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superunnatural6667 · 7 years

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The Apple Pie Life (pt.10)

(Dean, Reader) WARNING: just be prepared to be sad ... You've been in the car for hours. Dean hasn't said a word sense you left the cemetery. "Do you have any idea where we're going?" You asked. "As long as I'm with you sweetheart it doesn't matter." You smiled looking over at you. "Why didn't we just go back to Bobby's? Or the bunker?" "Because." "Because why?" Dean stayed quiet for a few seconds when he finally spoke up. "Sam made me promise to get out of the life... to start a new life with you..." "Oh... well I have a house..." Dean looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed. "You have a house?" "Yeah. My dad left it for me when he died. I just never brought myself to sell it." "I uh... I didn't know your dad was gone..." "He uh died when I was 17. I lived in that house by myself for a while but I moved out when I met... Ryan." You looked down at your hands fidgeting with your fingers. "We don't have to go if-" "Dean, please. If I'm gonna live in that house I'm gonna wanna live in it with you." Dean smiled and picked up your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckle. ____ After giving Dena directions to your house, you finally pulled into the driveway. "How do we get in?" Dean asked. You smiled at him and walked over to the giant tree that's stood in the front yard. You reached your hand into the whole in the tree, pulling out a tiny box. You walked over to Dean and handed it to him. "Welcome home." You said as he opens the box, reveling a key. As you walked through the front door you looked around. Nothing changed. It had a homey rustic feel to it. Nothin better. "It's beautiful." Dean said walking from the living room to the kitchen. "Thanks." You said walking over to the mantel, looking at pictures that were on it. You picked up a picture of you and your dad, tears threatening to spill. Dean noticed and brought you back to reality. "You know sweetheart we've been dating for close to a year, and I don't know much about your life before hunting." You put the picture back in the mantel and looked at Dean, smiling. "Well how about I make dinner, and I'll tell you my whole life." ____ "Can canned food go bad?" You asked turning towards Dean. "I'll eat it either way." You nodded and turned towards the stove, dumping corn in a pot. You were really kidding about cooking, there wasn't much in the house; which is why you also ordered pizza ahead of time. "What do you wanna know?" You asked Dean. "Start from the beginning." "Well, my mom died when I was born. Leaving just me and my dad, Y/D/N. he was a mechanic so I was always in the shop with him. When I was 14 this lady came into the shop, something obviously wrong with her car." You smiled as Dean chuckled. "She was flirting with my dad, my dad flirting back. They went on a few dates, few months later she moved in. Then a few more months later, she told him she was pregnant." You looked down at your hands, fidgeting your fingers. "My dad... my dad was excited. I helped him turn the guest bedroom into a nursery. I was excited. A month before the baby was born... she told my dad it wasn't his, and that she's been seeing someone else this whole time." A tear rolled down your cheek as you sniffled. Dean reached across the island and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. "Y/N you don't have to if you don't want to." He assured you. "I know." You nodded wiping away the tears. "But were together, and I just feel like I have to tell you." Dean nodded and squeezed your hand. "So my dad told me he'd never let s women into our life again. He said that the only person he needed in his life was me. He was my best friend. He was the one that always scared away the bad boyfriends." You laughed at that memory. "But he wasn't here for Ryan. Not when I needed him the most." "Well Bobby came in the nick of time. He's my father figure. My dad wasn't the greatest." Dean said rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You nodded, and wiped away the remainder of tears. "Let me show you the rest of the house." You led him upstairs to the bedrooms. You opened a door reviling your old room. Nothing special to it. Painted a very light blue, full sized bed. A bookshelf with a few things here and there. "Huh." Dean said looking around. "Very-" "Boring I know." You interrupted. "I was never never home, I was always working. I didn't have time to really do anything." Dean nodded and sat on the bed. "So are we sleeping in here?" "In my childhood bedroom? You dirty son of a bitch." You sarcastically said, straddling his lap. "Oh you know me sweetheart." He smirked, placing one hand on your neck, the other on your ass. "Well if that's how it's gonna be.." you leaned in pressing your lips to his, immediately allowing his tongue access into your mouth. Dean leaned back onto the bed, taking you with him. He broke the kiss looking up into your eyes. "Now, now Y/N. What would teenage you think?" "She'd say 'where has Dean Winchester been my whole life?'" You smiled, ordering your lips to his again. ____ You laid in bed with Dean, legs tangled together; your head on his chest, his arm wrapped around you. "Y/N?" "Hmm?" "How many...how many kids do you want?" You stop tracing circles on his chest, and stiffened. "Is have to say 3... why do you ask?" "Um, just-just wondering." You got outta bed and threw Deans shirt on, motioning him to follow you. He put his boxers on and followed you out the door. He stopped I front of a door across the hall "Was this your dads room?" Dean asked. You shook your head and opened up the door, reveling the nursery you helped your dad paint. It was a light green with jungle animals painted on the wall, sky blue ceiling with clouds. "This... this is amazing..." Dean gazed at the detail in the room. "I have came in here sense I finished it with my dad. He never came in here either." "Well lets put it to use." Dean blurted. "Dean-" "I'm serious Y/N." He walked towards you grabbing your hands. "I love you. So, so much. And I wanna take that next step with you." "The next step is marriage you goof." You laughed. "We don't need rings to show each other how much we love one another." "We can't bring a child into the life we live. It's to dangerous Dean." "Were not in that life anymore sweetheart." "But we have to get S-" "He told me not to. He told me to start s life with you. The Apple Pie Life." "What the heck." You squeaked as you jumped onto Dean, wrapping you legs around his waist, slamming your lips against his. "Round two." Dean joked. ____ 2 MONTHS LATER You woke up again, feeling sick as hell. You didn't bother mentioning it to Dean. He was always gone to work in the morning when you got sick. Why worry him. You walked downstairs starting a pot of coffee. You looked at the counter seeing s sticky note on it. 'Getting outta work early. :)' -D You smiled at the note, turning towards the fridge. You happened to glance at the calendar when your eyes widened. "I'm six days late." You muttered to yourself, running towards the door. You grabbed your keys off the hook and headed for your car. You drove to the nearest pharmacy, heading to the back to grab what you needed. You grabbed three pregnancy test. Quickly paying, then heading on home. You stood in the bathroom, shocked at what you were looking at. All three tests had a positive. "I'm pregnant." You said to yourself looking in the mirror. "Y/N?!" You heard Dean yell as he closed the front door. You opened the bathroom door and ran down the hall "Dean!" You yelled jumping into his arms. "Woah where the-" he stopped as you slammed your lips against his, pouring all emotion into it. "What's up with you?" He asked. "I'm pregnant." You blurted. He stared at you wide eyed, his mouth hanging half open. "Dean say something!" "I'm- I'm gonna be a dad..." He slowly said. Your smile fades some. "Your... you're happy aren't you...?" "Sweetheart I've never been more excited in my life." Dean ran to the kitchen, you still wrapped around him. He put you on the counter and turned towards the fridge. "We gotta celebrate!" He howled. "Babe I obviously can't drink." "I know." He said as he pulled out Apple juice. "Your too much." You laughed. "Good luck getting rid of me." He smiled ____ 12 WEEKS LATER "Your doctor said not to give into cravings Y/N." Dean said looking over his shoulder. "Well I say I can do what I want." You giggled, raising your half eaten pickle in the air. "Well I say you should listen to her." He said placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth. "Aww. You'll kiss me when I have mayo and pickle breath." "You know it. Now let's get to bed, it's pretty late." "It's only 9:00!" "Late enough." ____ You woke up to a pain in your stomach. It felt as if someone just stabbed you... over and over. "Ah. Oh shit." You quietly said trying not to wake Dean. You felt a warm wetness underneath you. You put your hand near your thigh, taking your hand from under the covers; making out a dark liquid on your hand. "Ow, ow ow. Oh fuck." You yelped putting your hand on your stomach. "Dean." You said hitting his arm. "Dena please wake up." You whined. "Hmm? What's wrong?" He mumbled. "Ah! Dean something's wrong." You cried. Dean looked at you holding your stomach, he jumped out of bed, picking you up and running down the stairs. He grabbed the car keys and headed towards Baby. He put you on the passenger side, running over to the driver side; peeling out of the driveway. You looked over at Dean, blood on his white shirt. "Dean your shirt." You whined. He looked down at his shirt and then at you, grabbing your hand. He kissed your knuckles. "It's gonna be ok sweetheart." ... 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