Bobby's

They'd stayed a few days before deciding to head out. Dean had pulled himself together the best he could. He needed to, for Bela...but for Bobby too.

He'd told Bobby what Sam made him promise. He'd first had absolutely no intentions of doing it, but Sam died fighting. He owed him to honor his wishes and go live his life with Bela and their daughter. Dean said bye to Bobby and Jo, as did Bela.

Jo and Bobby stuck around the house a while, but a while later decided to go on a nearby hunt together. Jo wasn't sure the older man should be hunting alone right now. Sam was like a son to him. She figured her mother would approve of helping Bobby

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Norristown, PA.

They'd been at home for a week now. Dean was still hurting, but trying to deal. After all, it was only a month until the baby was due and he really didn't want to be drinking this much. So he slowed it down and started doing things to help Bela get ready. She finally confronted him that night on the couch.

"Dean, what are you doing?"

"Huh? Reading this." He said, lifting up some new parent's book.

"Not what I mean. Not once have you looked into finding a way to get Sam back. Look, I'm not complaining that you're handling this okay...but it's not you."

"Bela I made a promise to Sam that I wouldn't okay? I want to, trust me I do...but I can't. Besides, this is important too." He said, motioning to her stomach.

"Yeah? I get it...however Sam kept looking for a way to save you when you were in hell didn't he? Since when do we ever keep promises like that anyways?"

"I know...okay here's what I'll do. I'll stick clear of it for the next month...we'll fret over the whole baby thing and all...and then after Delia is safely in this world then I'll go research and see if there's anything to save Sam."

"That sounds about right." She agreed.

"Did I mention you're awesome." He said.

Bela sat down next to him slowly. "Mmm no, but I already know."

He grinned. "You are. I mean, you should be telling me not to go after a way to get Sam back. Tell me to stay here and live our life. It's what you want isn't it?"

"Oh please we aren't exactly typical Dean. It's great that Sam wants us to have a normal life and all...but we certainly didn't meet under normal circumstances. None of this is normal. I mean, I do want to live here now, and not have to worry about anything supernatural creeping up into our lives and destroying us. It's just not that simple. Maybe you won't find anything and we'll stay here and go domestic...but if there is a way, than you need to try to get your brother back. That's just who you are."

"Yeah. Thank you. So, you ready for this mommy?" Dean asked her, scooting closer and rubbing small circles on her stomach. "Just a month, hell less than a month."

"I would like to say no, that I'm still a little freaked...but I can't. At this point I'm just ready for the pregnant part to be over and to hold her. It sounds way too sappy."

"Nah, not sappy at all. I'm ready too. Hell after putting up with me for the past week she'll be easy for you."

"Dean..."

"No seriously, I've been a mess. I mean, I know we both were in bad shape after hell...but this? Drinking way too much, barely eating, and not sleeping enough... its good you know me so damn well. I'd have kicked me out."

"Well...you are a complete pain in the ass. However, I happen to not care about that. With our past, I think I can take whatever you dish out Winchester."

"Mmm yeah, I bet you can. However...I can't, and I won't be that bad anymore. I owe you, and our girl here to behave myself a little."

"Good. It'll make things a little easier."

He laughed.

"Come on. Bed time woman." Dean said. He stood up and held out his hands for her to take. She grabbed them and he pulled her up. They both walked to the bedroom, and Dean slept all night for the first time in over a week.

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Night. 3 1/2 weeks Later.

So Dean did slow down on the constant drinking and Bela herself slowed down on the everday activities. She hated to sit still, but taking time out to relax had become necessary. Dean didn't mind though. Helping her out and getting a little proactive for the baby was helping take his mind off of Sam.

Bela groaned. "Okay, I'm 3 days over my due date, I say it's time to get it over with. I'm tired of waiting."

"I thought patience was your strong suite?"

"It is, but I'm over it."

"Well it's not like we can make it go any faster."

Bela sighed.

"Yes well being too early is bad…however being born too late isn't good either. I read these articles and in one the child ended up losing nutrition in the womb and…"

"Stop." Dean interrupted. "It's been a couple days, maybe they messed up. It'll be worse if you get worked up about it. She'll be fine okay?"

Bela nodded. "You know I'm used doing things myself. I only had such great patience because I would go out and make things happen when I was ready…"

"Usually at gunpoint." Dean commented dryly.

Bela rolled her eyes. "Whatever, I just have always been…"

"In control? Yes, we know you have a need to feel in control. You can't control this and you hate it."

"Really? Tell me you're not mocking me here."

Dean groaned. She really was impossible right now.

"No, just trying to calm you down okay? Trust me I'm as nervous as you are."

"Yeah, sorry."

Bela sat down on the bed.

"Don't be. You've held it together without a complaint for 9 months because we were too busy fighting the end of the world. You've earned the right to be a little grumpy."

"Hey, I'm not grumpy."

Dean smiled. "Okay. You need anything?"

"Yes Dean. I'm feeling quite neglected here." She said, a teasing tone to her voice.

"Oh really? Sorry."

"Want to do something about it?"

"Nah I'm good." He joked.

She mumbled something under her breath.

"Are you pouting?"

"I do not pout." she told him.

"Huh…I beg to differ. Seriously though, what do you want?" He asked, walking towards her.

"Mmm you." She smiled. "Help a girl out?"

He grinned, leaning down with a hand on each side of her on the bed. He kissed her and then pulled back to smirk. "You really are desperate if you're trying to seduce me."

"I hear it can help induce labor."

"Oh come on, that's really gonna get me in the mood now." He joked sarcastically.

"I was serious."

"I don't doubt it."

As much as he pretended however, he definatley loved seeing her like this. He'd fight it for sure, but there was no way he wasn't going to touch her right now.

"Well I'll see what I can do." Dean teased, wrapping his hands into her hair and pulling her closer for another kiss.

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2 Days Later.
June 13, 2010. 1 month after Sam's 'death'.

Hospital Room.

The nurses had finally left them alone after saying they could go home in the morning. It had taken a lot to get Bela and Dean both to put the newborn down back onto her little movable bed next to them. Dean was pretty sure he hadn't stopped smiling since they'd handed her to him, and even more so once he'd handed the little girl over to mommy.

"Bobby called. He said he'd be here at some point this week." Dean told Bela.

She nodded.

"You can sleep you know. I won't even take my eyes off her." Dean said. He looked over where the tiny sleeping baby was next to Bela's bed.

"Mmm I want to….I just don't want to miss anything."

"Hey you just spent all night in labor, I think you deserve sleep. Besides, she's sleeping too, and I won't let you miss anything. We have plenty of time for that."

"Yeah. Ugh, this is the least glamorous thing I've ever been through, and that's saying a lot after hell." She said quietly. "Except then I look over and see her… and I feel good again."

"Well tired as you look, you're still gorgeous."

She smiled. "Trying to sweet talk me Dean?"

"Nope, don't need to."

"Uh huh."

Bela then let herself drift off to sleep for a while. Dean sat in the chair and kept an eye on both of them. Well, until he saw Castiel in the hallway. Dean stood, he hadn't expected to see the angel again.

End Chapter.