Chapter Fifteen: Even More Interesting

Dean and Emily were sitting in the waiting room. The doctors had whisked Sam away before either of them could see him and they hadn't heard anything about him yet.

"Miss. Night?"

Emily looked up. A pretty female doctor stood in front of her and Dean.

"That's me," she said.

"The doctors would like to make sure you're all right," the doctor said.

Emily glanced at Dean then stood up. "Okay."

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Emily came out about a half an hour later, and sat down next to Dean a slight smile on her lips.

"Are you okay?" he asked her.

She turned to him. "When am I not okay? I just heal."

Dean smiled at her and then looked up as another doctor walked up to them. "Mr. Winchester. Miss. Night."

"That's us," Emily said, as she and Dean stood up.

"Sam Winchester is in stable condition. He's still unconscious but you can go see him if you like," the doctor told them. "He's in room 15."

Not saying a word, Dean grabbed Emily's hand and nearly ran down a hall to room 15. He pushed open the door to reveal Sam. He had a cast on his right wrist and the slash on his cheek had been stitched.

"Oh my god," Emily said, putting a hand over her mouth. She dragged a seat next to Sam's bed and Dean stood at the end of his bed.

"He's alive, Emily," Dean said, not sure if he was trying to reassure her or himself.

She nodded, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "Could you go get me some water please?" she asked.

He nodded and went to find some water for Emily.

She sat next to Sam's bed, crying. She put her hand in his and started talking.

"You've gotta wake up, Sammy. I'm sorry I left you alone outside the bar. I knew you were the shifter's type. Dean was really scared that you weren't going to make it." She sniffed and looked down at the floor. "I love you, Sam and I have to tell you something."

"Tell me what?"

She looked up to see Sam smiling at her.

"Sam!" she exclaimed before kissing him. She smiled at him and he wiped away some of the tears on her cheeks.

"What do you want to tell me?" he asked.

She gave him a huge smile then blurted out, "I'm pregnant!"

Sam just looked at her for a minute, then her words settled in. "You're pregnant?"

"Yeah," she said nodding. "Isn't it great, Sammy?"

He gave her one of those goofy smiles. "Yeah. That's the best news I've heard in a long time."

She smiled and gave him another kiss. Dean came in with a bottle of water and stared at his brother, awake in his bed.

"Sam, you're awake," he said, before giving Sam an awkward hug. (Have you ever tried to hug someone who was lying in a bed?)

"Yeah, what happened?" Sam asked as Dean sat down on the other side of the bed.

"Emily knocked me out then went to find you. She killed the shifter and found you," Dean told him while Emily was nearly jumping out of her seat. "You alright, Emily?"

"I'm pregnant!" she said loudly, a big smile plastered on her face.

"What?" Dean exclaimed.

"You're going to be an uncle, isn't that great?" Emily said.

"Yeah, that's great," he said, and he really meant it.

She got up out of her seat and gave Dean a hug.

"Hey Dean," Sam said from his bed.

"Yeah."

"If you're going to be an uncle then does that mean you're going to want to live with us?"

Dean looked at him oddly. "Why'd I want to do that?"

Before either man could speak, Emily started talking. "I just thought of something. If this baby calls you Uncle Dean and shorten it then you'd be Uncle D, like Donald Duck is to Hewey, Dewy and Lewy!"

Dean rolled his eyes and Sam smiled.

"Now this road trip will be even more interesting," Dean said.

"Why's that?" Emily asked.

"Because of you! Pregnant ladies get crazy sometimes," he said. Sam and Emily started laughing and Dean joined them.

Now Sam could have the family he always wanted, Emily found love in the oddest way and Dean…well Dean could just be the helpful brother. And hey, nothing wrong with that.

A/n: THE END! Gosh I loved writing this story so much you guys have no idea! I hope you all enjoyed reading this and you should look for a sequel sometime in the future! Until the next story…(Oh and Hewey, Dewy and Lewy are Donald Duck's nephews and I don't own them…they belong to Disney)