SPOILERS: Season 8

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

"I think you're making the right choice. Go talk to her tomorrow."

Sam barely slept that night. His head ached with the burden of what he had to tell Amelia and his heart ached from how much it would hurt her. He got up hours before Dean and did what he did best: research. Sam read all he could about pregnancy, childbirth, and babies. He had been to hell and back, but he was more terrified than he had been in his life. Gestational diabetes, episiotomies, and SIDS scared him more than any demon could. And more importantly, he knew nothing about them. Sam was used to being the expert when he hunted. Now, he was faced with a world he knew nothing about.

"You're up early," Dean commented as he woke up.

"Couldn't sleep," Sam replied shortly

"I don't blame you. What time do you want to go to Amelia's? Will she be working or something?"

"It's Saturday, Dean. She has off. We should head over around ten, maybe?"

"We?" Dean asked questioningly

"Yeah, we." Sam answered with a smirk. "I think Uncle Dean should be there, don't you?

"God, Uncle Dean!" Dean moaned. "It makes me sound old."

Two hours later Sam texted Amelia saying they were coming over and the Winchester got in the impala and made their way to her house. Neither said anything on the way. They pulled up to her house and Sam rang the doorbell. Amelia opened the door and invited them in. Sitting on the couch, Sam prepared to tell Amelia his plan.

"Alright," Amelia began. "You've made a decision?"

"A decision?" Sam asked, hurt. "There never was a decision to make, babe. I just needed to sort out logistics."

"Okay, shoot" Amelia instructed him. Sam glanced nervously at Dean, who gave him an encouraging look.

"Amelia, yesterday you asked me why I left you. You're right it was more than Don. Um…. The truth is, for my entire life, I've been part of a… family business. It's complicated, I guess. The bottom line is that our job, Dean and mine, is very dangerous and makes in very difficult to have relationships with people not in the job. I-"

"What the hell do you mean "dangerous'?" Amelia interjected. "Why can't you just quit or whatever?"

"It doesn't work that way," Sam answered. "I wish I had a better explanation." Dean was becoming more and more fed up by Sam's delicateness by the moment.

"We hunt monsters," Dean announced. "Ghosts, demons, werewolves, vampires, you name it. Sammy and I travel around the country hunting and killing all the things that go bump in the night. We've made some enemies along the way. And we've gotten wrapped up in some pretty big stuff. We're actually in the middle of some big stuff now."

"I'm sorry, are you insane?" Amelia asked him, incredulous. "You actually expect me to believe in all that crap? I may be pregnant but I'm not an idiot!"

"It's true," Sam murmured. "We've been doing for our whole lives, Dean and I. It's why I didn't finish Stanford. It's why I left you. We've never had a choice. I know you think I'm crazy, babe, but please believe me. I'm not insane and I'm not lying. I just want you to know the truth."

"Prove it," Amelia said after a long pause.

"What?" Sam and Dean said together.

"If you're telling the truth, prove it to me."

"Amelia, sweetheart, it's dangerous and scary," Sam explained. "There's no way in hell I'm taking you or our baby hunting."

"Then think of something else," Amelia demanded. "Pictures, videos, I don't care what."

"Dad's journal?" Dean suggested.

"No. Not concrete. What about that video those college kids made after the one guy got bitten by a werewolf? What was his name, Brian?"

"Oh yeah," Dean said. "Brian!"

"I'm sorry, what?" Amelia asked.

" A few months back Dean and I were hunting a werewolf. Some college kid got bit but didn't really know what it meant. He and his friends made some movie thing about it," Sam explained.

"Okay, show me," Amelia demanded. And so they all drove back to the motel in the impala and Sam and Dean showed Amelia the video. She kept a straight face through the whole thing. Sam noticed, however, that she clutched her abdomen with desperation as the video progressed, protecting their unborn child. After it finished, she turned to Sam:

"You've done that your whole life?" She asked. Sam only nodded. Amelia got up and wrapped her arms around Sam's neck, clinging to him as he stroked her hair. "What do we do now?" She asked him.