Dean had given me to till next week to wait this thing out but I was still getting sick every morning. And with that, it had only increased my nerves. Not to mention the fact that Sam couldn't seem to let it go, either. My hands shook then as my eyes went down to the small white stick I held between my fingers. One little stick. So small and yet so life-changing.

And it would change everything. If I really was... I took a deep breath then, gathering up my courage to glance down at the end of the stick. It had beeped nearly half an hour ago but couldn't get myself to look at it. But I needed to know. With a silent prayer in my head, I finally averted my eyes to the tiny screen...and dropped it onto the pristine white floor. It made a small clink as it hit hard tile and I felt my stomach drop, the image embedded in my brain.

Positive. It was...it was positive.

I was pregnant again. My hands braced the sink, knuckles turning stark white as I let out a shaky breath I'd been holding in. No, no, no, no, no! Please, no, it couldn't be, it just couldn't be! I loved Yasmin with my whole heart and nothing would make me happier than to have another child but-but...

Tears clouded my dark brown eyes as I stared back at the desolate expression in the mirror above the sink, feeling as if my world was crumbling beneath my feet. Everything was finally going right for once! I had Dean back, we were married, we had a home - life was good.

It could still be Dean's, I reminded myself as I picked up the white stick off the floor.

With my free hand, I pinched the bridge of my nose between my forefinger and thumb as I let my eyes flutter shut, letting a sigh slip out from between my plump, pink lips. I just had to keep that in mind. There was...there was no way it could possibly be... But no! No, I couldn't even think like that - of course, it was Dean's!

Suddenly, there was a loud, reverberating knock on the bathroom door, startling me so bad the tiny, white stick dropped from my hand once again. It clattered to the floor loudly and I cursed under my breath at the audible sound.

"Parker! Park, are you alright in there?" Dean's gruff voice sounded from the other side of the door.

I blanched at my husband's voice, feeling sick again. Quickly, I kicked the small stick behind the trash bin in the corner just as Dean burst in. His piercing green eyes scanned the room before landing on me, completely in hunter-mode. But as soon as they landed on my shaking form, they softened and he padded over to me. Cool hands rested on my bare forearms, making me shiver from the contact.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked me gently, one hand moving up to cup my face.

I leaned into his touch, pressing a butterfly kiss to his palm before plastering a smile to my face, eyes still slightly blurry with tears.

"I...I..." I started, failing miserably to get the words out.

"It's okay, you can tell me anything - you know that," he assured me, hands rubbing up and down my skin soothingly.

I tried again but choked on the words. It was then that Dean wrapped his arm around my shoulders, leading me out of the bedroom we shared and into the library. Carefully, he helped me sit down in one of the chairs and I sighed, raking a hand through my hair absentmindedly. It was then that I noticed a pair of hazel-brown eyes watching me. Biting my lip, I looked away from Sam's penetrating gaze, not feeling in the mood to deal with all of that right now. It wasn't as if he had a lot of room to be concerned right now anyhow. I wasn't his wife... Dean, however, was very concerned.

"Look, Park, this has gone on long enough. You're sick all the time - every morning like clockwork. Not to mention the fact that any food I bring you, you either throw right up or don't like the smell of. You're always in a bad mood-... I don't know what's wrong but if it's not demon possession and believe me, I did check for that-" Dean began to rant, throwing his hands up in exasperation as he stood over me.

"Dean!" Sam hissed, visibly irritated by his brother's behavior.

But Dean just plunged ahead, "-I even tried to get Cas or maybe even Crowley to come over but neither of them would so-"

"Dean, I'm pregnant," I blurted out, exhaling silently after the words had left my mouth.

There. It was out in the open now. Dean stopped speaking immediately, green eyes going wide as saucers while Sam just shut his mouth, too much in shock to say anything. Not that him saying something would really be the best thing right now. Silence stretched between the three of us for a moment before Dean finally broke it.

"You...you're what?" he asked, his face unreadable.

"I said I'm pregnant. I...I took a test and it was positive," I confessed, almost scared of his reaction.

Sure, we had one child together already but...but he wasn't there through any of that pregnancy. And...and I wasn't so sure...

But Dean's voice shook me from my thoughts, catching me completely off-guard.

"Parker, that's-that's wonderful!"

I glanced up, wide-eyed at my husband. But his elated face said it all - he was...he was happy? Pulling me up out of my seat to be level with him, he pulled me in for a passionate kiss - passionate enough to make Sam cough in both embarrassment and if I wasn't mistaken, anger as well. When he finally broke away, leaving the both of us breathless, I couldn't help but smile in excitement.

"So you're not mad?" I asked hopefully, my hands covering his that were still attached to my face.

He shook his head, grinning at me as his candy-apple green eyes sparkled in the fluorescent lighting, "How could I ever be mad about something like this? We're having another child! I'm gonna be a dad again!"

Nausea washed over me in that instant but it wasn't from morning sickness. No, this time it was from pure and utter guilt eating away at my insides like acid. He wrapped me into a hug then, bringing me into his chest. But as his strong arms held me tight like a vice, I lifted my chin up and over to rest on his shoulder, eyes traveling to Sam's silent figure still seated at the long wooden table. His gaze met mine in the lights hanging overhead. Sam was visibly paler than he'd been before I dropped the bombshell.

We both knew it already, of course - that I was pregnant. It wasn't hard to guess.

But there was one question that remained unspoken...

The baby growing in my stomach - was it Dean's...or Sam's?

Note: So what do you think, guys? What's your verdict? Is the baby Sam or Dean's? And more importantly, whose baby do you want it to be? :D