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Chapter 48: Heart Part 3

"So if he's not at his house still where do we go?" I asked, leaning back in the front seat. I turned the heat up a bit and I watched as Dean scrunched his eyes as we pulled up to a red light.

"You really that cold? It feels like a sauna in here as it is." He said uncomfortably and shifted. I blushed and turned down the heat.

"Sorry."

To be honest, yeah I was cold. As I've mentioned millions of times, the Winchesters wouldn't get cold even if they were naked and playing in the goddamn snow. Actually, that was quite a thought to think about. I widened my eyes and smiled a little and turned to look out the window at the San Francisco streets. I got cold easier than they did, it was always that way. When we were little I had always wanted to sleep with one of them because I always got cold in the motel rooms, even with the millions of blankets. That changed now. I had Dean to snuggle up to. I didn't understand why they never got cold, I mean, sometimes they got the chills when they were sick but other than that; nothing. But God forbid, look the hell out when they were getting overheated. The shit would hit the fan and I'd never hear the end of it. Is it my fault they wear so many layers?

"Its okay, can I just take off my jacket and you can use that instead of the heat? Any higher and we'll be close to the surface of the sun." He quickly took off his leather jacket and handed it to me and I rolled my eyes, slipping it over my shoulders as the light turned green.

"It's not that hot." I said with a roll of my eyes again that was more dramatic.

He smiled and then looked at me briefly. "I was close to sweating." I leaned over and kissed his cheek, trailing my nose down to his neck. My mouth started having a dirty mind of its own and even though he was driving, I started nibbling, pinching his skin in between my lips. I felt him smirk and he was trying to ignore the ticklish sensation I was giving his body and the natural reaction to jerk away. "Unless…that was your plan…"

"I don't like plans." I said softly, licking a sensitive spot near his ear. He shuddered and let out a soft moan. "I like to wing it."

Dean smirked. "Well that explains the baby." I giggled. "You do know that I'm driving right?" I smiled, leaning closer and pushing my hands on his hips. "What's gotten into you?"

I pulled back and shrugged. He turned to look at me as we pulled into a parking spot outside of Kurt's apartment. "You don't like it?"

Dean shook his head. "You do realize the amount of stupidity in that sentence right?" He leaned in close to me and hooked an arm around my waist, pushing my body against his. "Of course, I like it. Actually…" He grinned and pushed his lips against mine. "I really like it."

"Really?" I asked with a giggle and he nodded, pushing the jacket off my shoulders and rubbing his hands along my back. "Oh crap." I pulled back in a rush and Dean's hands fled from my back like he had hurt me.

"What? What's wrong?"

"What about Kurt, we have to find him." I turned back and sat in my seat. I rubbed my forehead with my one hand. "Why do I have to pick the wrong times to let my hormones get the better of me?"

"We'll check inside and see if he left anything laying around to key in where he is. If we can't find anything or can't even come close to finding him we'll head back to Madison's." I smiled and Dean leaned back in his seat, smiling off of my smile. "What?"

"Sam likes her."

Dean scrunched his eyebrows. "How can you tell?"

"I just…can." I shrugged and turned onto my left shoulder to look at him. "It's like his eyes light up and his cheek's tint pink and his smile's more soft and genuine…stuff like that. I can tell. Just like I knew when he liked Sarah. I'm just amazingly intuitive."

Dean rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't go that far." He joked and I shoved him.

"I am! I bet you I can name three things you're thinking of right now."

Dean scoffed and then smiled, looking at Kurt's apartment and then at me. "Okay, but hurry up. We need to find this guy and see if he's the oversized puppy."

I nodded. "If I get them right, I want to stay in the car while you go look."

"And why did you want to come with me if you were just going to stay in the car?" Dean whined and I giggled at his childish tone.

"Fine, fine, I'll come in. But I get something else."

Dean smiled. "Fine, what?"

"I want a kiss."

Dean chuckled and kissed my cheek. "I think that can be arranged. Go head."

"Okay, apple pie, me and our baby." Dean just kind of looked at me a moment and my breath stifled as his face came closer to mine.

"That…is so sexy." I let out a loud giggle as he grinned and covered his lips over mine, kissing me deeply and lacing his fingers through my hair.

I moved my arms up around his neck and pulled him towards me, trying to push his lips even closer to mine. No matter what we were doing; it was never close enough.

"But then again, you are kind of cheating, seeing as how I'm always thinking about you."

I rolled my eyes and kissed his chin. "You're not getting anywhere with that Winchester."

"Speaking of getting somewhere with you…" He leaned down and kissed my neck. "Did you decide what we're going to do about this bet?"

"I have many ideas…" I let out a content sigh and leaned my nose into his hair. I took a deep breath and savored the pure scent of Dean along with the shampoo he had recently used. "But ones reserved for a public place."

Dean pulled back, mouth half open. "You want to have sex in a public place?"

"You're saying it like it's a bad thing. Plus, it's what I want, you have to do it. It's part of the bet."

"I don't have a problem with it; it's just…not like you." I smiled slightly and then pulled back, hooking hair around my ear. "Are you possessed?"

I scoffed and frowned. "No," I punched his arm. "I'm not possessed, you jackass. We don't have to do it; I was just…trying to think outside the box."

I turned and looked out the window, my cheeks tinting red for even bringing it up. Maybe I just won't have him do anything at all; maybe that's what he wants. Maybe he doesn't want to do anything with me anymore now that I'm almost four months pregnant. Tears nearly built at the thought and then I felt him grasp my arm and as I turned I saw him smile as he tried pulling me onto his lap.

He adjusted his seat and leaned it back so I wouldn't hit my head off the top of the car. I sat sideways on him, letting my legs stretch out on the passenger seat. He smiled again and leaned up to kiss the side of my head, his one hand gently rubbing my back.

"I'm just kidding, silly. Don't get upset." He said softly and kissed my head again.

"We seriously can do something else…or nothing at all if that's what you want." I said quietly, playing with my hands.

"One notion of possession and you think I don't want to do anything with you?" He asked, his voice slightly peaking at the end of the sentence. He wasn't mad or upset just surprised.

"I don't know…it's just…I'm getting more pregnant and I…"

He shook his head and interrupted me. "As long as it's safe for the baby, we can do whatever you want." He leaned in close to my ear and whispered with a smirk. "You know I'm going to be the last one to complain about it." He said, making me smile. "Okay?"

I nodded. "Okay." I kissed his cheek and he smiled, running a hand down my hair.

"So Sam likes Madison huh?" Dean asked and I nodded, loving how he chose now to bring it up. "I guess that's why he was so eager to stay."

"And you weren't?" I asked with a smirk, looking out the front window and at Kurt's apartment window. The lights were off and I figured he wasn't home. So why not sit here with Dean for a while? Sam was with Madison and he knew how to hold his own. We could sit for a few moments and just talk.

"Even though I was pissed to hell with you, I wasn't going to stay." He said softly, like he was nearly embarrassed.

"Oh yeah?" I asked entertainingly, turning to look at his tinted cheeks and strong freckles. "Why not?"

He rolled his eyes. "Come on, don't make me say it brat."

"Whatever, jerk." I smiled and decided to push his buttons until he admitted it, after all, I did love to hear him say it. The way his lips moved and formed the words and his breath warm and comforting against my face…it made my heart throb. "I mean, you seriously didn't consider it?"

Dean shrugged and I could tell he was trying to see where I was going with this. He then shook his head defiantly, like I just caught him trying to weasel out of a lie. "No." He was thinking he needed to save his own ass or something, like I thought he was hitting on her.

"I mean, her hair is brown and it's at a nice length and it's almost like mine." Dean scrunched his eyebrows and looked at me confused. "Her eyes are pretty and well…she's pretty too."

"Well…"

"And I mean, she had a nice chest too. I don't see how you didn't notice that."

"Were you looking?"

I scoffed. "And I mean, she obviously digs the whole FBI thing. She damn near undressed you two as she opened the door. Well, I mean, a lot of females do that when you guys have suits and badges."

"How do you know that?"

"And I don't have a doubt in my mind that your downstairs brain undressed her as soon as you saw her. Especially since you were mad at me…" I saw Dean shake his head and his lips suddenly covered mine, cutting off my stupid notions.

He kissed me for a few moments, one hand coming up to rest along my neck and rubbing the skin gently, his fingers getting caught around the chain my coin was attached to. His other gently stroked my jean covered thighs and I smiled, putting one hand down to lace my fingers with his.

He pulled back and rested his forehead against my own and kissed my nose. "I love you, Andy." I smiled. "And that's why I didn't stay."

I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. His chin rested on one of my shoulders and he chuckled, his arms coming up around my back to hug me just as tight.

"I love you too." I said softly and stroked the back of his head. He seemed to hold me tighter upon hearing that and I felt him bury his nose into my shoulder.

"Hey," Dean said suddenly and I pulled back.

"What?"

"Look." He pointed out the window and I dipped my head to see what he was pointing to. I think he was pointing to a very tall guy with black hair that went past his ears and looked like had a motorcycle that went along with that black studded leather jacket and I really bad attitude.

"Other than he creeps me out, what?"

"That's Kurt." He sat up and I regrettably moved over to the passenger as he started to car. Dean watched Kurt until he got into his own car and then smiled at me, putting hand on my thigh. "Turn that frown upside down, sweetheart." I couldn't help but smile. "Do me a favor?"

I nodded and waited as he backed out of the spot and drove behind Kurt, trying to pace so it didn't look like we were following. "Sure."

He turned and grinned at me. "Think of a public place."

I giggled and nodded as he squeezed my thigh. I'd be happy to.

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"This is where he's going?" I asked, looking out the window at the strip club.

Dean smirked and parked the car, looking out my window at the building. "Moondancers." He read the bright blue neon sign. We watched as Kurt got out of his car and head inside. "Classy."

"Do we have to head inside?" I asked with a scrunch of my nose and Dean smiled, kissing it. I leaned towards him and put one of my arms around his neck as his came around my waist. "Can't we just wait till he leaves and follow him? We're supposed to keep an eye on him, not the pole dancers."

"I don't know about you…but there seems to be a special on blonde dancers tonight. And I really wouldn't mind keeping an eye on them…" He said and inferred to the sign right on the building. He chuckled as I scoffed and punch his arm.

"You better not even think about it!" I said with a laugh. I was only laughing because his chuckle was completely adorable. "I'll drive this car back to the motel."

Dean smiled. "You're not driving anywhere. We better call Sam and tell him we found him."

"I'll do it." I reached in my pocket and pulled out my cell. Flipping it open I pressed three and held it down, it automatically calling Sam. I loved speed dial. Dean was two and Sam was three. I had one point had my dad and John on there but they were taken off for obvious reasons. And then I had Jo and the Roadhouse replacing them but then I felt weird about it. Like it was some sort of an insult to replace my dad and John's number even though I'd never call their cells again. So I just had Dean and Sam. That's all I needed.

"Hello?" Sam asked and I heard a TV run in the background. I scrunched my eyebrows as I hear the theme song play.

I giggled. "Sam, are you watching General Hospital?" He cleared his throat; obviously embarrassed. I heard him excuse himself from Madison's company, probably getting up and heading into another room to continue the conversation. "So is she making you watch it or has it been a secret favorite of yours?"

Sam chuckled humorlessly. "Bite me, Andy. Did you find him?"

I felt Dean shift in his seat and I smiled at him as he leaned down and kissed my chin. "Um, yeah we found him…" I trailed off, feeling Dean rest his lips on my chin again and then go lower, peppering kisses down my neck. He'd stop in some places and push his lips a little harder into my skin and then leave soft, basically breathless kisses, in others.

"Well where is he?" How could Sam possibly sound impatient with me? Unless…unless he was doing something with Madison that he much rather be doing.

I felt Dean's hand snake across my stomach and tickle my sides. I tried stifling a giggle and settled for smirking and moving farther onto his lap. I tried getting him to stop but really, I didn't want him to. His nose pressed into my shoulder and he kissed my collar bone.

"He's…he's at a club called Moondancers."

"Alright, well, keep an eye on him." Sam said hesitantly and I heard Madison approach and tell Sam was she was turning in.

I smirked. "Yeah, keep your eye on her as well, Sammy."

I heard Sam shift and then he hung up. I giggled and put the phone on the dash as Dean continued to kiss my collar bone. I leaned down and kissed his head.

"Babe, we should head in and watch out for Kurt."

"I got a better idea, lets stay here." I felt his hot breath hit against my skin and that was all I needed to convince me I should stay. Hell, if he kept talking like that the windows were going to be fogged.

I pushed his head up off my shoulder. I put both my hands on the side of his face and my one finger traced over his cheekbone. "I love your freckles." I said softly and leaned down to kiss each one.

He smiled and pushed his nose into my hair as his fingers rubbed along my back. "Looks like you've got a new kink."

I smiled and kissed his cheekbone again and then moved lower and left small kisses on his nose and then his lips. "You've always been a kink, Winchester."

Dean groaned and I felt his hands round to the front of my jeans and undo them. He quickly slipped his hands inside and I moaned, feeling his fingers against the lace of my underwear. "Is this public enough?"

I giggled and shook my head against his lips. "No, but feel free to practice what might be done."

Dean smiled and I felt his tongue push into my mouth. It carefully slid against my own, strong and tasting like mint and cherries. I closed my eyes and pushed myself against him, making his hands dip farther into my pants. I moaned as his fingers breached the top of my underwear, sliding down against skin that was on fire. He undid the zipper with his other hand, giving himself more room to work and I giggled as his hands grazed my stomach.

"I forgot you were ticklish." He said softly and left a soft kiss on my lips.

"Don't use it against me." I said with a small smile and Dean grinned, gently tickling my sides. "Dean! Don't…" I jerked against his hand and he pulled his other out of my pants and tickled both sides. "Dean!"

He stopped after a few moments and my laughs died down as I collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily. He gave me smile and kissed my head as his arms wrapped around me. "I love you." He said softly and I smiled, rubbing my face against his chest.

"I love you too."

I smiled and sat up, gently toying with his belt buckle. His eyes drifted down and watched my hands and then met my eyes again. I and leaned in to push my lips against his. There was no tongue involved, just soft kissing. When I popped open his belt and unbuttoned his jeans I smiled and pulled back.

"We should be watching for Kurt." His face softened and his eyes fluttered close as I ran my hand over hardening skin and ten to one he forgot who Kurt even was. He but his lower lips until it was red and I felt his pelvis buck against my body, trying to get more pleasure than I was already giving.

"You want me to stop?" He whimpered in response and I kissed his forehead. "His car's still here and I didn't see him come out." I said slowly and moved my hands across his length and stopped for a moment to squeeze rounded heat. "We can have a little bit more time."

He hissed and moaned, nearly sitting all the way up in the seat to come crashing back down again. I leaned down and kissed his forehead as he leaned up against my chest as my hands quickened and I felt his panicked, panting breathing push against my skin. He was so close I could damn near feel it and those goddamn moans of his were driving me crazy.

I quickened my pace and I felt him lean down and start kissing my neck again. He ran his hands through my hair and I sighed happily as I felt his tongue graze over a sensitive area. It sent millions of chills down my spine and I felt him tense.

"You close, baby?" I asked but it didn't need to be answered. I had all the proof I needed.

I could tell by the way his eyes were shut, the quickened pants against my skin, the way his hands were lacing themselves through my hair and the way his entire member shuttered and stiffened in my hands. Before I knew it he exploded, sending his whole body foreword with a harsh growl. I felt him leak onto my hands and I pulled my hands out of his jeans and popped open the glove compartment for some tissues. I wiped off my hands as Dean leaned back in the seat, breathing heavily and closing his eyes. I smiled and pecked his cheek, leaning my head onto his shoulder.

"God, Andy." He muttered and let out a slight chuckle as I buckled his pants up.

I smiled. "I'm guessing that's not complaining?" I joked and I felt him kiss my head.

"I'm gonna head inside and see if Kurt's still in there." Dean said suddenly and I pushed myself up and off of him as he fixed his belt and ran a hand through his hair. Why did it feel so much colder over here? I picked up his leather jacket before I sat on it and placed it over my shoulders, wrapping it around myself.

"Way to get what you want and leave." I replied sourly but I was kind of kidding. I knew I had to kid about it because we were working a case. But it wasn't like we were doing anything Sam wasn't doing. Or hell, he should have been doing. Sam hardly found anyone to go after and okay, that was the jobs fault. But if he didn't at least tell this woman he was interested I was going to smack him.

Dean stopped what he was doing and cupped my face, kissing me gently. "I'll be right back and then we can focus on what you want." I smiled. "Okay?" Dean cleared his throat. "I just want to make sure he didn't know we were following him and sneak out the back or anything."

"I'll call Sam and make sure everything is still okay over there."

Dean nodded and leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I'll be back, stay warm."

He opened the car door and headed on out. "If you're not back in five minutes, I'm undressing and starting without you."

Dean growled, sticking his head back in the car to kiss me. "Is that supposed to move my ass along there, Core?"

I giggled as I felt him push his lips on mine. I ran my hands over his back and neck as my tongue invaded his mouth. I pushed him back and smiled. "Yes, it is, now get going. The sooner you leave the sooner you can come back."

Dean smiled and ruffled my hair, closing the car door. He motioned for me to lock the doors and I did so and watched him walk up to the club and walk through the doors. I smiled slightly and reached for the phone off the dash, seeing it was going on nine. I wondered if we would have to watch him all night.

"Hello?" Sam answered almost immediately after it started ringing.

"How's it going?"

"She's asleep and I'm watching re-runs of The O.C. How do you think I'm doing?" He asked sarcastically and I smiled.

"Sure it's not General Hospital?" I heard him mutter for me to let that go or else and I giggled. "The O.C isn't so bad, drama queen. Watch it, you'll like it."

"Whatever." Sam sighed. "Did you call for a reason other than to comment on the Television?"

"Alright there Bitchy Pants…"

Sam sighed again and I knew he was rubbing his forehead. "Sorry, I'm tired."

"And bored?" I could hear his head nod. "Alright, so basically, we found Kurt and he's still at that club and while Dean's gone in to make sure he's still preoccupied I'm freezing to death in the car. I was just making sure everything was still okay there."

"Yeah, she fell asleep around two hours ago." Sam said quietly and I smiled as I saw Dean come back out of the club.

"You like her, huh?" I asked Sam and he chuckled.

"How do you always know what I'm thinking?"

"You and me are connected there, Psychic Wonder. I always know when you like someone."

"I do kind of make it obvious."

"Dean never knows." I smiled as Dean motioned for me to unlock the door and I shook my head at him. He glared at me and stood there, shifting on his feet.

"That's because Dean can't think past pie, sex or himself." Sam said with a chuckle, even though he was totally serious and actually on track with that.

Hell, I wasn't complaining about the second one. Usually when he thought of that it had something to do with me. "Alright, well, call if something comes up and I'll do the same. Okay?"

"Alright, see ya."

"Bye Sam." I hung up and put the phone on the dash. "Do you need something?" I asked Dean.

"You better open up the door, Andy."

I smirked. "Or what Winchester?"

"Or consider your ass to be sleeping in the bathtub tonight."

I frowned as I watched him put his hands in his pockets, trying to judge if he was serious. "You wouldn't do that…there's spiders galore in that bathroom."

Dean smiled slowly. "Then you better open up this door." I stuck out my tongue at him and he sighed, rolling his eyes. "Come on babe, I'm cold."

I nodded and unlocked the door. He hurriedly opened it and jumped inside, sitting down and closing the door. He sighed, rubbing his hands together and pulling his sleeves down over his hands.

"Its not that cold." I said sarcastically, mocking him like he always does me when I act the same way.

"Shut up, brat. If its not that cold, give me my jacket back." I shook my head and brought the jacket tighter around me and the sleeves up to my face. Dean smiled and hooked an arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap and closer to him. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

I adjusted to get comfortable. "He still in there?"

"Yeah, watching a very exotic blonde pole dancer in clear high heels." He smirked and I rolled my eyes, going to crawl off of him and he tightened his hold around my waist. "Where are you going?"

"I'm getting off so you can go back and watch."

He smiled and kissed the side of my head. "Now, what makes you think I would want to do that?" I just looked at him for a moment. Was he serious? Because he was Dean Winchester that's why. "Don't we have some unfinished business I need to take care of?" Him remembering just sent my lower half on goddamn fire. I just smiled and nodded and he grinned, kissing my lips.

He gently pushed his tongue past my lips and that warmed my entire body. He entangled it with my own and I let out a soft moan as he pushed the jacket off my shoulders. His hands dipped lower, playing with the buttons on my jeans. I sat up and helped him, wanting to give him better access. The better access he had the better it'd make me feel. I pulled my jeans down past my butt and sat down on him again; his fingers gently brushed against the lace of my underwear. Dean smiled against my lips as I sighed at the heat suddenly shooting itself through my veins.

He turned me around on his lap and leaned my back against his chest. He ran one of his hands over my stomach as his other dipped lower into my panties. I felt him lean his lips on my neck and suckle and kiss gently.

"I love pink lace." He said softly and I smiled.

I moved my head to the side and turned to meet his lips and kiss him. "I know you do. Why do you think I have that color more than anything else?"

His fingers didn't hesitate on entering my underwear and toying with the sensitive skin there. I gasped and Dean smirked, working his fingers gently in between folds and slick skin. He pushed two fingers into me and he twisted and turned his hand.

"You're not going to last long are you?" Dean asked with an entertaining grin. I would have glared if it wasn't for the euphoria taking over my expressions at the moment. He kept moving his fingers and his hand and I couldn't help rocking as he moved. When his thumb joined in and danced over a sensitive nub I went rigid.

I squeezed his arms and bit my lip as I bent at the waist and came with a muffled scream. Or as muffled as it could have been anyways. I'd have to learn how to fix that if I was hell bent on making Dean do this in public.

Dean kissed my head and pulled his hand out of my underwear. "You alright?"

I nodded, sighing deeply and relishing the last amount of pleasure pushing itself through my body. I leaned against Dean's chest and smiled. "I'm good. Really good."

Dean chuckled and ran a hand through my hair. "Good." After a moment of two Dean swore and I looked up and saw him looking through the windshield. I followed his stare and saw Kurt exit the club and head to his car.

I pulled myself off of Dean and pulled up my pants as Dean started the car. "You think we'll be doing this all night?" I asked as I buttoned my pants and I adjusted the leather jacket across my lap, seeing as how I was still a bit hot from the night's activities.

Dean sighed and slowly pulled the car out of it's spot to follow Kurt's car. "I hope not. We'll be sleeping in the car."

"You mean you'll be sleeping in the car. I'll be heading back to the motel to sleep in the bed." I quipped and Dean glared at me.

I smiled and leaned back against the seat. I sighed as the twenty minute trip brought us back to Kurt's house. I shook my head and watched him get out of his car and head in his apartment building. Five minutes later his room light flipped on and I shook my head, sinking down in the seat and closing my eyes.

This was just going to be too long of a night.

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So after an hour of basically just sitting there, my lower stomach was really starting to cramp and I couldn't point out what the hell it was. It couldn't have been the baby or anything, unless something was wrong but I highly doubted that there was. If I was cramping and losing blood then we'd have a problem. It wasn't from the being stuck in the car either. Usually my legs or lower back would start to cramp but I wasn't sitting here long enough for it to get that way. That usually happened three/four hours on the road. If it was a good day I could last up to six without complaining.

"You okay?" Dean asked me and I looked at him. "You've been really quiet since we got here."

"Yeah," I then winced as I sat up. "My stomach really hurts."

"Aw." Dean said softly and leaned over to kiss my head. "Anything I can do?"

I shrugged and then shook my head. "I don't know."

"You think it has something to do with…with what we did?" Dean asked and as I looked over at him he looked extremely worried and I gave him a quick kiss.

"I read in one of the baby books that its normal to have cramps after sex or after…whatever. It's just from that…the baby's fine, Dean."

He nodded and reached under me and around my waist. He brought me against him and I leaned my head back against his shoulder. His hands gently rubbed my stomach, soothing the cramps away.

I smiled and sighed. "Thank you."

Dean kissed the side of my head. "You're welcome. So what are you thinking today? Girl or boy?"

I sighed and closed my eyes, feeling his chest push up and down against my back and his hands gently ghosting across my stomach. "Boy."

Dean kissed my shoulder. "Any names?"

I shrugged. "I like Anthony and Henry. I don't know, I honestly haven't been thinking about it." I mentioned kind of guiltily and I felt Dean lean his face closer to mine, like he was trying to hear whispering or see my face.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, instead of thinking of baby showers and where we're going to buy and keep a crib my head as been full with the stupid yellow eyed demon, my fucking blood pressure and everything else that shouldn't get a second thought." I replied sourly, upset I was letting all the bad things get more thinking time than the good stuff. I could bet my left leg Dean wasn't doing that.

"You want to have a baby shower?" Dean asked, voice entertained to benefit me and make me smile. And it did.

"Yeah, granted there wouldn't be a lot of people there. But I want one."

Dean chuckled. "You just want the presents."

I giggled and snuggled against his chest. "Is that so bad? That's perfectly normal."

Dean shrugged and kissed my neck. "Maybe you can talk to Ellen and have it at the Roadhouse. You can invite Jo and your selfish cousin."

I smirked. "Oh, that'll be a party."

"Yeah, we'll have to make sure there's lots of booze and not a lot of objects to throw."

"Especially since Jo and Ellen aren't on good terms." His hands continued to slightly push against my stomach and I sighed, shifting. "I mean, I don't know, does it sound like a good idea?"

I turned and rested myself against his chest, snuggling my nose into the crook of his arm. His one hand still lightly massaged my abdomen every once and a while, while the other ran it's fingers through my hair.

"Yeah, it sounds fine. We could end up getting some more clothes…something other than purple socks." I giggled and I felt his smile light up his face. "Some bottles and blankets with, like, little ducks on them."

"You don't even like ducks." I said thoughtfully.

"Yeah," He said quietly and left a gentle kiss on my head. "But you do."

I looked up and smiled at him. "But its not all about me, silly. It took two to make him or her so therefore it'll take two for everything else." He kissed my nose and I smiled, leaning up to peck his lips. "You think sleeping is a bad or good idea?" I asked. The combination of Dean's breathing against my chest, his steady heartbeat against my ear, the warmth of the car and the lack of activity was putting me out.

Dean shrugged and looked out the front window of the Impala. "I don't see why not. All that's been interesting in the last ten minutes was watching Kurt get up from his couch and nearly trip over the carpet with a beer in his hand."

"You can see that from here?" I asked with a giggle that turned into a yawn and smiled as I felt Dean place his leather jacket over my shoulders.

"Well, I saw the top of his head in the window and saw him nearly fall…the rest was just imagination set off from boredom."

"We could play a game to pass the time." I suggested and Dean chuckled and ran a hand through my hair and then rested it on my forehead.

"I thought you were tired."

"Are you denying entertainment?" I joked and Dean smirked.

"No never, not the entertainment enjoyment of Andrea Core." Dean mocked and I couldn't help but smile and kiss the end of his chest, right near his armpit. "What did you have in mind?"

I giggled and Dean scrunched his eyebrows. "All I have is eye spy."

Dean then rolled his eyebrows and placed a hand over my mouth as I continued to laugh at the notion. "Alright, I think I liked you better when you were falling asleep."

"Come on, two rounds and I'll conk out okay?" Dean chuckled in response and leaned his chair back. I re-adjusted myself on his chest and sighed. "Okay, I spy with my little eye something…black."

"Your shirt."

I scrunched my nose. "My shirt is a navy blue, you dork."

I felt Dean shrug. "It looks black to me."

I poked him in his ribs and he jerked. "That's not it, guess again."

"Uhm, alright black…black." He kept muttering the name as he looked around the car and outside. Although when I let out a small laugh he stopped looking and scoffed, closing his eyes for a moment. "We're in something black. The Impala."

"Good job, Dean."

I could fee Dean roll his eyes. "Shut up."

I smiled, kissing his chest. "Your turn."

"I spy with my little eye something yellow."

I leaned up off of Dean and kissed his nose. I then looked around the car for yellow things. But it was dark and only the moon and the one street light was giving me light. It was enough to see but I guess that's why Dean confused a dark navy blue and a black. I nearly rolled my eyes. It for some reason pissed me off that he couldn't remember what I was wearing. But I bet you he could remember my underwear color or what that blonde was wearing in that club. See the connection?

"Uhm, is it in the car?"

"Am I allowed to give you clues?" I stuck out my lower lip and wobbled it purposely. He laughed and kissed it. "Don't pout, just look."

I nodded and leaned towards the passenger seat, looking around the floor. I felt Dean lean back and when I turned to look at him he was back into the same position but there was something in his hands. Something yellow.

I smiled slowly. "And what is that? And you're a cheat. That was behind the seat. I couldn't have seen that."

"Well, you leaned to look at the passenger seat, could have done the same with the back."

I smirked and playfully punched his arm. "What is it?" He unfolded it and I grinned. It was a baby blanket with little duckies on them. I shook my head and happy, over reactive tears filled my eyes. "Where did you get it?"

"I uh, picked it up the other day when I went out with Sam." Dean's face shifted and he cupped my face. "Why does everything I get you lately make you cry?"

I chuckled but it sounded like a wet sponge. "Because I'm an over emotional idiot." I joked.

"You're not an idiot. Just please tell me those are happy tears. Because I was…99.7 percent sure you liked ducks."

I nodded and smiled, throwing my arms around his neck. "Really happy tears, Dean."

He put his arms around me, the blanket falling in-between us. "Good, because I wouldn't have it any other way." He whispered and kissed my head.

I smiled and the tears fell off my face and onto his neck which made him squeeze me tighter against him. He had no idea how happy he made me.

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I don't know how long I was sleeping for. But when I woke up Dean wasn't there. I was face down on the driver's seat and his jacket was over my shoulders and I shivered as I sat up. Dean's body was supposed to be against mine. So where was he? I tried not to get too alarmed and looked outside before I started to spaz. I saw Dean standing outside near the apartment building. He was looking up two floors at Kurt's window and I sighed, slipping his jacket on as I got out of the car.

"Hey."

He turned around, surprised to see me. "Hey, sorry, I left like three minutes ago. I swear you were fast asleep."

I shrugged. "It's okay. I know we're on a case." Dean shrugged right back and mumbled something. "What?"

"I said, I still don't like leaving you to wake up alone."

I smiled and leaned into kiss his cheek which was cold from standing outside. Suddenly we heard glass shattering and when I looked up at Kurt's room the lights were out.

"Wait here." Dean instructed, getting his gun ready.

"But Dean—" I tried as he went inside.

"Stay." Dean bellowed and I scoffed, backing up a step as I saw him run inside.

What? Was I a fucking dog now? Screw that. Dean could be mad all he wanted to be later and I'd make sure I'd stand out of the line of fire, but I wasn't just going to stand out on the curb like I was tied to a leash. From what I had observed, since I was never really in the apartment or anything, I was guessing Kurt was on the second floor. I wasn't that far behind Dean either, so if I took the stairs I'd be able to catch up with him and see where the hell he was going.

I took the stairs, two at a time and when I reached the second floor I looked around the shitty apartment complex. Grey doors, tan carpet and white walls; there wasn't much to see. I heard growling, like a dog gone psycho on rabies and then a very loud and very hard thump. I turned down the hall and saw the first door was open and walked slowly towards it. I didn't have a gun and if Dean had knocked the werewolf out or into something and I got in the way he'd be so angry that I swear he probably wouldn't talk to me for a week.

I peeked my head in the room and looked around. I was in some type of living room and the couch was right in front of an on TV and the glass doors to the balcony was open, the cold night air fluttering the white thin blinds back and forth.

"Dean?" I called out attentively. I walked closer to the couch and gasped, covering my mouth as a grimace made its way forth.

Okay, Kurt was definitely not the werewolf. His body, torn open and I'm guessing heart missing, was strung out on the carpet. The once green carpet now a dark red. I shook my head and saw Dean knocked out against the side wall, gun still in hand. I ran to him, trying to avoid the blood as I kneeled next to him.

"Dean?" I tried shaking him awake. He let out a soft groan but didn't open his eyes. Fuck was the main word going through my head. I needed to get him out of here before the cops or anyone for that matter showed up.

I grabbed his gun and put the safety on and stuck it in the back of my jeans and tried hoisting his body against my own. I'd need to carry him out of here and that was all there was to it. The stairs and elevator were right by this room so all I would need to do was get his arm around my shoulders and essentially balance his weight against me. Enough to drag him into the elevator and to the car.

"Alright, come on babe." I muttered and put his one arm around my shoulder. I groaned and my legs buckled for a moment as I lifted him from the ground. I dragged him forwards and I sighed as I realized that he was really out of it. His feet were barely moving against the ground. Not to mention he was fucking heavy and my shoulder and spine were throbbing from the weight. But I really had no choice and once I started getting moving, it wasn't that bad.

I closed the door behind me, looking up and down the hall to make sure no one was there and went to the elevator. Luckily it was on this floor already and I didn't have to wait. I pulled Dean into the elevator and pressed one as I leaned him against the side. I sighed and cupped his face.

"Dean?" I tried. I gently tapped his face but I didn't even get a groan this time. "You're lucky I didn't stay like you wanted me to, you over protective jackass. Just look at whose dragging you back to your car." I mumbled and searched his pockets for the car keys. I found them in his back pocket and sighed as I adjusted him back on my shoulder.

I finally got Dean in the passenger seat. How you might ask? I have no idea. All I know is that my back hurt and that the car was actually closer to the building then I remember and that I couldn't feel much of Dean's weight when I finally got him there because my spine was numb. I winced as I cracked my back when I stretched. I put the keys in the ignition and pulled out of the space.

"Well, looks like Kurt isn't our werewolf."

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Dean groaned as I put the washcloth on his face. He had slept the entire night, well, I guess that's what happens when a werewolf conks you out against a wall. But then of course, I hadn't gotten any sleep. I was worried sick about him, trying to figure out if he had a concussion or what I should do if he hadn't woken up. He'd be pissed if I would have taken him to a hospital but if he hadn't of woken up that's the exact thing I would have done.

"Oh, thank God." I muttered as he scrunched his eyebrows as he opened his eyes. "You okay?"

He winced and put a hand to his head. "What happened?" His voice sounded broken and scratchy.

"From what I know, werewolf totally spun your ass. I found you against a wall near a bloody Kurt's body."

"Oh shit." Dean swore and sat up quickly. Unfortunately, that made the room spin for him and he groaned, closing his eyes and dipping foreword with his head in his hands.

"Whoa, easy babe. I think you might have had a concussion." I leaned foreword and grasped his shoulders as he rested his head on my shoulder. "You can't move too quickly, alright?" I told him and he nodded mutely. I rubbed his back and sighed, leaning down to kiss his head. I felt his hands gently massage the sides of his head as he just sat there for a few moments. "You okay?" Stupid question. "You want me to get you anything?"

"Advil, please." He asked gently and it sounded like he was in a lot of pain. I continued to rub his back and I finally pulled back to look at his face. I smiled and left a long kiss on his cheek. I got up and looked for the Advil for him. "How did I get back here?"

"I dragged you."

"You what?"

I turned to look at him. "I. Dragged. You." I said slowly and his eyes widened a bit.

"You're kidding me." He seemed angry and I rolled my eyes as I turned to fill him up a cup of water.

"What's the problem?" I asked and gathered the pills in my hands. I went to sit next to him and he hurriedly downed the pills and water.

"Andy, come on, think. You're pregnant and you put that kind of weight and stress on yourself?"

"What did you want me to do?" I asked angrily. "Just leave you there unconscious? It's bad enough I was up all freaking night worried about you."

Dean sighed and placed the water on the nightstand and rubbed his temples. He shook his head. "I'm sorry." He said gently and pulled me into a hug, much to my protest. But the thing with Dean was he could make me melt so easily and I had been so mad at him one minute and now that his arms were around me I wasn't. I just snuggled into his shoulder and sighed; glad he was awake and okay.

"Dean did you see who the werewolf was?" I asked as he pulled back.

He suddenly looked very alarmed and got up to get his leather jacket and put it on. "We gotta go."

"What, why?"

"Because its Madison, Andy." And my heart plummeted. "Madison is the werewolf."

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We called Sam and told him that Madison was the werewolf and I swear he must have denied me three times. Dean told him to go check under her right arm; apparently he had nicked her with a sliver knife before she kicked him into the wall. Sam didn't say anything after he checked, actually after he figured out she was the werewolf he hung up. Although I didn't think anything was wrong. He knew what he had to do. Actually, maybe that's what was wrong. Sam had to tie her up to a chair and that was the problem. I felt horrible that I had to call him and tell him that, especially since I knew Sam liked Madison. Why the hell was God such an ironic bastard sometimes? It just wasn't fair to Sam.

"We have to be gentle." I said quietly as Dean and I made our way to Madison's door.

Dean knocked. "Why? She's a werewolf, not a teddy bear."

I sighed and looked at him. "Sam likes her." I said pointedly and Dean rolled his eyes. How could he be such a jackass over this? "Imagine it was me, Dean."

Dean's eyes clouded and for a moment I could see the small amount of alarm, hurt and understanding in his eyes. Yeah, he understood and would now take it easy on Sam that he put himself in his shoes as saw me as the werewolf. This wasn't going to be an easy case. Why couldn't anything be easy?

Sam opened up the door and my heart nearly broke at how upset he was. Visibly upset. "Are you okay?" I asked gently and he just shook his head and we walked past him and inside. I saw Madison tied to a chair and she had been crying. She looked terrified. Kind of weird for her being a werewolf.

"I need to talk to you two." Sam said and motioned us into the kitchen. Dean and I followed him and he leaned against the kitchen sink. "She says she has no idea what I'm talking about."

Dean shrugged. "She's lying."

"Dean." I said somewhat harshly. Why couldn't we at least hear Sam out?

Sam sighed. "Or maybe she really doesn't know she's changing, you know? Maybe when the creature takes over, she blacks out."

Dean just looked at him and then gave me this look that said he was sorry for what he was about to say. "She ganked boss and her ex-boyfriend. That doesn't sound rash and unconscious." Although, I had to agree with him. I just shifted on my feet.

"What if some animal part of her brain saw both those guys as threats? What if she has no control over it—"

"Exactly." Dean said loudly, cutting Sam off. "She can't control it. Even if she's telling the truth, it's not gonna change anything."

"I'm not putting a bullet through some girl's chest who has no idea what's happening!" Sam said emotionally and I sighed, stepping towards and between the two brothers before screaming or something else started.

"Okay, okay." I said calmly. "Sam, just tell us what you're thinking." Dean sighed annoyingly and I ignored him, giving Sam a look that told him to ignore him too.

"Our dad had a theory." He told me calmly, which was just the opposite of what he looked like. "Lycanthropy might have a cure if you kill the werewolf who bit you, severing the bloodline. It's worth a shot."

Dean rubbed a hand over his face and I knew he still had one hell of a headache but that shouldn't of given him the right to be such an asshole. "We don't even know where to start looking, all right? I mean, the puppy that bit her could be anyone, anywhere. It could've been years ago."

Sam looked up at us and I could tell he just had a 'eureka' moment. "No. I don't think so."

Dean exchanged looks with me and he shrugged as I glared at him. "What part of gentle don't you understand?" I asked him quietly as Sam lead us back to where Madison was sitting.

He shook his head and winced slightly. "I'm sorry alright? My head is pounding."

I sighed and shook my head, damning all that was good that I couldn't help but feel a slight bit sympathetic. I nodded and kissed his cheek, hoping that would take some pain away. As I pulled back he smiled softly and nodded in thanks. We then both turned our attention to Sam who was talking to Madison about some sort of attack. Apparently one she had experienced a month ago and she had the little bite on the back of her neck to prove it. She was damn lucky too, it could have been a whole lot worse. Sam turned around and looked at us and I nodded. It made sense.

Sam pulled us into the hallway near the front door and I glanced at Madison as Sam spoke to us.

"She was attacked the same place where those other murders happened. I'm telling you, it's a werewolf's hunting grounds."

I could literally feel Dean's shrug. "Maybe, but that doesn't mean it's gonna be out there tonight."

"It's the right time of the lunar cycle." I said quietly and then looked back at them.

"Maddie's probably gonna turn soon." Dean said suddenly, going into that protective mode he loved so much. "We can't just let her take off to an all-you-can-eat buffet."

"I'll stay with her." Sam said quietly and I nodded.

"I will too." I offered and Dean sighed, looking at me. Like I had done it on purpose to spite him. "I don't wanna be running after werewolves, okay Dean? I'm tired as it is."

Dean nodded and then looked at Sam. "And if she busts loose?" Sam didn't answer and Dean swallowed. "Sam?"

"I'll do it." Sam replied quietly. It unfortunately was no where near convincing enough.

Dean looked at me and shook his head. "Sam, Andy is going to be here with you…" Why did he need to emphasize my name for it to mean something? Because I was pregnant and meant so much to Dean that Sam was really going to do it just for that?

Sam nearly exploded with his answer, like mentioning me made him all the more angrier and upset. "I'll shoot her, all right? At least go look for the thing." His throat seemed to close and I wanted to squeeze his hand or something. "Dean, please. We can save this girl."

Dean just nodded. "Fine."

I walked Dean to the door and he gave me a long kiss on the forehead. He then handed me a gun and I watched him check the bullets and put the safety on before he handed it to me. "Be careful, okay?"

I nodded. "I will. I'm exhausted though, I'll probably be asleep if you call my cell or anything."

"I'm sorry I made you stay up last night."

I smiled slightly. "It's not your fault, you were unconscious."

Dean smiled and gave me another small kiss. "I'll be back, hopefully with something good."

"Be careful." I called after him as he went down the hall. He waved one more time and then was off. I turned and shut the door, leaning against it and saw Sam circle Madison's chair. I think now would have been a good time to sleep.

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"So you ended up having to drag Dean's ass all the way back to the motel?" Sam asked as he sat next to me on the couch.

"Yeah, and dude, I never knew his ass was that heavy."

"Its from all those damn Gummy Worms."

I giggled and Sam smiled slightly. "How you doing Sam, with everything?" I asked gently, not wanting to poke and prod but wanting to know if there was anything I could do.

Sam turned around and looked at Madison. The chair she was in was closer to the bedroom than to us so if Sam whispered something or even talked normally I highly doubt she would have been able to make it out.

"I really like her." Sam said softly, damn near choking up right then and there. He wouldn't look at me when he talked either. I guess it was easier with the curtain of hair covering his eyes. "And I can't even think about what we might have to do if—"

"Hey." I said gently, interrupting him and reaching for his hand. I squeezed him tightly and leaned my forehead against his one shoulder. "Don't think that way yet, okay? Maybe this will work."

"Yeah and maybe it won't."

"Dude, stop being glass half empty, you know that's totally my job." I said with a smile and I felt Sam chuckle.

He squeezed my hand. "Thanks Andy."

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I fell asleep while watching TV with Sam and didn't wake up until I felt Sam move. I think I had managed to conk out on his arm so when he moved I was wide awake like someone had dropped a bunch of pots and pans. Actually just as I sat up from the couch I saw Sam had his weapon in hand and at the ready. Madison was up from her chair, hair wild, eyes electric blue and teeth and claws like a really bad nightmare. Oh shit was the first thing that came to mind.

When she saw me she snarled and I froze, seeing as how I couldn't reach for my weapon without seeming to set her off. And second I didn't want to shoot her, for Sam if anything. But instead of going after me, she ran at Sam, I guess seeing him as a threat she needed to get rid of because of the gun. He ducked out of the way and grabbed her arm, spinning her around and slamming her into what looked like a storage closet. He quickly slammed the door and I got up to help him shove a heavy table in front of it. Once we were both sure it could hold her, we backed up.

I looked at Sam and sighed. I wondered if this meant that Dean couldn't accomplish what we had been hoping for.

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I heard a door shut and turned on the couch, shuffling further under the blanket. Was it morning already? The last thing I remembered was shoving Madison in the closet and trying to get some sleep. I heard birds chirping and shook my head. It had to be morning.

"Where's Andy?"

"Asleep on the couch." Sam answered quietly.

I felt Dean sit on the edge of the couch and run a hand through my hair. "How'd it go here?"

"She turned, tried to kill us and I locked her in a closet." Sam replied deadpanned and Dean chuckled humorlessly.

"Sounds just like another day at the office." Sam scoffed in response and I felt Dean turn me over and pick me up in his arms. "I'm going to take her out to the car."

"What happened with you?" Sam asked before Dean could leave.

I snuggled my head into Dean's shoulder as he tightened his hold underneath my knees. "Glen turned her." Dean replied sullenly and I felt his whole chest shake and vibrate as he spoke. "It was sort of sad, actually. Glen had no clue what was going on." Sam said nothing and I felt Dean shift. "Alright, well, you might want to let her out of the closet. I'll meet you outside."

After Dean took the elevator and set me in the back of the Impala, I shifted and stretched, bringing my arms up above my head. I shook my head and I heard Dean smirk.

"Okay, now imagine you carrying me with like an elephant added weight and you'll have some vague idea of what I had to deal with the other night."

Dean rolled his eyes as I felt him sit next to me in the car. "I don't weigh as much as an elephant." He commented and I smiled, leaning up and turning to lay on his lap instead. He smiled and ran a hand through my hair as I snuggled my nose into his stomach and wrapped my one arm around his waist. "You still tired?"

"I only got a few hours. I kept worrying Madison was going to break loose and Sam wouldn't have any backup." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of cinnamon.

"Right, because you're really needed when it comes to backup." Dean wisecracked and I harshly poked him in his side. "Ow!"

"That's what you get. You can no longer say anything of that nature. I basically dragged your sorry unconscious ass back to the motel."

Dean chuckled. "True." I heard him close the Impala door and shift, running a hand along my back. "We might have to stay and keep an eye on her, see if she changes or not. So you can grab some more sleep. Hell, I might even join you."

"How's your head?" I asked sleepily.

"Well, it no longer has it's own drum line so…it's okay I guess."

"Good, I was really worried about you."

Dean leaned down and kissed my head. "I know you were, I'm sorry."

"You should have just let me come with you. I'll stay out of the line of fire and stuff. Believe me, I don't want to get hurt as much as you don't want me to. But I'd rather be there in case."

I felt Dean nod. "I'll loosen up okay? But it only takes a split second for something to go wrong. And I refuse to let that second be my fault, you understand?"

I nodded and nestled closer to him. "I understand, Dean."

I heard someone knock on the window a few moments later and opened one eye to see Madison at the window, Sam behind her. Dean rolled down the window.

"You know, for a stake-out, your car's a bit conspicuous." I heard Dean let out a small chuckle but I knew him well enough to know that he hadn't thought it was funny. "Sam told me the gist on why you're still here so…if we're gonna wait it out…we might as well do it together."

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So we waited out the day. Between cable and beers (unfortunately it was iced tea for me), lunch, really horrible movies, naps and a ton, and I mean millions, of card games later the day was over and the sun was beginning to set again. I saw Sam smile at Madison and I felt Dean's hand snake down and squeeze mind. Now, hadn't this been worth it? Didn't this girl's life mean something now that we saved it? And that smile and that warm feeling I knew Sam was feeling. That had been enough for me. It had all been worth it just for that.

"Does…does this mean it worked?" She asked us hopefully but she was looking at Sam.

Sam smiled, totally relieved. "Yeah. I think so."

"Oh, God, thank you. Thank you so much." She said thankfully and pulled Sam into a hug. Dean cleared his throat and I rolled my eyes, nudging him.

"You don't need to thank him." I commented and Dean glared at me.

"No," She said, pulling back from Sam. "Thanks to both of you."

Dean chuckled. "Aw, don't mention it." There was an awkward pause and I looked at Dean and then at the door. He got the motion and smiled at me. "Well, I think we're just gonna head back to the hotel."

I nodded, backing towards the door. "And…watch some Pay-Per-View or something."

Dean chuckled. "I doubt we'll be watching paper view."

I rolled my eyes and pulled on his jacket to head out the door. Dear God, did he just air fist Sam and Madison?

"You just embarrassed him, you know." I said as we got to the elevator and piled inside.

Dean shrugged, wrapping his arms around my waist as the door closed. He pushed me against one of the walls and started kissing my neck. I giggled but didn't have enough energy to push him off. Hell, its not like I wanted to anyways.

"What is this all about?" I asked playfully and Dean pulled back with a small kiss on my lips.

"Well, we'll have this time to ourselves and I figure if Sam's getting nookie…"

"I hate that word." I said annoyingly but smiled nonetheless. "You figure you can get some too?"

He nodded. "That's the plan."

"We'll see." I said simply and pulled back from him in a rush as the elevator doors opened and I walked out. "I guess it really depends on how well you can master foreplay."

Dean grinned and followed me, gently grabbing my ass as we made it to the Impala. "Lucky for you sweetheart, I got a master's degree in foreplay."

I giggled. That I didn't doubt.

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Unfortunately, any type of morning after routine was ruined. But I guess that couldn't be described as Sam's fault. He had run back to the motel or snagged a car or something. But whatever it was, it had him pounding on the motel door breathless. Madison was gone. She had changed right before his eyes last night and he couldn't catch her in time. Dean and I got dressed as soon as we could so we could head out and find her. Sam looked so upset. Like he was going to break down at any minute. I think that's why Dean was so quiet as we made phone calls and looked around. Any time he opened his mouth things tended to come out on the sarcastic side. I think one little joke, whether it was to help the tension or not, would break Sam into pieces and neither Dean or I wanted that.

But the thing was, Sam couldn't look at the only option we seemed to have and Dean and I weren't saying anything. We had called everyone, any hunter we could think of to see if they knew anything but it was all the same answer that Sam didn't want to hear.

"We just have to look harder until we find something." Sam said softly and stood outside the Impala.

Dean looked at me and sighed. "Sammy, I don't think we've got a choice here anymore." Sam just looked at Dean and shook his head. "I hate to say it. She's a sweet girl, but part of her is—"

"Evil?" Sam filled in. How the hell did I know this was going to go here? Dean just nodded. "Yeah, that's what they say about me, Dean or Andy." Dean bit the inside of his lip and looked away. "So, me you won't kill or your pregnant girlfriend, but her you're just gonna blow away?"

"Sam, stop it." I said angrily. Before the smoke curling out of Dean's ears set something on fire. "That's not fair."

"How is it—" He was cut off, thank God, by his ringing cell phone and Sam hurriedly answered it.

According the phone conversation Madison was up by Middle Point. The problem wasn't going to get her. The problem was what we were going to do when we did. This was just one of the times that I wished my mom would have never died and my dad would have never met John Winchester. And then, of course, as I squeezed Dean's hand I felt horrible for thinking it. Because unfortunately, if it wouldn't have been for my mom and dad and for what happened to them I would have never been with Sam and Dean and know them like I do now. We would have grown apart, had separate lives and separate futures. And not knowing Dean? Is something I can't even imagine.

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I leaned against the couch, trying to think of anything to help. All those years of studying with my dad and John and I couldn't think of one goddamn thing?

"Is there something else we can try to make it go away?" Madison asked, donning Sam's button down shirt and not much else.

"We'll find something. I mean, there's gotta be some answer, somewhere."

Dean shook his head and I knew he had to do this. He had to be the constant reminder that fluff wasn't always the best thing. Telling someone that it was all going to be okay when it couldn't be wasn't exactly the best thing. "That's not entirely true. Madison, you deserve to know." And Sam's glare was deadly. "We've scoured every source. There's just no cure."

Madison looked at Sam. "Is he right?" Sam just shook his head and turned away, confirming what Dean said.

I sighed. "I mean, we could lock you up at night, but…when you bust out, and some night you will, someone else dies." I said quietly and I felt my throat constrict with tears. "I'm sorry. I am."

Madison nodded, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She looked at gun that Dean had set on the table when we had walked in and picked it up. I shook my head and swallowed. It felt like rocks and pebbles in my throat. She then approached Sam who was crying as hard as Madison and I couldn't watch this happen. I excused myself and went into the kitchen. I heard Madison beg Sam to save her, that she couldn't do this by herself. Tears over poured my lashes and my throat felt like it had streaks of sandpaper on it. It hurt to swallow and to breathe.

I heard Dean and Sam come into the kitchen a moment later. I looked at Sam, who had a million tear tracks down his face. "Sam. I'm sorry." I said softly and he shook his head. The voice didn't sound like my own.

"No, you guys are right. She's right." He said and motioned to her.

Dean looked at me and then at his brother. "Sammy, I got this one. I'll do it."

"She asked me to." Tears were dripping off his nose and onto his gray t-shirt. I'd never be able to get those tears out when I washed it.

Sam took the gun from Dean and sniffled pathetically as he turned to head into the living room again. He sighed and tried to put on a brave face. But it was useless. I was close to sobbing, Dean had one single tear dropping off his lashes and Sam was crying too. What did a brave face do?

"Just wait here." He told us and I leaned next to Dean, clutching the protective coin in my one hand.

I flinched as I heard the single gunshot, a single sob going with it. I felt Dean wrap an arm around my waist and bring me towards his chest. I sobbed quietly, small wracking sobs that shook him.

And all I could think of was, 'I had Dean, who was going to hold Sam?'

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