Pregnant. He stared at her for what must have been the longest time. There was no expression on his face. Nothing. Then he stood upright and shook his head, turning away from her as he walked to the other side of the room. Hands at his waist, he lowered his head and shook it again, chuckling a little with every step that he took.
"You know, I've heard some real lines..." He stopped and looked over at her. Except these weren't lines, were they? He could tell himself that it was all a joke, orchestrated by no other than Dean Winchester himself, he could say that it was a really bad dream - the list could have gone on and on and on. But just from looking at Heather? He could tell. This was serious. She was serious.
And suddenly, just like that, Sam felt like he couldn't breathe. He ran a hand over his face and turned from her again. Leaning against his desk, he closed his eyes and tried to keep himself together. He had to, he couldn't freak out that would've been bad for everyone, right?