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Chapter 55: What is and what should never be Part 1

"So…Sam thinks we're hunting a Djinn?" I asked, looking out the window. I yawned and leaned back in the passenger seat. Two hours of driving along fifty square miles of real estate and we hadn't found one abandoned warehouse or house where the Djinn could be hiding out.

I looked at Dean and he ran a hand over his face. "He's pretty sure. I'm guessing he'll call in a little." He glanced at me and put a hand on my thigh, rubbing gently. "You shouldn't have come with me. You look exhausted."

"I'm fine." I reassured him.

He took his hand off my thigh and put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. I leaned my head against his shoulder and felt his lips travel through my hair. "How's Riley today?"

I smirked. "So is that what we're calling her?" I ran a hand over my seven month stomach and sighed quietly.

I felt Dean shrug. "I really like the name. Unless you don't."

"No, it's pretty." I said quietly. "It's the one Sam liked too right?

Dean nodded. "Yeah, he didn't argue or anything. I think he still wishes it was a boy so he could get his money back."

I chuckled and felt Riley kick gently, like she was laughing too. "She's moving again." I mentioned and looked up at him. Dean looked at me and kissed my nose, then at my stomach then back at the road for a moment.

When he made sure the street was going to remain as empty as it had been the last two hours he looked at my stomach again and ran his hand gently along my t-shirted bulge. He smirked as the baby kicked his hand. He put his hand back on the wheel.

"She's rowdy." He looked at me and I kissed his cheek. "Just like her mother." He checked the road again and then looked at my stomach. "You let your mother sleep Riley. I don't need her sleep deprived attitude."

I scoffed and poked his side and he chuckled, looking back at the road. "I am a joy to be around no matter what my attitude is."

Dean smirked. "Yeah, don't I know it?"

I rolled my eyes and intended on telling him my attitude usually depended on him when his phone rang. I sat back off of him and he dug his cell phone out of his pocket.

"Sammy?" I asked.

Dean nodded and answered. "Yeah?" He pulled the phone back and switched it on speaker.

Sam was quiet for a moment and some kind of material ruffled together.

"There's a cop car outside." He was cautious and I could pick up a hint of worry.

I glanced at Dean but he didn't seem to share Sam's concern. "Think it's for us?" I asked.

Ever since that stupid prison break in and out two months ago, we were all anal that Hendrickson was on our ass. I don't think I ever really forgave Dean for not mentioning Hendrickson to me. I had been mad at him for three full days, silent treatment, glares and all. But after a while, it got tiresome and I hated sleeping in bed without feeling his arms around me. For those three days he didn't touch me in bed, well, not when I was awake anyways. So eventually I just gave up and let him apologize and that night he held me so close to him I thought my bones would crack. With the whole jail and Hendrickson thing, the damage was already done; there was no use in being mad at him. It didn't help us any.

"I don't see how." Dean said, interrupting my train of thought. "I mean, we ditched the plates and the credit cards months ago."

Sam cleared his throat and sighed. It was relief. "No, false alarm. They're leaving."

"Good." I muttered.

"How you feeling Andy? Make Dean stop for a bathroom break yet?"

Dean looked at me and chuckled softly. I glared at the phone. "I don't see how that is funny to you two."

"Its not." Sam said with a small laugh. "Just entertaining to watch Dean's face when you ask every twenty minutes."

"It's not like I can help it!" I exclaimed. "She kicks alright? And the doctor said it's not a good idea for me to hold it when I have to go. So you two are just gonna have to deal with it or I'm just going to have to start peeing in the backseat."

Dean glared at me and I smiled smugly at him. Yeah, take that Winchester. Andy: 2 points. Winchester boys: 0.

Sam grimaced and moved onto a different topic. "You guys find anything yet?"

Dean shook his head. "Dude, you have us looking around 500 square miles of real estate. What do you think?"

"It's more like fifty you drama queen." I muttered with a smile and Dean ruffled my hair.

"Well, that's where all the victims disappeared." Sam mentioned and I heard a book thump onto the wooden table in our motel room.

"Yeah, well, we've got diddly-squat. What about you?"

"Nothing, cept research for the Djinn."

"Can those things really grant wishes?" I asked softly, thinking about what I'd wish for if I ever came up against a Genie. I knew they were far from warm and fuzzy. They didn't actually create wishes. They created alternate lives while they drugged you and took your blood to feed off of. I couldn't be tempted by wishes of a normal life and people I'd give anything to have back.

"I don't know. I guess they're powerful enough." Sam said with a shrug I could feel through the phone." Dean glanced at me and scrunched his eyebrows.

"You alright?" He mouthed as Sam continued talking.

"Not exactly like Barbara Eden in harem pants. I mean, Djinn have been feeding off people for centuries. They're all over the Koran."

I nodded and waved him off gently. "I'm fine." I said. "Don't worry about it. Just thinking."

Dean nodded a bit hesitantly and looked at the road again. "Are you guys even listening to me?" Sam asked, annoyed.

I sighed. "Yeah, Sam. Djinn, Koran, feeds off people, Barbara Eden. Got it."

Dean smirked. "Yeah. So, where do Djinns usually have their lairs?"

"Its usually ruins, the bigger, the better. More places to hide."

I looked out the window. I didn't really remember any places that we passed that hadn't been occupied. And if they were empty they were pretty run down and small. There was hardly any street lights so the car was pretty dark, I only saw so many outlines of Dean's face and that was from the moonlight. I reached over and rubbed Dean's leg as he talked.

His lips twitched into a small smile and sighed before he answered Sam. "Yeah, I think I saw a place a couple miles back. I'm gonna go check it out."

I frowned and took my hand off him. "You are?"

Wait, no, no, no. Come pick me up first." Sam protested.

"Yeah, go pick him up." I agreed. "Or let me come with you."

"Okay, first of all," He looked at me. "You're only here because you agreed you'd stay in the car."

"I did not!" Actually I had agreed to that but I knew he wasn't going to pick up Sam and I wasn't going to let him go after this thing alone.

Dean gaped at me. "Are you serious? I made you swear three times, on your fathers grave by the way, that you would not leave this car."

"You're screaming in my ear, Dean." Sam mentioned.

Dean rolled his eyes and put the phone on his lap. "And you won't. Swear to God Andy, you step a foot out of this car your seven month pregnant ass will be chained to the bed."

I punched his arm. "You're an asshole, Dean!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah," He picked up the phone again. "Love you too."

"You two done?" Sam asked. "Now come pick me up, especially if Andy isn't going with you."

I looked out the window. "I've saved your ass many times." I muttered to Dean, fuming.

"That's not the point, Andy. I don't want you getting hurt." He turned his attention back to Sam. "No Sam, I'm sure it's nothing. I just wanna take a look around."

Sam sighed. "Alright, just call me as soon as you're done so I know you're okay."

"Call you later." He hung up the phone and glanced at me as he turned the car around. "Mad at me? Been doing that a lot lately."

"You've been an idiot a lot lately." I said but didn't look at him. I stared at the repeated scenery as it zoomed pass. "Where are we going?"

"I remember this warehouse looking place on your side of the road a few miles back. Figure we mise well look around there first. If we don't find anything we'll go back to the motel and go with Sam in the morning to look for more places."

"Why can't we just do that now?" I asked. "And by 'we' you mean…?"

"Me."

I scoffed. "Of course."

"You gotta stop taking this like a personal vendetta against you, babe. You know why I'm acting like this."

"Yeah," I mentioned softly, like I didn't want to admit he was right. "I know." I ran my hand over my stomach. The baby was still, like she was tired. I yawned quietly and felt Dean wrap his arm around my shoulders again. I laid my head on his shoulder without comment.

I really hated him at times like these. It just wasn't fair. He was the only person I knew that could get away with touching me when I was upset, even if my anger was directed towards him.

After ten minutes he finally said something and changed the subject so easily. He didn't want me to be mad at him. I knew he'd rather leave the car knowing I wasn't. Then there was a less of a chance I'd somehow follow him in there.

"So," Dean looked down at me as I looked up, but all I really saw was his chin and up his nose. So I moved back a bit to see his face. "You don't need a break do you?"

I smirked. "No Dean."

"Because the doctor's right, its not healthy if you hold it." He looked at me and then the road again.

I leaned close to him and kissed his cheek. A small dimple appeared on his face as he smiled. "You're just worried about the leather of your seats."

He turned and kissed me slowly and then looked at the road. "Well yeah, that too."

"I'm fine. I promise, Dr. Dean."

He raised his eyebrows at me. "Dr. Dean, hmm? Have that fantasy often?"

I giggled and kissed his neck, running my lips over his pulse point. He groaned gently. "White lab coat and all." I teased.

"Well…we have those in the trunk, ya know. Tell me if you ever want to make that fantasy a reality." He said huskily and pulled me closer to him. I felt my cheeks fill with blood. God, I missed him like this.

I lean against him comfortably until he pulled onto a dirt road that got rather bumpy. I put a hand over my stomach and tried to still myself.

"Sorry." Dean apologized. "Fucking bumps."

I smirked as he pulled the car to a stop and turned the engine off. I turned to look at him and then outside. There were two streetlights on near the huge run down warehouse.

I tried to lean up and scrunch my eyebrows to look out the window. But all I succeeded in doing was making the building look more fuzzy, dark and somewhat terrifying. I wasn't scared of the way it looked but more like I was scared of what was inside and what could go wrong if Dean went in by himself.

"Did I mention I don't want you in there without someone?"

Dean unbuckled his seat belt. I watched him for a moment and wondered if he had heard me. "Yeah, few times now."

I nodded. "Just checking." I sat back in my seat. I guess there was no point in arguing. He was going in whether I liked it or not. What was worse was I was staying in this car…if I liked it or not.

I sniffled and felt tears swell in my eyes. I wondered if they would work for me. Dean stopped moving and I felt him lean foreword in his seat to look at me.

"Are…are you crying?"

Now I just felt embarrassed. "No." Stupid, overdramatic, emotional, pregnant tears.

What was I so worried about? Its not like Dean couldn't take care of his own. He was an experienced hunter, taught by one of the best. There was a full 95 percent that he'd come back out of that building perfectly fine, rolling his eyes about having to take Sam the next morning and chuckling at my over dramatic worrying. I guess it was only that other 5 percent that I was really worried about.

He ran his thumb under my chin and turned my face to look at him. He gently swiped his lips against my cheek to pick up any tears that might have fallen. "I'll be fine, sweetie."

He never once made fun of or asked me to stop worrying about him when he left me. Because with our job there was always room to worry. Even if we were together and especially when we were apart.

"Twenty minutes." He promised.

"Fifteen."

He chuckled and kissed my cheek. "Alright, fifteen."

"You promise? I hate being by myself for longer than that and you know it." Oh, yeah, I just went there. Honestly I didn't like it, not for too long periods of time. But I usually never admitted that. I didn't feel safe, especially now that I had to worry about someone smaller.

He wrapped an arm around my back and pulled me against him. He rubbed my back gently. "Yes, I promise."

I sighed and rested my chin on his shoulder. Why hadn't Sam come with us? To either go with Dean or stay with me? Oh right, because Dean was impatient and Sam was out at the mini mart getting food. I nearly rolled my eyes.

"You alright now?" Dean asked me, waiting for me to pull back before he let go of me.

"I'll be alright when you come back out, Dean." I mentioned and then pulled back. I kissed him gently. He ran his fingers through my hair, intertwining them as he kissed me. He gently pushed his tongue into my mouth and played with mine.

When he pulled back he had a small smile on his face. "Hmm, I never get tired of doing that."

I smirked "Good. I think we'd have a problem if you did."

He ruffled my hair. "I'll be back soon, I promise. Please try and not worry so much alright?" He stroked my face. "It'll cause wrinkles."

I smirked and pushed my face into his hand. "Okay, I'll try."

He leaned over the backseat and I gently pinched his ass as he grabbed a few things out of the random weapons duffel we had thrown back there.

He chuckled as he sat back and I heard a flashlight click on. I smiled at him as his face came into view. "Trying to work persuasion to get me to stay?" He asked me.

I shrugged. "Is it working?"

"Hmm…" He leaned towards me and caught my lips again. "So far..." He muttered against them. He curled hair behind my ear and gently rubbed the back of my neck as he leaned in and kissed me again. The kiss was soft and gentle and I wound my arms around is back, pulling him closer to me.

"I love you." I said softly as I pulled back.

He smiled. "I love you too."

I pushed on his chest and sighed. "Get this over with. Ten minutes."

"Thought it was fifteen." He said with a smirk.

"Longer you stay in the car," I played with the fabric on the back of his button down. "Shorter the time you spend in there."

"Is that so?" He asked, a bit entertained.

I nodded. "If you kiss me again you'll be down to five minutes." I gently tugged on the collar of his shirt and brought him closer to me. I kissed him again and he smirked against my lips, wrapping himself around me.

He finally pulled back and groaned, pushing his face into my neck. "You're too good at distraction." He said against my chest, his hot breath pushing against my skin.

I smiled and ran a hand through his hair. "Good. Oh and you're out of time. Looks like we have to go back to the motel."

He chuckled and placed a kiss on my chest before pulling back. "Nice try, babe. I'm checking out that warehouse. Even if it is for five minutes."

I pouted. "Its two now."

Dean placed a small but slow kiss on my forehead. He handed me the flashlight and loaded his favorite gun. He leaned back in the seat and put it in the waistband of his pants.

"Fifteen minutes." He promised, kissing me one more time.

I nodded and watched him get out of the car. My heart sank as he walked farther away from the car.

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It was reaching a half an hour. A half fucking hour. I fell asleep and I expected Dean to be back when I woke up, since he promised fifteen minutes to me. I knew the moment I fell asleep I'd be waking up to him driving the car, taking us back to the motel, walking me inside and tucking me into bed. But that's not what I woke up to. I woke up to an empty car, the flashlight still on, my heart hammering in my chest. My fingers numbly searched for my phone as I got out of the car, going to the trunk. I put the flashlight between my legs as I looked through the weaponry.

"Andy? Where the hell are you two?" Sam demanded. "Its been three hours since you guys left."

I tried to get my breathing under control before I spoke, before I started sobbing to Sam on the phone. "Sam." That was all I needed to say and he knew.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" I could tell he had gotten up from where ever he had been sitting and walking towards the door.

"Dean…" I swallowed and grabbed a gun from the trunk and loaded it. I closed the trunk and took the flashlight out and shined it against the ground as I walked towards the warehouse. "Dean said he'd be out in fifteen minutes and he's been gone for at least a half an hour. I…I fell asleep and…" And was close to tears. My voice was clogged and quaking.

"Andy, Andy!" Sam tried to calm me. "Calm down. Listen to me. Take a deep breath okay, please?" I stopped before I got to the doors and took a deep breath. "Good girl." He said softly. "Listen to me." He said again. "Do not get out of the car, understand?"

"But I just can't leave him--"

"I'm serious Andy." Sam ordered. "Its not safe. Don't get out of the car. Now tell me where you are."

I swallowed and shined the flashlight against the impala hood. The light bounced off of it and shined in my face. Like it was mocking me. "Uhm," God why wasn't my brain working? "I'm…we were driving up," I sighed aggravated. "That freaking stretch of road with a ton of real estate Sam!"

"Alright, alright." Sam said into my ear. I heard him close a door and loudly pocket the motel keys. "Where did you turn off?"

"We drove for a few miles, maybe six? Then we turned off on the second dirt road to a run down warehouse." I looked up at the building. "The letters are scratched off. It says 'Fun Toys'."

"Alright. I'll get there as soon as I can and we'll find Dean together, understand?"

I looked at the building and then at the car. I swallowed. "Okay, Sam." I said softly.

"You want me to stay on the phone with you?"

I nodded. "Yeah, please. I'm freaked as it is." Especially since I was about to defy Dean and Sam and go into that fucking building. I pulled open the door and inched inside. I left the door open behind me and flashed the flashlight around.

Sam chuckled. "What happened to laughing in the face of danger, Simba?"

I rolled my eyes. I could kill myself from watching The Lion King on a drunk night with those two Winchesters. I walked through the dark and damp warehouse, careful not to scratch my skin on any protruding metal. "Well, I laugh in the face of danger and then I hide until it goes away."

"That isn't very Winchester of you."

"I'm a Core, Sam." I mentioned quietly and looked down a long hallway. It was filled with windows, I'm guessing the rooms used to be offices.

"Oh come on," I heard Sam grunt, like he was kneeling or bending over. "You're dad was just like mine."

"Yeah, after my mom died. He was never the 'laugh in the face of danger' type."

"Death changes people." Sam said quietly and I heard an engine rev.

I chuckled. "What car did you hot wire?" I walked carefully down the hall and flashed the light around.

"Jeep."

I nodded in approval. "Way to go, Sammy. Now get your ass here."

The long hallway brought me to a stairwell. A wooden stairwell. I sighed and looked down the steps. There was light coming from the bottom but the steps looked termite eaten and wobbly. But there was light and I felt like it was calling me. I carefully made my way down the stairs, making sure the stair was safe before I put my entire weight on it. My full seven month pregnant weight. The baby kicked excitedly. Well, excited or terrified. I wasn't so sure. All I knew was my heart was pounding in my ears. It was hard to hear Sam talk to me.

"What?" I asked quietly.

"I asked if you were okay, you got quiet and I started worrying."

"Oh," I stopped for a moment on the stairs. "Yeah, Sam. I'm just…worried about Dean."

"I'm sure he's fine Andy. You know how he likes to poke shit around and go through everything."

"Yeah, but he doesn't lie to me." I said softly. Well, not of late anyways. I knew he tried not to. He said fifteen minutes, promised me fifteen minutes. There's no good reason why he'd go back on that. Not unless something was wrong.

I started to descend the stairs again and finally reached the ground floor. I swallowed as my feet hit the concrete. I looked around the room, it resembled a basement. I think I walked a few steps before something to my right caught my eye.

"Oh god."

"What? Andy?"

My breath hitched and I ran as fast I could to him. Dean. He was strung to the ceiling, along with two other girls that looked long dead. I felt vile rise in my throat. I shook him and a sob broke out of my chest. "Dean!"

He didn't move. Didn't grunt or open his eyes. I saw an IV stand next to him, extending into his arm. Some drug was being pumped into him. Right, Genie's kept their victims drugged to feed off them. I tried to get my breathing under control. To do something with my hands, untie him, check his pulse, something. Anything.

I couldn't move. It was too late anyways. I heard something shift behind me and froze.

"Andy?" Sam repeated into the phone. "Please say something."

My hand dropped as I turned slowly. I screamed.

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I jolted up in bed and looked around. The room was blue. Well, the wallpaper was blue. A beautiful ocean blue with white carpet. I swallowed and looked down at the bed. This wasn't a motel bed. Felt softer underneath me and the sheets were new. I ran my hand over them. Soft, warm, cotton. Expensive. I looked up around the room again. Dark pieces of wood furniture was everywhere around the room. From the dresser near the doorway, to the nightstand next to me and the vanity a few inches away from that.

"What?" I asked quietly.

I felt different too. The way I used to feel. I didn't feel nauseas and not every part of my body hurt when I sat up straight up like this. I pulled the sheets back and ran a hand over my flat stomach. Over the lace covered mauve satin that covered my body. Something glittered on my ring finger. A beautiful diamond ring.

It was then I noticed I wasn't alone in the bed, because who ever was next to me shifted. Cinnamon wafted to my nose. I knew that smell. I nearly jumped as I felt his warm body connect with my back.

"Hey sweetheart." He kissed my neck. I turned to look at him. It was Dean. Well, it looked like Dean. Looked like, smelled like and even talked like him. It was him. He wasn't strung up to the ceiling, drugged and on his way to dying. "You know its like eight in the morning right?" He ran a hand through his short cropped hair.

I swallowed. "I…"

He frowned and cupped my face. I felt his matching ring run across my face. "Did you have a nightmare?" He leaned foreword and gently kissed my nose. "I told you not to worry about today. We'll get Riley's present in enough time to wrap it."

"Riley?" I ran my hand over my stomach again.

He nodded, scrunching his eyebrows. He let out a soft smirk. "Yeah, you know, Riley. Three years old, running around the house last night suddenly demanding a Barbie playhouse?" He chuckled. "I know you tried to block out the conversation too but one way or another we're gonna have to get her that playhouse. Christmas Eve or not."

"Its Christmas Eve?"

Now he frowned and felt my forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"

I shook my head. "Yeah, sorry. I uhm, I just have a headache." I tried to smile at him.

God he never looked so perfect. There were no crinkles around his eyes, like life had been hard on him. And his hands were soft and amazingly smooth. No calluses from loading weapons and sharpening knives. His chest was bare and I looked down at it for a moment. No scars. Not from demons and monsters cracking his ribs and tearing his beautiful skin. My life hadn't been a nightmare, this was. Because it wasn't real. It couldn't be. It was too nice already to be real.

He ran a hand through my hair. "We'll get you some Advil and a big breakfast." He smiled and pulled me to his chest. "I can make French Toast." He ran his hands over my back as he laid back down in bed.

He kissed me softly and I licked my lips. "That sounds good." I hadn't noticed the big Christmas tree near Dean's nightstand. It had red garland and lots of big silver and gold balls around it. It was beautiful. Dean, Sam and I hadn't celebrated Christmas in such a long time.

There was a sudden bouncing on the bed and I turned off of Dean to see a beautiful little girl take my place across Dean's chest. From the quick look I got from her she had beautiful blue eyes and short brown hair into two little pigtails. She giggled when Dean picked her up.

"Hey, peanut." Dean said affectionately and she hugged him around his neck.

"De. De." She said and Dean chuckled.

"What are you doing up? Santa doesn't bring presents to little girls who don't sleep in." Dean glanced at me and smiled. I must have been smiling. I had never seen anything so adorable and heartwarming in my life. This is what I pictured when I first got pregnant. Dean and a little girl. God I loved him.

I curled hair around my ear and watched them. "I not seepy." She then looked at me and grinned, pushing herself into my arms. I looked at her surprised for a moment. I enveloped her in a hug and Dean ran a hand down her back.

"Well, you want your mom to get you some Cheerios?" Dean asked. She nodded against my chest and Dean leaned down and kissed her head. "Why don't you get your princess bowl out and we'll meet you downstairs."

"Where Dott?" She asked as she pulled back. She sat cross legged on the bed and looked at Dean.

"Dott? Sweetie, where did you leave him?" He asked, leaning close to her face. "Maybe he's in your room, go look."

She nodded and crawled off the bed, running into the hallway and left. I watched her little pigtails bob as she ran and looked over at Dean. He smiled and leaned over to kiss my cheek. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him.

"You sure you're okay? If you're not up to dinner tonight…"

"No," I should act normal. As normal as I could until I figured this out. Figured out what the hell was going on. Was my entire life just bad dream? Or was this the dream? "Dinner is fine, babe." I turned and kissed him. "I'm sorry. Its just my headache."

"Aw," He said softly and reached across the bed to the end of it. He wrapped a warm, soft robe around me. "Lets head downstairs and I'll make you some food, okay?"

I nodded and smiled. He smiled too and kissed my lips gently before pulling himself from bed. He grabbed a pair of plaid pants and a t-shirt that were also at the end of the bed. He slipped them on and I pushed my arms through the robe and tied it around my waist.

"I find Dott." Riley appeared in the doorway again, a medium sized purple bear in her little arms. Dean smiled and picked her up in his arms. She looked so tiny against him.

"You found Dott." He corrected her and ruffled her hair. "Where was he?"

"Bed."

Dean looked over at me as I put my feet on the ground and into the slippers that were there. He put Riley down. "Can you get your bowl out for breakfast, peanut?" Dean asked her as he kneeled. She nodded and ran towards the stairs. "Careful down the stairs." He called after her.

He stood and walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed my forehead. "Merry Christmas Eve." He whispered.

I swallowed and kissed his chest. "Merry Christmas Eve, Dean."

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