𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

we did it | sam x reader

type: fluff
warnings: short, hella cute

imagine: telling sam that you're pregnant

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You looked at the pregnancy test with wide, teary eyes. Positive.

You and Sam had been married for just over two years, and you'd been trying to have a baby. Your pregnancies never turned out well. You had been in an endless cycle of terror that you might lose one more.

Your eyes were practically glowing at the sight. You had a feeling in your gut that this would be the one. This one would survive. More tears fell out of your eyes as you let out a shriek of excitement.

•

You held two small, wrapped boxes in your hands as you entered the bunker. You had a huge smile on your face.

The boys sat at the world table, looking very tired. You hopped down the steps, still grinning widely. Dean perked up his head, proclaiming, "Hey, Y/N. What's up with the boxes?"

"Just a little gift I got you guys," You giggled, approaching the table. Sam glanced at you, then the box, and then back at you.

"Just a gift?" He asked. "I mean it's not anyone's big day, right?"

"I'm trying to do something nice," You replied, setting down the boxes. You slid the red plaid one to Dean, and the blue plain one to Sam. "If you don't want to open it, that's up to you. I doubt you'll want to miss out on the present though."

Sam hesitantly opened his gift, wavering for Dean to do the same. You gripped the back of a chair tightly, your smile still standing brightly.

Sam picked up a white mug out of the box. He examined the back side, before turning it around to see the words, 'World's Best Dad.'

He gaped at the words, then looking at Dean's present: A mug that read, '#1 Uncle.'

Sam spring to his feet with an excited smile. "Are you?" He asked happily.

"I'm pregnant," You declared with a peppy tone. Dean let out a whoop, and Sam ran over to you, swinging you in a circle. You giggled as he set you down, pressing a loving kiss on his lips.

As you broke off, he held you to his chest, tears rolling down his face. "I love you," Sam rejoiced. He knelt down, planting a small kiss on your stomach. "And I love you too."

He stood back up and you gave him another quick kiss. "We did it," You cried. "We really did it."

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{shelby}
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