Letters

9 1/2

Ally's POV
"I think that's the last of it.", I whisper loudly to Daisy and Sam. This is probably the craziest things we've ever done! We've already got the walls painted in a week, and have everything we need for the nursery in here. No one was using this room anyway. And Dean seems to have never noticed the smell of paint. Yes, I'm in the bunker. We've been drugging Dean with sleep medicine, so I can sneak in and help prepare the nursery for my baby. See? I am moving back in, but I have to actually have the baby first, then I'll move back into the bunker. The only bad thing is that Dean doesn't know about me being pregnant. At all. He's completely clueless. Daisy whispers, after hanging something over the top of the rocking chair, "Hey Als, you know what you should do?" I whisper back, "What?" She replies, "Since Dean's pretty much 'dead to the world', you could go in there and see him." I think about it for a moment, then immediately make my way to Dean's room, my hand rubbing my large baby bump, protectively. I now stand in front of his room, my hand trembling as a reach for the doorknob. I turn it quietly, then push it open slowly, my heart racing. I just have to see him. I hear him snoring softly, deeming it safe to go in, unnoticed. I walk around to the side of the bed he's curled up on, and get on my knees carefully. He looks so peaceful when he's sleeping. But, then again, he probably doesn't sleep well anymore, without the medicine. My poor Deanie. I reach out, not thinking, and touch his cheek with my fingers, feeling the rough stubble that I miss so much. As a result, he mumbles my name, a moment later. I smile a little, feeling tears forming in my eyes. I lean forward, and press my lips against his, very softly. When I gently pull away, I whisper, running a hand through his hair, "I'll be back home soon, baby...I promise." Just because I know he's fully asleep, I cautiously pull his hand down, and rest his palm against my stomach. The baby moves at his touch, and I whisper, "Yes, baby...that's daddy's hand. He doesn't know about you yet, but believe me, he won't be able to get enough of you when he finds out." I put his hand back up on the bed, but not before I gently kiss his knuckles, because I know he'll feel it, and I want him to know that I do really love him. I feel bad for leaving, but I had to. I stand up, pulling a note out of my pocket, and setting it on his nightstand, knowing that he'll read it as soon as he sees it. It basically explains that the next month is going to be extremely busy, and I won't be able to contact him that much. But I promised him that I'll be home within the next month or so. I give him a small kiss on the forehead, mindful of my baby bump, then leave, without another glance, and in tears. Sam drives me back to my apartment, in Baby, as I sob my eyes out, my body practically numb. I miss Dean as much as he misses me. And this next month especially, I'll want him with me. But soon I'll be back with him, safe in his arms again, and forever.