Oklahoma. Motel. Night.

Sam had passed out on one of the beds as soon as they'd entered the motel about 20 miles from their last case, and after spending 3 days cooped up in a mental hospital they needed the break.

Dean drank a glass of whiskey before putting it away and heading to bed when he noticed his phone telling him he had a voicemail. He looked at the number and slid his phone open to dial it back.

"Hello." Bela answered.

"You rang." Dean said.

"Mmm yeah, hours ago actually."

"Sorry, we were a little uh...tied up."

"I bet. It's been weeks, no one's heard from you two."

"Yeah..sorry about that."

"Where are you anyways?" she asked.

"Oklahoma."

"That's sounds terrible."

"You have no idea. We were in a friggin' mental institution."

"In that case, sounds about right." Bela teased.

"Shut it. We were workin a case."

She laughed.

"You talk to Bobby? Know how they're doing over there?" Dean asked.

"Last week. Dealing I guess. I didn't exactly ask though."

"Right. So did you call for any particular reason?"

"No."

"So you weren't worried about me then?"

"No Dean, I was bored."

"Ahh. So what you wanted phone sex or something?" He teased.

Bela practically spit out the water she was drinking. "Really Dean?"

"I'm a guy."

"Yes I'm aware. Listen, I'm glad you're alright and called back and all...but it's 2:00am and I need sleep."

"Yeah, right...sorry."

"It's fine."

"Night." Dean finally said.

"Goodnight." Bela replied.

"I'll call you tomorrow. Catch up." Dean said

"I'll believe you when you do." she said laughing. God she knew him well.

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2 weeks later. About 1 1/2 months since Carthage.

Impala. Day.

Dean was driving away from Massachussets and picked up his phone. They left their latest case, another sign of how strange things could get for them when a teenage boy used a spell to switch places with Sam. Dean didn't find any cases right away though and decided he could use the break. He pulled out his phone.

Bela saw Dean's number on her caller ID. "Dean."

"Hey. So, we're leaving Massachussets, where are you?"

"Home." Bela answered.

"Great, I'm heading that way. We're only 2 hours out."

"Yeah?"

"You okay?"

"Yes, yeah I'm fine."

"You sound weird. We're you sleeping?"

"No, just resting."

"I don't have to stop by." Dean said.

"It's fine, I don't mind."

"Okay. I'll see you in a few."

"Alright." Bela said, and hung up.

Dean put his phone down.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Nothin...she just seemed a little off."

"Not our kind of off right? Better not be possessed." Sam said.

"No not like that." Dean shook his head.

"You gonna drop me at some motel while you go see your girfriend then?"

"She's not...I. Oh nevermind."

"Wow not even denying anything anymore?"

Dean shrugged. "Don't be jealous Sammy."

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Queens. Bela's Condo.

Dean actually knocked this time. She'd seemed tired on the phone. He didn't really care if she was up for anything, but he did want to see her. She pulled open the door, and Dean took in her appearance. He smiled.

"Well don't get to see this very often." Dean said.

"Hush." she said groggily.

"Were you asleep? In the daytime?"

"For a bit. Didn't mean to really."

Bela was in fitted sweatpants and a loose sweater. Her hair was pulled back out of her face and Dean noticed she looked paler than the last time he'd seen her.

"Okay are you sick?"

She shrugged lightly, and he followed her towards the kitchen. Bela poured another glass of water.

"Aw maybe you should go sleep...am I gonna need to make you some soup?" He teased.

She smiled at that. "Dean I had no idea you were such a caretaker."

He laughed. "You know what, you go sit on that pretty little couch of yours and I'll make you dinner...if you have anything."

"Where's your brother."

"Taking a break at a nearby motel."

Bela grabbed the throw off the chair and curled back up on the couch. She'd been like this for a week actually, she guessed the stress finally got to her. Lately she hadn't been so great at eating well like she used to. This year had been crazy.

"Dean you really don't have to fix me food I've been doing just fine on my own here."

"No offense Bel, but you look like crap."

"Yeah, I'll try not to take offense to that." she said, rolling her eyes...not that he could see her from the kitchen.

"I'm serious. I don't offer to be nice often you should take it." he said grinning. "By the way, your fridge is kinda empty."

"There's some stuff in the pantry."

"Right." Dean said, looking around. "Okay, italian style veggie or some kinda south style chicken soup. I won't give suggestions 'cause I have no idea what any of that tastes like."

"Um...probably best go with vegetable. My stomach's still queesy."

"Don't tell me you were sick to your stomach too. Why didn't you say anything on the phone."

"Dean, I take care of myself when I'm sick. Not used to other people caring. And you know, I hardly ever get sick. I haven't been for years."

"Well take advantage of it for once since I'm here."

"Oh yes I bet this is how you planned on seeing me." she grumbled.

"Maybe not, but I don't care."

Dean put the soup on the stove. "You got coffee? I'm caffeine deprived." he said.

"Yeah, I put some in there last night but didn't make any. Should be able to just turn it on."

"Great."

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Bela walked back into the kitchen when the soup was finished a few minutes later, and Dean poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Aw poor you being sick and not getting the good stuff." He said, motioning to the coffee cup. She looked at it for a second.

"God that smells terrible."

"It's coffee." Dean said, giving her a weird look. "You love coffee."

"Yeah I know I just..." she started, but then stood back up from the barstool. "I'll be back." She said quickly, making her way out of the room. Dean stared at her as she left with her hand over her mouth. That didn't look good.

Bela came back a minute later.

"You okay? Maybe you should wait on the food?"

"I'm okay. Actually pretty hungry."

"Alright then." He set the bowl in front of her. "Lucky for you I grabbed a burger on the drive over."

She laughed.

"You look better." he said.

She nodded. "You been doing that all day?" Dean asked, referring to her trip to the bathroom.

"No."

"No?"

"All week."

"You're just now getting around to mentioning this? I didn't realize Flu's lasted that long."

She shrugged. "Well I guess this one does."

"Maybe you should go to..." Dean started.

"No thank you. I don't do doctors Dean. Besides I'll be alright. I get around just fine, it comes and goes."

He held up his hand in surrender.

Bela ate her soup quickly hoping to keep it down this time. She felt completely pathetic, especially now that Dean was here to see her like that. She hated being taken care of. He did do it quite well though for someone who wasn't that sentimental.

"Okay woman, off to bed for you."

"I'm not a child honey." she said, frowning.

"And I don't care." he said. He put his hands on her shoulders guiding her towards the stairs. When she got to the stairs he stopped her.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Being nice." He said, smirking. Dean then put his arms around her and lifted her up bridle style, and proceeded to carry her up the stairs.

"Dean put me down."

"Nope."

"I can walk the up the damn stairs you know."

"Yes, I do know. Just humor me."

She sighed. He then walked to the bedroom and set her down on the bed.

"Alright this is way too much."

"Shut it woman. What's too much is your constant chatter."

Dean then pulled the covers up over her and took off his shoes, and walked to the other side.

"You really want to do that? What if you get sick?"

He shrugged. "Nah. Just relax."

He climbed in beside her and turned off the lamp.

"Go to sleep." he told her.

She wanted to tell him not to tell her what to do..but she let it go. She was so tired.

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Morning.

Bela woke to the sound of Dean in the kitchen. What was he up to now? She made her way to the bathroom and was about to grab her toothbrush when she was hit with another wave of nausea.

After it was over she quickly brushed her teeth before she went downstairs.

"Hey."

"Hi. You don't look that much better like I thought you would."

"Oh what do you think you are Dean the magic cure all?" she tried to tease.

"Of course." he smirked.

She laughed a little. He then set a bowl of cream of wheat in front of her. "That's all you had besides bacon and eggs...and I doubt you would want that just yet. It probably tastes like crap though, I didn't really know how to make it I just read the package."

She shrugged. She was starving and didn't want to be too picky for once. Before she could eat though she seemed to gaze off, Dean noticed.

"Bela." he said. She didn't answer him. "Hello. You okay there?"

She turned her head towards him and was about to answer when the room started spinning. It was a good thing she was already sitting, the floor wasn't very far. And Dean could see her fainting, so he ran and caught her right before she knocked her head on the floor.

"Bela? Hey?" He tried. She was out though. "Damn it. You know what? Screw you woman I'm taking you to the hospital. Not like you can argue with me now."

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Outside of Hospital. Impala.

Dean drove to the area that was more immediate care than emergency, and looked over to see Bela waking up in the passenger seat.

"Dean? What are we...where are we?"

"You are going to the doctor."

"What? No don't do that I'm fine."

"You just fainted."

"I got a little dizzy. It happens."

"Nope, not taking no for an answer and if you don't walk in with me quietly I will carry you in kicking and screaming."

She sighed. "Fine."

"Good girl." he said. Bela glared at him.

He opened her side of the car door and grabbed her hand. She was still glaring.

"I can walk."

"Yeah well my luck you'll faint before we go through the door."

"I'm feeling much better." She lied.

"Bullshit."

She groaned. He was a pain sometimes.

They waited several minutes before they took her back.

"You can come with her if you want." the nurse said.

Bela had filled out some information before going back, giving them a fake last name. Dean easily adjusted to the new identity she'd created as they walked back. Once in the room they'd done a blood test and took her vitals.

"Blood pressure's a little higher than normal but not too bad."

"Great, can I go now?"

"No ma'm. We're waiting on the results of the blood test still. Fainting is a fairly big deal in some situations, especially if you've been feeling ill this long. I need to know you're other symptoms."

Dean sat there listening.

Bela wanted to play it off as nothing but decided against it. "Just nauseus, a few minor dizzy spells, tired too I guess."

Dean texted Sam to let him know where he was while she spoke.

"All day?"

"Not particularly. On and off mostly. Morning for sure, and night. Daytime too really."

"But you notice a lot of it in the morning and night?"

She nodded.

"Uh huh."

Dean looked at the doctor. "What's that mean?"

"Just a thought. This your boyfriend?"

"What?" She asked. She looked at Dean. They hadn't labeled anything...sure he'd asked her to finally admit to this being some sort of relationship...but she'd never felt like calling him that.

"Are you two together?"

She sighed, that was better. "Um, yeah...yeah." she got out. Dean smiled to her a little. He'd almost expected her to deny it.

"Okay. So then I hope you don't mind me assuming you guys are...in an active relationship?"

She gave him a confused look, and then got his meaning. "Well we're not bloody saints." she huffed. Dean snorted a little.

The woman looked a little frightened of Bela.

"Sorry. I'm just trying to ask...oh you know what nevermind. Should we speak in private?"

"Excuse me?"

"I just though, I mean if you aren't married or anything, the next few questions are a little more personal."

Dean looked up. Bela shrugged, she really didn't know what this was about.

"It's fine just ask me and get it overwith I'm tired and would love to go back home."

"Right okay, when was your last menstrual period?" The doctor asked.

Had Bela been drinking anything she'd have spit it out. Dean's face turned a little red. He hadn't expected that.

"I'm sorry? Why?"

"It'd be helpful if you just answered the question."

Bela sighed. She hadn't though about it really...why would the doctor want to know though. Granted it was a routine question, but...Oh hell no. She didn't think...Bela was ready to pass out again.

"I don't...I don't know." She said, then though back. It was before they went after Lucifer. That'd been over a month ago. No. "Not quite 2 months."

Dean looked at her slowly. His mind started racing a little at that, finally getting what the doctor lady was asking.

"Okay, well I won't jump to conclusions here and we can wait a little while for the results to come back...but I'd like you to seriously consider the possibility that you may most likely be pregnant Miss Grayson.

Bela froze, Dean went pale. They didn't look at one another at all.

"I'll be back in a few minutes." The doctor continued, and left the room.

Neither spoke for a minute or two.

"Bela." Dean said finally.

She slowly turned her face towards him. "I can't be...I..." she stopped. Dean was beyond freaked out...but there was this tiny part of him inside that had jumped a little at the doctors words. He didn't want to scare Bela, so he walked over to her and took her hand.

"You're okay." he said. He then pulled her into a tight embrace.

"I don't know if I am okay." she replied.

Well that was unexpected. What now?

End Chapter.

*Okay, well I wanted this to happen before the end of season 5, to give Dean something worth fighting for. I hope it wasn't too soon though. I thought the night they spent together before fighting Lucifer in Abandon all Hope was a good night for this to happen.