Two weeks, three days, four pregnancy tests, and 25 bottles of beer later, Kyla and Dean sat cross-legged across from each other on their hotel bed.
"Wow." Dean said.
Kyla nodded. "You know, you didn't have to drink so much after every test, you nerd."
Dean sighed. "Sorry. I'm just really nervous about this. You sure you're pregnant?"
Kyla rolled her eyes and placed the tests in front of him, starting with the one three days ago, then the one from two days ago, then the one from yesterday, and then the one from that morning.
"Four tests, all with two pink lines. It means that I'm now technically two people." Kyla told him.
"How are we supposed to deal with this? I mean rationally?" Dean asked.
Kyla knew he was trying, and that he cared, but he didn't seem too happy about all of this. She knew it was going to take him a little way, but she had at least expected him to stroke her belly. Or maybe even smile for God's sake. Then again, they hunted demons, and you can't change a man in a night, or a week, or a couple months. He was terrified about the responsibility being thrust upon him.
"Let's just not talk about it anymore." Kyla said.
"How can we not talk about it?" Dean asked.
Kyla shrugged. "We ignore it."
Dean gave her a look. "A little person growing inside of you isn't something we can just ignore."
"Sure it is." Kyla told him, and stood up. "It's not like you won't be more prone to forget when you're drunk."
With that, she left the room, and grabbed her jacket, walking out of the hotel room, and running into quite the sight--Sam was on one knee, and Bianca was smiling as he slid a ring onto her finger.
"Yes, Sammy!" Bianca cried, and he stood up and embraced her, both of them kissing each other happily, and Kyla felt a pang of saddness, and walked past them.
"Kyla!" Bianca called after her.
"I can't right now!" Kyla replied, but soon Bianca was walking next to her, and Kyla wiped away a tear.
"What's wrong, honey?" Bianca asked.
Kyla just shook her head and forced a smile, and then she pointed to Bianca's hand.
"So Sam proposed, huh?" Kyla asked.
Bianca nodded. "Yeah. I feel really good about it."
Kyla smiled. "I'm happy for you."
"Honey, what's wrong?" Bianca asked.
Kyla stopped walking and turned to her, trying really hard not to cry.
"I'm pregnant, B." Kyla said. "And it isn't a false alarm this time."
"Why aren't you happy, then?" Bianca asked.
Kyla shrugged. "Maybe because Dean is just scared. He keeps drinking away the feeling."
"Honey, he loves you, he just--he isn't ready to be a father." Bianca tried.
"I'm not ready to be a mother!" Kyla protested, stomping her foot like a seven-year-old. "And I definitely can't do this without him!"
She sat down on the ground, and put her head in her hands, wishing she knew what to do, but she didn't. She wasn't ready for this, and she didn't know what to do anymore. Normally she was on top of things--in control. But right now she felt like she was the one being controlled.
"If you don't want the baby...there are other options." Bianca told her.
Kyla looked up at her. "No. I'm keeping it. I would never--no."
Bianca nodded, and sat down next to her, wrapping her arms around her.
"All right. But just remember that it's an option." Bianca whispered.
"Not for me." Kyla told her. "But thank you. You always have to know what else is out there. I just--I don't believe in abortion--not for myself anyways."
Bianca nodded. "And I completely understand."
"I just wish he was on board. Like completely on board." Kyla said. "I mean I'm scared too. I'm not ready for a baby. I'm not ready for motherhood, but at least I know that I have to step up and do it anyways. Why does he have to act like he's the only one affected by this?"
"Honey...he's not used to commitment. He's not used to responsibility. This is being thrust on him, even though I know you wish it didn't seem like that. But look at it from his point of view--he has to buckle down. He has to be a father, and the idea scares him because he's never been the settle down type." Bianca explained. "He's never had to be responsible for something that was unable to even kind of fend for itself. This baby is going to be helpless and innocent, and Dean doesn't know the first thing about any of it."
Kyla nodded. "Yeah. You're right."
Bianca kissed her head. "Let's go back."
Kyla nodded. "Yeah. Okay."
They both walked back to the hotel room, and Dean looked up as Kyla walked in, and Sam hugged her.
"Wow. You're like my twin, and you're having a baby." Sam said, holding her tight.
Kyla nodded, and returned the hug. She was happy that her best friend in the world was happy for her, and she kissed his cheek.
"And you're getting married." Kyla told him, smiling. "That's exciting. You hurt this kid, B, and I may have to hunt you down."
Sam chuckled a little and hugged Kyla again, before he let go and pointed to the table.
"So I made us some food. Figured it was a time for celebration--doubly so now." Sam said.
"Just a minute." Dean told him, and motioned his head to the room and Kyla took off her jacket, following him.
"Yeah?" She asked.
Dean kissed her, stroking her hair, and then pulled away a little.
"I'm trying not to be scared, but I am." He whispered.
She nodded. "Me too. But we're supposed to have each other through this too."
Dean frowned. "I suck at this."
Kyla kissed him again. "No you don't. We're going to be fine. You just have to believe that."
Dean nodded, and slowly rested his hand on her stomach, which made her kiss him again before they went to eat with the others.