Dean x Reader One Shots

The Test (Fluff) (Imagine telling Dean you're pregnant)

Summary: Imagine telling Dean that you're pregnant with his child.

Word Count: 2,711

Your hands weren't even shaking when you held the test, when you felt your legs curl up and press against your chin while your lower back became freshly exposed to the cold wall behind you. They weren't shaking when you stared at the test in front of you, at the indicator that what was bad could get worse quickly. You didn't feel much of anything, not yet, and while you knew the basics of what was going on, while you understood that 1 + 1 was 2 and that the leaves turned colors in the fall, it didn't fully sink in. You didn't fully understand the weight of the test in front of you.

So thirty minutes later when you were lying on the floor of the bathroom while the test sat above you somewhere after you lazily threw it, you still didn't completely understand. You'd seen it in movies, had heard about the big moment when couples realized their lives were changed forever, but you never thought you'd be able to experience it, yourself. You weren't supposed to, this was never an option.

But when the realization hit you, it hit hard.

You were pregnant.

You were pregnant.

Your hand shot up to your mouth when you took in a deep breath and shot up into a sitting position, your legs pretzeled and feet cold as they sat bare against the bathroom tiles.

There was something growing inside of you, a child that had potential for anything. You were going to be bringing another human being into this world, you were going to need to clothe it and feed it, keep it safe and provide it housing. This little creature was going to demand attention and protection, it was going to keep you up most nights with crying and yelling and it was going to make you fat.

Dean was going to be a dad.

Dean was going to be a dad.

No. No, no, no, this couldn't be happening. You could hardly keep yourself alive, let alone another parasite. The world was dark, it was terrifying and evil and you certainly didn't want to be bringing another human into a world when you were hardly passing each day, yourself.

Dean... Dean was going to be a dad.

He always told you that having kids wasn't an option, and quite frankly you were on page with him. The two of you lived a dangerous life, there were way too many risks and dangers that might come to the child, to one ofyou that might leave a child homeless, parentless. You certainly didn't want to bring a child into a world of hunting, you didn't want to keep it in the dark while you hunted, and you didn't want to give up hunting. There were too many dangers and too few people trying to distinguish them, to cut out two more hunters...

The world couldn't afford to have two less hunters when it was already so low.

You were worried about how you were going to tell him, but that worry seemed to be entirely useless. A few hours later you still found yourself on the bathroom tiles, a small pool of tears gathering on the ground beneath your head and your body curled into a fetal position—oddly appropriate, you thought—when you heard a knock on the door, followed by Dean's soft questioning. He wanted to know whether you were in there, whether you were okay, but your breathing hitched and another wave of tears came over you.

He must have heard you, heard your utter inability to speak, because he was slow to open the door but—upon seeing you on the ground—was quick to swoop down next to you on the floor. He took your cheeks in his hands and put his face next to yours, indifferent about the fact that he was kneeling on a dirty floor.