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Dean cursed as he stumbled out of the Impala, hand slipping on some blood as he tried to shut the car door quietly. On the other side of the garage, Sam was trying to stand up straight but failing. Dean could only hope that they would enter the house quietly enough not to disturb Bridget.

His hope was futile because the door to the house opened before Dean could even walk up the two or three steps to the door.

Bridget looked furious. Her green eyes glittered dangerously and her hands were propped on her hips in a disapproving manner. The baby bump she had was made even more apparent with her posture.

"What did you do?" Bridget asked in a shrill voice, taking note of all the blood. Dean rubbed his eyes, exhausted.

"There was a wendigo on the other side of the state," he said. "We went to go take care of it."

"You disappeared for two days!" Bridget scolded. "The owner of the bar called, wondering where you were. I had to tell him you were sick."

"We're back now," Dean said, trying to get through the door but Bridget wouldn't let him.

"Yeah, now," she snapped. "Of course, how was I supposed to know that? I had no idea where you went, how long you were going to be gone, or if you were even coming back."

Dean winced at the harshness of the tone in his daughter's voice and couldn't help but feel guilty.

"I've gone out on hunts before," he pointed out, trying to gently move his daughter aside so he could get into the house but the teenager wouldn't budge. Sam was resting against the car, watching the scene and trying to slow some of his bleeding.

"You've never gotten hurt this badly," Bridget admonished. "What if you had gotten killed?"

"We didn't, though," Dean said.

"But if you had, I would have nowhere to go!" Bridget said. "No place to stay, no other family to live with. I would be sent to foster care or a group home until I turned eighteen and they would most likely take my baby away!"

As his daughter continued to rant, Dean's guilt deepened. He had never really thought of it that way. He just got restless working at the garage and at the bar and whenever Sam mentioned a hunt, Dean's automatic response was to say yes. He and his brother had been fortunate and lucky enough in their hunts before that Dean hadn't thought of what would happen should both of them permanently die. As Dean considered this, he tuned back into Bridget's rant.

"—I already lost my mother in a fire. Do you want me to become like you and lose my father to a hunting accident as well?"

Even Sam cringed at that. Bridget was definitely going for the full guilt trip and Dean was falling for it, just like Sam knew he would.

"Would it make you feel better if we promise not to go looking for hunts?" Dean asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest and trying not to show how painful the movement was.

A small smirk crossed Bridget's lip as she finally realized how desperate her father was to get in the house and patch himself up, followed by some much needed sleep.

"Promise me you won't go hunting for the rest of my pregnancy and I'll even let you in the house," she bargained, knowing that was the only way her mind was going to be put to rest. She knew her father well and knew that he wouldn't easily break a promise to her.

"All right," Dean agreed readily. Sam stumbled around the Impala and toward the door as Bridget stepped aside to let her father and uncle into the house.

"What were you doing up so late, anyway?" Sam asked as Dean went to get the first aid kit. Bridget sat gingerly on the couch, trying to get comfortable.

"I couldn't sleep knowing that you and Dad were somewhere out there," she admitted. "I didn't know if you were alive or hurt or dead. So I decided to look at homeschooling and online schooling programs while I waited for you two to hopefully come home."

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Why were you looking at those?" he asked. Bridget's hands smoothed over her belly in nervousness.

"People at school are starting to suspect and spread rumors," she admitted. "So far I've been able to hide them by wearing large sweatshirts and by skipping gym class until it ended." Bridget ignored Sam's face when he heard that she had been skipping classes. "I don't want that kind of attention, so I figured it would be better if I did my schooling on the internet or at home."

Sam frowned. He didn't really like the thought of what his niece was proposing. He knew all too well that Bridget would most likely procrastinate on her work with no teachers to demand anything from her. Dean, having overheard what his daughter was saying, sighed. He didn't want to deal with this now. He was too exhausted at this point.

Sam and Bridget could fight it out between themselves.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Sam said. Bridget's eyes narrowed.

"Why not?" she asked sharply. "I'd be able to do it."

"You shouldn't drop out of school," Sam insisted. "Education is important."

"I'm not dropping out," Bridget informed her uncle. "Homeschooling isn't dropping out."

"Where are you going to find teachers for homeschooling?" Sam inquired. "Your father certainly doesn't have the time."

"There's programs in the area," Bridget said. "The library also holds classes sometimes."

"But will you really have the motivation to go?" Sam asked. Bridget scowled.

"What are you implying?" she asked sharply. Sam raised his hands in defense.

"I'm just saying that you don't exactly have the best track record so far with passing classes and having perfect attendance," he pointed out. "Once the baby is born and you're constantly exhausted, you won't exactly have the motivation to go to classes or to do your work."

Bridget huffed in frustration.

"So you want me to suffer the constant humiliation from my classmates of being that girl who got knocked up in high school?" she asked in horror.

"I just don't want you to become one of those teenage high school drop-outs!" Sam said in exasperation.

"I won't be!" Bridget cried. "Why don't you have any faith in me?"

"I'm just trying to look out for you," Sam claimed. Bridget's green eyes glared at him.

"Well you don't get to tell me what I can and can't do," she said. "You're not my father."

"So I can't tell you what's in your best interest?" Sam asked incredulous at how thickheaded Bridget was being. It was like dealing with Dean. Bridget said nothing, choosing instead to storm off. Unless her father said something, she would be going through with her plan and there was nothing her uncle could say about it.

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