Just Another Day 6

Author’s Note:

Just so everyone knows this is RIGHT after part 5 ends.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Ana smiled lightly, chuckling to herself before she stood up from the bed. "Follow me." She said to Dean, taking his hand and leading him outside. Once the door was closed behind her, Ana sighed lightly, glancing at Dean. "Listen, Dean. . . I’ve got something to tell you."

Dean gave her a puzzled look, "What-What are you talking about? Are you okay?" Dean looked her over, hands moving to hold on to her shoulders, "Do you need to go to a hospital?"

Ana hesitated, nodding slowly after a few minutes. "Yeah, but-I’m sure it’s not what your thinking."

"How do you know what I’m thinking?" Dean prompted.

"I don’t."

"Well, then what is it?"

Ana bit her bottom lip, struggling for the right words. ". . . I’m pregnant. . ."

As the door closed Sara sighed, backing up till the back of her knees hit the bed before sitting down. Her eyes tiredly lifted, gazing at Sam, still feeling betrayed almost by the Winchester. She had trusted him and thought that she was different than Jessica in the fact that she knew what Sam did. Knowledge was power apparently, but not to these boys. "Do you think keeping me blind is protecting me?" Sara suddenly spoke, her voice a hushed whisper.

Sam closed his eyes briefly, coming beside the girl. He could see the emotional pain in her pools of blue. Great job Sam jeered his consciousness, his Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. "Yes, especially since this guy kills woman." Turning his head, he tried to make Sara understand where he was coming from.

"That’s not doing anything but putting me in danger. If I don’t know what to expect, then I will be walking into a trap." Her words held heat, a hand raking her scalp. Her trust was not something she liked to be toyed with. After two years, she thought she would be able to consider Sam trustworthy. Her thoughts were interrupted as a warm hand encased hers, head snapping to the left and then to the limb.

"I’m sorry, alright. We thought we were doing what was best."

"Like with Jessica? Lot good that did her..." Sara mumbled, the words leaving her mouth without consideration.

Shocked, Sam pulled back, standing and staring at the girl like she was a stranger. He had never thought that she would say anything remotely cruel to him. Licking his lips, the Winchester tried to mask the ache that her words had created in his heart. Seconds that seemed like hours passed in pure silence, the two frozen in place.

"God, Sam, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to say that!" Sara blurted hurriedly, gripping her hair and tugging. Unable to meet her lover’s gaze, she bowed her head, hanging between her knees. She waited for him to yell back at her or walk out, but he did neither. She had slung a low blow, hitting him in the spot she only knew.

Shaking his head, Sam ran a hand over his face. "I’m sorry for not telling you about the demon-or whatever it is." Tearing his eyes from Sara, he headed for the bathroom, unable to keep the unshed tears from forming. His heart would always love Jessica Moore.

Dean stared shocked at Ana; mouth slightly ajar before he started chuckling. Ana smiled believing that Dean was happy for the two of them. "You’re joking right?" He asked.

The comment had made Ana’s smile fade quickly, a snort escaping her lips. "No." She replied back, a slight tinge of annoyance in her voice, face scrunching up quizzically. "Why would you think I was joking?"

Dean’s chuckle stopped, the shocked look reforming back on his face. "Well-you-I" Dean paused, staring at Ana’s face, "Seriously?" Ana nodded and a grin crept over Dean’s lips, his arms wrapping around Ana’s waist as he bent down to kiss her. "God," He whispered, "I’m a father." Ana laughed happily and Dean joined in. "I’m a father!" He whispered once more, the sound of joy in his voice as he hugged her tightly.

"You scared me for a second; I thought you would flip out." Ana muttered, confessing her fears. She was so happy that Dean was in high spirits. They were going to have a child together! Suddenly she felt the baby kick for the first time and let out a small cry in surprise, Dean noticing, worry flashing over his handsome features.

"The baby kicked." Ana whispered, taking one of Dean’s hands in her own and placing a hand on her bulging stomach. As soon as his hand rested there the baby kicked again and a cocky grin lit up Dean’s face.

"He’s got my strength." He muttered.

"Who says it’s a boy." Ana retorted, raising a brow to him.

"Me." He replied, resting a kiss on her lips. "How far along are you?" Dean asked, realizing that if the baby was just starting to kick she couldn’t be only a few months along.

"Five months." Ana stated sheepishly, hiding a blush as she looked down at her feet.

"Five months!" Dean almost shouted.

"Well...I" Ana cleared her throat, "I was scared at first of everything, then things happened and besides I thought you would…" Ana paused, not looking at Dean as he stared at her.

"You thought what?" He questioned her, squatting to try to get her to look at him, his hands resting on her hips, eyes even with her belly, which he just realized was rather big.

Ana shrugged, "It’s stupid. I was just panicking."

"You thought what?" Dean inquired again.

"I thought you would leave me." Ana whispered, eyes shifting to the wall, away from Dean.

Dean‘s voice held so much love in it even he was surprised. "I would never leave you for something as wonderful as this. Ana you’re carrying my unborn child; you have no idea how happy I am. I’ve always wanted a family but my dreams had seemed so far away what with my own father needing me to Hunt that I just gave up on them. But when I met you. . ." Dean paused, shaking his head lightly and chuckling to himself. "When I met you I just knew things would be different, that somehow things would get better and that my dreams would be achieved." Dean pulled her shirt up, exposing her belly and ignoring her childish whine, as he kissed her stomach. "With you," He murmured, "I feel complete." His gorgeous green eyes flashed up to Ana’s brown as his hands moved from her holding her shirt up, to pulling the silver ring off of his finger and kissing it. "Ana," Dean looked up at her, their eyes locking. "Will you marry me?" Dean slid the ring over Ana’s ring finger. Both of them were trembling, excitement and adrenaline coursing through their veins.

Ana stared at Dean, completely and utterly shocked at what Dean had just done. She dropped the bomb about being pregnant and here he comes proposing to her out of the blue. She had no idea this was even coming, she was stunned, a deer in the headlights. Watching Dean as he patiently waited for her to answer, she shook her head lightly, immediately noticing Dean’s face fall. "No, I’m no rejecting you Dean. I’m just thinking how stupid I am. I don’t even need to contemplate the answer. It’s a no brainer." They smiled to each other, Dean rising to kiss her.

"So that’s a yes?" He murmured to her, their faces inches away.

"That’s a yes." She whispered back.

The squeal of the door handle as it turned caused Sara to raise her head, eyes following Dean and a very jumpy Ana through the threshold. Brows furrowing, she noticed the enclosed hands between them, a ring glinting off Ana’s finger. With a gasp, Sara covered her mouth. "Oh-my-God," She squeaked, immediately hopping off the bed and embracing Ana in an extremely tight hug.

"Hey, watch the baby!" Dean snapped, pulling Ana towards him protectively.

Sara rolled her eyes, the girls unable to stop the giggles that proceeded to erupt from them like a never ending volcano.

"Hush love, we just be sharin’ some laughs." Ana scolded, turning to Sara. Noticing that Sam was not with her, she frowned. "Where’s Sam?" Gaze investigating the room, she blinked. Sam was nowhere to be seen. Not hearing a reply from Sara, she faced her once more, a bewildered expression forming. Dean too was also intently staring at the girl.

"He’s in the-uhh-bathroom." Sara whispered, eyes going to the door in the far corner. Clutching her necklace with a hand, she plopped down onto the bed. "It’s my fault…if only I kept my mouth shut!" Closing her lids, Sara looked to the floor.

Dean went stiff, face turning to stone. He knew something was up. "What did you say?" He questioned, moving forward a bit, Ana holding him back with a hand on his arm.

Blue eyes went wider as Dean approached, his usual air of arrogance and humor gone and replaced with the emotions of a killer. A mask Sara had seen when he shot a Demon back in Las Vegas, Nevada. "We had a little argument…"

"And?" Dean inquired further, not liking where this was going at all.

Feeling the intensity in the air, Ana tried to tug Dean back, and calm him. Dean, being bull-headed when it came to his brother, heard none of her urging. "Come on, ease up a bit babe." She soothed, glancing at Sara.

"I brought up…Jessica-though I didn’t mean it! I swear to God!"

Before Sara could even fully apologize, Dean was already moving to the bathroom door, thumping on it loudly. "Sammy!"

"I didn’t mean it Ana…" Sara said quietly, looking at Ana for support. Nodding, Ana sighed, seating herself beside the fretting girl and putting a hand on her shoulder.

"You know, I took me almost two years to get him to stop blaming himself over her, and you unravel it in one damn minute!" Dean hissed through clenched teeth, unable to meet Ana’s or Sara’s eye. Pounding once more on the door, he stepped back, shadows flickering below him before the door opened to reveal Sam. At once, Dean’s features softened dramatically, taking in the one stream of water going down one side of Sam’s face. The tears had been shed, now only leaving traces behind. "Are you all right?" Dean asked.

Dipping his head, Sam forced a smile. "You know…Sammy is a chubby twelve year old who couldn’t run a mile."

Despite his anger, Dean smirked. "You’ll always be Sammy to me, no matter how fucking tall you are, which I got to say, is pretty damn tall."

Raising a brow, Sam blinked. "But-I’m only three inches taller than you…?"

"You’re still one hell of a giant Sam." A hand pressed against Dean’s back, making him jump slightly.

"Should we tell him now?" Ana cooed into his ear, wrapping her arms around his sides.

Sam, having heard the question, leaned forward. "Tell me what?"

Seeing curiosity spark in the brown orbs of his younger sibling, Dean shook his head. "Nah, make him squirm first." The intent was easily done, Sam already starting to frown.

During the whole conversation, Sara continued to sit, not wanting to ruin their moment seeing that Sam didn’t even acknowledge her. The feelings swirling about her head made her dizzy, fear presiding over all of them. What if Sam never forgave her? That wasn’t the Sam Sara knew though, but it didn’t stop her mind from overexerting the possibilities. Rubbing her neck, Sara placed a hand on the top of her belly. She wanted to tell Sam the news as well, wanting to let him know that he was also a father-to-be, but now, she wasn’t even sure she could face him directly.

"So how about we go out and celebrate? I mean, it’s not everyday I become a father." Boomed Dean’s voice as he walked over to Sara. He noticed her own anxiety over what she had done, and being rather forgiving tonight, he decided that that was good enough for punishment. As she looked up, he offered a assuring smile, though it was short lived as the girl downcast her gaze.

"What? Celebrate? Father?" Sam ranted; eyes on Dean and then moving to Ana’s stomach. Puzzle pieces came together to form a vivid picture. Mouth open, he was speechless.

"Yes, I’m pregnant Sam." Ana filled in for the bewildered Winchester, a smile creeping upon her lips for the third time that day. Finding Dean’s hand, she gave it a squeeze.

"Congratulations!" Grinning, Sam pulled Ana into a brief hug, turning to Dean. "And I thought you would never settle down."

With a shrug, Dean winked. "What can I say; Ana is one hell of a woman."

Nodding her head, Ana winked back at Dean, her own smirk forming. "Damn straight!" Turning, her lips met Dean’s in a gentle peck.

Feeling Sara’s presence, Sam caught her out of the corner of his eye, feeling his breath catch. Her words still echoed in his ears, matching the same conscious guilt he had battled for more than a year after Jessica’s death. It seemed all too real and truthful when it had come from his lover’s mouth. Even if I had told her, she still probably would have died. The Yellow-Eyed Demon would have found a way to break his heart through other means Sam was sure. Finding himself wanting to comfort Sara, he found the strength to at least grab her hand. The warm contact brought on a small smile.

"So, you guys want to come along and celebrate with us?" Dean interrupted, his lips separated from Ana’s. "I’ll pay? My treat?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Wow…that’s amazing, especially when we all share the same cash!" He said in mock enthusiasm. Dean thought about it a moment and then threw his hands in the air.

"Well, it’s the thought that counts right? So you two love birds coming or not?" Dean asked again, getting slightly flustered at having to repeat himself.

Sam looked over to Sara, meeting her gaze and finding guilt and passion. She really didn’t mean it. A voice in his head told him, relief flowing through him. With a tug, he pulled her off the bed and against his side. "You want to go?" Sam’s expression warmed as she relaxed into him.

"Sure." Sara answered, burying her face in the Winchester’s breast.

As the four walked down to the parking lot, Dean’s key clinking in his pocket with each footstep. "Ana." Dean said, an arm slinking around her waist before he pulled her closer. ‘How about we go to the hospital next chance we get, just the two of us? It’ll be, uhh, mommy and daddy day."

"You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?" Ana asked him, eyes twinkling with joy.

"A little bit." Dean said, chuckling.

"A little bit is an understatement." Ana responded, "But I don’t mind it. It’s adorably cute." She purred in his ear with slight difficulty as Dean pushed open the door to the outside.