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Dean turned onto his side, reaching out for you as he nestled his head into his pillow. His eyes shot open as his arm smacked into the mattress. His gaze scanned your side of the bed, empty and cold. "Shit," he muttered as he lifted himself up and headed for the door in search of you. After searching the library and war rooms, Dean headed back down the hall to the kitchen. As he approached, he heard the refrigerator door slam. The hunter turned the corner to see you standing in front of the freezer, munching on an entire tub of ice cream. You smiled up at him as you slid another spoonful into your mouth, balancing the quart sized tub on your swollen belly. "What?" you asked, smiling up at your husband with a mouthful of mint chocolate chip. "I'm hungry." Dean shook his head as he approached you, smirking. "Hungry, or just indulging another craving?" He leaned against the counter beside you, wiping a spot of chocolate from the side of your mouth. "Both?" you chuckled. "Baby likes ice cream as much as Mommy does." You smiled at Dean as you took another bite. "Y/N, you are supposed to be in bed. If you wanted ice cream, you should have woken me up. I would have gotten you some." Dean placed a tender hand on your very large stomach, smiling as he felt a little bump against his hand. "You don't want to risk anything. Doctor's orders." You sighed, taking another bite. "He's keeping me up. He just won't stop kicking. Between that and my hunger, I'm going nuts." Dean wrapped his arm around you. "I'm as anxious to meet him as you are, but we still have three more weeks to go." Dean placed a sweet kiss on your shoulder. "So, how about you, me, and that quart of ice cream head back to bed and pass out to a movie? Your pick." You smiled and nodded, looking forward to torturing Dean with his fiftieth viewing of Titanic. "Near, far, wherever you are!" you sang as you let him lead you back to bed.
