"If you walk out of that door, you're walking away from me. Forever." Your words were harsh but shaky with the sobs.
"You don't really mean that!" He practically yelled at you.
"I can't keep doing this. Not with everything that is on my shoulders. I love you Sam, but this, this is insane." You say, tears rolling down your face.
"You're kidding, right?! All that's on your shoulders? What are you talking about? You barely hunt with Dean and me anymore." Sam spat back at you, inching ever closer to the door.
"You just don't understand." You huffed and with that Sam shook his head at you and rolled his eyes.
"Well I guess this is goodbye then." Sam said, head down and then he did it. He walked out the door, not even looking back.
"But Sam, I'm pregnant." You whispered, but you were the only one in the room.
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*7 months later*
You were just rolling out of bed, literally, your baby bump had began to show quite a bit.
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and thought looked at the other side of the bed, you still slept to one side wishing Sam were lying next to you.
Why didn't I tell him I was pregnant? He would have stayed. Just because I was high risk and scared of letting him down.
You shook your head trying to shake your thoughts away.
You put on jeans and a shirt that was almost told small for your pregnant belly. Time to head out to get breakfast and interview a possible witness to a werewolf attack.
You arrived at a little dinner in town and was soon seated. You sat there eating breakfast when you heard someone call your name. Then a hand slapped you on the back.
"Hey Y/N! Holy crap! You move on quick!" Dean said with a wink and a friendly shove.
Your eyes went wide and you immediately looked around for Sam.
"He's in the bathroom." Dean said sitting across from you in the booth.
You just stared at Dean. What on earth were you supposed to say....what about Sam. You couldn't tell him.
"Hey Sammy, look who I found!" Dean pointed to you and then got up. "I'll be right back." Then he walked off.
"Y/N?" Sam's voice was a bit shaky. He came up next to you and his eyes got wide.
"Sam...." You started but we're cut off.
"Oh my God! Are you pregnant?!" Sam asked, anger in his voice.
"Um...Yeah, but before you jump to conclusions." Once again you were cut off.
"Well I see I didn't mean much to you." Sam's voice was full of hurt. He spun around getting ready to walk away from you.
"Sam stop! It's...it's yours." You said, louder and faster than you had intended.
Sam spun around on his heels. Even Dean looked over slightly confused.
"Why don't we take this outside." You said trying to clear your mind and figure out what to say.
"We have a motel room right across the street." Sam said. And started walking out to the impala.
Once you got to the motel room Sam sat at a desk and you on the edge of one of the beds.
"So how long have you known?" Sam started, tears already forming in his eyes.
"Well I'm about seven months along, I knew a week before you walked out," You once again got interrupted.
"What?! How could you not tell me?! You let me walk out. What the hell?!" Sam stood up and threw his hands in the air. He began to pace and tears were starting to roll down his cheek.
"Sam!" You yelled, "I was high risk, the doctors didn't think I'd carry the baby longer than three weeks. I didn't want to disappoint you or give you a reason to leave." You began to cry.
Sam walked over and bent down in front of you. He looked up into your eyes.
"Y/N, I would never leave you like that." It was your turn to cut him off.
"But you did!" You said pulling away from his grip.
"Interlacing my defense I didn't know. I thought you were ready to quit." Sam said hanging his head.
"Y/N, I want you to let me back in. This child needs a father, one who will be there for it and you. Trust me I know, my father was absent most of my life. I want the baby to know it has two parents that love it and that cherish it. Y/N, I still love you, you're all I think of, and now knowing that you're carrying my child, I can't just walk out on you." Sam was almost crying, his tears were rolling down his face, he was starting to tremble.
You couldn't think of anything to say, you just hugged him and kissed the top of his head.
"I'm so sorry Sam, I should have told you." You choked out.
"No, I shouldn't have walked away, I should have stayed and we could have worked this out." He said and sat by you on the edge of the bed holding you tight.
You sat like that for a few moments before he dropped his hand down to your belly. You winced a bit as the baby kicked under his hand.
"Oh my gosh, it kicked." Sam's face lit up and tears, this time happy ones fell from his eyes.
"She, Sam, your going to have a daughter." You looked at Sam and smiled.
