Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

News- Dean

Based off of a prompt I found.

You woke with an overwhelming feeling of nausea as the contents of last night's dinner started working their way up your throat. You slapped a hand over your mouth and raced over to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. You groaned and rubbed your temple, the lightheadedness starting up.

You heard Dean get out of bed and stumble into the bathroom, not fully woken up yet.

"You okay?" he asked kneeling beside you and rubbing your back after pulling your hair out of your face.

"Just feeling a bit sick," you sighed, leaning over the toilet again as you felt more stuff coming up.

Dean got up to fetch you a glass of water and you flushed the toilet in disgust, the taste heavy on your tongue. Your husband knelt beside you once more and handed you the cup, which you accepted gratefully, taking small sips.

"Do you think we need to go to the doctor?" he asked, massaging your shoulders. You had been getting sick throughout the week.

You thought for a moment. You knew the symptoms to pregnancy, but your period wasn't supposed to start until a few days, so you didn't know for sure. It seemed like Dean didn't suspect anything, nor Sam had made any comments, so you didn't want to go out and buy a pregnancy test.

Yet, you wanted to know if this was just a flu or not. It was autumn, 'tis the season to start getting sick.

"I guess we could go get it checked out," you replied.

"We can leave whenever you're ready."

You stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes, just in case, but the nausea started fading away and your shakily stood up.

Sam was still asleep, having not woken from the rush to the bathroom. You left a note in the kitchen.

Sam-

Dean and I are heading out for a bit. Shouldn't be gone long. If you need us, call.

-Y/n

"Alright. I'm ready." You and Dean headed to the Impala and drove to the nearest clinic.

"Alright, just write your symptoms here and a doctor will come shortly." A nurse handed you a clipboard and a pen with a sheet of paper.

You sat down with Dean in the waiting room and started filling it out.

"Dean? What's our name?" you whispered.

"Smith," he responded with a smirk, pulling out a random ID. "I'm John, you're Rose." He handed you your fake ID. You finished filling out your information and handed the clipboard to the front desk.

"Rose Smith?" A doctor walked into the waiting room, you stood up. Dean started to but the doctor told him he had to wait. "This shouldn't take too long," she assured.

"So, I'm just going to ask a few questions then we can do a scan."

"Okay," You chirped, trying to sound light and happy. You walked off with the nurse.

"You said that you have been throwing up throughout the week?"

"Yes."

"Have you missed your period?"

"It shouldn't have started yet, that's why we came. It takes a little longer than the usual cycles, I didn't want to have to wait a couple more days to see if I'm pregnant or not."

"Okay, I think I can just to a quick ultrasound then, just to see."

You two switched to a different room and she instructed you to lie back on the bed. You rolled up your shirt and she rubbed some cold goo onto your stomach.

You averted your eyes from the screen, wanting to be surprised with the result.

"Alright, Mrs. Smith-" the doctor started.

You descended the stairs to find Dean sitting anxiously at the bottom of them. He turned upon hearing footsteps and met your gaze.

You held out the ultrasound photo and gave it to Dean. It took him about a second to realize what he was looking at but his concerned look melted into a grin.
It was too early to see much but...

"I'm pregnant!" you cheered. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a passionate kiss. You pulled away but one of his hands rested against your stomach.

"I- I'm going to be a father," he whispered, a determined look on his face.

You two drove back to the bunker in silence, but an excited atmosphere lingered in the air.

"I can't believe it." You finally broke the silence as you stepped through the door and descended the stairs.

"I can't either," Dean responded, wrapping an arm around your waist, kissing your cheek.

"Can someone tell me what we 'can't believe?'" Sam rounded the corner. You handed him the ultrasound and Dean smirked.

"You're going to be an uncle, Sammy," he chuckled. Sam's face lit up.

"Congrats!" He clapped Dean on the back.

Later that night, you and Dean were laying on the couch together. You had fallen asleep with your head against his shoulder and his hand on top of your stomach.

"I promise I will treat you better than my father," he whispered tracing a pattern across your abdomen.

Next chapter you're in for a treat. It's time for a fandom crossover.