When the boys got back, Sam made a face, since Bianca was packing.

"What's going on?" Sam asked.

Bianca smiled. "Well, I have to take care of something, but I'll be back. I promise. I can't possibly let the three of you go off and do something stupid by yourselves. And I mean...what if you guys run into something cool?"

Sam nodded. "Well...what's up?"

Bianca shrugged, but the smile was wiped off of her face, and she knew she couldn't lie about it.

"Something's wrong with my brother. I have to go and check on him. And before you freak out--it isn't demon related. Just...Ky has my number, so call later, okay?" Bianca told him.

Sam nodded and hugged her, and though awkward at first, they both enjoyed it. Then he let go and Bianca left, leaving Sam to wonder where Dean was.

"Dean?" Sam asked.

"You guys home?" Kyla asked, coming out into the main living area and sighing.

"Hon, you look pale." Sam said.

Kyla shrugged. "Yeah. Happens."

Sam looked her in the eye. "Hey...something is up. What's wrong?"

"Who wants beer?" Dean asked, coming into the room.

Kyla sighed. "Not me. I think I'm going on this special kind of diet."

Dean chuckled. "No, seriously. You want it on the rocks?"

Kyla sighed. She normally loved it when Dean tried to be clever and everything, but right now wasn't the time. She didn't feel well, and she didn't feel like discussing the important things either. Bianca had just left, and Kyla wasn't in the mood for funny.

"What?" Dean asked. "You love it when I'm clever."

Kyla just nodded and went back to the room, Sam heaving a sigh.

"Something's wrong. Can't you tell?" Sam asked.

Dean shrugged. "She seems pale. Look, I'll go talk to her. You pour the drinks."

Sam heaved a sigh and then he nodded, letting Dean go into the bedroom, where Kyla was sitting up, hugging a pillow to her and looking at her feet as she wiggled her toes.

"Hey, Kid...what's wrong?" Dean asked, sitting on the bed, leaning towards her.
Kyla lifted her gaze, looking Dean in the eye and shrugged.

"I feel different today." She replied.

Dean pushed some hair out of her face and kissed her, but something was missing. For one, she didn't return it, but it wasn't that--it was the look of terror hidden behind the exterior of courage.

"Hey...really. What's wrong?" Dean asked.

Kyla looked at him and then lay down on the bed, hiding her face under the pillow.

"I hate my life." She said.

Dean lay down too, and rested his hand on her side after pulling the pillow off of her face.

"I know how to fix that. Life is so much better after some good loving." He said with a smirk.

Kyla laughed a little, but shook her head.

"Not right now. I mean we're going to have to get it out of the way soon, but you're going to have to find something else to do with me." She began to ramble.

"Wait...wait. What do you mean get it out of the way?" Dean asked.

Kyla took a deep breath. "Sex has side effects. That's why they tell us to practice abstinence in Sex Ed. There are people like you, who have to have it, and people like me, who find the guy they want to be with, and happen to bend, and make it a part of the relationship. You, Dean Winchester, the man who cannot keep it in his pants, has impregnanted me."

The two sat in silence for a little while before Kyla couldn't take it anymore.

"Go ahead and yell. Jump up. Scream. Throw things. Be annoyed that you're going to be a dad. Please. Do something other than sit there and look at me." Kyla said.

Dean raised an eyebrow. "You know, telling me that you're pregnant, is a lot quicker than making me wait forever for a simple answer. And technically, I'm LYING here."

Kyla sat up. "Dean...really. Do something other than stare at me."

"Why?" Dean asked. "You're beautiful, and I like looking at you."

Kyla smiled a little. "Thank you for that."

"I guess this means no more beer." Dean said.

Kyla nodded and got an annoyed look on her face.

"And no more coffee. How the Hell am I going to live?" Kyla asked, and put her head under the other pillow.

****

Kyla spent the majority of the night in bed, running her fingers along her stomach. Dean had finally let it all sink in, and had to go out and drink and be merry to deal. Sam, however, sat next to Kyla and they played a good old fashioned game of truth.

"Okay. So...what do you miss most about Jessica. Not to bring up painful memories...but really." Kyla said.

Sam smiled a little. "The way she smelled. Her hair always smelled so wonderful, and I loved that about her. That and the little ways she showed she cared. Baking cookies randomly and leaving them out for me when I came home late. Always knowing when something was up or wrong."

Kyla smiled. "That's always nice, isn't it?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah. So...what do you like best about Dean?"

Kyla laughed. "That's a hard question. I mean...I guess the thing I love most about him is that he's adorable--and I mean that in the least shallow way possible. I mean he acts so stoic, but underneath he feels just like we do, and he's adorable when he tries to act like he doesn't care."

"That's very true...even the adorable part." Sam chuckled. "I admit it."

"So what do you really think of Bianca leaving?" Kyla asked.

Sam gave her a look, but answered the question.

"Well...I hate it. I miss her. A lot. I wish she hadn't left, but I understand that she needs to take care of her brother. I have to take care of mine too sometimes." Sam explained.

Kyla smiled. "Yeah. Dean needs more looking after than you do. I almost kind of wish that you were with him right now."

Sam laughed. "Don't worry, Ky--he's not hitting on...that many girls. He's going to be a dad. He just--he just has to get used to the idea."

"Which means hangover tomorrow, and prolly waking up to someone he doesn't remember going to bed with. And as mad as I will be, I'll forgive him, and we both know it." Kyla said.

As she said that though, Dean came into the room and shot Sam a look, Sam quickly leaving.

"I'm not the kind of person to say this, but I'm terrified." He told her.

Kyla smiled and lifted up the covers, Dean crawling underneath, but he reeked of alcohol. Tolerating it, Kyla kissed his forehead.

"I'm terrified too. We're--I'm going to be birthing a baby. You know how much that's going to hurt?" Kyla asked, getting a little smile.

"Yes, but I'm afraid I'm going to screw the kid up. If you haven't noticed, I'm not the most reliable guy." Dean told her.

Kyla laughed. "No. I hadn't, but I feel that way too. I mean look at us. What are we going to do for it?"

Dean sighed and closed his eyes, running his fingers through his hair.

"I need more beer." Dean said.

Kyla shook her head. "You need a shower...and I need to take one with you."

Dean laughed. "But before then...I am in love with you."

Kyla smiled and got out of bed, pulling Dean towards the bathroom.

"And now I owe you so much more than a shower." She replied, and as she closed the bathroom door and he took off his shirt, she smiled. "And I'm in love with you too, Deano."