Supernatural Imagines

Emotional Roller Coaster (Dean)

You threw out the sip of 'coffee' you had in your mouth into the sink. You washed your mouth with water, finding what you just drank disgusting. It was supposed to be coffee. It smelt like coffee, it looked like coffee but it didn't taste the part... for you at least.

You sulked and walked out of the kitchen towards the Bunker's library. You placed a hand on your hip and put the cup on the table. "Dean what did you put in this?" You questioned. He looked at his brother then back at you. "The usual, coffee and milk. Why?" He answered.

You sighed, wiping your face with your hand. "I hate it. It tastes like medicine," You complained, "I hate everything. Everything tastes so wrong and feels so weird and I can't think straight and-and" You wanted to cry, and you did.

You turned away, tears rolling down your cheeks. Dean sighed and walked over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "Baby what's wrong?" He asked.

"I don't want this anymore. I can't do it. I give up," You said through your tears as you rubbed your stomach. He held the side of your face in his hand and wiped your tears with his thumb.

"You've been in this state for eight months. You can survive one more," Dean said. "I don't want to, it's too much stress to handle and I can't manage this," You cried out. He pulled you into a hug and you placed your head on his shoulder.

Dean rubbed your back softly, "Shhh... It'll be fine. Think about it, in a few days you'll be a mother. You'll have a son playing around and wanting you with him at every moment."

"But I... I can't. I don't even feel right. Everything hurts and all these emotions-"

"Do it for your son," He pulled away, looking straight at you, "Forget about me or you, just think about your baby, our baby." You looked down and sobbed. Sam felt sad. It hurt him to see you like this.

"Now come on. Where's my happy girl, huh?" Dean said and you smiled softly. He removed the hair from your face and kissed you on the lips. "Everything will be fine. I'll make sure you feel okay till the end," Your husband said.

"I don't like seeing my wife all upset and sad. You know what? Let's go out. We'll go buy some stuff for the baby, have some food, have a good time," Dean suggested and you nodded. You walked towards your room to get your jacket.

"Uh, Dean, what about the case?" Sam asked and Dean was full of rage. "SCREW THE CASE SAM! I care about my wife more and not some 'occupy our free time' case!" Dean yelled, making you a bit startled too, though you were all the way in your bedroom.

Sam looked hurt and moved back a bit. "Look Sammy, I'm sorry," Dean apologised and ran a hand through his hair, "I'm worried for [y/n] and her health. It's not healthy for her to stay in this state, even for the baby. I'm sure you'd understand if you were in my shoes."

Sam nodded understandingly. He felt bad and stupid for asking the question. "You both go out and relax a bit I'll... I'll take care of the case," He said and Dean walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry too much about it. We can work on it in the night together."

You walked into the library, covering yourself in your thick jacket. "Ready?" Dean said and you nodded. You held onto his arm tightly as he helped you up the stairs to the Bunker's main door.

Once you exited, he came closer and hugged you. "Don't worry about these things, they're insignificant. Just wait a month," Dean said, "I'll wait with you."

You hugged him tighter and kissed his cheek, "If you weren't here I would have lost my mind. Thank you." He squeezed your shoulders, "No need to thank me. I'm your husband, it's my job to make sure you're okay."