The sounds of a baby crying reached Bela's ears slowly, as though underwater. Turning her head on her pillow, she mumbled, "Dean, the baby's up."

"Hmm?" Dean rolled onto his side, lifting an eyelid to reveal a glimmering green eye.

Bela groaned into her pillow. Her muscles ached with exhaustion, but the sounds were getting distinctly louder. With an effort, Bela sat up, dislodging her cat from her chest.

For a second, she sat there, bewildered, trying to orient herself. Then she realized that her cat, now curled up on the radiator, was purring.

Not a baby.

Because, as any fool would know, she thought, her breath hitching, a baby was the farthest thing from their relationship possible.

No baby.

And Bela didn't want a baby. God, why would she want a baby? And with Dean Winchester, no less?

But then, why did her heart ache so much? Why were her hands, fisted in the sheets, trembling? Why did her eyes sting with tears?

No baby.

"Bela?"

She looked into Dean's sleepy green eyes and blinked away a tear. "Go back to sleep. It was nothing."

No baby.

A/N: Hello, everyone! I know it's been ages since the last time I updated but I hope this to be the first installment is a collection of drabbles. Since I have lots of inspiration and zero time to write, making a collection of drabbles seemed like the best option. This is dedicated to the lovely Charmita, for always being wonderful and encouraging. I hope everyone liked this and whether you did or didn't, please leave a review telling me why or not.

Thanks very much.