The next morning Jocelyn woke with Sam's arm tucked under her chest, warmth radiating from his body behind her, she snuggled closer and sighed, finally Sam was beginning to forgive himself, even if he didn't know it. Jocelyn opened her eyes and adjusted to the dim light that slipped through the slats in the blinds and slashed across the room. Sam shifted behind her and rubbed his cheek against her hair, his breathe whispered across her neck, Jocelyn shivered and pushed any painful memories away. Suddenly she felt a wave of nausea come over her, her stomach roiled, she pressed a palm to her stomach as if to calm it. Inside her mouth felt fuzzy and her tongue felt swollen, Jocelyn sat up quickly and threw aside the covers, moving as quickly as she could she went into the bathroom and threw up the contents of her stomach.

Jocelyn closed her eyes when her stomach finally emptied and all that was left was the painful dry heaves that racked her body, behind her she heard Sam in the doorway, his eyes watching her back.

"Joce?" he asked in a concerned voice. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know." She said, gasping for breath.

"Do you need anything?"

"Water if you don't mind."

She heard his feet as he moved away, she sat there in front of the toilet, feeling her body become somewhat more calm, Jocelyn didn't move as she sat there. Her thoughts turned immediately to her surroundings, she could feel the fear encroaching.

"Here's your water." Sam said when he came back.

"Thanks."

"Want me to call Dean?"

"For what? I just threw up, probably a stomach bug."

"He would want to know."

"Since when?"

She realized immediately what she had said. "Oh, god, Sam I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"It's okay, don't worry." His voice was strained.

"I really didn't mean to." She looked at him.

Jocelyn almost cried when she saw his face, his features were drawn tight across the bones of her face, he looked pale and his eyes were dull as they stared back at her. He hadn't eaten much since they had left the hospital almost 3 weeks ago, neither had Dean for that matter and she couldn't help but think that it was her fault.

"Go ahead and get Dean." She said in a soft voice, Jocelyn knew it would make Sam feel better if Dean knew.

He nodded, didn't speak but nodded at her curtly before turning away and leaving the hotel room completely, Jocelyn sat there, the glass curled in her palm, suddenly she needed something stronger than water from the tap, she needed spirits (alcohol). She stood and waited for a moment, gripping the counter for balance while her head spun, slowly and with infinite care she stumbled to the fridge and pulled out a small bottle of whiskey. First she ran the cold bottle across her forehead, feeling cold rivulets of water slide over the hot skin of her face. Her eyes hurt and her face felt sore, the horrible taste of puke still lingered in her mouth.

"Jocelyn?" Dean called from the front door, his voice warm and concerned.

"In the kitchen." She turned to the sink and stared out the tiny window.

"Are you okay?" he came into the kitchen and stood next to her.

"Yea, fine, just felt a little sick."

"Everything okay?" Dean looked to Sam who had just entered the kitchen.

"Yea, fine." She answered and took a deep pull from the colored bottle.

The vinegary taste of whiskey slid over her tongue and numbed her senses as she swished it in her mouth, the liquid burned a path down her throat into her stomach where it curled and eased the muscular discomfort.

"You really shouldn't drink that."

"Water wasn't enough." She said, tossing the bottle back again.

"You should be seeing a doctor."

"What for?"

"You could be pregnant."

The word hung in the air, no one spoke once Dean had said it, she could tell he wished he hadn't but it was one of those things that had to be said, she could very well be pregnant.

"Pregnant?" she whispered.

"Pregnant?" Sam said right after her.

Dean blushed and looked down at his boots, it was the first time that Jocelyn had ever seen him speechless.

"You can't be sure…" she said. "This…. Sickness…. Could be nothing more than a stomach bug, or the flu."

"Or it could be a baby."

The room was suddenly very tense, memories flashed inside her head, was it possible? Could be pregnant after what had happened? Thoughts rushed around inside her head, whispers of denials and excuses danced on the forefront.

"I don't know." She said and backed away from the counter towards them. "Could it be?"

"We should check it out…" Dean said, still not meeting her eyes.

Jocelyn wrapped her arms around herself and considered it, she hadn't had her period yet but she assumed it was from all the stress she had been put through and it didn't necessarily mean that she was pregnant. A baby. Funny she had never thought about it much before that even after what had happened with Sam and the Demon something like that could happen.

"Yea… soon." She said noncommittally.

"C'mon, let's get something to eat." Dean said, trying to impose a note of cheerfulness into a situation that was anything but.

"Yea." Sam said, smiling hesitantly.

"Okay." She held a palm to her stomach.

"A light breakfast." Dean amended.