You woke up to the feeling of the cool air on your stomach and when you cracked your eyes open to inspect it, you saw Dean starting to kiss your middle ever so lightly.
"Hey, JJ," He was whispering, "I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd wake your mom up this way."
He chuckled when you took his pillow and hit him in the head with it.
"Babe," You groaned, seeing it was only four in the morning, "Why can't you sleep?"
"Nightmares." He mumbled shyly, and you started running your fingers through his hair, instantly relaxing him.
"Wanna talk about it?" You whispered and he looked up at you with a sigh, "Come on, you can tell me anything."
"I think I'm just worried about you two." He admitted, crawling back up to be next to you, placing a hand on your stomach, "This isn't exactly the safest life."
"Would it help if I told you I'm not going to hunt anymore?" You smiled softly, drawing small patterns on his bare shoulder.
"Won't you go stir crazy?" He laughed lightly, not thinking you were serious.
"I've been thinking about it," You told him honestly, "And with everything I have now, I think I can step back. Give it up."
"You'd be willing to do that?" He asked skeptically, knowing how you are.
"I'm not saying I won't miss it," You smiled, running a finger along his jaw, "But if I was gonna trade it for anything, it'd be you and this thing in my stomach."
"Hey, their name is JJ," He laughed and then kissed you, "I love you so much."
"I would ask you if you wanna get me pregnant," You laughed, "But it's too late."
"Doesn't mean we can't practice for another time." He smirked, kissing you again.
"You'd want more than one?" You asked him between kisses as his arms wrapped under your back, making you arch slightly into him.
"I'd have as many as you'd want," He smiled sweetly and you widened your eyes, "But by that face I'm thinking we should stick to one for now."
"For now," You agreed with a nod, "But like you said, no harm in practicing."
He laughed, pulling you even closer, and covering you in kisses.
The rest of the day was spent in bed or running around the bunker, just being blissfully happy with each other. He never left your side and it reminded you of when you first got together, but it was so much more this time.
The pure understanding and love you have for each other is unmatched.
Even if you still piss each other off.
After calling everyone to tell them the news, you felt a giddy feeling rising up inside of yourself. It was amazing to hear from them and when they found out they went ballistic with happiness, promising to visit soon.
And for some reason soon after that, you felt the sudden need to have a bunch of blankets around you in bed.
"More?" Sam asked with a laugh when he caught you rifling through the closet again.
"More." You confirmed, pulling out four more in your arms, "I don't know why you guys have so much bedding, but I've never been happier with that decision."
"We housed a bunch of hunters at one point," He explained, walking with you to the room you've been sharing with Dean, mentally planning to make your old room a nursery, "And decided just to keep them all."
"Well, they still smell fresh from the wash." You inhaled deeply, getting to the door.
"Something wrong?" He asked when you paused, refusing to open it while he stood there.
"Uh," You cringed when you looked at him, "Sometimes when I come back Dean's..."
"He's what?" Sam smiled and then registered your face before his own scrunched in disgust, "He's naked, isn't he?"
"Yes." You admitted shamefully, looking down.
"If it bothers you, you should tell him," He put a hand on your shoulder, "You look upset."
"I'm embarrassed because it's one of my favorite things, but he's your brother, so this is awkward." You smiled sheepishly after blurting your reason.
He took his hand off your shoulder suddenly.
"Oh, wow," He winced, "That's super disturbing."
"You should back away," You warned, "I'm going in!"
He shook his head with a smile before turning around and jogging away.
"Oh, it's sexy time!" Dean called from the bed and you laughed at how right you were.
You shut the door behind you and walked proudly over to the edge of the bed, throwing the blankets down, some of them falling on him.
"I think this will do." You told him confidently.
"Are we making a fort?" He asked with a laugh.
"No," You thought for a moment, thinking maybe you were going crazy, you couldn't even remember why you brought them in, and now you're crying, "What the fuck." You breathed, wiping a tear off your cheek.
"Aw, babe," He cooed, reaching out to you, "It's just the hormones."
"I hate them," You grumbled, climbing into the bed, and cuddling into his side, "But you're warm and that's nice."
He kissed the top of your head and you looked up at his face, giving him a soft smile that soon turned mischievous.
"What're you up to?" He smiled, running his hand down your hair.
"I mean I'm not gonna waste a perfectly good naked Dean Winchester," You smirked, and he laughed, "Just gotta even the playing field."
He raised his eyebrows curiously and then his eyes filled with lust as you started to strip.
"So beautiful." He whispered and you laughed because you were currently thinking the opposite about yourself.
"I'm already getting fat, but I can't tell if it's the baby or the bacon," You smirked, "Isn't that the ultimate question?"
"Whether it's the baby or the bacon, or hell, even if it's both," He smiled, cupping your cheek, "You'll always be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"You're just saying that to get laid," You scoffed with a smile, "I mean it's working, but still."
"You know that's not true." He frowned, thinking you were serious.
"I know, but like I said, it's working, so would you just be quiet so I can kiss you?"
"I thought you liked it when I was vocal." He smirked.
"Oh, I do," You wiggled your eyebrows, putting a hand on his arm, and leaning to kiss his neck, then down his chest, "Let's see just how vocal you can be."
"You're going to be the death of me," He pulled you back up to your confusion, and kissed you softly, "But I just want you with me."
"I don't think anyone would guess that missionary is your favorite position," You teased, kissing him, "Just saying."
"With you? Every position is my favorite, but this makes me feel closest to you."
"Such a cheeseball, oh my god," You continued teasing him between kisses as he trailed his hands down your sides before flipping you gently, so you were underneath, "Does your brother and best friend know how cheesy you are?"
"No." His answer was partly muffled as he kissed your neck.
"Aw, all for me?"
He lifted his head to look at you with lidded eyes and he smiled, kissing you sweetly.
"Only you."
