Bobby's daughter

Little Jerk!

You stared down at the stick in your hands. Disbelieve and surprise was written all over your face. How was this possible? You and Dean had always...Oh! The memory of the the dangerous hunt Sam and Dean went on two months ago came rushing back to you. It was a close call and both, you and Dean, were relieved when he was back at the bunker which lead to a celebration of the special kind.

A sigh escaped your lips. Pregnant. There was no denying it anymore, you made a bunch of those test and all of the turned out positive.

You always wanted a family and you knew Dean wanted the same, but you agreed on him quitting huntig before started anything, but it was clear that that wasn't the case in the next couple of years. Right now was just not the best time.

"(Y/N), is everything okay?"

There was a slight knock on the door, followed by Dean's concerned voice. You hid the pregnancy test- the positive pregnancy test- in the box of tampons under the sink, where you knew none of the boys would get close to. Then you washed your hands and opened the door afterwards, revealing Dean standing right in front of you, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Everything's fine."

You forced a smile on your face. Dean didn't seem to believe it, he just knew you too well.

"Did you have to throw up again? You should really go see a doctor."

Your face turmed into a grimace, thinking that you really should go see a doctor, just not the doctor Dean had in mind.

"You're probably right, I'll go tomorrow."

Before running of to yours and Dean's shared room in order to get your head straight, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

Dean looked after you in confusion, not saying anything. He knew that if you needed to talk you would come to him by yourself.

***

The door to the bunker opened and closed again with a thud, as you entered. You just came back from your gynecologist, who confirmed the many pregnency tests were indeed right. Somehow you hoped you had read them wrong and the nausea you felt for the last two weeks was just some sort of severe food poisining or allergy of some kind.

You were happy, you honestly were, but you would be happier if your boyfriend wasn't always in fights that could end with him being killed. Moreover you had no idea how Dean would react. What if he was angry that it happened now? What if he wouldn't want to quit hunting? What if he thought that the baby was nothing more than a burden? What if he had only ever lied to you when he told you he wanted children?

There was only one way to find out.

So while you walked down the stairs, you gave yourself a peptalk. You knew Dean better than anyone, except maybe his brother. He wouldn't lie to you. He loved you. He wanted children and that it was earlier than planned didn't mean anything.

You reached the library where your boyfriend and his brother were seated at one of the tables. Sam was doing something on his new tablet, you and Dean had given him as a present for his birthday. Dean was, to your surprise, reading in a book.

He looked up as soon as he heard your footsteps and was now gazig at you, standing on the threshold. An expactant look was on his face where you could also see a hint of concern. Over the last two weeks, ever since you started to throw up, worry was always present in his features. He had been relieved when you finally left the bunker and went to the doctor two hours ago.

"What did the doctor say?"

"Nothing severe", you answered, the confidence you had talked yourself into on the way over, was gone. You had no idea how to tell him.