Bobby's daughter

It's good to see ya, boy!

"Uff!"

You dropped down on the couch, exhausted from walking around the library n order to find the book that Sam needed information out of. Nobody had told you that carrying a huge ball, that was now your belly, would be that hard. Furthermore you hadn't known that the kicking of the baby would be so annoying -sometimes at least- that you didn't get a lot of sleep some nights.

Usually Dean would be all over you as soon as you only did as much as shifting your weight, but he went out to grab the ice cream you graved so badly. If Dean wasn't there, your father would take his place so you didn't have to move at all. You had sent him to go take a shower because he refused to leave your side for more than five minutes, much like Dean. Bobby had moved in at the bunker about a month ago with the intention to be there when you gave birth to the baby growing in your now swollen belly.

Only Sam acted pretty normal. Since Dean had stopped hunting almost immediately after you found out that you were pregnant, just as he promised. He hadn't wanted to take any chances of the baby ahving to grow up without a father. That's why Sam either went on hunts alone or teamed up with Garth. Sam had just called you for information on the case, which you could give him after searching the library for one particular book.

You ran your hands over your belly, feeling the baby kick once. That made you smile to yourself and you thought about how fast the time had passed.

You and Dean had married only a month after he had proposed, inviting everyone who was important to you. It hadn't been many but everyone you needed. It was a sweet little ceremony, just like you had imagined. You wore a long white dress, strapless. The skirt fell down in long waves. A silver silken ribbon was fastened around your wait and formed a bow in the back. Dean wore a black suit over a white dress shirt with a creme colored vest and tie, not like the monkey suits the brothers were wearing on cases. He looked incredible and you remebered that your breath hitched in your throat. Of course Sam was his best man while you chose Charlie to be your maid of honor. As you had walked down the aisle, you saw Dean's huge smile lightning his whole face and making his meadw green eyes shine brightly. You could see so much love in his look, that your heart swelled so much that it almost exploded.

You heard the bunker door close with a loud thud and you were dragged out of your reverie and back into reality. Dean's heavy boots on the stairs echoed through the whole bunker. Even though he didn't hunt anymore, both of you had agreed that the bunker was the safest place you could live in, at least for now.

Before Dean came into the room where you were sitting on the couch, he made a detour to the kitchen to get you a spoon. When he entered the room and walked over to you with a proud smile on his face, he held a package of ice cream and a spoon in his outstreched hands. A big smile appeared on your face. Desperate to get your hands on it, you grabbed it out of his hands impatiently, which made Dean chuckle.

"I had to drive to three different stores until I found your special ice cream."

He sat down beside you and placed a quick kiss to your forehead. A moment later you had opened the lit of the package and dug the spoon inside, before guiding it, filled with a whole mountain of ice cream, to your mouth. The sweet and cold taste of the ice cream felt like heaven. You closed your eyes savoring the feeling.

Then you heard a laugh from the entrance. Your eyes opened again and you looked over to your dad standing on the threshold. You threw him a deathly glare. Ever since he moved in he was mostly makng fun of you. Either it was your waddling or the expression on your face when you stilled your cravings for food.

Suddenly you felt a pain in your abdomen and you let out a hiss. Dean tensed up beside you and even though you couldn't see him, you knew that concern darkened his features. One of his hands moved to your shoulder drawing calming circles on it.