Imagine: Being taken in by the Winchesters as a kid and growing up with them. When you get pregnant on the road and decide to keep the baby, the guys give you their support, but not without hesitation. When they see you getting your kid into bed one night, they decide to tell you how they feel.
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"Goodnight, baby," I said, rubbing my sons head and giving him a kiss on the forehead.
"Goodnight, Mommy," August replied.
"I love you more than anything in this world," I told him, and he grinned up at me.
I decided to leave him to go to bed, standing up from his bedside and shutting off his light. I sighed, walking over to the door. I turned one last time, looking at August, who was already fast asleep, and smiled. He was the light of my life. I loved him with everything in me.
I shut the door, turning toward the hall. I walked into the main room, where the boys were sitting at the map table, having a beer. They looked up at me.
"So, he went down pretty easy, huh?" Dean asked quietly, arms crossed.
"Yeah," I nodded. "Long day."
"Look, Y/N, we -- we wanted to say we're sorry," Sam said as I took a seat at the peak of the table between them.
"For what?" I wondered as Dean slid me a beer.
"Well, Dean and I, we had some...doubts in the beginning of all this," Sam tried to explain.
"What, when I was pregnant?" I said.
"Yeah," Dean told me, and I nodded. "We didn't really know if you were gonna be able to do this. But...Now, you're all grown up. You're an amazing mom, Y/N. Auggie is a good kid."
I grinned, looking at them both. I opened my beer.
"Thank you," I nodded. "You guys have no idea how much that means to me."
"Of course," Sam said, holding up his beer. "To Y/N and her beautiful son."
I chuckled, and we clinked our glass bottles together.
"Cheers," Dean said.
I took a sip, so happy with the family that I had. Two brothers and a wonderful son. It was better than anything I could've asked for.