Notes

You whimper a little as you wake up and you grab your stomach as the nausea hits you. You jolt up and run to the bathroom as quietly as you can, making it just in time. You kneel in front of the toilet and empty what little was in your stomach. You rest your forehead against the cold toilet and you sigh and take a couple deep breaths to calm yourself. You pause and listen, smiling a little when you hear Sam and Dean's slow deep breaths. You didn't wake them up. You sit down slowly and lean against the wall of the bathroom in the motel that you're in. You close your eyes and rub your temples, taking more deep breaths when another small wave of nausea hits. Thankfully you keep it contained and nothing comes up. You exhale slowly through your mouth before pulling your knees to your chest and resting your forehead on them, thinking. You've woken up the past couple mornings sick, but after the morning it always gets better.. You freeze as the obvious answer pops into your mind. Every woman knows that morning sickness is a symptom. But... You and Sam don't want kids. At least, not with this life style. You shake your head and get to your feet, a little unstable. You creep out of the bathroom and pull on some sweats and a jacket before grabbing the keys to the impala and sneaking out of the room. You make a quick run to the drugstore down the street, buying five at-home pregnancy tests. You need to make sure of the news before you tell it. This is something you can't be wrong about.You sneak back in the room and put the keys back where you found them. You freeze as you hear Sam move, praying that he won't notice you're gone and wake up. You watch him silently from across the room as he stretches a little, half awake, before slumping into another position. You wait until his breathing evens out before going into the bathroom again. You stare at your reflection in the mirror and take a deep breath or two before finally opening one of the tests and reading the instructions which are simple. Pee on the stick and wait for results. You raise your eyebrows a little with a small smile. At least it's not hard. You do your business but only use one stick. You set it on the counter and sneak out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. You silently get yourself a glass of water and down it. You drink another before taking a deep breath and tiptoeing back to the bathroom. You close the door and pick up the stick with shaky hands as you stare at the result. Positive. You drop it and run your hands through your hair, trying not to freak out. You take more deep breaths, focusing on breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. You open another test and repeat it, this time staring at the stick until you see the positive mark show up again. All you can do is stare. What in the world are you and Sam supposed to do with a baby?