Just Your Average One Night Stand ***COMPLETED & UNDER MAJOR EDITING***

Chapter 12

Recap:

"Who's the dad?" A voice demanded. I felt a wave of nervousness.

"Well...hello to you too, Damon."

"I'm not gonna ask again Rye," He said ignoring my sarcastic comment.

"A person, cause I can't have sex with myself," I smiled not stopping the sarcasm.

"Rye," He growled.

"Okay, okay... Some guy I saved from kicking another customer's ass," I huffed giving up on the argument.

"What's his name?" he cocked his eyebrow at me. I started to squirm under his gaze.

"His name is-" I was cut off again, this time by the culprit himself.

"Hey gu-Ryan???"

" Hey...ummm... Dean?" I waved awkwardly.

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Chapter 12

"Hey....ummm...Dean?" I waved awkwardly. His eyes rake across my body, stopping at my stomach.

"Dean? How do you know Ryan?" Ethan asks putting his chin on my shoulder.

"Yeah, how?" Damon says irritatedly.

He said 'at her club' the same time I said 'on a run'.

"Dean, how did you meet Ryan? And Ryan keep your mouth shut," Damon says casting a glance in my direction. I bit the inside of my cheeks and shook my head at Dean.

"I met Ryan at her club, a couple months back..." Dean said trailing lfd.

"I asked how, not when," he rolled his eyes.

"I was mad at something a I started a fight with some drunk guy who wanted to 'loosen her up,'" He shrugged.

"What-"

"Did you happened to sleep with her?" Ethan asked cutting Damon off. He stepped in front of me, fist clenched. I groaned mentally slapping myself. Wesley gave me the 'are you kidding me' look.

Dean glanced at me hesitantly, "Yes."

Uh-oh.....

Dean was punched in the jaw by Ethan, Damon locked eyes with me disbelief written like a wedding chapel sign in Los Vegas.

"Ethan, stop," I cried out grabbing his arm.

I tried to pull him back, but he pushed my hands away. He look at me, hurt, and stormed out the house. Damon looked like he really wanted to punch Dean, but instead he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. Wesley poked his side and Damon punched him in the stomach.

"Ow," Wesley groaned, narrowing his eyes.

"I had to hit something," Damon shrugged.

Dean rubbed his jaw, staring at me with curious eyes. "So, you're pregnant?"

I nodded, wishing I was somewhere else. 'S.O.S' I thought to Sam.

'I'm on it,' She replied.

"So, what are you? Married? Mated?"

"Nooo, no no no," I laughed awkwardly.

"Who's the dad?" Dean asked with a set jaw.

Damon opened his mouth as my guardian angel skipped in. "Hey hun..."

"Hey, thank you," I smiled thankfully at her as she handed me a Gatorade and an apple.

"Oiy," She gasped. "I remember you, you're the fight starter... Ohh," She says her eyes widened, her glaze flicked to me before looking back at him.