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They kept it quiet as long as they reasonably could - a couple of weeks. Sophie already avoided alcohol and coffee, and she wasn't showing just yet, so it wasn't hard. That is until the hormones started to change and her migraines started to get worse. First it was one a week, then two. The new, baby-safe, medications her doctor had prescribed weren't half as good as the ones she was on before and it wasn't long before the migraines started to disrupt her sleep and make her seizures worse. And then morning sickness hit her like a truck.
Sophie had been up vomiting all night. By their best count she was seven weeks along, but they weren't entirely sure. That day she'd gone to a free clinic in town to try and get an ultrasound in the hopes that if she could find a local OB-GYN they'd offer her something that could help with the morning sickness and the migraines and the hot flashes.
No such luck. The clinic didn't have a gynecologist apparently, and a surly nurse had shut Dean out in the waiting groom then simply done a blood test and offered Sophie one pamphlet on birth control and one detailing where the nearest Planned Parenthood was in case she wanted to terminate. Sophie reminded the nurse that she was married. And in her thirties. And having a baby on purpose. But the tired woman just shrugged and handed her a third pamphlet about cheap local daycare. Dean burned all three fliers the minute they got to the parking lot.
That night, when her stomach was empty and had finally stopped trying to expel all the bile left in her system, Sophie fell hard asleep on the bathroom floor. Dean felt guilty leaving her and worried picking her up might wake her and set something off again. So he just grabbed a towel and tucked it around her, then lay down next to her and decided that was good enough.
Dean startled awake when Sam opened the bathroom door. He checked his watch - 6AM. That meant Sophie had - miraculously - gotten five hours of uninterrupted sleep. A good sign. It was at that moment he abruptly remembered that Sophie was wearing a pair of his boxers and absolutely nothing else. She'd been so overheated last night and he was trying to get as much of her skin against the cold tile as possible. Clothes were an afterthought.
He fumbled for an extra towel.
"What are you two doing in here?" Sam asked sleepily, "Is she okay?"
"Sam?" Sophie muttered, rousing now, noticing Sam, and taking the towel Dean was groggily shoving in her direction.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked again.
"I'm fine," Sophie insisted, putting her forehead against Dean's back and imagining going back to sleep.
"So this is…" Sam shrugged, "A fun new development in holistic medicine? A weird bucket list sex thing?"
"Ew," Sophie complained, "You don't get to suggest that."
Dean grabbed a bar of soap and chucked it in his brother's direction.
"Wanna wash your mouth out after suggesting those kinda things about me and my wife?" Dean snapped.
"Listen man," Sam was annoyed now, "I just came to brush my teeth. I'm not the one doing something weird with my mostly naked spouse at…"
"Nothing weird at all, Sammy. Sophie wasn't feeling well," Dean offered by way of explanation.
"I had my whole own house in South Dakota," Sophie muttered into his back, "With sheep. And now…"
"Seems like that's been happening a lot lately," Sam mentioned, "Anything you need to share?"
"What are you implying?" Dean's voice was quickly matching his brother's irritated tone.
"That maybe something's up that I should know about."
"Want to be a little more vague about that accusation?" Dean snapped.
"And now watch…Cas will show up and escalate this to a proper three ring circus," Sophie mumbled.
And like clockwork Cas stuck his head in the bathroom door.
"It's six o'clock in the morning," he said, deadpan, "And you are all being uncharacteristically noisy."
Cas paused, looked around.
"Is Sophie injured or ill?" He asked.
"I'm pregnant, damn it!" Sophie finally snapped, stumbling to her feet and pulling the towel with her.
"You're what?" Sam's eyebrows rose in shock.
"Of course you are," Cas said calmly.
Dean got to his feet, pulling off his flannel and draping it around Sophie's shoulders.
Sophie looked back and forth between the three men, frustration in her eyes as they rested on Sam, confusion when she looked at Cas, and a kind of desperate pleading when they went to Dean.
"How did you know?" Dean asked, focusing on Cas first.
"She's smelled different for…about a month and a half now," the angel said simply.
"I've smelled different?" Sophie stammered.
"Like two people," Cas replied, "And I've thought I could hear a second heartbeat the last few days."
He stepped in close and started sniffing her bare skin above the towel. Dean swatted at him until Cas finally gave up.
"Fair enough," Sophie shook her head.
"And you," Dean turned to his brother, "First you're shocked I'm getting married now you're shocked when she's pregnant. Have a little faith in me, man! I only freaking raised you!"
"No, no, no," Sam backpedaled, "I do have faith in you. I thought you two didn't want…a…"
"Baby," Sophie supplied, "A baby. We - a married couple in our thirties - are having a baby. It is not that revolutionary of a concept."
"For hunters," Sam said, "It kinda is."
"Out," Dean snapped, "Both of you. Now."
"But I was gonna…" Sam tried to protest.
"I said now!" Dean shouted, "You can brush your teeth later."