SPOILERS: Season 8

I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters, unfortunately

This is just a little semi-AU I put together about Sam and Amelia. More chapters to come. I hope you like it!

After twelve straight hours of driving, Dean finally pulled the impala into Amelia's driveway. The house was small but picturesque: yellow paint, trees all around, and a porch on the side. In short, it was the opposite of everything the Winchesters had grown up with. Compared to grimy motel rooms with stained sheets and bugs, Amelia's home was a tiny paradise.

"You ready?" Dean asked Sam when is brother remained paralyzed in the seat

"Not even a little. Let's go," was Sam's brave reply. Heart pounding, Sam walked slowly to the front door of his former home and knocked. Once. Twice. Thrice. After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened.

"Sam," Amelia breathed. Underneath her fitted t-shirt was a hint of bump: their baby. Consumed with emotion, Sam placed one hand on her belly and leaned in to kiss her. Feeling her mouth on his, Sam was home. Everything around him disappeared.

"Hi," Sam laughed, finally pulling his mouth from hers.

"Hi, yourself," Amelia said. Sensing his brother had lost the power of speech, Dean stepped in to move things along.

"I'm Dean Winchester. You are way out of my little brother's league." Dean introduced himself, quoting his last words to Jess all those years ago.

"I thought you were dead." Amelia said, looking confused.

"That's what our Sammy here thought too." Dean laughed. "I'll give you two some space to work things out." Then without a backwards glance Dean sauntered to the impala.

"Why don't you come in," Amelia suggested. Sam followed her to the kitchen table, feeling large and out of place

"You look beautiful," Sam blurted out.

"I look fat," Amelia corrected, blushing regardless. "Can I get you a drink?"

"A beer would be great. Thanks. And I know better than to argue with a woman over whether or not she looks fat," Sam said.

Amelia handed Sam a beer and settled on the couch with an ice water for herself. She was plagued by doubts. Sam had run out on her once. Why wouldn't he do it again? As she searched for a way to break the silence, Sam spoke up:

"How far along are you?" He asked quietly

"Eleven weeks. I'm almost out of the first trimester." She answered swiftly before blurting out, "but I've known for nine."

"Nine weeks?" Sam asked incredulously. "You've known about the baby for over two months and didn't call me?" He was furious. Rage burned inside him. A small voice in his head reminded him that he had left her in the first place but he pushed it aside.

"Oh don't get started with the crap," Amelia cried. "You left, Sam. You left, not me. I was going to break up my marriage for you. Do you have any idea how I felt when I opened that motel room door and you weren't there? Can you fathom how much that hurt? And then to find out that I was pregnant with your baby? Don left me the moment he found out. I loved Don and he left. I loved you more but you left too, Sam. Do you really think it's been easy for me?"

Sam bowed his head, ashamed of the mess he'd made, the pain he'd caused. He didn't know that Amelia had gone to the motel room.

"Amelia, baby," he said quietly. "I'm so sorry. I know that won't begin to fix anything but it's true. I don't know if it matters to you, but I wanted to meet you that night. It hurt me so bad when I realized I couldn't. I loved you then. I love you now. And I love our baby, so, so much"

"Then why did you leave in the first place?" Amelia asked. "Don't give me that 'you don't want to know' crap. I need to know."

Sam opened his mouth to tell her she really didn't want to know. But he thought of Lisa and Dean. Dean hadn't told Lisa enough and she had nearly died. But he couldn't tell Amelia about hunting. He couldn't bring that burden on her. He didn't know what to say.