Beginning hurt and Healed finish

I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters, all of that belongs to Kripke and The CW, and I make no money on any of it. This story is purely a work of fiction.

If you've read my other story, I'm using the information I put in that and applying it to this one.


Chapter One


Sam stared at Dean as he drove. He couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as Dean rubbed his hand along his protruding stomach. He thought Dean looked absolutely gorgeous with their child growing inside of him. Not that he didn't before, but somehow Dean looked whole now. He looked over at Sam and smirked. Dean reached over for Sam's hand placed it on his stomach. Sam was giddy as he felt their child move around.

"Only another month Sammy," Dean whispered as he squeezed Sam's hand.

"I know," he whispered in return. He still couldn't believe that they were going to be parents. "This is the last hunt for a while, right Dean?" Sam sounded desperate as he asked the last part.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yes, Sammy, this is the last hunt for a while."

Sam let out a relieved sigh. "Good."

Dean rolled his eyes again and pulled the Impala to a stop as they reached their destination. They had heard about a ghost killing people in suburbia and were looking into it.

"Come on Sammy. Into hell we go," Dean grumbled as he slowly hauled himself out of the Impala. Dean looked across the roof and saw Sam with a giant smirk sweeping his face. "Not a word." Dean glowered. Sam zipped his lips and threw away the key.

Sam and Dean walked side by side up the driveway to the door and knocked. They waited until a petite brunette answered the door. She looked to be around 25 and a little skiddish.

"Hello mam. We're from the F.B.I. I'm agent Tyler and this is agent Steven," Sam stated as he and Dean pulled out their fake badges.

"What is the F.B.I. doing here?" she asked. Sam thought she looked like she wanted to run away.

Dean answered her question with practiced ease. "We're here investigating the deaths of a few people around here and we were hoping you could help us."

She looked at them again before she stepped aside and motioned for them to come in.

"You can go through the hallway and to the back deck if you'd like. It's such a lovely day that it would be a shame to waste it." Sam and Dean didn't want to be rude, so they both nodded and went outside to the back deck to sit down.

Sam more or less plopped himself into a chair and watched as Dean slowly lowered himself into one. Dean gave a sigh of relief as he fully seated himself and relaxed into the chair. He rolled his head towards Sam and saw his concerned look.

"What?" he asked as he stroked his lower belly.

Sam shook his head. "Nothing. Just worrying way to much I guess. You should stop doing that, she's coming out." Dean gave Sam a confused look before he realized he was massaging his stomach. He gave a small cough to try and cover his embarassment as the woman came out with lemonade and water.

"Would you gentlemen like anything? I have water and lemonade."

"Water would be wonderful. Thank you." Sam smiled as she handed him the water.

"Same. Please." Dean nodded his thanks as she handed him his glass next.

She sat down gracefully and crossed her legs as she waited for Sam or Dean to begin to speak.

Sam placed his glass on his leg and broke the silence. "I'm sorry we have to bother you at such a difficult time, but we were wondering if you could tell us anything about the victims? Did any of them talk about any strange people they had met, or anything out of the ordinary?" Dean mentally glared at Sam. He always wondered how Sam could seem so sympathetic. He couldn't do it.

Tears weld up in her eyes and Dean mentally rolled his. "Well, Marsha did mention that a strange man had been wandering around the neighborhood. Said he looked a little suspicious. Said his skin looked almost grey and that his eyes were dead. She sounded really scared. I didn't think it was a big deal, but now she's dead!" She placed her head in her hands and began to sob.

Sam rubbed her shoulder trying to comfort her. "Thank you mam. That's all we needed." Sam stopped in mid motion as he heard Dean exclaim "OW!" and shake his hand in a back and forth motion. "Dean?"

Dean looked over at his brother as he rubbed his hand. "I'm alright. Just a spider bite," but he continued to rub his hand as they walked to the front door.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help, and about the spider bite. As far as I know, none of them around here are poisonus." She said as she stood in the doorway.

"It's alright. Thank you for your time," was Sam's distracted reply. He stared at Dean as they turned and walked to the car. He grew more worried as Dean handed him the keys to the Impala.

"De.."

"Don't Sammy. I'm just tired. That kind of thing does tend to happen more often than not right now." Dean almost growled at Sam as he gingerly slid into the passenger seat. Sam didn't want to upset Dean, so he got into the driver's seat and started up the Impala before backing up and pulling out of 'hell' as Dean put it.

A twisted grin crossed the woman's face as she watched the Impala drive away.

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