Supernatural Imagines

Preference x Reader

Imagine.... You're pregnant. (Preference)

Dean:

You stand in front of the mirror, taking in your features. You were late and you hadn't been feeling well.
Sam and Dean had left you at the motel you were staying at because the hunt turned out to be more dangerous than they thought. While they were gone you when to the store and got a pregnancy test.

Sam and Dean had gotten back from the hunt and gone to get dinner, and pie of course.

You take a deep breath and close your eyes. Your knees become weak and you lean against the sink. After you take in a few more breaths and gain some courage, you glance up at the clock and sigh. Ten more seconds and you can look.

You count down and flip over the stick. You breath hitches in your throat and your knees become weak again. You drop to the floor and clutch the stick close to your chest, your eyes watering.

It's positive. You're going to be a mother, and Dean will be the father. Oh no, the past couple days you had been so focused on the fact that you might be pregnant, that you hadn't thought about Dean!

Just then you hear the door to the motel open. You panic and throw the stick the garbage. "Hey y/n! We're back!" Sam yells. "They didn't have pie!" Dean shouts, then you hear the door slam closed.

You wipe the tears that spilt onto your cheeks and open the door. Sam stands at the table, taking things out of the fast food bags and separating them. Dean smiles when he sees you. "There you are." He says, placing his hands on your hips and kissing you on the forehead lightly. When he pulls back he smiles down at you, then his expression changes and his brows furrow.

"What's wrong?" His says quietly. You should've known, he can always see straight through you. You glance over at Sam and look back at Dean with an utterly fake smile. "Nothing." You say, shaking your head slightly.

"Ah man, we forgot to get drinks Dean! You were so focused on getting pie, and distracted me!" Sam says, mocking a pout and his famous puppy dog eyes. You chuckle at his childness and turn towards the door. "I got it. I think I saw a vending machine a few doors down." You give Dean a quick look, hoping he knows to follow and close the door behind you.

You take a few deep breaths and walk over to Baby, sliding up on the hood. A few moment later Dean walks out and sits beside you. There is a few minutes of silence while you gather your courage.

You spin to face him and he does the same. "Dean.. I... I'm." You can't even get the words out before tears well up in your eyes again. What if he leaves you? What if he says he's not ready and dumps you on the side of the road?

You push away the negative thoughts and take another deep breath, it shakes on the way in and out.

"Dean, I... I'm pregnant." You say and look down at your lap. You expect him to blow up, start saying things like this is all your fault, and you ruined his life, but he doesn't. He doesn't say anything for what seems like forever, he just sits facing the highway and staring into the distance.

"Dean, please say something." Your voice comes out sounding vulnerable and broken. He turns to face you and you notice that he has a tear running down his cheek.

"I'm going to be a father." He breaks into a wide grin. You're shocked at first but then you nod, even though he didn't state it like a question. He slides on the hood so you are right next to each other and pulls you into a tight hug.

In the arms of the man you love you finally completely let go, and let the tears fall, soaking his shirt.

"It's gonna be okay." Dean whispers in your ear, while stroking your hair. Somehow you just know he's right.