Episode: Season 7 - Of Grave Importance Pt. 2 

I sat silent in the backseat, just staring out the window as trees and cars flew past us on our way back to the hotel. We'd stopped by the place Annie was staying at but she wasn't there, either. Her things were though - cell phone included. And the EMF reader was going crazy, the amount of ectoplasm off the charts. It indicated only one thing - she'd been taken. Or worse...

As soon as we got back to our hotel room, Dean went back out to grab some food for us. Although Sam and I knew it was mainly to get pie. I was glad though - I needed food since I'd skipped breakfast this morning. But as I sat down on my bed briefly, another bout of nausea swirled in my stomach. I felt the familiar rush in my throat and without a word to Sam, I bolted towards the bathroom. I barely made it there though before a watery liquid spewed from my mouth, hurling the little remaining contents of my stomach into the porcelain bowl of the toilet.

All of a sudden, I felt comforting hands pull back my hair for me as I vomited up the last of it. A shaky breath blew out from between my lips then as the same hands helped me into a sitting position on the floor, my back pressing up against the wooden cabinet. Glancing beside me, I looked up into Sam's concern-filled eyes. And just gazing up at him, it brought tears to my own eyes.

"What's wrong with me, Sammy?" I asked in a small voice.

That was all it took for him to sweep me up into his arms, holding me tightly in an attempt to comfort me. It was like a dam broke then and the tears came rushing out as I sobbed into his chest, clenching his plaid blue shirt in fistfuls. His hands ran up and down my back soothingly as I cried, giving me time to let it all out. We stayed like that a few moments before finally, the tears had subsided and I lifted my head up, meeting his gaze. His hand reached up to my face then, wiping away the tears with his fingertips.

"You wanna talk about it now?" he asked me gently and hesitantly, I nodded.

"I haven't been able to eat," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper as I continued, "Every time I do, I just throw it back up. Anything can trigger it without warning. I...I don't know what to do..."

Sam's hand rested over mine as I finished, squeezing it gently. He'd been silent as he listened, not saying a word. But finally, he spoke.

"How long has this been going on?" he questioned, eyebrows briefly knitting together in confusion.

I shrugged, pushing a strand of black hair back behind my ear, "Couple weeks after we got back from the 40's,"

Sam bit his lip in thought for a moment and I could see the gears moving in his head, trying to figure out the cause. Suddenly, his eyes lit up slightly - as if he'd figured it out and his eyes locked on mine. I frowned in confusion.

"Parker...you don't think...I mean, it's not possible that-... Never mind, forget it, I'm probably wrong," Sam stumbled over his words before cutting himself off abruptly, not finishing his thoughts.

I sighed, shaking my head slightly, "What's not possible, Sam?"

But the next words he spoke bowled me over, shocking me so much I couldn't even speak, let alone form a coherent sentence.

"Parker, I think you might be pregnant."