Imagine: You and Dean getting into a fight and so he leaves. But you end up being pregnant.
(Y/b/f/n): your best friends name
"JUST GO!" Dean yelled at you. He had already thrown a beer bottle at you. But he missed and it shattered behind you. His words were breaking you every time.
"FINE!!" You yelled back. Grabbing your duffel bag in hand throwing yourself out the door slamming it roughly behind you. You arrived at your friends' house. Tears staining your face. She wrapped you in a hug. She knew exactly what was happening. After all, it wasn't the first time you showed up on her door step with your duffel bag in your hand and your face stained with tears. You cried yourself to sleep that night. (Y/b/f/n) didn't leave your side until you were in a peaceful slumber.
The next morning you woke up and took a shower. You pulled out a pregnancy test. You got instant shock.
Positive.
That word you were scared of ever hearing. You were pregnant with Deans' kid. Would he leave you like the rest? What about hunting? Should you even tell him? Abortion? You crossed that out of your mind. You were pregnant with the kid of the man that you loved more than yourself. You started to get frustrated with the subject. You threw the pregnancy test away. Walking out, (y/b/f/n) looked at you. You had currently put on a sports bra and jean shorts. You walked over to her and stood side ways in front of her. She gave you a confused look. You rubbed your stomach lightly. She instantly gave you a look of shock then, jumped up and hugged you.
"Wait? Deans'?" (Y/b/f/n) questioned. You looked down and nodded you pulled your favorite top out of your bag and pulled it over your head.
"I don't even know how to confront him about it. What if he thinks its just a way of making him say he's sorry and rejects me? What if he tells me to get rid of him or her?" You asked questions of rejection flooding through your mind.
"Well, I would at least try to confront him about it. " (Y/B/F/N) said as she sat next to you.
"Yeah. I guess I'm just nervous or something." You shook the feeling in your stomach of butterflies. You fixed your hair in a messy bun walking back to the motel room you last saw Sam and Dean.
When you got to the motel room you knocked on the door. No answer. You knocked again. No answer.
"Dean.. C'mon! I have something to tell you. " You yelled through the door. Still no answer. You picked a bobby pin out of your hair. And picked the lock. You opened the door to no one there. There was a note left on one of the beds.
(Y/N), hey, Dean has refused to stay here any longer and he turned off all his phones. He even made me turn off mine. Well, since this fight was worse you might not hear from us in a while. But hey. Your choice to track us down.
-Sam
You knew that tracking them was never going to work. It never did. You can't track the Winchesters out of all people. You sat down on the bed. Thinking about the baby. If he ever returns. You thought. A tear rolled down your cheek.
