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Happy birthday Dean Winchester! Here's a quick one-shot I whipped up to celebrate.

This also fulfils the 'Plus Size' square of my @spnaubingo 2023 bingo card, even though it's 2024... I'm late, I know, but I still want to do some more of it!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus sized!reader

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Couple of crap comments from a random, some not-great self-esteem and a drunk character, but nothing particularly bad.

Synopsis: A man you're interviewing makes some crap comments about your body, and Dean doesn't help. Can he make it up to you?

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“Which one’s the father?” The sleazy guy joked. My stomach dropped.

“Excuse me?!”

“Oh, it’s alright love, I know the real father’s probably suffering somewhere alone while you’re off gallivanting with your workmates. I’m surprised he lets you out, really.”

The urge to punch the witness we were interviewing was overwhelming. Rather than ruin the case, I turned on my heel and marched out.

Fuck that guy. I’m not pregnant and I’m not screwing either of the Winchesters.

I heard Dean’s FBI agent tone of voice as he started speaking behind me. Great to see they were all just moving on with their lives, I thought sarcastically.

---

📱 Where are you? We’re going to the next witness’s house

A text came in from Dean. I read it but didn’t reply.

📱 You ok?

I sighed. Finally, he asks.

📱 Fine. I’ll catch up with you later

I replied. He sent me a thumbs up, I rolled my eyes.

I kicked at the ground and started the walk back into town. Sam and Dean would probably try and make me feel better, but I knew that wasn’t happening. I looked down at my soft, flabby belly that I’d tried multiple times to lose.

I walked.

---

I felt a bit absurd, getting tipsy this early. It wasn’t that I felt like I had to drink to get over the comment. It was just  that I’d gotten back to the motel room and was feeling a bit morose, and there was nothing to do. I’d tapped out of the case and I was bored. I went for another wander and this stupid town had nothing in it but a pub, and so somehow I’d ended up here, starting drinking a lot earlier than normal.

And now I looked like I was drinking my feelings, when I wasn’t.

 Not that there was anyone looking at me anyway.

Well, except in disgust. Who knew how many more people in here thought I was pregnant too. Probably thought I was harming an unborn baby, right now.

Fuck them.

---

“You know there’s still a monster on the loose?” Dean said gruffly, a frown on his face. I guess it’d been easy to find me given how few things there were in this town.

“You struggling without me?” I didn’t think I was slurring too much, but his expression did not improve when I started talking.

“How you going to fight one off like this?” he gestured to me.

“You think a few drinks are why I’m fat?” I said sarcastically.

“I’m not calling you fat, I’m calling you drunk.”

“Right,” I said with an eyeroll.

“Come on, get in the car,” he said, trying to tug my arm.

“Fuck off Dean! I can drink if I want to. There’s nothing else to do in this shithole, anyway.”

He dropped my arm and stomped off to the bar.

I turned back to my drink. Sam came and sat opposite me. You can’t escape the bloody Winchesters.

“Hey, you ok?” he asked with his puppy dog eyes.

“I’m fine. I had a free afternoon, I came to get a drink. Is that fucking crime now?”

“I meant about what happened with the guy. You seemed pretty upset.”

“Surprised you could see that, you were both so busy being silent.”

“Didn’t you hear Dean?”

“How could I hear Dean when he wasn’t saying anything?”

“No, he laid right into the guy.”

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better. I heard Dean get right back into his FBI voice as I walked off.”

“Yeah, he was still in character at first, told the guy that he needed to speak respectfully to Agents. And then when the guy was still a douche he got a bit more Dean and threatened to punch his lights out if he didn’t shut up about you.”

I laughed into my drink. I was sure Sam was embellishing, there was just no way Dean would care that much about someone being mean to me.

Speak of the devil, Dean appeared again, tumbler of whiskey in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He put the water in front of me.

“Thanks, but I don’t accept drinks from strangers,” I said sarcastically.

“I’m not having you hung over tomorrow and being a liability to the case, drink the water.”

“I don’t remember electing you.”

“Jesus, you’re even more belligerent when drunk. Just drink the water and stop moping.”

“I’m not moping!”

“The guy was an asshole, no one thinks you look pregnant. But you can’t just drink yourself blotto and get yourself killed every time someone says something mean to you.”

I stood up, grabbed the glass of water and upended it all over Dean’s face. Then I marched out the door.

The effect was a little ruined by my drunken stagger, though.

---

Sam caught my arm as I got outside. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

“I walked myself here, I can walk myself home!”

“I’m pretty sure you were walking in a straight line when you got here though. Come on.”

I let him tug me to the Impala. He must’ve grabbed the keys off Dean before chasing after me.

“He’s just worried about you,” he said gently as we were exiting the carpark. “Doesn’t want you getting hurt.”

“That does not give him a free pass to behave like that.”

---

Dean stood over me, a glass of water and a couple of painkillers in his hands. “Morning, sunshine. Need some relief?”

I gratefully reached out. Man, I did not normally drink that much.

“What time is it?”

 “Time to work the case.”

I groaned, “Can’t you do it without me?”

“No, come on, back on the horse.”

“It’s not the horse that’s the problem, it’s the dog that bit me.”

“I did tell you to drink water,” he said smugly.

“Fuck off!” I threw my pillow at him. He easily deflected but wisely left me alone after that.

I groaned and got off the couch I’d been sleeping on, slumping to the bathroom. The boys were sitting around the tiny table, already dressed and looking at their laptops.

Sam was gone when I came out, freshly showered, dressed and feeling slightly more human. I looked at Dean with a clear question on my face.

“He’s gone for coffee, thought you could use some.”

“Thanks.”

“I, uh,” Dean continued, more hesitantly, “I owe you an apology.”

I crossed my arms across my chest. An apology from Dean was a rare thing, but I was wary it was going to end up being a backhanded insult instead. I often felt like I needed to protect my heart from being hurt by him.

“I was worried about you getting hurt when I saw you were drunk. But I just tried to solve the problem, I didn’t actually talk to you, and I,” he paused, biting his lip, “I shouldn’t do that.”

“Nice to see I’m just a problem,” I replied sarcastically. I wasn’t sure why he was riling me so much, but I still felt so hurt and angry.

He stood up and came over to me. “You’re not a problem,” he said quietly, trying to look into my eyes. I ducked my head away from the intensity of his look. “And I am sorry that asshat upset you.”

“I didn’t get drunk just because some guy called me pregnant, you know.” I could hear how defensive I sounded, despite my best efforts not to.

“It’s a shitty thing he did anyway. You’re beautiful.”

I laughed mirthlessly.

“Don’t do that,” he said quietly. “Don’t put yourself down all the time.”

“Dean, your idea of beautiful is tall, thin, busty and great hair.”

“That’s not true.”

“Well, they’re all thin at least.”

“Who are ‘they’?”

“The women you sleep with, the women you hit on.”

“I can think of many women I’ve hit on who aren’t ‘thin’, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“Suuuure,” I said with an eye roll.

“But I haven’t hit on many women lately, been distracted by one in particular.”

“Let me guess, beautiful?”

“Absolutely.”

“My point exactly. It’s ok Dean, you don’t have to ma-” Dean’s fingers found my chin, nudging it up so I would like at him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “I’m sorry I haven’t made you feel it.”

I stared at him, mouth agape. Absolutely stunned into silence.

“And I’m sorry again that I was a bit of a dick yesterday.”

His face came even closer, watching my reactions.

“You’re my weak spot,” he whispered.

“No, I’m not.” I put my hands on his chest, “Dean, this isn’t funny, don’t tease me.”

He dropped his hand from my chin, looking hesitant. “Sweetheart, I’m putting my heart on the line here, I’m not teasing.”

My hands slackened.

He edged a tiny bit forward.

His tongue darted out and back in. I couldn’t stop staring at his lips.

Was this even real?

How was this happening?

His hand came up to cup my cheek.

I leant forward.

The world suddenly sped up again. Dean moved in, closing the gap between us and bringing his lips to mine. I lost myself in the tenderness of his touch, the softness of his lips, the  exploration of his tongue and mine.

A sudden noise made us pull apart. Sam was standing in the doorway, cardboard holder with coffees in one hand and the other on his hip.

“I’m happy for you guys and all, but we still have a case to work. You can pick this up later.”

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[lila-lou]

✨Hot water bottle✨

Summary: You're pregnant and Dean feels like he's letting you down.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Cas x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1147

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

You tiredly pushed your hair out of your face before carefully pulling the blanket off your body and slowly getting out of bed. Your back cracked dully as you stood upright in the room. Your hand went straight to your lower back as a muffled moan escaped you. Your whole body ached and it was almost unbearable, even though you were only seven months pregnant. You still had two months to go and every single one of your muscles was already giving out.

Your eyes wandered to your phone on the nightstand. It was only 3am and the fourth time you had woken up with baby Dean practicing hunting with your bladder. You somehow sluggishly dragged yourself to the bathroom. A few minutes passed before you finally found the strength to get up from the toilet. After washing your hands, you actually wanted to go back to bed, but Castiel, who was sitting at the kitchen table, researching a new case, caught your attention.

“This is the fourth time in 3 hours (y/n). Are you sure you don’t have a bladder infection?”, Cas asked bluntly. He didn't even have to turn around to know you were awake. To get to Dean's room you had to pass through the kitchen, so you paid him a quick visit to answer him.

“Cas, I’m pregnant”, you murmur, looking over his shoulder. “You’re in pain. I can feel that. I can help you”, he replied without taking his eyes off the large book in front of him.

“That's really nice of you, but less than two hours later my back would definitely kill me again. I guess that’s normal”, you sighed before sinking onto the bench next to him. Seconds later, Cas placed a hand on your lower back, still not looking at you. Since your shirt rode up when you sat down, he was able to make direct skin-to-skin contact without much effort. Just as you were about to ask what the hell he was doing, you felt a pleasant warmth radiate from your back throughout your entire body. “Ugh… better than any hot water bottle”, you moaned quietly. "Thanks, Cas".

He didn't answer, but kept his hand in place for a while. Minutes passed before you heard someone enter the kitchen.

"What's going on here?", Dean asked, standing in the doorway with heavy eyes only half open. “Cas! What the hell are you doing?!". His tone was a mix of confusion and tiredness. However, you were also pretty sure you heard an undertone of annoyance. Ever since you were pregnant, Dean had been even more anxious than ever to protect you. He knew that Cas would never do anything that could hurt you, quite the opposite. Cas was the first to find out that you were pregnant. Even before yourself. Since then, he has done everything he can, to support you. Still, Dean couldn't suppress his jealousy well. It wasn't that he doubted your or Cas' feelings or intentions, but rather that he felt unnecessary. Cas could do so much better at many things with his powers and help faster than Dean that he was just afraid of disappointing you.

“(y/n) has a back pain”, Cas finally looked up from his book. “His hand is like a heater”, you added, smiling softly at your boyfriend. Dean inhaled sharply and rubbed his face before walking towards you. “Why didn’t you wake me up? I could have just made you a hot water bottle”, he gently ran his large hand through your hair. His expression was now more concerned than angry. Dean didn’t like how the pregnancy was affecting you at all. You struggled with morning sickness for much longer than most women. Your back pain started much earlier and was much more intense. Not to mention your constant tiredness. And that wasn't even half of your complaints. "I didn´t want to wake you up. You came home so late from hunting”, you admitted, leaning against his stomach. “You can always wake me up baby”, he kissed the top of your head, causing Cas to pull his hand away.

“Come back to bed”, Dean murmured into your hair, gently pulling you to your feet by your hand. As you yawned and rubbed your eyes tiredly, he picked you up without further ado and went back to his room with you in his arms. “Knowing you, you´ll trip and break a leg”, he said amused as you looked at him, surprised that he was carrying you.

“You’re the best”, you whispered against his chest, a slight grin on your lips. Dean looked down at you briefly, pulling in his bottom lip thoughtfully.

"What is wrong?", you traced the contours of his bare chest. He didn't answer, just shook his head slightly. “Dean”, you admonished him, sliding your hand to his neck.

"I hate not being able to help you like Cas", he grumbled, lightly pushing open the door to his room with his foot. "I knocked you up but Cas is taking better care of you than I ever will".

While your eyes were on Dean's face, he purposely looked away. Despite the fact that you had been together for so many months, it was still incredibly difficult for Dean to be vulnerable with you. As he gently laid you down on the bed, you grabbed his hand and made him look at you. “That’s not true Dean”, you whispered, pulling him closer again. “You take great care of me. I don't miss anything and you´re already the best dad I could wish for our Baby. Yes, Cas is helping me and I'm really grateful to him, but he'll never be able to replace you".

You hadn't finished your statement when Dean took his hand away from you and raised both arms slightly in desperation. “No matter what I do, he does it better. Let's just take your back pain. My stupid hot water bottle can't keep up with his magical heater hands".

As Dean whirled around for a few more minutes, you couldn't help but smile slightly. At some point, however, you had to stop his little outburst. “Could it be that your ego is a little bruised?”. You raised an eyebrow.

Dean narrowed his eyes slightly. "Of course it fucking is!". He admitted without thinking too much about it. He sank on the bed next to you, feeling a little depressed. “I want to be a good dad, but I want to be a damn good Boyfriend even more”, he murmured.

A soft smile crept on your lips as you pulled his face towards you with both hands. “You already are. I promise”, you gave him a quick kiss. “And there’s one thing in particular that you’re much better at than everyone else”.

Your smile turned into a smirk.

Dean raised an eyebrow. “And that would be?”, he asked challengingly.

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[nikkisheep]

Kill Me Slowly

Dean Winchester x pregnant!wife!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, happy beginning, pregnant reader, death

Summary: You find out that Dean died and you don’t know how to react.

Words: 2,075

To be honest, I cried writing this and I will say, this is probably my saddest piece.

You danced around the bunker as Dean’s music blasted from the speakers. You were cleaning the library when you got bored and put on music so time would go by quicker. You sing loudly with the music as you dust the shelves, the books, the tables, the corners, everything you could think of. Getting finished with the library, you move on to the kitchen. You decide to make a pie and some burgers for the boys when they get back. You were nervous about them being gone without Castiel since his death but you trusted that they would be okay.

Mixing the pie crusts, you realized that I didn't have apples for the pie so you decided to run down to the supermarket to get some. I borrow the truck from the garage and drive to the store. There an older woman needed help with selecting apples.

“Ma’am, could you grab that apple for me?” She asked kindly.

“Of course, I actually need some myself.”

You help gather the apples for her and she turns to you to thank you.

“You know, my husband really likes apples and today would have been his 90th birthday,” she says sadly.

“I am so sorry for your loss. I actually am making a pie for my husband when he gets home from work,” You smile softly at her and she looks down to my belly.

“Oh, congrats. Is it a boy or a girl?” She gushes.

“We aren’t sure just yet but Dean, my husband, hopes it’s a girl. He says that he always wanted a daughter but I hope it’s a boy so he could be just like his father,” You smile as you look down at the growing baby bump that you had been trying to cover.

- - - - 

You come home to the bunker and go to the kitchen. Dean and Sam weren’t home just yet so you had a little bit more time before they were to walk through the door. You cut the apples and your belly growls so you get the peanut butter from the cabinet and dipped a few apple slices in to eat. You put on some music and danced along as you baked the pie and cooked the burgers. 

Your hands rubbed the seasoning deep into the meat as you heated the grill. You threw in some fries to be made fresh and you pulled the apple pie from the oven and smiled as the smell washed over you and the bunker. Once everything was ready, you jumped in the shower.

Thoughts of seeing Dean after so long flooded your mind and you smiled as you imagined the feeling of his skin against yours once more. You open his body wash and shampoo to use them. Dean always liked it when you smelt like him. It let him know that you were his. You run your hands up and down your body as you wash yourself and you relax into the hot water as your daydream of Dean continues. 

Getting dressed into a cute sundress, Dean picked it up when he was on a hunt about a month ago and thought it would be beautiful on you, and you headed to the kitchen and started making plates because you heard the Impala pull up into the garage. 

- - - -

Placing Dean’s pie on the table, you hear the door to the bunker open and footsteps begin to fall down the stairs. You gather up Dean’s plate to bring it to the table and you have a big smile on your face as you start walking to the table once again.

“Dean, I made your favorite. I figured that you would want a nice, hot apple pie for when you get ho-” You get interrupted when you round the corner when you only see Sam and his face is all red, with dark circles around his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot. You stand there and then look around him for your dear husband.

“Oh Sam, you look horrible,” You sigh. “Where is Dean? Surely, he wouldn’t still be in the garage pulling out all the bags instead of greeting his wife?” 

You laughed softly, nervous.

“Dean isn’t here.” Is all he said.

He stumbled down the step to the dining room and sat at the table with his head in his hands. You were confused. If Dean wasn’t here, where was he?’’

“Where is Dean?”

Silence.

“Sam, where is Dean?” You demand an answer and this time when Sam looked up at you, you could just read his expression. Tears in his eyes, sobs being held back with all of his might. 

“No,” You say quietly. “No, no, no!”

The glass plate in your hand fell to the ground and shattered. Dean’s bacon cheeseburger that you made landed on the ground and fell apart. Your body started to quake as tears filled your eyesight. Your knees got weak and you let out an earth-shattering sob fall from your mouth. You felt a pain in your chest that felt like it was squeezing your lungs until they could barely constrict any further. Breathing began to become painful as your tears fell more frequently. You start to hyperventilate as your knees give out and Sam has to race to catch you before you land onto the broken glass that laid on the floor. Your hand got cut on the glass and you could barely even feel it. Your sobs turned violent as you begged for Dean to be there with you. 

“Dean! No, no, this isn’t true. Dean!” You start to shout, hoping, praying that he would walk right through the bunker door with a smile on his face with his green eyes shining.

“Shhh,” Sam said as he smoothed your hair, his arms cradling you as you grew to be weaker from crying.

Your body shook as you let out the painful wails that were buried deep inside your soul. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t hear. You couldn’t see. You couldn’t do anything but feel the pain that was tearing your heart and soul into pieces that would never be repaired. 

- - - -

The walk to your shared room with Dean felt like it was ten miles long. Your face hurts from crying, sobbing over the loss of your husband. You laid in bed, your hand was bandaged by Sam after he basically had to pin you to the ground to fix it for you, thinking about everything that had happened. 

Four Days Ago

You held out your hand for Dean to take it as you climbed in bed. You kissed his pink lips softly as his hand rubbed over your growing belly. He was being careful about everything around you since you told him the news.

“What do you hope it to be?” You asked as you played with his freshly washed hair as he laid his head on your stomach, hoping to feel the baby.

“I already know that it’s going to be a girl because she is just like her mama,” He said with a smile.

“You know it’s a girl?”

“Don’t call her an “it”.” You laughed lightly.

“Okay, why do you hope she’s a girl?’’

“Because, I have always pictured our first baby to be a girl and then when we have a second one, it would be a boy so she can be a big sister and beat up the boys who try to mess with our little boy,” He said with a very bright smile. You smiled at him and pulled him in for a kiss.

- - - -

Day One: Removing

You start to bring in boxes from the truck and head straight to your room. You walk in and start to gather Dean’s belongings up. You grab all of his shirts and throw them into the box. You grab his blanket and fold it up to put it in the box as well. You gather up his PJ’s, his pillows, his jeans, his Jelly Beans that you told him that they belonged in the kitchen instead of the room. You open the top drawer and find his underwear and you throw them in the box as well. You tear the room apart, removing anything Dean from the room. You didn’t want to be reminded of the fact that Dean wasn’t here anymore.

- - - - 

Day Six: Remembering

You stare at the boxes that sit on the other side of the room and you walk over. The first thing inside the box was your wedding ring. You had taken it off because you couldn’t stop crying every time you moved your left hand which gave you a glimpse of the ring.

You turned it over and tears welled up but you quickly put the ring away and then you found the tape that you had made him when he was away for a case on Christmas. You put it in the player.

“Dean, I miss you but I know you are doing what you need to do. I just wish that you had let me go with you.” The frame moves to the kitchen. 

“I made all of your favorites and I really hope that I don’t stress eat them all because that would not be a good idea,” You laughed as the camera shook.

You turned it off and then you looked at more tapes. One was when you moved all of your stuff into his room. You watched as you and Dean were smiling sweetly at each other. You were looking at the camera and he was looking at you. His green eyes bored into the side of your face with a loving gaze. He kissed your cheek and you let out a loud laugh at his gesture. You were happy then. That was before you had gotten married. You were so excited that Dean wanted you to move to his room and you were acting like a giddy teenager who just got asked to Prom. 

- - - -

One day later: Acceptance; The Funeral

Sam and you were the only people at the funeral. Dean’s body rested on the wooden stand and Sam had to hold you so you didn’t collapse. You were crying and sobbing but you were overcome by grief that you briefly forgot about Sam’s grief. You lost your husband but he lost his brother.

“Sam, can I do it?” You asked, you knew that he had done this for so many people, you didn’t want him to do it for his brother.

Sam gave you Dean’s lighter and you lit the flame bottle and you threw it on his body. Fire burst into the sky as soon as the flame touched the stand. You looked down at the lighter in your hands and you didn’t want to get rid of it but you knew that you had to. You wanted Dean to be at peace. 

As the lighter soars through the air, flashes of your wedding day, you telling Dean about your pregnancy, your meeting, you working cases with him, the nights of passion, the nights of tears, the hunts, the singing, the dancing, the reading, the kisses, everything that you ever did together flashed through your mind all at once and you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders. 

You grab Sam’s hand and the two of you walk back to the bunker to eat a burger and a slice of apple pie in honor of Dean Winchester’s life.

Bonus scene:

Three months later:

You lay in the hospital bed with Sam sitting beside you, holding a pink baby blanket and a blue baby blanket.

“It’s twins. A boy and a girl” the doctor said.

She left and Sam gently placed your babies in your loving arms. One look and you saw that they both had Dean’s green eyes and his freckles. You start to cry as you cradle your children and Sam wraps his arms around you and kisses your hair.

“What are their names?” He asks.

“The girl is going to be named Charlie.” 

“And what about the boy?”

“His name is Dean.” You looked down at the little boy in your arms.

“His name is Dean.”

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[losa12308]

You did what?!

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, pregnancy, Dad Dean

Paring: Dean Winchester x pregnant!reader

You woke up and looked at the time, 6:30. Yes! Woke up before Dean! You look to your left and see the bed empty, you put your hand there and feel that's its cold "Dean?" You get up and check the bathroom, he's not there. Maybe he never went to bed? No he accidentally woke me up when he did. You walk into the kitchen and he's not there. You start looking for a note and there isn't one... then the thoughts set it

What if he got kidnapped? What if something got into the bunker? What if Crowley got him? What if this? What if that? So many what ifs ran through your head before

What if he left me? What if he found the pregnancy test and he left! What if he doesn't want to be a Dad! What if he doesn't Love you!

You sat in your thoughts of despair for what felt like forever...

Until

Three months later

Dean walked into the bunker and saw you “Hey babe did you get the- woah. What happened?… you look mad.”

"Do I?" If you were a cartoon, steam would be coming out of your ears

“Uh yeah, you do… what’s wrong?” he asks, coming up and putting his arms around you

"Don't touch me! you left for weeks! Winchester, and you come back with 'Hey babe'"

“I was busy, Y/N.” he looks at you and crosses his arms “and I don’t appreciate the tone.”

"No, Hey I'm gonna be gone, no hey Sam tell Y/N that I needed to leave, Hey Cas let Y/N know I'll be back in a few weeks. NOT EVEN A FUCKING NOTE!"

he sighs “You know how important those jobs were, Y/N. If I told you you’d have talked me out of it.”

"YOU THINK I CARE?" You yelled

“Y/N calm down-“ he says holding onto you still in the embrace “I know you’re upset, but just hear me out.”

You start struggle against his hold

he sighs and let’s you go “what, you think I enjoy being away? I don’t.” he gets irritated “But the things I’m doing are important and someone has to do it. I don’t like it, you don’t like it, so calm down.”

"IT SURE FEELS LIKE YOU ENJOY BEING AWAY SINCE YOU LEAVE WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING DEAN!"

“Stop yelling, Y/N” he says getting even more angry “I am sorry it’s just- some missions I can’t talk about! It was top secret! I shouldn’t even tell you I was gone at all!”

"YOU THINK I DIDN'T NOTICE? I CANT BELIEVE YOU!"

“Stop being so emotional! I just got home and I already have a headache! Why don’t you appreciate that I’m back? I’m tired of you being so damn dramatic!”

"Fuck you!" You walk away from him

“Y/N!” He chases after you “Wait! I’m sorry! Y/N, please!” he catches up to you and pulls you back. But your facing away from him

"Let go of me" my voice cracks

He lets go of you and stands next to you “Y/N please look at me” You look at him briefly, just long enough for him to see the tears streaming down your face. “Y/N…” his voice becomes soft and apologetic “I’m sorry… it was a hard job and I just wanted to come home and see you.” he reaches out and puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you so that your facing him.

''Don't, Don't you even fucking dare"

a look of hurt crosses his face “What? I’m-“ he tries to take your hands

"De, I didn't know what happened to you! For all I knew, a demon or something killed you and I would never see you again!"

“But I’m right here! And I’m okay. It was just a tough job. And I’m sorry but I don’t have time to explain.” he reaches out to wipe your tears.

You stop him from touching you,"but I didn't know that.''

“But you do know that now. Just let me prove to you that I’m back, that I’m okay. And that I love you. I don’t want to fight, Y/N. I just came home today and want to feel at home.”

"But that's my point, What if you didn't Dean? I wouldn't of known what had happened"

“Then you would’ve assumed I got killed on a hunt?” he sighs “Y/N, don’t jump to conclusions! Even if I died I would find a way to get back to you. You’re really the only person I care about.”

"But still! What am I supposed to tell the baby?" You gasp and throw your hand over your mouth, you weren't going to tell him that in the middle of the argument.

“There’s a… there is a baby Y/N?” he looks at you with wide eyes

You look down. "I didn't want to tell you like this"

“Y/N why didn’t you tell me?” his voice is becoming quieter and his face is filled with emotion

"I was going to! I was going to get up and make you breakfast and give you a little gift wrapped box with the test inside. But then you left"

“Oh Y/N…” *he reaches out to hug her again but doesn’t touch her. He smiles “You’re pregnant?”

You still hasn't looked up to see him smiling "yeah"

“You’re joking” he says smiling big, trying to see your face “Y/N I-“ he goes to hug you but quickly catches himself and pulls back* “You’re really pregnant with our child?”

You keep crying. "I'm sorry"

“Sorry? You’re saying this like it’s bad.” he looks at you “Why aren’t you happy about it?”

You look up to see him smiling. He kneels to be on her level “Y/N we’re going to have a child.”

"Your Happy?"

“Yes of course! I’ve been hoping for a child for years. But you don’t seem to be happy, Y/N. Are you not happy?”

You start sobbing "I thought you weren't going to be happy!"

“Not be happy to have my own child? Are you kidding me? Of course I’m happy. I thought you wanted kids too? And here we are expecting one.” He smiles and hugs you despite your protests. You hug him back. He kisses you “This is amazing. And we’ll have to start thinking of baby names.”

"De, I'm barely out of the first trimester"

“So? We can still think about it.” *he says excitedly* “And we have plenty of time before baby gets here. We can tell everyone too.”

You smile at him "I'm already showing a bit, Deanie"

“That’s a good thing” he says, holding ypur stomach “What do you think we can name it, hun? Girl or boy? I hope we get a girl”

You smile again. " I just want the baby to be happy." You take off your sweater, revealing the small swell of your belly that wasn't there when he left for the hunt.

His eyes grow “Huh you weren’t kidding when you said you already started showing.” he smiles as he looks at your stomach “We will have fun in the months to come. This is going to be great.”

You smile at him again. "Yeah," you run your hand over the small swell of your small baby bump

He kisses your stomach “We’ll make this work. Just like everything else. When is your next doctor appointment and how many weeks are you?” he asks quickly, looking at your stomach

"In a few days, 14 weeks. So the baby is about the size of an apple"

"Sweetheart, I have to tell you something"

"Yeah?"

"I made a deal with a demon, I only have two years left"

"You did what?!"

Hiiii! Sorry for doing that! But Also not like at all. If you want me to rewrite without the Angst let me know. I know that it feels kind of abrupt but I came up with this idea while talking to this character on Character AI

And I cut out cuddling with him, taking about insecurities of my own and coming up with baby names. Also if you want a part two let me know. I hope you liked it!

@twinkleinadiamondsky

#dean winchester x you #dean winchester x pregnant!reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester angst #dean winchester fluff #character ai

[athenodora-sulpicia-writer]

Lady Lesso x Pregnant Fem Reader

Lesso: It's not happening.

Reader: Why not?

Lesso: because I said so.

Reader: Who put you in charge of this relationship?

*with a devilish grin Lesso leans over the reader*

Lesso: Don't forget I'm the dean of Evil darling and I'm also not the one who's pregnant.

Reader: Yeah, you'd think being the one who's pregnant, you'd get the final say.

Lesso: It's not my fault your pregnant Princess.

Reader: (sarcastically) yet your the other parent and you share just as much DNA with this baby as I do.

*Dovey storms in annoyed from all the arguing*

Dovey: Oh for all that is Good! Why are you two arguing again?

Reader: (pouting with arms folded) Lesso Won't let me name the baby.

Dovey: Lesso that's mean, your not the one carrying the little royal.

Lesso: Fine she can pick the bloody name.

Dovey: (to the reader) It's definitely you who's pregnant right?

*Lesso stares daggers at Dovey*

Reader: Thank you and just so you know the baby will be called: Vivienne Elizabeth Marie Lesso.

Lesso: (Walking over to the reader) I suppose it is a lovely name.

*Lesso than places her hand on her girlfriend's baby bump and smiles fondly, she then smiles wider and gets excited when the baby kicks*

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[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

birth plan

masterlist

summary: you’re pregnant with castiel’s baby… or is it babies?

pairing: castiel x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 1.5k

warnings: pregnancy, language, medical inaccuracies i think (i’ve never been pregnant so i don’t think i describe the feeling well)

timeline: this is set in no particular season/episode but there are spoilers for the later seasons (certain characters).

author’s note: i’m basing this off a dream i had - before said dream i never even thought of cas this way at all (gotta love that subconscious, huh?) anyway, i couldn’t stop thinking of this dream so here’s a cas fic :)

when you found out you were pregnant with castiel’s baby you freaked out. not the expected ‘holy fuck there’s a living thing growing inside me’ but more like ‘holy fuck i’m gonna die in a few months cause there’s a tiny angel in my uterus’.

you cried while telling castiel, you were terrified. he assured you he wouldn’t let you die, he promised you would be okay and that the two of you could raise the baby together. if you did live, you had no clue how to raise a kid, or if you even wanted to. you had been raised a hunter and you hated it. when you were six your biggest fear was tornadoes but by the time you were seven your biggest fear was being torn apart by one of the monsters you had learned to fight.

castiel was so happy about the baby, so excited. he knew you would be a fantastic mother and he couldn’t wait to have a baby with you. he knew the baby would be loved unconditionally by so many people, too; you, him, dean, sam, jack, mary, and eileen - all of whom lived in the bunker.

as the months went by the pains grew almost unbearable. you took time away from hunting and had to stay in the bunker. castiel always made sure someone would be in the bunker with you (preferably not alone with jack, who tended to ask questions that scared you - “what if the baby is like me and you have to push a full sized person out” for example). most days cas would stay right next to you but on the rare occasion he needed to be on a hunt, you’d be alone with either eileen, mary, or one of the brothers (rowena visited a couple times, but that was more for trying to find some magical tylenol for the immense pain). you didn’t mind castiel going on hunts, in fact you wished he’d go on more so you wouldn’t feel like you were holding him back.

one morning you woke up and the pain was horrible - it felt like the baby was stabbing you from the inside. castiel tried healing you, but it was no use. the two of you decided an ultrasound was necessary.

“what?” you practically screamed, your eyes wide with fear.

“there must be some kind of mistake?” castiel knotted his brows and stared at the black and white screen in shock.

“no mistake, three heartbeats,” the doctor smiled slightly, wanting to make you feel better, but it obviously did nothing.

“cas i can’t push three kids out!” you whispered. he was holding your left hand in his and standing beside you, his right arm was draped over your shoulder. “cas- castiel i can’t! i- i’m not strong enough! i won’t!” tears were streaming down your face when you turned away from the screen and to the angel.

“could you give us a minute?” cas asked the doctor, she nodded and left. “honey it’s gonna be alright.”

“three baby angels, cas! three! how- how the fuck am i supposed to push three angels out of me, cas?” you were practically sobbing at this point. “i- i’m gonna die, aren’t i?”

“no! no you won’t! i promise you, i will not let you die,” he pulled you into his chest and rubbed your back lovingly. “i know this must be scary, triplets is- it’s gonna be painful.” he kissed the crown of your head.

“but three babies! i mean if i do, by some miracle, manage to give birth and survive, how are we gonna raise three kids, cas?” you wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him as close to you as you could.

“well, we do have four adults and a nephilim excited to help,” he answered, causing you to laugh lightly. it’s true, you had all the support you could need.

cas drove the two of you back to the bunker and you were met with said four adults and nephilim immediately asking where you had been. the five of them were on a hunt and got back while you and cas were at the ob/gyn. you hadn’t left the bunker in months so they had assumed the worst.

you told them the news and they all reacted differently than you and cas. they were so excited, it made you realized they really wanted to help raise the kids. (infact, they had all began thinking of names and had cleaned out the room next to your’s and cas’ for the babies.)

castiel knew that your pregnancy wouldn’t last as long as a normal pregnancy so he wanted to come up with a birth plan. dean purchased new burner phones for each person that were never to be silenced or turned off and the only people who had the numbers were the seven of you. the second you went into labor, someone near you (or you, if you could) would call castiel immediately. if possible they would also notify the others.

another couple months or so went by. you were due any day now - but you had been due any day for over two weeks. you had gotten somewhat used to the pain and rowena had come up with a simple spell with some herbs that you’d mix with your tea every couple hours to help with the pain. garth had moved into the bunker temporarily - he was a trained doula after having to deliver werewolf pups. rowena moved in temporarily too, but that was more for moral support and pain management.

“cas you haven’t left the bunker in over a month! go on this hunt,” you assured him. it was a hunt close by and he was going to take jack with him.

“promise you won’t go into labor til i get back?”

“i won’t let these kiddos leave,” you smile, patting your stomach playfully. he gave you a peck on the lips before leaving with jack.

a couple hours in, you began getting long, sharp pains every few minutes. rowena was the one who recognized the pains as contractions.

“you’re going into labor, we need to get you to the birth room.” she took your your hand gently but you whipped it away.

“no, no i promised cas i’d wait for him,” you shook your head. “the babies are just gonna have to stay put for a whi- ah!” you scrunched your face in pain, holding your stomach.

“okay, we’ll get cas on the phone, we can pray for jack - they’ll be here before you know it,” she tried to reason with you and motioned you to follow her. you shook your head vigorously and didn’t move your feet, absolutely terrified of what was about to happen.

“holy shit,” your eyes widened, cloudy with tears. “my water- i think my water just broke!” you both looked down. “that’s- that’s broken water!”

“exactly hun, you’re going into labor you need to let me help you to the birth room, okay?”

“oh- okay,” you nodded and she helped you to the room. she called out that you were going into labor as she walked you over.

about a month ago the brothers and jack came home to the bunker with a hospital bed from the maternity ward. you didn’t ask how they got it, but you were grateful they did. everyone helped set up the room; towels, blankets, a mini freezer for ice chips, and just about anything you might need while in labor and giving birth.

sam and dean carefully helped you onto the bed. mary called cas and within seconds he and jack were in the room.

“cas!” you smiled, relieved to see him.

“hey, y/n, how are you?” he asked, rushing to your side and tightly holding your hand.

“i’m in pain, cas, i’m about to push three celestial beings out my vagina!” you said dryly.

“right, right, okay it’ll be okay, though,” he kissed your forehead. “you’re gonna be okay. jack’s here and he will keep you alive and well.”

“okay,” you whispered.

“time to start pushing, y/n,” garth announced.

within the hour you had pushed all three babies out. three identical baby boys; with cas’ piercing blue eyes and your winning smile. you were absolutely exhausted, but you were alive. you were holding one baby, cas was holding another, and garth was holding the third.

“so, what’re we naming the little guys?” cas asked, a huge smile on his face and his eyes not moving away from his new baby boy.

“this one’s sam,” you smiled down at the tiny being in your arms. “he’s the biggest.”

“then that makes this little guy dean, he’s a smallest,” cas laughed a little in response. dean would’ve been annoyed at the height joke but he was so honored you were naming a kid after him.

“what about this little guy?” garth asked.

“bobby,” you smiled.

no one went on any hunts for almost two weeks. they all stayed and helped with the babies. baby dean would be named dean jack y/l/n, baby sam would be named samuel charles y/l/n, and baby bobby would be named robert garth y/l/n.

#supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #jack kline #rowena macleod #garth fitzgerald iv #mary winchester #spn #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fluff #castiel fanfiction #castiel x reader #castiel comfort #castiel x pregnant reader #pregnant reader #by ​mind empty just fictional people #by jean

[avada-kedavra-bitch-187]

Tryna find a fic where John Winchester used to be with reader but now she is either with Sam or dean and she had his baby and he didn’t know till she showed up married to Sam/dean at his wedding

Like he wouldn’t acknowledge that they were together and engaged and he gets with someone else

Its disposable by @holylulusworld

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[holylulusworld]

I never was...

Title: I never was

Summary: It’s Christmas. Time for forgiveness and second chances.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of a break-up, pregnant reader, Dean’s low self-esteem, mentions of Dean’s childhood, fluff

Square 19 filled for @spnchristmasbingo​: Coming home for Christmas

Square 1 filled for Lulu’s Winter Bingo: Getting back together  

Divider by @dawn-petrichor-world​

Words: 1k

2022 SPN Christmas Bingo Masterlist

Multi-Fandom Winter Bingo

One week before Christmas, …

“Dean, what are you doing?” Sam pokes his head into Dean’s room. The hunter pumps up the volume to listen to an awful Christmas song. At least Sam thinks it’s an awful song. “DEAN!”

The hunter sits on the ground, flipping through an old photo album. The only one he got. “I’m just looking at old pictures, is all. I tried to find stuff and found it.”

“Dean, that’s the picture album Y/N made,” the younger brother softly says. “What’s wrong with you lately? Do you still miss her?”

Dean doesn’t answer. He drops his eyes to one of the pictures. The last one he took of you before he messed things up. “No. I did the right thing.”

“You still didn’t tell me why you broke things up with Y/N,” Sam presses on. He tries to get answers for almost four months. No such luck. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Dean lies. He slams the album shut and flings it across the room. 

“After all these years you should know that you cannot lie to me, Dean,” Sam picks the album up to place it on Dean’s bed. “What happened?”

“What happened?” Dean mimics. “You sound like a broken record, Sammy.”

“DEAN! Just tell me what happened!” Sam angrily says. He crosses his arms over his chest, huffing as Dean still refuses to talk to him.

“What always happens when I have something good in my life,” Dean yells. “I mess things up. I’m like poison and ruin everything I touch. You know that.”

“Dean…” Sam sighs deeply. “Maybe you should talk to her. It’s Christmas in a week.”

“There is no coming back, Sammy. Just leave her be. Y/N will have a better life,” Dean swallows thickly, “without me fucking things up. She’s better with someone else.”

“Y/N loves you. Why would you want her to find someone else?” Sam sits on Dean’s bed. “Do you want me to call her?”

“I said no,” Dean barks. “Y/N deserves better than me or you bug her. She left for a reason. Now stop talking about Christmas, Y/N, and shit.”

“Fine,” Sam gets up to leave Dean’s room. “Just keep me out of this from now on. You cannot bring someone into our family and make me love her like a sister only to chase her away.” The younger brother chokes out. “I’m missing her too.”

Sam storms out of the room and slams the door shut.

“Sam,” you close your eyes as your friend desperately tries to make you talk to him. “Why did you call? Is the world ending again?”

“Y/N, hey,” Sam clears his throat. “I don’t know what happened between you and Dean but,” he huffs as you groan at the other end of the line. “I know you don’t want to hear anything about my brother, but he’s missing you like hell.”

“You got one thing right, Samuel,” you quip. “You do not know what he did. Dean made me leave. He didn’t give me choice. I had to leave.”

“Please come home,” the hunter pleads. “He’s drinking and hiding in his room. It feels like I’m living with a ghost, not my brother.”

“I can’t. I won’t,” you sniffle before hanging up the phone. “I’m sorry, Sam.”

Five days before Christmas, …

“Dean you need to change clothing,” Sam chastises. “I know you are missing Y/N. Even if you refuse to admit you have a broken heart, I know you are hurting.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Dean argues. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” huffing Sam points at Dean’s outfit. “You’re wearing the same shirt for days. You didn’t eat, and you emptied a whole bottle of Whiskey.”

“Just leave me to my misery. How about you go to Jody’s place or visit Eileen? I’m good in my room. Alone.”

“You don’t want to be alone on Christmas, Dean. And I won’t leave you all alone.”

Three days before Christmas, …

“Can you believe Sam wanted me to come back?” you huff as Jody pours you a tea. “He doesn’t know what Dean has said and done.”

“No one knows,” Jody’s eyes drop to your middle. “Let me guess. He wanted you to have a normal and safe life. A life without him.”

“He told me that he cannot be a father,” placing your hand on your belly you sniffle. “Dean said he cannot raise our child with me. That he doesn’t want to have even more on his plate.”

“Y/N, I love you but sometimes you are too stubborn for your own good. Dean Winchester is anything but a man able to express his feelings. He would burn the world down for you. You know that.”

One day before Christmas, …

“Sam. Sammy! Saaammy!” Dean calls for his brother. “I will so kill you for all this Christmas decoration shit you put into the library.” He barks. “Sammy!”

The hunter just returned from a solo hunt and is pissed as the monster turned out to be a stray dog.

“Sam didn’t do a thing,” you nervously chew on your lower lip as Dean drops his duffle bags to the ground. He just stares at you for a moment, drinking your changed body in.

“You’re bigger,” he points out. “I mean, your belly has grown… no…I…fuck. That’s not what I meant.”

“I came home for Christmas.”

You nervously look at Dean.

What if you made a grave mistake? What if he kicks you out of the bunker now?

“You came home for Christmas,” he repeats. “I-I’m so fucking sorry,” he drops his keys next to the duffle bags and closes the distance between the two of you to bring you into his arms. “Sweetheart.”

“Jody said I must stop being stubborn, and that I’m not a child anymore. If I want something, I must take the chance to get it.”

“I never meant what I said. I was scared,” he whispers against you. “How shall I raise a child if I don’t know how to be a child? I never was a child. But I want my child to have a childhood, and not grow up a hunter. What if I make the same mistakes my father did?”

“They won’t become hunters,” you whisper in his ear. “We will make sure of it.”

“We,” Dean chokes out. “We...will make sure of it...”

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#dean winchester #spnchristmasbingo #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfic #Luluswinterbingo #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester SPN #dean winchester x reader #pregnant reader #angst #fluff

[paarthurnax59]

"Family Don't End In Blood"

Chapter 1

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut, sickness, vomit and medical inaccurate information?

  Eyes opening and looked around the room to find your beloved boyfriend, Dean sleeping next to you. With your face lighting up with a smile, you stroke his face with a gentle touch. Your delicate fingers grazed Dean’s cheek down to his plump lips, earning a smile from the green-eyed hunter. His eyelids flutter and open to find you looking at him with the most gorgeous smile he had ever seen. 

“Morning, Handsome.” You softly uttered to Dean kissing his lips. He then pulls you in closer to his bare chest, letting your own naked form embrace him once more.

“Morning to you too, pretty girl.” He groaned softly and placed you on top of him, letting his fingers stroke your back gently in small circles. “You slept good, honey?” He asked as he looked into your beautiful (e/c) eyes and then proceeded to stroke your hair. 

“Really good, considering the night we had last night.” You whispered seductively to him while a grin was forming on your face, stroking your boyfriend’s chest. 

“Don’t I know it, sweetheart. You had me so tired out from last night that I slept like the dead.” Dean chuckled and kissed you on the forehead before you got up from him and threw the covers off of you. “Join me in the shower, princess?” Dean asked with a grin as he stood up with in his full naked glory as he looked down at you as you covered yourself with a sheet. 

“You know it. Then we can finish what we started last night.” You said as you got up but Dean stopped you with one hand in front of you.

“As much as I would like that, beautiful, we need to make it quick. We need to start looking for cases for another hunt.” He reluctantly declined your invitation to have a steamy lovemaking session in your shower.  You nodded and followed him to the shower and started cleaning yourselves off. After the shower, you and Dean dried and got dressed, heading to the Bunker kitchen to make some breakfast. One desirable trait about Dean is that the man loved to cook. Ever since you all found the bunker, Dean had been making a habit of cooking different recipes. You would often find him in the kitchen when you all weren’t on a hunt or doing research for a case, reading another cookbook. Often you wonder if Dean was doing it to impress you. With the way his food tastes, you would say it was working. “So, what are you in the mood for, sweetness?”

“I think I would like something sweet and maybe something with meat on the side?” you said as you sat at the bunker kitchen table with your head up propped up on your hand.

“Waffles and sausage it is then.” He smiled as he started getting stuff out and began to make your favorite breakfast. As the sausage began to sizzle on the grill and the waffles were being made, you gazed at the man that stood in front of you. You couldn’t believe it had been over three years since you two had gotten together. You both had known each other for honestly all your life. Never had you both thought you would be dating after the death of your father, Bobby Singer.

    He knew for a long time that you had an intense crush on Dean and wanted to ask him out when you were old enough. While he would not stop you from being with Dean, he wasn’t all super encouraging either. He said Dean had a… well… what he would call a rough reputation with the ladies and known to sleep around.  Dean was known to be a heartbreaker and you dad never wanted to see that happening to you. He advised to steer clear of him. However, as you got older and Dean started to gain some interest in you and there was no stopping to what was happening between you. You both started dating after your father passed away and since that day forward, you two became inseparable. And after finding the Bucker, you finally felt like you had some real stability. It was something that you had always wanted. A place to call home and a love so strong that not even Hell could break it. Life was good for a change. 

Suddenly, as the smells began to make it is to your nostrils, your stomach began to churn. Your eyebrows furled in irritation as Dean continued cooking your breakfast. Then it passed, thinking that maybe it was from something you ate the night before. When Dean had finally got done with breakfast, he placed a plate of your favorite type of waffles and some pork sausages in front of you. You were about to dig in when that feeling of nausea crept its way back into your stomach. Making you gag and soon, you rant to the bathroom to throw up. 

“(Name)!” Dean threw down his fork and ran at you when you fled the kitchen. He goes to the nearest bathroom where he sees you puking your guts out into the toilet. “Baby, are you okay?” Dean said as he knelt and rubbed your back soothingly with his large hand.

“I think so. God, what was that?” You whined wiping up your mouth of the leftover vomit that had just made you lose your appetite for the rest of the morning. 

“I’m guessing breakfast is canceled then?” He chuckled and you smirked at him. You flushed the toilet and went to your shared room to go and brush your teeth as Dean follows you. “If we aren’t going to eat then we need to start looking for cases and see if we hit the lottery.” Dean explained as you spat out some toothpaste and laughed at his joke.

“Ha, I wish we could win the real lottery.” You stated with a half-serious, and half-jokingly to your boyfriend. You finished brushing your teeth and placed your toothbrush in the cup next to Dean’s and walked out to get ready to do research for another case. You both reached the library and sat at the table where you and the boys had dozens of books scattered all over the table. Sam was still gone and probably still on a run. You opened your laptop and search any weird activities around the county. While looking onto your laptop, a headache started to appear out of nowhere while trying to read another article, a painful one.  “Ugh…” you groaned in irritation from the intense headache that was surfacing and rubbed your head in counterclockwise circles. Dean looked down from his own laptop to look at his girlfriend, worry was very clear in his eyes. 

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Dean asked not taking his eyes off you.

“Headache. A bad one.” You squint your eyes while wincing in pain. Dean gets up and looks through the kitchen cabinet and grabbed some Ibuprofen. He sits down next to you and places and glass of water in front of you and tells you to drink while taking the pills. Dean eyes observed you with a longing look as he spoke once again.

“(Name), are you sure you are feeling, okay?” He asked you and then placed his hand on your forehead engulfing it with his big hand.

“I don’t know. Honestly Dean, I have been feeling not myself for a while. I don’t even know if I can focus on going on a hunt right now.” You admitted honestly and started to walk off when Dean grabbed you by the arms and wrapped his arms around you tightly. 

“It’s okay, baby. Just go get some rest, and we will take care of it, okay?” He mumbled into your hair and kissed your head, and you left the room to your shared bed to get some sleep. After you left, the door to the Bunker had opened and Sam then walked in a sweaty mess. “Sammy, just in time!” Dean grinned at his brother.

“Why?”

“We need to do some digging for a hunt. Go get a shower and get dressed.” Dean ordered his younger brother and Sam looked at him with a confused face.

“Well, where’s (Name)? why isn’t she helping you?” Sam asked.

“She’s not feeling well, and I told her to go and rest for a while. So, I need you to get that Stanford brain working and hit the internet.” Dean slapped Sam on the shoulder and regretted it immediately after feeling the sweat on his shoulder. “Ugh, gross!” Sam laughed as Dean snarled in disgust. “Shut up, bitch.”

“Make me, jerk.”

….

  For hours, you had been trying to sleep, but with no success. You changed back into your pajamas and laid in bed trying settle this illness that you have. Instead, you had just stared at the celling. Thinking and trying fine a reason as too what was wrong with you. For days you had been having abdominal pain, mood swings and fatigue. Even Dean was starting to notice, but he assumed that you were just stressed from the recent hunts. You wonder if maybe you had come down with something from the last case. Then, you hear a knock on the door and sat up as your boyfriend entered the room.

“Did you sleep at all, sweetheart?” He asked sweetly waltzing towards you and sat next to you on the bed.

“No, I couldn’t sleep. I just don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You whined in frustration looking in Dean’s eyes. He smiled and stroked your cheek sweetly. God, is this were a dream, you hope to never wake up from this. You loved so much you never wanted to imagine your life without him.

“Hey, listen. Sam and I found a case, and it’s not pretty.” He said in a slightly more serious tone. 

“What’s the case?” You asked him to raise one eyebrow. 

“It’s out in Ohio, near Cincinnati. There has been a string of young women disappearing out of nowhere. By the evidence, we think it might ither b a witch, a demon or a pegan god.” He explained simply. This made you wonder because people do in fact disappear all the time. While it was sad that these poor women were being taken, how can this be considered the work of a supernatural being?

“Why do you think this might be the work of a supernatural creature?” You asked your hunter boyfriend in curiosity.

“Because all of the women that were kidnaped were pregnant.” When Dean said that your eyes widen. You thickly swallowed your saliva and could feel it drop all the way down to the pit of your stomach.

“Did you say…pregnant?” You said in awe as you try not to let your emotions get the better of you and Dean nodded at your response. 

“Yes, pregnant women. The articles that surrounded the case had their husbands and boyfriends talk about who after they learned they were at this clinic that they were expecting. The thing that made this more suspicions is because all these women went to this exact same clinic in Cincinnati where they all learned they were expecting.” 

“Well, why would any supernatural creature care about pregnant women?” You asked, knowing that you are not going to like the answer.

“Sam explained that newborn babies have an unbelievably amount of life force, purest that humanity has to offer. They can give a power boost to any one of these monsters and he thinks that they are wanting to harvest these babies by kidnapping pregnant women, and when their due date comes it’s time to collect.” Dean finished and you looked down in horror. Never in her wildest dreams could she think of anything so monstrous and cruel. A happy couple find out they were expecting and then some monster to take that happiness away and use their most precious gift to make themselves more powerful. You wanted to puke just think about it. 

“When do we leave?” You asked, wanting more than enough to help these poor women and save their babies. 

“No, Me and Sam are going. You need to stay here and get some well deserve rest. I don’t know how long we will be back, but I will try to make as fast as possible. I have Cas check on you if you need anything.” Dean said before he kissed your lips with a quick peck and walked to your closet and grabbed his bag. He usually sometimes had clean clothes already packed to be ready for the next hunt. “I will miss you, honey. I love you. Always.” He kissed your nose, making you smile as he walked out your bedroom door. 

     When Dean and Sam left, you got up from your bed and dressed, ready to go to the pharmacy. Your recent conversation with Dean about the case had prompted you to go to the drug store to get a test. A pregnancy test. When you go to the aisle for “family planning”, you grabbed maybe four or five different tests to make sure that they might possibly be correct. You walk to the counter to pay for your tests and left as quickly as possible so that you could get tested right away. 

   After you got home and drinking a lot of water, you went to the bathroom to take the tests. Using the first test, you wait three minutes timing it with your phone. Anxiety filled you with dread as you waited for the result of the test. Before you flipped the test and shock was emanate on your face.

Two lines

Pregnant

  You almost not wanted to breath when you realize that maybe this was just a scare. That it was maybe a blip, and the test was wrong. Calming yourself down and drank some more water, you took another stick from a different test. You peed on that one and waited another three minutes before looking at the results. When the timer went off, you flipped the second test.

Positive

Another positive pregnancy test. 

 So, the rest of your day consisted of you taking one test after another. All of them coming back as all positive. There wasn’t a shadow of a doubt that you were in fact pregnant. How could this have happened? You and Dean were so careful to not get you pregnant. Using condoms, having birth control and pulling out before Dean could pregnant you. Did a condom break? Did you skip a day of taking your pill? The questions your mind was concocting swirled around your mind, you walked to the kitchen to get a garbage back and threw out all the pregnancy tests. You were careful to nod leave any trace that you were taking any tests that related to pregnancy. 

  The next day, you decided to a doctor’s office to confirm if you were pregnant or not. Sitting in the waiting room, a nurse comes up to you and told you to follow her. She placed you in a room and asked for you to get change into a hospital gown. You waited nervously as your knee bouncing and tapping your fingers together steadily breathing to keep yourself relaxed before the door opened and the OBGYN doctor walked into the room. 

“Hello, Miss Singer. How are we today?” asked the woman kindly when she walked in her lab coat and a clipboard which you assume that was you chart. You wanted to say you were terrified and that you hoped that you were not really pregnant. But you kept your cool and not gave her the full truth.

“Nervous, doctor.” You said, even though your insides were screaming.

“Alright, so you might believe that you are pregnant. What made you think that?” She asked professionally and brought out her clipboard with a pen in the other. 

“Well, I have had these symptoms. I had been moody, my breasts are more tender and sensitive and headaches constantly.” You explained to the doctor, and she jots down the information you were giving her. “I thought nothing, or it because we always use protection and were very careful. We used condoms, birth control and he always pull out.” She finished when she looked up at you from her clipboard. 

“Those are all affective, but they don’t always stop pregnancy. Condoms sometimes break and birth control isn’t a hundred percent reliable, as for pulling out…well sometimes sperm can in fact slip from time to time. Especially if a person has been sexually active for a long period of time. How long how you and…” She hesitated for a moment, waiting for you to tell her your boyfriend’s name.

“Dean, Dean Winchester.” You answered. “and we have been together for three years and we had been active since two months after we had dated.” You said honestly. When you started dating, you wanted to tell Dean that you wanted to wait awhile before sleeping with him and he respectfully did. You never had slept with anyone before and wanted it to be special when you finally lose your virginity. It was the best night of your life after you had slept with Dean. 

“Okay, have you taken a test?” She asked after she wrote down everything that you told her about yours and Dean’s personal life. 

“Yes, a lot of them. All of them say they were positive.” You admitted in a low and scared whisper while looking down to the floor and tightened your grip on to your hospital gown. 

“Okay, I’m going to do one more test, but I am still pretty positive that you are pregnant.”

…

   After they doctor took your test and left her your phone number. She told you that you would be able to know the results within a day, never had you been more nervous about. She told you that the test that she gave you was to most accurate one she had, which made even more worried. About you and your possible unborn baby. 

    What happens if you find yourself with child? How are you going to raise a kid in the hunter’s life? Should you give up hunting to keep them safe? How is Dean going to handle this? Would he want to have a kid with you? You know for a fact you would raise a child with him. He was always good with kids and even willing to help raise Lisa’s kid for a time long before you got together.

   As you let your thoughts go crazy over multiple seriors and what Dean’s reaction would be, your phone goes off. You picked it up and saw Dean’s name appear on the screen. You form a big smile, acted as normal as possible, you perk up and swipe upward. 

“Hi Dean!” You yelled excitedly as you answered you boyfriend on the opposite line.

“Hi Baby! How are you feeling? Feeling any better?”  He asked on the other line. God, how could you not love this man?

“A little but still feeling a little sick though. Kind of had a hard time sleeping though.” You replied. 

“Oh, I’m sorry baby. I wish I was there taking care of you instead of having to be on this hunt.” He sighed and you swore your heart swelled with warmth when you heard Dean saying that. Despite being who he is, Dean really did care for his loved ones and their well-being. “Listen, we just got to Cincinnati and we are ready to investigate, but I will call you later okay? Me and Sammy will see you soon, baby. Love you.”

“Love you more.” You smiled as you muttered your feelings for him.

“Not possible. How could anyone not love you more?” Dean said and then he hung up to get back to work. You smiled as you heard Dean say those last few words before he hung up. Dean loved you, truly and wholeheartedly loved you. With the way he was talking to you there was no doubt about that. You weren’t still sure about telling Dean that you might be pregnant yet, but with the way that he had spoken to you made the burden of telling him lighter. Your heart swelled with some form of relief and some happiness at the idea of Dean with your baby, a baby that you weren’t sure you were having yet.

   You could imagine right now you rocking back and forth in a rocking chair trying to put your baby down for a nap. Dean watching you from the doorway smiling and holding cup of coffee as he watched you both at the door of your child’s nursey. He walked up to you and kissed yours and your baby’s forehead with so much love and adoration. You hoped that maybe he would have given up hunting, got a job as a mechanic and you be a stay-at-home mom.  It would be heaven. Being lost in your silly fantasy, you saw your phone pick up and saw it was the name of your doctor, Laura Carson, and picked it up right away. 

“Hello? (Name) here.” You answered after placing the phone by your ear. 

“Hello, miss Singer, This is Doctor Carson from Healthscape healthcare. How are you doing?” She asked you over the phone. 

“I’m fine, any news of the test?” You asked her to want to know more about your test results. 

“Yes, and I just want to be the first to say congratulations. You are pregnant!” She finalized tells you that you were in fact are pregnant.  Your eyes widen at your doctor telling you and could feel the world stop around you, nearly dropping the phone inf the process. 

You were carrying Dean’s baby, and you were going to be a mother. 

“Hello, miss Singer? Are you still there?” she responded over the phone, and You swallowed and placed the android to your ear. 

“Yes, I’m still here. And thank you! Thank you so much!” You quickly said to not make her wait and ended the call. You plopped yourself down in your chair. Your mind going into a million different directions. But was certain, you needed to tell Dean. But you would have to wait until he came back from the hunt. He had other things to worry about. The news would have to wait and hopefully, he would be excited about the baby.

    A week had gone by, and Dean still hadn’t return home from his hunt. He called you a couple times throughout the week to make sur you were doing well and getting better. You told him that you were feeling well and had done things to keep you busy. Usually if you were at home, you would be doing the research and asking you for information on a case. Dean told you he would be calling other hunters so that you would be feeling better by the time he got back. You honestly could never ask for a better boyfriend.

   Dean called you yesterday morning and told you he and Sam would be coming home tomorrow after finally finishing the hunt. While you were excited about your boyfriend coming home, you were also more nervous about seeing him. One being telling him about the baby. You weren’t married, but you two had been together for a long time and don’t think that either one of you will want to find someone else. You were it for him and he was it for you. That was enough for now. 

  Also, when you talked to Dean last night, you noticed something very off with the green-eyed hunter. An air of melancholy was very much present ion his voice, of sadness. You often wondered if it had been about the hunt he was on. Granted, it was a very sensitive topic regarding pregnant women and them being kidnapped. However, there was also this hesitant tone with him when he said he needed to talk with you about something urgent, and rather say it to you in private. You agreed and said that you would wait, not hinting that you were going to tell him that you were pregnant.

   It was nearly noon when you heard the garage door open, and the loud rumbling of the impala come into the Bunker. You perked up and shot up from the couch and ran to the bunker doors. As the door open and saw Dean come through the door. You jumped on him and hugged him like your life depended on it. 

“Dean, I missed you, sweetie!!” Shrieking as you kissed Dean’s cheek. You noticed right away that Dean didn’t hug you back, so then you looked at Dean. He didn’t have that same light in his eyes that he had when he left you over a week ago. Something was wrong and you needed to know why. “Dean, are you okay?” you asked with an eye brow raised to him. 

“Yeah, sort of. I’m glad you are doing okay. You look better.” He replied and was about the go to your shared bedroom until he stopped in his tracks. “There is something I need to talk to you about. Let’s go out to lunch and we can talk. Okay?” He said giving you a weak smile.

“Okay.” You said breathlessly. “Plus, there is something that I need to tell you, too.” You say with a smile when he took one last look at you and walked away, leaving your curious about what he wanted to tell you.

…..

   Half an hour later, Dean had showered and told you that he would take you to the closet diner for lunch. He ordered a bacon cheeseburger, and you order yourself a grilled chicken sandwich. Dean asked if you wanted a beer, but you declined, saying that you wanted to drink less alcohol. You wanted to tell him at this diner that you were expecting but refrained until you heard what Dean had to say. When the waitress came by and brought your orders and left, your boyfriend took a deep sigh and took your hand.

“(Name), sweetie. You know I love you, right?” He said hesitantly as you watched you eat your chicken sandwich. You only took one bite when heard Dean talk.

“Yes, of course, Dean. I know how much you love me.” You responded as you whipped up the sauce that was dripping from your mouth with a napkin. 

“Okay, so there is something that I think we need to talk about.” Dean said and you instantly y swallowed in dread. What was it that he needed to talk to you about that he needed to talk to you about? Oh, God. Was he going to break up with you?! What are you going to do about your baby?!

No.

  You just had to relax and wait for what Dean had to say. You should never jump or rush into conclusions because of the words “we need to talk”. You sat straight up and listened to him.

“So, I had been thinking about our future for a while and we have been together for quite some time. I do believe that there is a future for us. Marriage even.” As Dean spoke in earnest about your relationship going forward , you got all giddy inside and couldn’t wait until you told Dean that you were pregnant. 

“Yeah, me too. I totally agree with you, Dean.” You perked up with a smile on your face looking deeply into Dean’s beautiful green eyes.

“Good, I’m glad. You are it for me baby and I can’t imagine my life without you.” He continued and your eyes began to glow. You wonder if he was going to propose to you. “However, there is something I need you to know and how serious I am about this decision. This is absolute and full-on non-negotiable.” He nervously swallowed before he stop those few words that would change the course of your relationship forever. 

“I don’t want us to have kids.”

Chapter 2

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Masterlist

Thomas Shelby

Mr LovermanThomas receives a call and imagines the worst.

Forgotten DinnerSunday dinner was always important to Y/N, but the night ends differently after Thomas arrives over five hours too late.(+18) Whisper of a loving Heart Thomas Shelby was always drawn to Y/N, but never found the courage to invite her to dinner but when a man dances with her he can no longer stay in the background.

Safe and SoundThomas Shelby never found time to spend a day with his wife and daughter, but one day he stays home.

Bloodbath At his daughter’s 18th birthday Thomas is not enjoying the attention his daughter is receiving from the male guests but his wife can calm him down before the feast can end in a bloodbath. Burn little witchThomas Shelby, a knight on a hunt for a witch finds his horse under the care of a woman living in the cottage instead of a wicked creature and slowly falls in love with her.

PART ONE

Fool of a Man After a fight, Thomas comes home.(+18)

Feast for Eyes Thomas comes after a long day home.(+18)

Love my tender,Y/N´s parents find out their daughter is dating Thomas Shelby.

Ragging Oceans Thomas finds his girlfriend crying by the cliffs.

Lovelier than a Dream Lazy mornings are not common in the Shelby household, but one spring morning, Thomas cannot find the motivation to get dressed.

How did you know? Y/N always had special abilities, saw the future of her family but one day after John nearly faced death, Thomas demands answers.

Stars were falling, Thomas and Y/N are stargazing and lose themselves in the beauty of the night.

Bleeding Heart Y/N takes care of Thomas after he was shot.

Forbidden Fruit Alfie Solomons finds out his younger sister is dating Thomas Shelby and forbids her to see him ever again, but his words cannot scare her.

Love me series

As Thomas Shelby hears Y/N´s parents are searching for a suitable husband for their child Y/N faces a loveless marriage she hoped to never encounter, but slowly the cold walls crumble as the scent of spring is dancing over the meadows.

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE

Spencer Reid

One Shots

Sleeping Beauty After a long day, Spencer returns home to find his pregnant wife sleeping on the sofa.

Uncharted PathsAfter a romantic dinner in the flat and the proposal, Spencer and Y/N find themselves in the bedroom. (+18)

Heal Me You arrive stressed, exhausted and late from work and are surprised by a cooking Spencer.

Not Bulletproof After an encounter with her past Spencer has to help Y/N through a panic attack.

Written in the Stars Y/N felt asleep during the long drive home from the airport and Spencer is there to take care of her.

Breakfast in Bed Y/N and Spencer have their first day off after long weeks of work and decide to stay in bed.

Feeling Faint Spencer finds you passed out on the ground after you didn’t answer his calls.

Blind Date JJ couldn’t bear to watch Spencer go through life on his own anymore, so she decided to introduce him to one of her friends.

Anchor Spencer returns home and finds his girlfriend in the bathtub. (+18)

Cold winter days The heater is broken, but your boyfriend knows a way to get you warm.(+18)

First Kick Spencer decors the nursery room for his first-born daughter.

Read me to Sleep Spencer takes care of his children.

Fear of the Water, Spencer finds out that his girlfriend is a single mother.

Duties of a loving boyfriend As Y/N doesn’t arrive at the office, her concerned boyfriend takes care of her.

Breakfast at Spencer’s After days and nights spent with renovating the new home, Spencer surprises his girlfriend with breakfast in bed.

Meet me in the woods Spencer invites his girlfriend to a lovely picnic.

Period PainSpencer helps his girlfriend through her period.

You’re are good enough After Spencer heard you don’t think you’re good enough, he has to show how much he loves you. (+18)

Dean Winchester

Love me, Y/N returns crying from a date and is met by Dean, who she thought would be at a bar.

Never leave me, A hunt for vampires goes wrong and Dean has to find Y/N before it is too late.

Unloveable Dean lets his girlfriend know how much he loves her after she recieved comments about her body.

Bucky Barnes

Winds of Winter Bucky has to save his girlfriend from Hydra’s claws before it´s too late.

Dance with me, Bucky Barnes falls for an unknown beautiful woman.

Scent of Home Bucky attended one of Tony´s parties and returns to his small family.

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Dean has been tense distracted and distant lately and you know he's keeping something big from you he always did when things were really dangerous but this time something was different but you had been keeping something from him too something you couldn't hide any longer

You had been waiting for things to get better lighter happier but you were just going to have to tell him

You made his favorite dinner and pie stocked his favorite beer and had been practicing in your mind how to tell him you were pregnant

Dean wasn't as happy with the meal and dessert as you thought he would be. He tried to put on a happy face but he barley ate and your nerves caused you to tip toe around the subject

Suddenly Dean got serious he began to start an argument with you and you argued back as the argument heated up you finally decided youd had enough and started to say you were pregnant

i know why your upset dean you're just scared and want to protect me but i have to tell you im.. but he kept yelling and then he said or yelled the unthinkable I don't want to marry you! I don't want to have children with you! there is no future for us it's over!

He was holding back tears but you couldn't see them through your own tears you were devastated you heart was instantly crushed he could see the hurt all over your face and started to apologize but you turned on your heal and left the bunker running to your car you didn't know if he was following you your broken heart was pounding in chest. You peeled out and didn't stop until you were far enough away then you pulled over and cried yourself to sleep

Dean didn't follow you quickly not realizing you intended on leaving

When you woke you felt raw but knew what you had to do You had to get a new identity, a background and a career if you were going to raise a child alone and you had to ditch your phone and all of your old aliases and contacts.

Dean hoped you would come back to get your things and that He could apologize and separate on friendlier terms he didn't know you were pregnant he only wanted to protect you and if things went well when it was all over he'd do anything to make it up to you

But you didn't return. he and Sammy called everyone trying to find you even tried tracking your phone but you'd vanished..

Your new identity was yfn Thompson you were an accountant for a big law firm and you found a great home. ou used stolen credit cards at first but stopped as soon as you had honest money coming in

You were bewildered when the ultrasound tech told you it was twins..

Dean searched for you but no sign of harm natural or supernatural ever popped up and Sammy helped him see you didn't want to be found.

It was only when something supernatural happened close to your new life that brought Dean back to you.

You decided not to take maturnity leave during your pregnancy because you'd need every penny you could get, it was hard but surprisingly were seemed to be cut out for it and made the best of it (by sheer will and everytime your heart ached for Dean you put him out of your mind and focused on feeling good and being healthy for your babies)

Whenbyou arrived at work onebmorning to discover one of o your coworkers had been murdered in the office you became anxious but with you pregnancy being in the final term you were too preoccupied to consider it was anything supernatural you were busy preparing your hospital bag meal prepping cleaning and other typical nesting duties and you felt a little relief that you never had to work late the building was always busy during your working hours

Dean and Sammy thought they were just investigating another possible supernatural killing when they spotted you very pregnant and ready to pop

You seemed happy and doing well

But Dean had know if his girl or his ex girl was carrying his child

He thought back on that night what he said to you and knew deep down the truth

But he had to talk to you with the past danger he had tried to protect you from over he couldn't just let you go again

I kind of imagine him walking upto her with bit surprised eyes like he's happy but cant believe shes there and obviously pregnant and she is shocked to see him.

hed start asking her what shes doing there and says something funny but maybe stupid about her being pregnant and she is just angry and hurt the pain of their breakup surfacing and the pain of going through pregnancy alone

She'd go into labor or maybe false labor and there would be a cheesy fluffy make up scene in the hospital and dean and Sammy would be there were the twins were born

If anyone reads this I hope you like it if you want to use it as is or change it let me know you did and feel free to.

#supernatural #dean x reader #dean x yn #hurt fluff #pregnant #dean winchester #sam winchester

[spnexploration]

Bad timing

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader

Summary: Set in season 5, what happens when Dean and Sam are trying to avoid angels and demons at every turn, but then Sam's girlfriend falls pregnant?

Tags: Sam angst, pregnancy, protective Winchesters, maybe a bit of hurt/comfort

Warnings: small amount of swearing, canon-typical violence. No smut.

Word count: 2.5k

Now with a Part 2!

I’d met Sam and Dean through Ellen and Jo, done a few hunts with them. Flirted a lot with Sam, before finally progressing to hooking up with him. Every so often, maybe weeks apart, sometimes months, our paths would cross and we'd fall into each other's arms again.

I knew Sam and Dean were having issues with angels and demons after them, but I didn't know the specifics. They were pretty cagey about the topic, and I didn't press it.

I’d taken a couple of days off hunting, as I never felt at the top of my game when my period arrived. Too many cramps, always hitting at the worst moment. So I’d get a hotel room and veg for a couple of days.

But it didn't arrive.

Ok, sometimes these things are a couple of days late. I did some research on cases, expecting it to arrive any hour, any day now.

Nada. Nothing.

I started to panic when it was now more than a little late. I reluctantly made my way to the local pharmacy, face feeling hot as I paid for a box of pregnancy tests and headed back to the motel.

Then the impossible two-minute wait after I peed on the stick.

Two lines.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

I held my phone in my hand, Sam’s contact on the screen. I nearly clicked dial a dozen times, but didn't.

Eventually, I sent him a text.

📱Hey Sam. Need to chat. Urgently. Where are you?

He rang instantly, concern in his voice. I told him it was something I had to say in person, couldn't be done on the phone. I was pretty sure he thought it was information about the demons, and I didn't dissuade him of that assumption. We teed up a town to meet in, tomorrow.

I got in the car and drove.

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“Hey, kid,” Dean said, walking into my hotel room. I was a year younger than Sam, hardly a kid.

Sam followed behind him, walking past Dean to give me a hug. I turned away from his kiss, terrified of telling him. “What's wrong?” Sam said, concern painted all over his face.

“Uh, can we chat alone?” I asked Sam quietly.

“That's my cue to leave, I see,” Dean said, standing up. “I'll be outside.” He left.

I turned to Sam, embarrassed and unable to meet his eye.

“What is it?” he asked gently, his hands on my arms.

“I'm- I'm pregnant,” I said cautiously. “Surprise!” I added half-sarcastically.

He pulled me into a hug, tucking my head under his chin. I started to cry against his chest.

“Hey, hey, it's ok,” he said, rubbing my back.

I calmed down and pulled back, meeting his eyes. He didn't seem upset, which I’d been worried about.

“Have you thought what you want to do?” he asked, a little hesitantly.

“Do you want me to get rid of it?” I asked him.

He paused for a second, clearly considering. “No,” he said earnestly, looking into my eyes deeply. “But if you do, I'll support you.”

I grabbed him and hugged him again. “I don't know what I want, but I don't think I want that. Oh, I don't know!” I cried to him.

“We don't have to make a decision now,” he reassured me.

I calmed down again, and pulled away from the hug again. Sam sat on the bed and pulled me to sit on his lap.

“We have to tell Dean,” Sam said, studying my face for my reaction.

“Already?”

“I'm sorry, but yes,” he replied. “Dean and I have a lot going on, angels and demons and every other thing after us. He needs to know.” I nodded and he phoned Dean, telling him to come back up.

“Do you want to say or will I?” Sam whispered to me, as I heard Dean approaching the door.

“Me,” I whispered back.

Dean came in, noting that I was sitting on Sam’s lap. It occurred to me that he might have thought I wanted to break up the arrangement with Sam, and this was evidence to the contrary.

“Hey Dean, we uh, have some news... I'm pregnant.”

He froze for half a second.

“Congratulations,” he said, a bit gruffly. Emotional moments were never his strong point. His eyes flicked to Sam and it looked like there was some unspoken conversation there, “I'll get the car ready. Is there anything you need from your car?” he asked me.

“Wait, what?” I asked, looking between the two of them. “Where are we going?”

“Bobby’s,” they both said, not quite simultaneously but close to it.

“Why would we need to go there?”

“He's got a demon-proof panic room,” Dean replied.

“What?! I'm not hiding in a demon-proof panic room for 9 months!”

Sam tried to rub my back reassuringly. “You don't need to be there all the time.”

“Oh, what, but sometimes you're going to phone and I'm going to be a good little girl and go sit in my box?” I spat at him.

“Lucifer is after Sam,” Dean said, locking eyes with me. “He has already tried to torture me to force Sam to say yes to him. What do you think he's going to do when he finds out that not only does Sam have a girl, but she's pregnant with his child?”

“This is ridiculous, I have looked after myself fine up until now and I will continue to do so! What about my job?”

“You're not hunting,” Dean said with finality, as though it was his decision.

“The hell I'm not!”

“Y/n,” Sam said more gently, and I turned my attention to him. “What's going to happen when a demon throws you against a wall? Or you get kicked or stabbed?” His hand moved over my belly. “I don't want to risk either of you,” he said lovingly, looking at me with his puppy dog eyes.

I sighed. “Fine, we can go to Bobby's. But I'm still not living in a panic room.”

“Thank you,” Sam said, kissing my forehead.

“And I'm taking my car.”

“No,” Dean interjected. “I'm driving.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed again.

---

It would apparently take us more than a week to get to Bobby's. I refused to let Dean and Sam drive all day and all night, taking turns to sleep in the backseat. I’d had to refuse to get back in the car after a toilet break before they would agree to stopping overnight, but I'd won that argument.

I'd lost the argument about being left alone or doing anything by myself. I wasn't even allowed to go for walk. Both Winchesters seemed to have turned their protective streak as high as it could go, not letting me out of their sight.

The first night, Sam had gone to get dinner and returned with a bag full of pregnancy multivitamins, ginger tablets for morning sickness and skin moisturiser. He shrugged at me, “It's what the lady in the pharmacy said a pregnant woman would want.”

It was now day 3. We pulled into another random town, got a room at the motel. I begged them to let us go out for dinner, sick of just seeing the car and motel rooms. “I'm pregnant, I'm not made of porcelain!” I yelled.

Sam shrugged at Dean, and Dean reluctantly sighed and agreed. These boys were ridiculous.

We headed to the local pub, getting burgers, beers and my lemon, lime and bitters. It was nice to be out, seeing people and sitting at an actual table instead of eating take-away sitting on a motel bed or in the car. The boys were both tense and on alert, but at least I could also get them to crack a smile.

---

I woke the next morning and couldn't feel Sam in the bed. I opened my eyes, surprised to find Sam and Dean hunched over a laptop at the little table in the corner, whispering to each other.

“What's going on?” I asked, worried.

“Looks like demon activity in this town,” Sam answered.

“Why are we still here?”

“We don't know if they've seen us. And we are still hunters...” He glanced at Dean, it seemed like there had been some disagreement on this point before I woke up.

“I'm going to do some recon,” Dean said, standing up.

“Give me a minute and I'll be ready to come,” I said, pulling back the covers.

“No!” Both Winchesters exclaimed, simultaneously.

“Seriously?!” It was like being a child, first they wouldn't let me go anywhere without one of them and now they wouldn't even let me do that.

“It’s not safe,” Sam said with his big doe eyes.

“Fine,” I huffed.

Dean left.

---

Dean brought some dinner home with him. It had been a boring and tense day, unable to leave the room and with Sam clearly on edge. Not exactly the ‘spend a day in a motel room alone with your boyfriend’ scenario that magazines would talk about.

I went to the bathroom and came back to Dean and Sam speaking in hushed tones on the other side of the room.

“Am I cramping your style?” I asked, frustrated at being excluded.

“There's just a lot going on,” Sam said apologetically to me, before turning back to his brother and seeming to continue their conversation through the medium of significant looks alone.

“I need to go stake out the building they're in,” Dean said to me, moving towards the door.

“No, you need to sleep,” Sam said. “I'll stake it out.”

“I'm fine, Sammy.”

“You’ve been out all day, you'll stay there all night, and you'll still insist on driving tomorrow morning. I'll go and I can sleep in the car while you're lead footing us out of here once we're happy it's safe.”

Sam and Dean glared at each other until Dean finally conceded. Sam gave me a kiss goodbye before heading off.

---

I woke up to a hand over my mouth in the dark of the room. I started to struggle before my brain interpreted my vision enough to realise it was Dean. He held his other index finger up to his lip, a clear ‘stay quiet’ signal. I nodded and he took his hand away from my mouth.

“Power’s been cut,” he whispered in to my ear. “Take these,” he handed me a large container of salt, a gun, and my phone, “and barricade yourself into the bathroom. Message Sam.”

He pulled the covers back off me and guided me to my feet, marching me to the bathroom with his hand around my upper arm. “Do not open this door for any reason,” he continued, still whispering.

“Dean-“ I started to reply.

“I don't care if you think I'm dead, you do not open this door,” he hissed. “You understand?”

I reluctantly nodded and he carefully shut the door, avoiding making any noise. I quickly poured the salt out in a line behind the door and on the small windowsill. Then I pulled my phone out and texted Sam.

📱Power cut. Dean worried. Are you ok? What's happening with the demons?

I heard the motel room door bang open. I quickly typed

📱Someone’s here

I could hear a scuffle going on, but couldn't make out what they were saying to each other. The wall shook and I heard loud crashes. I hoped it wasn't Dean being thrown around like a ragdoll.

I nearly opened the door to help him dozens of times, but I stopped myself. He had been very, very insistent that I not do it, and I remembered Sam’s fear about me being injured and losing the baby. I clutched the gun and gritted my teeth to the sounds.

Sometimes there were pauses. Then there was a long silence, which was somehow worse than the fight sounds. What if they'd killed Dean? Did they know I was here?

After what felt like an eternity, there were more crashes and bangs. And then silence again.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when there was knocking on the bathroom door. Real professional, I thought at myself angrily.

“Don't shoot,” I heard Sam say as he opened the heavy door. “Are you ok?” he asked me.

“I'm fine,” I said, crashing into him for a hug. He led me out of the bathroom and I saw Dean, sitting slumped against a wall, blood running down his face.

“Dean!” I exclaimed, running to him. “What happened?”

“3 demons,” Sam said, getting down to help Dean up. “He got 1 of them but the other two had nearly killed him when I got here, but I was able to surprise them and we finished them both off.” Sam took Dean to his bed and sat him down.

“Oh my God, I'm so sorry Dean, I could have helped!” I gushed, feeling incredibly guilty.

“No,” he said sharply, although clearly exhausted. “I'll be fine.”

“Get your things,” Sam said to me. “I'm going to clean Dean's wounds and then we're going.”

We got Dean into the backseat of the Impala to rest, and Sam jumped into the driver's seat. “You know, I can drive,” I said to him.

He smiled at me, although it didn't reach his eyes. “Maybe later, I'm not sure how much avoiding demons we’re going to need to do.”

---

We drove almost non-stop for 3 more days, rotating through drivers. Dean even let me drive his precious car, but only on the highway in daylight.

We made it to Bobby's in one piece. I was not expecting Bobby to be an older guy in a wheelchair, how do you even survive to be an older hunter?

Sam showed me the panic room. He seemed like he was worried I was going to blow up in his face.

“Do you think this is necessary?” I asked him.

“I'm worried about you, Y/n,” he said, hands holding my waist. “And Dean's not wrong, they will come after you and try to use you against me.”

“Why does Lucifer want you so badly?”

He hesitated.

“Seriously, I'm pregnant with your baby and I can't know?!” I pushed Sam’s hands off me, a week's worth of frustration of being babysat and kept in the dark spilling out of me.

“I just- it's not something I tell people. I'm sorry.”

“Does Bobby know?”

“Yes,” he admitted.

“Fuck this!” I yelled, marching past him to the open door.

He caught my arm and tugged on it for me to look at him. I was about to give him more of a piece of my mind, when he opened his mouth.

“I'm Lucifer’s vessel.”

“You're what?” I exclaimed, confused.

“His vessel. His meatsuit. He wants to possess me.”

“Oh.” I took a moment to reflect. “Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“Now what?”

He put his hands on my waist again and I didn't stop him. “Tomorrow, Dean and I are continuing our journey to stop him.”

“You're leaving? So soon?”

“I'm sorry,” he said, puppy dog eyes on full.

“Are you going to be ok?”

“I don't know."

I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck and he pulled me into a hug. I cried against his chest.

“What- what about me and the baby?”

“Bobby will look after you.”

“And what if they find us?”

There was a long pause. “I don't know,” he admitted again quietly. I felt his tears fall on to my face, mixing with my own.

The next day he left.

#sam winchester #sam winchester angst #sam winchester fic #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #pregnant reader #sam angst

[lila-lou]

✨Needy✨

Summary: Jensen finally comes home after weeks of filming and shows you how much he missed you.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Language, smut, pregnant reader

Word Count: 2477

A/N: No hate towards anybody. It's just fiction.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

"How do you feel?".

You were currently laying on your large sofa in the living room, your head resting on your left hand while your right hand caressed your belly.

“I’m fine Jay, really”, you smiled at your boyfriend, who was walking over to you with a beer and an orange juice. He looked beyond tired and exhausted. Not surprising considering he only landed four hours ago.

Austin wasn't known for large snowfalls in the winter, so this exceptional situation had led to complications with flights. Jensen's already long flight landed over three hours late, which didn't help his mood. When he saw his pregnant fiancée curled up on the sofa with a broken rib, he was more than pissed. Jensen had only endured the last few weeks on set because he was clinging to the thought that he would soon be able to hold you in his arms again. You and your unborn baby. You've been calling each other every night for the past two weeks to pass the wait, but not once have you mentioned your broken rib.

“Here you go”, Jensen tried to say as nicely as he could while handing you the orange juice, but all the words that came out of his mouth were mumbled. He actually knew that he shouldn't ruin the evening with a bad mood, but the last few weeks had taken a toll on him and his nerves were frayed. Not only was everything going haywire on set, but he also missed you. You were five months pregnant and he felt like he had already missed everything.

You gratefully accepted the glass and took a long sip before setting it aside. Jensen stared blankly at the television, which was playing a horror movie.

“Hey”, you sighed, taking his free hand in yours. “I just didn’t want to burden you unnecessarily. You were always so worried about me and the Baby and with all the stress on set, I thought you wouldn't have to worry about more. I went to the doctor and it’s not that bad”, you tried to explain yourself, but Jensen just rolled his eyes.

“(y/n), you are carrying our child! Do you really think there is something more important at the moment than you and your well-being?”, he replied, still slightly irritated. Of course Jensen was worried and you loved him more than anything for that, but sometimes he could be really overprotective.

“If I promise you, that I won't withhold anything from you anymore, can we please end the evening somewhat peacefully? You didn’t even kiss me when you came in”, you murmur towards the end. Jensen took a long sip of beer and sighed in resignation. Of course he knew he was acting like an ass and that you absolutely didn't deserve that, but he was just worried and stressed.

"You're right. I'm sorry. It's just... the last few weeks have been really stressful and... I feel like I've already missed so much with the little worm", Jensen admitted a little desperately before gently pulling you into his arms. “Besides, I missed you terribly”, he kissed your head lightly.

“Jay… I’m only five months pregnant. We still have four long and wonderful months ahead of us before things get tricky with you being away. You haven't missed anything yet. Except maybe my morning sickness and trust me, you should be glad you weren't there". You tried your best to lighten the mood a little, even if it really wasn't easy. Slowly but surely you could feel him relax. “I hope so”, he murmured before pulling your face to his and finally placing his lips on yours.

“Now tell me about the shoot”, you whispered against his lips with a big grin. While Jensen started talking about his new colleagues and the set, you made yourself comfortable in his arms and pulled the blanket a little higher.

Almost a year ago you moved in with Jensen. You previously had a pretty stressful long-distance relationship. While you were completing your studies in Seattle, Jensen was mostly in Toronto filming “The Boys”. In his free time, he often took the opportunity to spend time with his three children in Austin. Since he was always on the plane, jumping from appointment to appointment, you were usually the one who visited him. It quickly became clear that Jensen wasn't leaving Austin to move in with you, so you had no choice but to leave Seattle.

Luckily you already liked Austin and settled in very quickly.

Jensen had no plans to have any more children, and you hadn't thought about children either. But after your delayed and somewhat escalated housewarming party, contraception wasn't particularly emphasized.

The moment you finally told Jensen about the pregnancy was probably the worst moment of your life. You were so afraid to tell him that it took you forever to say the words without them being swallowed up by your sobs.

Of course, Jensen was anything but enthusiastic, after all, he already had three wonderful children and after his divorce from Danneel, he was happy to take things a little slower with you. However, it didn't take long for him to come to terms with the idea of becoming a father for the fourth time. He still had bad days every now and then where he worried it would all be too much, but overall, he did very well. And now he couldn't wait to finally hold the little munchkin in his arms.

While Jensen told you about his time on set, now in more detail than on the phone, his hand, somewhat distracted, stroked your small baby bump.

“Are you coming to the doctor’s appointment tomorrow? My doctor said we might be able to tell the gender”. Jensen continued to hold you tightly in his arms, your legs crossed over his lap and your head resting lightly on his biceps as he looked down at you.

“Of course, I’ll come”, he kissed your nose. “It’s just the three of us for the next two weeks”. His gaze moved from your eyes down to your belly.

“Is it kicking yet?”, Jensen’s eyes sparkled slightly. You'd think that after three kids he would already know it all, but unfortunately, he was on set for most of his ex-wife's two pregnancies and so wasn't as involved as he would have liked.

“Well, I definitely feel the movements, but they are hardly real kicks. In about 6 weeks you should be able to feel the kicks”, you told him as you watched his hand move in light circles over your belly.

After a while Jensen looked up again. “Being pregnant suits you”, he grinned at you, making you roll your eyes with a chuckle.

“You know how to make a woman blush”, you replied, playfully hitting his chest.

Jensen leaned down to you and pressed his lips lightly to the spot under your ear.

“I know damn well how to make a woman come too”, he whispered harshly to you.

You couldn't help but press your thighs together as a shiver ran down your spine. Despite the fact that you had been together for so long, Jensen still had a strong effect on you. "You think so?", You breathed as he started kissing your neck.

You giggled, your breath hitching slightly. You did not receive an immediate response. Instead, Jensen pulled you onto his lap in one quick movement. As you straddled his legs, he grabbed your ass somewhat roughly with both hands and pushed you closer to him. His lips slid down your neck, leaving wet kisses behind.

“It’s been far too long, sweetheart,” he murmured deeply, his breath hot against your soft skin.

While he kept one hand flat on your lower back, he slipped his other hand into your sweatpants before leaning in to kiss you.

“Actually, I imagined our reunion a little differently”, you whispered against his slightly parted lips, which only lightly touched yours. “With fancy and hot underwear, you know?”.

Jensen couldn't help but laugh lightly, but he stopped with a deep moan when he felt how wet you already were. “Shit baby, I’ve barely touched you and you’re already dripping”, he grinned slightly arrogant. If you weren't so incredibly turned on, you probably would have rolled your eyes. Jensen gently rubbed his fingertips over your soaked clit, making you moan immediately.

“Jensen”, you whined as he continued to tease your clit.

Your eyes were barely open, but you knew Jensen was grinning to himself. You could feel it on your lips.

“Pleaaaase,” you grabbed his thighs and leaned back further so he could get a perfect angle, despite your little baby bump.

“I´ve got you”, he grinned, slipping his middle finger inside you. A soft gasp escaped you as Jensen curled his finger and hit your sweet spot. As he added a second finger, you dug your nails into his skin. “Fuck”, you let out a throaty moan.

“You’re even tighter than usual, baby. I guess I really left you alone for too long”. Your eyes were closed as you were completely absorbed in the feeling your fiancé was giving you.

“Ugh… you did”, you agreed as your eyes met.

With a jerk he pushed your upper body closer to his again and pulled his fingers out of you. No matter how much he loved teasing you, it had been far too long since the last time he could truly feel you.

His arms wrapped tightly around you as he pressed his lips to yours again. “Shit, I missed you so much”, Jensen murmured against your lips, making your heart beat faster.

“I missed you too”, you answered barely audible.

Within seconds, Jensen laid you on your back, tugging your sweatpants and panties off your legs before kneeling on the sofa in front of you, looking at you expectantly. “Touch yourself”, he ordered before you watched as he deftly unbuckled his belt. He loved watching you, almost as much as you loved watching him.

Even though you did this a thousand times, you couldn't stop the blush from rising on your face.

Nevertheless, your fingers found their way to your wet heat as if by themselves. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you felt your own wetness. You carefully dip a finger inside yourself, making you breath heavily. By now Jensen already had his throbbing erection in his hand.

“Just like this Babygirl”, he groaned, switching his gaze between your heated face and your spread legs. Your head fell back into the soft couch cushions as you adjusted to the feeling of your finger sliding through your wet folds. Jensen tried everything to hold onto himself and watch you longer, but the desire to bury himself inside you overwhelmed him.

“Fuck it”, he muttered, freeing himself from his jeans and boxers before leaning over you and pressing his lips greedily to yours. You could already feel his hardness against your pussy when Jensen broke the kiss to take off your shirt. “Fuck, they’ve gotten huge”, he whispered as he massaged your left breast over your bra. You couldn't help but grin when you saw his lustful look. “Do you want to keep talking and teasing or finally start fucking me, Ackles?”, you challenged him, your hands sliding under his shirt and tugging at the hem impatiently.

“So needy”, he grinned down at you, pulling his shirt over his head so you could immediately run your hands over his strong chest and broad shoulders before pulling him closer to you by his biceps.

“I’m going to fuck your tight pussy so good”, he groaned, hovering over you again as he took his cock in his hand and lined himself up with your wet folds.

You shuddered as he pushed himself into you until he bottomed out, stretching you almost painfully and letting out the deepest moan you've ever heard.

"Shit honey, you´re okay?", he chuckled, but actually looked a little worried. It took a few seconds until you found your breath and therefore your voice again. "Yeah... I just... almost forgot how big you are", you admitted.

“Well, after tonight you won’t forget it in a hurry”, he winked at you with a grin.

With that, he withdrew completely and spread your wetness with his tip, sliding it between your glistening folds. Jensen's gaze was literally glued between your legs and you could see in his eyes how much that turned him on. “Jay…please,” you begged, wiggling your hips, trying so hard to get him back in. He responded instantly to your requests and pushed his swollen cock into you again, making you moan loudly. As he thrusted into you harder than he had since you were pregnant, he firmly grabbed your hips and pushed them up from the soft fabric of the couch to thrust into you from a better angle. He hit your sweet spot over and over again, which had got you close within a few minutes. “Jay… I’m…”, your hands grip his wrist as you arch your back desperately. "I know, baby. Just a few more minutes", he moaned, watching your breast bounce in your bra with every hard thrust he gave you. Your lips met again, taking the breath away from both of you. You could feel his hot breath in your mouth again and again as he tried to suppress his moans. “You’re so fucking tight, baby”, he groaned against your swollen lips.

By now you were just mumbling pleas and desperately wanted him to allow you to come.

“Cum for me (y/n)”, his lips trailed down your neck, sucking on your delicate skin. Those few words were all you needed to squeeze his cock even tighter. With loud moans and closed eyes, you finally came.

“Fuck baby”, his voice cracked as he felt you clenching around him.

Seconds later, you could feel him spilling his cum inside you as his head fell back down on your shoulder. His deep moan against your collarbone sends shivers down your spine, creating even more sparks in your stomach as you live out the rest of your orgasm.

It took you both quite a while to catch your breath, still overwhelmed by the feeling.

Jensen held his position a little longer. When you finally felt your heart stop racing, you let out a quiet chuckle, brought on by your thoughts, which you immediately said out loud. “I’m not on the pill”, you whispered, stroking strands of his soft hair while his face was still buried in the croock of your neck.

"Well, I can't knock you up any more than I already did, can I?", he grinned and slowly raised his head.

“I guess not”, you grin, pulling his face to yours and kissing him gently.

“I really missed you”, he whispered as your eyes met.

-

Part2

#jensen ackles #spn #dean winchester #smut #jensen x reader #jensen ackles x reader #jensen x y/n #jensen x you #jensen ackles x you #jensen ackles x y/n #pregnant

[losa12308]

OKAY BUT HOLD ON! WHAT IF YOU WERE GOING TO SURPRISE DEAN AND MAKE HIM BREAKFAST AND GIVE HIM A GIFT (positive pregnancy test) AND WHEN YOU WAKE UP HE LEFT FOR A HUNT WITHOUT A NOTE OR ANYTHING SO YOU THINK SOMEONE KIDNAPPED HIM OR WORSE HE LEFT YOU AND HE COMES BACK AND DOESN'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOUR PISSED AND YOU TELL HIM AND WHILE HE WAS GONE YOU STARTED SHOWING AND YOU TOOK OFF YOUR SWEATER AND YOU HAD THE TINYEST LITTLE BABY BUMP BUT DEAN NOTICES BECAUSE IT'S DEAN AND HE IS JUST OVER THE MOON AND HE CONFESSED THAT HE REALLY HOPES IT'S A LITTLE GIRL AND I AM DYING BRB GONNA GO WRITE THIS!!!!!

#angst #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #Dean winchester x pregnant!reader #Dean winchester is the Love of my life #OMG NEED TO WRITE THIS ASAP

[countrymusiclover]

Sorry ya'll I am having writers block on these and I am really really trying to finish my other books before I write more 😅 ❤️ 😅 😅 hint the word trying because I am not doing a very good job at the moment

#tony stark fic #tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #tony stark x y/n #stark's phoenix widow #dean winchester x reader fanfiction #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x y/n #hunter of my heart #love is so uncivilized #obi wan kenobi fanfiction #obi wan fic #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x pregnant reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x you #obi wan x reader #comments really appreciated

[kimberkingrivers]

I’m looking for a I don’t know if it was a drabble or a one shot,

The boys save reader from a dinji, and it been several weeks and they can’t figure out why she is still depressed. Not that she doesn’t have reason to be, but they’re worried about her. What they don’t know is she was “dreamland” I don’t know what to call it. For over a year, while she was there she got pregnant.

She finally tells the boys, They freak out a little thinking she was pregnant in their world.

Anyway I don’t have any idea who wrote it so I have no clue where to start. If anyone has an idea I’d really appreciate it.

Thank you.

#looking for a old post #why can’t I find it? #also why can’t I let this dream go? #I can still feel her arms around me neck? #I need to get to work but I really want to find this fic again #supernatural #Sam and Dean #Dean and reader #dean x reader #pregnant reader #rants and ramblings #please help me #I’m probably crazy