A couple days passed. Dean hasn't done much since his talk with Kelly. He wakes up, drops Sam off at school, drives around all day, picks Sam up, and goes home to hide away in his room. Kelly's tried calling but Dean just hangs up or ignores it.

"We need to talk," Bobby said walking into the bedroom.

"You wanna knock first?"

"My house boy, now start talking. What the hell happened between you and that girl?"

"Nothing."

"It's not nothing if you're skipping school."

Dean sat up on his bed and pulled his knees to his chest.

"Tell me Dean," Bobby said, sitting on the bed next to him.

"Kelly's pregnant," Dean said quietly. Bobby took a deep breath and exhaled loudly.

"And it's yours?"

"I don't know what happened! I thought we were careful and-"

"Hey, it's gonna be okay." Bobby said, trying to calm him down. "We'll figure it out, okay?"

Dean nodded and wiped his face with his hand.

"Have you talked to your dad yet?" Bobby asked, still calm.

"He hasn't called me back. Probably out in the middle of nowhere with no service."

"Then we'll try reaching him again."

"Is there a chance we don't have to tell him?" Dean pleaded.

"Why?"

"He's gonna be so pissed."

"Yeah he will. But hopefully he'll also come to his senses and understand."

Dean bit his lip and nodded. Bobby reached over and squeezed his shoulder.

"I'll get Sam today. We'll talk more when I get back."

Bobby left the room and Dean heard the front door close. His heart dropped down to his stomach, which had also flopped. His anxiety started to grow.

He dug through one of his dresser drawers and grabbed a change of clothes. He walked down the hall to the bathroom and turned the shower on.


Sam walked out of the junior high. This past week, Dean had been picking him up there since he was skipping school. Sam was worried. Yeah Dean skipped all the time, but he had also been acting a little weirder than usual. Sam wanted to ask what was going on, but knowing Dean, Sam knew he wasn't going to get much of an answer.

He scanned the street for the Impala and was surprised to see Bobby leaning against his truck instead.

"Hey kid," Bobby said as Sam ran across the street and up to the truck. "How was school today?"

"I got a B on my science test."

"Just a B?" Bobby teased.

"Yeah the teacher's kinda unfair. She's really strict."

"Eh I've never cared for science anyway," Bobby muttered. Sam smiled.

"Why'd you pick me up today?" Sam asked.

"Why? You don't like me picking you up?"

"Well no I-I just…" Sam stuttered. He trailed off and started fiddling with his thumbs.

"You were expecting your brother?" Bobby finished for him. Sam nodded. Dean may have had his own problems but he still always made sure everything was good with Sam and that Sam got to where he needed to go. This included picking Sam up from school.

"Is Dean okay?" Sam asked.

"Oh yeah, Dean is gonna be just fine."

"What's wrong?"

"I think you'll need to talk to him about that."

"Why doesn't anyone just tell me what's going on?!" Sam snapped in frustration. He crossed his arms and looked out the window. Bobby watched him.

"Listen, when we get home, Dean and I need to call your father. I want you to go straight up to your room, close the door, and start your homework, you hear me?"

"Yes sir," Sam mumbled. The rest of the drive home was silent.


Dean got out of the shower just as Bobby's truck pulled up. He changed into a different shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He jogged down the stairs as Sam stormed up them.

"Hey how was school?" Dean asked. Sam handed him a paper. "A B? Your science teacher's the strict one right?"

"Yeah."

"Don't beat yourself up over it. A B's still really good. Proud of you."

Sam smiled, but when he noticed what his brother was wearing, the smile vanished. Dean only dressed like this if he was really sick or injured from a hunt. He snatched the paper back and continued walking upstairs. When Dean got to the bottom of the stairs, he saw Bobby sitting on the couch twirling the phone.

"You ready?" He asked Dean. Dean's anxiety started growing again.

Bobby dialed the number.

"John," he said after a while. Dean guessed that his dad let it ring until the last possible second. "You got a minute… Did you get Dean's message… Well he's here with me right now and there's something he needs to tell you."

"I can't," Dean croaked as Bobby handed him the phone. "He'll kill me."

"And I won't let him."

Dean swallowed the bile that came up into his mouth. With a shaking hand, he grabbed the phone.

"Sir," Dean said.

"Dean what's going on?"

Dean could hear the annoyed, but concerned, tone in his voice.

"I made a mistake."

"What did you and Sam do to each other now?"

"No. No it's not Sam. It's Kelly."

"Kelly? Who the hell is Kelly?"

"My girlfriend."

"Last time I checked you didn't have a girlfriend."

"Well a lot's changed since August Dad."

"Yeah I guess it has," John mumbled. "So what's up with Kelly?"

"She's pregnant sir."

The line went quiet.

"Hello?" Dean asked, thinking the call got cut off.

"I swear to God Dean tell me it isn't yours," John said with a tone that sent chills down Dean's spine. Bobby saw the look on Dean's face and knew John was going to "John" this up and it wasn't going to end pretty.

"Sir-"

"No! Do you know what you have done? You just put that girl's life in danger! And when the kid's born their life is going to be in danger!"

Dean grew quiet. Bile came up in his mouth again.

"For God's sake Dean, you're a hunter! Not only that you're a Winchester! It's bad enough you have to look out for the target on your back and on Sam's. How are you going to look out for a girl and a baby?"

"I-I-I don't know!"

"You don't know? Well let me tell you something you do know. Word is going to get out and a demon is going to kidnap your pregnant girlfriend as bait to hurt and kill us! And don't think you can just run out and not expect it to follow you because in 10 years-"

Bobby continued watching Dean. He saw his face get pale and his eyes grow big. He grabbed the phone from Dean.

"John stop it! You're scaring the boy… Because he is a boy who made a mistake but he's going to own up to it, right Dean?"

Bobby looked over just in time to watch Dean puke in the trash can next to his desk. Bobby swore under his breath and hung up on John, who honestly probably didn't notice and was still ranting.


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