Supernatural 12x13 “Family Feud” Sneak Peek - Sam and Dean investigate a murder at a museum and learn a ghost from a merchant ship that sank in 1723 may be at the heart of the mystery. They also realize the ship is the same one that Crowley’s son Gavin should have been aboard, so they enlist help from Rowena to track Gavin down. Meanwhile, Kelly Kline, still pregnant with Lucifer’s child, takes refuge with a demon after an angel tries to kill her.
Misha looked down at you, it was taking everything in his power to remain calm; but you could also tell that he was willing to let you talk to Andrew if you really felt the need to.
“Fine, but Misha stays. And we’re talking outside.” you told him.
You looked back to see your mom and sister watching you with curious faces. You weren’t sure where Derek was, he was around here somewhere, but he wouldn’t be happy with this situation anyway.
“Be right back.” you told them as you and Misha stepped outside and made your way out to the end of the driveway. It was nearly ten at night, so the end of your driveway was mostly dark. There wasn’t many street lights out in the country.
“I was already pregnant when I slept with you Andrew.” you told him right off the bat. You didn’t want this conversation to last any longer than it had to.
Misha’s hand gripped onto your shirt where he had his arm around your waist. You put your hand over his to try and calm him as you leaned on the back of your rental car.
“That’s not what this is about.” Andrew told you, trying to avoid looking at Misha.
“Then what?” Misha spat out. You put your arm around his waist as well, you really wanted to try and avoid a repeat of the last time they met.
You watched Andrew with furrowed brows as he tried to gather his words.
A/N: I swear it has a happy ending!!! Also, these last few chapters are a bit shorter, but it’s okay! Also, there’s only TWO PARTS LEFT to this series, so if you’re on the Co Workers tag list and you’d like to be moved to a different tag list, let me know!
You blushed again as you opened your mouth to answer him before hanging up, but as you were turning, you looked to your left just in time to see a pickup truck smashing into the driver’s side door.
The car was still running and you could hear people yelling as you faded in and out. You fought to open your eyes and look down at your stomach, which you were holding onto with bloodied hands. You faded out for a second before trying to look and see if Misha was still on the phone, but your vision was too blurry. Your head was pounding as you fought to open your mouth and say something, only to lose consciousness.
“Y/N?” Misha yelled into the phone, “Y/N? Are you there? What happened?!”
Misha had heard the crash followed by you screaming and was now in full panic mode. He didn’t want to believe it, but when you didn’t answer him he knew it was bad.