i'm sorry this took so long. writers block was hard this time D:
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Chapter 46: Heart Part 1
"Babe, come on, you gotta wake up okay?"
I stirred to Dean's voice again and then turned back over in bed, bringing the covers over my face and burying my head in Dean's pillow. It was tainted with cinnamon and whatever shampoo he was using this week and I took a deep breath and let it out slowly; the combination of smells lulling me back to sleep.
I felt weight on the bed near my thighs and I heard Dean sigh. Yeah, he tried waking me up like three times but today I was just not finding the energy to get up out of the warm bed. Besides I knew what the hell he was bothering me for and I knew how early it was without looking at a clock. My body ached, I guess from the hunt the other night, and I was in serious need of some type of caffeine. I felt and probably was a little bit gross. I needed a shower. But I could smell Dean's body wash a mile away and knew as soon as he sat down on the bed that he had already had one; making the shower sound a whole lot less appealing.
"No, leave me alone." I growled, shoving my head under the pillow.
"There's no need to be grouchy." Dean countered but his voice didn't seem to follow what he said. He sounded grouchy and the slightest bit irritated. But then again, wasn't I irritated too? He was waking me up at some God awful hour to head over to the doctors for my appointment. Yeah, you heard right. Dean was trying to wake me up to head to hospital. It'd take a lot more to get me out of this friggin bed.
"It's like eight in the morning. Don't tell me how to act." I argued and then I felt kind of bad I was being such a jerk to him. But he knew how much I hated hospitals and the combination of that and waking me up early was not going to help him. He must have known that.
I felt Dean's arm hoist itself underneath my waist and before I could squirm free he lifted me back against his chest. It was a poor attempt at trying to get me to get up. Although, it did cause me to shiver from the cold air of the room hitting my arms and caused goose bumps. I turned and quickly buried myself in Dean's chest, like his heat somehow depended on my survival. Whether he was entertained or annoyed I didn't know. But I knew I could feel a smile on his face as I curled my arms up against him and huddled my face into the crook of his arm. I then felt his arms encircle me and pull me tightly against him. I smiled and nuzzled his t-shirted arm. I won that round, Winchester.
I felt his nose dip into my hair and his hot breath against my skin. "Why do you have to be cute like that?"
I smiled. "It makes things easier to get away with."
Dean chuckled. "Well, unfortunately for you, you're not getting away with anything. You still have to get up and get a shower, eat something and get ready for the hospital."
"Hmm…" I mused. "Fifteen hours waiting for a simple blood pressure test. I can't wait." I tightened my arms around his waist for a moment. "I hate hospitals."
Dean sighed, his chest pushing into mine. "I know you do. But Sam doesn't have X-ray vision."
I smirked. "It's a sonogram, you dork."
I could literally feel him roll his eyes. "Whatever, the point is it's the beginning of your third month, you have to go. If you would have gone after the whole possessed employee mishap…" Dean trailed off and I made something of a growling noise which only made him smirk.
"I was not going to a hospital on my relaxation day, Dean."
"Well, today's not your relaxation day. So come on…how bout a shower? I can start it for you if you promise to get up."
I shrugged. "I can tell from the cinnamon body wash filling the room that you've already had your shower. Color me not interested."
"What ever did you do before you took showers with me?" He quipped and I smirked into his shoulder as I shifted my face.
"I didn't take them…obviously. Or if I was really desperate I found some random men to take into the shower with me."
I felt Dean's hands come up around my waist and poke a few ticklish places, making me jerk back with giggles. "You better be joking, Core."
"Right," I swatted his hands away, rubbing my eyes before I slowly opened them. "Like you've never invited random women in the shower before."
Dean shook his head. "I haven't." He said simply. "You're the only girl who's had the pleasure."
For some reason that made me smile goofily and Dean grinned off it, making my stomach erupt into butterflies. "Oh, it's a pleasure now is it?"
Dean leaned foreword and brushed his lips against my own, making my stomach plummet all the way down to the beginning of my thighs. "You're a damn pleasure…"
I shook my head, pushing on his chest till he was an inch away from me. Damn, that was all I could muster. "You're really trying to cheat, aren't you?"
Dean smiled and shrugged his one shoulder. "You can't tell me it wasn't working."
I pushed him back and crawled out of bed, pulling my hair out of the braid and putting my hair behind my ears. I turned back to look at him as I got to the bathroom door and stuck my tongue out at him. "It wasn't."
Although the butterflies shooting rounds in my stomach and the heat pushing itself through every little vein in my body said a whole lot different. I turned away and headed into the bathroom, letting out a deep breath to calm myself hoping Dean didn't notice. I heard him come into the bathroom and gently shut the door.
"Where's Sam?" I asked, turning on the shower. I swore when the water spit out cold and I knew it'd be one of those times when it took nearly a damn hour for it to heat up.
I turned around to see Dean leaning against the door, fixing the sleeves on his button down. He had a nice dark blue button down on which I swear I hadn't seen before. A grey undershirt, which you could tell was radiating with heat from his skin, was underneath that. I wanted to run my hands over the skin; it was like a wave of overwhelming need. He had no shoes on, just his dark blue socks underneath the light blue jeans he had on. Those jeans hugged his body perfectly. They hung just below the sides of his pelvic bone and I knew, even though I couldn't see it at the moment, that his boxers were briefing the surface. I gently begin to untie my pajama pants, a small idea forming in my head. He'd done enough teasing. It was my turn and I was so immensely certain I would win. And why was that? Sure, he was Dean Winchester and sex somehow made its way as his middle name. But sex didn't always pertain to what he was made of. Sometimes Dean couldn't deny the simple pleasures right in front of him. That's why I was going to win.
"He's…" Dean looked up at me and I saw his eyes gently trace my hands and what they were doing. At the moment I was playing with the hem of my pants. "He's at a restaurant getting you breakfast before we head out."
"I want pancakes." I said simply and started taking my shirt off. I gently grabbed the ends of it and slowly lifted it off my head, knowing full well Dean's eyes were what was on underneath.
He smirked. "I told him that." I didn't need to be smack up against him to know that something was swelling within him. He couldn't even break eye contact off of what I was doing. If someone yelled his name or fire for Christ's sake he wouldn't have moved. I smiled gently and he shook his head slowly. "Bright blue lace? My second favorite."
I put the shirt down on the sink. "What lace isn't your favorite?"
Dean smiled. "True."
I rubbed my fingers along the dark circles under my eyes as I looked at myself in the mirror. Man, I usually didn't complain about my looks or anything or wasn't a hound for makeup. But something to cover up those circles would be nice. It looked like I just got out of the ring with a boxer. Eh, maybe a shower would help color my skin a little and it wouldn't look so bad.
Dean came up behind me and slid his arms around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder and I felt his hands hang down below right in front of the drawstring on the pants. "What are you going to do about these pants?" He asked slowly; the water was slowly starting to turn hot just like his voice.
I turned my head so his nose was gently pushing into my cheek. "What would you like me to do about them?"
He ran his tongue over his lips as his hands pushed into my pants, grabbing the hem to pull them down. I stopped his hands before they got too far and turned around. I pushed him back against one of the walls and played with his belt buckle.
"Are you sure you got a shower?" I asked and toyed with the belt a little more, slowly unbuckling it as he slipped the long sleeved tee off his shoulders.
"Actually…now that I think about it the more unsure I am."
I smiled and slipped his belt off. "Good answer."
Dean bit his lower lip as I unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down past his grey boxers. They hit the floor with a gentle thump and I ran my hands up and down his muscular legs. His happy trail was speckled just above his boxers and for some reason the skin around there was driving me absolutely crazy. I pushed on his pelvis, connecting him with the wall again and dragged my lips across his skin making him hiss in pleasure. I stuck out my tongue and trailed along where the boxers met his skin and my hands were gently slipping themselves up along his thighs and past the material. In one smooth motion I pulled the boxers down, exposing hot and hard skin. He was closing his eyes and leaning his head up against the wall and I ran my hands up and under his grey t-shirt to graze my skin over his muscles.
"You're not skipping that appointment Andy; I don't care what you…God…" He suddenly groaned and I smiled as I pushed my thumbs on the exact same spot that made him whimper like that. His noises and groans always drove my body wild. "Do that again…" He panted.
"Do what again?" I asked innocently.
"Push your thumb under…" He broke off, a fit of moans escaping him as I did what I was told.
I grinned. "Well, well, looks like we have something that resembles a pressure point, Dean."
"I don't think it's a resemblance…" I guess he was right; it damn near was a pressure point. Every time I brought my thumb to that spot or even grazed over it his member shuddered and Dean let loose moans. I had to be careful of that one spot. If I hit it too fast and too much he'd be done and I wouldn't have gotten anywhere.
I spent at least five minutes gently working him up, only hitting that spot when he whined for it. But finally he was to that point where if I hit it again he'd lose it. So what I did was something that could only be described as bold. I went in close to his skin and instead of touching it with my hands, I blew on it. My hot breath tickled the area around his rounded heat and he clenched his hands. I blew just hard enough to irritate the area and build up his orgasm like a roaring freight train. But I stopped in my tracks and stood; Dean looking at me confused and was that irritation?
I smiled at him, taking my sweats off and placing them on the sink with my shirt. "Consider yourself teased, Dean Winchester."
He shook his head. "You're going to pay for that, Core."
I thought he was angry for a moment but there was a firm grin on his face as he rushed for me. I squealed but had no intent on running away from him. He picked me up in one rushing moment and I hooked my legs around his waist. Before he even knew what he was doing his lips crashed down on mine and I nearly moaned at the missing contact. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and swirled it around, picking up hints of every taste in his mouth. On the inside of his cheeks was something that resembled icing but on his tongue it tasted like apples. His hardness was pushing against my panties and I growled, annoyed I hadn't taken my underwear off yet.
"Don't growl at me." He panted and I smirked. My face drooped and my eyes closed as he dipped his hands into my underwear. "If you hadn't been so busy teasing me these things would be off already." He pointed out.
I let out a giggle that was more over the reacting of the butterflies in my stomach than what he had said. "I like teasing you Winchester; you make the best facial expressions."
He curled his fingers against my moist heat as his other hand pulled down my underwear and I knew my face had contorted into something between blind passion and lust. "Yours aren't too bad either." He commented with a grin and pushed his lips against my own again.
I ran my hands through his hair as I felt him move towards the tub. He gently put me down in the hot water and let out a chuckle against my lips as he pulled back. "I think we're forgetting a very important detail of a shower." He said and pointed to my bra and his own t-shirt.
"Oh, right…I'll get yours…" I said with a grin and slipped my hands up and under his shirt and he reached his arms around my back and unhooked my bra, placing a gentle kiss on my nose.
I tore his shirt off and he stepped in the shower and closed the curtain. "Have you learned a very valuable lesson today?" I asked him with a smile as he turned the shower head on. The pipes moaned and spit out a few sprays of hot water before the stream became constant.
"Never get a shower by myself?" He asked and I giggled and nodded.
"Yeah, what kind of shower would that be?" I quipped.
He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. I kissed his chest as water poured down and it trickled into my mouth. Waves of cinnamon poured into my mouth as it washed off his skin and I felt like swallowing it like it was some type of sweet alcoholic drink.
"A very boring and dull one apparently."
He switched places with me, setting me under the stream. He ran his hands through my hair and placed it all behind my shoulders; leaning down to place kisses there. As he trailed his hands gently along my breasts, I guess remembering from the last time that they were tender; I pushed my body against his and captured his lips between my own. His one hand laced itself between my strands of hair and he gently cusped the back of my head while the other traced lines down my back. His fingers gently pushed into my skin and tread lower and lower with each kiss on my mouth.
The heat from the shower was making me feel like I was in a sweat box, even though the water was pushing washing my sweat away. If we would have been using cold water it still would have felt hot.
"We gonna do this?" Dean asked quietly.
I smiled. "Well, I think the nurse will probably ask the last time I had sex. Why not tell her right before I got there?" Dean chuckled and placed a small kiss on my lips again. He then pulled back and glanced around the shower tub for a moment. "What are you doing?" I asked, my hands gently pinching his ass.
"I'm surveying the tub."
"Uh…huh…" I let out a giggle at the innocent face he had. Not to mention his hair was adorable. It was droopy and the regular small spikes were all messy on his head. I ran my hands through his hair and he smiled softly at the touch as he continued to look at the tub. "I think the shower sex has gotten to your head…maybe we should stop doing it."
Dean glared and then pointed at me. "Stop talking nonsense. I'm just surveying a new position."
"And…that would be?"
Dean grinned and grabbed my waist, moving me away from the stream of water. He motioned to the end of the tub. "Lie down."
I looked at the tub and then at him. "Are you serious?"
He poked my side and I giggled. He smiled and then kissed my nose. "Do I joke when it comes to fun positions?"
I rolled my eyes and sat down. I stretched my legs to come between his own and laid down in the tub. Luckily this wasn't a small tub because I had an idea what Dean wanted to do and it wouldn't have worked if this tub hadn't been slightly larger. It somehow made me think that he had this crazy idea when we rented the room.
He kneeled down near the sides of my legs, gently brushing them apart. I sighed as I felt some of the water ricochet off his back and hit my breasts and smoldering skin. Then I felt his fingers. They had been pruned from the all this time in the water and they felt soft and rugged all at the same time traveling along my thighs. Then he reached my center, the parts of folding skin that made me want to gasp and grab at him. He toyed with sensitive nubs and played with gentle hairs gathering there. He shifted forward and put an arm underneath my back to bring me towards him. His rounded heat connected with mine in a single throbbing second. But the second didn't feel like a second at all. It felt like one exploding moment. Why did everything not seem enough with him? One touch wasn't enough and there wasn't enough time in the world just set aside for us.
"You okay?" He asked me as he slid himself gently in. He had the willpower, I gave him that.
Not many men would give a damn if their partner was okay when lust was involved. But I knew Dean was different. I knew that from the moment he gave me that coin for my birthday. Hell, I knew even before then. When he lent me his coloring books and pushed me on a swing in a park. When he took care of bullies for me and comforted me when popular girls made fun of my family. I knew even then.
I nodded and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. "I'm fine Dean, just…move…"
He gently started to rock on his knees. It was a difficult position but Dean seemed to be mastering it pretty well. I think he was too worried about the task at hand to be uncomfortable. I curled my legs around his waist as his movements quickened and I felt the energy burn within me like a forest fire.
At the last moment, my facial expressions must have given it away, he pulled me towards his shoulder and I crashed against him, screaming against his skin. His skin muffled most of it and I felt the need to bite him just to contain myself. Although the minute I was done he had to pull out; heat and desire catching up to him I guess. His own orgasm exploded from him, his own moans coming deep within his throat. I pushed my lips on his as he finished and I could feel his seeded heat hit against my stomach.
I breathed heavily, trying to get my lungs to catch up with my body which was on fast foreword. He smiled at me as I pulled back and he gently kissed my lips.
"Oh, and…Dean?"
"Yeah?"
"You totally lost the bet."
Dean smirked. "Yeah, I know. I totally missed kissing you by the way."
I smiled. "You're not getting out of what I want you to do."
"Will fluffy handcuffs be involved?"
I let loose a giggle and he chuckled, pulling me close to him. Even the idea of the hospital wasn't ruining this moment for me.
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I looked out of the car window as we pulled into the parking lot of the Hospital. I grimaced as I saw an ambulance unload two people attached to gurneys and a very distressed woman in a minivan pull in after. She rushed out of the car, not bothering to close the door or get her keys. It looked like two boys being taken into the emergency doors from out of the ambulance and my bet was either a rowdy football game or some type of car accident. But seeing as how the van was intact and the van gave the whole 'soccer mom' vibe I was willing to bet it was a sports related type of injury.
The other side of the hospital, the 'normal-check-in-I-might-be-dead-before-I-finally-get-waited-on' side was free of people. A few old people in wheelchairs and some nurses that were smoking but other than that it didn't look too bad. Although I highly knew that that was unlikely inside. It was probably filled to the brim with people with all type of problems in the waiting room. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. I hated this place.
"Please tell me, why am I here again?" I asked Sam and Dean and I heard Dean chuckle.
"Because you're pregnant."
Sam smirked. "I thought you knew this by now. You'd think with how many times you repeat shower performances you'd remember."
I heard sirens approach the hospital and I groaned, slinking down in the seat. "I am not getting out of this car."
I heard both Impala doors open and close and then felt the one closest to me open again. Then I was being pulled from the car. This is how the hospital visits usually went. I sat in the car, pouted on the way here, usually cried and complain when waiting became a punishment and sometimes even fell asleep on Dean in the waiting room. But before that, I had to be literally dragged from the car because who in their right mind would walk in there on purpose?
I groaned and looked up at the tall building as Dean shut the car door. "I really don't think I need to be here."
Sam came up on one side of me and Dean was on the other, like if I decided to bolt one of them would definitely have control of the situation. Damn them for knowing me so well.
Dean grabbed my hand and gently kissed it. "Right, I must have been confusing your pregnancy with Sam's M-preg moment or something."
"Have you been watching Opera again?" I asked and Sam nearly burst out laughing.
"You watch Opera?"
Dean looked highly embarrassed. His cheeks were as pink as a damn flamingo. "No…" And then Sam and I both started laughing. "It was just once!"
"Actually I think this is like the fourth time Dean." I teased.
Dean glared at me and I smiled as he placed a hand over my mouth and hooked his other arm around my waist, pulling me close to him for a moment. We walked very slowly to the automatic doors, on account I kept stopping for stupid things. I tied my shoe I think twice and went to pick up a quarter. Then Dean mentioned if I stopped one more goddamn time he was picking me up and carrying me.
"Alright," Sam said glancing at the waiting room and spotting three chairs. "I'll get us seats if you want to check us in."
Dean nodded and squeezed my hand. "You wanna sit or come with me?"
"I'll come with you." I answered quietly, the smell of disinfectant, old and sick people, and elastic gloves burning my nose. It made me want to gag and I think it nearly did because sick tears were dipping my lower lashes for a moment as Dean pulled me over to the check in counter.
As the young girl nosily typed on her keyboard I glanced around the small room. The carpet resembled dirt and the walls were sickly peach looking with paintings no museum or person wanted to see. They were dull and it was something you put on your wall, looked at twice and never gave it a thought again. That was a type of art you put in fast food restaurants and hospitals. The waiting area was far enough away from the check in desk that the nurses and receptionist couldn't be bothered but close enough that they knew that people were here and needed waited on.
"Can I help you?" The girl asked us and Dean nodded, giving my hand another squeeze.
"My wife Andy Shipps is here for her three month pregnancy appointment." Dean answered smoothly and the girl scrunched her eyes at the computer and nodded, clicking the mouse.
"Your appointment was for 10:30?" Dean nodded. "And do you have regular doctor?"
"No, we move around a lot."
She nodded and she seemed a bit annoyed by that answer or maybe it was her computer. I couldn't tell which and I sure as hell didn't give a damn what she thought. "Okay, and insurance?"
Dean nodded, taking out his wallet and handing her the fake card. She examined it for a moment and then looked at Dean. She nodded and typed a few more things on her computer. I glanced over at Sam and saw him pick up a medical magazine. He shifted awkwardly as an attractive woman sat on another side of him, smiling warmly. He smiled back and adjusted his sitting position again and then glanced at us to see if we were coming yet. I smiled slightly at him and he smiled back.
"The wait will probably be around twenty minutes to a half an hour." I groaned and she smiled, I swear out of spite. "Here you are Mr. Shipps." She said and handed him the card back. He politely thanked her and pocketed his card as we made our way to the seats Sam had saved for us.
I swallowed and sat down in the cold pink chair, the cushion for some reason digging uncomfortably into my back. I glanced around at the people in the chairs and tried not staring at random people to take my mind off where I was. I really, really, really hated hospitals. And sometimes I just hated them for no reason other than to acknowledge the fact that I hated them. Like I hated these chairs and the vicinity to the receptionist. I hated the bathrooms and how they smelled like pine sol and urine. I hated doctors and how they found small little details to lie to you about. Actually, I swear everyone that worked in the hospital found some way to lie to you. Like how I knew that that 'twenty minutes/half an hour' was really an hour or two to wait. Hell, the janitor that worked here probably lied about cleaning the bathrooms for Christ's sake.
I knew I was overreacting and that hospitals weren't as bad as I thought but all I had in hospitals was bad memories. Of my mom especially but even from John dying and things like coming here when I needed stitches and when my nightmares tried to kill me. Nothing good ever happened here and I think I just had this voice in the back of my head thinking that something bad would happen to my baby too.
I felt Dean slide his chair closer to mine and slip and arm around my shoulder. He drew me close and I laid my head against his chest, the cinnamon scent from him calming me. His lips rested against my head and I heard him place a kiss in my hair.
"You okay, babe?"
I nodded and slipped my arm around his waist, holding onto the fabric of his shirt. Actually, now that I thought about it my stomach was upset and I was feeling some really tight cramping in my lower belly. But I pushed it off from being uneasy about where I was. Which was perfectly explainable. I always felt like this when I was I in a hospital too long.
We sat like that for over two hours and I felt really horrible that ever month the Winchesters had to do this with me. I mean, I brought that up the first two times and of course they brushed it off as me being ridiculous. They said they wanted and needed to be here but I wasn't really sure which word was more correct. I didn't want to be a total sap in saying that I needed, rather than wanted, them to be here with me. The fact I was going through this whole baby thing without a mother figure was stressful enough, not to mention the whole hospital thing in general. I was so lucky to have them. I'd be freaking out without them.
"I'm sorry." I said and then realized how vague it was.
Sam and Dean both turned to me looking confused but it was Sam who asked the question first. And his voice was so gentle I almost cried. "For what, Andy?"
"For making you guys sit here and wait in this godforsaken little waiting room with these creepy, old, sick people." A woman turned and glared at me and I gave her something resembling bug eyes and she turned in a huff, minding her own business again. Whatever, like an old lady with an annoying glare was really going to convince me to be quiet.
Dean chuckled and ran a hand through my hair. "It's fine. If we really had a problem we would tell you."
"And then go sit out in the Impala." Sam added, making me smile. "Okay?"
I nodded and smiled at them both. "Okay." I repeated as a girl around my age approached us. She was my height with long red, curly hair. She had freckles decorating her high cheek bones and my eyes drifted along her name tag. She was thin and the nurse scrubs seemed to be unfitting for her. She seemed like she belonged in smaller clothes than those. She had on bright white sneakers and it made me wonder if they were new.
She had a bright, kind smile when she greeted us. "Andy…" She looked at her chart. "Shipps?" I nodded and we all stood. "Hi, I'm Abby; I'll be doing your tests today."
"Can they come with us?" I asked, motioning to Dean and Sam.
"Family?" She asked and I nodded and she shrugged.
"It's okay with me if it's okay with you." She answered and I nodded almost instantly, making her smile. She eyed Sam for a moment and I could tell she was picturing him naked and it suddenly dawned on me why it was alright for them to come with me. "Alright then, follow me. We're gonna head over to Exam room 6."
As we walked she apologized many times for the long wait. Something to do with patient charts being backed up and how there weren't many nurses on staff today. I almost rolled my eyes. Go figure. It was like the hospital was trying to make me wait here as long as possible.
As we made it farther back into the hospital, passing the exam rooms, it got more and more crowded with people. Running doctors and nurses, gurneys in the middle of the hallways with people laying on them; some of them were screaming about getting waited on. This was all too much like ER to me and I really just wanted to be on some type of annoying case rather then this.
"Okay, here we are." Abby motioned us into the Exam room and shut the door. The noises of screaming patients, annoying beeping and bustling doctors was instantly cut off like the door was a sound barrier. The room was bigger than I had expected it to be. It was a stand exam room but there was a connection room that I guessed was a bathroom. I glanced at the sheet covered exam table and watched as Abby reached underneath and got me one of those cotton gowns. I was just glad it wasn't paper.
I kind of just stood between Sam and Dean not wanting to move. I shifted awkwardly and ran my hands over my arms. I felt Sam bump hips with me and I smiled at him as he tried to make me feel a little bit more comfortable. He was trying to remind me that him and Dean were here and that it wasn't so bad as I thought. I shook my head and looked at my shoes; just like they did when I was younger and my mother was in the hospital.
She placed the cart on the sink and adjusted the top of her scrubs. "I need you to strip down to your underwear and bra and put this on." She handed me the gown. "I'll be back in a few moments to take your blood pressure and do your sonogram."
I nodded and took the gown from her, placing it against my chest as I crossed my arms. "Will you know the sex of the baby yet?" I asked.
She placed some hair behind my ear. "It's usually easier to tell after twenty some weeks. So…4-5 months we'll be able to tell. Are you really eager to know?" She asked with a smile and I shrugged.
"I'm just curious."
"Do you have names picked out for each gender?" She asked and I gave Dean a small smile.
Dean hooked an arm around my waist and squeezed. "We've been playing around with names."
She nodded. "That's cute."
"Yeah, they're adorable." Sam said with a roll of his eyes and Abby laughed as I glared at him.
"Well, I'll be back shortly with the tests. Oh and I need you to pee in this." She gave me a small cup and I grimaced. "Did you have a lot of fluids this morning? Having a full bladder makes the sonograms easier to view."
I kind of shrugged my one shoulder and nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty full. Would you want me to fill this after the sonogram then?"
Abby nodded and then her cheeks tinted like she should have thought of that before she gave me the cup. "Yeah, that's probably the easiest. I'll try and be back quickly so you don't have to hold it so long."
"Yeah, thanks." I said uncomfortably and played with the bottom of my shirt.
She smiled and then turned to head out the door. She tilted her head and I thought she was going to mention something else but she didn't and headed out, making sure the door was closed behind us.
I let out a laugh and looked at Sam. "She totally just checked out your ass there Sam."
Sam's cheeks turned pink. "No she didn't."
I snorted and headed over to the exam table and placed the gown on it. "Dude, she totally did. I saw her. It's not like you should be ashamed, your ass is nice."
Dean groaned and I smirked as I made both of them fully uncomfortable. He then pushed me into the bathroom. "Thank you for the overload of information there, Andy."
I smiled at Dean and gave him a quick peck on the cheek as he handed me the gown to change into. "Your ass is nice too, Dean." I mentioned with a roll of the eyes, guessing that's what he wanted since his ego wasn't being stroked enough at the moment.
"You could have at least said it with no sarcasm." Dean mentioned seriously and I gently grabbed his ass before I closed the bathroom door. Dean rolled his eyes but smirked nonetheless and I smiled. I don't think I needed to add much after that.
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Okay, so ten minutes later I was okay but after a half an hour went by and Abby still hadn't come back I was beginning to get really fidgety. I couldn't sit still on the exam table in this stupid gown and with this freakin ocean of fluid inside me. If she didn't come soon I'd have to go the bathroom; that was just all there was to it. She should have known I was like this, she knew before she left to get the damn tests! So what was taking so long? Stupid gown, stupid nurses…stupid hospital. Welcome to yet another way they made you feel uncomfortable. I bit my lower lip and glanced at a pacing Sam and a bored Dean sitting next to me. If I didn't hold it I'd have to come back with another full bladder to get a good scan and I wasn't putting that on these two again.
"You two can wait in the car if it's more comfortable." I said, maybe for like the sixth time.
Sam shrugged and sat on the exam table next to me as Dean shifted in his seat, running a hand down my back. "It's not a big deal babe, I just feel bad you have to sit here so uncomfortable."
"Well, lets just put it this way; if she doesn't come soon I'm not going to be so uncomfortable for very much longer." I winced, feeling another surge of fullness shake my pelvis. Why the hell did a full bladder make a good scan anyways? That didn't even make sense. I guess it didn't really matter why it was that way. All that mattered was that I held my ground so I wouldn't have to come back to do it all over again. Even though when I got more and more pregnant this holding thing would become a hell of a lot harder. I knew that at some point I'd have to tell Dean that these long road trips without more than two bathroom breaks was going to have to stop. But I'd get to that when I had to.
"I never get to play the name game." Sam mused and then turned at me and Dean. "Is there a certain reason for that?"
I winced and shook my head. I think I actually saw we hurt his feelings even though he smirked after he said it. "No, sorry Sam. We didn't mean to leave you out or anything."
Dean nodded and continued to rub my back in a soothing motion. "We could use some fresh ideas."
"Well, what have you come up with so far?" Sam asked, leaning all the way back on the exam table and resting against the wall. Slowly, all of us began to do the same. Besides, hunching over was making my bladder hurt. Actually, anything was doing that. I groaned frustratingly as I leaned back against the wall. I could make it twenty more minutes; tops.
"Well, right now I think we're at two girl's names and two boys."
I nodded. "Either Veronica or Mary for girls and John and Asher for boys."
Sam smiled. "I really like Veronica. Ella's really nice for a girl and Nate is a nice guy name."
"Nate?" Dean questioned. "As in short for Nathanial?" Sam nodded. "Kind of a prissy name isn't it?"
I slammed my thigh into Dean's and glared at him. He winced and rubbed his knee and I turned to Sam with a smile. "I like the names, Sam. Nate, especially."
I heard Dean mumble something about how we'd never name our kid goddamn Nate and was about to smack upside the head when the door opened and Abby came in with the blood pressure reader and a sonogram machine.
"Okay, I am extremely sorry." Abby said in a rush and closed the door. Sam and Dean hopped off the exam table and watched her wheel in the machine. "We had another car pile up and had to take are of at least five critical patients so all nurses were needed in the ER. I'm really, really sorry for the wait."
I nodded and tried smiling at her apology. I just wanted her to hurry up. All I'd need was to lose this goddamn ocean inside me to really embarrass the hell out of me. I think if I did that I wouldn't come out of the bathroom for a whole month.
"Did you manage to hold out?" She asked as she set up the machine. She motioned for me to lie down and I nodded.
"Yeah, barely."
"Oh, good. We'll get a really good scan then."
"Great." I muttered, lying down on my back.
"I'm gonna put this sheet overtop of your legs because I need you to pull the gown up to you chest okay?" She asked, reaching under the exam table and opening a cabinet to grab a sheet. I waited until she placed the sheet over me to pull the dress up. That's all I would need too. For Sam to see my pink laced underwear.
"Okay, good. Now this is going to cold and slightly uncomfortable." She warned, I'm guessing because my bladder was so full.
"I've had this done before." I told her, trying not to snap. Sorry, but she made me wait for how long just to do this, not to mention I had already been uncomfortable with being here in the first place.
She spread the gel over my exposed lower stomach with her gloved hand and I sighed, feeling my cheeks tint pink ever so slightly from Dean and Sam watching. At least I wasn't facing them. My feet were towards the bathroom door and my head was toward the exam room door, which is where Sam and Dean were standing. I glanced at the ceiling as Abby turned the monitor on and rubbed the probe over my lower stomach, trying to find the fetus. The machine made a ton of noises but most of all it sounded like swooshing sounds. Like small waves hitting a sea shore. There was at least three stains on the ceiling and I couldn't figure out why I was focusing on them. One looked like a cloud, the other a perfect square and for some reason the last one looked like a dog.
"Okay, here you go." She smiled and turned the monitor towards us.
I turned my head and smiled, tears filling my eyes as I saw the small fetus in my abdomen. It was surreal to say the least. You never actually expect that thing to be growing in your belly. I ran my hands over my sides, where the he gel wasn't touching. I felt Dean's hands on the back of the table and one of them stroked the side of my head. I looked up at him and he was smiling at the monitor and Sam was smiling too, except it was at me instead.
We were all being chick flick dorks to say the least, I mean this wasn't the first time we had all seen a sonogram of my baby. But I refused to bring it up. The moment was nice and it seemed normal and somewhat perfect. Who was I to destroy that? Our life and job did that for me half the time.
"Okay, you see that?" Abby asked, holding the probe still on my stomach and pointing to a small blob that was kind of blinking. No, blinking wasn't the right word…maybe moving. Not blinking like a light or anything. "That's your baby's heartbeat." I smiled. "And it's strong and healthy." She turned off the monitor and handed me a paper towel to wipe off the gel. "Alright, I just need to check your urine for sugar and protein and your blood pressure."
"Can I do the cup first?" I asked a bit urgently and she nodded, handing me the cup.
I nearly jumped off the table as I grabbed the cup heard Dean chuckle at me as I closed the bathroom door. I'm glad he thought it was funny. Just wait till the next time he really needed to pee.
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I sighed, slipping my shirt over my head as the Winchesters turned their backs to me. "Thank God that's over. And did I mention it feels so good to be empty." I heard Dean let out a smirk.
"Yeah, babe, three times now. We get it."
"How long does it take you to put on clothes?" Sam griped and I threw the gown I had been wearing at him. I succeeded in it landing it on his head and I smirked as he pulled it off his head. "Maybe if you spent more time putting the clothes on instead of throwing them…" he threw it back behind him and I caught it mid-air and placed it beside me.
I went to pull my jeans on. "You think we'll have to wait long for the results? I'm kind a hungry."
"You're always kind of hungry." Dean responded.
I jumped off the table, zipping up my jeans. I pushed on his back and he turned with a grin. "So are you!" I pointed out.
"I'm pulling your leg." Dean smiled and pulled me against his chest and then kissed my nose. "Calm down."
I stuck my tongue out at him. "I am calm."
Sam scoffed and then ruffled my hair. "Could have fooled me when we parked in the space."
"Or when we were in the waiting room." Dean added.
Sam laughed and leaned against the side wall. "Or when we got in here."
"Alright, alright." I interrupted. "I get it. But you guys know how I feel about this damn place…it's not like anything good happens here." I pointed out and looked at my feet again. Why were they so interesting?
I could feel Sam and Dean exchange a glance and Dean kissed my forehead as Sam placed some hair behind my ear. "Well that's all gonna change." Sam pointed out. "A good thing will happen here."
"Yeah, where else you gonna have this baby silly?" Dean asked, smile wide and hazel eyes sparkling.
I shrugged my one shoulder. "I thought I'd have it in your car." I quipped and Dean glared at me as Sam broke into laughter.
I smiled as Dean pointed at me. "That's not even funny."
I nodded and brought my fingers up to his face making the sign that indicated a little with my thumb and forefinger. "It was a little bit funny." I motioned to Sam. "He thought it was funny."
"That's cause it's not his car. But I swear if his laptop was near you around the point of exploding…"
"I don't explode when I have a baby Dean." I tried interrupting but he just kept on going.
"I bet he'd feel a little bit differently." He pointed out and Sam stopped laughing.
I chuckled at both my guys as the door opened and Abby made her way in. Sam, Dean and I all made our way to the exam table and took seats again.
"So am I free to go?" I asked, making it sound like I was in some type of jail.
"Your urine was free from sugar and protein but uhm…" I'm pretty sure my heart stopped for a moment in my chest and I squeezed Dean's hand so hard that his ring dug into my middle finger.
"What's the problem?" I asked, my voice not as strong as it seemed.
"You have a high blood pressure. Now it could be from stress seeing as how your urine was free of proteins. If your urine would have been full of protein, you may have a condition called preeclampsia." She said slowly and I swallowed. "Do you know what that is?"
I nodded mutely and I felt my throat constrict as scared tears filled my eyes.
"Okay," she said gently. "There is a good chance that you don't have it."
"Because there is no protein in her urine?" Sam asked and Abby nodded.
"We'd like to keep you here for overnight observation and make sure it stays that way. If your blood pressure goes down that's a better chance in proving that its just stress and not an early warning stage."
"So if her blood pressure goes down and there's no protein by tomorrow she doesn't have it?" Dean asked, his own throat sounding dry and crackly.
Abby nodded. "Its most likely that she doesn't, we're just being precautious."
I shook my head and let out a dry quiet laugh. Why couldn't it just be yes or no with these people?
"I need you to sign a few things for me Mr. Shipps." Abby said and motioned to the door. "And then we'll get you a room for the night okay?"
I nodded and gripped Dean's hand, telling him not to go anywhere for a moment. "I'll be out in a few moments." Dean told Abby politely and she nodded.
"Of course. I'll get your room set up and get the paper's ready." She smiled at me and I couldn't help but glare. How could she smile with the information she just told me? She nodded politely and went to close the door as she left.
My lower lip wobbled and I couldn't control the tears building up in my eyes. Dean sighed, I guess upon seeing the reaction suddenly wash over my face. He ran an attentive hand down my hair and leaned in to leave a long kiss on my forehead.
"Aw baby…" He said gently and quietly, it nearly a whisper against my head.
I sniffled. "This is all my fault." I said brokenly, my voice crackling like static.
"Andy, sweetie, no it isn't." Sam soothed. It was the first time in a long time he had ever called me sweetie. I think the last time he did that was when my first boyfriend had dumped me in tenth grade and I had come back to the motel crying up a storm. "It's a fluke. It's a random accident. An accident is not your fault."
"Sure feels like my fault." I said, my voice catching as Dean laid his forehead against my own. Just knowing that I could have done something or I don't know, made this check up earlier, gone to the doctors when Dean had wanted me to. Something; anything.
Dean suddenly let out a smirk. "I swear to God you're a Winchester with the number of times you take things so close to the chest and think everything is your fault."
I smiled slightly. "I don't think the plague is my fault."
Dean shook his head. "Sam's right you know. Its an accident and who knows, maybe it's a screw up Andy. Your stress has always been high, that's probably exactly what it is."
"I don't wanna lose this baby, Dean. I can't." I let out a sob and collapsed against his chest. He put his arms around my back and rocked me, leaving kisses along my head. I felt him sit me up and Sam came closer and enveloped me too.
It was weird; but when they did that, when I could feel both of them against me with their strong heartbeats against my skin, it was only time I ever felt like things were going to be okay.
O00o0o0o0
"Okay, come on." Dean ushered gently, pulling me down from the table. I sniffled and scrubbed my eyes. He kissed my forehead again and put both hands on my shoulders. "Look at me." I pulled my hands from my face and did so. His eyes were soft and filled with worry but I couldn't deny that some type of strength was somehow woven in there too. "Don't cry, okay? You're breaking my heart here." He said with a gentle smile and I chuckled gently. He ran his thumb under both my eyes, catching tear tracks. "Cry when we definitely know something's wrong."
I nodded and kissed his cheek, thanking him for trying to make me stronger then I felt. He put an arm around my shoulder and we headed out of the exam room to find Abby waiting patiently by the receptionist counter with a wheelchair. She smiled comfortingly at us as we approached her.
"Okay, I need you to sign these and Frank here," She motioned to a male nurse who smiled at us. "Will take you to your room."
"Do I have to ride in the wheelchair?" I asked annoyingly and Frank smirked.
"Someone who'd rather walk? I don't get many of those."
I smiled politely and Dean wrapped an arm around my waist, which I knew was some type of point, and kissed the side of my head. "Sit in the wheelchair for me okay? They wouldn't provide it if it wasn't needed."
I sighed and nodded, sitting down and adjusting my feet on the little steps attached to the chair. Sam smiled at my uncomfortable face and ruffled my hair. I rolled my eyes and fixed it but gave him a small smile.
"Sam, head with her up to the room." Sam nodded as I felt Frank grab the wheelchair from behind me and began to push it towards an elevator. "I'll be up when I'm done signing all these damn things."
Sam turned to follow and I saw Dean smirk at something Abby had said to him. I glared at her until the elevator closed and Sam smirked.
"With eyes like that you could have set her on fire, Andy."
I smiled slightly and smacked his leg. "Shut up, Sam."
The elevator dinged and we reached the third floor. Frank wheeled me out with Sam close to my side. He took us down the hall and I grimaced as I heard coughing that sounded like a lung was going with it and old people with IVs in their arms.
"Here's your room." Frank said and opened a room numbered A23, almost like an apartment. But it sure as hell didn't look like an apartment.
It was slightly larger than the Exam room but that was only because there was a bed and a night table that held a phone and a plastic pink cup. I grimaced and rubbed my forehead; how charming. The room was a sickly pink color, almost the same as the cup and there was a window to the far left of the bed. The bed had clean white sheets, almost too white and the tiled floor was a combination of a brown and tan color.
"I'm guessing I can take this chair from you?" Frank asked and I nodded, getting up and out of the chair. "I'll be in to give you a gown to put on."
"Thanks." I said quietly and he gave me a small smile.
"You know, I read your chart and believe me when I say I've seen millions of these cases. You've only got a high blood pressure and that's no cause for alarm."
"You sure about that?" I asked and I saw Dean approach the door outside.
"Why would I lie? Lying doesn't make you smile like that." My smile grew a little, just because a certain relief was washing over me. He was a nurse just like Abby, maybe he knew what he was talking about. Regardless, I kind of felt a little better. "I'll get you your gown."
That is until Dean came into the room and closed the door, a glare set firmly on his face. "You know, if you'd rather spend the night in a hospital with him…"
"Dean, don't. He was just trying to be nice." Sam tried.
"Just ask and it can be arranged." Dean spat. I couldn't believe how angry he was over that. Was he serious?
"You're like a woman I swear to God!" I said in an annoyed huff, crossing my arms over my chest.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Dean asked.
"You're so jealous your face is turning green." I said with a smirk.
Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I am not jealous. I don't need to be." He said simply. Why? Because he was so goddamn sure he had me, because he was full of himself? Actually…wait…those were two very good reasons.
"And why are you so sure?"
Dean sighed. "Don't make me say it."
I shrugged and turned around to go sit on the bed that looked extremely uncomfortable. "Fine, don't. But you started it."
I heard Dean sigh again and then come up behind me. He gently placed his arms around my waist and I let him. His front pushed into my back and I sighed as I smelled the layers of cinnamon come off him, pushing the horrid smell of lemon cleaner and elastic gloves completely away.
"Because you love me." He said simply and kissed the side of my head, making me close my eyes.
I then smiled and let out a small giggle as what he said registered in my head. "That's it?" I asked, turning in his arms. "That's your masterful reasoning?"
Dean nodded. "If its not true, tell me different."
I rolled my eyes and gave him a small peck on the lips. "I shouldn't have to answer that. But yeah, you dork, I love you."
Dean grinned and leaned in close to my face, making Sam clear his throat as he become uncomfortable. Dean brushed his nose against my nose and I felt his hands dip into the pockets of my jeans. He gave me a long, soft kiss on my lips with no tongue. I nearly lost my breath at the gentleness of it.
"God, why don't you two believe in non-PDA's?" Sam asked annoyingly and I felt Dean shift his one hand out of my pocket to use for something. I smirked against his lips, knowing full well he was flipping Sam off and Sam chuckled at the action.
"Because if I don't show some type of claim girls will run me over to get to him." I pouted and Dean smirked.
"Okay, but I'm the only one here and I know. Okay? I know. Lucky for you I don't plan on trying to ravage my brother anytime soon." Sam said and went to sit on the one side of the bed. "This bed is surprisingly comfy."
We joined Sam in sitting on the bed and I played with the silver ring on Dean's finger as we sat there waiting for Frank to bring me that stupid gown that I wouldn't be able to change out of till tomorrow.
"Remember that one time we were at the mini mart and that girl nearly tripped over her toddler because she was staring at Dean?" I asked Sam and Sam nodded, laughing hysterically.
Dean scrunched his eyebrows. "I don't remember that happening."
I smiled softly at him. "That's cause you're oblivious, baby."
Dean stuck his tongue at me and then tried to come up with something that resembled a comeback. "You're…oblivious." He stated back and I giggled.
A knock on the door interrupted the laughter and a moment later Frank came in and handed me the gown. He smiled at me until Dean cleared his throat and the guy actually did a double take. Dean's face was so dark it was damn near scary. He nodded politely and then rushed out of there like his life depended on it.
Dean smiled at me and tilted his head. "Take that."
"Right, jealous was so not the right word for that." I quipped. He pulled me back to lay on the bed and Sam plopped down on the other side of me. I snuggled in-between both of them, their scents of vanilla and cinnamon intermingling. "Huh, this bed is kind of comfy."
Sam smirked. "Told you. 'Cept I'm pretty sure you were too busy groping Dean at that moment to hear me."
The hospital gown ended up over his face with a smirk.
O0o0o0o0o
Sam, Dean and I ate lunch at the hospital, much to my dismay. After a few French fries and some bad pudding I was officially done. Dean of course ate up everyone's food like it'd be the last he'd ever receive. Sam promised me that he'd sneak me in some poptarts or something when him and Dean had to leave because of the visiting hours.
And then after fifteen rounds of every card game known to man I was finally starting to grow tired. I think that's what Sam and Dean were looking for. I knew they were bored stiff in that room even though around Crazy Eights and Slap Jack things got a little interesting. Like cards flying across the room interesting. No wonder we never played cards. These two idjits didn't know how to play correctly but it was entertaining to see them try.
"Can we play something that has to do with stripping?" Dean asked, eyeing my gown.
I smacked his arm. "I have one layer on!"
"I know and its so damn sexy too." Dean said sultry and I let out a giggle and leaned against him on the bed.
Sam smirked and re-crossed his legs across from us, scooping up the cards. "Strip poker is done with cards."
"You're not helping." I mentioned with a glare and smacked Sam's arm as well. Both of the Winchesters shrugged and smiled at me. I rolled my eyes. "Unbelievable."
A knock on the door sounded and a moment later a tall man with a white doctor coat came in a moment later. He smiled as he handled my chart and glanced at Dean and Sam. "Hello, I'm Dr. Jameson. I've read over your chart and I'm gonna be the one overlooking your blood pressure. We're also going to be doing scans every two hours to check your baby's heart rate and well being."
I nodded and sat up from Dean as Sam pocketed the cards. "When are visiting hours over?" I asked.
Dr. Jameson looked at his watch. "In about two hours. That'll be eight."
"Wow, its nearing eight already?"
He nodded and gave me a bright smile. "Time flies huh?" I smiled slightly and tried not to roll my eyes at the man. He seemed nice enough. "If you two don't mind." He motioned at Sam and Dean, "I'm going to check her blood pressure." The Winchesters complied, piling off the bed.
He placed the arm patch around me and gently squeezed the ball at the end of it to pump air into the patch. I felt it tighten around my arm and sighed as he looked at his watch. He finally undid the Velcro and took it off my arm.
"Is it still up?" I asked as he wrote the numbers on my chart.
"It's still a bit elevated but not as bad as before. It seems to be going down." I smiled at Dean and Sam. "But we still need you here over night."
"Um, doctor?" I asked as he put the pen in his pocket of his white jacket. "Is there any way that my husband could stay with me tonight? I'm extremely jittery around hospitals and I don't see my blood pressure going anywhere if I'm forced to stay here by myself."
I twisted my hands nervously as the doctor sighed. He then turned and looked the Winchesters. "Who's the husband?"
Dean nodded his head. "That'd be me."
"I can't exactly allow you to staying here after visiting hours seeing as how that its hospital policy. Unless you somehow snuck in after hours without anyone noticing and somehow hid in the bathroom when security came around and did their rounds…which I think is between two and four AM." I smiled slowly as the doctor basically gave Dean directions to follow and Dean nodded. "Of course if you did that, I'd know nothing about it."
Dean smirked and smiled at me. "Obviously."
The doctor nodded and got up to head out the door. "I'll be back to check on your baby in about an hour or so."
I smiled. "Thanks doctor."
He turned and gave me a questionable look. "For what?"
My smile turned into a grin as he left. "I think that's the only doctor on this earth that I will never hate." Sam and Dean chuckled, taking their spots back on the bed. "Oh and by the way, now that we have the go ahead, both of you are sneaking back in."
Sam looked at me questioningly. "Who said we would want to?"
I glared at him and he ruffled my hair. "I did, you dork. I don't care what either of you want."
Dean smiled and pulled me close to him as Sam absentmindedly took some cards out of his pocket and threw them at me. "Love you too, Andy."
00o0o0o0o
We spent the last few hours watching TV, the stations even worse than our motel room. But what could you expect in a hospital I guess. We got a hold of three channels without static: a soap opera (surprisingly in English this time), a sermon on Hell and Heaven (that sounded intriguing; rolls eyes) and a dog show, which made me scrunch my eyes in confusion. People had dog shows? Seriously? That must have been one of the circles of Hell.
I shifted against Dean and closed my eyes again, enjoying the warmth of his body and the warm cinnamon scent instead of the stupid hospital smells. Surprisingly I wasn't cold or anything, which was weird seeing as how I was in this stupid gown and the room was kind of cold. I guess since I had been cuddled up against Dean since I put the gown on might have been why. We had propped up the bed and adjusted the pillows behind our backs. Dean had his arm around my waist and I was leaning against him with my head on his chest and my one arm over his lap. Sam was still leaning against the pillows next to me, surprisingly in a comfortable position with the small amount of room we had.
"You know, this soap opera ain't have bad." I heard Dean comment and Sam chuckled.
"I don't know man, the character plots are kind of hard to follow."
"What's so hard to understand? Jennifer is in love with Rick but Rick's an older man and has a wife Karen who is cheating on him with high school seniors. What's so hard to follow?"
"His name's Victor, not Rick." I said sleepily.
"No, Victor's the brother babe."
I nuzzled my face against Dean's button down. "Whatever, what time is it?"
Sam sighed, glancing at his watch. "Just past 8:30. Visiting hours seem to be running late."
Suddenly a young female voice crackled to life over a loud speaker, as if Sam's sentence had been some type of switch. "Attention patients and guests, visiting hours are now over. The hospital visiting hours will resume at 9 am tomorrow morning. Thank you and have a nice night."
"I'm glad you guys aren't leaving." I said quietly and held onto Dean tightly. I felt him shift and then sit still again, kissing my head.
"Babe, I have to get up and get some of our clothes from the car. Actually, now that I think about it all our duffels might be back at the room."
I shook my head. "You both can't leave."
"Sam's gonna stay here and keep an eye on you okay?" He kissed my head again, like that was some type of reassurance.
"But you'll be back?" I asked and Dean laughed like I had been actually making a joke.
"Of course I'll be back, silly. Let's get you tucked in okay?" I lifted myself from Dean and rubbed my eyes as Sam pulled the covers of the bed back. I crawled in and under the sheets and laid down on the pillow. I felt something warm and soft being placed over my shoulders and I knew it wasn't the hospital sheets. I pulled it up near my face and rubbed my cheek against it, knowing it was Dean's button down. I smiled as I felt the sheets placed up over my shoulders as well. It felt kind of good having Dean's shirt act like a barrier between the sheets and me. God only knows who they were last used for. But I guess I could say that about the motel sheets I usually slept in too.
"I shouldn't be more than twenty minutes. Stay alert for the security or nurses and such. They should be around soon to check on the baby and her blood pressure again."
"Alright, careful man."
I could literally feel Dean's smile. "I'm always careful."
O0o0o0o0o
I rolled over in bed and onto my other side. I was pretty sure Sam was still in the room, it felt like he was still in the room. I rubbed my eyes and wondered what time it was. I then heard a thumping noise and my heart ricocheted in my chest.
"Jesus Christ Dean, make a louder fucking noise." I sighed, now just realizing it was Dean sneaking through the window in my room.
Dean chuckled. "Sorry, that last step I lost my balance. Almost knocked off my manhood on the window ledge there." I could literally hear Sam's eye roll. "Nurses come in?"
"Yeah, about ten minutes ago. Andy was barely awake when they checked everything."
"Did you hide in the bathroom?" I felt Dean's weight on the bed against my back and he ran a hand down my hair.
"Yeah, barely made it in there."
"You tired?"
"I'm guessing we'll have to take shifts and make sure no one's coming. I'll take first." Sam said and I heard a chair shift across the floor and the volume lower on the TV. "Sleep with your girlfriend."
"You think she'll be okay?" I heard Dean ask, his voice was soft and there was something I never heard his voice muster before. But I couldn't point out what it was.
"I'll think she'll be fine Dean." Always the optimist. "Andy's a hardass, just like you." Dean smirked at that. "She can take whatever is thrown her way." I'm glad Sam had the confidence in me because I sure as hell never felt that way.
A few moments passed and Dean spoke up again. "Hey Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"How often do you pray?"
The questioned surprised Sam. I could tell that even with my eyes closed. You could tell with the way he was just looking at Dean and hesitating with the answer. "I pray every night."
"How…do I…?" Dean trailed off and I felt his eyes on the back of my head.
Sam sighed. "Just say what's in your heart Dean."
Nothing else was said. I felt Dean curl himself against my back and kiss my head as his arm wrapped itself around my waist. I turned, pretending to be asleep, and faced him, snuggling into the warmth of his neck. I felt him run hands through my hair and I tried not let warm tears fill my eyes.
Dean wanted to pray. For me. That was just a small miracle within itself.
O0o0o0o0o0
It was ten in the morning when we finally got the doctors attention again. Sam and Dean had left the room through the window around eight and came in through the front door like they hadn't been there all night. Hugs were given and fake hellos were mustered. They must have actually headed down to the nearest fast food place because Sam came bearing pancakes and hash browns when they came back in.
"How was your night. You sleep well?" Dr. Jameson asked and I snuck a small smile at Dean and Sam.
"I actually slept well, yeah."
"Alright well, from your latest blood pressure test everything has gone down and there is still no protein in your urine." I grinned. "And your baby's heartbeat was strong way throughout the night."
"I'm okay then, right?" The doctor nodded and I made a squealing noise, gripping Dean's hand.
"But I'm advising that you come for check ups at least twice a month and get your blood pressure and urine checked. We don't wanna forget about this and it come back and bite us in the ass."
I nodded and smiled. "We will, thanks again for, well, everything." I thanked him for the good news and for the fact Sam and Dean had snuck in last night to be with me.
He smiled and tapped the end of the bed with my chart. "No problem Mrs. Shipps. Your discharge papers will be at the reception counter, just sign them on the way out. Unless you'd like to stay here longer?"
I shook my head incessantly and Dean let out a chuckle, ruffling my hair. The doctor smiled one more time and headed out the door, closing it.
Sam placed my clothes on the bed and smiled at me. "I knew you'd be okay, you overreacting girl."
I smiled and reached up to punch Sam on the arm. "It's the pessimist in me Sammy, I can't help it."
"Well, I can sign the papers and start the car if you wanna meet me out there after your dressed?" Sam said, looking at me and Dean as he grabbed the duffels.
Dean nodded and handed me my shirt. "Yeah, that'd be fine."
I waited until the door was closed to pull the gown up and over my head. "Looks like we dodged another bullet." I said quietly as I slipped my shirt on.
Dean smiled and sat on the bed, watching me get dressed. "Yeah, looks like. Thank God."
I smirked and looked at him carefully. I reached up and ran my hand over the one side of his face, my fingers catching on the stubble that decorated his chin. I ran my thumb over his cheekbone and I suddenly wanted to count every freckle that peppered his skin under those amazing hazel eyes of his.
"Speaking of God," I said gently. "I heard you about the prayers last night."
"You did?" He asked, his cheeks immediately blotching red. At least he hadn't tried to deny it or anything.
I nodded and leaned towards him and kissed him deeply. It took him a minute to respond but then I felt his hand cup my face and his other arm reached around my waist to pull me closer to him.
I smiled and kissed his lips on more time as I pulled back. "Thank you for praying for me." I said softly and I could tell for a moment that he was utterly touched.
He then cleared his throat and shook his head. "Please, I wasn't just praying for you, ya know."
"Why do I have a feeling a large apple pie is coming into the next sentence?" I quipped and Dean grinned.
"Well, God must have answered both of my prayers…because I found apple pie at the restaurant where we picked your breakfast up."
I giggled. I'm glad God was looking out for Dean Winchester's needs.
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