Supernatural One-Shots

Dean-4

"Oh no." You whispered. 

You were alone in the bathroom, Dean fast asleep in the room next to you and you quickly put a hand to your mouth. The test with two little lines seeming to mock you as you stared down at it. You knew Dean, and you knew he would be the best dad ever, but there was no way that the three of you could make it. Dean's need to protect you would go haywire, and your desire to protect him would make you crazy when he tried harder in keeping you out of the cross fire. 

How were you going to tell him without the both of you managing to put the baby in more danger? Or the two of you in more danger?

~~~

"You did what?" You shouted. You were angry. Angry at the man before you, who simply hung his head with a frown under your intense gaze. 

"Dean! What the hell?" Sam pinched his brow. "I can't believe you!"

Dean shrugged. "I did what I had to Sam."

"No, you didn't have to do anything Dean. No one has to make a deal." You argued. 

"Can we just, not?" Dean sighed. "We can just, make the most of what we have?"

"What did you even make the deal for, Dean?" Sam pushed. "No one is dead, or in some kind of bind, why did you do it?"

Dean's eyes slowly traveled from his brother to you before to the floor, a frown slowly growing on his face. "It doesn't matter, it's not going to happen now."

"Dean! Come on." Sam sighed. "What is it?"

"Nothing!" Dean shouted. "Let's just move on!"

Before you or the youngest Winchester could say anything back to Dean, he marched down the hall, no doubt to his room, slamming the door. Both of you looked at each other, worry evident on both of your faces. 

~~~

"Hey. . ." You mumbled, cracking open the door to Dean's room, though the room might as well have been both of yours, since you spent almost every night in here. Dean was sat on the end of his bed, hands buried deep in his hair, but they dropped to his lap when he looked up at you, a soft smile on his face.

"Hey, baby." His voice was low, and your heart sank. You knew that coming in here would be awkward and weird, but you also knew that this man loved you, and you loved him. 

You sat down next to him and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you as close to him as he could get you.

"It's going to be okay." Dean assured you, and that's when you couldn't hold back your tears. They brimmed your eyes without your permission and you quickly wiped them, not wanting him to feel bad. 

"You know, don't you?" You whispered.

Dean was quiet for a while before he sighed. "Yeah. . . You aren't very good at hiding things."

You frowned. "So the deal. . . You said that it wouldn't happen now. You didn't. . . You didn't make them take the baby away did you?"

"No!" He replied quickly, shifting to look at you. "No, I didn't. I made the deal to keep it safe, to keep you safe. No matter what."

"No matter what?" You wrinkled your nose. "What's that supposed to mean?" 

"It means just in case something happened we aren't prepared for."

A sob caught in your throat, and your voice cracked as you spoke. "I wasn't prepared for the baby to lose its dad, Dean."

"I know." Dean's voice trembled and he pulled you to his chest. "I know, baby. It's okay. Don't cry."

"We've gotta get you out of this Dean."

"Hey, I got ten years Y/N. That little baby will know me."

"No, Dean." You sniffled, leaning up. "You're going to be there for it all, not just ten years. Almost a year of that is gone to my pregnancy alone!"

"Y/N, I promise it'll be okay. You're going to do great. We did the best we could with our lives, you know that." Dean leaned his forehead against yours. "Nothing will ever come close to what we shared together. It's just my journey."

"It's my journey too." You wanted so badly to argue with Dean, to put up so much of a fight, but you understood. You understood that this was who he was, that he would have always wound up dying to protect you and your child. This was just happening sooner than you thought. You really thought that if he did anything, it would be after the baby is born. 

"Just lay with me, and we can pretend like this never happened, okay?" He pulled you to him, leaning back into the bed. You curled into his side, arm draped across his waist and head on his chest. One of his arms was wrapped around your shoulders, the other had a hand against your hair, his thumb rubbing light strokes. 

"I don't know that I can pretend that well." You whispered. "It's always going to be in the back of my mind."

"Then leave it in the back." He answered. "For now, we live in the front."

~~~

"So I'm going to have a niece or nephew and . . . No brother to go with them." Sam was pissed.

"Sam, you have to understand-"

"No, Dean, I don't." Sam sighed. "We could have dealt with this another way Dean. There are plenty of people that would have protected Y/N and the baby if that was what you were worried about,  myself included."

"You can still be there Sam, just because I'm not doesn't mean you don't have to be. I've got ten years. I'm sure the little kid will love his Uncle Sam." Dean was trying to lighten the mood, getting Sam to see that there was another person in this situation. 

"You're going to be the death of me." Sam sighed. 

Dean chuckled, no doubt about to make a joke about not for much longer, but you spoke instead. "I'd like you two to get along when the baby is here. I don't want them to grow up without a father. . . Or father figure."

Sam looked startled, obviously not thinking about what the child would view him as when Dean was gone. Dean frowned, his face obviously giving away that he had thought about it.

"Take care of both of them when I'm gone Sam." Dean threatened. "Or I'll come back and haunt your ass."

Sam rolled his eyes. "I always will Dean, you know that."

Dean smiled at you, more contempt with leaving you now that he knew his brother was on your side.  You all were going to be okay, and you were going to make do with the time you had left with the father of your child.