On this Road forevermore

by civillove

Continuation of On the Road with the Winchesters: Season 2 :D

53. Chapter 53: Folsom Prison Blues Part 2

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Chapter 53: Folsom Prison Blues Part 2

So the last two hours were spent in the bathroom. I had counted all the stains, went through the medicine cabinet, memorized each crack in the ceiling, made a few shapes out of the stains, grimaced and cursed at the horrid wallpaper and leaned my ear against the door to listen to the TV. The Winchesters would talk every so often and it would be the same. Sam would scold Dean and Dean would essentially bite his head off.

I rolled my eyes. I couldn't believe not one of them had tried to approach me yet. They were trying to wage a silent war. See which one of us would move first. They were trying to get me to do it, to give up first. I wasn't going to. I was just surprised neither of them needed the bathroom yet. Although I knew Dean would rather have a bladder infection that admit he needed to apologize. Sam however was surprising me. Maybe he just didn't want to rock the boat, give me time to cool off. My stomach grumbled and I frowned, leaning against the side wall. Damn it, they knew me too well. I'd have to leave first. Why couldn't I have thought of this and grabbed something before I stormed off?

As I got up off the floor a knock sounded on the door and the volume on the TV turned up. It was funny how I didn't need to wonder who was knocking because the jackass on the bed was trying to block out the sounds with turning the volume up.

"Andy?" Sam asked loudly, because of the TV. "Its Sam, can I come in?"

I hesitated. "No."

"Come on, I know you've got to be hungry." My stomach grumbled at the word. "And I've got pudding."

I frowned. Damn that Sam Winchester. "Chocolate?" I mumbled, against the door with my hand on the handle.

He smirked, an expression I was sure he got off of his brother. As I sighed and opened the door for him I saw Dean look at me for a moment and then back at the TV. Like that was his check to make sure he shouldn't feel bad for making me wither away in the bathroom. He was satisfied, obviously, and paid extreme attention to the dancing sponges on TV. Jerk.

I saw he had a pillow under his arm as I closed the door. "I uh, figured your back must be hurting from the wall or tub so I brought you this."

I took it and sat back down, leaning again it. Damn that felt so good. "Thanks, but your good graces aren't going to get you anywhere."

He smiled as he handed me the pudding and sat next to me. "I believe it already got me through the door."

I shoved his thigh. "Shut up."

I opened the pudding and felt Sam's eyes on me, like for some reason he didn't believe I could open a pudding. "You know," Here it comes. The apology from Dean that takes no effort on his part. It made me wonder if Dean even asked Sam to do this or if it's just in a natural routine whenever anyone is mad at him. "He's looked at the door like thirty two times since locked yourself in here."

I rolled my eyes and took a bite of pudding. No Sam, Dean was apologizing for this one and thinking of a new idea to get into the jail. "Yeah, well, you're the one who came to get me."

"He's stubborn," Sam tried one more time. "You know that. It doesn't mean he doesn't care."

"Yeah, I know. But he had to know I'd hate this plan. I hate that you leave me here when you go to bars for questioning or even the damn mini mart. What makes you think I'll like it all the more when you're getting locked up in a prison?" My voice screeched at the end and I looked down at the pudding cup.

"I know this isn't exactly the best plan…but it's all we have for now."

I frowned and finished the pudding cup, throwing it and the plastic spoon away. "And Dean's hell bent on the case."

Sam nodded. "I think it might have something to do with the fact that Deacon saved our dad's life."

I nodded and leaned against the pillow, staring at the sink. Maybe I should have told Sam the real reason I was so worried about Dean leaving. Even though jail had nothing to do with a crossroads. For some reason it unnerved me every time Dean left my side. Like something horrible would happen and he wouldn't be thinking clearly and he'd end up right in the middle of the dirt, making a deal. I couldn't help but think I was having this dream repeatedly for a reason. But the dream had to be wrong. I mean, why would Dean do that when I was nine months pregnant? It didn't make sense.

"Andy?"

I looked at Sam, had he been talking? "Yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

"Sam, I've been locked in a bathroom for two hours."

He smirked. "Well, it's not like Dean and I forced you in here."

I sighed tiredly. "I was trying to make a point."

"Which was?"

"I…I was trying to point out that I hate it when you guys leave on hunts without me."

Sam sighed and it sounded like the one I had made moments before. Okay, fine. Everyone and their mother were tired of this conversation. And you want to know why? Because every time we had it, it was the same thing being said. No one would change their position on things. And I wasn't going to stop until something changed. I was stubborn like John Winchester when it came to this.

"Andy, you have to let us do this. I don't know if you've noticed but you're pregnant…"

I cut him off. "No, I haven't noticed the three watermelons I swallowed." I snapped.

"I was saying you're pregnant with a history of high stress and pre-eclampsia." I leaned back; he had me there. "Our job isn't sitting at a desk pushing pencils. Its high stress and you know I'm right. We were just trying to make sure we keep you healthy."

"I know." I said softly. "And I'm just trying to make sure you come back here."

He ran a hand through my hair, gently pushing the strands over onto my back. "I know." He agreed. "But Dean's not going to let this job go. So I'll try and think of another way okay? But keep in mind; I'm not making any promises."

"Okay." I smiled. "Thanks though."

He ruffled my hair and I rolled my eyes, trying to fix the mess. I looked at the door and then at Sam. He didn't seem eager to get up and leave, I guess he was waiting for me to be the one to get up and open the door. Otherwise I could have just closed the door after he left and stay in here. Not that I had any intention of doing so though. I wanted to ask him about those dreams. As I looked at his face, I could tell he knew I needed to talk to him. His eyebrows scrunched and he ever so slightly cocked his head. I nearly smiled with how much he looked like a puppy doing that.

"What is it, Andy?"

"I…it's probably nothing."

"But the fact that it could be something is making me really want to know what it is." He smiled but he was worried, I could tell by the way he wouldn't look away from my face. So I looked at the floor.

"Andy…"

He was cut off by a very obnoxious pounding on the door. I jumped nearly a half a mile and glared at the door like I could set it on fire. One guess to who it was, since the calmer, nicer Winchester was sitting next to me.

"Andy Core, you don't open this door right now I'm picking it." Dean advised like he was my father. I pushed myself off the floor and undid the lock, pulling the door slightly ajar. He looked inside and saw Sam on the floor and rolled his eyes at the pillow. "What is this, a sleepover?"

"No," I grit out. "This is your brother being nice and trying to coax me out the bathroom while you sit on the bed and watch TV."

Dean rolled his eyes. "I'm here now, aren't I?"

I pushed on his chest so he'd move out of the doorway. "Oh, I'm so relieved." I replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, well now that you're done pouting for two hours," I glared at him and he raised his eyebrows like he was daring me to counter that statement otherwise. Sam came back out of the bathroom and put the pillow on his bed and then sat. "I'm pretty sure I have a bladder infection."

"I don't care." I said indifferently even though deep down I hoped that wasn't true and now felt guilty. But it's not like I heard him pleading to open the door and he didn't seem too fidgety or rushed to head to the toilet. So for now that wasn't weighing in on me.

"Alright, how bout the fact that the baby shower we set up has people waiting."

I looked at him, clearly shocked. I actually had to close my mouth and re-start a few sentences in my head. I looked at Sam and his small smile confirmed it. "Wha-" That was all I managed to get out, the rest of the word was just a burst of air escaping my lungs. I tried again. "You had a baby shower planned for me?"

Dean sighed. "Yeah, we rented out this hall thing at a church nearby." His voice was quiet as he spoke. "Bobby, Ellen, Ash, and Jo are down there."

"You got them all to come?" I asked, feeling like the biggest bitch. Before they could reply angry tears rolled down my cheeks and I found myself yelling at them. "Why didn't you say something? I can't believe I kept them waiting for two hours! All you had to do was mention that they were down there!"

"Whoa, calm down Andy." Sam tried to coax, standing up from the bed like it helped or something. "Technically they've only been waiting for an hour."

"Yeah, the other hour was spent setting it up." Dean snorted like something was funny and Sam glared at him.

I wiped the tears off my face. "They're going to hate me." I sniffled and turned away from them. "They come all this way for me and I make them wait." I rolled my eyes and looked for my shoes. I must have left them in the bathroom. I went past Dean and picked them up, sitting on the toilet to put them on.

"They're not going to hate you." Dean said with a roll with his eyes and leaned against the bathroom doorway. As I looked up at him he was looking at the floor. He felt bad; I could tell by the way he was shifting. Either that or he really did need to pee. Well, I hoped he could hold it because if we had people waiting we were leaving as soon as I got my shoes on.

Except was, I was having trouble getting the damned things on and my cheeks tinted pink as I knew Dean and Sam were watching me struggle. I was fidgeting too much to untie the laces and when I tried to lean over and slip them on I couldn't see my feet. Sometimes being pregnant really sucked.

"We're sorry we didn't tell you." Dean tried. "We wanted it to be a surprise."

I was fed up with my shoes and sat back against the toilet. I tossed one of my shoes at the wall across from me and it landed with a thump, the heel hitting and making a gray mark on the wall.

"And we were trying to figure out a way to get you out of the bathroom without ruining it." Sam added.

Dean sighed. "Sam, go start the car." He then came in the bathroom and kneeled in front of me, grabbing my shoes from behind him. "I have to put these shoes on Cinderella here."

He was so far from my prince right now it wasn't even funny. Sam chuckled and I heard the keys jingle as he grabbed them and then the door open and close. Dean gently lifted my foot and rubbed my ankle with his thumb as he slipped the shoe on.

"I can't even begin to describe how mad at you I am right now." I muttered.

"Yeah?" Dean asked as he slipped the other shoe on and began to tie them. "That mean you still don't want to spend the day with me?" I hated to glare at him but I found myself doing that anyway. He smirked. "Not even at your own baby shower? You're not gonna make me talk to Jo are you?"

I couldn't help but let out a small laugh and he smiled slowly and rubbed my knees. His hands glided up my thighs. He kissed my chin and his nose rubbed against my lips. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt butterflies do back flips in my stomach. I wish I had the strength to get up and just walk to the car but I swear Dean's skin was like some type of venom. One that a snake used to get its prey to stop running. I leaned in and kissed his forehead.

"That mean you forgive me?" He asked and looked up at me as his arms rested on my thighs.

"No, that means I'll be nice to you at the baby shower." I said softly. "But I'm still mad at you for not figuring out another plan."

Dean sighed and his head bobbed down as he did so. "Come on, babe. Don't bring this up again."

"Bring it up again?" I asked. "It was never resolved! Just please think of a different way, that's all I'm asking. Ask Deacon, be gas or bar inspectors or something."

"Bar inspectors?" He asked with a quirk of his eyebrow.

"You know what I mean. I can't take you being put in jail Dean." My hand clasped around his arm and I squeezed him. "I can't."

"Sweetheart, it's just a plan. We're not really going to be put in jail. Deacon will get us out and we'll be back in a few days. Three at least."

"I know it's just a plan but what if something happens and…and Hendrickson catches you?" Tears built in my eyes. "What am I going to do, Dean?"

He ran a hand down my hair and pulled me into his chest. My head rested on my shoulder and tears seeped off my cheeks and into his shirt. "We'll think of something else, okay?" Dean cooed, rubbing my back and pushing his fingers through my hair. "We'll figure it out tonight." He whispered as he pulled back. He rubbed a thumb underneath my eyes and caught the tear tracks. "We have a baby shower to get to."

I smiled and Dean smirked. "That's what I wanted to see." He said softly and cupped my cheek. I leaned foreword and kissed him softly and his hand curled hair around my ear. "Come on, before Jo thinks there some type of spirit haunting the church from some draft in the hall and starts her own hunt."

I giggled and Dean pulled me off of the toilet and held my hand tightly as we made our way out to the car.

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"Surprise!!!" Everyone yelled as Sam and Dean opened the door. I grinned at all the familiar faces and my heart leaped in my chest as I looked around at the small decorated room.

As I said, it was small but I guess that's what I should have expected in a tiny church. There were two main tables, covered with tablecloths that were yellow and had little ducks on them. There were words too, stating 'New Baby'. The one table had gifts and even though there weren't many, I thought it was more than enough. The other table was filled with cooked foods, brought by Ellen and Bobby no doubt and there was about four cases of four different types of beers in coolers on the floor.

I squeezed Dean's hand tightly and kissed his cheek. He smiled softly and went to quiet everyone down as Bobby made cheers with Ellen and took a sip if beer. I wandered over to the table with the food and piled up on the homemade mac n cheese and mini cheeseburgers.

"Hey."

I turned and saw Jo and I smiled at her. Whether I'd admit it to anyone or not, Jo and I had become something that resembled friends. I honestly didn't have many to choose from and she had been there for me when needed. She was a huge pain in the ass sometimes but she had a good heart.

I smiled at her, unexpectedly glad she was here. "Hi, how are you?"

"I'm fine." She looked me up and down and I thanked all the Gods that were listening that she didn't try and touch my stomach and feel me up which surprisingly a lot of women did. They were just lucky I didn't sock them straight to the nose. When pregnant did random women just have the right to rub another woman's stomach and ask how many months along? Where was the handbook? "You're really coming along, how do you feel?"

I nodded, fork diving into the mac n cheese. "Pretty good for five months." I glanced over her and part of me almost felt envious that her body looked great in her low cut jeans and her thin white blouse. A show off for Dean no doubt. But I quickly got over it. Today wasn't the day for jealousies that didn't need to exist.

"Ash and I hustled a few bar flies to get you something." She motioned to the largest present on the table nearby. I nearly inhaled my macaroni.

"Aw, Jo, you really didn't need to do that." I said and swallowed. "Thank you though; I'm sure I'll love whatever it is."

"Don't." She said with a smile and I saw Dean a few feet behind her, laughing at something Sam had said. And they were both looking at me and Jo. Well, I knew what that was about. "I wanted to."

I hugged her with my one arm; bringing her as close to me as I deemed appropriate. "Thank you."

She pulled back and nodded, like she was grateful for the hug and then walked past me to grab a beer. I walked over to Sam and Dean who were smirking widely at me.

"Alright chuckleheads, spill or this is going to end up on your shirts." I warned, motioning to the mac n cheese. Though it was halfway gone after I took another forkful.

"We just had no idea you and Jo were best friends." Sam said, his laugh barely staying in his mouth as he spoke.

"Yeah, glad we invited her." Dean smirked.

I threw the plate away as I finished my food and glared at them. "Yes, okay? I like Jo…when she's not being a pain in my ass and hitting on you."

"Which is only ten percent of the time, you know that right?" Dean asked me and I rolled my eyes. "So you like her?"

"Yes, want me to say it in another language or something?"

Dean looked at Sam. "No, that's all I needed to hear. Pay up Sam."

I scoffed and Sam groaned and pulled his wallet out, handing Dean a ten. Dean made a 'scoring sound' and put that in the back of his pants. "What is it with you two and betting all of a sudden?"

Dean shrugged and it seemed Sam was painfully putting away his wallet. He was out twenty bucks in one day. I nearly winced at the predicament but then remembered what they had chosen to bet on.

"It's really easy when we know you as well as we do."

"Obviously…I know nothing." Sam said with a snort and reached for a beer in the cooler.

I patted Sam's arm as he walked past us and went over to talk to Ash and Bobby. It was kind of weird, seeing everyone talk to one another since we usually saw them in groups. Or in Bobby's case just him. I guess they really did kind of know each other, from word of mouth and through John.

I smiled at Dean and he inched towards me, sliding his arms around my waist. "So, you're not disappointed with doing things with me today?"

I scrunched my eyebrows. "Why would I be disappointed?"

He pulled me closer but it didn't seem like he realized he was doing it. "You made the comment that you didn't want to spend any time with me today." And within those five seconds it took him to say that sentence I could tell how much I had hurt him.

"Oh," I said, remembering. I slipped my arms around his back and squeezed tightly. "I'm sorry, Dean. I was upset and I didn't mean it."

He smiled softly and pushed his lips against mine. It was a quick kiss but it was all that was needed for a smile to show up on my face. I heard someone clear their throat behind me and I turned around…and after that I think my jaw dropped to the floor.

A gorgeous blond man with glasses covering soft eyes. Black pants and a lime green t-shirt.

"Oliver?" Dean's arms pulled away from me as he stood straight. "What are you doing here?"

He grinned as he approached me, a little pink stuffed bunny in his hands. "I'm here for your shower."

I smiled softly as he hugged me briefly. I didn't need to be looking at Dean to tell how pissed he was and to know that Oliver had not been invited. Not by him anyways.

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Dean cleared his throat. "How did you know she was having one?" His voice was gruff and royally pissed. But he was keeping a cool tone. I could just tell because his arm was tense when I eased my hand over him.

Oliver briefly looked at Dean. "Your brother called me."

Dean scoffed. "Did he?" He scanned the room for Sam and found him. "Excuse me."

I tried to grab Dean's attention as he walked away but he was too preoccupied in getting Sam and, I'm guessing, yelling the holy crap outta him. I watched as Dean interrupted Sam talking to Bobby and said something rather loudly. Though you could only hear the loudness of his voice, not what he said. Sam looked at me once and then followed Dean to right behind the open doors that were the entrance to the hall. The same ones we had walked though.

Oliver's soft and bothered voice broke the train of thought I was on. I was literally lip syncing what Dean was saying to Sam in my head. "Should I not have come?" Oliver asked me, glancing down at the rabbit in his hands.

"Oh, no Oliver," I felt horrible. I was glad he was here; I was just a bit surprised that's all. And I completely understood why Sam had never said anything in front of Dean. "Don't worry about Dean; he's in a bad mood today." I tried smiling, to get him to smile and I put a hand on his arm and squeezed for a moment. "I'm glad you're here."

"It was last minute. When Sam called me I told him I couldn't get away from work but I managed it and hopped on bus here. And I bought this." He smirked and handed me the small pink bunny. "Again last minute. I completely understand if you lose it accidentally but still tell me you have it."

He scratched the back of his head and I smiled at its button nose and eyes. "It's cute." I said with a smile. "Thank you."

I grabbed Oliver a beer and we fell right into comfortable conversation, just like our texts were. He asked me about the hospital and how all the tests went and I asked him about his job and what kind of movie he was working on now. I introduced him to Bobby, Ellen, Jo and Ash and it was amazing to me how all of them quickly thought up lies about their lives and what they did for a living. Although, Ellen still said she owned a bar so at least that was true. I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised. I had been around lying all my life. Hell, I lied to Oliver about what I did too.

Dean and Sam were gone for a long time and when it got to the point where I was starting to get worried that Dean was hitting Sam's head off of a church pew or something, they appeared back through the doors. Dean looked plain pissed and wouldn't meet my eyes as he went to sit next to me at one of the random lounging tables around the small room. Sam looked upset and disappointed. But not because he had invited Oliver but rather he couldn't get Dean to calm down with the idea.

I turned to Dean as he sat next to me and gently laid a hand over his thigh. He didn't move but he didn't look at me either. "Hey," I said softly and it seemed like he was angry at his eyes for turning in my direction. "You okay?"

His lips twitched and I found his hand covering mine and lacing his fingers. "I'm fine." He was lying through his teeth. This was a cover. So he didn't upset me at my own baby shower. But I was happy he wasn't letting his anger ruin things. So I leaned in and gave him a long, lingering kiss on his cheek. And just to prove how fine he claimed to be, Dean looked at Oliver, squeezed my hand and asked him a question.

"How'd you find the time to get down here?" His voice was polite but I knew the question Dean was really asking. It was along the lines of, 'What the hell are you doing here?'

Oliver smiled and took a sip of his beer. "Had to call off work. They owe me a few vacation days anyway."

"Well we really appreciate you coming all the way out."

I saw Sam, who had sat next to Oliver around Dean's question, raise his eyebrows. I almost smirked. Yeah, color me surprised too. I squeezed Dean's hand, thankful he wasn't showing how pissed he really was. Although part of me knew that suppressing it was just as bad. Sam and I would have to deal with the full front of it when we got back to the motel.

"Yeah, I was glad I come too. First baby shower I think I've ever been invited to."

I let out a short laugh. "Yeah, we're a little non-traditional with things."

"Well I can understand. They're the closest thing you have to family, right?" Oliver asked, motioning to Dean and Sam.

I nodded. "They've always been my family." Sam smiled and threw a crumpled paper napkin at me and I rolled my eyes. "Moment ruiner." Sam snorted.

Jo approached the table near Dean's chair and when he turned his head her face flushed pink. I think Dean noticed too because he squeezed my hand and then looked back at the table.

"There's cake if you guys want any." She said quickly and then wait to hand out pieces to people.

"There's cake?" I asked, looking at the Winchesters excitedly. Dean laughed despite his anger.

He kissed the side of my head. "You want some?"

I nodded happily and he smiled, pecking my lips. Before he could get up from the table however, Oliver stood instead. "I'll grab them; I wanted to get another beer anyways." He gathered the empty beer bottle and looked at the Winchesters and me. "So three?"

I smiled softly as he left and didn't dare look at Dean. Was kind of afraid to. Would there be anger in his eyes so much that I'd shiver or would he be upset and hurt and would I be able to fix it and save the rest of the day? Well, I had to look sometime. I could feel Dean's eyes burning into the side of my head.

I glanced at him and swallowed. "Hi?" My voice squeaked.

Dean let out an aggravated breath from his lungs but didn't say anything to me.

"Why are you mad at me?" I asked suddenly. "I didn't do anything. I didn't even invite him. So stop looking at me like I did this to spite you or something."

"Yeah, but you still want him here." Dean pointed out. What the hell did he want me to do? Kick him out? Ask him to kick his ass out? Actually, as I looked in his eyes, that's exactly what he wanted me to do. He was just waiting for some type of permission.

I stole a glance at Oliver before I decided to go into this with Dean. Because I wasn't waiting till later to fight with him. Oliver was in line for cake, chatting to Bobby about something. Didn't matter to me what it was, point was I had time to yell at Dean.

"Of course I want him here." I muttered angrily. "He's my friend and by being here he's showing his support."

Dean snorted. "Yeah, that's not the only thing he's showing." He let go of my hand and his arm stretched across the back of my chair.

"Please, knock it off." My teeth gritted together so hard on the last word I thought they might crack.

Dean just looked at me and shrugged. "I don't trust him, Andy."

"Why? I don't understand Dean."

He sighed and leaned close to me. His nose was almost touching mine. "Something about him, I just don't."

I scoffed and pulled back so his breath wasn't hitting my face and making me feel hot. "You just don't trust him because you think he's got this huge secret crush for me."

I could feel Dean's fist clench into a fist behind me. "He does but that's not what I'm talking about. You remember how you didn't trust Gordon but you couldn't figure out why?"

I looked deep into his eyes and past the anger. He was worried. "But that was different. Gordon was a crazed hunter."

Dean shook his head. "I mean when we first met him. Not ten minutes later you told me you didn't trust him. That's what I'm trying to tell you, Andy." His voice was strained, trying to get me to understand. "There's just something about him that makes me uneasy and it has nothing to do with the crush he has on you."

I took in what he said, weighing it in my head. Maybe something was off about him and I just couldn't see it. Maybe Dean could pick it up because he had always been wary of Oliver. Or maybe he was being paranoid because of the crush he knew Oliver had on me. The whole situation and what we may or may not know was starting to hurt my head.

"Sam," I said quickly, noticing Oliver was getting cake now and talking to Jo. "Do you feel the same way about him?"

"Well, no." Dean grunted and his forehead creased with the beginning of a frustrated headache. "I wouldn't have invited him if I thought that. I think Dean's letting this crush get to him a little too much."

Dean didn't react to the words, which just made me think he had heard them before. Sam had probably stated the same thing when they had been out in the hallway.

I sighed, thinking this might be a huge mistake. But there was too much worry clouding Dean's eyes and that fact made my whole body clench.

"You…you think he might be possessed or something?"

Dean's eyes shot to my face, like he couldn't believe I was considering with hearing him out.

"Maybe…" He trailed off as Oliver came back to the table. He set the cake pieces down and smiled at me as he sat. Well, if he was possessed the demon was pretty damn stupid. Way to come to baby shower with a room full of hunters that could send you back to hell. We didn't want to worry everyone however, so we just continued like normal until the right time came along and we slipped some holy water in his beer or something.

"Thanks." I took a small bite of the cake. It was a delicious deep chocolate and I had to suppress the urge to moan as I swallowed. Dean smirked at me, obviously knowing me too well. "What? You'd moan too if you tried it."

Dean smiled but shook his head at me. "No, I'm not hungry."

I leaned into him and his arm naturally curled around my waist. I dove the fork into his piece of cake on his plate and held the small piece up to his mouth.

"Come on, one bite."

He smirked and opened his mouth. I gently slid the cake into his mouth and his lips pushed down as I took the fork back. I had the insane urge to kiss him now that chocolate icing had touched his lips but I managed to hold myself back from jumping him.

"Yeah, that is good." Dean admitted after swallowing.

"I think Jo said Ellen made it." Oliver commented.

I nodded, not exactly talking to anyone specifically. "Remind me to thank her before we leave."

I glided my hand along Dean's shoulders and then back again. I settled for rubbing the upper part of his back near his neck while I finished my cake. The motions seemed to calm him and I could almost feel the anger and tension slip from his muscles as he began to relax against my hand.

"Present time!" Jo cheered and I rolled my eyes but turned towards her with a small smile on my face.

"Does everyone seriously want to see me open the four presents on the table?" I asked.

Bobby seemed to cheer enthusiastically and that caused laughs from everyone else. I think he was a little bit too drunk for a baby shower, but at least he was having fun. Dean pulled me close to him and kissed the side of my head, leaning his mouth down to whisper in my ear.

He motioned to Sam. "Our present is back at the motel. Can you wait for it then?"

I nodded and smiled at him. "Unless you plan on driving all the way back to get it."

Dean poked my side at the joke and smiled widely, getting up and turning my chair towards everyone. He went towards the table and handed me the first gift.

I smirked at the pink sparkly paper and looked up at the group. Bobby waved his beer at me. "That ones from me."

I giggled. "Nice wrapping paper, Bobby." I heard Sam let out a laugh and Bobby mumbled something incoherent about the choice of the paper.

As Dean sat next to me I tore the wrapping paper off the medium sized box. As I opened the lid I smiled at the contents. It was a little plastic bottle, though I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be used or set on a shelf. It was tinier than a regular bottle but not small enough that it was as big as a baby's hand. It was a dull pink and had little pink horses on it. It was adorable, to say the least and to think that a big, burly man like Bobby picked out this tiny, cute bottle just made my grin grow all the wider.

"Aw, Bobby, it's adorable. I love it." Dean leaned closer to me to look at the bottle and I smiled at him and handed him the box. His chair screeched as he slid it closer and moved his one arm across the back of my chair again as he looked at the bottle.

He chuckled. "Thanks, Bobby."

Bobby nodded and raised his drink. "No problem you two."

Jo handed me the next one, Ellen's I supposed, since Jo had already pointed out her gift. It was a medium sized box wrapped in gold paper. It had a pink bow on top and the small little tag indicated I was right and that it was from Ellen. I smiled as I read the tag, 'All my best sweetie, Ellen'.

I gently tore the edges of the wrapping paper and handed it to Dean. I heard him crinkle it into a ball and shoot for the trash can and then smirk as he got it in. I pulled the top of the box off and smiled widely.

"Wow…" I picked up the dark maroon baby blanket. It was so soft I wanted to wrapped in it. There was an intricate design on the front of it. It looked like a star I had seen it in one of Bobby's books. A protection amulet symbol. I looked up at her to confirm my answers in my head and she nodded slightly. I felt tears well in my eyes. So my baby would be safe while wrapped in this blanket. "Thank you so much, Ellen." My voice cracked on her name.

Dean chuckled and the hand on the back of the chair ran through my hair. He leaned his head close and kissed my cheek. "No tears now, babe." He whispered.

I chuckled in spite of the lump in my throat and nodded. I handed the blanket to Sam and he looked over it and smiled. He inched closer to me, now sitting on the other side. Oliver had gotten up sometime between the gifts and was now standing alongside the food table. I was kind of glad he had stood with the others. Dean seemed to visibly relax when Oliver wasn't two inches away from me and Sam sat closer because of it. And that really mattered to me. Sam and Dean were the only ones that I really wanted to be close to today.

I watched Sam gently fold the blanket back in the box and set it near Bobby's gift on the table. Jo and Ash picked up the next box, putting it in front of me.

I smirked as Ash winked at me and looked at my face for about three seconds. Then down my shirt they went.

"Dammmnn, Andy. You look pretty good for five months." Dean cleared his throat and Ash blinked. "Sorry." Ash muttered sarcastically and I found myself smiling at him. I had always liked Ash.

Dean shook his head and chuckled, taking a sip of his beer that had been on the table. It was ironic to me that he had confidence that Ash would never steal me from him so he wasn't threatened by the flirting. But you could tell the difference in Dean when Oliver started doing the same thing.

I scooted up in my chair and slid the bigger box slightly in between my legs. I tore the wrapping paper and giggled. "A car seat." I smiled up at them. "Thank you. We were just talking about getting one soon."

Jo grinned. "I hope it's alright. It hooks into the seatbelts and everything. You'll actually have a use for those since you never use them." Sam smirked. "And I think it comes with a little attachable tray with a toy car horn."

"Wonderful." Dean groaned and I smirked, poking him in his side. "She'll be just like her mother when she's driving. Honking the horn for no reason at all…"

"I do not! I honk when needed." Sam snorted and I glared playfully at him. "I do!"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. A few pigeons in the way and you start honking."

"I'm not going to run over pigeons you Roadside Bingo freak!" Dean grinned and me and wrapped a secure arm around my waist, pulling me to him.

I rolled my eyes and tried pushing him away, not that I wanted to anyways, but he wouldn't let me and kept me against his side.

I looked up at everyone and grinned at them. "Thank you for everything guys, I really, really appreciate it."

Everyone nodded and said their own 'you're welcome' and I got up to hug everyone and say goodbyes. I suspected Bobby and Oliver would stay a little longer to clean up but Jo, Ellen and Ash were grabbing their things and starting to head out.

"Thanks Ellen, I really appreciate you coming and everything." Especially since the last time I saw her Jo had been on the solo hunt when she wasn't supposed to be and nearly got killed. I didn't think Ellen liked me very much but maybe I was wrong.

"You call me if you ever need anything, sweetie." I smiled against her shoulder. "Okay?" It was weird. Ellen was the closest thing to a mother that I had and for that I was grateful.

"Okay." I said and pulled back and smiled.

I came to Jo next as Ellen went out the doors and up the stairs to the main part of the church. I'm guessing that was near where the car was parked. Ash approached me before I could say anything to her.

"Andy," He put a hand on my shoulder. "It's been fun. Great beer."

I chuckled. "Thanks for coming, Ash."

He glanced at my chest and I shook my head. "No problem. Believe me." He then headed the same way out that Ellen had.

I glanced at Dean and he was cleaning up the paper plates and beer bottles, looking at Oliver every so often. "He's lucky that Dean's too preoccupied by figuring out Oliver's evil plan to see that."

Jo looked over in Oliver's general direction. "I was talking to him before, he seemed nice."

"He has a crush on me, I think."

"Yeah, probably. He said he came all the way here. I wouldn't do that unless I really liked someone."

"Dean doesn't trust him." I said quietly.

She shrugged and my eyes focused on hers. "Well he loves you. And he doesn't know Oliver like you do. All he probably sees is a threat."

"No, I mean, he thinks he's possessed or something."

"Oh." Jo's eyes widened. "Do you think so?"

Hell, no. Paul, Meg, John…I could never tell when anyone was possessed. "I don't know. I can never tell. If he is he's doing a damn good job."

"Oh man," We turned to the sound of Sam's voice. "Dude, I'm sorry. Bottle slipped right out of my hand."

Oliver's shirt was soaked, guessing his stomach too. I glanced at Dean and saw a smirk play on his face as he loaded the trash bags.

Oliver smiled at Sam. "No harm done, don't even like this shirt that much."

Sam chuckled. "I have extra clothes in my car."

Sam nodded and looked at me and shook his head slightly as he threw the bottle away in the trash bag near Dean.

I turned back to Jo. "He's not possessed."

"Holy Water in the beer, huh?"

I smirked. "Yeah, we even tried to rub it in with the condensation on the bottle once."

She laughed. "Did it work?"

"Yeah, burned half the bastard's skin off his palm. Course after that, I'm sure that was the least of his worries during the possession."

"Well, I better get going before they leave me here. I doubt Dean will be willing to drive all the way back to the Roadhouse."

Dean poked his head up but I knew he didn't know what we were talking about. I smiled. "Yeah, probably not. Thank you for coming Jo, I'm really glad you came."

"Yeah, me too. You better promise to bring that little girl around sometime."

"Well, she's gonna want to see her aunt." I looked at her when I said it and the words seeped in. She grinned and I smirked, nodding. "Yeah."

She wrapped her arms around my back and hugged me tightly. I sighed against her shoulder. It was odd how comfortable I was around her now. Close enough for me to mention her as my little sister, to tell her she would be the aunt to my kid. I trusted her. She deserved my trust, Dean flirting or not. I knew she'd be there if I needed her and that was enough for me.

"Thank you, Andy." She said and pulled back. "I…I'm not sure what to say."

"Well, you will be right?"

"Yes, I would love to be."

I smiled. "Good. Hopefully I'll be around soon after she's born."

She nodded. "Well, until then." She waved to Sam and Dean as she left and I felt Dean come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist.

I lean back into him, enjoying the warmth against my back. He kissed my jaw line and whispered in my ear. "That was very, very nice of you."

I sighed. "Yeah, pretty sure I know what I'm doing."

"I think it'll be okay. She's a pain in the ass and annoying and aggravating and she doesn't listen…"

"Dean." I interrupted, smiling.

"But she's a good person, comes from a good family. I trust them."

"Yeah." I yawned, covering my mouth with my fist.

He turned me around and curled hair behind my ear. "Tired, babe?"

I nodded, my eyelids feelings suddenly heavy as the day sank in. "Yeah, long day."

"Well, we're almost done cleaning up. Go sit down, rest. I don't want you overdoing anything when you're tired."

"Sure I can't help?"

He smiled, pushing me towards a chair and watched me sit. He motioned to the presents. "Guard them."

I smirked. "Because everyone wants a car seat and a baby bottle."

"Damn straight they do." He ruffled my hair and went back over near Sam to help.

Oliver threw a paper table cloth away and tore down some streamers. I leaned my elbow on the table and rested my head down on my hand. "You alright?" He asked me.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Tired. Thanks for staying and helping to clean up."

He nodded. "Yeah, no problem. I have to get a bus in the morning anyways so, I mise stay a while for what I came for."

Even though Dean and Sam's bodies were faced the other way, I knew they were listening.

I tried smiling even though I didn't exactly feel like it. "Thanks, I'm really glad you came."

He sat down in a chair next to me and nodded. "Yeah, don't feel like your boyfriend was too happy about it though." He muttered.

"Don't worry about Dean. He's just protective and for good reason. He's lost a lot people in his life and he doesn't want to lose me too."

"Well, I mean, I wouldn't…"

I interrupted him. "I know, I'm just saying."

He nodded. "Okay, well I, um, I'm going to get going. I think I need sleep before the bus ride."

I smiled softly. "Alright. Thank you for coming Oliver. I loved the bunny."

Oliver smiled widely. "Good." We looked at each other for a moment and then he did something very bold. He leaned over and hugged me. It wasn't tight like he was trying to force himself on me. It was soft, warm and comforting. Just like the friend I knew he was. And for that reason I hugged him back, regardless if Dean approved or not. He smelled good. Like rich pines or something.

"You take care of yourself." He pulled back.

"I will, thank you."

Oliver got up and crossed the room to grab his jacket. He nodded at Sam and Dean and then he left. It was kind of sad to watch him go, wondering when I would see him again. He was such a great guy, or he seemed to be. It kind of made me angry no other girl could see that and date him or something.

"Hey, you alright?" Sam interrupted my thinking as he sat down where Oliver had been sitting. Dean collected a few a few random bottles, threw them away and stood on the other side of me.

"Yeah, thanks for inviting him Sam." I smiled at him.

"You're welcome. I'm surprised he made it out and everything with his job."

Dean ran a hand down my hair and I closed my eyes, leaning into his side. I softly rubbed my nose against his shirt, picking up the hints of cinnamon that I loved so much.

"It was a nice surprise for you." Dean admitted softly. I fought to open my eyes, seeing as how his statement surprised me. "I'm glad he could come and be here for this."

Now I was confused. Dean being nice to Oliver? I rolled my eyes and looked up at him, a slight smile on my face. I could see right through him. "You're just glad he's gone."

Dean's composure buckled and a grin broke out on his face. I found myself smirking at him, even though he was being a little bit of a jerk. I guess it was because I just kind of expected him to be this way. It was just the way his personality was.

"Yeah, but I still get points for trying right?"

I smiled and closed my eyes again, pressing my face into him. "No, but nice try."

He smirked and I felt a kiss being planted on the top of my head. "Let's get you back to the motel." He muttered against my hair.

"Yeah, I still have a present to open there from my understanding." I said sleepily and Dean chuckled as I felt him lift me from the chair, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"It can wait. You should get some sleep first."

I opened my eyes and looked at him, sticking my tongue as to prove a point. "I'm totally awake."

"Yeah, right." He smirked and held me closer. "If you stay awake for the entire car ride, I'll believe you."

"More as, I'm thinking if I get my sleep in the car I can open the present at the motel."

Dean chuckled as he pulled me up the stairs. "Oh, is that what you think?" I barely muttered a response and leaned fully into Dean. I was fully aware of my legs still moving but I was tripping over my own feet. I felt Dean plant a kiss on the side of my head. "We're almost there, sweetheart. Few more steps."

I mumbled a response and then heard the familiar creak of the car door open. I shivered as my face connected with the cool leather seat. I felt him get in next to me and then pull me to his chest. I rubbed my face against his button down, trying to rid the cool feeling on my face. I took a deep, tired breath and adjusted myself. He shut the door and then put the leather jacket over my shoulders. He held me tight to him and a moment later I felt the engine roar. I must have been missing more time than I thought, drifting in and out of sleep. Sam was in the driver's seat, bringing the car to life and pulling out of the parking lot.

When he turned the radio on I didn't try to stay awake anymore. I let Dean's heartbeat lull me to sleep.

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"Dude, did you set it up?" Dean asked and shifted.

"Yeah, it's up by the bed. You gonna wake her?" Sam asked and I felt the leather jacket being pulled off of me. I shivered as the warmth disappeared.

"I don't know. She was pretty tired at the Church."

I groaned and rubbed my eyes. "I'm totally awake guys." I heard chuckles from both of them and then opened my eyes to glare. "I am! I want my present." A small smile broke out on my face and Dean leaned up and kissed the side of my mouth.

"Alright but then you head right to sleep."

I rolled my eyes at Dean and took Sam's hand as he helped me out of the car. "Yes, mom."

Sam smirked and waited until Dean got out of the car and shut the door. He then shuffled me to him and we followed Sam to the room. Dean laced my fingers with his and I smiled, leaning up to kiss his chin.

"What's set up in the room?"

"You'll see."

My stomach fluttered excitedly as Sam opened the door. The room was dark and I gripped Dean's hand as the light turned on. I searched the room and looked where Sam had set he had set it up. I gasped slightly as my eyes fell upon a crib. It was a wooden one but it looked like it came apart in four sections. Which means it was an easy set up and could fit in the trunk. The wood was painted pink and as I went closer to it, there were blankets and small pillows filling it. I ran my hands over the yellow duckie one Dean had given me a short while back. I felt tears fill my eyes and then flow down my face. I shook my head, wiping them away.

I heard them come up behind me, waiting for my reaction. Some stuffed animals were on the blankets, even Oliver's bunny which means I knew Sam set this up. On the head of the board a darker magenta colored teddy bear that had a glittery crown on.

"Do you like it?"

I turned at Dean's question. I was nearly speechless. "I…I love it."

Dean grinned and came closer to the crib and tipped the crib ever so slightly. "And safe too."

I looked underneath the crib and saw the same protection sign that was woven into the blanket painted on the wood underneath the crib. Between the blanket and the crib this was going to be the safest baby ever born to a hunter. Well, safer anyways. Stating safest just asked for something to prove that wrong.

Dean put the crib back on the floor and I rushed to hug him. I thumped against his chest and he made a content sound, wrapping his arms around my back. I squeezed around his neck and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you so much, Dean."

He smiled. "You're welcome, sweetie."

Sam came up beside us. "I better be getting one of those too."

I giggled and pulled back from Dean, reaching up on my toes to hug Sam around his neck. He bent down and wrapped his arms around my lower waist. "Thanks Sam." I smiled as I stepped back. "This was the best present guys. Thank you."

"Better than Oliver's bunny?" Dean grunted and Sam smirked. I smacked Dean's arm playfully and he grabbed my arm, pulling me to him. I smiled as he wrapped his arms around me.

"I didn't think I needed to tell you."

"It'll do my ego some good."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, yes, its way better than Oliver's gift."

Sam left our side and went to take his clothes into the bathroom. I let Dean help me pull my clothes on. I was smiling all the while at the crib while Dean got dressed. Which is funny since I usually couldn't take my eyes off him. I could help but imagine a little baby in the crib, sleeping or smiling, pulling at the blankets and kicking happily. I felt the bed dip as Dean sat next to me. He ran a hand down my hair and I smiled at his touch.

"Can we leave it up, at least until we leave."

"Obviously until we leave, unless you don't want us to take it with us." He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

I yawned. "Your humor is lost on the tired."

"Let's get you to bed then. That way I can be just as funny when you wake up."

I laid down in bed and Dean placed a pillow in between my legs. I sighed as he curled himself around me, pulling my back against his chest.

"Lucky for you, you're not that funny anyways."

"Thanks babe, bring my ego back down. I like it down on the ground like that."

I smiled. "Sorry." I yawned and backed up even closer to him. It didn't really do anything, I was already as snug as I could get.

He tightened his arm around my waist and I brought his arm up, holding his hand between mine. I kissed his fingers as his nose pushed through my hair.

"Go to sleep."

I nodded and my eyes fluttered close. He didn't need to tell me twice.

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I woke up and turned on my back, rubbing my eyes. I felt the bed next to me, planning to turn over and cuddle back into Dean and sleep until I could. But my hand didn't find anything, just cold sheets.

"Dean?" I called softly but there was no answer. I opened my eyes and was greeted with really bright sunbeams bouncing off the walls. No Dean.

I sat up slightly, looking to the other bed. Sam wasn't there. Where were they? Had something happened? Had they gone to the store without me or something. The crib was still set up and all our bags were still there. There was no note and nothing was different.

Nothing except the lines of salt near the doors and windows. I swallowed as I heard the toilet flush and then the door opened.

"Bobby?"

Bobby finished drying his hands on the towel and sighed as he looked at me. "Hiya, Andy. Sleep well?"

"Where's Dean and Sam?"

"They uh...they…"

"Bobby please don't feed me a story!" Hysteria started creeping into my voice. "Where are they? We don't have case there's no reason…" I stopped, midsentence and swallowed. My hands turned into fists and angry tears filled my eyes.

I didn't need Bobby to tell me where Dean and Sam were, because I already knew.

Green River County Detention Center.

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