One More Night- A Dean Winchester Love Story *COMPLETE*

Chapter 29

Three Months Later

It's Christmas, I'm eight months pregnant. Dean and Sam are on a hunt, they were supposed to be home by yesterday. Dean hasn't even called to wish me a Merry Christmas. I would be worried if Sam hadn't called Christine. So instead, I'm pissed.

The boys finally came in at fifteen minutes past midnight. Pretty much the entire time I hadn't gotten so much as a text from a Dean. All of my phone calls went straight to voicemail. Christine gave up on trying to calm me down hours ago. I know it's not good for the baby but I just can't let it go. It's in my blood.

The moment I heard the front door open I went into the room I shared with Dean. I curled up with Luna on our bed and flipped the TV on. I made it through half of a movie before Dean came in.

"Daddy's home!" He slurred.

He promised to be home by Christmas. I was more than willing to let that slide. But not him ignoring me. Absolutely not. I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. Pregnancy hormones and demonic powers do not mix well. The last time Dean pissed me off I nearly caused the bunker to burn down. Not to mention that I don't know if my powers affect my baby.

Dean crawled into bed with me and started trying to kiss me. His breath smelled like cheap whiskey.

"You wanna give me my Christmas present?" Dean asked, trying to sound seductive.

"It's under the tree." I replied coldly.

"What? Are you not happy to see me?"

"Excuse me if I don't want to cuddle up to you after being ignored for the past two days."

"I was just focusing on the case."

"Yeah, right. I know you finished up Christmas Eve. Sam actually talks to Christine. So what's her name, Dean?"

I wasn't going to ask that question. I was going to bury my suspicion. But him showing up sauced was just the icing on the bitchy cake.

"What the hell are you accusing me of?" Dean asked, looking offended.

"What does it sound like?"

"I go out and save people's lives and this is the thanks I get."

I had to get up. I couldn't stand laying in the same bed with him.

"You weren't doing any life saving all day. You were bar hopping and probably waitress shagging."

Dean laughed. "Oh I got plenty of offers, sweetheart."

"Yeah? How many of those did you accept? Did you break a Winchester record?"

Dean got up on the other side of the bed. Apparently not willing to take this lying down.

"Just because you're not the only person I've ever fucked doesn't mean I'd cheat on you."

"You're not the only person I've ever slept with, Dean."

I should not have said that.

"Lie again. I was your first, remember? I sure do." Dean grinned wickedly.

Should I set him straight?

"That doesn't mean you've been the only one since."

Well, there's no turning back now.

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked, looking confused.

"I slept with a demon when I was in Hell. I'm positive Crowley killed him later, even though he promised not to. So you should feel lucky, you're the only guy I've slept with that my father hasn't killed. Congratulations."