Supernatural Imagines

Pregnancy p2- Dean x Reader

Title:  Sweetheart's Coming  Home

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2362

Part 2 of the new Dean x Reader pregnancy series! Some general domestic fluff and IT'S BIRTHIN' TIME (cue power rangers theme). What will y/n name her baby girl? Let's find out!

Warnings: Birthing (no details), general stress regarding the baby

Y/N's POV

"Sweetheart, will you stop kicking me for five minutes?" I asked my stomach, annoyed. I was in the eighth month of my pregnancy, and all I wanted to do was lay down and take a nap. My little Sweetheart, however, had other ideas.

"Crib is finished," Dean entered the room, smiling widely as he set his toolbelt down on the desk. In the two months since I moved in, we'd discovered that the only way for me to sleep through the night without getting kicked was to be sleeping alongside Dean, so he'd insisted we share his bed for the last few months of my pregnancy.

"Y/n? You okay?" he asked when he saw the look of pain on my face.

"Yeah," I sighed, sitting up. "I just wanted a nap, but Sweetheart said no. And I didn't want to bother you, I know you wanted to finish the crib before your hunt."

"Anything you need is not a bother," Dean said softly as he kicked his shoes off, his jeans joining them on the floor before he climbed in next to me. "I don't really want to go on this hunt anyway," he frowned.

"You skipped the last three, Dean," I scoffed as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. "Sammy needs you. And we will be fine- we have Cas, and if there's an emergency Crowley can pop us to the hospital-"

"Is popping good for the baby?" Dean interrupts immediately. The look of concern on his face immediately melted my heart.

"Cas assured me everything will be fine, the worst that could happen is it making me a bit nauseous," I giggled. "Besides, that's only if there's an emergency. And I have a whole month left of my pregnancy... there's nothing to worry about."

Dean sighed, knowing there was no way he'd convince me to let him stay home. We laid in silence for a moment, Dean tracing patterns across my swollen belly as he always did.

"She's not kicking anymore," I whispered softly. Dean moved to press a kiss to my temple.

"What can I say, chicks dig me," he laughed as I punched his arm. "Did you pick a name for her yet? Or are we sticking with Sweetheart?"

"We are not sticking with Sweetheart," I laughed as he frowned slightly.

"Why not? 'S a good name," he laughed.

"Sweetheart Winchester?" I laughed loudly alongside him. "Not happening Dean."

"Winchester?" Dean asked softly. I blushed deeply, realizing I had called her Winchester.

"W-well I don't want to name her after her dad," I stuttered, and Dean scoffed in agreement. "I don't know, I guess I just thought... nobody messes with the Winchesters. What better way to keep her safe than to build it right there into the name?"

"Well, saying nobody messes with the Winchesters is a bit of a stretch," he chuckled softly.

"But the Winchesters are scary. And how better to protect her from monsters than to make the monsters think big bad Dean Winchester is her father? No monster would be that stupid."