Supernatural Imagines{Completed}

Proud Part Two

Dean×Reader

Warnings: a little swearing, death.

First Person

I waddled down the bunker hallway. My big tummy moving as the baby kicks and moves more and more. I groan in slight pain and hold my stomach.

"You sure are a strong boy." I whisper and feel liquid drip down my leg. "Oh God." I say panicked. Water pools at my feet and I scream for Dean. Heavy footsteps approached closer and closer. I lean against the wall groaning in pain. I wrap my arms instinctively toward my grown tummy as Dean rushes forward. The white hot pain took away all my attention as Dean tried to talk to me but I couldn't hear a thing.

The next thing I know, I am in the back seat of the Impala gripping at the front seat for life. I let out another groan of pain before saying, "Dean this baby is coming now!" The car swerved and pulled onto the shoulder of the road. Sam got out as quickly as Dean. Sam opened the back door at my feet and tried to remain calm. But I knew by his eyes that he was holding everything in. Dean opened the door behind me and he supported my back.

"Sam out a blanket down." He says but Sam looks up.

"What do you mean put a blanket down, we don't have time for this!?" Sam replied.

"I don't want any blood in baby now put a blanket down." Dean commands before I scream in pain. I felt Dean tense behind me. Sweat beads rolled down my face as I couldn't help but push now.

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Eventually we made our way to the bunker again. Cas checked little Johnny, making sure he was healthy and well. I cradle Johnny close and brushed my fingers against his flush check.

"You will always be safe, and you will live the life you want to. Daddy and I won't push you anywhere you don't want to, okay?" I whisper and kiss his forehead. I laid him down in the crib Dean had put together from IKEA. I turn the lights off and leave the door open for some light. I walked down the hallway back to my room. Dean passed out splayed out on the bed. I make my way over and slide under the covers. I felt the bed shift as Dean faced me. His arms wrapping around my figure.

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7 years old, our little Johnny has grown so fast it still breaks my heart to see how fast he grows. But I couldn't see him anymore, unfortunately. Demons caught a hold of me and Johnny. Dean saved Johnny just like I told him.

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Johnny fell asleep at the smaller table in his room. A piece of paper on top with a couple crayons scattered. Dean picked up the paper and read through the squiggles.

Dear Mommy,

Daddy says that you went somewhere but he won't tell me. I hope you are okay and come back. I miss you mommy. I miss when you read me stories and sing me to sleep. Mommy please come back, I have been a good boy since you left. At school, I met new kids and they are nice to me. Daddy is sad, he says you aren't coming back but I will wait.

Johnny

Tears dripped down Dean's face and onto the paper. He picks up his son and lays him in his bed. He kisses Johnny's forehead and tucks him in. Only if you were there with them, they could be happy again.

This is really short, but I am exhausted. I bought a Oujia board and I won't play alone, and none of my family members will help me so I am waiting for a friend to come over to figure out who is keeping me up at night.