Fallen For You

Chapter 1

"So, what are we looking at here?" I asked Sam and Dean, breathlessly. It was my first case since finding out I was pregnant. It was Sam's, but if Dean found out he would quit the case and stop working with us. Sam and I both knew we wouldn't survive this without Dean. I was definitely not strong enough and let's face it. Sam gets beaten up by every monster, ghost, or demon we hunt and Dean has to come to the rescue. We had to keep this a secret to keep Dean on our side.

"It's just our average ghost story. I've got a name. Now let's burn the bones." Dean said, walking away. He always knew when I had questions and he always walked away from them. I followed him to his 1967 Chevy Impala, his prized possession. He paid more attention to that car than he ever had me.

"Ashley, you sit in the back." Dean demanded, admiring his steering wheel as he climbed in. I rolled my eyes.

"Sure, Dean." I said, sighing as I climbed into the back seat. Sam followed after me, climbing in on the other side. Dean turned back to face us. "Sammy. Why aren't you sitting up here?" "Well...um.." Sam started, scratching the back of his neck for an answer.

"I wasn't feeling well. He sat back here because I asked him to." I finished for Sam. I really wasn't feeling well. It was probably just morning sickness. That didn't mean I needed him to sit beside me. I wanted him to.

Dean shifted his glance from me to Sam then back to me. "Okay..." He turned back around and started the car.

On the way, Sam leaned over to me and began to whisper in my ear. "Are you okay?" He asked, cautiously watching Dean. "Yes..I'm fine. I just don't like lying to Dean like this. What will we do when I start showing?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the window. "Just tell him you're gaining weight!" He chuckled to himself but my expression remained serious.

"That's not funny. What are we going to do? You know the trashy places he eats at. That's not healthy for this baby!" Sam bit his lip, trying to come up with a plan. "Well, do you want to tell him? Maybe he will understand?" I turned my head, now facing him.

"We cannot be talking about the same Dean. He will be furious, Sam! There is no way we can tell him." "But he will be even more furious when he finds out we've been lying to him for nine months."

I looked down at my feet. I felt even nore uneasy thinking about the rampage Dean would go on after that. "Okay. We will tell him when we get back to the hotel. We just have to finish this case." "Okay. Sounds good to me." He snuck a kiss before sliding back over to his side.

"Alright. Let's torch this mother, huh?" Dean said, stepping out of the Impala and slamming the door. I opened the trunk and grabbed the can of salt. Sam snuck up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist as soon as we were out of Dean's peripheral vision.

"Maybe we should call Garth first. He is really good at keeping peace, you know." "Yeah. I know. We can call him at the hotel." I said, carefully peeling his arms from my waist.

We met up with Dean, who handed Sam the shovel quickly. "Here. Take over, little brother. I've done most of it." He wiped sweat and dirt from his forehead with his arm before taking a swig from Bobby's flask.

"Man. Why do they have to bury people six feet under?" He said, taking his lighter from his pocket. I knew he was joking, but I had such quick logic that I had to answer.

"Well, I believe the orignial idea was that people were afraid of a zombie uprising. Now, it's just so they are difficult to vandalize. Which...you already figured...out.." Dean was staring at me harshly when my gaze met his. "Yeah. Thanks, Ashley." He always knew how to make me feel like a Know-It-All.

Sam finished digging and threw the shovel on the ground. "I thought that was very interesting, Sweetheart." He said, kissing my forehead, gently. I smiled softly.

"Ashley, if you could hand me the salt; today would be nice." I shook my head, swiftly. "Oh. Sorry." I headed for Dean but I was knocked off my feet and flung into a large oak tree.

"Ash!!" I heard Sam scream. The world in front of me was fuzzy and I smelt blood, lots of it. I must have hit my head on the impact. My last sight.was the ghost we had been hunting, inches from my face. Her eyes were sunken into her head and her hair was caked with dirt. Just as she reached for my throat, I blacked out.

Hello to whoever is reading this!! I hope it's not too horrible. It's my first fanfiction! Don't worry. I have more. ((: I have a whole book full of this story. So there is more to come and I will hopefully write more tomorrow.
I hope you stick with me for the rest of it. But if you don't, thanks for reading the first chapter anyways!!
Well, I'm going to get some sleep.
Sleep tight, fellow Destiel worshippers. ((: