A/N – I AM SO SORRY! I have been so busy with work and school for the last 5 months, as well as with some of my other stories, that I had completely forgotten about updating this little beauty. Don't forget to review!

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Takes place in between seasons 5 & 6

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Dean's P.O.V.

Sammy….. Sam is dead. He sacrificed himself to take down Lucifer, and managed to drag that feathery d-bag Michael down with him. He's a hero….. but he's dead.

Oh, god, how am I going to tell Hermione?

I pulled the Impala into Lisa's driveway. I was going to fulfill Sam's last wish for me, and try to lead a normal life.

Hermione had bought the house next to Lisa's, but all of the lights were off at the moment, so I decided to wait until morning to tell her. For now, I walked up to Lisa's door and knocked.

As soon as she opened the door, I picked her up in a hug. I just held her for a minute or two, and when I finally put her down, there were tears running down her cheeks.

"Dean…." She whispered.

Next morning

I had already filled Lisa in on what had happened, and she had left for work, so I drove Ben to school. I knew that Hermione would be there anyways, since that was her day job. She taught 5th grade English, and occasionally would come along with us on hunts. Apparetnly, the principal was fine with that, she had gotten rid of a poltergeist haunting his house for him, or something like that.

I dropped Ben off, then headed for the main office.

"Hi, um, 'scuse me." I said to the secretary nervously. "Yeah, I, um, I need to talk to the principal for a minute."

"Do you have an appointment?" she asked me snottily.

"No, but –" I was cut off by Mr. Shade, the principal, entering the office.

"Ah, hello, Mr. Winchester!" he said. We had met the last time we had come to grab Hermione for a job. "Miss Granger is already in her classroom, so you can't be here for a job…" he trailed off.

"Can we talk in private for a minute?" I asked him quietly. I didn't want any more people than necessary to know about this…

Once we were in his office, I took a breath. "Miss Granger will most likely be taking the next few weeks off." I said.

"Another job?" Mr. Shade asked curiously.

"No." I said, and he looked at me in confusion.

"Then I'm afraid that I can't –"

"Her fiancée is dead."

"And you know this how?" he asked.

"Because…. Her fiancée was my little brother." I said gruffly. "She doesn't know yet, I was just now on my way to tell her."

"Yes, of course. Go right ahead. Tell her to take all the time that she needs." The principal said, and I nodded my head in thanks before leaving for 'Mione's classroom.

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Hermione's P.O.V.

"Now then, there were three major types of mythologies: Egyptian, Greek, and Roman." I had started off my first class of the day. We were just beginning to study Mythology, and I had a feeling that Sam would be helping me with my lesson plans for the next few months. As I spoke, I began to write on the chalkboard, smiling softly when I noticed my engagement ring sparkling in the fluorescent lights.

"Greek and Roman mythologies are very similar, with the same gods, goddesses, and monsters, just under different names…" I said, trailing off when I heard a knock on my classroom door.

"Olivia, would you get that for me? Thank you!" I said, still writing on the chalkboard. As I finished on the board, I said, "Now this is a list of the names of the twelve major gods & goddesses in Greek and Roman myths. The most powerful of them all was – Dean?" I said, surprised when I turned around to see the elder Winchester boy standing in my doorway.

"Hiya, 'Mione." He said, forcing a smile. I immeadiately knew something was wrong. Normally Dean would call me Glinda, Sabrina, Prue – any fictional witch, basically.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him. "Where's Sam?"

"I need to talk to you for a second." He said, ignoring my questions. "Can we go out into the hall?"

I nodded nervously, then followed him out of the classroom.

"What's going on, Dean? Where's Sam?" I asked nervously.

Dean just stared at me for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face. "Sammy's dead, Hermione."

I stood there, frozen for a second, before I forced a laugh. "You're hilarious, Dean, you really are. Now where is he, I need to tell him something important." I had been waiting for ages for Sam to come home from Detroit so I could tell him my news.

That's when I saw the complete and utter misery in his eyes, and realized that he was telling the truth.

"No, he can't be…." I muttered, backing away from Dean. All capacity for rational thought had left me, and I slowly sank to the ground. "No…. Sam….. NO! SAM!" I wailed, tears streaming down my face. I dimly heard the sounds of doors being thrown open, of people running down the hall, but I didn't care at the moment.

I lay there in a heap, sobbing, until I felt a pair of strong arms pick me up, and smelled the familiar combination of soap, gas, and cordite that was Dean. Next thing I knew, I was in the passenger seat of the Impala, with Dean talking to me as I continued to sob uncontrollably.

"Died….. fell into the Cage…. Pulled down Michael with him…. Hero…"

By this point, we had reached my house, and I was curled up on my sofa in the fetal position, while Dean attempted to make tea. Emphasis on the word attempted.

"Are you feeling okay, 'Mione? I mean, I've never seen you cry at all before, even when that ghost nearly cut your head off… are you PMS-ing right now or something?" Dean asked me a couple of minutes later, handing me a mug of tea.

Without even bothering to wipe away my tears, I shook my head and managed to choke out, "No. Worse."

Dean sat there for a second before finally asking, "What could be worse than that?"

"I'm pregnant."