Supernatural Imagines

Letters

You can't decide what feels worse, the morning sickness or the aching feet. Actually, you know what the worst part of being pregnant is. It's the sideways look that Sam and Dean give you every time you walk down the hallway of the bunker. There's a silent feud between the three of you, unspoken snarks float in the air and awkward situations make themselves a regular occurrence. Either way, you refuse to act on it, feeling like none of it is their business anyways.

It makes you sick with anger to think that they would treat you like you're their property, like they have any kind of say in who you love. It's not like you could help falling for Adam anyways.

After the Winchesters rescued Adam from the cage, he stuck around for a while. The two of you would hang around the bunker all day while the boys were gone. At first it was a little strange to have him there all the time. You remember being a bit shy around each other, but he eventually started to grow on you. His cute half smile made your heart melt. Every time you touched him you felt cozy inside.

You sit in the kitchen, reading the newspaper to look for a case for Sam and Dean. The more they are gone on hunts, the better. Dean's loud footsteps signal his entrance from the hall, and you look up from the paper, noticing that he's avoiding eye contact.

Adam strolls in a few minutes later, grabbing a bowl of cereal and sitting down at the table with you. You take a sip of a glass of orange juice and continue to read as he presses a kiss to your cheek.

"Morning," He smiles, showing his dimples.

Next it's Sam who enters, wearing shorts and a tank top. You see the sweat accumulated on his forehead from his morning jog. He grabs a bottle of water from the refrigerator, taking a few sips.

Once again, silence fills the room. You understand that they blame you; they need someone to save their asses constantly and without you they'd be in big trouble. You're basically abandoning them, leaving "Team Free Will" without it's fourth and final member.

Guilt drags you down as the silence continues. You finally stand up, grabbing your glass of orange juice and heading towards your room. That's when you feel it. The sudden jolt in your stomach causes you to drop the glass, making it shatter on the floor and send OJ everywhere.

"Y/N!" Adam is by your side in seconds, grabbing hold of your hand and cupping your stomach. Sam and Dean follow as well, wanting to make sure you're okay. You don't know why they would be concerned; lately it feels like you could vanish into thin air and they wouldn't notice or much less care.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," You breathe out. "The baby just kicked hard, that's all."

You look down to see the broken glass and orange juice on the floor, then glance back up to see Dean's eyes filled with disappointment.

"I'm gonna go to my room, now." You whisper, walking away quickly. You feel helpless, like another victim that Sam and Dean have to constantly save.

You sit down on the side of your bed, tears forming in your eyes. You can't handle it anymore. Everyday you want to scream at the Winchesters to stop what they're doing to your head. It's killing you on the inside, dragging you down into an inescapable pit of damaged self worth.

"Y/N, it's me," Adam knocks softly on the other side of your door. You stand up to let him in, trying to wipe away the tears. "Do you want to talk about it?" He offers.

You shake your head, sitting back down on the bed. Adam follows.

"It's pretty hard to understand, especially since you weren't here before. When everything was normal."

He nods, falling silent. His arm moves to your shoulder and you lean into him, not wanting the moment to end. Being with Adam makes you feel safe. You know that unlike his two half brothers, he would never hurt you. He would never turn on you.