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In which Dean gets an interesting phone call.

Sam was out like a light in the passenger's seat and Dean was pumping gas. It was a fairly regular occurrence for life with the Winchesters on the road, and Dean wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary. In fact, this was probably one of the better days he'd had in a while, and he wasn't looking to jeopardize that in any way.

He was drumming out something Zeppelin against the side of his car when his phone started to ring. Sighing slightly, he reached into the pocket and glanced at the caller ID. He smirked slightly when he saw who it was, before placing the phone to his ear.

"And here I thought Sammy was going to be the first one you called."

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Lana's nose scrunched in confusion. "What?"

Oh, right. Because he didn't know what was going on yet he had the luxury of being a smartass.

She shook her head. "Nevermind. Where are you and what are you doing?"

"Gasing up in a rest station, just outside Oklahoma City," Dean's smartass tone dropped almost instantly and he started to straighten a bit, possibly sounding a little worried. "Why? What's wrong?"

Lana chewed on her lip a little. "Maybe nothing. Guess it depends on how you look at it." She was more than a little panicky, which could be heard in her voice.

Yeah, Dean could hear it. And it was not making him feel any better. "Okay. What happened, then?" Dean was not in the mood to be cryptic.

And Lana was just short of scared to death.

She took a very deep breath before she answered.

"I'm pregnant."

Dean was quiet for a very long time. In fact, so long that Lana might have thought that the call had been dropped. But he eventually managed to find his voice again. "You're pregnant."

Yeah. That was all he got.

She was chewing on her lip again. "Yeah." There was a pause, which was Lana trying to breathe so she could finish. "Before you ask, doctor's office sure, and definitely yours."

"Wow," Dean said, slumping against the side of his car for a moment as he digested that. " -- just -- wow. Umm -- " There was another long period of silence, before Dean spoke up again, sounding more than a little flustered. " -- look, you're gonna have to bear with me here, because contrary to popular belief, this isn't a conversation I have often."

Lana swallowed, now pacing at the foot of her bed, just trying to keep calm, or as calm as she could be. "Don't feel obligated to rush back here. Don't feel obligated at all, I just--thought you should know..."

"No, hey, wait a second. A kid isn't exactly an obligation, it's a kid." He paused for a moment, running a hand over his face, before taking a deep breath. "I can be back in Smallville tomorrow."

"Okay." Her voice was small and quiet. Now, on top of everything else, she was embarrassed.

"Are you okay, Lana?"

"Yeah...no...I don't know." She sat down on the bed with a sigh. "I'm scared and you--you don't need this." She wiped a hand across her cheek to brush away the that wetness she was trying to pretend wasn't there. "You and Sam are doing a lot of good for the world and now..."

"Hey, hey, hey, slow down. It's okay. These things -- happen. Sometimes." Dean had no idea what he was saying right then. "Look, Sam and I will be in Smallville tomorrow. We'll talk then, okay?"

There was a small sniffle, one she kind of wanted to smack herself for a soon as it happened. "Okay."

"Okay," Dean sighed. He was quiet again, before speaking up. "Anything you need me to bring?"

She sighed and thought that over for a second. "Normally I'd be asking for a good red Bordeaux, but--no, not that I can think of."

Wow, nine months of no wine was going to drive her crazy.

He nodded a bit, before finishing up what he was doing at the gas station, and heading over to the other side of the car. "See you in a bit, then."

"Yeah, okay. Bye, Dean."

Dean hung up before sliding into the driver's seat of his car. He paused, sitting there for a moment before letting his hands on the steering wheel. She was pregnant. She was pregnant.

This was complicated on so many levels, and yet -- he was gonna be a dad. That couldn't be entirely bad.

Right?

Sam usually slept through gas station stops when he was in a good sleep. However, it was a brother thing that he could just "tell" something was wrong, and it made him stir in his sleep.

He opened his eyes and looked at Dean, then noticed how he was looking.

"Dean?"

Dean glanced back at his brother, and was quiet for a moment, before swallowing slightly and figuring that there was no good way to say it, so spitting it out would probably be better.

"She's pregnant."

And c'mon, Sam. You should have seen this one coming eventually.

Sam sat up, looking at his brother. He was still dreaming, right? No, he wasn't.

"Who's what?"

Oh, right. Details would probably be helpful, wouldn't they?

"Lana. That girl from Smallville? She's pregnant."

"oh." Sam just blinked, his sleepy brain catching up.

"OH." He sat up, looking at his brother. "But that's... it's yours?"

"Yeah." Dean said slowly, before running a hand over his face. "She said she was sure it was mine, and considering how she reacted to winding up in bed with me to begin with, I don't think she's the type to really sleep around, ya know?"

Sam would be the one to point out that Dean's sleeping around would catch up to him one day. Or that he was shocked Dean hadn't been safe. Or many other things. But right now was not the time.

"I guess. Wow... um... I take it we're going up there then?"

And Dean would have several answers for all of those, but yeah. Now wasn't it.

"Yeah. Told her we could be there by tomorrow -- she sounded pretty shaken up so -- figured I should be there."

"Yeah... yeah we should go." Sam watched Dean a moment. "Want me to drive? You look a bit shaken..."

"What? Nah, I'm fine," he sighed, shaking his head as he started the car. "I'm just still -- processing." He was quiet for a minute, before looking over at his brother again. "I'm gonna be a dad, Sam."

Sam gave him a small smile. "Looks like. I'm surprised it took you this long." He smirked just a bit.

Dean's stunned look faded to a bit of a glare, before he shoved his brother's shoulder and started to put the car into gear. "Shut up."

Edited 2009-07-03 17:51 (UTC)

There, Dean was a bit closer to being focused. Mission accomplished. Sam smiled to himself a bit, leaning back into the door to watch the road go by.

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