Supernatural Fiction & Art

PART 46

Their routines slowly fell into place. Dean and Sam had their usual routines with work and school. John and Bobby were used to staying up later and getting up later. They stayed out of Sam and Dean's way as they got ready for their day. When they were gone, John and Bobby got up and ready for their day of construction. One of them picked Sam up after class. If Sam had to study, then it fell to John or Bobby to make supper, and they were sure to have beans in some shape or form. Sam had grown tired of beans as had Dean. They never had them in their cupboards until John and Bobby came to visit. As long as supper got made and Sam could study, neither of them complained.

"You need to see what we've done downstairs," John said over supper. "Were you going to put a bathroom down there?"

Sam looked Dean who replied, "I don't know. How hard would that be?"

"We could do it," Bobby nodded his head. "It wouldn't be anything fancy, but we could put one in."

"That would be nice to have," Sam threw in his two cents.

"Looks like we'll plan on one then," John concluded. "I figure we may as well finish off the basement instead of just building a room here and there. We'll do rooms and a hall with an open area at the foot of the stairs. How's that sound?"

Dean nodded. "Sounds great. About how long will something like that take?"

"Are you going to kick out free labor, Dean? Might want to rethink that," Bobby laughed.

"Just wondering," Dean said and his cheeks turned pink. He'd been thinking about private time for him and Sam.

"Gees, Dean," John chuckled. "You and Sam need some alone time? Tell us to get lost for an evening and what time we're allowed to come back. It's that simple."

Dean and Sam looked at each other.

"Hey, we get our private conversations out of the way while you guys are gone during the day. We're just at work in the basement but we don't want to cut into your time. Then, you'll split up and have to sell the house. All of our work will be for naught."

***

Drew came over to study with Sam and the older men greeted them when they came upstairs to regroup and get something to drink.

"Will you be coming over for Sam's birthday later this week?" John asked.

"I always do," Drew smiled in return. "The meals on campus can't compete with anything homemade or a cake."

"We'll see ya in a few days, then," Bobby gave them a wave. "Hard to believe little Sammy will be twenty-four years old, isn't it, John?"

John agreed as they closed the door and left Drew and Sam to their books.

"Little Sammy?" Drew laughed. "Were you every little?"

"That's what you get from people who changed your diapers," Sam laughed.

***

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Sam. Happy birthday to you," the four men sang out of tune, ending in laughter.

They enjoyed the cake, and Drew even told Bobby that he had enjoyed supper, which had been beans and franks. Sam was convinced that Drew was just being polite.

They had a few beers and visited. Drew loved hearing about Dean and Sam when they were little. Bobby and John were great sources for embarrassing moments. Sam and Dean threw their own stories in, just to even out the embarrassment. Drew laughed so hard his stomach hurt.

"I'll see you in class," Drew told Sam as he put his shoes on. "Thanks for having me over for your party."

"You're always welcome here," Sam told him. "I'm getting tired of class. I'm actually glad Finals are coming up."

"You hush! Bite your tongue! I need as much time as possible to prepare for those," Drew replied as he opened the door. "See ya. Tell the guys goodbye from me."

"Bye, Drew!" came a chorus from the living room.

"Guess they heard you," Sam chuckled. "Later."

Sam went back into the living room and joined back in.

"Um, your dad and I got you something for your birthday," Bobby handed Sam an envelope.

"I don't need any presents," Sam turned a little pink as he took the envelope and opened it. "You got us a room for the weekend. I don't know what to say besides thank you."

"You're very welcome, Sam. With all your studying, you deserve a break," John said. "Remember to take Dean along so that we can get a good chunk of work done here without his interfering."

"I don't interfere, I supervise," Dean was defensive.

"Well, we work better without your supervision," Bobby smiled. "So go have fun and then we'll get plenty done here."

***

“This is a nice place,” Sam told Dean as he put his duffel down.

“Bobby and Dad went all out. Even just a motel on the edge of town would have been a nice break. This is way more than I expected.”

“Just think, Dean. We get to stay here because I study so hard and get good grades.”

“Hey! I work hard, too!”

“But, they didn’t give you a hotel stay for your birthday. If I remember correctly, you just got a phone call.”

Dean, always the grownup, stuck his tongue out at Sam.

“You goof,” Sam gave him a hug and they toppled over onto the bed.

They kissed and then laid on their backs, looking around the room.

“It’s hard to think without the constant pounding of the construction,” Dean laughed.

“You trying to think?” Sam dodged a punch to his shoulder.

“Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

It was quiet and relaxing. It was just what Dean and Sam needed--a short vacation. It was also what Bobby and John needed. They toiled away on the construction but they we able to have some quiet time to themselves, too. The birthday present had been a gift to everyone.

PART 47

Sam joined Dean in the over-sized shower at the hotel. They tenderly washed each other, expressing their love in the care they took helping each other with such a simple personal task. There was all the time in the world. They toweled off and went back to the very soft bed with luxurious bedding.

"Has Drew mentioned Emma?" Dean asked quietly.

"He just said she's pregnant," Sam replied. "He didn't say anything more and I didn't bring up adopting to him."

"We'll have to talk to him when we get back and see what Emma's plans are. I wonder how it was to go back to school with him there."

"It had to have been awful," Sam answered him. "Can you imagine everyone knowing that she had accused him of attacking her?"

"Is she pressing charges?"

"It's a criminal charge. They don't need Emma's permission to press charges. I think the Sate is pressing charges. Hopefully Emma will be able to avoid being on the witness stand. I'd hate to have her go through it all over again."

"What type of gal is she?" Dean asked.

"I don't know much about her. Drew talked about her before it all happened. She seemed to be a friendly, approachable person. The kind that would help others out. She was doing good in school, but that could have changed."

"I never had good grades to begin with, but an experience like that would make my grades dive."

"Yeah." Sam threw his leg over Dean and moved in closer. "You are the reason my grades didn't drop last year."

"No, you are," Dean disagreed. "You were strong even when you were hurting. You were able to push the bad memories back and concentrate on your books. It was your determination that kept your grades up."

"You helped me so much, Dean. Those days over Christmas Break when Mr. Steven gave you time off work helped me deal with what had happened. It prepared me for going back to class."

"However you did it, Sam, you succeeded," Dean ran his fingers through Sam's hair and kissed his forehead.

"We succeeded," Sam corrected. "Only with you to support and love me, Dean."

"Ill always be here," Dean promised.

"I know you will," Sam smiled. "Just as I'll never leave you."

They caressed the curves of each other's bodies like they were discovering them for the first time. It had been too long since they had been able to lie together and not have to listen for John or Bobby in the bathroom. They were able to just breathe, touch, and respond. Slowly loving each other, finding that certain spot behind the ear or by the collarbone that made the other moan. Hands massaging hard muscles, running along their erections and finding pleasure in their release. Totally relaxed, bones and muscles feeling like mush, they fell asleep tangled together.

***

Bobby and John worked on the basement until their backs and muscles ached, hoping to surprise Sam and Dean with their progress when they returned. When they called it a night, their feet were heavy as they made their way upstairs.

"This takes more out of me than hunting," Bobby sighed as he sat down.

"Yeah. We're not having to run, though. I hate running."

Bobby laughed. "Besides, you run funny."

"What?"

"You run funny."

"How do you mean?" John asked.

"I'm sure you ran fine in the marines," Bobby told him, "but you move like you have a stick up your butt when you are running from anything supernatural."

"How would you know that?"

"I've been the one running right behind you. I couldn't miss it."

"You were checking out my ass while running for your life? John was stunned.

"Hey, I knew I was headed to hell anyway if it got me. Figured I'd might as well look," Bobby shrugged.

John just shook his head. "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby."

***

After their showers, Bobby and John were still feeling the aches and pains they'd collected over the years that had come back to haunt them while working in the basement. They carefully tried to work the kinks out of each other's muscles, both denying that they were getting too old for anything.

They turned the television around so they could watch it from their bed.

"I haven't been able to do this since my last motel stay," John said. "I like lying in bed watching the tube. Why don't we have a television in your room?"

"Because it causes a bad sleeping environment," Bobby sighed. "We've had this discussion before, John. You're supposed to keep your bedroom as a place you go to sleep, not watch television or read books, just to sleep."

John's laugh rumbled. "We do more than sleep, Bobby."

Bobby's ears turned red. "You know damn well what I meant, Johnny. No need to point out the obvious exception to the rule."

"You mean seduction?" John still laughed. "I can't believe mentioning our relationship can still make you turn red."

"I'm not turning red."

"Your ears are," John tried to stop laughing. "Come on, Bobby, it's not like I ever try to get you to talk about it out of the bedroom. Why turn red now?"

"We're not in our bedroom," Bobby pointed out. "We're in the middle of Sam and Dean's living room, if you haven't noticed. We're out in the open."

"Ok, I won't bring it up again. Any idea what's on television?"

"Don't know and don't care," Bobby rolled over. "I just want to sleep."

John played with Bobby's hair as he watched television. After he'd had his fill of bad tv, he turned it off, laid down, and threw an arm around Bobby. "Love you," he whispered as he kissed Bobby's neck.

Bobby grumbled something back to John, but John knew what he meant.

***

“What was I like as a baby?” Sam asked Dean in the middle of the night.

“Let me guess, you can’t sleep because you’re thinking about the possibility of adopting Emma’s baby.”

“What was I like?” Sam asked again.

“You were funny. You made lots of noises and amused yourself with your toys. Feeding you was a chore because you spit as much food as you swallowed. Lots of dirty diapers. Oh, and at two, you were the king of tempter tantrums. I never thought you would outgrow stage. It frustrated the hell out of Dad because he didn’t know what to do.”

“What did you do when I had a tantrum?”

“I left you wherever you flopped yourself down and walked away.”

“Dean!”

“Hey, I made sure that there was nothing you could hurt yourself on first. I wasn’t going to give you attention because that was what you wanted. When I ignored you, you eventually got the point.”

Sam considered that point. “Do you think we’d be good parents?”

“Yep, I do. We’ve got plenty of love to share.”

Sam smiled at Dean, kissed his and moved so his head was next to Dean’s on the pillow. “I really hope it works out for us, if it is what Emma still wants to do.”

“Same here,” Dean agreed before he fell back to sleep.

PART 48

They reluctantly drifted from the hotel back to real life. Bobby and John had surprised them with their progress on the basement, and the older men looked exhausted. It almost made the boys feel bad for being so relaxed.

"Did you two work non-stop?" Sam asked.

"No, but it feels like we did," John replied. "It was worth it to see the surprise on your face. You didn't think we had it in us, did ya?"

"I've learned to never doubt what you two can accomplish," Dean chuckled. "You didn't have to damn near kill yourselves to prove anything to us."

"We're fine," Bobby put an arm around John's shoulders. "Your Dad insisted on staying up to watch rotten late night television. Now that you two are back, the television won't be on after you guys go to bed so you can sleep. Without the noise from the television, I can get my sleep, too."

"What if I'm not tired?" John asked Bobby.

"You can sleep on the deck. I'm not getting any more sleep-deprived than I already am."

Dean and Sam exchanged a look and decided to call it a night. They could hear their dad and Bobby arguing as they walked down the hall.

As soon as Sam shut their bedroom door he turned to Dean, "Did you see what they got done? I'm amazed at how far they got."

"Yeah. It blew me out of the water. They must have taken the weekend as a challenge or something. Looks like they are paying for it now, though."

"They were moving kind of funny," Sam agreed. "At least with us turning in early, they'll catch up on some sleep."

"Dad won't if Bobby kicks him to the deck. Bobby was serious."

"I know. I hope Dad realizes how serious he is."

"Well, if he doesn't, he'll learn the hard way and hopefully only have to learn it once."

***

When Sam saw Drew later in the week, he asked how Emma was doing.

"She's pregnant and still trying to go to school. That damn boy won't leave her alone at school and has been spreading the rumor that she wanted it."

"That's awful. How is she dealing with the pregnancy? Still thinking of adoption?"

"She's thinking adoption, my folks still think abortion. I don't even recall how far along she'd be. It might be too late for an abortion."

"I don't know, either. But, Emma was set on adoption when I talked to her that night."

"I never asked you or her what was said that night, but it helped her. Although my parents like you, they are ticked that she talked to you and not them."

"It had nothing to do with them," Sam started to explain.

"I know," Drew replied. "Thanks for helping us out."

"Anytime, Drew. I've always known I could count on you."

They walked a little further in silence.

"Do you think Emma would let Dean and I adopt the baby?" Sam said a little loudly because he'd had to work up enough guts to ask Drew and he didn't want to have to repeat himself.

"I don't know. You'd have to ask her," Drew eyed Sam. "I didn't know you and Dean were looking to adopt."

"Well, we wanted to start the whole process in earnest after I get settled in a good job. But, with Emma, we could do a private adoption, bypass the agency red tape, and Emma would know who had her baby."

"When Emma first mentioned adoption, I felt cheated. I'd have a niece or nephew out there that I'd never know about and they'd never know me. If you two adopted the baby, though, I'd still be able to see them, right?"

"Yeah, you're our friend. Did you think we'd just take the baby and run?"

"I don't know. You sprung this whole adoption thing on me out of the blue. I haven't had time to think about it yet."

"Next time you talk to Emma and it feels like the right time, just bring it up to her and see what she says."

"Sure, Sam. I'll let you know."

***

Sam relayed his conversation to Dean when they were in the privacy of their room that night. He didn't want his dad or Bobby knowing about it because he wasn't sure what they'd think of adoption.

"Drew will let us know, Sammy. He had to notice how much you want this to work out, you just emit this vibe that is hard to ignore."

"I hope life gets easier for Emma. That creep is spreading rumors and she doesn't deserve that."

"No, she doesn't," Dean pulled Sam closer.

"Hmm, I love the feel of your skin," Sam whispered.

"Even if you didn't, you'd still be stuck with me. You know that, right?"

"I would never consider myself stuck with you," Sam looked into the depth of Dean's green eyes. Dean smiled and put a hand behind Sam's neck to pull him closer.

Kisses went from slow and relaxed to needy and urgent. Hands followed curves and outlines muscles. Fingers ran through sweaty hair and searched out the source of throbbing. Whispering, moaning, trying to keep quiet while they thoroughly loved each other. No part of their bodies was left untouched, No part of their mind or spirit was empty, just filled with love.

Sam walked into the bathroom to wash his face and came back with a couple washcloths to clean up before giving into the sleep that was overtaking them. Dean was already giving in so Sam cleaned him up gently before covering him up.

"Sammy," Dean groaned, "You wore me out or I wore myself out loving you."

"Probably both," Sam grinned. "I feel pretty well loved."

"Same here, Hurry back to bed."

Sam shook his head as he brought the washcloths back. Dean was never patient when he wanted something--especially Sam. Even if it was just to cuddle, which Dean swore he didn't do.

PART 49

The next days went on like usual. The only difference in the days was Sam's classes. Bobby and John pounded away in the basement. Dean went to work, came home and tried to keep the noise down. They had supper, relaxed a little, and then went off to bed.

A couple weeks after Sam's conversation with Drew about adopting Emma's baby, Sam got a frantic phone call from Drew.

"Sam, it's Drew. I need your help."

"What's wrong, Drew?" Sam stopped stirring supper.

"I can't--can we just come over?"

"Sure. See you in a few." Sam hung up and wondered what could have rattled Drew.

Sam heard a frantic knock at the door and was over to answer it in just a few long strides. Drew knew to just walk in. What was going on?

As soon as Sam swung the door open, he got his answer. Drew was holding Emma upright and her black eye stood out so that Sam didn't scan for further injuries. He went to Emma's other side and helped the two of them in.

"What happened?" Sam asked Drew over Emma's head because Emma was sobbing.

"Later," was all Drew said.

They settled Emma on the couch. Sam brushed Emma's hair to the side, "Are you hurt?" Sam looked Emma in the eye and waited until she could answer him.

Emma nodded.

"Where?" Sam kept his voice soft.

Emma moved her long hair to the side and to show her neck, which was black and blue. Sam put his hand where Emma's was. "Anywhere else?" Sam swallowed as he worried about what else he would be shown.

Emma pointed to her shoulder. "May I?" Sam asked as he looked for her tiny nod as she turned her head away. Sam unbuttoned her shirt until he could see her shoulder. "Looks like it might be dislocated. Drew, can you get my dad and Bobby from downstairs?"

Emma started to grab at Drew's shirt. "It's okay, Emma. Sam and I will stay with you. We just need to get Sam's dad and Bobby to help. They'll help us take care of you."

Drew went down to the basement and Sam took Emma's shoes off for her. "You're safe here, Emma. Drew will be right back."

Emma looked at Sam with empty eyes. "My dad's name is John and he and Bobby have helped other people. You need to let them help you."

Emma nodded.

Drew, John and Bobby pounded up the stairs. Emma startled at the sound. "They tend to be noisy," Sam smiled. "They're here to help you."

John pushed Sam aside, taking over the situation like he usually did. "Emma?" John placed a hand on the side of her face that wasn't bruised. "Drew said you hurt your shoulder. Can I look at it?"

She nodded, seemingly lulled by his deep comforting voice.

"I need a blanket," John looked at Bobby. "And we need to get this injured arm out of her shirt, gently."

Sam took her good hand and sat down by her. He covered her with the blanket while John and Bobby worked her arm free.

"Circulation is good," Bobby said as he worked his way up her arm, feeling for any other injuries. "Do you think it's a simple dislocation or do we need to bring her in?"

"No!" Emma's eyes held nothing but fear as she recalled her last visit to the Emergency Room.

"Can you try first and only use bringing her in as a last resort?" Sam asked.

John nodded. Drew nodded his consent. Bobby went to get some sheets to make into bandages.

"Now, Sam here is going to hold you steady," John had Emma's full attention again. "I am going to move your arm around until I find where it needs to go. You have to remain relaxed, honey, or this isn't going to work."

John looked at Sam, "Do we have anything we can give her?"

"No. She's pregnant," Sam replied.

Sam's reply didn't phase John. "Okay, slight change in plans. We need to move Emma to the bed." Once they got her there, John continued, "Sammy here will sit on your good side. Bobby is going to sit behind you to hold you still. Drew, I think I heard Dean pull into the garage. Go offer to put gas in the Impala for him."

"What?" Drew was confused.

"Go offer to put gas in the Impala for Dean and send him in here," Sam tried to urge Drew to move and yet signal that it would be all right.

Drew went into the garage and Dean came running in. "Where do you need me?" he asked as he took his coat off.

"We'll need you to help with bandages," John replied. "Dean, this here is Emma. Honey, we're going to do what I said now. Are you ready?"

Emma nodded.

Sam and Bobby held her tight while John moved his arm into the correct position. He gave them a look over Emma's head so they knew he was going to push it in. Emma cried out as John got her shoulder back in.

"It's done now, honey," John wiped a couple tears away. "I'm sorry it hurt, but we needed to get it back in."

Dean gave John the bandages and helped him wrap Emma up. Slowly, they laid her down on her good side and covered her up. Dean went to get Drew who hadn't left in the Impala. Dean had instructed him to stay in the garage until he came out to get him.

John tenderly felt along her neck to see if there was any further damage than what they could see. Emma hissed when he hit a particularly sore spot.

"Sorry," his voice rumbled as he moved his hands from her. "Is it just your neck and face that hurt besides your shoulder?"

"Yes."

"Who did this?" John asked.

No reply.

"That's not important right now. Did you get knocked down?"

"No, I slid to the floor along a wall," Emma's voice was so quiet.

"Sam said that you're pregnant. This is important. Did anyone strike you in your abdomen or lower back?"

Emma shook her head.

"Do you have any pains in your abdomen or any bleeding?"

"No."

"If you get cramps, you need to let us know so we can get help for you, okay?" John brushed her hair back and gave her a smile. "I think Tylenol is about all you can have, but we'll get you some. Is there anything else we can do to keep you comfortable?"

Emma shook her head. She took the Tylenol and fell asleep.

John motioned for everyone but Bobby to follow him into the study. "What happened?" he asked Drew as soon as he closed the door.

"She showed up at my dorm that way. I called Sam quick before we came over. I didn't know where to bring her."

"You brought her to the right place," Dean ran his fingers through his hair, adrenaline rushing from how he was greeted when he got home from work. "Any idea who did that?"

"The creep that attacked her is my guess," Drew answered. "But, she didn't say."

"That's whose baby that is?" John huffed.

Drew nodded.

"Call your folks, Drew. Let them know she's here and she can stay here," John, ever the drill sergeant.

"Bobby and I can camp out in the living room tonight," John was working things out in his head. "If she's going to be here for any amount of time, she'll need a bed. Pregnant women need the support of a regular bed. Bobby and I can handle the couch or recliner for a couple nights. Other than that, we'll need to get her one."

Dean just nodded.

Drew came back in, "My folks said she didn't come home from school. She'd been agitated, upset, almost every day after school. Is it okay if she stays here for awhile?"

"Sure," John replied. "We need to pick up a bed that we ordered in the morning. We'll put it in here so she has her own room. Since she's already crashed in the living room, why don't you sleep by her tonight? Bobby and I will camp out in the living room in case you need anything."

"Dean and I will be in our room just down the hall," Sam told Drew. "Get us if you need anything."

They went back to the living room, where Emma was still asleep.

"I put the Tylenol on the kitchen counter. I put a bag of ice on her shoulder and refilled the ice trays. What did you guys figure out?"

"She's staying for awhile. Drew will sleep by her and you and I get to camp out like old days," John grinned.

"I'll go grab some bedding," Bobby headed down the hall.

Drew settled into bed beside Emma, making sure that he ice pack stayed on. Bobby came out with the extra bedding and he and John made themselves comfortable in the recliner and the couch.

"I'll get you up in time for school," Sam told Drew. "Just get us if you need anything."

Drew nodded wearily.

Supper long forgotten, everyone slept.

PART 50

"Sam," Drew whispered as he shook Sam. "Sam, we need to bring Emma in. She asked if you can come with."

"Sure," Sam rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Where is she?"

"Bathroom. She started having cramps, went into the bathroom, and said she needed to go in. There must be blood."

Sam got up quickly. "I'll go talk to Emma. Can you go start the car and grab the blanket off the bed to wrap her in?"

Drew nodded and left promptly.

"Emma, it's Sam. Can I come in?" Sam heard her crying. He tried the knob and it wasn't locked. "I'm coming in now, Emma. It's just me."

He found her sitting on the stool, staring at the blood. "Look at me, Emma," Sam moved her chin so she had to look at him. "Drew and I are bring you in but we'll stay by you if you want us to."

Drew came in with the blanket.

"Here we go," Sam draped the blanket around her and picked her up.

Drew was trying to concentrate on driving but found himself straining to hear what Sam was saying to Emma to keep her calm. As soon as he stopped the car, Drew got out to find help. He came back with a nurse and a gurney.

"You two can take a seat in the waiting room and I'll get you when we have her settled in," the nurse said.

Emma gripped Sam's hand, "Stay."

"I stay with Emma," Sam insisted.

"Are you family?" the nurse asked.

"Just a friend. But she doesn't go anywhere without me."

"Okay," the nurse relented. "Someone still needs to register her."

"I'm her brother. I'll do it. Just get me when you have any information," Drew said.

Sam nodded.

Drew went to get Emma registered and Emma held Sam's hand as she was pushed through the door.

Sam turned his back but still held Emma's hand while the nurses got Emma into a gown. When the doctor came in to examine her, Sam looked into Emma's eyes and kept repeating, "I'm right here, Emma. It's going to be fine. Just keep looking at me, Emma. There. We're just going to have a little talk while the doctor does what he needs to."

The doctor moved Emma's legs from the stirrups and covered her up. "It was just some breakthrough bleeding, Emma. Your pregnancy is fine."

Emma breathed a sigh of relief.

"However," the doctor went on, "I want to get an x-ray of your shoulder and would like to know who did this to you."

Emma started to zone out.

"Doctor," Sam stepped in to try to alleviate some of her discomfort. "Emma's brother Drew can give you the name of the hospital Emma was taken to after she was attacked on a date. She still sees him at school and he's the one who did this."

"Sir, I need to hear it from her," the doctor insisted.

"She's not up to talking right now. You can ask her brother and he'll tell you the same thing."

"Who fixed her shoulder?"

"My dad. She didn't want us to bring her in."

"We still need to check it."

"That's fine," Sam said. "She just feels better when I'm with her. She talked to me when she wouldn't talk to anyone else after her attack."

The doctor nodded.

***

The three of them made their way back into the house in the wee hours of the morning. Drew and Emma collapsed on the bed in the living room and Sam made his way back to the bedroom.

"Sammy," Dean curled around him. "Where were you?"

"We had a scare with Emma. Turns out it wasn't anything to worry about," Sam scooted in closer.

"Goodnight, Dean. I love you."

"I love you, too, Sam."

***

Sam and Drew made it class although their eyes were blurry. When they got home, John and Bobby went to get the new bed. Sam and Drew moved the furniture around in the study to that they had enough room for a single bed. After they had the room set up, they showed Emma. She started to cry.

Her tears were joy, knowing that she had somewhere safe to live. She and Drew talked and decided that he would go to their parents' home to get some of her belongings. Emma was relieved that she didn't have to go home.

***

Emma awoke when she heard the door open.

“I just wanted to see if you needed anything,” Sam sat by her bed. “Want some soup?”

“Drew told me about you and Dean wanting a baby,” Emma took Sam’s hand.

“I wasn’t going to bring that up,” Sam replied.

“Well, Drew did. I was worried about my baby, Sam. I know I can’t raise the baby because I would always be reminded of that night. Still, I want it to be loved, and raised by good parents. It would take a huge burden off me if you and Dean adopted my baby.”

“It would?” Sam got tears in his eyes.

Emma nodded, crying.

“Just a minute,” Sam wiped Emma’s tears away. “I want to get Dean.”

Sam came to a screeching halt in the kitchen. “Dean, I need to talk to you. Now.”

Dean got up from the table and went into the hall.

“Emma just told me that she wants us to adopt her baby,” Sam’s tears started again.

“She did?” Dean needed clarification.

Sam nodded and they both entered Emma’s room.

“Emma,” Dean’s voice was cracking. “Is it true that you want us to adopt your baby?”

“Yes, if I can get updates when I need them or maybe meet the baby one day,”

“Baby,” Dean brushed Emma’s tears away. “ You just made our dream come true.”