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Chapter 52: Folsom Prison Blues Part 1

Yarrow flowers. A lot of them along a deserted road. I've been here before but I can't exactly place my bearings. Was I here in a dream or here in real life? With Sam and Dean. Or had I been here before them? Before when my father was on his own and my life was happy? I glanced around at the dirt, four roads coming to one point in the middle. This wasn't a happy place. I was at a crossroads. I turned in the general direction of where the four roads met; my feet had been planted on the side among the yellow flowers. There was a man, bending over the center, shoving a box into the dirt.

I had to stop him. He had to know that he couldn't make deals here. That it'd cost him his life. That it'd hurt the ones he loved. I tried moving but I was walking differently. I looked down to see if my feet were caught on something but I wasn't. I couldn't see my feet. I placed a hand over my very pregnant belly. How did I go from five months to nine?

I wobbled over to the man, trying to call out to him but my voice not making any sound. He stood slowly and dusted his hands off on his pants. I knew him. The dark jeans, and olive colored button down…Dean.

"Dean?"

He turned quickly to look at me. He was more rugged looking, like he hadn't shaved in a while and hadn't had much sleep. His hands were dirty from the dirt and I could faintly smell alcohol as the wind blew in his direction.

"Andy?" His voice was rough. Nothing like it was supposed to be. This wasn't my Dean. Dean didn't have dark purple, almost painful looking bruises under his weary eyes from lack of care. "I thought I left you at Bobby's."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're not supposed to be here." He took a step towards me and his eyes were cold, lifeless. Like he didn't love me anymore.

"Why are you here?" I glanced around him at the hole he had just dug with his hands. My eyes filled with tears. "What did you do?"

He swallowed and his eyes softened. "I love you." He said gently. He leaned his lips into mine and brushed them gently. I took his in, enveloping him as close as my pregnant stomach would allow. He held me tightly and kissed me hard. Like it was the last chance he was going to get.

When he pulled back he had tears down his face and my breath stifled as a beautiful woman with black eyes appeared behind him. He shook his head. "I'm sorry."

I jolted awake and looked around the room. Sam wasn't in his bed and I leaned up, looking for Dean. I kept having that dream. The same one, for the past few weeks. I rubbed my forehead. I couldn't get it to go away and I couldn't tell Dean, for some reason. I mean, after all, it was just a dream. Right? Because even though I knew my dreams were sometimes visions, I knew that one would just never come true. Dean would never end up at a crossroads, especially with me being pregnant. It'd be a last resort. Hell, it wouldn't be an option. Never. No matter what the cost was.

Dean was across the room in the kitchen, his back to me. Making something. It smelled like hot chocolate. Tears built in my eyes at the stupid dream. Dean was wearing the exact thing he had on in my dream. Was it a coincidence? Or was it just my head playing tricks on me. I mean, I had seen him wear that combination of clothes before. So maybe it was just all in my head.

Dean turned around, placing a mug on the table and smiled when he saw I was awake. His face was warm and clean shaven, not rugged and cold with angry lines. His hair was neatly gelled and it made me want to run my hands through it.

"Hey sleepy head, I was just about to wake you." He sat on the bed and ruffled my hair. He smelled like soap and cinnamon. Not of dirt and alcohol. I knew this Dean, he was mine. Not the sad excuse for a man that I had met in my dream. I wanted to kiss him, to prove that fact as well. Wanted to feel soft, warm lips instead of chapped iced ones. But I guess I could wait for that. Wait till after a brushed my teeth. I just looked at him and nodded, not knowing what else to do. I wondered if I should tell Sam; tell one of the Winchester brothers so it didn't feel like a weight on my chest. So it didn't feel like I was keeping some big secret. Besides, if something did happen. And the very slim chance made my spine turn to ice, at least it wouldn't bite us in the ass and we could stop it.

Dean cupped my face and his fingers stroked behind my ear. His hand was warm and soft against my skin. "You alright? You look a little pale."

I sighed and nodded, kissing his palm. "Yeah, I'm fine." My voice was thick with sleep. I cleared my throat. "I guess I'm just a little nervous about today."

"It's just a checkup." He placed an open hand on my stomach and stroked the t-shirt covered skin thoughtfully. I smiled slightly; I was five months pregnant today. They'd be able to know the sex of the baby. Excited butterflies fluttered in my stomach and Dean smiled.

My smile turned into a frown and took a deep breath to calm the butterflies down. Yeah, just a checkup. I was supposed to be going to the hospital for checkups two times a month. But the Winchesters and I barely made time for one. We're lucky that hadn't come back to bite us in the ass or anything.

"Yeah, except last time I had pre-eclampsia." I said quietly.

I felt Dean stiffen beside me, like he hadn't remembered I had that problem. That I could still have that problem. He took one of my hands and squeezed it tightly. "The doctors last month didn't seem worried. Your blood pressure was fine and all the tests were negative."

"Yeah." I ran my other hand through my hair. "I know, never mind."

Dean let go of my hand and I looked up at his hazel eyes, which were soft in color. He cupped my face with both of his hands and lean in close to kiss my eyebrow. I closed my eyes against his lips as they lingered there and I felt his hot breathe against my face.

"You'll be fine." He said quietly. "Okay?" I nodded and inched closer to him. I looked up and kissed his nose and he wriggled it cutely. I smiled and pulled back from him. "Besides," He continued after a moment. He rubbed his nose and held my hand again. "We'll get to know the sex of the baby today." He grinned and I couldn't help but feel relaxed by him; extremely excited even. It always made me happy to know that Dean was excited by this baby, that he actually couldn't wait to have a kid with me. "I have ten bucks on girl." I giggled and Dean smiled slowly. "What?"

"You're betting?"

"Hey, Sam bet ten on boy. I had to."

"I guess I should have known with you two."

I rolled my eyes and pulled the sheets back, sitting next to him. His warm thigh connected with mine and I leaned into him until my arm hit his. He put his arm over my shoulder and rubbed my shoulder as I inched into him. He was like a big, warm, blanket.

I sniffed and recognized a lingering tangy smell in the motel room. "Did you cut open an orange or something?"

"Yeah, I was hungry and Sam hasn't brought back breakfast yet." Dean pouted. And before I could kiss his lower lip he got up and peeled an orange peel back from the skin and smiled at me. "Wanna share it with me?"

I smirked as he put it in-between his teeth. I leaned foreword, kissing his nose before I took the orange in my mouth. He pushed and then relaxed his teeth when our lips met. Our lips meshed against the orange, suckling it gently as I felt Dean's hand curl around my head. I laced my arms around his neck and shuffled closer. Then after a few moments we bit, separating the orange between our mouths.

Dean swallowed and smiled at me. "I kind of like eating oranges that way."

I licked my lips, tasting the orange and Dean. "Yeah, not too bad."

Dean leaned in close and rubbed his nose against mine. "Mind if I get seconds?" I started to get up to get another orange but he pulled on my arm, ushering me down and wrapping an arm around my waist. "Not of the oranges. Of you."

I smiled and nodded. "You can have that as many times as you like."

He grinned and pushed his lips against mine, his tongue flowing into my mouth. I ran my hands through his hair, kissing him hungrily. It was so hard to get this close to him anymore, it made my body feel better. From my pregnancy I had all these aches and muscle cramps that sometimes Advil couldn't even take the edge off. It was amazing to me that Dean could make me feel better by just doing this.

I pulled back when my lungs needed air and sighed happily. I then looked at the bathroom door, seeing it was open and then glanced behind me and I forgot Sam hadn't been in bed. "Where's Sam?"

"What? I'm not enough to wake up to?"

I poked his side and he chuckled, pulling me closer to him and kissing my head. "He's getting breakfast and a newspaper."

"No cases?" I put a hand on his thigh, gently rubbing over the material.

"No, not yet. Besides even if we did, we'll worry about it tomorrow. Today all we're focusing on is you."

I grunted. "I don't need the attention today, Dean."

"Oh yes you do, Sam and I already decided."

"How do you two plan so many things when I'm around you all the time?" I pouted and he caught my bottom lip in his, suckling for a moment. He then let go and pecked my lips.

"Easy, when you go to sleep we sneak out to bars and strip clubs to talk about things." I glared and his lips twitched, like he was trying to keep from smiling. "Not to mention some girls dig brothers…"

I clamped a hand over his mouth and pushed him back on the bed. I laid next to his side and shifted uncomfortably. He was snickering against my hand and I poked him in his side again. "You better be joking or you'll pay. Pregnant or not."

He raised his eyebrows and licked his bottom lip. "What? You gonna punish me?" He smirked and placed both his hands behind his head and adjusted himself. "I mise well just keep doing what I'm doing."

I rolled my eyes and laid my head over his heart. He moved his hands now, his one arm coming to rest across my back. I listened to his gentle heartbeat for a moment, running my one hand over his chest and tracing shapes all the way down to his stomach. His muscles twitched under my hand.

"That tickles." He said softly so I stopped my hand and settled for my arm going around his waist.

"I hate having a big stomach." I pouted.

I could hear Dean roll his eyes, his voice vibrating against my ear. "Leave it to you to start worrying about vanity when you're having a baby." He was joking, I could tell by his tone.

"No, that's not it." I sighed and rubbed my nose into his shirt. "It's hard to get close to you with three watermelons in between us."

He moved his arm farther down my back and pulled me closer to him until my head was in the middle of his chest. He leaned down and kissed my head. "We're never close enough anyways." He whispered and I looked up at him. He smiled softly and kissed my nose. His mouth then quirked like he couldn't believe what I just said, safely shoving away the soft moment. "And there's no way you look like you're three watermelons fat."

"Two?" I asked, my voice peaking between something like sarcasm and hope.

He smirked and kissed my nose again. "One and a half. At the most." He rubbed my stomach. "Buts that's probably only from all the food you keep packing away."

I let out a laugh and he rested the hand that was on my stomach on my head. He ran his fingers through my hair and did it slowly, like he was trying to remember how to do it.

"I don't eat that much."

"Andy, Sam and I are grown men. We eat a lot as it is but you're always eating more food than both of us combined, hell most of the time, you clear off our plates as well."

I blushed, somewhat embarrassed. "Sorry." I said softly and I felt a low chuckle escape Dean.

"You don't need an apology. I just think it's funny."

We laid there for a few minutes more, listening to various noises. I heard Dean's heartbeat and the way it disappeared for a moment when he breathed deep and let out a sigh. The clanks of someone slamming things into a sink in one of the rooms next door. The bed was vibrating a bit, I think from people moving around or from cars that was playing music too loud. The bed vibrations, however, were nothing compared to that awesome bed that we laid in with that case with the angels. God, if I could, I would make it a law that all those vibrator boxes be put on beds. Although some shouldn't have to cost a quarter to use.

"Your phone just when off."

"Huh?" I asked, sitting up a little to look at him.

He sighed and pushed me farther up and then reached across the bed to the nightstand. He handed me my phone and I glanced at the lit up screen that let me know I had a new text. "I said, your phone went off."

I flipped open my phone and saw it was a text from Oliver.

Good luck with your appointment
(:

I smiled slightly, texted back 'thanks' and closed my phone. I felt Dean's eyes on me as I closed the phone, gauging my reaction because he knew who it was. I made it nonchalant anyways because Dean was blowing things out of proportion, just like every time Oliver texted me. I could tell the way his neck tensed that he had a problem and I blatantly ignored it. Why worry about a problem that doesn't need to be worried about? Okay, fine. I can see why Dean would have gotten defensive the first time Oliver texted me. But this had been going on for a month now and nothing had changed. He was still in LA and I was still in love with Dean. So why did Dean need to go into some anaphylactic shock every time the guy messaged me? It was uncalled for and starting to teeter on the last of my nerves.

"Just Oliver." I said, putting the phone down on the bed. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, trying to find a comfortable position on the bed.

Dean rolled his eyes and got up, heading across the room. He looked like he was getting the hot chocolate mug but part of me knew he was just trying to hide all the faces he was making. "It's been 'just Oliver' a lot lately."

I sighed, getting up and walking across the room slowly. I waited until he turned and looked at me. I patted his cheek. It was almost childish. "Jealousy is cute Dean, but not needed."

He grunted and handed me the mug. "I'm not jealous. It's just…" He trailed off and bit his bottom lip. He was considering what should be said. Besides, I knew half of it was going to be a repeat from the last time I got a text. I loved having a protective boyfriend but seriously? This much over a text? "He's all the way in LA, right? And he's still trying to flirt with you."

I blew on the hot chocolate, took a small sip and put the mug down. I felt like I was memorizing a script I had said this so many times. "I've been texting Oliver for a month now." It wasn't an everyday thing but I guess it was enough times for Dean to notice. "You've seen all the texts because you insist he has a secret plan. Which he doesn't. He's trying to be a friend and it's…nice." I admitted. I didn't have too many friends.

"Yeah, I bet." Dean replied wryly.

"Dean, come on." I begged. I felt like I was begging my father to let me have a boyfriend or go out on a date. I shouldn't have been doing this with Dean. I shouldn't care and I should have the friends I want. But Dean was important to me and I wanted him to stop looking at me like I was scratching his beloved Impala every time I read a text. "I don't have many friends and I'm going to make them anytime I can. I actually met and kept one for once; it's not the end of the world. Especially since he doesn't seem to mind I'm on the road with you nut jobs and that I never settle down in one place."

Dean sat down in one of the kitchen chairs, leaning back and fanning his legs out. He put a hand on his thigh and glared at me. "Oh, so, me and Sam are nutjobs now?"

I could have thrown something at him. "You know what I mean." I replied evenly.

He shrugged, like all of a sudden the situation wasn't irking him. There must have been some sort of catch. "I'm all for you making friends, Andy. You deserve some companionship beyond Sam and me. So go head make friends. They just have to be girls."

And there it was. My mouth dropped open and I saw a small smirk make its way across his face. Asshole. "Don't go there, Dean." I warned. "You have plenty of girls that you're friends with and I never say anything about it."

"Oh, yeah," He rolled his eyes and leaned back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "Name three."

"Cassie, Jo and that girl…what was her name?" I thought for a moment and snapped my fingers, pointing at him. "Lisa."

Dean seemed frozen by something I had said but I wasn't quite sure what it was. He then scoffed. "You're seriously considering Jo as one of my friends?"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever." I went back over to the bed, taking my mug with me to set on the nightstand. I sat on the bed and turned to look at him. "Oliver hasn't done anything wrong and until then you can't say anything about it." I concluded.

And that seriously was that. In a nutshell. Unless Dean had some hard proof about why this guy was bad news I was going to keep texting Oliver.

"Aw, that's cute." Dean commented with a sour smile. "Sticking up for your new boyfriend."

"You're my boyfriend, you idiot!" I yanked behind me and grabbed whatever I reached first, which was a pillow and wailed it at his head. I smirked smugly as it hit him square in the face. He was shocked, a little bit entertained and maybe three percent pissed.

Dean just glowered at me, like it was some kind of crime to use what I just said against him. Or maybe he was pissed at the pillow. Honestly, I didn't care. As he picked the pillow up off the ground, I turned on my side and faced the nightstand. It must have been slightly chilly in the room because steam was curling out of the hot chocolate mug. I felt and heard the pillow thump back on the bed next to me, it tapping my butt as it landed. Dean hadn't been aiming for me so I refused to look at him.

The door jiggled as Dean sighed. Neither of us got up to get it. It didn't sound like Sam's hands were full and that he was having trouble with the door.

"Morning." Sam greeted Dean and me. He shut the door and the keys jingled as he put them in his pocket. Dean grunted a hello while I moaned mine and I could tell Sam was looking at one of us to the other. He addressed me first. "You sound chipper this morning, Andy."

"Dean's being an idiot." I replied, clearly upset.

"I'm being logical."

"You and logical in the same sentence." I scoffed. "That's funny."

"Alright," Sam pacified, or tried to. "Stop before it starts." I heard bags crinkle as he set them down on the kitchen table. My stomach growled as I wondered if there was food in it. I sat up as Sam scooted a chair back to sit in and I took a sip of my hot chocolate. "Oliver text you again?" Sam asked, even though he knew that was it.

"Yes." I said shortly but then smoothed my voice. Sam didn't deserve my edge. He had been wary at first, like Dean had been, hell still was. But eventually he evened out, trusted that I knew what I was doing. Which is what Dean should have been doing. "He wished me good luck with my appointment." I said quietly and I saw Sam glance at Dean out of the corner of my eye.

Sam was dead eyeing him. Something between annoyance and puppy power. I knew what he was doing but I was trying to pretend I didn't notice. I didn't want Dean angry with me right now, especially since I had to go to a hospital to get tests and everything. I wanted to cling to him, like I always did. Besides, today was sort of more important than the other check ups. We'd know the sex of the baby and whether we needed to focus more on girl names or boys. I didn't want to think back to this day and just remember Dean being upset with me. Sam was wearing in on Dean's angry wall because he sighed and rubbed his forehead. I could kiss Sam for making Dean give me a break today. He could be angry at Oliver's text messages later, which I knew he would be, but not today. Dean wouldn't apologize now however, he couldn't let Sam know he broke his resolve like that. But he'd do it later, I was sure of it.

Sam changed the topic, obviously pleased with himself. "I got you chocolate chip muffins, Andy."

I grinned, my whole face lighting up. I carefully pushed myself off the bed and walked closer to them. I hugged Sam around his neck tightly. "Thanks, Sam."

He smiled and nodded, pushing the bag towards me. I pulled one from the wrapper and bit into it, nearly moaning with how good it tasted. I felt Dean's arm gently wrap around my waist and pull me back against him. I smiled and Sam rolled his eyes, but I knew he was at least happy he'd have to deal with this instead of our fights. I sat on his lap on the chair and I felt his nose dip into my skin as he rubbed it along my back.

"So, what are we doing today if we're not heading on a case?" I asked them. I looked at Sam, who was looking at Dean. Dean just trailed his nose along the back of my neck and then left a small kiss there as he pulled back.

"We can't tell you." Dean answered and I felt a smile build on his face. Sam smirked.

"Oh, come on." I complained. "Please."

I took another bite of the muffin and sighed, looking at the bed. I really just wanted to crawl back under the sheets with Dean and sleep for a month. Even though I ended up getting nine or ten hours sleep, thanks to Dean and Sam for making sure, I was still tired. The baby books said it was normal to have some fatigue and irritability. So I could blame all that on my pregnancy I guess. I was getting more sleep than I used to. It was uncomfortable to sleep though sometimes. I had to sleep on my side all the time with a pillow in-between my legs. It made it hard to sleep near Dean, even though he tried to be as close to me as possible. Sometimes it was okay to just have his one hand on my thigh and the other stroking my hair. Sometimes it wasn't. I wanted to be closer, warmer, to be wrapped his in arms like I used to be when I slept.

I settled farther back onto Dean and his arms tightened around the top of my stomach. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder and he turned and kissed my neck.

I guess they weren't going to tell me what they were planning. Unless they said something while I had been daydreaming, but as I looked at Sam he didn't look like Dean or him had said anything and were waiting for my reaction. It couldn't have been anything more than dinner out or shopping for baby things. Which I definitely enjoyed, don't get me wrong, I just knew them too well. It made me want to smile; they were too sweet to me.

"Fine, don't tell me. I don't care." I said finally and Dean smirked. His breath hit my neck and nearly made me shiver. "I don't want to go to the hospital."

"It'll be over before you know it." Sam comforted.

I grunted. "Why can't we get a doctor on call? Or like; one that compresses and fits into a convenient bag that we can put in the trunk."

"Because we can't afford a doctor on call with no real jobs and fake credit cards." Sam said with a smile on his face. He then chuckled. "And that second one doesn't exist."

"Well, we could shove a doctor in the trunk. But I highly doubt he'll cooperate when we need him." Dean smirked and I felt it rumble against my back.

I sighed and had the intension of getting up but I didn't want to. Dean was warm and I'd rather be glued here then getting up to get in the car to head to the hospital.

Dean patted the side of my thigh. "Come on, you have to get up."

"Are you reading my mind today?" I asked wryly.

Dean smirked and kissed my neck again, purring in my ear. "Yes, so all the dirty thoughts about me have to stop."

I rolled my eyes and smiled. I actually felt blush creep onto my cheeks because as soon as he mentioned his name and dirty in the same sentence I was having some of those thoughts. I pushed my thigh against his crotch as I got up and smirked as I saw him bite his lower lip. Sam shifted uncomfortably and picked at his muffin.

"When do we have to leave?"

"Soon as we can." Dean got up and got out a pair of my jeans and one of his sweatshirts. "You know it takes hospitals three hours longer than it should."

I groaned, running my hand over my belly. I looked down at it. "I hope you're happy you're making your mother sit in a waiting room for four hours."

Dean smirked and came closer to me, kissing my nose. "Its not her fault hospitals run on a different time zone." I smiled as he said the word 'her' and kissed his lips.

"His." Sam corrected and I giggled as Dean glared at him.

"We'll see, Sam."

"What do you think, Andy?" Sam asked me and Dean looked back at me. I was honestly on the girl's team; I had been ever since Dean read the test to me in the bathroom. But I didn't want to make it look like I was taking Dean's side.

"I think I'm undecided. Having this baby is good enough for me." I mentioned quietly. "Any sex is better than no baby at all."

Dean sighed and pulled me close to him. My forehead rested on his chest and I looked down at his shoes. He ran his hands over my back and kissed my head. "You will." He pulled back and smiled, running his thumb over my bottom lip. "I promise. And it'll be a girl." He finished and Sam snorted.

I smiled and felt better already.

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We headed to the hospital after I took my shower and Sam and Dean finally carted my ass to the car. I was really not in the mood today, especially after I downed those five chocolate chip muffins I got a stomachache. But I guess after you do that, you kind of ask for it.

Dean's sweatshirt smelled good and it warmed my body while calming my nerves as we headed into the hospital. The hospital was louder than it usually was, it looked like it was backed up with a million types of patients. From old men, to pregnant woman, to car crash victims and little kids. People were just everywhere. And the smell of antiseptics and elastic gloves was already giving me a headache. I squeezed Dean's hand and he leaned over and gave me a small, comforting kiss.

"Why don't you and Andy go get seats before they're all taken." Dean said, turning his head to Sam as he spoke. I glanced up at the line forming around reception. Dean was probably right. All these people in line would just end up having to go get a seat in the waiting room. "I don't want her to end up standing."

Sam nodded and went on the other side of me. "Come on, Andy."

"Are you sure you don't want me to wait with you?" I asked Dean quietly. It was amazing to me that I felt like a child who didn't want to be dragged away from their parent.

He smiled at me, oblivious to the fact that me leaving him scared me slightly. "No, go sit with Sam. I'll be there in a few minutes."

I nodded and kissed his cheek, heading over to sit with Sam. Why was I so worried anyways. It's not like I was going to be sitting here by myself. I looked up at Sam and smiled slightly. I had Mr. Six Feet Tall with me.

"Here, last three seats." Sam said and I looked around the room, seeing he was right. All the seats were beginning to fill in the small waiting room. I took my seat next to this woman, couldn't have been older than twenty six, and smiled at her as she caught my gaze.

Sam didn't sit next to me. He sat on the other end near a little table. I guess he wanted to leave the middle seat open for Dean and wanted to reach the magazines. Though he still kept a wary eye on me. Like I was going to bolt or I had planned some sort of kidnap.

"How many months are you?"

I turned and looked at the woman, now noticing she was pregnant also. "Huh?"

She smiled and folded up the magazine she was reading. She turned towards me and I kind of felt self conscious. This is what happens when you don't talk to many people other than hunters and the Winchesters all your life.

"I asked, how many months are you?" Her eyes drifted down to my stomach, like I didn't know that was where my baby was growing.

"Oh," I swallowed. "Five." She looked big enough that she could have swallowed an elephant. But it didn't say that for obvious reasons. I knew if I was emotional and I was only at five months, she could have been way worse. Nothing like an emotional and violent pregnant woman. No wonder Dean and Sam ever mentioned to me how I should do the laundry or anything. "And you?"

She put a hand over her stomach. "Eight."

I nodded once. "Almost there, huh?" I glanced up to see where Dean was and saw he was still in line. He turned like he felt my eyes on his back and smiled at me. I smiled too and then looked at my hands.

I turned to look at the woman and she nodded, smiling again. It looked like she always was smiling because when she stopped, there were creases on her face.

"So whose the lucky man?" She asked.

I hated personal questions. Maybe this was a normal thing for a one on one pregnant woman conversation. But I wouldn't know that. Its not like I went to Lamaze sessions. Which I did in the motel room with Dean sometimes. I think he just enjoyed watching me trying to calm myself and do some of the positions. It didn't help when he starting kissing and joking however.

Sam perked his head up at that question, like he suddenly noticed I wasn't talking to myself and there was actually a woman next to me.

"Um, the man in line over there." I mentioned quietly. "This is his brother, Sam." I motioned to Sam and he gave the woman a polite smile and then buried his nose back in the magazine he had looked up from.

I felt weird when I had to introduce normal people, as in people who had nothing to do with the cases we were on, to my guys. Like, I don't know. It was a feeling of how I couldn't trust anybody. Like whoever I introduced them to would red flag us to the yellow eyed demon or something. Paranoia is a horrible trait to have.

The woman leaned in close to me, like there was some inside joke I was missing. "Where the hell did you find cute boys like those ones?" I felt the blood burn in my cheeks. "I mean, especially the one in line?" She pulled back and giggled a laugh that made me want to tap her with a magazine.

Half of me wanted to say, 'I just picked them up off the street'. She was irritating me. But maybe that had a lot to do with my uncomfortable-ness in a hospital and the fact that I was pregnant.

"I've known them since I was little." I said quietly, pulling the sleeves of Dean's sweatshirt over my hands. I bit my tongue on the need to blurt out personal supernatural issues attached to knowing them.

"You're a lucky girl!" She grinned and played with the magazine pages for a moment.

Yeah, I knew I was. Can you imagine if I went into on how I got to live in one room with these two and the fact that I have seen them both in just towels before? The woman would go into a frenzy and start her labor. I bit my bottom lip, nearly chuckling at the idea.

"What are you smiling about?" I looked up and saw Dean in front of me, taking the seat in the middle. "I wasn't expecting that expression on your face till we were long gone from here." I stuck my tongue out at him and he smirked, putting an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close so he could kiss my head. "That's more like it."

"Are you excited about the baby?"

I put my hand on Dean's thigh and squeezed it in annoyance. That just made Dean chuckle and he kissed my head again. Although, the lady thought he laughed her question and smiled, leaning toward me and Dean expectedly.

"Andy, you gonna be nice and introduce me to your friend?" Dean asked and I glared at him. He smiled slowly; this had to be payback for the Oliver thing.

"I actually don't know her name." It sounded gritted out through my teeth, but I turned to the woman with a polite smile.

"Oh," She extended her hand immediately. "Olivia."

Freaking ironic, much? I felt Dean's chest rumble and I knew a small laugh escaped him, even though it was quiet. Glad he thought this was ironic too; I nearly rolled my eyes.

I shook her hand and smiled. "Andy."

"And your husband?" That's all she was interested in, pregnant or not. I felt like asking her to remember how she got that way.

But Dean didn't skip a beat, years of swooning bar whores made him this quick with hand shakes and small smiles. Hell even with lies woven in there too. "Dean."

She smiled and pulled her hand back. I felt like asking her if she had any intension to wash it after Dean had touched her. "How long have you two been married?"

Dean put a gentle hand over my stomach and started massaging gently. Although, as I looked at him, I wasn't sure if that was for show or because he had been doing that out of habit the last few days.

"Two years."

"Wow, congratulations." She looked at me when she said it.

I smiled warmly, even though I felt cold and shaky in this stupid place. "Thank you."

"Do you two live here or move? Some newlyweds move, especially after the honey moon."

No, they didn't. Did she ask that because that's what she did? I was way too uncomfortable here for the bombardment of questions.

I think I tensed or Dean sensed it or something because his hand massaged a bit faster and he leaned in close and kissed the side of my head, his hot breath flowing through the strands of my hair and into my ear when he spoke.

"No, we live in San Francisco. We're visiting my brother."

"Oh, the tall one over there?" Sam lifted his head again and looked at me, smirked, then put his eyes back on the magazine pages. Great, he thought it was funny too. Wonder how funny it was gonna be when I casually made these two drink a lot of liquids and then locked them out of the bathroom. Geez, and that was the only threat I could come up with.

Dean nodded. "Yep, that's my brother Sam."

"And who's the oldest?"

Dean kept resting his lips on my head until he had to answer a question. "I'm the oldest."

I was caught off guard when the questions suddenly rolled around to me. I wish I could have stayed neglected. "Are you interested in a boy or girl? I'm having a boy." She said proudly and it nearly made me smile. You could tell how excited she was in her eyes. Okay, I knew this woman wasn't as bad as I thought and that this hospital made me crazy and my emotions wonky. So I tried to calm down and soothe my voice.

"I'm hoping for a girl."

"Yeah, I'm betting for a little girl myself." Dean said smugly and I knew that was because he meant literally.

"Is that what you wanted ever since you got pregnant? Because I know I was bouncing around the sexes in my head."

I knew what she was doing. She was asking me questions and then adding her own personal thoughts to it. So she kept giving me her own answer and I had to give one back.

"I'm not sure about Dean but I've always wanted a girl." I said softly and Dean's arm tightened around my shoulder.

"I've bounced around ideas too. But it's mostly about names." Dean replied. "Have you decided on a name yet?"

She smiled; glad she was asked a question. "I think so. If not I have a whole nother month to decide." She laughed and Dean smiled politely. "My husband thinks Charles is a nice name, but I'm fond of John myself."

Dean's smile faded ever so slightly. But you'd have to know him real well to tell. I squeezed the hand that was on my stomach. I knew who he was thinking about. He cleared his throat and his smile returned again like it hadn't faltered in the first place.

"John's a good name."

I nodded. "Strong." Dean squeezed me again and I leaned in to peck his cheek.

Olivia smiled at us and then took something out from her pocket. Apparently her phone was going off. She answered and then looked at us. "Excuse me, I have to take this, it's my husband." She seemed to be having trouble getting up and out of the chair and I felt the sudden need to help her stand. She finally managed it and wobbled over to the main entrance of the hospital where she could have some peace for her phone conversation.

"Just think," Dean said softly and in my ear. "That'll be you in a few months."

I wrinkled my nose and he chuckled. "Yeah, and you'll be the one pulling me out of chairs and restaurant booths and the car…"

"Yeah, and if you're not nice to me I'll leave you to struggle your way out."

I glared at him and he chuckled, pulling me close to him and kissing my head. I took the opportunity to kiss his neck and nuzzle my nose into his shoulder. I glanced over at Olivia. She looked irritated and upset. Maybe her husband had been on his way and now he couldn't make it, or something like that. I felt bad for her, she was here by herself. It was probably why she couldn't help herself from talking with me and Dean.

"Thanks for being here with me." I said softly. So softly that if I hadn't been right up against him he probably wouldn't have heard it.

"There's no need to thank me. There's no place I'd rather be." I smiled and breathed deeply of his scent. "Cept that strip club near out motel. It was kind of a toss up this morning, I swear."

I poked his side and rolled my eyes and he smiled, rubbing my shoulder.

"Mrs. Lais?" A doctor called out and Dean motioned me to get up.

"That's you."

"Lais?" I questioned him as Dean flagged the doctor down and stood. As she approached us Dean smiled at me and patted my butt.

"Feeling inventive this morning."

I smirked as Sam stood as well. "Of course you are."

I smiled at Sam, feeling bad we hadn't really said anything since we sat down. He smiled back, like he hadn't even noticed, and ran a hand over my back for a moment.

The doctor smiled as she approached us. She was blonde, some of her hair highlighted even blonder. Her smile was genuine but you could tell she could have her bitchy moments. I guess just like every other woman. And just like every other woman, her eyes naturally drifted to Sam and Dean's crotches. Wow, that hadn't happened in a long while. I was beginning to forget women probably did that all the time.

"Mrs. Lais?" I nodded. "And which one of you is Mr. Lais?"

"That'd be me." Dean said smoothly.

She seemed disappointed, like she wanted Sam to be my husband so she could flirt with Dean. But I'm sure that wouldn't stop her. "Okay, well we just need to see your insurance card one more time. You can do it before you leave." She then looked at me after writing something down on her clipboard. "You ready? Need a wheelchair?"

"I can walk and yeah, I'm ready."

"How far is it?" Dean asked and the girl looked like she was calculating or trying to make her brain work after Dean spoke.

"Up a floor and down the hall. We'd take the elevator."

"She'll take a wheelchair, please."

I groaned and Dean patted my ass again, rolling his eyes at my over dramatized answer.

"Okay, wheelchair it is. If you guys want to stay here, I'll get her upstairs." I froze and nearly back stepped. "It won't be more than an hour or so." She motioned for a male nurse to bring a wheelchair over and I suddenly felt my heart hammer in my chest. Like blondie here and the male nurse were going to force me in that chair and take me away against my will.

"They-they can't come with us?" I asked and I felt Dean squeeze my waist and Sam laid a gentle hand on my back.

"It's not recommended." Why the fuck not? I didn't ask that though, no need to piss her off.

I felt Sam and Dean exchange a glance as well. They didn't like that idea either, and it didn't all have to do with the fact I was terrified of hospitals. It also had to do that I'd be away from them, unprotected. No guns or anything allowed in a hospital. I had salt with me in a pouch in my back pocket but that did little if my pants weren't in reach and I had a demon to deal with. The demons wouldn't just stand around while I put a circle around myself. And I couldn't risk my baby like that. Dean and Sam wouldn't have it either.

"Are you sure one of us can't go? My wife is terrified of hospitals, causes her blood pressure to rise. She needs to have a test done to check for pre-eclampsia, I'm sure you've looked over her chart. The readings won't be right if she's stressed." Dean tried, looking at the doctor with sex in his eyes and his voice velvet smooth. Trying to con her with his looks and his words.

The doctor, upon reading her tag I saw her name was Pam Marr, sighed like she was tired. I didn't care what she said; I wasn't going without Sam and Dean. And that was just that.

"I suppose one of you could go with her. But just one."

I looked up at Sam and Dean and nearly pitched a fit. Although Pam was stretching this far and I knew if I said something she'd back peddle and I'd be back to no Winchesters again. I wanted Sam and Dean to both be there when I figured out the sex of the baby. This wasn't fair.

"Okay, Mrs. Lais?" She asked with some type of annoyance in her voice and I knew Dean was glaring at her.

"Fine." I said quietly and leaned up to peck Sam on the cheek. "Sorry, Sam."

He smiled and ruffled my hair. "Its fine, Andy. Go with Dean." He then looked at Dean. "And I'll be expecting my money when you get back."

Dean rolled his eyes and ushered me to the wheelchair. "Whatever, dude."

Dean didn't leave my side as Doctor Bitch rolled me away to an elevator. As the doors closed I saw the male nurse that had gotten me the wheelchair approach Sam. He said something that made Sam laugh and then his face grew serious. Then the doors closed. I swallowed and I felt Dean's hand strand through my hair.

"So, Mrs. Lais." Doctor Bitch checked her chart. "You checked negative for pre- eclampsia last month." I nodded. "And it says here you have a history of high blood pressure."

"She knows this." Dean nearly snapped. "That's why I said she shouldn't be alone in a place that scares the crap out of her."

"Dean." I said calmly and reached up to squeeze his arm as the elevator bell dinged. "It's okay."

He sighed annoyingly, part because he was angry and second because I was telling him he couldn't yell at the Doctor. Because if he did it enough she could make him go back downstairs too.

"Okay," The Doctor said dryly. "We're gonna put you in room 34C. I need you to change into the gown and well, I'm sure you know the drill for all the tests by now."

My stomach jumped uneasily as she wheeled me into the room. Dean helped me out of the chair and I stood with him for a moment, glancing at the peach colored walls and the stupid paper covered examining chair. There was a paper gown on it and I bit my lip, remembering every other doctor had at least given me a cloth one. This woman was just a rude bitch.

"I'll be back in a few." And with that she closed the door.

I sighed shakily and shook my head, exaggerated tears filling my eyes. God this wasn't fair. I wanted a fucking nice doctor to tell me the sex of my baby. I wanted Sam and Dean to be in the room. I wanted more than a thin sheet of paper to separate me from the cold metal feel of the examining table. I wish I had that doctor back in, was it San Francisco? The one that let Sam and Dean sneak and stay in the hospital with me after visiting hours? Why couldn't one thing just work for me today?

Dean cupped my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "Hey," he said gently. "Try and not to be too upset, okay? Don't let that bitch see she's upsetting you. You get to know whether you're having a boy or a girl today." He smiled slightly and kissed my lips.

"It's not fair." I said shakily and Dean kissed my lips again.

"I know, sweetheart." Dean said, softly. A little too soft and smooth. His voice was making the lump in my throat hurt. "I'm sorry."

A knock sounded on the door and I sighed; annoyed. "I'm not dressed yet." The knock continued and Dean glared at the door like he was going to burn a hole through it.

He walked towards the door and opened it. "How the hell did you manage to get up here? That doctor is like a bloodhound."

I turned around and saw it was Sam and a grin spread over my tear streaked face.

"That male nurse let me know what room you guys were in." Sam smiled at me as Dean hurriedly closed the door. He then frowned. "Are you okay?"

I nodded and wiped the tracks away, heading over to hug him. "Yeah." I said simply and Sam ran a hand over my hair. "You're gonna have to hide in the bathroom."

Sam smirked and then looked at Dean rejoined us. "Yeah, well luckily I have practice from the last time I hid in a hospital room."

A knock sounded on the door and I pushed Sam into the bathroom. "Go, go!" I hissed and Sam smiled as he rushed into the bathroom and closed the door.

"Are you dressed yet, Mrs. Lais?" Dr. Bitch asked through the door.

If I wasn't dressed now she probably wouldn't come back for another hour. I hurried out of my jeans, nearly tripping. Dean grabbed my arm and steadied me as I pulled my clothes off, slipping the paper gown over my underwear and bra.

"Yes, I'm done." I called out.

She opened the door and closed it quickly, sounds of beeping and bustling nurses and doctors barely coming through the door.

"Alright," She set the clipboard down on the small desk across from the cushioned examination table. "I just have a few questions before we do the sonogram."

"Okay," Dean helped me up on the table and sat with me, holding my one hand. He gently rubbed his thumb over my wrist and I smiled gently, watching his fingers work their way over my skin.

"Okay, I'm just checking for standard pregnancy occurrences." She picked up her chart. "Any shortness of breath or dizziness?"

"Uhm, sometimes when I sit too long get up quickly or if I have to stand too long." I admitted quietly. I hardly told Dean or Sam when simple stuff like that happened. I knew it was normal so I just didn't mention it.

"Okay…" She checked something off on her clipboard. "Any pains?"

"My back sometimes and my legs."

"Well, all that is normal." She said it like it boring her. "Feeling any movement with the fetus?"

"Uhm, a little. Although sometimes I think it's just my stomach rumbling." Dean let out a small chuckle and I smiled at him.

She smiled and it felt genuine so I didn't want to think otherwise. "That's good." She then stood. "Can you lie down please?"

I nodded and Dean kissed my forehead before he got up and leaned against the wall near the bathroom door. Dr. Pam felt around my abdomen, pushing gently to check the organs I guess. I didn't feel any pain and I'm guessing that was a good thing.

"Alright, let me grab the sonogram and we can get that over with." It bothered me the way she talked about it. Like it meant nothing to everyone in the room. But I ignored it, Dean was right. I wasn't letting her ruin this for me and the Winchesters. "And then I can check your blood and urine for the pre- eclampsia. How has your stress been?"

"It's been okay. My husband and his brother have been making sure I don't do a lot of things around the house and that I relax, take a nap every so often." Yeah, like I couldn't hunt. I couldn't clean the weapons. Hell, all I could do was eat, sleep, watch TV and go on the laptop for research. I know they were doing this because they loved me but it still could be annoying.

"Good, that will definitely help."

She pulled back the paper gown to expose my stomach and I sighed as the chill of the cold air hit the gel she was applying on my abdomen.

"Okay, let's see…" She flipped on the machine and I turned my head towards the monitor. I heard Dean shift and appear near the end of the table near my head. I felt him smile and his hand run through my hair.

She ran the reader over my stomach and the machine made a gurgling noise. I glanced up at Dean and he smiled softly at me before he looked at the screen again.

"Well," Dr. Pam turned the monitor and I squinted my eyes at the screen. It was black but there were white streaks in all different shapes and directions on the monitor. I saw the biggest blob and I felt my something in my abdomen lurch as it moved on the screen. I grinned. "Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Lais." She pointed at the screen. "You're having a girl."

Dean grinned and lifted my chin towards him. I tipped my head back and found his lips on mine, pushing gratefully. I heard the monitor shut off and her wheel it across the floor. She didn't interrupt, she mentioned something about coming back soon to do the tests, and then headed out the door.

I sat up and turned, my arms going around Dean's neck. He pulled back and his arms wound around my waist. "Congratulations, sweetheart." He kissed my nose and I heard the bathroom door open.

"Hey," Sam said as I turned to look at him and he sat next to me on the table. "I better get one of those hugs of yours."

I giggled and threw my arms around his neck, squeezing him gratefully. I felt his nose dip into my shoulder and he squeezed me back just as tight, a smile on his face. "You know Dean and I have some small day planned."

I pulled back and smiled at both of them and took Dean's hand. "Small better be the key word."

"It is," Dean kissed my cheek. "Promise. Dinner wherever you want, a little bit of shopping. I found this baby store that I want to look at. And maybe, a movie with conjoined beds?"

I smiled and pecked each of their cheeks. "It sounds great guys. Thank you."

Dean held his hand out to Sam and Sam just looked at it. "Don't make me take it from your wallet, Sam."

Sam sighed; agitated and took out a ten and placed it in Dean's hands. I rolled my eyes and smiled slightly as Dean pocked it with a smug smile.

A small day of relaxation, just what I needed. Unfortunately, knowing my life, that thought didn't last for long.

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"You're not going anywhere near that prison Andy! That's final!"

"Remember how my stress levels were low, Dean!" I screamed, throwing a pillow at his head. He blocked it and it hit Sam, who looked aggravated now. "You're changing that!"

"Please, calm down." Sam tried to smooth over.

"Don't tell me to calm down! This isn't fair. We're supposed to be relaxing! Together!"

"And we will be, tonight. Tomorrow Sam and I are doing this case and you are staying here even if I have to chain you to the bed!" His last few words came out harsh and grated. He was really upset and that just me all the more angry.

So it had been all smiles and soft kisses between me and Dean as we came back from the hospital. The tests for my pre- eclampsia scare were all negative again and my stress was low. Except for now I'm sure. We had went back to the motel to grab some of the money Dean had bar hustled a few nights ago to head to the mall and to eat. Then we were going to come back to watch a movie. That is, until I opened the laptop and saw some research on a county prison. Green River County Detention Center. I could only imagine what the hell was going down there. I remembered someone John knew worked there, that he knew what John dabbled in and knew about ghosts and ghouls.

So my bet was: The prison was haunted; Dean and Sam were going in and getting rid of the spirit. Except for the fact the only way they could get in was to get arrested. Did they not remember Hendrickson? The cop that threatened to jail our asses; spirit and people helping totally aside because it was crazy to other people. Well, at least we had that going for us. We could plead insanity.

"You're not going without me! What if something happens? This is a stupid plan, you both are stupid!" I screamed and I heard the person in the room next to us bang on the wall to tell me to shut up.

"Yeah, Andy. That's exactly why you need to stay here. If something happens you're out of harms way!" Sam yelled just as loud, apparently his anger had been building quietly. And my screams weren't helping.

"Stop worrying about me!"

"How can we not Andy? We've been worrying about you since we met you!" Dean said angrily, like I didn't understand why they were doing this. "We love you and we want nothing to happen to you. That's the way it's always been."

"It's just the fact that you're pregnant now." Sam said quietly. "We have more than one person to worry about."

I felt tears build in my eyes. "I hate this idea!" I spat, and it just wasn't for the fact that they were leaving me here. "If something happens, I won't know! I won't be able to help. I can't take you two being thrown in an actual jail where you can't get Deacon to bail you out. Please think of something else!"

Dean sighed, it was full of irritation and he was tired of my attitude. "Deacon will fill you in every step of the way. He'll let you know every hour if you want what Sam and I are doing. How the case is coming, who is involved, anything you want."

I stomped my foot and wiped away a tear. "What I want is for you to think of another plan. Please, Dean?"

Dean stepped closer to me and cupped my cheek, swiping some tears away with his thumb. "Andy we need to do this…Deacon saved my dad's life when they were both in the Corps…"

"I didn't say you had to drop the case." I tried to interrupt, tears clouding my vision. "I just want you to think of a different way to do it. A safer way."

I stepped back from Dean and ran my hands through my hair. That asshole knew how to con me. One touch and soft kiss and I couldn't remember my argument. I wasn't forgetting this one.

"Babe, you've known us all your life. Have you ever known this job to be safe? No matter what plan we choose you probably won't like."

Now I was just throwing motions out there. Even though I knew Dean wouldn't even consider them. "Then choose a different case. We always have three to choose from."

"You can't be selfish about this." Dean said suddenly and I saw Sam shift, like that comment made him uncomfortable. "We're doing this for my dad and for Deacon. We may not be saints, but we're loyal and we pay our debts."

"Why can't I be selfish about the only two people I have left in my life?" I asked quietly, my breath hitching on the last word.

Dean sighed as I looked at the floor. He understood now, but I think he understood that all along. "Andy…"

"I don't want to do anything with you today." I said quickly, hurt. I went into the bathroom and closed the door.

I heard shuffling and then Sam said something to Dean. It sounded like, 'you seriously didn't consider that?'

Dean snapped instantly, spouting off, "Drop it, Sam."

I heard the TV turn on and one of the beds creaked as someone lay down. I sat down on the bathroom floor and leaned against the tub. Looked like I was going to be in here for a while.

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