Supernatural Preferences {Oneshots, Preferences, Imagines}

Pregnancy BSM 2: First Doctors Appointment

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Age 19: Your stomach was twisting uncomfortably and time passed too quickly for your liking. You were pacing the floor of the bunker – you and your brothers had quickly finished up the hunt and hurried home when you found out about the baby – while biting your nails all the way to the nubs.

"Sis?" You whipped around and came face to face with Dean. "Why are you still here? I thought you were going to the doctor's."

"Cas said he was going to come with me. I can't do it alone."

"Where is the feathered one?"

"Heaven. Fighting for our baby."

Dean's face fell, and he suddenly looked twenty years older. "Noted."

"Could you," you said, "and Sam go with me? I-I really can't go alone."

"Always."

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The waiting time at the doctor's was excruciating. Dean and Sam were of absolutely no help, as they flanked your sides and glared at anyone who even looked your way. It wasn't like anyone knew why you were here. The bunker was in the middle of nowhere, and the closest town was tiny, so it was a regular doctor's office, except they had one doctor who took care of all the pregnancies.

"Y/N Winchester," an elderly woman called. You all three got up and followed her wordlessly. She stopped to let you into an examination room, and all three of you managed to spill into the room and wiggle yourself into the chairs.

"I'm doctor Welsh and I will be your doctor throughout this entire process. We'll be getting to know each other very well. But first, how are we doing today?"

"Nervous," Dean and Sam chorused, to the great amusement of Dr. Welsh.

"I was asking Ms. Winchester, but thank you, boys."

You couldn't help but laugh as both your brothers flushed red, and the knot in your stomach loosened as Dr. Welsh chuckled along. "I'm okay, thank you. A bit freaked out, but I reckon that's normal." Dr. Welsh nodded and wrote something on a clipboard. "Oh, and just call me Y/N," you added as an afterthought.

"Very well, Y/N. Now, I'm going to be asking you some questions now, and I'm not sure you would like your brothers to overhear the answers."

You and Dr. Welsh shared a laugh as Dean and Sam hurried out.

"Listen, Y/N, I know what you and your brothers do," Dr. Welsh said seriously, as soon as the echoing footsteps of your brothers had faded.

"W-what?" you stammered, eyes wide as you got up from the chair and started backing away.

"I know you're hunters. My father was a hunter. Your baby isn't entirely human, is it?"

You slowly shook your head. "It's part angel," you admitted.

"I thought so. But you can't tell your brothers about me."

Your shoulders tensed up again, and you took another step backwards, fingers itching to reach for the knife you had stashed into your boot. "Why?"

"Your father knew my father. They went on a hunt together, once, and my father ruined it. Your father was sure it was intentional, a trap, and while I think you're the understanding one of the bunch, I know your oldest brother, Dean, out there, isn't."

"You're, my god, you're Richard's daughter, aren't you?" you accused, but your tone was colored in relief. Having a doctor who knew everything that was going on would make everything so much easier.

"Yes, I am. I know everything about hunting, so nothing you say come as a surprise."

"That's," you said, "really great.

"Good. Now, tell me about the father."

You finally took a seat in the chair once again, and you couldn't help a smile from blooming on your face. "His name is Castiel-"

"The Castiel?" Dr. Welsh interrupted with huge eyes. She immediately cleared her throat, her cheeks pinking slightly. "Sorry, maybe you can surprise me after all."

You giggled before continuing. "Yeah, the Castiel. The only problem about having a baby with an angel is the whole Nephilim business. Heaven will only accept the baby if we hand him or her over after a year. Cas is up there right now, trying to convince them otherwise, but it seems pretty pointless."

Dr. Welsh hummed sympathetically, writing something more on her clipboard. She bit the end of the pen for a few beats before sighing deeply. "Okay, when was the baby conceived?"

"About three weeks ago."

You chatted with Dr. Welsh for about half an hour, and she prescribed you some vitamins to take. You set up another appointment, before shaking her hand with a genuine thank you.

"I'm happy to help. I can't begin to imagine the agony of this situation," she said, and well, you almost started crying. Fucking hormones.

With a wave, you left her office to go find your brothers. Sam was fast asleep in one of the chairs in the waiting room, and Dean was chatting up the receptionist. When he caught sight of you, he kicked Sam in the shin so he awoke with an unattractive snort. Dean abandoned the receptionist, who proceeded to glare daggers at you as Dean enveloped you in a hug. You couldn't help but stick your tongue out at her over Dean's shoulder, and when Sam caught sight of it, he clapped a hand over his mouth to hide his cackle.

"How did it go?"

"Amazing! She's really nice and – " you caught yourself just before you blurted out the hunter part, and coughed into your palm before continuing " – and she gave me some vitamins we have to pick up. Let's go."

"Let's."