Star-Crossed (Completed)

041

Nadia's pov

I woke up the next day, getting out of bed. I grabbed my hoodie, putting it on.

I looked around the Bunker. "Dean, are you here?" I asked.

I walked to the library. I keep calling for Dean.

I grabbed my phone, calling Dean. The phone answers.

"Nadia, is everything okay?" Dean asked. "Yes. I just woke up. Where are you? I've been looking everywhere for you," I said.

"Kenesaw, Nebraska, heading to Hell. Sam's in the cage with Lucifer," Dean said. "He's what?!" I asked.

"Yeah, I strictly told him not to. Now I'm in Hell. Its a long ass walk," he said. "I know. I've been there. Did you see Ligeia there?" I asked.

"No I haven't. What should I do if I see her?" he asked. "If she sees you, Just continue walking away," I said.

"I will," he said. "And Dean..," I said. "Yeah?" he asked.

"Be careful, I love you," I said. "Always will and I love you too," he said, hanging up.

Few Days Later

Dean got Sam out of Lucifer's cage. My morning sickness went down.

My little baby bump is growing a little. Dean's been taking care of me during my pregnancy.

"Feeling better?" he asked. "100 percent better," I said.

"Are you 100 percent better to join Sam and I on a case?" he asked. "Sure. No more morning sickness. How far is it?" I asked

"Fifteen minutes, it's technically our backyard," he said. "Yeah, I'll come with you. What's the case?" I asked.

Dean gave me a newspaper. I looked at it, reading it.

'A resident at Oak Park here in Lebanon was found in his room. His head bashed into the wall.'

"Poor guy," I said. "Yeah, they found him with his head bashed in. Doors were locked, no one broke in," he said.

"Well get dressed and we'll go," he said. I nodded and smiled.

"Can you help me with an outfit?" I asked. "Sure," Dean said.

"Should I wear a dress or a jumpsuit with a blazer?" I asked. "Jumpsuit with a blazer," he said.

Fifteen Minutes Later

Dean, Sam and myself arrived at the old folks home called Oak Park. Dean and Sam got out.

I fixed my hair. Dean opens the door for me, grabbing my hand.

"Thank you," I said, holding it as I got out of the car. Sam looks at the building.