Request for ur_number_2_fan
Warning: some language is used in this fic. And some implied sex.
Sometime in the hunting life, things get complicated. Tension and stress runs high, and then a lot of alcohol happens. When alcohol happens, let's face it. Shit happens. You lose your inhibitions and sometimes your V-card.
I can tell you this much. Sam, Dean and I had a hunt where everyone in the family we were trying to protect got killed. Of course we ganked the bitch, but at a great price. Afterward, fingers were pointed. There was a lot of shouting. I will fully admit to the fact that I cried, and when I could take no more I ran. To the bar... That's where I made my mistake. Or maybe not...
After my third round of shots, the boys came in the bar fuming. Both ordering an obscene amount of liquor. Somewhere in between my 9th and 10th shot the shouting started up again. And somewhere in there a very drunk hooker showed up and was yelling too. That part is still very fuzzy.
We got kicked out of the bar, but we were all hammered and still stark raving mad. The shouting continued back into the motel room, where things escalated.
I know for a fact that I was having angry sex with someone... And it was awesome. But in the morning. Sam, Dean, the hooker, and myself woke up in various places in the room. Naked and covered with bodily fluids, both our own and someone else's. Who's? We didn't know....
That was where the real nightmare began. After the hooker left, we all took showers... Had breakfast... And just forgot the whole thing... That is until two months later I didn't get my period... Oh shit...
I took all the little test things. Double lines... Positive.... This isn't good....
I told Sam and Dean. That went a little something like this.
"Guys, you remember the case in Fairbanks,"
"How could I forget?" Sam rolled his eyes.
"Did you forget that one of the two of you, or potentially both of you screwed me," I pointed out.
It was silent for a moment.
"That happened," Dean said sheepishly.
"Yeah, well" I pulled out the little pregnancy stick and put it on the table.
They looked down at it, then up at me.
"No," they said together in disbelief.
"So now we have an issue," you said. "Which one of you is the Baby Daddy,"
No one said anything.
That day was spent in the motel room, trying to pierce the veil of our memories. However being utterly drunk during the event made everything very complicated.
"I'm pretty sure, I screwed the hooker," Sam said finally.
"How do we know you didn't screw me first, and or after?" you asked.
"Fair point, but I know that I screwed the hooker,"
"Good for you," Dean said.
Months past, your belly got bigger. You decided to keep the baby, aborting was against your morals. And you had already fucked up your conscious enough. (No pun intended).
When the baby finally arrived, the child was tested and results came back with half of Dean's DNA. The baby was Dean's.
It was actually a blessing. You and Dean always did have chemistry, even before the "incident". And the baby was just all the more reason to get married, and raise a family.
