Alright so last chapter of this instalment! Hopefully you'll like it because I happen to love this chapter for some reason... anyways read away and tell me what you think! The next story I put up tomorrow will be Part3 and I haven't decided whether it will jump forward a few years or be both... idk that's where you all come in! Do you want to read about the wedding or should I just put in a small description? And to those who thinks it's getting a bit to housewife don't worry, because Sam will be back and shit is gonna get out of hand real soon! Stay tuned!

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Clara had been running every out come in her head as she made her way back home. She sighed when she walked in the house. She dropped her keys. "Hello!" She called out expecting Adrian to come running, but no one did. "Anyone?" She called out and when she heard a loud grunt from the backyard she rushed over to the back door.

Clara smiled when she saw Dean and Adrian sparing. They both had their fists up, circling around each other, and they looked as if they had been at it for hours. She leaned against the doorway as she watched Dean win every time. Adrian always forgot to block after he threw a punch.

"Oh come on!" Adrian huffed as he shook his head. "I get you're the pro here but could I win at least once." He said as Dean threw a punch and he ducked.

"You think some stranger is gonna let you win?" Dean laughed.

"Yeah well..." Adrian stuttered.

"Aim for the knees kid." Clara said from the door. "If your opponent is bigger than you... take a swipe at their knees." Clara smiled as they both looked her way.

"That doesn't work." Dean laughed as he stood straight.

"Oh really?" Clara asked and walked over to them with a cocky grin. "You wanna test that theory?" She asked standing in front of Dean and putting her fists up.

"I'm not gonna fight you." Dean rolled his eyes.

"What's the matter old man... afraid I might beat you." She winked with a giggled.

"Old man?" Dean questioned as he raised an eyebrow. "You are gonna pay for that..." He said putting his fists up quickly.

"Bring it." She whispered.

Dean laughed as he took a swing and she blocked it. She did the same and he blocked her punch. He grabbed Clara's arm, lightly twisted it around and made her loose balance. He didn't even notice the proud smirk before he felt her kick. She swung her leg out and cut him off at the feet. He fell to the side and she stood above him.

"See..." She said crossing her arms over her body and smiling at Dean and Adrian. "Always use an opponents weakness against them. Tall people, knees." She smirked helping Dean get up.

"Okay." Adrian smiled.

"How long have you two been at this?" She asked with yawn. "It's like eight in the morning." She rubbed her eyes as they followed her inside.

"He made me get up at 6." Adrian said.

"Made you?" Dean laughed closing the back door. "You were the one shaking me awake." Dean huffed. "Kids today just don't know how to enjoy a Sunday." Dean rolled his eyes. Clara walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Adrian took a seat next to her and Dean sat in the chair to the left of them.

"Well you can't sleep your day away." Adrian shook his head.

"Kids got a point." Clara smiled.

"Yea but running at 6 am! That's just crazy." Dean said sitting back.

"Jesus." Clara swore as she laughed looking over at Adrian.

"What! We have to stay in shape! She goes after criminals everyday and works out all the time. We gotta be able to keep up." Adrian defended himself.

"Makes sense." Clara smirked again. She sighed once the silence had taken over. "Well... I didn't get to sleep last night so I think I'm going to take a nap." She said.

"Okay." Dean smiled as he stood quickly and reached for her hand. He helped her up and pressed a light kiss on her forehead. "We'll be at the shooting range." He said as she walked away toward the stairs.

Clara was so tired she didn't even hear Dean say anything. She wandered to their bedroom, shut the door and stripped off her clothes. She threw a tank top and some shorts on and climbed into bed. She buried herself in the sheets and covers until she was comfortable. She tried to forget all that was going on and once she had cleared her mind enough her eyes shut.

Clara had been asleep for almost eight hours. Dean and Adrian had gone to the shooting range, Dean had cut the grass, and Adrian had finished all his homework that was due Monday. They met in the kitchen once they were finished and looked at each other.

"Hungry?" Dean asked and Adrian nodded quickly. "Alright I'll go wake her up."

Dean jogged up the stairs and knocked on the bedroom door lightly. "Clara?" he asked as he walked in. She had the blankets pulled over her head and her back to him. He let off a light chuckle and walked over to the end of the bed. He sat down and felt her move.

"Please don't make me get up." She groaned without moving the blankets.

"Well don't you think you should eat?" Dean asked shaking her side a bit. When Clara felt Dean's hand on her side she jumped a bit. She sat up quickly and pushed away from him. "Wooh... you alright?" he asked putting his hands up a bit shocked at her reaction. Clara nodded as she pulled her knees up and ran her hands through her hair.

"You know I'm not really hungry..." She started off. Clara looked over at Dean and when she took a breath and took in the faint smell of gun powder her stomach twisted and she covered her mouth. Why was that smell always making her sick. She took a second and hoped it would pass but as Dean sat next to her and tried to move closer the more the smell invaded her. She pushed away from Dean again and nearly ran to the bathroom.

"Clara?" Dean tried to follow her but she slammed the door in his face.

"I'm not hungry! You and Adrian go... Not feeling to well!" She yelled out before her nausea took over.

Dean heard the panic in Clara's voice and was now seriously worried about her. He didn't want to ask anymore questions while she had locked herself in the bathroom so he did as she asked. He and Adrian went to a local diner and ate. Dean brought her some soup back but she was still locked in the bathroom. He knocked but she yelled for him to leave her alone.

Clara had spent the last two hours in the bathroom staring at the five pregnancy tests sitting in the sink. She thought maybe the first one was just a false positive so she tried to base it on odds. "You have got to be kidding me." She sighed as she stared at the five plus signs.

She had heard Adrian go into his room and the front door open. She assumed Dean had gone somewhere, so she left the bathroom. Her stomach was still turning and her head was running wild with panic but she needed to eat something. If she really was pregnant then it wasn't healthy not to eat. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and tried to wipe some of the sweat off of her forehead before she went down stairs. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror and she looked so drained of colour.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong or am I just gonna have to knock you out and take you to the hospital?" Dean's voice made her jump as she made it to the end of the stairs. She looked into the kitchen and he was sitting in the chair with the lamp on. The sun had already gone down and it almost looked as if he was trying to intimidate her by being mysterious.

"Sitting in the dark is just creepy." She shook her head at him.

"Well I had to do something... you wouldn't come out of the bathroom." he huffed. "Clara you look awful what's the matter with you?" he stood quickly running out of patience.

"Oh wow thanks." Clara rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Oh my god! Clara just tell me!" Dean finally snapped. "For a week now you have been shifty and jumpy. If you just tell me what is bothering you I can help." he huffed.

"Since when is Dean Winchester interested in sharing?" she huffed.

"Since I asked you to marry me." He answered back quickly. Clara looked over at him and sighed. "Is that what's got you all freaked out?" he asked with a hurt tone. "Look Clara if you don't want-"

"No." She stopped him quickly. "How could you think that?" She asked with teas already whelming in her eyes. If this baby was going to start messing with her emotions it was going to be a very long nine months.

"Well what else am I suppose to think? You don't talk to me. You jump at the slightest touch and you run off into the bathroom for two hours." he huffed. "It's either that ring is messing with your head or something is seriously wrong and I need to know." he demanded.

"Bathroom sink." She spoke quietly and he tilted his head. She said nothing else as he took off up the stairs. Clara stood alone in the living room just waiting for Dean to... well she didn't know what he would do.

Dean was tired and so annoyed with Clara's distance that he almost missed it. He looked in the bathroom sink and saw nothing but five sticks. He shook his head and went to turn to leave but stopped when he finally realized what he was looking at. He froze staring at the five plus signs. "No..." he nearly whispered as all his breath escaped. He leaned back against the door frame his hand hitting his head in a panic. He didn't know what to do. So he did what he knew he was good at.

Clara stood alone for a while and as the time went on the tears started to flow. She crossed her arms and nearly fell to the floor. But once she heard Dean walking back down the stairs she thought for a moment everything was going to be alright. But the look on his face made her cry even more. His face had drained of all its colour, his mouth just hung open and his eyes were full of fear. She had never seen that look on Dean's face before. A look of complete and utter terror.

"Dean..." she spoke softly and he looked at her. He said nothing as he kept walking toward the door. "Please, for once don't run." She asked through the tears and Dean said nothing just kept heading for the door. "If you leave now don't you dare come back." She got angry once he reached for the door knob. Dean froze at those words. "I know you're scared... hell so am I. I don't know what to do and I need you to stay." She said quickly. "Dean?" Clara said as she walked up behind him. "Say something!" She yelled.

When Clara yelled Dean turned to face her. He had a tear running down his cheek and he reached out and grabbed her. He put his arms around her tightly and she buried her head in his chest with a relieved sigh. "It's gonna be okay." Was all Dean needed to say.