You and Dean dated for a couple months. Three months ago you broke up. A week later you found out you were pregnant. You can't get ahold of him, but then you get word of a fallen hunter. You know Dean will be at the funeral so you plan to tell him there.
Written from Natalie's point of view. I've grown fond of the name and the idea in my head of Dean saying 'Nat' sweetly.
Triggers: death, funeral
Dean Winchester. The greatest fling of my life. We were hot and heavy, the hottest flame I've been been in; but then it burned out all too quickly. In this life it is hard to have actual relationships for many reasons. One being you just don't have time for the romance stuff. Another being it creates weaknesses.
Then about three months ago we just agreed it was too hard, we were getting too attached and it needed to end.
But a week later I found out I was pregnant. When I tried to call him so we could meet up and talk, I found out his number was disconnected, same for his brother's. That was strange. They have kept the same main numbers for hunters forever.
Two days later I got word a hunter we both knew and worked with a few times was killed. A demon got him.
I wanted to both pay my respects and hopefully see Dean. I needed to tell him. He deserved to know that he would have a kid in this world; even if he decides to not be a part of their life for whatever reason.
In my motel I fussed with my outfit. I wasn't ready to tell anyone - not until Dean knows. I put on a loose fitting t-shirt that should be two sizes too big for me, and the flannel I have of Dean's. It got left at my house shortly before the ending of our fling.
In all honesty I wear it more often than I should, but it is comfortable and I love how much it makes me think of Dean.
My round baby bump was pretty well hidden under all of this. It was as good as it was going to get so I grabbed my keys and wallet before walking out to my car to head off to the wake.
My heart was pounding loudly in my ears as I pulled up to the house. I looked at all the cars, but sadly didn't see that beautiful '67 Impala among those already here. I hoped that he would be here sooner or later.
An hour later I had avoided many drink offers. I gave them the excuse that I was going on a hunt tomorrow so I needed to not be hung over. People were already drunk so it didn't really phase them, I was thankful nobody seemed to question me.
I huffed and went to the kitchen to get a drink. His wife had made me ugly cry as she talked to me about their last days together. She was a hunter too, but you never really expect to lose the ones you love. You always hold onto hope that it won't happen to you. My heart broke for her. They were prefect together.
I grabbed a water bottle and turned around. Standing only three feet from me was the man I had been hoping to see tonight. Those green eyes full of surprise, awe, lust, and sadness all at the same time. I let out a breath, "Dean."
He stepped to me quickly and wrapped his arms around me. "Natalie. God it's so good to see you."
When he pulled back I offered a small smile. "How are you holding up?"
He wiped at my face, "I'm alright. You've been crying." His lips pouted at his words.
I laughed a little, "Yeah, uh, Tiffany was telling me stories just a bit ago. It got to me."
"I bet. I saw her on the way in..."
I cut him off, "Can we step outside for a minute? I really want to talk to you... alone." I said and looked around at the few people who were in the room.
He looked around too then back at me with a smile, "Yeah, of course."
The cool air hit me as the sunset came into view. I pulled his flannel around my chest tighter, and I heard him chuckle. "I see you are the one who took my favorite shirt." He teased.
I blushed, "Uh, yeah. But uh... I need to tell you something. I've been trying to call you and Sam but your numbers aren't in order anymore."
He tapped his forehead like he realized something, "Oh shit, yeah. We got tracked by this dick-bag FBI guy, so we had to ditch those old phones like right after you and I..."
I nodded as his voice trailed off. "Dean, I'm pregnant." I decided to just lay it out there plain as day.
He seemed to freeze, his eyes filled with panic, worry, love and confusion. His eyebrows tweaked together, making him so adorable. "What?" He asked, though it wasn't really that he didn't hear me. More like he needed to hear me say it again to make it real.
I pulled apart the flannel, and pulled the t-shirt tighter to show my little belly. "I'm pregnant."
His hand and eyes went right to my stomach. "Seriously? Oh my God." He was breathless.
I touched his face and his eyes locked with mine again. "Yeah, I know. 17 weeks... a little over four months."
He looked apologetic. "Nat, I am so sorry I didn't get in touch with you again. But we agreed we couldn't get close because of work... and I just... never would've expected that you would be pregnant."
"No, it's alright. I know. It came as quite the shock to me too. I'm sorry I didn't try harder to track you down."
He shook his head and cupped my face in his hands. "Don't be sorry, Nat. I'm here now. I know, now. God.... I'm going to have a kid."
I giggled a little, making him smile softly down at me.
"We're in this together, alright?" He asked though it was more of a promise.
We went inside, he held my hand sweetly. We found Sam who smirked when he saw us holding hands.
I went over and hugged him. "Hey, Sam. It's good to see you again."
"You too, Nat. So uh, you guys?" He gestured between me and Dean as Dean leaned on the wall next to him and pulled me by my hip again him.
I glanced at Dean who smirked and kissed my head before leaning toward his brother to whisper, "We're having a baby, Sammy."
Sam's jaw dropped. I held a finger up to my lips.
"No way." He whispered excitedly. I nodded with a small laugh. "That's amazing."
Dean's fingers were tracing absent mindedly over my hip as he took a sip of his beer. "Yeah, God... I can't wrap my head around it. Me with a kid." He sounded nervous.
Sam laughed a little bit too.
When I got tired Dean offered to drive me back to my hotel. "Here, Sammy. You know the rules, not a scratch." He told Sam as he tossed him the keys to Baby.
Sam chuckled before hugging me. "Yeah, Dean, I know. Nat, it was so great to see you. I'm happy for you guys. I'll see you tomorrow?"
I nodded, "I'm sure you will."
Dean held my hand, leading the way to my car. He opened the passenger door, "In you go, sleepy head."
I smiled and kissed his cheek, "Thanks." I climbed in and he shut the door before walking around to the driver's side. I gave him the keys and we took off for the motel.
"So, uh, how do you want this to work, Nat? I'll do whatever you want. Just don't think you're alone anymore."
I bit my lip, "I don't know, Dean. Are you wanting us to go back to what we were? More? Less? I didn't really think about it past letting you know." I ran my hand over my belly, his went over top of mine as he drove.
He sighed, but his words were certain, "I want us to be a family. Together. The way it should be."
"So... you want us back? As an actual couple?"
His entire face lit up as he looked at the road hearing my words. "Yeah, more than anything. I have missed you, and God it was so good to see you again. Now we're adding a kid to this mix... I want us, more than ever."
I sighed and leaned my head onto the seat, "Are you sure, Dean? I know this wasn't what you were expecting to happen. You weren't expecting me to come back into your life, let alone pregnant."
He smirked, "But you did and you are. We're having a baby. I can't think of a more perfect reason to finally be together, I want you. And don't you think our kid would do better with us together?"
I nodded and smiled at him, "I just don't want you to think you have to be with me just for us to have a kid together. Either way we're a family. I know family means so much to you."
He nodded, "And I'm keeping mine together."