--Alright boys and girls time to start another one! Hope you like it!--



"Is this really a good idea? Bringing a very pregnant woman to a bar?" Maggie asked as they walked inside.

"It's a bar and grill Maggie. Plus I can take care of myself Mom." Lauren retorted. "It's not like I'm gonna drink anything with alcohol. These lips are virgin tonight." She said.

"Aww," Dean groaned, his shoulders drooping. Sam laughed. "Suck all the fun out of it Maggie." He said sourly. Lauren slipped her hand into the back pocket of his jeans.

"Don't worry babe," She said. "Your lips on mine don't count." Dean grinned and kissed her.

"You're so awesome." He said. She grinned back.

"Yep." She said, shrugging slightly.

The place was a normal looking bar. Booths and tables scattered about the room, the bar and kitchen on the back wall, and off to the side was a dance floor. Lights danced back and forth amongst the other dancers and the DJ was playing a song none of them were familiar with.

The lights had no effect on the rest of the bar; the other lights drowned them out. The saw an empty booth about twenty feet away and started to move toward it.

They sat down, Lauren having a little trouble doing so and Dean had to help her. The baby was due any day now, and Lauren was damn well ready for her to get the hell out of her stomach. She wanted to see her toes again and stop eating so much.

A waitress walked up, pad of paper in hand. She was an older lady, probably in her fifties. Her salt and pepper hair was up in a loose bun, a pen sticking out at a sharp angle.

"What can I get you guys?" She asked, pulling the pen out of her hair. Her voice was thick with a Brooklyn accent despite the fact they were in Los Angeles.

"Three beers and a Sprite," Lauren scowled when Dean said that. The woman nodded and scribbled the order down.

"Okay, I'll be back in a minute to get your food order 'kay?" She smiled and started to walk away. Her eyes must've caught Lauren's stomach because she then said: "Oh how sweet." She grinned, putting her hand on Lauren's stomach and rubbing it back and forth. The waitress looked at Sam. "Yours?" She asked. Sam's eyes grew, Dean glared at the woman.

"Uh, no. His." He pointed at Dean. Dean gave her his smartass smile. She shifted her eyes.


"Yeah." Lauren said. "He's my husband. It's a girl, before you ask." She had gone through this routine many times and was really sick of strangers touching her just because she was pregnant.

"Oh, well, congratulations." She said. The waitress turned again and this time walked away. Lauren growled.

"I hate it when people do that." She groaned.

"Yeah me too." Dean huffed. Sam and Maggie giggled. "Shut up."

The waitress came back a few minutes later and took their order, making sure not to even look at Lauren's stomach this time. She walked away and Maggie looked toward the dance floor.

"Let's go dance." She said to Sam. Sam shook his head.

"You go. I don't dance." He said. Maggie cocked her eyebrow.

"No boyfriend of mine doesn't dance." She said bluntly. She grabbed his hand and stood, pulling him along with her. "Please? I love this song."


Sam shook his head again and Dean laughed. Maggie let his hand go and headed toward the floor.

"C'mon Sammy." He said. "Go let out your inner Cowboy." Sam glared at his older brother, face turning red. He looked back toward the floor. Maggie was smiling at him, gesturing with her pointer finger for him to come here. He sighed and walked toward, Dean laughed harder.

Sam reached Maggie, who was practically glowing with her huge grin.

Because I wanna be a cowboy baby. With the top let back and the sunshine shining. Cowboy baby...

"I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do." He admitted. Maggie giggled.

"That's adorable. But...Here." She grabbed his hands and put them on her hips. She put hers on his and moved back and forth to the rhythm of the music, taking his hips in sync with hers. "You gotta let the music move you." Sam nodded and tightened his grip on her waist.

Cowboy. Ridin' at night cause I sleep all day. Cowboy. I can smell a pig from a mile away.

"See you're gettin' it." Maggie said. Sam grinned. Maggie wrapped her hands around his neck and let him go on his own. Apparently he was a fast learner.

"Ya know we never had our first dance after the wedding." Dean said. He and Lauren had been watching Sam and Maggie for the last few minutes now, stealing fries from the meals they had ordered.

"Yeah I know." Lauren said.

"Tell ya what. Next slow song that comes on we'll go out there." He said, a small smile on his face. He wanted Lauren to have some normalcy while she was with him. Lauren blushed and nodded. The Kid Rock song ended and Maggie and Sam headed toward them.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen time to slow it down a bit." The DJ said.

Lauren's eyes lit up when the song started.

Of course. It has to be this one.

Dean stood and grabbed her hand.

"Will you dance with me Mrs. Winchester?" He asked. Sam and Maggie sat down.

"Yes." Lauren said and stood walking to the dance floor behind him. They reached the floor and her hands were clasped behind his neck before the first verse started.

How do I, get through one night without you? If I had to live without you, what kind of life would that be? Oh and I, I need you in my arms. Need you to hold...

Lauren sighed and turned her head, leaning it against Dean's chest, eyes closed. He closed his as well and rested his head on the top of hers. They rocked back and forth to the song, slowly.

How do I live without you? I want to know. How do I breathe without you? If you ever go. How do I ever...ever survive? How do I, how do I, oh how do I live?

Lauren swallowed the lump in her throat and nuzzled her face deeper into his chest. Breathing in his smell and listening to his heartbeat. Dean lifted his head, Lauren doing the same. He leaned his head on hers, their noses almost touching. He looked into her beautiful blue eyes, the ones he never wanted to look away from as long as the world was still spinning.

Lauren had no idea what time it was. She had no idea there were other people around her. She had no idea there was anyone else in the whole wide world besides her, Dean, and Trisha Yearwood's voice. She was lost in Dean's emerald eyes. And though they said nothing, they said so much at the same time. They let the song talk for them.

Baby cause you know that you're everything good in my life. And tell me now. How do I live without you? I want to know. How do I breathe, without you? If you ever go. How do I ever, ever survive? How do I, how do I, oh how do I live?

The song ended but neither of them moved. They stayed, suspended, in one spot, not wanting this moment to end. Dean closed his eyes and leaned forward and kissed her gently. His passion flowed through her and she almost cried.

"Thank you." Lauren whispered once they broke apart. Dean smiled.

"Your welcome." He said softly.

But truth be told, she didn't know how she could live without him, or if she'd be able to.

--More soon! We'll get more into the main plot in the next one okay? Meanwhile, how'd you like this one?--