his hands to wipe off his tear streaks.

I looked up at Dean and his face filled with sympathy for the little boy. I motioned for him to hand me a napkin and he handed one to me. I gave it to the boy and he wiped his face with it. "What's your name?" I asked again when he was finished with the napkin.

He sniffled and looked up at Dean. "Billy."

"Alright, Billy. Do you remember the last time you saw your mom?" Dean asked. His voice was so tender and so gentle that it reminded me of the softest satin. It made me want to kiss him, even though this was apparently not the time for that.

Billy shook his head. "I was playing with race cars."

"At the Toy Store?" Dean asked and Billy nodded.

"Was your mommy there?" I asked and he shook his head no, more tears filling his big colorful eyes.

"It's okay." I said softly, stroking the side of his head. "We'll find your mommy okay?"

I saw Sam head towards us and stop a moment when he saw the little boy. He looked at me confused and I stood as he reached the table.

"Did Dean make a new friend with someone that actually has the same brain activity?" Sam asked and I saw Dean glare at him.

I hoped to God Dean didn't swear. That's all we would need. To find this Billy's parents and he's running around with a new swear word from Dean Winchester. He managed to keep his tongue in check and took the ice cream cone from Sam.

"Hey Billy." Dean said, smiling softly at the kid. "You want some ice cream?" He asked and Billy's face suddenly brightened as he smiled. "Alright, but there's no more crying, okay?"

Billy nodded again and tried to crawl up on Dean's lap to get the ice cream. Dean handed the ice cream to me and reached his hands underneath Billy's arms to pull him up. He sat him on his lap and I handed Billy the ice cream, gently stroking the kid's hair for a moment.

"Billy here can't find his mom or dad. I'm guessing while they were shopping Billy went into a toy store to play with race cars." Billy suddenly nodded as if to prove my sentence and Dean chuckled at the kid. I smiled. "So they have to be some where around there looking for him."

"Toy store was on the third floor." Sam said, remembering. "Right next to the Baby store and one of the woman's clothes stores."

"Oh great, I can look for clothes right after we find Billy's parents." I joked and Sam smirked.

"Here's your milkshake by the way." I took it from him and sipped a long sip from the straw. Mmm, nothing better than a chocolate milkshake after a huge meal. And I could tell this one was made from actual chocolate ice cream. I hated when they tried to make chocolate milkshakes out of vanilla ice cream and chocolate syrup.

Dean carefully stood and adjusted Billy in his one arm. He hadn't said a word since he got that ice cream cone and was slurping away with the thing. He was very neat about it too, which I'm sure Dean was happy about. I knew he'd be pissed to get ice cream on his leather jacket. But it's not like he'd yell at the kid or anything.

"Here, just in case." I said and gave Dean a small smile and handed him the napkins.

"He's pretty good at eating that ice cream." Dean said, smiling and looking at Billy.

I leaned up and kissed Dean's cheek and he smiled at me as I pulled away. I'm guessing he got what I was trying to tell him.

"Come on; let's head up to the toy store."

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We headed up to the third floor and went straight to the toy store. I walked with Sam up ahead of Dean and every so often I'd turn around to see Dean talking with Billy. After Billy had finished his ice cream cone, he couldn't stop talking. I mean, okay, what does a four year old really have to say? But Dean was smiling all the way so it must have been funny or at least cute to hear.

"Alright Billy," Dean said, adjusting Billy in his arms. "See your mom and dad anywhere?" He asked as we went into the toy store.

Toy store was pretty empty too. There must have been a total four adults, not including the cashiers and at least six children playing with various items. It made me feel like a weird scary movie vibe. Like we were among the last people on the planet and raiding a mall. I couldn't remember what zombie movie had had that plot.

Billy looked around, his little hands gripping Dean's jacket collar as he leaned back off Dean to look down aisles of toys. He shook his head no. "No." He said simply and Dean sighed, looking at me and Sam.

"Now what?"

"Look in the stores around here?" Sam asked and I shrugged. What more could we do?

We exited the toy store and I sighed, looking at the Tiny Tots baby store, the woman's clothing store titled Persha's; I scrunched my eyebrows, was that seriously the name? And the last store was a sport's store.

"Alright, three people, three stores." I said, throwing my milkshake out.

"I got the baby store." Dean said suddenly and started heading towards the store and I nodded.

"Alright, use your cell Dean!" He waved an arm indicating that he heard me and I nodded at Sam. "You too, I'll take the woman's store."

"Break." Sam mocked a football term and headed into the sports store. I sighed, turning to head into Persha's."

The store had brightly peach colored walls and the clothes were actually kind of nice, even though the name of the store sounded that of eighty year old woman with millions of cats. There were jeans and nice comfortable looking sweat shirts and everything from causal dress wear to business like suits for woman. I shook my head, heading to the counter. I could look after I found Billy's mother.

"Excuse me." I asked, looking at the cashier.

He looked up from his magazine, since no one was in here and adjusted his glasses. "I'm sorry; I didn't even notice you were in here. It's been a slow day."

I smiled at him; he was handsome. "I understand."

"Can I help you with something?"

"Uhm, yes." I felt kind of rude for bothering this guy since I wasn't buying something. "I'll be back in here later for clothes but for right now, I'm looking for this lady, she might have come in here earlier looking for her son?"

The cashier nodded. "Yeah, she was extremely upset. She wasn't in here long after I said I hadn't seen him but I think she went right, but I'm not sure where she went."

I nodded and went to turn out. "Thanks; I'll be back in, promise."

He nodded, giving me a smile. "I'll hold you to that."

I shook off the fact he had been flirting with me and turned right out of the store. Billy must have really traveled far after he got separated from his parents. I mean, we had been on two and now we were on three.

Some type of anger sparked in me. Why hadn't anyone helped out the crying kid in between then? I mean, I knew the mall was pretty much empty but someone other than us had to have seen the kid in between the time he left the toy store and made it to the food court. Poor thing. And I wasn't complaining we had to help him find his parents. It was adorable seeing Dean with Billy and it made me all the more excited to have this baby. Plus, off all the things that could have ruined this day, seeing as what our profession was, this wasn't high on the list of annoyances.

I turned another corner, bumping straight into someone and fell on my ass.

"Oh, geez." The man apologized, bending over to help me up. "I'm so sorry. I need to watch where the hell I'm going."

I smirked, taking his hand to pull me up of the ground. "Likewise." I brushed off the back of my jeans. He looked flustered and he smiled at me once more to apologize before taking off. "Wait!" I called out and he turned around.

"Miss, look, I'm sorry for knocking you over but I really don't have time to—"

"Are you looking for your son?" I asked. "Billy?"

He nodded frantically and came towards me. "Oh my God, yes. Have you found him, is he okay?"

I smiled and tried calming him down. I touched his forearm and he took a deep breath as if reading my mind. "Yes, he found me and my boyfriend and his brother at the food court."

The man suddenly let out a chuckle. "That's on the second floor. Billy's a wanderer all right."

I let out a small laugh and stuck my hand out. "I'm Andy."

He took my hand and gently shook it. "Frank Lezack." I could see where the kid got his strong cheekbones and amazing eye color.

"Well, your son's with my boyfriend Dean at that Tiny Tots store, so I'll take you to him."

He nodded. "Thank you so much. It's hard to find good hearted people these days, ya know?"

I nodded and turned to head towards the store as the man took out his cell phone, I'm guessing to call his wife. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean."

I overheard a little bit of the conversation when the man was speaking. His wife's name was Laura and he called her with utter love and relief. He told her that a nice group of people found their son and to hurry to the Tiny Tots store. I was on my phone too, telling Dean and Sam to call off their own searches.

Dean and Sam were waiting outside the store and I saw Dean put Billy on the ground as he saw us approach. Billy smiled as he saw his daddy and ran towards him to hug him. I smiled as Frank picked his son up in his arms and squeezed him tightly.

"Your mother and I and were so worried about you, Monster." He ruffled his hair affectionately and I'm guessing the 'monster' was a little nickname. Billy nestled his head under his dad's chin and smiled.

I walked over to Sam and Dean and smiled at them and Dean leaned down to kiss my forehead and put his hands in his pockets. I heard Laura approach and she hugged Billy fiercely, looking at us and smiling.

"Oh, God, thank you so much!" She said, her Texas twang affecting her speech. I guess it got that way when she was upset.

I nodded. "It was no problem, really. You got a real cute kid on your hands there."

She smiled. "Thank you."

They turned seconds later to head out and thanked us again.

"So, did you have fun with Billy?" I asked Dean and he smirked.

"Kid kind of grew on me."

I bumped my hip with his. "Lucky for you we'll be having one of those soon."

Dean leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "Not soon enough." I blushed and nuzzled my nose against his own and hugged him tightly for a moment. "And hey, Sam and I got you a little something."

I pulled back and smiled excitedly at both of them. "What?"

"Close your eyes and open you hands." Sam said with a smile.

I did what I was told and waited. A few moments later something soft and small was placed in my hands and I couldn't wait to open my eyes and see what it was.

"Okay, open." Dean instructed.

I opened my eyes and looked down at my hands and nearly cried at what I saw. Two little purple socks were in my palms; little dancing bears on the tops of them.

"Oh my God." I breathed, happy tears falling down my face. "They're perfect! When did you get them?"

"When I couldn't find anyone in the sports store and went to see if Dean found anything." Sam explained.

Dean and Sam grinned. "Sam helped me pick them out."

"But it was Dean's idea." Dean smiled at Sam for giving him credit.

"We figured since we don't know whether it's a girl or boy yet, purple was neutral color. Besides, they won't remember that they had on purple socks anyways."

I propelled myself in-between them, one arm going around Sam's shoulder and the other around Dean's. I squeezed them both tightly. "You two are the best people ever. Thank you."

I felt Dean smile and bury his nose in my shoulder as his one arm came around my waist. "You're welcome babe."

Sam's arm circled my waist as well and squeezed me just as tight. "I'm glad you like them."

I pulled back and embarrassingly wiped away the tears that had fallen. "Like them? I love them. I love you two." I said finally, and let it sink in. They smiled, like they already knew that but were happy to hear it out loud. Like now the whole world knew and they were lucky. But they were wrong, I was the lucky one. To have them was the luckiest thing on the planet.

"So clothes?" Sam asked. "Now that we got the cute and fluffy things out of the way." I grinned and nodded.

I went to look for somewhere to put the socks as Sam went to head into Persha's and Dean's hand gently grasped my forearm. "Here, I'll put them in my jacket pocket."

I smiled and handed them to him and he gently tucked them away in his jacket. "They're so tiny…I really do love them, Dean." I hugged him and rubbed my face against the comforting material of leather. "Thank you." They meant more to me than he'd ever know, even if they were just socks.

Dean smiled and rubbed my back, letting his chin rest on my head. "They're just socks, silly." He wasn't making a joke or mocking me in any way and I just smiled in response.

They weren't just socks to me and something told me, even if he didn't say anything, that they weren't just socks to him either.

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"Back again?" The cashier asked as I made my way into the store with Dean.

I nodded and he leaned back up from leaning on the counter and put the magazine away. He took his glasses off and set them to lean on the back counter and adjusted his shirt, trying to look presentable. I was set on convincing myself he didn't do that for me but because he was at work.

"I told you I would be." I said quietly and went off to look at a rack of jeans.

"Those are on sale by the way, buy two and get the third half off." He said with a smile and Dean approached the rack I was at and flicked the sign on top.

"She can read, pal, thanks." He tipped his head at him and the man frowned, looking at the register and then back at his magazine.

"Dean, come on. None today okay?" I pleaded; massaging the one side of my head and Dean sighed and nodded.

Sam approached us after a moment or two of Dean pointing out certain jeans to me. "There's some nice shirts back there Andy."

Sam, Dean and I went to look at the shirts that were half off and I picked a few out, trying to not be too picky about it. I never was this bad with picking clothes. I liked sale's racks and anything in the blue or grey family was okay with me. I liked white too and red was always a nice color. I picked out a green shirt and handed it to Dean. Maybe green too. Eh, maybe I liked a lot of different colors. Sue me.

"Do you think I'd look good in purple?" I asked them, holding up a light lilac colored long sleeved tee up to my chest.

Dean smiled. "I think you look good in anything." I snorted and Sam rolled his eyes, and then motioned to the fitting room.

"Try a few things on."

I glanced at the cashier, who was of course looking our way when I did it, and then back at them. I'd rather not try things on and then parade in front of everyone.

"I'd rather not." I said quietly and Dean sighed.

"Actually, it'd probably be a good plan Andy. If the shirts don't fit after we buy them they're going to be useless. You know we wouldn't be here to return them." Dean I think sensed I was embarrassed and kissed my forehead. "Come on, Sam and I will stand right outside so you don't have to open the door all the way or walk out." I think Sam now caught on I was feeling weird too because he glanced behind him at the cashier and nodded. "Okay?"

I sighed and grabbed the pairs of pants and shirts from Dean. "Okay." I huffed, not happy about it. I went to pull on the door of one of the dressing rooms and succeeded in dropping the clothes since it was locked. Now, angry at myself for dropping the clothes I now felt like a moron for pulling on a locked door. "It's locked." I said, like Dean and Sam couldn't see that as they gathered the clothes up.

I saw the guy, who I was guessing around twenty, jump over the counter and had his keys out to unlock the door. "Sorry," He said approaching us and stepping over the clothes to unlock the door. "Probably should have said something about that." I just nodded mutely in response. For some reason, other than the fact he'd been trying to flirt with me, he was making me feel uncomfortable. "How many you have?" He asked.

"Uhm, I don't know. Around four jeans and five shirts?" I counted in my head.

"Okay, here ya go." He held the door open and smiled at me as I went inside.

Dean pointedly cleared his throat, and the guy shifted and moved away from the door. When I made sure he was behind his desk and his nose was buried in a magazine I looked at Sam and Dean. "He's really making me feel uncomfortable guys."

Sam glanced at the counter and then back at me. "Try on one pair of jeans and one shirt. We'll match the sizes and leave okay?"

"You want me to come in with you?" Dean asked.

"To help me change?" I asked, a smile appearing on my face. "If you do we may never leave."

Dean chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Valid point." He leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Hurry up then I guess."

I stuck my tongue out at him and he smiled as I closed the door. I tried on a pair of light jeans and they fit perfectly. I wondered if I should get one more size up so I could fit in them a bit later. The shirts were fine too and I decided to get mediums instead of smalls.

I opened the door so they could see and Dean whistled. I rolled my eyes. "You guys think I should get a size up?"

Sam shrugged. "It's practical."

I nodded and drummed the side wall with my fingers as I stood for a moment. "Will you get me the right size?" I asked with a small, sweet smile and Sam rolled his eyes, muttering a yeah.

I grinned and handed Dean the shirts. "Thanks Sam."

I changed back into my regular clothes and opened the door again. Dean motioned for me to give him the jeans and he shuffled them onto another rack of clothes from the dressing rooms to be re-shelved.

"That's all?" The cashier asked as he rung up all the clothes.

Dean nodded and I leaned into him as he got his wallet out. "How much?"

The guy was blatantly staring at me now and I felt like…like I knew him from somewhere. Something about him was familiar and the familiarity wasn't good. It was making me sick to my stomach.

Dean looked up from his wallet and slammed his fist on the counter. "Hey!"

"Dean." Sam cautioned and the cashier looked to Dean slowly and smiled.

"That'll be thirty dollars, sir."

Dean scoffed and I knew he was resisting the urge to shove the money down the guy's throat and telling him to keep the change. He bagged up my clothes and as handed them to me his hand brushed mine.

I backed up and almost tripped over Sam's foot.

"What's the matter Andy?" The cashier asked, putting the money in it's certain slots. His eyes turned coal black as he looked at me. "Don't you recognize me?"

My heart plummeted as he closed the till. Before anyone could react Sam and Dean were plummeted back through the air by an invisible force. I gasped as Dean slammed into the fitting room door and Sam knocked over a rack of shirts.

I turned to reach for the holy water in my back pocket. Always good to be prepared but he grabbed my wrist, twisting it painfully. "Now, now." He hoisted me over the counter and pushed me against the back, shuttering the cash register. "Let's not get too hasty, love." Since when did he have a brogue? "You don't remember me at all?" He swooped a hand down my face and I flinched. Who the fuck—? Wait…

"You might have to flash your bra." Someone said next to me.

"To get the bartenders attention? Flash of lace?" He had a strong accent as well, I wanted to say it was British but I wasn't quite sure. "Only pulling your strings, sweetheart. But since you're not laughing I'll offer my hand instead." He stuck out his hand and smiled. "I'm Paul."

Paul chuckled, it sounded dark and crackly; like the beginning of a thunder storm. "The look on your face when the demon rips Sam and Dean's hearts out right in front of you."

"Paul?" I choked out and he smiled.

"That's a girl."

"If I remember correctly, you got sent back to hell."

He smiled and it was cold and everything that was wrong in the world. "Did I?"

He fell to his knees and a black smoke rose out of his throat and into the sky and for a moment I thought it was following us. But as soon as it hit a certain peak in the sky it swarmed towards the ground and crashed into the pavement, going through it.

I checked the review mirror as we drove farther away from the bar. Paul's body was still on the concrete, unmoving.

"You think he's dead?" I asked Sam and Dean.

"I'm very good at acting." He said slowly.

"What do you want?" I asked.

He chuckled. "What everyone else wants." His mouth and face came closer to me and as he did so he grinded his body against mine. I whimpered against him and tried pushing him off. But he was stronger and I had to calm down. I was pregnant and fighting a demon would not help me at all. Come on, where the fuck was Sam and Dean? He put a hand on my stomach. "Now, what do think will hurt the Winchesters the most?" He asked slowly. "What's the prefect revenge?" His whispers felt like ash sliding into my body and it made me wonder if his black smoke was leaking into my ear. "What do you think Yellow Eyes is going to do…when he finds out you've got a bun in the oven?"

My breath stifled; all my nightmares coming true. I looked into his black eyes and he grinned, nodding.

"Let her go you son of a bitch!" I heard Dean scream and felt water hit me. What looked like a whole damn bucket slammed into Paul's face and he screamed, letting me go. "Sam, get her out of here!"

I felt Sam pull me away from Paul and head out the front of the store. Paul was still screaming as I'm guessing Dean was throwing more water on him. It didn't really matter I guess. The mall was empty, just like it had been all day. I gripped Sam and couldn't stop hyperventilating. It felt like my throat was closing up. Is this what a panic attack felt like?

"Hey, it's okay." Sam cooed, sitting me down on a bench nearby. "You're okay. Breathe Andy." He sat next to me and rubbed my arms and eventually my breathing slowed. "You're okay." He repeated, millions and millions times over. But everything was far from okay and something coiled in my stomach; pure and utter fear.

Dean came running out to us a few minutes later and Sam switched with Dean. "Sweetheart, you alright?" He asked and I shook my head no and leaned into him. My throat was starting to hurt from the lump forming as I tried to hold sobs back. It felt like I was trying to force marbles down my throat every time I swallowed. He pulled me into his chest and held me tightly, rocking me from side to side. I felt him look up at Sam. "There's a video feed it there."

Sam nodded, following. "I'll get the tape."

Dean pulled me back to look at me as Sam left to get the tape. "What happened to Paul?" I asked, my voice raw and weak.

"Son of a bitch turned to smoke again. Are you okay, he didn't hurt you did he?" Dean asked observing me everywhere.

"Dean…he…he knew about the baby." I said and let out a sob and his soft eyes connected with mine. "He mentioned Yellow eyes and what could happen…" My chest felt like it was breaking and sobs came rolling out. Dean pulled me back into him and I clutched the back of his leather jacket, almost like I was afraid of being pulled out of his arms.

"Demons lie, baby. He was trying to scare you." Dean crooned, leaving a kiss on my head and stroking my hair. "Nothing is going to happen to the baby. I promise. Sam and I got you, alright? We won't let anything happen." He held me tighter. "Shhhh…"

"Excuse me, sir?" Dean pulled back but didn't break his hold on my forearms and I glanced at the mall cop that had approached us. I quickly swallowed the rest of my tears and wiped the tear tracks from my face. "Is everything alright?"

Dean cleared his throat. "Everything's fine officer, she got a very upsetting phone call about her mother." Dean ran a hand down my hair. "We can leave if we're disturbing the peace." I could tell he was trying not to snap and tell the man to mind his own business.

The cop shook his head and looked at me with sympathy. "Oh, I'm sorry miss." I nodded and sniffled pathetically, wanting to get the hell out of here.

I saw Sam come out of the store and upon seeing the cop he hid the video inside his jacket. "Sir?" Sam asked the cop and he turned. "There's a man on the floor in there, I think he might have fainted."

Paul's 'vessel' must have still been alive. The cop nodded and ran off to help the poor man. At least he was alright and Paul hadn't killed him.

"Come on," Dean said and helped me stand. He took off his leather jacket and placed it around my shoulders. "Let's get out of here."

O0o0o0o0o0

"Horrible bright side?" Sam asked as we reached the car in the parking lot. I looked at the grey sky and saw it was about to rain. Well I was thinking that was the reason, because it was still too early for it to be dark. What it was nearing…seven? He motioned to the bag. "Got the clothes you wanted."

I smiled slightly but it was small and didn't stay too long on my face. Dean took the bag of clothes from me and put it in the trunk. I used the jacket sleeve to wipe under my right eye. I couldn't tell if the moisture had been there or if it was from a raindrop hitting my face.

"Are we like, in the demons monthly magazine or something?" I asked annoyed. "They must mark it on their fucking calendar, 'Winchesters trying to relax; go try and kill them'."

"Sorry the day was ruined." Dean apologized softly at my sour tone as he opened the back seat door.

I shook my head and looked at them both. "Day wasn't ruined. I had a great time with you guys today, all things considered."

"We should have been more prepared than we were." Dean swore and Sam shook his head.

"None of this is anyone's fault." He looked at me specifically. "Okay?" I nodded and leaned against the car. "We've been beating around the bush, ya know? Not being super careful until we had to. Should have been doing it from the minute we knew you were pregnant." He shook his head and for a moment I knew he was blaming himself too. "We salt everything. Everyone carries around holy water and a weapon from now on. We should call Bobby too; see if he has any extra amulets against demon possession and for protection."

Dean nodded and stroked my face. "And no one leaves you unattended."

"We gonna keep that up forever?" I wisecracked and Dean and Sam nodded.

"Forever and then some." Dean concluded, ending the conversation.

"I meant what I said." I said and kissed Dean's palm. "I had the best day and I promised myself that nothing would ruin it. And nothing did."

"So you enjoyed Paul hitting on you and then attacking Sam and me?" Dean wisecracked and then felt his back. "Which hurt by the way."

I couldn't help but smile and shove him. "You knew what I meant."

"Watch it, I'm injured." Dean smiled and then turned serious. "And I meant what I said. Sam and I won't let anything happen to you or the baby. Okay?"

Sam nodded as if confirming it. Dean felt his back and groaned and Sam rolled his eyes, putting his hand out for the keys. "Yeah, come on drama queen."

"Dude, shut up." Dean handed him the keys even though he was griping all the way about it.

Sam chuckled and got in the driver's seat, starting the car.

"Your back must really hurt if you're letting Sam drive." I said after a moment and waited for him to crawl in the backseat before I did.

Dean shrugged. "He's only driving for a little. But if my back still hurts by tonight you can help me get in my pajamas." Dean said with a grin and cocked his eyebrows.

I giggled and kissed him, laying against his chest. "How bout I help you either way?"

Dean smiled and stroked my hair. "Sounds fair to me."

O0o0o0o0o

Was I busted for still feeling a little upset after leaving the mall? I had incessantly told the Winchesters that I was fine. Which I was, okay? I don't care how long it took to convince myself, but I was. I promised myself and Dean that nothing would ruin my relaxation day…otherwise I think Sam was going to make me look the word up in the dictionary. But I think not talking in any conversation Dean and Sam brought up was starting to give me away. For some reason I couldn't bring myself to add anything interesting to the conversation. With one shared look, I knew they knew I was still upset about the mall. But sue me okay, my unborn baby basically just required a dart target. How would you feel?

I'm not sure where we were driving but we had just stopped at a gas station for gas and got out to stretch and then switched places. I knew it wouldn't take Dean that long to switch seats to drive. Dean was switching the music every ten minutes and I could hear Sam flipping through a magazine in the backseat and I was seriously wondering why neither of them had said anything to me yet. Maybe they were thinking about the same thing and no one really wanted to touch that subject for now. I couldn't believe how many topics we actually danced around until they needed to be dealt with. Like the whole Dean nightmare thing hadn't been dealt with or even talked about because I hadn't had one in awhile. We would wait until Dean was so far screwed to talk about anything and then it would be too late. I shook my head and sat back a little in my seat, leaning my head on the seat with a sigh. I couldn't force them and I really didn't feel like talking right now anyways. My head hurt and I was hungry but I didn't feel like telling Dean to stop at the diners we were passing because he told me to grab something at the gas station. I had refused because I had been feeling nauseous and Dean and Sam had eaten. So I sat and waited; even though I didn't know where we were going.

I heard a song by Stereophonics pop up on one of my mix tapes and I wasn't sure if Sam didn't like the song or the thought had just occurred to him right then and there that he had to say something over it.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked, leaning up between me and Dean and Dean turned the song down. "You haven't said anything since we got in the car."

"Does everything feel alright?" Dean asked me, looking at me every so often to pay attention to the road. "I mean…is the baby…" Dean rarely had trouble reaching for the right words and I could tell he was really worried. I felt like a jackass for not saying anything to them all this time we had been in the car and I took one of Dean's hands off the wheel and squeezed it.

"I'm fine guys, I promise." I said with a small smile and looked at both of them. "I'm sorry I've been quiet, I've just been thinking that's all." Dean exchanged glances with Sam and it made me want to snap at him for some reason or comment on how I was glad he was so confident at not looking at the road for ten seconds. "What?"

Dean shrugged. "Cause there's a hospital about a few…"

"No…" I shook my head almost defiantly. "Dean please? I promise I feel fine, I don't want to go to a hospital on my relaxation day."

"Well, I didn't either but it's not like we planned in the demonically possessed store employee." I let out an aggravated sigh and let go of his hand. "Don't Andy." Dean suddenly sounded really angry. "Don't be this way. How do you expect Sam and I are going to act after all that?" I shook my head and looked out the window; refusing to answer him. "Huh?"

"Dean…" Sam said calmly. "Come on. Upsetting her isn't going to make anything better."

But Dean just ignored him. "You can't be selfish about this."

My head snapped around. "Selfish? How am I being selfish? You making Sam go and sit there and making doctors and nurses run these tests for no reason is being selfish."

"No reason?" Dean asked with a scoff. "Andy, a demon hauled you over a counter and slammed you into the back of it. It's not like we're dealing with normal strength here. Now why is it so goddamn selfish of me to take you to the hospital and make sure that you and the baby are okay?"

His voice echoed against the insides of the car and it reminded me of some sort of quick storm. The echoes stopped as soon as they had started but I swore I could still here Dean's voice in my ears like bells. He was angry and he was worried. I understood that. But I wasn't gushing blood from anywhere; I wasn't in any type of pain. It was my body for Christ's sake; couldn't he just take my word for it? Couldn't he trust me on this?

"Hey, Dean." Sam said suddenly.

"What?" Dean barked, but he was trying not to direct his anger towards Sam.

"Turn here." Dean looked to his left confused but did as he was told as Sam grew eager and somewhat bouncy in the backseat.

"Where are we?" I asked quietly and I could literally feel Sam grin and then get out of the car. I followed in suit, leaving Dean's leather jacket behind. I went around the trunk to get a sweatshirt out of my duffel to put over my head instead. Sam didn't answer me and I heard Dean shut his car door. I looked around for a sign of some kind and nearly scoffed and laughed all at once. "Cosmic Bowling?"

Sam laughed and nodded, motioning towards the door. "Come on, how often have we done this?"

"Sam, I don't think I even know how to play bowling correctly." I think I had bowled twice in my life. One at a friend's birthday party when I was seven and I had to use the bumpers for the ball to even make it down the aisle and then once Sam, Dean and I had tried to play it outside during a family picnic. I think it had been in my backyard. We had used cans and old bottles for pins and an actual dodge ball for the game.

Sam nudged me and I giggled. "We'll take it easy on you bumper lady." I groaned and Sam smiled. "Loser of the first round buys the cheese fries."

I grinned, my stomach not being able to deny that. "Well, I have a feeling that's going to be me. How do you know they have cheese fries?"

Sam grinned as well and I heard Dean smirk behind me as we went inside. "Just call me psychic." I rolled my eyes but knew there must have been some type of advertisement in the magazine he had just gotten.

Sam held the door open for me and Dean and I went inside the small building. It was a dimply lit place and I saw sparkling lights in the ceiling along with those glow up stars and planets that you stick to the ceiling of a little boy's room. I'm guessing that's why they named the place cosmic bowling. There were at least ten lanes, each with a different color overhead light illumining up the aisle and for some reason I got extra excited and hoped we got one that was blue. I rolled my eyes as Dean and Sam approached the counter to get shoes; I think I was already enjoying this too much.

"Shoe size?" Dean asked me and his voice was just as gruff as it had been in the car. He was looking at my feet when he asked and I felt my stomach plummet in knowing he was still mad at me. It made me wonder why he was going along with this whole bowling thing. If he was really that mad and didn't want to be here he'd drag me and Sam right to the hospital like he wanted to. And Dean couldn't bowl either, so it really had me wondering.

"How long have you lived with me and you still don't know my show size?" I asked and he glared, his jaw jutting out ever so slightly as he rolled his eyes.

"I'm not sure." Dean replied with an edge.

I looked at the guy behind the counter and sighed. "Size eight please."

He nodded and reached under the counter, pulling the shoes out from their own cubby and handed them to me. He then got Sam and Dean's sizes as well, tallying up the price for one round of bowling. "That'll be thirty and your lane is #9."

I looked at the aisles and grabbed my shoes, seeing the empty one at the far end was ours. I restrained myself from squealing excitedly when I saw it was the lane I had wanted with the blue lights shining down on it. I took off from Sam and Dean to walk to our lane and sit at the table a few inches behind it and put my shoes on.

"Did you get score sheets?" I asked Sam as he sat next to me and untied his shoes.

He motioned up to a screen above our head. "It's all computerized. The guys at the counter typed our names in. Dean's up first, then you and then me. It'll keep score and let us know when our round is up."

I nodded, glancing at Dean sit down across from us. He sighed and rolled up his sleeves a little past his elbows and bent down to take his boots off. I let out a laugh as I looked at his and Sam's shoes. Since they're sizes were bigger they resembled something like clown shoes more than mine did.

"Something funny?" Dean asked but it sounded he was angry that I was laughing. I rolled my eyes as I tied my last shoe. I wasn't going to let him ruin the good mood I was in. He'd eventually get over his mood too so I just let him be the way he was being.

"Your shoes remind me of clown shoes."

I saw Sam stop in his tracks and shake his head. "Why did you have to mention anything?"

I saw Dean smile slightly but tried to hide it as he bent down to put one more shoe on and I openly giggled, putting my other shoes underneath the chair so no one would trip over them. Especially since I'd be the one to most likely do it.

"Take comfort in the fact that they didn't steal them from actual clowns, Sam." I said with a smile and stood, adjusting my sweatshirt and went to pick out a bowling ball to use. I picked up a ten and hurt my one finger and swore quietly, putting it back down. I think I was going to cheat a little and get a lighter ball. This wasn't weight lifting class; what were Dean and Sam possibly going to do about it? Plus, I sucked as it was. Any type of luck I could get I was going to use.

"Ready?" Sam asked and I nodded, putting the ball in the shoot that held all the other balls for our lane. After you bowled there was some type of machine that pushed your ball back to your lane. It was actually kind of fascinating…or maybe I was just easily amused. "Okay, Dean you're up." Sam said, pulling on the back of my arm to sit down and give Dean enough space.

I looked up at the screen and my mouth fell open as I saw the list of our names. "Hey! Why the hell is 'The Disposal' where my name supposed to be?"

Sam smirked and I heard Dean laugh and air fist as he headed towards the beginning of the lane to roll his turn. "Don't look at me." Sam said as I glared at him. "It was your boyfriends' idea."

I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest. "Oh, he's so gonna get his ass kicked."

Sam smirked. "Funny, that's the exact thing I told him."

Dean bowled his first turn, whistling madly as he got a strike. I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth; looks like I was the only one that was really going to suck at this.

I stood as ten points appeared under Dean's name in the first frame. He came back to the table with a small smile on his face. "Your turn, disposal."

"You're a jerk for doing that." I said and stuck my tongue out at him.

Dean just chuckled and sat in my seat. "Ever wonder why you deserved it, brat?"

I rolled my eyes and took my ball from the shoot, carefully putting my fingers in the designated holes. Okay, first step down. Only two more to go. Walk to the end of the lane and position myself and roll the ball. Shouldn't be that hard right? I watched Dean's turn and I had done this a long while ago. Should have been easy.

"Here's goes unbelievably nothing." I muttered, wailing back and rolling the ball. As soon as the ball left my hand I knew it was a gutter…and it was.

I ran my hands over my face as my stomach plummeted and heard snickering behind me. I tuned to the Winchesters, cheeks tinting pink. "You two laugh any more and I'll leave." I threatened, being totally serious. I hated that; I hated being laughed at for something I couldn't do right or hadn't learned to do right yet. I remembered these assholes doing the same thing when my dad had taught me how to shoot a gun and how to throw knives. It was a fucking laugh fest.

The laughter died off and I waited at the shoot for my ball to come back up from behind the lane. After a few moments it did and came rolling right towards me. I hesitated and looked at the untouched pins, re-organized from Dean's amazing strike.

I was about to back up and throw the ball like I had done, gutter or hitting pins be damned. I just wanted my turn to be over and the feeling that the Winchesters and everyone else in this damn place was looking at me like I was under a microscope to be gone. That's when I felt someone's arms on the backs of mine, slowing my actions.

"Want me to help?" It was Dean, always Dean. It amazed me that he could just pick and choose when to be angry with me and I just took it like it was all okay. But I didn't want to complain either; I didn't like him mad at me. I felt like crap inside when he was. Like something dark and sickening had uncurled in my stomach and refused to go away. Like I was sick. I nodded and I felt his arms encircle me, his hands holding my forearms. "Alright, you see those arrows on the ground?" I looked at the ground and saw silver arrows painted on the wooden ground. They were lined up sort of like the pins were.

"Yeah, what about them?"

"All you have to do is line up the ball with one of the arrows and pull back and let it go."

I scoffed. "Yeah, someone with a sense of aim. There's no way I'll be able to do that."

"I recommend you taking one of the inner arrows then, judging by your last roll." I groaned and felt him smirk. "But you'll be fine; I know you can do it. And if you can't…" Dean stepped back with a shrug and I suddenly felt horribly cold. "You'll be buying Sam and I cheese fries at the end of this game."

I took a breath and let it out slowly between my lips, looking at the arrows on the ground. I picked the one closest to the middle and wailed my arm back, letting loose the ball in that direction. To much of my surprise, it didn't go into the gutter or even near it. It hit straight into the pin closest to the front, knocking down eight pins.

I grinned and jumped excitedly and heard Sam whistle and clap. "I got it!" Okay, I was excited. I'm allowed to be that every so often, ya know. I turned and saw Dean grin at me and clapped slowly.

"Nice roll, babe. Must have had some good directions."

I smiled and did something resembling a small curtsey as Sam got up to take his turn. "Must have."

"Enough soap opera dramatics." Sam said as he passed us. "I'm about to beat you two."

Dean backed up and went to the seat Sam had been sitting in and I rolled my eyes. "Talk about dramatic." I wisecracked and I heard Sam chuckle.

I went to sit in the other seat when Dean grabbed my hand. "Hey." I looked at him expectantly and he smiled and right then I knew he was sorry. "I'm sorry…about the car thing."

I nodded. "It's okay. I can understand why you were worried. I'm sorry for being a bitch about it. I should never act that way when I know all you're trying to do is take care of me." I swallowed and ran a hand through his hair and then kissed his head. "It's not fair of me."

Dean nodded, apology apparently accepted as he pulled me to sit on his lap. I felt his nose dip onto the back of my neck, smelling my hair. He then tipped his nose up and I felt a small, soft kiss being planted just below my hairline. I felt his lips graze down my neck and hit the chain that was holding my pendant.

I watched Sam get a spare and he shook his head, sitting back down next to us.

"Uh Sam?" Sam shook his head, looking at Dean and I felt like he knew what was coming. "Strike is greater than a spare right?"

Sam's smile was sarcastic as he shook his head. "Shut up, jerk."

Dean chuckled, pushing me to a stand and kissed the side of my head as he went to take his turn. "Just wanted to make sure that was your so called plan to 'beat us', bitch."

"Well, I'm sure he's still probably going to beat me." I said and Sam smiled at me.

"Who knows, still have nine frames left. You may just beat us."

I giggled as Dean did something compared to another air fist as he got eight pins down. "Yeah, but I doubt it."

O0o0o0o0o0

After the nine frames I still sucked even though Sam and Dean had been giving me pointers every so often to help me improve a little. But surprisingly, I had somehow managed to beat Dean by five points. Sam won overall but I was entirely thrilled I got second and didn't have to buy the cheese fries. As usual, we didn't use money but a credit card. But it was the principle of not having to buy them that I was getting the thrill out of.

"You only got that chance to beat me because I showed you how to do it." Dean complained as I hooked my arm around his and smiled.

"Well, I took that chance and beat you by five points." I said, somewhat smugly. What other chance was I going to get about being smug over something like this? "Get over it."

"I'll grab the table." Sam said and I nodded, giving him a smile as Dean and I went to stand in line to get the food.

"I swear you cheated." Dean said suddenly and I rolled my eyes. "I swear! You had eighty points when I went off to go the bathroom and when I came back and you had ninety five."

"I did not!" Seriously, I didn't cheat at all. I wouldn't be gloating about this whole winning thing if I would have. "My points stayed the same, stop being a..."

"You call me a drama queen one more time and you're not getting fries." Dean replied seriously and I smiled playfully, pretending to zip my mouth closed.

Dean secured an arm around my waist as the line died down and we made it to the counter to order our food.

"What will you have?" A perky blonde asked; her boobs as fake as her voice.

"Three orders of cheese fries please." Dean ordered, scrunching his eyes at the menu. He then took out his wallet as the bimbo punched in our orders.

"Do you wear contacts?" The blonde asked Dean and Dean looked at her confused.

"Excuse me?"

She leaned over the counter but then the register beeped and she leaned back to press a button. "That'll be eleven dollars." Dean handed her the money and pocketed his wallet. She leaned over the counter again, and I rolled my eyes as her cleavage became a full view. "I just mean that your eyes are really pretty. It'd be a shame if your contacts were colored."

Dean shook his head and smiled politely. "I don't wear contacts."

"Wow, you could be, like some type of Hollywood actor. Anyone ever tell you that?" She asked and I scoffed. "You got the smile for it."

How low do you possibly need to get? Like seriously? Dean's arm was wrapped around my waist for Christ's sake. You think because your boobs are enhanced and because you have blonde hair and a fake perky voice that he's all of a sudden gonna drop his pants right there and then? Think again Bimbo. But before I could do anything, that'd probably embarrass Dean but prove my point, Dean did something instead.

"Ya know, that's what my girlfriend has been telling me these past few days. But, I mean," He put an open hand on my stomach. "With a baby on the way we can't just drop our plans and head to Hollywood." Dean was smiling all the way and the girl just nodded, backing up off the counter and seeming to have the overwhelming need to button her short.

"I'm just going to…check on your food." She said somewhat embarrassingly and left to head into the kitchen.

I smirked and shook my head. "Good for you Dean, because I was about to take one of the ketchup bottles and shove it where the sun don't shine."

Dean shook his head, smiling. He leaned over and kissed my head. "What am I going to do with you, baby?"

I smiled. "I don't know. I let you have your way with me once before and I ended up getting a baby bump."

Dean laughed and then leaned down to kiss me on the lips. "How come you never tell me my eyes are pretty or I could be an actor?" He suddenly pouted, reminding me of a kid who wanted candy before dinner.

I smiled, pulling back and giving him a big kiss on the mouth while my hands traveled elsewhere. "Because I have more creative ways…to get into your pants…"

Dean laughed and pushed himself against me, putting his arms around my waist. "Valid point…you'll have to prove that when we get back to the motel room."

I laughed, seeing the blonde come back out of the kitchen as Dean leaned down to kiss my neck. I was glad she saw, even though she scowled at us. Whatever. She'd have something tonight with her job on the counter. I had Dean tonight and that's all I was worried about.

O0o0o0o0o0

I yawned, piling into the back of the Impala as Dean held the door open. It was nearing eleven and we had played another round of bowling, Dean totally kicking Sam and my ass that time. I was surprised the employees had even let us stay and play that long, since they were supposed to be closing at ten. I think by the seventh frame everyone was a bit entertained with watching us. Dean was cheering and Sam was clapping every time I went, trying to distract me and then Sam and I would do the same when it was Dean's turn and so on. It got loud and everyone was watching us with smirks and entertained glances. Except for the blonde of course, who was glaring. But I didn't really give a shit what she was doing.

"Is anyone else tired?" I asked. "Or is it just me?"

Dean reached over the driver's seat and grabbed his leather jacket where I had left it and placed it over my shoulders as I laid down. "Yeah, I'm tired…but that's just from kicking your guy's asses in the last round of bowling." A round of 'Shut up, Dean' came from Sam and I and Dean just chuckled. "There's no need to be sore losers."

"Sore losers?" I asked with a scoff. "Please, you accused me of cheating when you went to the bathroom."

Dean gently pinched my ass and closed the door, then got in the drivers seat. "You did cheat." Dean responded and started the car as I heard Sam's car door close. I rolled my eyes refusing to fight on the matter. I was too tired to argue over something like that. Besides I knew Dean was just playing and pulling on my strings anyways.

"Are we heading back to the motel?" I asked with another yawn, pulling Dean's jacket farther up my shoulder.

"Why? Aren't you in the mood for some bar dancing and horrible karaoke songs?" Dean asked and Sam snorted.

I rolled my eyes. "No. I'd rather sleep thanks. Especially since if we head to a bar you're the only one who's going to get plastered, since your drinking buddy is gone."

"Yeah, I miss her." Dean said, suddenly nostalgic. "What was her name?"

I hit the back of his seat with my knees and Dean laughed and adjusted himself in the seat. When we stopped at a red light I felt him reach back and ruffle my hair and I couldn't help but smile. "Oh, yeah, how could I forget…" He said with a grin and trailed off.

I giggled, which sounded more tired than me trying to laugh at anything. "Damn straight."

"Alright, we'll head back." Dean said and I felt the car jerk as I'm guessing the red light turned green. He sounded disappointed and I frowned.

"Unless, I'm somehow ruining something else you want to do. But I'm wiped; I think you might have to carry me into the motel room." I chuckled as Dean groaned.

Dean cleared his throat and I turned over on the back seat, getting into a more comfortable position. "Hey, Sam, that case begins tomorrow night right?"

I think Sam nodded. "Yeah, I couldn't find anything on Molly's bones. So I don't know if there's a place to salt and burn."

"We could ask her husband." I replied sleepily.

"Or we could research at the library." Dean replied. "I'm sure there's something there. There's no need to bother the guy anyways. Besides, we'd have to do it tomorrow morning and I'd rather head to bed with some actual information under our belt."

"Is there a library open near here?" Sam asked.

"Shouldn't you know?" Dean wisecracked. "I always figured you had, like, a natural born radar for things like that."

Sam smirked. "Bite me, Dean."

"No thanks," Dean responded and then sighed. "Let's stop and see."

O0o0o0o0o

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew Sam and Dean were trying to both pull me out of the car.

"Get her shoulders…her shoulders Sam not her chest…" Dean bitched and I heard Sam chuckle.

"It was an accident. We're moving her every which way here Dean."

"I can move, you know." I muttered, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. "Not handicapped here." I heard Dean chuckle and I shuffled towards him. He picked me up in his arms and Sam got the doors. "What time is it? Did we make it to the library?" I rubbed my face against Dean's button downed shoulder.

"Get my jacket Sam?" Dean asked, shifting me in his arms. "And it's…?"

"Nearing one." Sam answered. "Library was open, surprisingly."

"Yeah, and here I thought the whole 24 hour thing was only for mini marts and fast food restaurants." Dean said with a chuckle and I rolled my eyes.

"So what'd you find out?"

"Molly was cremated, so, so much for salting and burning her bones."

"Then what's keeping her haunting the road?" I asked and I felt Dean shrug his one shoulder.

"Good question. Found out where her husband lives too. He has a wife and a kid."

I heard Sam unlock the door and Dean kissed my head. "Hey, babe, I'm gonna have to put you down okay?"

I nodded and he gently put my feet on the ground. He waited until I was balanced and smiled, kissing my forehead. I looked at the small motel room with the two beds. The walls were a bright blue and when Sam turned one of the bedside lights on I saw there were little speckled stars around the top and bottom of the walls. The theme must have been stars because I saw the same little speckled stars on the bed sheets and on the lamp shade.

"Cute," I commented, sprawling out on one of the beds. "I feel like we're in a four year old boy's room."

Dean chuckled, I guess upon seeing me lay down. "Well, I guess I know what bed I'm sleeping in."

I sat up and saw there was no nightstand between the beds. "Can we push the beds together again?" I asked quietly and the Winchesters looked at each other and nodded.

"Yeah, sure." Sam said gently and ruffled my hair.

I smiled and got off the bed and watched Sam and Dean push the beds together. "Thanks, guys."

Dean and Sam nodded. "You gonna sleep in that?" Dean asked, smiling and tugging the end of my sweatshirt. I shook my head no and rubbed my eyes.

"Actually, yeah, I might." I said sleepily, changing my mind.

"You're gonna be uncomfortable in jeans." Dean commented and took out a pair of his boxers for me to put on as Sam went into the bathroom to change.

I sat on the bed and shrugged. "I don't care."

"Until you wake up in the most uncomfortable position with them on." Dean quickly changed into his sweatpants and light blue t-shirt and ran a hand through his hair. He kneeled in front of me and put both his hands on my thighs. "I think this is just a clever ploy for me to do it for you…"

I grinned. "Well, I'm not denying that."

Dean smiled and ran his hands up and down my thighs as he leaned up to place a gentle kiss on my lips. I snaked my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him towards me. He complied, basically laying overtop of me as I kissed him. His tongue prowled my mouth and it was the most amazing feeling to have his chest against mine like that. It was like a mountain of warm towels.

"Okay, okay," Sam commented, covering his eyes as the bathroom door opened. Dean and I turned to look at him, a little bit embarrassed. Still, I was smiling all the way. "If you two keep doing that I'm sleeping in the tub."

Dean rolled over off me and I chuckled, stretching out. "Sorry, Sammy."

"You better not; we just pushed those two goddamn beds together." Dean threatened and I looked at my hands playing with the button of my jeans.

"Yeah, sorry guys. I just…I feel much safer knowing you two are right there. Especially with what happened today."

Dean turned over on his side, kissing my head. "It's okay."

Sam nodded and I could see him get the salt out of the duffels to put around the doors and windows. "Yeah, we understand."

I nodded and got up to change into those boxers Dean wanted me to put on. I changed in the bathroom and when I came back out everything was salted and Sam had turned the TV on as both laid out in the beds. I smiled and jumped on the bed and went in the middle, snuggling between them.

I yawned as Dean pulled the covers up over me. "Thanks for the amazing day guys. I love you two."

Sam smiled and Dean snuggled down with me, throwing an arm over my waist. "Yeah, we love you too."

"Yeah, otherwise we'd be making you pay us back for all the food we bought you."

I kicked Sam in the leg and he let out a laugh, changing the channel on the TV. The sounds of the movie National Treasure put me to sleep.

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I think the Winchesters and I broke the record of sleeping in. The latest we had ever slept in was, I think ten. Well, ladies and gents, we broke it. I woke up around twelve, the Winchesters still asleep on both if my sides. Sam was asleep on his back, near the same position he had fell asleep in and Dean's body had been gently curled around my own. I decided that I should get up and make pancakes for them, to thank them for making yesterday such an awesome day. The rest of the day was pretty much as relaxed as yesterdays except that we stayed inside. We watched a few movies and then when it started to get dark we talked about our plan for the spooks. The most laid out plan was basically try and figure out why Molly's spirit wasn't at rest and help her out. We already knew that Greeley's bones were somewhere in those woods. So it was a spooky scavenger hunt. And we only had tonight, any later and we'd have to wait a whole nother fifteen years.

"How far away are we from Highway 41?" I asked, slipping a sweater overtop of my light blue t-shirt.

"A few miles, give or take twenty minutes." I nodded and Dean watched me get dressed as Sam came out of the bathroom. "We're gonna be in the woods tonight, you should put on your boots and heavier jacket. We don't need you getting sick again."

I sighed and looked for my boots around the assortment of shoes. "I hate winter."

I felt Dean come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist. "Yeah, I know you do. When this case is over we'll come back and get a shower." He kissed my head. "Okay?"

I turned around and smiled, kissing his cheek. "Okay."

"You guys ready?" Sam asked and Dean and I nodded.

It was off to Highway 41; I missed relaxing already.

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"Is she going to appear or…are we gonna have to go and find her?" I asked as we passed the sign for Highway 41.

Dean shrugged. "I don't know."

"She should appear, I think. She is kind of like a phantom hitchhiker." Sam said thoughtfully. "She should come to us."

I rubbed my hands together, enjoying the heat of the car. "I really don't want to get out of…" I looked towards the windshield, which Dean wasn't looking through because he was looking at me for a moment. A woman ran out on front of the car, but I wasn't sure if it was Molly or not. I didn't really try and remember what her picture had looked like. I screamed Dean's name and he looked towards the road, swearing as he rushed to brake the car.

The car lurched to a stop, just inches away from the woman and I let out a relieved breath. "Dear God…"

Dean looked at both Sam and I. "Everyone okay?"

I nodded. "Yeah…you'd think with the number of times this car has been totaled or pit stopped I'd learn to put a seatbelt on."

Dean scrunched his eyebrows and shrugged as the woman, who was definitely Molly, started screaming for our help. "I'm an excellent driver." Dean argued and I rolled my eyes.

"Please," she pounded on Sam's window, wanting him to lower it. "You've got to help me!"

Sam looked at us confused for a moment. "Guys, I don't think she knows she's dead."

I sat back in the seat as Sam rolled down the window. Well, that was new.

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