You and Dean are at a celebration party at your moms house. You're three months pregnant but nobody but you and Dean know, so you're trying to not draw suspicion to yourself.

Dean walks up behind you and wraps his arm around you as you're swaying your hips to the music, and he rests his hand on the very small baby bump protectively. He then leans down to your ear with furrowed brows.

"You shouldn't be standing so much, love. It could be bad for the baby."