Is This Just Fantasy (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Chapter 3

You stayed silent on the ride to the restaurant, but Dean didn't seem to think anything of it. He was too busy singing along to the radio, and you couldn't help but smile at that.

Dean pulled his truck into the parking lot of a small, Mom and Pop cafe, and you climbed out, following Dean inside. The two of you placed your orders, both a cheeseburger and fries. You looked down at your hands, slowly tearing the napkin into tiny shreds, anything to keep you occupied while you tried to figure out a way to talk to Dean.

"Y/N, what's up? I've never seen you this nervous. Is it something about Sam?" Dean asked, grabbing one of your hands in his.

The loving, caring look of a brother shown on Dean's face, and for a moment, you wanted to tell him, to have someone else understand what you were going through. But in your heart you knew this wasn't your old friend Dean. Of course, he still sounded and looked the same, and still loved his classic rock. But this Dean hadn't carried his brother out of burning house, or gone to hell. This Dean still had hope, and his shoulders weren't weighed down with the weight of the world. Even though you wished you could talk to him, you couldn't ruin that.

So instead, you pasted on a fake smile, and shook your head. "Nothing serious, I'm just worried about Sam's birthday. Remind me again, what we have planned?"

It was the perfect thing to say, because Dean spent the rest of the lunch telling you about everything he had planned for dinner tonight. At least in this dream of yours, Sam and Dean's relationship was still as close as ever.

Dean dropped you back off at your house, assuring you he had everything under control, and the only thing you needed to do was bring Sam. Agreeing that you had that under control, you watched as Dean pulled away before making your way into the home you had somehow made with Sam.

The next two hours passed quickly and quietly, with you slowly meandering through the house, looking at all the knickknacks that you and Sam had accumulated throughout your relationship. There wasn't much given away about your history, a shell showing you had made it to some beach, a cheesy picture frame holding a picture of you and Sam on a ride at Disney Land.

Moving towards your bedroom, you made your way into Sam's closet. Instead of the usual jeans, and plaid you were expecting, his closet was filled with nice looking suit jackets, dress pants, and nicely pressed white shirts. Running your hands along the smooth fabric, you breathe in deeply, comforted by the fact that Sam scent had remained the same.

You heard the front door open, and Sam's voice ring out. "Y/N, I'm home. Where are you?"

Rushing down the stairs, you threw yourself into Sam's arms. Unsure how long this dream would last, you wanted to spend as much time as possible in his warm, strong, comforting embrace. An embrace that you had been missing for so long.

"Woah, what's this for? Not that I'm complaining." Sam chuckled, before returning the embrace.

Ending the hug too soon, Sam stepped back, keeping his hands on your shoulders, glancing down at your face. "Seriously Y/N, you've been off all morning. Are you sure everything is okay?"

"Everything's okay, can't I be a little excited to see my husband? It is his birthday after all." You said, wondering how this universe you would act.

He nodded, before leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead. "And I'm glad that you love me enough to be that excited, but don't you think we should be getting ready for dinner at my families?"

You heard what Sam had said, but you were too busy noticing the small changes that this universe had made to Sam. The lines were gone from his face, making him look younger, and his hair was shorter, and more reserved of a cut. It was still long enough that you could run your fingers through it, but more presentable for a lawyer. His stature was tall and confident, his shoulders squared in his dark charcoal suit. It was weird, and unsettling, seeing a much more assured Sam standing in front of you.

Shaking yourself out of your hypnotized state, you pushed Sam up the stairs. "I'll be up in a minute."

As soon as Sam was on the second floor, you collapsed down on the couch, trying to gain control of your emotions. This dream, or universe, whatever it was, was draining, especially when you had to try to act normal.

Just then, the phone next to you rang, and you quickly answered it, hoping for a distraction.

"Hello, is this Mrs. Winchester?" A polite female voice said on the other end of the line.

"Yes it is." You answered cautiously.

You heard paper rustling before the voice came back. "This is Dr. Finn. I just wanted to let you know the test results as soon as we received it."

"What results?" You asked, confused.

"Your results came back positive," the voice continued. "Congratulations Mrs. Winchester, you're pregnant. I'll be expecting a phone call soon to schedule an exam." The doctor said before hanging up. Dropping the phone, you sank back down on the couch, shocked.

A baby. As a hunter, you had always known it wouldn't be plausible to bring a baby into the world. Then, two years later, a Demon had made sure you couldn't, almost killing you in the process.

A smile crossed your face, changing from shock to giddiness, as you realized what this all meant. You were living the life you wanted, with the man you wanted, and now a baby was on the way. And what better day to tell him than on his birthday?