Kelly walked up the front porch to Bobby's house. She wanted to apologize and explain herself for what happened at the dance. She found out some big news and needed to talk to him about it.

"Well hey Kelly," Bobby said when he opened the door. "What can I do ya for?"

"Hi Mr. Singer. Is Dean home? He wasn't at school today."

Bobby shifted his weight.

"Yeah, um, he and Sam took a personal day today."

"Personal… oh right. Shoot, it's November 2nd," Kelly said, making the connection. She felt dumb.

"Dean told you about today?" Bobby inquired. Dean wouldn't just tell anyone about today. He was surprised.

"Yeah. His mom's anniversary right?" Kelly asked. Bobby nodded. "He told me all about it. Horrible story."

Bobby was having such a hard time believing that Dean told this girl all this that he was tempted to whip out the holy water.

"Can you just tell Dean that I'll talk to him tomorrow?" Kelly asked, breaking Bobby from his thoughts.

"You know what kid, he's upstairs in his room."

"Oh I wouldn't want to bother him and Sam."

"Trust me. He'll be happy to see you."

Kelly smiled politely. Bobby let her in and she went upstairs. Dean was lying on his bed reading a car magazine.

"Knock, knock," Kelly sang from the doorway. Dean looked up and smiled.

"Hey," he said getting up and walking over to her. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you but I forgot about today so if it's not a good time-"

"You're really cute for caring but I could probably get out of this room for a bit. Wanna go somewhere?"

Kelly nodded. Dean grabbed her hand and led her back downstairs.

"We're going out!" Dean yelled.

"Now?" Sam asked from the kitchen table, where he was catching up on homework. Dean never wanted to do anything on this day, let alone be with anyone.

Dean just winked at Sam.

The two went outside. Dean led Kelly out to the Impala and they climbed inside.

"So, where you wanna go?" Dean asked.

"I'm fine here."

"You sure?" Dean asked, looking confused.

"I think it's best to talk here."

"What's up?"

Kelly took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Do you remember that party we went to couple months ago? At the beginning of the year?"

"You mean your friend's birthday rager that you dragged me to and we slept together?"

"Dean, this is serious."

"Kels you're scaring me."

"There's no easy way to say this Dean so I'm just going to say it," Kelly said, starting to cry. "I'm pregnant."

Dean's heart literally stopped beating.

"Please tell me you're fucking with me," Dean whispered. Kelly bit her lip and shook her head. "No. No! Damn it Kelly, you can't be."

"But I am Dean! That's why I've had so many appointments and why I got sick at the dance."

"Well… What now? Are you keeping it?" Dean's head was spinning.

"Would it bother you if I said yes?"

"Yes! Kelly, you can't put yourself through this for me."

"I'm not! I've already thought this all out."

"You have?" Dean sounded more surprised than he had intended, but hey he was freaking out, he's excused. "How long have you known?"

"Since our movie date."

Dean grew quiet. He couldn't think. He couldn't breathe.

"You should go," Dean said quietly.

"Dean-" Kelly began to plead. Dean interrupted her.

"No, you've had your turn to process this! Now it's my turn."

"I'm so sorry Dean," Kelly whispered. "I don't know how this happened."

Kelly climbed out of the Impala and went home. Dean continued sitting in the driver's seat. Three words kept circling his thoughts.

What just happened?


Hours passed. The sun was setting. Dean was now lying in the backseat humming to himself.

"Hey!" Bobby said, pounding on the hood and startling Dean. "You better not be doing what I think you're doing."

"What do you think I'm doing?"

Bobby opening the front passenger door and sat down. He looked over the seat at Dean.

"When did Kelly leave?"

"Couple hours ago."

"And you've been out here the whole time?"

"Yup."

"What'd she want to talk about?"

Dean stayed quiet.

"She dump you or something?"

"No," Dean scoffed.

"So what happened?"

"What's with the interrogation Bobby?" Dean snapped. He sat up in the backseat and faced Bobby.

"Just trying to understand what's going on."

"Nothing's going on okay? I was mourning in my room, now I'm mourning out here. Just leave me alone."

"Fine. Sam helped me make dinner. I'll put your plate in the fridge."

And with that Bobby left the garage. Dean pulled out the cell phone Bobby got him for emergencies. He dialed the only number he could think of.

"This is John. I'm on a hunt right now. Call back when I can."

"Hey Dad it's me. Um, something happened and I need your help. Everyone's okay, I just… I could really use a man to talk to right now. Please just call me back whenever. I know tonight you're out but… please Dad."

Dean hung up the phone and threw it at the dash.

He couldn't think straight. There was no way this was happening right? How could this even happen? He swore they were safe.

Kelly. Pregnant. With his child. At least, what he assumed was his child. There was no one else. Right?


Dean went inside about an hour later when it got dark. He walked in and found Sam on the couch watching tv.

"Are you, like, okay?" Sam asked.

"What?" Dean said, jumping at Sam's question. "Yeah I'm fine, why do you ask?"

"You have this weird look on your face," Sam answered, shrugging.

"Hate to break it to you, but this is my face," Dean said, trying to make a joke. Sam didn't buy it.

"Did you and Kelly do something?"

Dean's heart started racing again and he began to panic. He wondered how long he could keep the secret up and let no one find out.

"Dean?"

Dean's thoughts were interrupted and he snapped back to reality.

"Why was Kelly here?"

"No reason," Dean said as casually as possible. He went upstairs.

Sam rolled his eyes. He prayed he wouldn't be as weird at Dean's age like Dean is right now.


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