"How is she?" Sam asked over the phone.
Dean stood in Jody's living room watching her and Sophie come in from the farmer's market.
It'd been two weeks since she started the new treatment protocol from her doctors. And things were indescribably better. She'd had three focal seizures and one migraine. In fourteen days. The morning sickness was still bad. But if she was careful with what she ate and smelled and if she took her supplements and got enough rest she was…fine. No sicker than you'd expect from someone with two chronic diseases in her first trimester. It was miraculous.
"Really good, Sammy," Dean replied, "I'm shocked, honestly. I thought I was gonna spend the next twenty odd weeks carrying her to bed from the bathroom floor and spoon feeding her electrolytes but…she's fine. She's not great. Still a little fragile. Still got some stuff going on. But she ate breakfast this morning and then spent a couple hours reading books and looking at carseat adapters for the Impala and she just got back from shopping with Jody. I didn't think she could have a day like this. Really. Heck two weeks ago I wasn't about to let her out of my sight and now…"
"I'm glad," Sam replied, "We'll see you guys in a few weeks when you get back. Call me if you need me."
"Same goes to you," Dean said, "And I mean it. Just because I'm taking care of her and yet-to-be-named Winchester baby doesn't mean you're still not my primary pain in the ass. Got it?"
"Got it."