Note: Hey, friends! Long time, no see. I was not expecting another installment of Because of You. But because of your kind words and kudos, I felt motivated. Thank you so much. Please do not hesitate to leave a constructive criticism or a few words of encouragement. Again, thank you and have a great day. -AMJ

I don't know what got over me, but as soon as the engine on the Impala died, I pushed the seat back, saddled Dean like a horse and kissed him passionately. My hands cupping his face, his head against the back of his seat. I was hungry for him. His plump, wet lips on mine like it was yesterday. His hands on my hips as I gyrated and writhed above him, with his hips hurriedly meeting mine. He was caught by surprise, but he didn't fight it. Our tongues colliding, fighting. My right hand slithering from under his shirt, brushing against his sensitive nipple, which made him moan in my mouth. That made me even hungrier for him.

His strong hands were no longer on my hips but on the back of my head, gently tugging my hair. He didn't forget what made me tick. A gentle nibble on his lip made him react more. His lips left mine, which made me whimper. But his eyes flashed he had other plans in mind. His hands impatiently feeling for the bottom of my shirt, his face deep inside. At first, I wasn't sure what he wanted, until his mouth found it. My body roared as he discovered what it was he was looking for, which he flicked and whirled in his mouth. The sensation exciting every nerve in my body. I arched my back giving him more, which he gladly took. More animalistic noise reverberated from me as he continued to explore what was underneath my shirt. His tongue prowling from one mound to the next. I couldn't help but bit my lower lip and his mouth took it all in.

Suddenly, he stopped, replacing my shirt back down. His massive hands on my arms pulling me off of him, his eyes on mine, ragged breathing between the two of us. I was pissed and confused at the same time. How could he get me worked up only to stop midway?! I darted for his lips one more time, but he held me steady where I was. What the hell?

His breathing slowed down, mine didn't. I couldn't see him clearly because of my hair, cascading down my face, moving back and forth every time I breathed. "What are you doing?" He asked, voice ragged, straightening himself from underneath me. His hands resting still on my biceps. I knew he was awake between my thighs, and he was just as hungry as me or more. So what gives?

"What are you doing, Rae?" He repeated himself much clearer.

I didn't move. I stayed seated on him, staring at his piercing green eyes. They were just as beautiful as the moment I met him. Sparkling emeralds, but they looked tired. What happened between then and now? I rested my forehead on his, my hands on his chest. Breathing each other in, my fingertips feeling the rise and fall of his chest, his heartbeat that was once erratic is slowing itself.

"I thought you," I whispered as I slowly kissed his cheek, then his jaw, his neck. His veins pulsating under my tongue as I made it to his ear lobe. The grip he had on me earlier loosened a bit, but not by much. And just like that, he lifted me off of him and got out the car without a single word. I was crestfallen. I thought we both wanted this.

"Oh, my god," I whispered to myself, still sitting how I was, straddling no one. I was overwhelmed by emotions all at once.

"Oh, my god," I repeated a little louder like it was going to change anything; it didn't. I was still in the car by myself, embarrassed and rejected. Tears began to form.

"Uh-uh, Rae. You're not going to cry. Suck it up!" I angrily whispered to myself and wiped the tears away with the back of my hands. I'm a big girl and after a few deep breaths, I was able to center myself. Sitting myself behind the wheel, I peered through the windshield. Just a row of beautiful, classic cars, a steady whir of the exhaust fan, and the buzzing hum from the lights up above. I was left with my thoughts.

Was I too forward? Did he not want me? Questions hovering through my mind. Should I not have? I kept my eyes closed. Because the moment I open them, I will cry enough tears to keep a river flowing. That's how wounded I felt. I needed more time to calm myself before walking in. So, I rested my head on the steering wheel, thinking I wasn't wanted.

Not too long after, I heard the door on my side creak as it opened. I didn't say a word, but neither did he. He placed his hand on mine and directed me out the car; I followed. The door closed with a loud thud, which made me jump, but I stood where he left me.

Towering over me, he stared at me, my back against the car. I didn't know what else to do so, I gazed right back. In front of me was not an angry man. What was once marred with confusion was filled with clarity. Pain was still there. What can I do to make it disappear?

Subconsciously, I reached for him, my fingertips on his forehead, hesitatingly down to his closed eyelids, which he let me. I don't know this man's whole life story, and I don't think it's always been rainbows and pots of gold. Maybe never. I don't know. I can sense the darkness, I see how wounded he is. I want to understand, but will he let me?

"It's okay," I found myself consoling him, drawing him closer to me, letting him rest his head on mine. "Dean, it's okay. We're okay." He smirked like a little boy and it melted my heart. I set my free hand on my tummy. He followed, kneeling and planting a kiss on my naked belly.

"Our baby is okay. You're not alone. We're here." What I thought was going to calm his heart caused a different reaction. Suddenly, his shoulders shook. He was sobbing. Lord, how battered do you want this man before you let him find his happiness? I couldn't help but shed tears for him. This man confident, arrogant, intelligent was breaking down in front of me. When a few hours earlier, he was like a little boy in a toy store.


"Will you stop touching everything?! You're worse than a child!" Rae scolded Dean, but he couldn't help himself. As soon as he lifted one off the table, it fell apart. The model was a size of a full-grown baby in a uterus, which felt out awkwardly, making a 'thwack' sound as it hit the floor. Even though she was scolding him, she couldn't help but smile at Dean's clumsiness. After all, this was rarely seen on the man. Most of the time, he was a grump or wearing a sarcastic look.

"Oops," he grinned, picking up the plastic baby off the floor, which he can't keep in his hand for some ungodly reason. Rae shook her head, rolling her eyes, suppressing a smile.

But just like Dean, she was fascinated of what's in the room, but she was at the same time, scared. She has no experience with children, let alone babies. "Is he terrified like me?" she asked herself but later recalled that he was a big brother. "Probably not since he cared for Garth when he was young."

"Look how huge this baby is!" He exclaimed, bringing the focus back to him. "Do you think my boy will be this big? I bet he will be. Us, Winchesters, are big boys!" His face lit up like a Christmas tree, while Rae's was a scowl.

She knew babies are delivered 'down there.' "So, how big is this baby going to be?!" She wondered with worry setting in.

"Your boy?" Rae scoffed. "Wait a minute. How about a girl?" Rae doesn't know much about her family history, not that she has spent time thinking about it. She didn't want to. All she knew was that Mr. Gibbs saved her and that's all that mattered. How about Dean? What does he know about his family?

Dean bit his lower lip and gave it some serious thought. He placed the model back where he got it and sat back down without uttering a word. Rae was concerned at first; Dean finally said something. "As long as he or she is healthy, that's all I care about." His warm, green eyes met hers and she swooned. All she did was nod because if she said anything, it may cheapen the moment or worse, make her cry.

This was actually the first time both of them interacted past awkward greetings. They talk, but nothing like this, not a thing about the child they made together. For the first time, they were faced with the reality of a family. And then there was silence.

The room was cold and Rae was starting to feel it. She squeezed the front of her hospital gown she was forced to wear for warmth, but it wasn't enough. Her gown as she was told by the nurse was for ease of care since a transvaginal ultrasound and pelvic exam will be performed during this appointment.

"What for?" she asked the nurse after the initial assessment was done. Rae was a bit annoyed that another pelvic exam had to be done. The first time she had one was traumatic all in itself. The thought of a speculum...she visibly shook.

"Ask the doctor when she comes in," was what the nurse responded before telling her to get completely undressed and put the gown on with the opening to the front.

Before she could ask why, the nurse replied, "the doctor will also be doing a breast exam. It makes it easier if the opening is to the front." Initially, she was sunshine and rainbows, trying to flirt with Dean, but it all changed when Dean didn't return the favor.

"Hi, my name is Melissa. I'm Dr. Thompson's nurse." She looked at Rae nonplussed, then to Dean. The moment she saw him, her eyes shifted downwards. Her demeanor changed and she nudged Rae out of the way. At first Rae was jealous and disgusted that her eyes were below Dean's belt, but she understood what caught her eyes, his left ring finger.

"Hi, I'm Melissa," she repeated as if he didn't hear her the first time. It was apparent that she was physically and sexually attracted to the man. The lip biting, the hair twirling, the seductive smile...All Rae could do was smirk and shake her head in bewilderment. She recalled an exact incident that occurred at Jolene's a few months back. She let it play out to see Dean's reaction to the nurse's advances.

Rae wrapped her arms around Dean's sinewy arm with the biggest grin on her face. "Yeah, this is my half-brother, Dean," she lied, nudging him on the rib as they walked past a few exam rooms. The color scheme was welcoming and so were the illustrations every few feet. They were black-and-white photos of babies, mothers and babies, fathers and babies, parents and babies, pregnant women.

Each room, at least those that were open had different colors. The one they walked in to was a light green, with some kind of light blue, beige, almost resembling the beach, the exam table to the farthest corner looking like a surf board with a few contraptions. It looked intimidating, to say the least.

He cleared his throat and plastered the most charming smile he could muster. "Don't listen to her. I'm Dean..." he paused for dramatic effect before going for the jugular. "...her husband."

Melissa, the nurse, was crestfallen and gave Rae the nastiest look as she sat down on the surfboard-looking exam table. "You know you could've just said so." Rae just shrugged in response.

So here she was freezing with only a thin, disposable hospital gown that is opened to the front with nothing underneath. Even with it on, she won't be able to keep her dignity. Because at some point, she will be spreading her legs for the doctor. Out of nowhere, Dean draped something over her shoulder, which was warm. It was his olive green jacket.

"Here. It'll keep you from freezing. Look like those can cut glass," he joked, which he met with a jab on the stomach. "Ow! That hurt!" He chuckled, nursing his stomach.

Rae rolled her eyes with a small smile creeping on her face. He was right, but he didn't have to say it out loud. Not long after, a female obstetrician walked in. "Good morning. My name is Dr. Thompson. Are you Mr. and Mrs. Campbell?" She extended her hand to both Dean and Rae, which they shook.

"Nice to meet you. This is my wife, Rae and I'm Dean." Rae did a side-glance. The word 'wife' just rolled out of his mouth naturally when they only got 'married,' (courtesy of Garth), a few weeks ago. For her, calling Dean her 'husband,' was still foreign to her. One, it's not true; two, did she feel that way for him? She doesn't even know how he felt for her. She was so lost in her headspace she forgot about the two people in the room with her.

"Ground control to Major Tom, do you copy?" Dean waved his hand at her face.

Rae furrowed her brow in return. "Major...Wh-what?" It seemed that she was the only one who didn't get the reference.

And the initial visit was underway. Both were asked multitude of questions from both their own history to their parents', which they didn't have an answer. Rae was surprised to find out that Dean was completely clean, even prepared.

"I get tested every year for uh, the work that I do," was his explanation as to the reason he gets tested yearly. The doctor did not prod any further.

"Do you have the current test result with you?" She asked instead to which Dean handed a her folded document.

"Who the heck are you?" Rae immediately clamped her mouth. She didn't mean to say what she had in mind out loud, but there it was. Dean and the doctor turned to her with a questioning look. When she didn't say anything else, the doctor continued with her line of questions.

"Was this pregnancy planned?"

"Not by a long shot," Rae chuckled and left it at, but the doctor expressed a look asking for more information. She shared begrudgingly.

"Uh-huh. Is this a wanted pregnancy?"

This time, Rae and Dean turned to each other and held each other's gaze for a while until Dean broke it off. It was never discussed until now. Dean spoke first and it was of irritation. "What kind of question is that?"

"Dean..." Rae said softly, placing her hand on his shoulder, looking at the doctor with apologetic eyes. "She has to ask so she knows what type of care she provides me, us."

That seem to calm him down a bit, but he was still bothered. "Well, it's a dumb question. Do you not want the baby?" He asked alarmingly, looking up to her. There was something in his eyes, fear and panic.

To which she responded immediately, "Of course I do." And it was the truth. She already made up her mind the night she found out she was pregnant. "Honey, I do. I promise you and our baby here and now that no harm will come to him...or her. Ok?"

He inhaled deeply and made a noise, something close to 'ok' with a nod. He kneaded her hand until he was comfortable and let go.

While the couple was having their moment, Dr. Thompson was getting ready for the physical exam, which she announced after. Dean moved his chair away from the exam table, giving the female doctor room to maneuver, starting her examination with Rae's breasts, which Dean avoided staring. He picked some random spot on the wall and kept his eyes on it. It was obvious he was uncomfortable and he could have left, but he sat there like a good soldier. When she moved to her right breast, she noticed something peaking underneath.

"Huh?" The doctor uttered. "Unique tattoo. Looks new." The moment the words escaped Dr Thompson's mouth, Dean sprung up like coil and placed his hand on Rae and slightly turned her. It was an anti-possession tattoo.

"Damn," Rae murmured. She knew what was about to happen. She could see the anger on his face, his jaw tightening, and his breathing heavy. He stared at it a little bit longer than she wanted, then his glaring eyes on her. The look was murderous. His hand was also heavy on her rib. But all Dean did was click his mouth and sat back down. His eyes screaming, "We will talk about this later."

She didn't understand why he was pissed. He told Garth to tattoo her, which he did, on a site of her choosing and she chose her right side by her breast, a few inches away from her breast. She didn't want to entertain it any longer and once again, just shrugged.

Dr. Thompson could feel the thick tension in the air, but she remained quiet. It wasn't her place to say anything about their relationship, but as a physician, she had a say about the tattoo. "I have nothing against tattoos; however, it would have been better if you waited after. It's rare now, but chances of contracting HIV and Hepatitis B can still happen." Both 'Campbells' nodded their head, but they knew why it was necessary for Rae to get tattooed. Just like Dr. Thompson, they stayed quiet.

Soon after the breast exam, Dr. Thompson positioned the ultrasound by the edge of the exam table, pulled two contraptions from each side of the table, and started giving Rae instructions.

"All right, sweetie. Place your feet on the heel rests and bring your bum all the way to the edge of the bed," which Rae did. Dean who was looking at the whole thing was low-key uncomfortable and asked an innocent question.

"Um, should I step out?" He uttered, massaging his neck. He has seen 'it,' but watching what goes in a women's health clinic was a completely different experience. Both women chuckled in response.

"Is he always this cute?" Dr Thompson teased, pulling out a speculum and affixing some kind of light attachment underneath.

"What the fuck is that?" Dean questioned with eyes wide open. Poor man. The whole appointment was starting to resemble a day in a torture chamber.

The doctor couldn't help it, so she tormented Dean a little longer. She brought up the device a little higher with lubricating gel all over it, dripping. "Oh this thing? It's called a speculum. It's what we use to check women's hoohahs. If you're worried about this now, wait until we use the transvaginal wand on your wife," which she pointed, grinning wide. Dean's eyes widened even more when he saw what she was pointing.

"The whole thing?" His question came out in a rapid whisper. "It's-it's-"

Dr Thompson's laugh can be heard past the exam room door, which was accompanied by Rae's. Dean's reaction was too cute, but the only man in the room thought differently. As much as Rae was pissed with Dean, she stretched her hand for Dean to hold, which he did, but with hesitation.

"Dean, sweetie, take my hand," she urged. At first, he didn't want to, but he didn't want to leave her hanging, either. When he found out he was going to be a dad, he promised himself that he was going to be there for her and their baby. This whole experience was unexpected, but it was an important appointment, just like the subsequent ones in the future. As soon as she laced her hand in his, everything felt right. That and the way she smiled warmly, knowing that there was anger laced behind her beautiful brown eyes.

"Is it okay if we do the ultrasound first before the vaginal examination?" Rae asked. She has seen and heard the baby, but Dean hasn't. Maybe it will help with how he is feeling at the moment.

"I don't see why not," Dr. Thompson responded, turned off the light in the room, and switched contraptions. "Do you want to insert the wand or do you want me to? Dean?"

Rae may not see his reaction, but he could feel him tense up. She squeezed his hand tight, while stifling a laugh. It was difficult but somehow she managed. "Honey, she's kidding." To the doctor, "Go ahead."

As the tip of the wand entered her, she gritted her teeth, and squeezed Dean's hand harder. Dean was just as big, but she could never get used to both. She could sense Dean's trepidation to which she stuttered, "I-I'm okay. It's just the tip that's going in. F-focus on the screen for me." Not soon after, something that resembled a baby appeared.

"And there's your baby, Dean and Rae. Baby's crown-rump-length is approximately 57 millimeters showing exactly 12 weeks and 3 days estimated gestational age." She explained, while doing something on the screen.

Dean's face was riddled with many emotions. Without breaking hold of Rae's hand, his other hand was all over his mouth, unsure of what to say. "Uh..." his voice quivering. He cleared his throat over and over, but it seemed like there was lump stuck, his Adam's apple jumping up and down. What came out where unintelligible sounds.

Rae looked at the image, smiling and crying at the same time. There's the baby, she thought she didn't want, bigger than when she first saw his/her image, the heart valve ticking away. The baby was moving, almost uncooperating with Dr Thompson, but she got the images she wanted and printed a few. As if she wasn't done, Rae and Dean, for the first time, heard the baby's heartbeat. At that moment, it cemented the truth. Rae and Dean were expecting their first child together.