Jo + Dean = Elizabeth

Chapter Seven

"Yes, I'm pregnant," I told her.

She smiled then. Big.

"Oh my goodness," she said. "Who's the father."

"Dean."

"Dean Winchester?"

"Yes," I groaned.

"Does he know?"

"No," I groaned again.

"What?!" She practically screeched.

Again, I groaned.

"WILL YOU STOP GROANING?!"

In response, I groaned.

She gave me a dirty look. "Stop. And at least tell me that your mother knows."

"My mother knows." I told her.

"Are you just telling me that because I told you to?" She asked, one eyebrow lifted.

"Yes."

She groaned in frustration.

"Stop groaning," I mimicked her.

"I swear, you are the most annoying, aggravating, stubborn person I have ever met."

"Okay, 1- awww thank you, and 2 have you met my mother?"

"Yes, and I see where you get it from."

"Pretty much."

"Why didn't you tell either one of them?"

"I don't know," I shrugged.

"You don't know? YOU DON'T KNOW? That is a pathetic answer."

"I know."

"Then why haven't you told her?"

"I don't know."

"Of course you don't," she mumbled. "Well, go unpack your stuff and then we'll continue this discussion later. I have things to do."

"Okay. And thank you."

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled as she walked off.

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After I unpacked I went in search for Kaitlin. It didn't take me long to find her; she was in her study, which is where she spends, like, 99.9% of her time. The other .1% is spent mostly in the kitchen.

"Hey," I said as I stood in the doorway.

"Hey," she said, barely looking up from her computer.

She finished whatever she was doing and looked at me. "So, when are you going to tell Dean."

"Well, today's Friday, so uh never."

"Come on Jo, you've got to tell him sometime."

"I ain't got to do anything."

She rolled her eyes at me. "So what are you planning to do?"

"Honestly, I haven't gotten too far."

"Well, what do you have?"

"Well I was kind of planning on not telling anyone besides you."

"What do want to do with the baby?"

"I want to keep it, but I don't know how I'll manage to do that."

I could see her thinking. "Well, I could raise it."

"Are you sure you'd want to do that?"

She shrugged. "If that's what you want."

"I mean, I want the baby but I don't want he/she to be raised up in this," I say, waving my hand around. "But I want to keep doing what I do."

"Well I don't really do much except for run a few errands for Madison, and when I do that I can just have Bobby watch the baby."

"Okay," was all I could think to say.

Question Time

When was Sam and Dean's mom killed? (Day, month, and year)