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take-it-on-the-run · 3 months

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Not A Lot, Just Forever

Dean Winchester x Pregnant!Reader

After throwing up morning after morning, the reader discovers her illness isn't what she initially thought.

Word Count: 4.1k

Tags: Pregnancy, unexpected pregnancy, brief description of motel bathrooms, vomiting (repeated), self-blame, mention of reader's mother dying in childbirth, mention of childbirth related deaths, anxiety, brief loss of consciousness, Dean is a sweetheart and will make a great father.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Pregnant!Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel

@ghostlyaccurate requested: "Hii! I'm not sure if I already sent you this request, or if I sent it to someone else (oops🤭) but could I request a Sam Winchester and/or Dean Winchester x reader (your choice which one of them, if not both sepperately) where he helps reader deal with morning sickness, though he only finds out she's pregnant on the third day in a row that he's with her while she throws up. Ty!!"

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A/N: Adrianne Lenker title. I really really loved this request! I feel like writing the pregnancy trope is a sort of hard task to do, so I hope I brought it justice. I love love loved writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it! Thank you for the request @ghostlyaccurate, and I promise I'm trying my damnedest to work through my inbox <3. Every mistake here is completely and 100% my own and of my own doing. (P.S. can you guess how hard it was to find "aesthetic" pictures of a bathroom and pregnancy tests for the pictures for this fic?? I think the ones I found actually work pretty well! Another thing, what happened to the yellow text color? I use it to tag fluff fics, and it's gone :( ).

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Your head hung over the foul toilet bowl of whatever motel you, Dean, and Sam were holed up in, and a rancid smell invaded your nose. In earnest, you didn’t have the slightest idea where you were. The past couple of hours had been filled with a slight fever and the constant need to use Dean as a pillow. Halfway through the drive between towns, you convinced him to switch out driving with Sam so he could join you in the back seat.

The worn tile of the bathroom floor offered you minimal comfort, and the fact you’re supposed to be up for a case in two hours made your stomach churn over again. Ditching your normal avoidance of motel bathrooms, you gripped the edge of the toilet and emptied your stomach again.

“Y/N?” Dean’s groggy voice called out from behind the door, “Are you okay in there sweetheart?”

You squeezed your eyes together, cursing yourself for being loud enough to wake him up. Sneaking out from his arms was a feat enough already, trying to suppress the sound of you losing your guts at four in the morning wasn’t going to happen; even in a perfect world.

“No,” you groaned as he softly opened the door, “I feel like shit De, and you know how much I hate throwing up. And how much I hate motel bathrooms.” You whined. Your hair was falling to the front of your face and you were cursing whoever decided a bathroom didn’t need a working air vent.

Dean hummed softly, pulling the hair back from your face and holding it with one hand as he sat behind you on the floor. He pressed his lips to the back of your head softly, and gently traced shapes on your collarbone as you laid back on him.

“Just breathe, I’ve got you if you need to go at it again.” He said softly, cradling you in his lap as you tried to breathe. He ran his hand through your hair as your breathing started to hiccup less, and eventually, he sat you on the closed toilet lid to get you water.

You felt ashamed to be keeping him up at this hour. Your phone clock read 5:13 AM, almost an hour past when you’d originally gotten up. He already doesn’t get enough sleep as is, and here you are sitting, waiting for him to get back like you aren’t able to take care of yourself.

“Here you go, drink slowly. Did you use the mouthwash I gave you?” He asked as he handed you his water bottle. He stood across from you, tucking his hands into the pockets of his pajama pants. You nodded softly, gratefully gulping down the contents of the bottle.

The bags under his eyes were already enough to make you feel guilty. Hunters were used to running on minimal sleep, but with you around, he’d just gotten into the six-hour range. He rubbed his face, inhaling like he normally did when he was trying to make a decision. You didn’t want to go out for the case. You barely wanted to move your body to get back in bed and salvage what little sleep you could before life kicked you back into gear.

“Do you want to stay here while Sam and I talk to the family?” Dean asked as if he could read your mind.

I love you so damn much. You thought, bowing your head with a sigh of relief. You didn’t want to be the one to bring up staying in; neither of you ever wanted to admit you needed breaks, but if the other one was to bring it up, it made the process easier.

You nodded, pushing yourself to your feet as he opened the door for the two of you, “yeah, I think that’s best for all of us. Don’t need me puking in the victim’s bathroom as you guys ask your questions.” You tried to joke as you and Dean crawled back into bed, tucking yourself into his arms, and splaying your legs haphazardly on top of his.

The next morning wasn’t any better.

Sam and Dean had come home late from questioning the family, and you were barely aware of them unloading the Chinese food they brought for you. Dean sat with you against his chest, still half-dressed as an FBI agent, as you wolfed down the egg rolls he got. You found yourself starving when they offered you food, but now you regretted eating anything at all.

You found yourself hung over the toilet again, but thankfully only had to put up with one round of saying goodbye to your lunch. You were able to get yourself up and over to the sink, where you repeated Dean’s routine from the morning before.

You leaned against the counter in the small kitchen, Dean’s water bottle filled with tap water in your hand. You turned to dump the rest in the sink when the creak of a floorboard behind you had you spinning on your heel in record time.

“Jesus Christ, Dean. Why are you up?” You asked in a hushed tone, placing your hand over your racing chest.

“I could ask you the same thing,” He crossed the small room and came over to embrace you in his arms, “did you get sick again?” He asked innocently, but the combination of those words, and the pitiful shift of his eyes was enough to make you feel like a child. You were a grown woman, you knew damn well how to take care of yourself much before the Winchesters were in your life.

You huffed in annoyance, pulling back from Dean’s chest. You felt your face begin to heat up, and it felt like anything Dean could say had the chance to send you over the edge.

“Yes, I did. Right now, I feel like my body is too hot and too tight for my bones, and I also feel like anything you say is going to make me hit the roof. Even if it’s nice, I just don’t think my brain can take in any more words without wanting to jump ship.” You said you rubbed your temples. Things like this had happened occasionally in the past, and before Dean, you figured it was just because you were a rigid person. One night a particularly bad migraine had led to you yelling at him because he offered to get you some medicine. Instead of just leaving you to stew, like every other partner did, he simply asked you to explain what you were feeling. No judgment, no interruptions, and he’d do whatever you said would make you feel better in that moment.

Now, whenever you felt overwhelmed, he did the same. He’d swallow any sarcastic comment or solution to your problem and listen to you. No matter what was bothering you, at whatever hour of the day, he was at your side, doing what you asked of him without hesitation.

He just nodded, pressing his lips to your forehead before he led you back to the bed you two were sharing for the case. His body threw off heat like a bonfire, and your normally freezing hands were appreciative of that. In this moment, however, it felt like you were burning from the inside out.

You adjusted yourself between the sheet and the comforter, so the two of you could still touch without pressing your skin together. Dean waited for you to still before he made himself comfy, and he gently ran his fingers through the ends of your hair.

“Is this okay right now? Do you want me to leave you be?” He asked, in as soft of a voice as he could. You hummed, smiling at the tingling sensation running through you. Comfort, and a warmth that wasn’t burning to the touch, crawled up your back, and into your head. You tried to focus your eyes for a couple of seconds more, but without your control, they forcefully fluttered shut.

“Y/N.”

Sheet tangled between your limbs, and you could see the light through your closed eyes. Opening them, you find an unexpected sight. Instead of Dean, or Sam, standing at your bedside, the trench coat-clad angel you’d met five years ago.

“Cas,” you rubbed your eyes as you sat up, “what are you doing here? Where’s Sam and Dean?” You asked.

Cas sighed and sat at the end of your bed. He shot you a quick look, before focusing his eyes on the blank wall in front of him. He tapped his fingers on his legs, a habit he picked up from Sam.

“Dean called me and told me you were sick. I came in, and told him I’d try and cure whatever… ailment is afflicting you.”

You smiled at the way he spoke, and the fact Dean went out of his way to try and help you out, but there was something off about Castiel’s demeanor. You sat up and touched his arm to get his attention.

“Cas, what’s wrong? Did something happen that I should know about?” You asked softly.

“I think you’re pregnant, Y/N.” He looked at you, and there was a rift of guilt lingering in his eyes.

A course of confusion and shock coursed through your body before you felt a rotting pit settle at the bottom of your stomach.

“Why would you… think that, Cas?” You felt a tightness taking over your throat, rubbing your hand across your neck to try and loosen it.

“I can sense life forms. Human ones, at least. It was hard to tell with Sam and Dean here, but once they left I was able to confirm my suspicions.”

Your hand traveled to your lower abdomen before your mouth spat out a request without thinking.

“Pregnancy tests. Can you get me some, please? I just,” you ran your hand across your forehead quickly, “I want to confirm, using non-magical means.”

Cas nodded, “of course. I’m going to assume you don’t want me to let Dean know?”

You nodded your head before swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Deep down, you knew Cas was right. You were late by a few days, but you’d chalked it up to the illness that’s kept you on the bench for this case. You didn’t usually react as poorly as you’ve been to an illness, even when you’d gotten a terrible case of Pneumonia.

Getting up from the bed, you walked into the bathroom as Castiel vanished to get you a couple tests. Looking to the mirror, you’re met with a form of you that was a little scary; purple, slightly-puffy eyes, smeared makeup that hadn’t been washed off from days before, and your skin was breaking out in places it hadn’t before.

Dean hadn’t said a word about it, but even someone as blissfully ignorant as him had to have noticed the way your face wasn’t looking like your own.

Dean.

You’d have to tell Dean you were pregnant, with his child. That you’re going to be parents.

What if he didn’t want to be a father at thirty-five?

Children weren’t one hundred percent out of the question, but they were longer down the line in hunters’ lives. If you were lucky enough to get out of the life unscathed and find someone who would want to settle down with, you’d likely be creeping into your mid-forties, at best. Mary had gotten lucky with John, but now they’d both been taken away by the thing they’d spent half of their marriage avoiding.

What if you weren’t ready to be a mother at thirty-four?

For you, it wasn’t the question of wanting to have kids, but you never saw you or your boyfriend backing out from hunting anytime soon. To add on, you’d heard of many nasty births that ended in fatality for the infant or the mother, including your own. Every time you and the boys were on a case involving a child, you’d be extra reckless. Dean picked this up within the first couple of times you’d almost gotten yourself killed to save a kid, and you explained your fear to him. The fear of a mother not being able to welcome her child home in her arms, or the child not seeing his mother again, and their fate lying in your hands. You’d already ripped apart your family, and you tried your damnedest to keep as many together as possible.

A ruffle of feathers and a sharp knock on the bathroom door snapped you out of your thoughts.

“You can come in, Cas.”

Wordlessly, the angel stepped into the small motel bathroom holding a plastic bag. He pulled out three different pregnancy tests and set them on the counter.

“The woman working there said I should get a couple just in case one doesn’t work like it should.” He said as you picked up the first test. “I’m telling the truth, but I understand you wanting to confirm this to yourself.”

I know Cas, you thought, but you didn’t say a word. Instead, you stared at him, waiting for him to leave the bathroom, but he had a blank look on his face and didn’t move a muscle.

“Cas, I’m going to need you to leave the bathroom for me to do this.”

“Oh, sorry. Of course. I forgot how ‘hands-on’ human tests can be. I apologize.” He said blatantly before stepping out of the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

Fuck me.

That’s what got you into this in the first place, dumb ass.

After twenty disgustingly long minutes in the decrepit motel bathroom, you walked out holding four positive tests. Cas was sitting on Sam’s bed, staring out the window, but immediately stood up and crossed the room to you. You handed him the tests, and he placed them on the table between the two beds.

“How do you feel?” He asked. Another thing he picked up from his years on earth was the ability to know when to ask what questions.

You felt blank. Void of answers and solutions to the situation at hand. Whether or not to turn left, or right.

“I… don’t know what to do, Cas.” Your voice broke along with the tears you were holding back, and a sinking feeling of hopelessness began to dig its way through your head.

Neither you nor Dean are ready to be parents. What if Dean’s angry? He would never kick you out of the bunker. The bunker is the only real home any of you have had in a long time, but is it safe? Is the world safe enough to bring a baby into? A Winchester baby, who would no doubt be a target from birth. What if the baby doesn’t make it to full term? What if this baby kills you like you killed your own mother?

“Y/N,” Cas placed his hand on your shoulder, “I’m going to ask you to take a breath.” He drew his hand up and waited for you to inhale. Taking in a shuddered breath, you followed the flow of his hand, stopping your heart from running up your throat.

“Thank you.” You said, sitting down on your bed and grabbing the pregnancy tests off the nightstand. Two pluses, two double lines. You and Dean were careful and used a condom whenever you found extra time together, but somehow God decided that rubber wasn’t going to work as intended.

“I think I’m going to just lay here,” you tuck yourself under the bed sheets once more, the tests shoved into your pajama pants, “and wait for Dean and Sam to get home. I’ll get him out of this stuffy ass room and tell him in private. Sam shouldn’t have to witness if we- if we argue. I know it makes him feel awful.”

“That’s a smart plan. You need to take this one step at a time and do it carefully. I know Dean cares for you deeply, but if you need someone to support you, all you have to do is call for me.” Cas squeezed your shoulder reassuringly.

“Thank you, Cas.” You yawned, pulling your body further under the covers of the bed. Castiel smiled slightly, before turning away and disappearing with a familiar rush of wings flapping.

Your body was covered head to toe in sweat, and the bed sheet you wrapped around yourself was thrown onto the floor. No light entered the room, and the time on the alarm clock read 1:43. Your stomach churned in a familiar way, and as you got to your feet you finally noticed neither of the boys were in the room.

You clambered to the bathroom, phone in hand, trying to call Dean. One hand braced on the toilet, and the other tried to thumb down to his contact. There wasn’t any time to think about the fact you were carrying a baby inside of you, the baby whose father is missing in the middle of the night with no calls or messages.

They always call. You thought before you set your ringing phone on the floor to throw up for the first time that morning. The phone rang, the sound slowly driving you insane each time you redialed Dean’s number between dry heaving into the bowl.

Your hair was sticking to your forehead, poorly swept away and held back by a rubber band you found on the sink. The heat, the pain, and the fear of losing contact with the Winchester brothers combined with the reality of you being pregnant was finally built up enough to break the swarm of emotions you barely choked down when Cas was in the room earlier.

Eyes burning, you slumped against the sink cabinet and brought your phone to your ear as you called Dean once again. You let out a sob, tears rushing down your face and neck, leaving behind a slightly burning trail. Your breathing became uneven, the sound of your own heart drumming through your ears drowning out the ring of your phone. Letting your phone slip to the floor, you brought your knees to your chest and folded your arms as a nest for your forehead.

Neither of the boys called within the twenty minutes you were in the bathroom, your phone was now close to being dead, and no muscle in your body wanted to obey your brain telling them to move and do something. You weren’t a weak woman, you took the cards you were dealt and tried your best to win, but sometimes all you could do was fold.

“Y/N? Y/N?”

A hand pulled your face from your knees, and you could barely see with the light of the bathroom now on and blinding you. A warm hand rested against your cheek while another briefly touched your forehead.

“Help me get her up, Sammy,” your eyes fluttered closed and you felt two arms hook under both your arms, laying them over shoulders as your feet lightly dragged across the floor.

“I’ve never seen her this bad, Dean.” The voice you now recognized as Sam said. Your legs were swept up from under you and you were laid on the bed you’d crawled out of.

You felt the tests still pressing in your pockets, and you thanked whatever greater being was willing to listen. There was no way you wanted to Dean to discover that information on accident.

Dean.

The other voice was Dean.

You moron, who else would it be?

The bed next to you dipped down, and you felt a gentle hand tuck a few stray hairs behind one of your ears. The sweat covering you was sucking every inch of clothing to your skin, and all you wanted to do was peel either of the pair off.

“I thought Cas was going to come here and help her out,” you heard his voice straining as he spoke, and you felt your heart snap in two.

You moved your hand, as heavy as it felt, and squeezed the first part of him you touched.

“Sweetheart,” you could feel Dean’s breath as he hovered over you, “you’re scaring me here.”

“Cas…” you gave out a heavy cough, “he came. He helped me figure out what’s been happening.”

A glass of water was brought to your mouth, and you took every drop of it. After swallowing the cup, your eyes finally were able to open. You were greeted by a worried Dean hovering very close to you, and a worried Sam crossing back from the kitchen holding Dean’s water bottle.

Sam set the bottle on the bedside table and sat on his bed, facing you and Dean. Dean’s attention was solely on you. His hands grabbed both sides of your face and brought his lips to your forehead, before resting against it.

“Hey,” you said, chuckling slightly, “I didn’t mean to scare you, De. You, or Sam.” You sat yourself up in bed.

“Did Cas tell you what’s wrong?” Sam asked, looking at you expectantly.

“He did, but… is it okay if I talk to Dean? Alone?” You asked softly.

Sam shot Dean a look, which Dean promptly returned with one that had Sam standing up, and walking into the hall.

Orange rays of light shone from the window of the room, and you could just barely see the sun climbing on the horizon. Dean moved to hold you in bed while you gained the composure to tell him you were both parents.

“Dean…” you breathed steadily, trying to even your heartbeat that was ramping up once more, “I have to tell you something-”

“I kinda gathered as much sweetheart,” he said lightly, lines forming around his forest-lorn eyes beautifully.

“- it’s important. I mean, it’s going to change our lives, for the rest of our lives.”

Dean’s face became more serious, pulling you to face him as he crossed his legs.

“You know you can tell me anything, Y/N.”

Do it, now. Just say-

“I’m pregnant.”

The air hung heavy around the pair of you as you handed him the tests in your pocket, and you could see the clocks turn in Dean’s mind as he stared down at them.

“But we used a rubber?” He said, and you could guess where his thoughts were wandering.

“We did, but you’re the only person I’ve been with for years, Dean, I need you to believe me when I say that.” You said reassuringly as you could without sounding like you were lying.

His face broke into a small smile, and he brought his thumb to trace over your lower cheek, “I know, sweetheart. I trust you with my heart, I just know not to use that brand anymore, seems like their effectiveness is questionable.”

You laughed, tears drying in your eyes as you pushed at him playfully, “Dean! You gave me a heart attack, you son of a bitch!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry okay!” He laughed, capturing you in a giant bear hug and rolling you on top of him. You looked down at him and brought your lips down to his.

“You’re going to be a father,” you said, beaming at him while smiling the hardest you’d ever in the longest time

“You’re going to be a mother,” he replied, smiling just as hard. Your face fell slightly, and the word mother finally kicked into your head. “Hey,” Dean said as he saw your face shift, somehow remembering the story you told him all those years ago, “Remember, we’ve got an angel on speed dial, and you know how hard it is to take out a Winchester.”

Your heart warmed at the statement, the baby inside of you was just as much L/N as it was Winchester. You loved Dean with your heart, as did he love you, and now the two of you were going to brace the dangerous world you’d spent years protecting with the amalgamation of that love.

You brought Dean’s hand to your stomach as he brought his other hand to your face. His calloused fingers were gentle on your skin, and small crinkles formed around his eyes as he smiled, holding his hand at your stomach as you gazed back at him.

A knock sounded at the door, making you turn your head around before you and Dean burst into laughter, and told Sam he could come back in the room to tell him the news.

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lambmotifz · 9 days

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sam isn’t an alpha, he’s a feral, rebellious omega. you know this stereotype that all omegas are sexually passive and naturally submissive? sam never fitted into the ideal omega image and he only willingly submits to his mate (dean), no one else

#sam got pregnant with dean jr so he’s most definitely NOT an alpha <3 #sam winchester #wincest #samdean #spn #anyway this dynamic is just *chef’s kiss*. i love when omegas are big & feral bc it’s so untypical #also omega!sam going against the rules and refusing to submit to alpha!john is so hot #he would probably have extremely painful heats & he would get very needy but also aggressive during them #which would make him feel even more like a “freak” like there’s something wrong with him #and dean would have to restrain him occasionally #he’s the only alpha who can tame sam and only bc sam ALLOWS it #honestly i think even john wouldn’t be able to make sam submit to him despite sam being an omega

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lunajay33 · 4 months

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New Addition🤎

Summary: Being Sam Winchesters long time girlfriend was wonderful until he had family business and was on the road all the time, but what happens when you find out you’re pregnant?

Pairing: Early Seasons Sam Winchester x f!reader

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Sitting in my apartment missing waking up to sharing the bed with Sam, cuddling against his warm body, sitting on the counter as he makes us pancakes, getting ready for college parties together, everything we use to do now just memories

“Come on Sam I miss you, when are you gonna be home?” I sighed into the phone

“I’m sorry baby I miss you too but Dean and I are working some jobs and….”

“Jobs? I thought you were just looking for your dad? Sam are you okay I’m worried” he’s been gone for a month now and it was miserable he helped pay half the rent and it was a struggle by myself now and he’s my soulmate and being apart really wanes on the heart

“Well we’re still looking just making some stops along the way” I could hear Dean in the back making fun of him calling me baby

“You know I can’t be mad at you I’m just……I just miss you but I hope everything is going good with Dean and you find your dad” he told me all about his problems in the past with his family but all I wanted was for him to be happy

“You know I miss you too baby, wish I could see you, sleeping in these shitty motel rooms doesn’t compare to WOAH Dean stop hitting me!” Dean obviously didn’t want to hear the end of that making me cheer up a bit

“Well just call me more when you get the time but I have class, I love you Sam”

“Love you too Angel” the call ended and I was forced to go along with my daily routine, get ready, go to class and come back to an empty apartment

It went on like this for 2 more months and it just got worse, his calls became less frequent maybe once a week, I fell into a deep sadness that only Sam Winchester could brighten, and I became sick at first I thought it was a flu maybe a stomach bug but after talking to some friends and one test later and I find out I’m pregnant, I have to be atleast 3 months along since that’s the time he’s been gone

After having an hour long breakdown I dialed Sam hoping he had some time to talk and not on another job

“Angel why are you calling so late?” His voice groggy

“Sammy……we need to talk” I stutter out still emotional

“What’s wrong are you okay?”

“I’m pre……I can’t tell you over the phone I need to see you…..please” I beg praying he’ll just come home

“I don’t know Dean and I are…”

“Sam this is really important what ever you’re doing can wait, I need you”

“Okay we’ll be there by the time you wake up”

I woke up exhausted from the stress of the day before, I’m pregnant actually pregnant under normal circumstances I’d be happy starting a family with Sam but with how absent he’s been I feel him drifting away

I willed myself out of bed and pulled on one of Sam’s hoodies that hung down to my knees and wore a pair of pair of black legging, running a warm cloth over my face to freshen up when I heard a rapid knocking at the front door

My heart filled with panic and I was becoming hesitant about coming clean, I opened the door and there he stood, towering over me like a god yet still so soft on me

He swooped down and lifted me easily into his arms and held me close, being back in his arms just felt right it felt like home and so I broke down again as I clung to him

“Sammy” I whined as I hide my tear streaked face in his shoulder smelling his oh so wonderful cologne

He brought me inside and sat me down on the couch, Dean looming in the room after he rummaged for food in our kitchen

“Angel what’s wrong? You don’t look so good” he asked as he stroked my hair helping calm me

“You’ve been gone so long and I understand but it’s been a hard 3 months alone, I can’t sleep, I can’t think straight, I’m broke and……..”

“And what?” Dean intervened making my heart jump, Sam sending him a glare

“I thought I was just sick but…….im pregnant” I felt so vulnerable as he just looked at me seeming to be in shock

“You’re joking” Dean groaned

“I didn’t mean too…..im sorry” I say as my lip trembled

“Oh Angel this isn’t your fault it’s mine and I shouldn’t have left you alone so long like that I don’t know what I was thinking” he sighs as he holds me to his chest

“Family business Sammy” Dean stated

“Dean stop”

“Sam if being with your family is so important and doing all these jobs I understand but if that’s what you want then I don’t want to hold you back if this isn’t what you want anymore”

“What? No of course I want you I want this, you’re my soulmate and I’m never letting you go again, you deserve to know the truth”

“Sam don’t” deans assertive tone booming in the room

After Sam told me everything about this new supernatural world I was sceptic at first but honestly it connected a lot of dots

“So these jobs you work are important but I can’t go months being apart again”

“You can come with us, just for while you’re pregnant and then when you give birth we can go home and settle” he said with a bright smile, that smile I fell in love with

“Are you sure Dean won’t hate me” I whisper to him

“He’ll lighten up trust me Angel”

Sam helped me pack all the my clothes and personal items I needed and we were off on the road, it was a nice car with lots of room for me to stretch out in the back

“So where are we going?”

“There’s signs of a vampires nest in a small town, going to check it out see what’s going on” Dean says his eyes still on the road, he still made me a bit nervous though

“Umm are vampires one of the easier monsters you deal with?” I ask trying to make conversation

“They can be, but a nest of them can be a bitch”

They go on to tell me all the cases they’ve worked since they’ve been gone and it’s crazy to wrap my head around, after driving all day we finally got to the town settling into a little motel room

“I’m gonna go pick us up some dinner” Dean said as he threw his bag on his bed and left

I sat on the bed me and Sam are sharing sighing once the door closed

“What’s wrong Angel?”

“I just hate being a burden to you guys I know how stressful this is for you plus having this baby….”

“Hey you’re not a burden I’m just glad you’re with me now, being cooped up with Dean 24/7 can become a bit macho” he says making me laugh

“Do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl?” I ask as he places his hand on my tiny bump

“I’m happy with either, you know my mother would have loved you you’re as kind as she was, well atleast that’s what Dean says about her”

“You know this baby is the luckiest in the world to have you as their father, and such a handsome one at that” he smiled as he pulled me into his lap pulling me close

“I’ve missed this, holding you” his hand runs down my back sending shivers

“Kissing you” his lips gently press to my collar bone making me gasp

“Being with you at night” the door bursts open interrupting our moment, I jump out of his lap and their stands Dean and what I believe to be their father from old pictures Sam has showed me

“Sammy trying to get some” Dean laughed making my body heat in embarrassment

“Who’s this?” John asked his voice full of disapproval

“Dad where have you been? Never mind that right now, this is y/n my girlfriend”

“And what the hell is she doing here son?” I felt little under his gaze

“She can’t be alone she’s pregnant” Sam said confidently as he held my hand

“Sam what the hell were you thinking, you can’t have a pregnant girl doing this job, you need to be focused”

“Maybe I should just go home” I say as I go to pick up my bag

“No! You’re staying Angel I’m not letting you go again” he said as he wiped a stray tear I didn’t know had escaped my waterline

“She’s family now dad, you can’t push her away cause if you do then you’re just gonna push me away too, for good this time” John sighed and gave a look to Dean

“Tomorrow we’re going to stake out the vampires nest, be ready” he said sternly before stomping out of the room leaving an awkward cloud looming over the three of us

“Come on you two let’s eat” Dean said in a lighter tone obviously trying to pick up what his father ruined

We ate at the little table chatting about random things, how Sam and I met, our first date and how nervous Sam was, almost everything we had together up until this point

“Have you told your family about the baby?” Dean asked after he took a swig of beer

“I don’t really have family, I was raised in an orphanage and when I turned 18 I was pretty much on my own, I stayed in the schools dorms until Sam and I moved in together, plus our friends kind of changed after first year so it’s mostly just been Sammy and I”

“I’m sorry”

“Oh no it’s fine I’m happy with the way my life turned out it lead me to Sam after all” I smile looking at Sam who had that loving look, he was so gentle compared to his brother

“You guys are going to make me hurl”

It’s been a crazy and stressful 6 months but I’m now in the last week of pregnancy and to say I’m scared is an understatement, I’m terrified but I feel like I can’t tell Dean and Sam with what they face everyday, this is probably a walk in the park to them

They were out right now hunting a werewolf as I paced back and forth in yet another motel room, I’ve been having cramps in my stomach since I woke up but I just thought it could be indigestion from the food we ate last night but they’ve only gotten stronger, walking helps but this could just be Braxton’s hocks I try to tell my self that is u til my water breaks, I’m hesitant to call Sam because of the case but like he said this is more important, I dialed hoping he’d answer

“Hey we’re on our way back now did you need us to pick you up anything?”

“Sam my water broke” I could hear him tell Dean to drive faster

“Okay just hold on we’ll be there soon, just do the breathing exercises like we practiced”

“Okay I’ll try” I breath deeply as another contraction hit a whimper left me but I know it’s going to get much worse

Minutes later Sam and Dean busy through the hotel room, Dean get my to go bag and Sam gently picks me up and brings me to the car sitting with me in the back

“Sammy I’m scared”

“We’re almost to the hospital hold on kiddo” Dean said trying to reassure me, he’d warmed up to me over the months like Sam said

“You can do this, think of our little girl or boy we’re about to meet” I nodded gripping his hand, we got to the hospital and were settled in a private room, Sam at my side and Dean on the couch used for husband or partners

“What if something happens?” I ask as he brushes my hair back

“Everything will be okay, you’re the strongest woman I know”

“It’s time Mrs Winchester” the doctor said making my heart swell at the name, he was wrong but I didn’t care

After some agonizing pushes that pressure was gone replaced by a little babies cries, the nurse laid the baby on my chest and she was beautiful, she had Sam big green hazel eyes and had light brown hair

“Congrats on a baby girl” the nurse said, they cleaned me up and left the room letting the four of us settle

“What are you going to name my little niece?” Dean asked now standing on the other side of the bed mesmerized by her

“How about Luna Mary Winchester” I say looking up to Sam for his opinion

“I love it, I love you, both of you” he smiled as he played with Lunas little fingers

“The three of us just became four”

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sunbleachedf4wn · 2 months

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this looks like a husband helping his pregnant wife walk.

#sammy was pregnant during season 3 i know it in my heart. 😔#sam winchester #dean winchester #samdean #wincest #weirdcest

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flowersintheimpala69 · 3 days

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Dean: it’s always been youu(remembers him and sam are brothers and saying “it’s always been you” is sorta gay)uuuuu and me

#literally how the scene went #the pregnant pause between you and me always gets me #spn #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #wincest #gencest #samdean #weirdcest

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lila-lou · 2 months

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✨Obsessed - Pt. 7 (The End)✨

Summary: After weeks of searching, you finally found Dean. However, he was no longer the man you had been in love with- but more importantly, no longer the man who never returned your love. Because now, in his twisted state, he was somehow obsessed with you.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, breastfeeding (seems like people might be offended by this)

Word Count: 4574

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Around ten minutes later, you were already in your private room, the environment calm and quiet. Dean was right by your side, never taking his eyes off you or the baby. He looked at you with so much love and pride, it made your heart swell.

A nurse came in, her demeanor gentle and professional. “Would you like to try feeding him?”, she asked, her voice soft. “He must be very hungry and exhausted after the journey he just had”.

You nodded, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. The nurse smiled warmly and approached the bed, her movements slow and deliberate. “Alright”, she said gently. “Let’s get you both comfortable”.

She helped you adjust the pillows behind your back, ensuring you had enough support. Dean watched intently, his eyes never leaving your face. The nurse then guided you on how to position the baby, her hands steady and reassuring.

“Try to hold him like this”, she instructed, demonstrating the best way to cradle him close to your chest. “Support his head with your hand and make sure his mouth is aligned with your nipple”.

You followed her instructions, feeling the baby’s warm, soft body against you. His tiny head was cradled in your hand, and you could feel the delicate weight of him as he moved slightly, searching instinctively.

“Just guide him gently”, the nurse continued. “He’ll know what to do”.

With a deep breath, you helped your baby latch on, feeling a mix of relief and amazement as he began to nurse. The sensation was unfamiliar but profoundly intimate, a connection you had never experienced before. The baby’s small mouth moved rhythmically, his eyes closing as he fed.

With amazement in your eyes, you watched as your baby nursed. You gently brushed over his little cheek, feeling the soft, delicate skin beneath your fingers. It was the first time you had ever held a baby, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t afraid of doing something wrong.

Suddenly, your baby bit down on your nipple, and even though he didn’t have teeth, your nipple was so sensitive that you shook and let out a squeak. The unexpected reaction startled him and he immediately began to cry.

Panic surged through you, and you looked toward the nurse, clearly feeling helpless. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”, you mumbled over and over, tears already forming in your eyes because you felt so bad.

The nurse stepped closer again, her presence calm and reassuring. She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, her eyes filled with understanding. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re doing just fine. Babies can get startled easily, but it’s not your fault. Let’s work through this together”.

She didn’t take the baby from you but instead knelt beside the bed, her demeanor soothing. “Here, let’s try to calm him down while he’s still with you. This will help you both build confidence”.

The nurse guided your hand to gently cradle the baby’s head, showing you how to support him more securely. “Hold him close to your chest, so he can hear your heartbeat. That sound is very familiar and comforting to him”.

You adjusted your hold, bringing the baby closer. His cries began to quiet slightly as he nestled against you, his tiny body fitting perfectly in your arms. The nurse then placed her hand over yours, guiding your motions. “Now, gently rock him back and forth. Not too fast, just a slow, steady rhythm”.

You followed her instructions, rocking your baby gently. His cries softened further, and you could feel his tiny muscles relaxing. The nurse continued to speak in a calm, encouraging tone. “You’re doing great. Babies can sense when their mothers are stressed, so taking deep breaths and staying calm helps him too”.

You took a few deep breaths, trying to steady your emotions. The nurse then showed you how to gently pat your baby’s back. “This can help soothe him as well. Light, rhythmic pats”.

As you patted his back gently, your baby’s cries subsided into soft whimpers, and eventually, he grew quiet, his little body relaxing completely. The nurse smiled warmly, her eyes filled with pride for you. “See? You did that. You calmed him down all by yourself”.

You looked down at your now calm baby, tears of relief and joy filling your eyes. “Thank you”, you whispered to the nurse, your voice trembling with gratitude.

Dean, who had been watching intently, leaned in and kissed your forehead again. “You were amazing, Y/N. Look at him. He’s so calm now”.

The nurse gave you a final nod of encouragement. “You’re a natural. Trust yourself and remember, it’s okay to ask for help. You’re doing wonderfully”.

The nurse, sensing your relief and renewed confidence, kindly urged you to continue feeding your baby. “Let’s try nursing again. He’s probably still hungry after that little interruption”, she said with a gentle smile.

You nodded and carefully positioned your baby once more, with the nurse’s reassuring guidance. Your baby latched on again, this time more smoothly, and began nursing.

As you nursed, another nurse entered the room, holding a clipboard. “Excuse me, we need to get the baby’s name for the records. Have you decided on one yet?”.

You smiled and looked over at Dean, who had the honor of choosing the name. He met your gaze with a proud smile. “His name is Ben”, Dean said, his voice filled with warmth and pride.

The nurse wrote down the name, then asked, “And the last name?”.

Before either of you could respond, Sam’s voice came from the doorway. “Winchester. He’s a Winchester”, he said proudly, stepping into the room with Castiel right behind him.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them. Despite the intimate setting, you didn’t mind their presence. Nursing a baby wasn’t anything sexual, and having the family around made the moment even more special.

Sam’s face lit up as he took in the scene. “Sorry, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to see my nephew”, he said, his tone both touched and amused.

Dean chuckled, his eyes shining with pride and happiness. “Come on in, guys. Meet Ben”.

Sam and Castiel approached the bed, their expressions filled with awe and admiration. “He’s beautiful”, Sam said softly, his eyes misting up as he looked at the baby. “You did good, Y/N. Both of you”.

Castiel nodded, his usual stoic demeanor softened by the presence of the newborn. “He’s a miracle”, he said simply, his voice filled with reverence.

You felt a wave of emotion wash over you, grateful for the support and love surrounding you. “Thank you”, you said, your voice choked with emotion. “It means so much to have you here”.

Sam reached out and gently touched Ben’s tiny hand. “Welcome to the family, Ben Winchester”, he said softly, his voice filled with pride.

The room was filled with a sense of peace and joy, the family united in the presence of this new life.

As Ben fell asleep in your arms, the nurse helped you close your hospital gown, making sure you were comfortable. You looked down at your sleeping baby and then up at the nurse. “Does he need to get dressed?”, you asked softly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment.

The nurse nodded, a kind smile on her face. “Yes, he should be dressed to keep him warm. We have some outfits here, or you can use one you brought”.

You turned your gaze towards Dean, who had been watching the entire scene with a mixture of awe and pride. “Dean, could you get one of the outfits we brought?”, you asked gently.

Dean’s eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly. “Of course”. He moved quickly to the bag you had packed, rummaging through it until he found a soft, cozy onesie. He brought it over, his eyes never leaving Ben’s tiny form.

The nurse took the outfit from Dean and expertly dressed Ben without waking him. The sight of your tiny son in his first outfit brought fresh tears to your eyes. “He looks so perfect”, you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

Dean nodded, his expression tender. “He really does”.

Sam and Castiel stood nearby, their faces reflecting the same pride and love you felt.

The nurse finished dressing Ben and gently handed him back to you. “There, all set. If you need anything, just let us know. We’ll give you some time alone with your family”.

You nodded, grateful for the nurse’s help and understanding. As she left the room, you looked around at the faces of the people you loved most in the world. Sam was clenching his fingers, clearly eager to hold his nephew, but waiting patiently for you to offer. Dean, meanwhile, seemed more tense, his eyes fixed on Ben with a mix of awe and trepidation. He hadn’t yet held his son, and you could see the longing and fear in his eyes.

You smiled gently at Dean, recognizing his nervousness. “Dean”, you said softly, “would you like to hold him?”.

Dean’s eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, clearly caught off guard by your offer. “I… I don’t know if I should”, he mumbled, his voice wavering. “What if I do something wrong?”.

“You won’t. Just support his head and be gentle. You’ll be great”.

Dean hesitated for a moment longer, then nodded. He carefully took Ben from your arms, his movements slow and deliberate. As soon as Ben was nestled in his father’s arms, Dean’s expression softened, the tension melting away. He looked down at his son, a mixture of wonder and love in his eyes.

“Hey there, little guy”, Dean whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m your dad”.

Ben squirmed slightly, his tiny hand reaching out and grasping Dean’s finger. The sight brought a lump to your throat, and you felt tears welling up again.

Dean’s eyes were filled with tears as he looked down at Ben, his heart overflowing with love and awe. A few tears began to fall down his cheeks, and he didn’t even try to wipe them away. He was completely captivated by the tiny life in his arms.

Sam, watching the tender moment, couldn’t resist a teasing but loving comment. “Hey, Dean, who knew you had such a soft side?”, he said with a grin, his voice gentle.

Dean glanced up at Sam, his smile wide and unguarded. “Shut up, Sammy”, he replied, but there was no heat in his words. He sat down on the chair beside your bed, still holding Ben close, his eyes never leaving his son’s face.

Meanwhile, Castiel stepped closer to you, his concern evident. He handed you a glass of water, his expression thoughtful. “Do you need anything else? Some food, perhaps?”, he asked, his voice gentle.

You smiled gratefully, taking the water from him and sipping it slowly. “Thank you, Cas. Some food would be great. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until now”.

Cas nodded, looking around the room as if he could produce food out of thin air. “I’ll see what I can find”, he said, his tone serious.

Dean looked up from Ben, his expression softening as he met your eyes. “You okay, Y/N?”, he asked, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded, a warm smile spreading across your face. “I’m good, Dean, thanks. You just have your moment there”, you said softly, watching the tender scene unfold.

Sam pulled up a chair next to Dean and leaned in, his eyes filled with wonder as he looked at Ben. He extended his pointer finger and gently touched Ben’s tiny hand, marveling at the softness. “Man, it’s so soft”, Sam whispered, his voice filled with awe.

Ben’s little fingers curled around Sam’s finger, holding on with surprising strength. Sam’s eyes widened, and he looked up at Dean, who was watching with a proud smile. “He’s got quite a grip for someone so small”, Sam said, his tone affectionate.

Dean chuckled softly, his gaze shifting between Sam and Ben. “Yeah, he’s a strong little guy. Takes after his dad”.

You laughed, feeling a deep sense of contentment as you watched the two brothers bond with your son.

Castiel returned a few moments later, carrying a tray with a variety of snacks and a sandwich. “I found some food”, he announced, setting the tray down on the small table beside your bed. “I hope this is to your liking”.

You smiled gratefully at Cas. “This is perfect, thank you”.

Cas nodded, his expression pleased. He moved to stand beside Dean, looking down at Ben with a curious but gentle gaze.

Ben still slept peacefully, his tiny chest rising and falling with each breath, but even in his sleep, he seemed to hold the attention of all three men completely captive. Dean, Sam, and Castiel were utterly entranced by the newborn.

Dean couldn’t take his eyes off his son, marveling at every little detail—the delicate lashes, the tiny fingers, and the soft tufts of hair. His heart swelled with an emotion so intense it was almost overwhelming.

Meanwhile, you took a bite of your sandwich, savoring the much-needed sustenance. Every muscle in your body ached, a dull throb that underscored the physical toll of labor, but the exhaustion was overshadowed by the pure happiness and contentment you felt. Your eyes stayed on Ben, absorbing every precious detail.

As you chewed, your gaze shifted to Dean. He looked up at that exact moment, and your eyes met. The connection between you was immediate and profound, a silent exchange of love and gratitude.

Dean’s expression softened even more, if that was possible. His eyes, still misty with unshed tears, conveyed everything he felt without needing words. You smiled back at him, your heart overflowing with the love you felt for this man and the beautiful family you had created together.

“Thank you”, you mouthed silently to him, feeling the words deeply.

Dean nodded, a small, tender smile playing on his lips.

You finished your sandwich, barely awake. The nurse returned to check on you and the baby, ensuring everything was progressing well. Dean, still holding Ben, shifted slightly to allow the nurse to perform her checks without disturbing the sleeping baby.

Dean sighed softly, his voice filled with a mix of emotions. “Alright, Sammy, ready to hold him?”.

Sam nodded eagerly, his arms already outstretched. “Absolutely”, he said, his excitement barely contained.

The two brothers exchanged Ben very carefully, their movements awkward but incredibly gentle. Dean made sure Sam had a secure hold on the baby, a proud smile on his face.

Once Dean was sure Ben was safe in Sam’s arms, he walked over to you. Without a word, he sat down beside you on the bed and gently pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. His fingers brushed through your hair, a soothing and affectionate gesture that made you feel even more loved and cherished.

“You were amazing”, Dean whispered, his voice filled with awe and pride. “I’m so proud of you”.

Tears welled up in your eyes again, not from pain or exhaustion, but from the overwhelming love you felt for Dean and your new family. “Thank you, Dean. I couldn’t have done it without you”.

Dean held you tighter, his lips brushing against your forehead. “You’re the strongest person I know, Y/N. You brought our son into this world. I’m so grateful for you”.

Dean held you close, his warmth and soothing words enveloping you in a cocoon of love and safety. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, the exhaustion from the day finally catching up to you. With Dean's comforting presence by your side, you allowed yourself to drift off, feeling a sense of peace and contentment that you hadn't felt in a long time.

Dean noticed your breathing slowing and your body relaxing against him. He continued to hold you, his fingers gently running through your hair. He watched you for a moment, his heart swelling with love and pride. "Rest, sweetheart", he whispered softly. "I've got you".

As you fell into a deep sleep, Dean carefully maneuvered you so you were lying comfortably on the bed. He tucked the blanket around you, making sure you were warm and secure. Then, he turned his attention back to Sam and Ben.

Sam was still holding Ben, his eyes filled with awe as he gazed at his nephew. "He's something else, Dean", Sam said quietly, not wanting to disturb you.

Dean nodded, his smile widening. "Yeah, he really is. It's hard to believe he's finally here".

The room was filled with a serene silence, the only sound the soft breathing of you and Ben. Dean sat down beside Sam, watching his son with a mixture of amazement and pride.

"Can I hold him again?", Dean asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Sam nodded, carefully transferring Ben back to Dean. "Of course. He's your son, after all".

Dean cradled Ben in his arms, his heart overflowing with love. He gently rocked his son, marveling at the tiny life he held.

As Dean held Ben, he felt a sense of completeness he had never known before. Surrounded by his family, he knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

Dean looked down at Ben, a mixture of awe and disbelief in his voice. “Look at him, Sammy. He’s so damn tiny. I can nearly hold him with one hand”.

Sam quickly interjected, a hint of panic in his tone. “Don’t try it, Dean”.

Dean chuckled softly, the sound filled with warmth. “I won’t, I won’t. Just… look at him. I’ve never seen anything so perfect”.

Sam chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Look at you, Dean. You’re all in on this dad thing already”.

Dean shrugged, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “How could I not be? Look at him. He’s so damn cute”.

Sam nodded, still smiling. “Yeah, he is. It’s kind of surreal, isn’t it?”.

“Yeah, it is. I never thought I’d get to experience this. It’s…amazing”.

Sam patted Dean on the back, his voice filled with genuine affection. “You’re going to be great at this, Dean”.

As the evening came and Ben was sleeping again in Dean’s arms, you found yourself gazing up at Dean, a questioning hint in your eyes. The moment was silent, filled with unspoken emotions, but without words, he knew exactly what you were thinking.

Dean leaned in closer, his voice a gentle whisper. “I meant it, Y/N. I love you”.

You swallowed hard, tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to process his words. “You probably just think so because of Ben”, you mumbled, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

Dean shook his head, his expression earnest and filled with conviction. “No, it’s not just because of Ben. It’s everything. Seeing you with him, yes, but also everything we’ve been through together. You’ve always been there, and I’ve been a fool not to realize it sooner”.

You looked into his eyes, searching for any doubt or hesitation but finding none. “Dean…”.

He gently placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped. “I love you, Y/N. I know I’ve messed up in the past, but I want to make things right. For you, for Ben, for all of us”.

Dean paused, his hand falling from your cheek as he took a deep breath. "A week after you left, I realized what I felt. You were so young when we first met, not even 18. I saw you as my little sister at first, and I was more than twice your age. It felt wrong to even think about you that way".

You listened intently, your heart aching as he continued. "But as time went on, you became more than just someone to protect. You became my partner, my friend, and then… more. I fought it because I thought it was wrong. I thought I was too old for you, that you deserved someone better. And then, when you left, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I missed you so much, and I realized that it wasn’t just about missing a friend or a partner. I was in love with you”.

His eyes were filled with regret and longing, and you could see the struggle he had gone through written all over his face. “I should have told you sooner, should have been honest with myself and with you. But I was scared. Scared of what it would mean for us, for you. And now, seeing you with Ben, knowing we have this incredible little person together, I know I can’t hide it anymore. I love you, Y/N, with everything I have”.

You felt your own tears start to fall, the weight of his words sinking in. “Dean, I… I never stopped loving you. Even when I left, it was because I didn’t want to complicate things. I thought you didn’t feel the same”.

He pulled you into his arms, careful not to disturb Ben, who was still sleeping peacefully. “We’ve both made mistakes, but we have a chance to start fresh. To build something real together. For us, and for Ben”.

You nodded, feeling a sense of hope and determination. “I want that, too. More than anything”.

Dean smiled, his eyes shining with love. “Then let’s do it. Let’s be a family”.

As you leaned into his embrace, you felt a sense of peace and completeness you hadn’t felt in a long time. No matter what challenges lay ahead, you knew you would face them together, as a family.

Four days later, you finally stepped into the bunker, grateful to be home after the whirlwind of the past few days. Dean carried Ben carefully in his arms, his expression a mix of pride and protectiveness. Sam and Castiel had gone ahead to prepare for your arrival, and they now stood waiting at the entrance with Jodie and her girls, Claire and Alex.

Dean’s free hand was gently guiding you, providing support as you still struggled a bit with walking after the delivery. The moment you crossed the threshold, you were greeted with warm smiles and welcoming arms.

“Welcome home!”, Jodie exclaimed, her face lighting up as she saw you and the baby. “We’ve been waiting for you”.

Claire and Alex crowded around, their faces full of curiosity and excitement. “Can we see the baby?”, Claire asked eagerly.

Dean nodded, carefully lowering Ben so they could get a better look. “This is Ben”, he said proudly, his voice soft and affectionate.

Claire and Alex cooed over the baby, their eyes wide with wonder. “He’s so tiny!”, Alex whispered, her expression filled with awe.

Jodie stepped forward, hugging you gently. “How are you feeling, Y/N?”.

You smiled, leaning into her embrace. “Exhausted but happy. It’s good to be home”.

Sam stepped up, his grin wide as he looked at Ben. “This little guy’s going to be spoiled rotten with all the love around here”.

Dean chuckled, his eyes never leaving Ben. “Yeah, he’s already got everyone wrapped around his tiny finger”.

Castiel watched the scene with his usual calm demeanor, a small smile playing on his lips. “It’s good to have everyone together”, he said, his voice full of quiet contentment.

With Dean’s help, you made your way to the couch and sat down, grateful for the support. Dean sat beside you, still holding Ben, who was sleeping soundly despite the excitement around him.

Everyone gathered around Ben, their faces filled with anticipation and love as they waited patiently for their turn to hold the baby. Dean carefully passed Ben to Claire first, who cradled him gently, her eyes wide with wonder. Alex stood close, eagerly waiting for her turn, while Jodie watched the scene with a warm smile.

Jodie placed a hand on your shoulder, her touch comforting. “Did everything go smoothly?”, she asked softly, her eyes searching yours for any signs of distress.

You nodded, giving her a tired but genuine smile. “Yeah, it went well. A bit earlier than expected, but everything turned out fine. Dean and Cas were amazing”.

Jodie squeezed your shoulder gently. “I’m so glad to hear that. You’ve been through a lot, and you deserve all the happiness in the world”.

Dean leaned in, kissing your temple softly before pulling you tightly against him. His warmth and presence were comforting, a silent reminder of the love and support he provided. Jodie, observing the tender moment, raised an eyebrow and pointed between the two of you, a knowing grin spreading across her face.

"So, Dean finally accepted his feelings for you?", she teased, her eyes twinkling with amusement. It was clear she had suspected the truth long before Dean had come to terms with it himself.

Dean chuckled, a bit sheepishly, and nodded. "Yeah, I guess I did", he admitted, looking at you with a mixture of love and gratitude. "It just took me a while to realize what was right in front of me".

Jodie laughed softly, giving you both a warm, approving look. "Well, it's about time. I'm happy for you both. And for Ben, too. He's got a great family".

Alex, holding Ben now, looked up and smiled. "Yeah, he sure does", she agreed, gently rocking the baby in her arms. Claire nodded, still standing close, her eyes filled with admiration.

As the evening continued, the sense of unity and love among your friends and family grew even stronger. Dean's acceptance of his feelings for you and the love you both shared for Ben became a beacon of hope and happiness, illuminating the path ahead.

As everyone took turns holding Ben, you leaned against Dean, feeling his steady heartbeat against your side. The room was filled with laughter, soft conversations, and the warmth of shared love and support.

Eventually, the time came for Jodie, Claire, and Alex to leave. They each gave you and Dean warm hugs, promising to visit again soon. Sam and Castiel lingered for a while longer, making sure everything was settled before heading off to their rooms.

Finally, it was just you, Dean, and Ben. Dean helped you to your room, making sure you were comfortable before placing Ben in the crib nearby. He then sat beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

"We’re really a family now", he whispered, his voice filled with awe and love.

You rested your head against his chest, feeling a deep sense of peace. "Yeah, we are. And I wouldn’t have it any other way".

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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