Supernatural Imagines/Prefrences

Imagine Telling Dean You're Pregnant

Dean glanced back at me over his shoulder, an eyebrow rising up slowly up his face, "[Y/N]? Are you alright? You look a little...you know...peaked. Sick." He reached over grabbing me by my shoulders leading me over, having me sit down. So I wouldn't fall over, I did feel sick. I had been feeling sick for the past several days, though I had been able to keep it hidden from him or Sam. "I'll get you a glass of water." He murmured standing up and walked out of the room.

I looked down at my lap, biting my cheek, pulling out the pregnancy test, staring at the positive symbol. Dean was going to be a father—Dean Winchester—the man who told me a few days ago that he didn't want kids, was going to be a father. A mask of sickness covered my face again, "Thanks." I smiled at the male, taking the glass of water and sipped at it. "Umm..Dean..I had something to tell you..." I slid the glass onto the table beside me, "A few days ago, remember that conversation we had?"

"Umm the one about flowers? Or rockstars?"

"No, no, no the other one."

His eyebrows furrowed lowered his head staring at his feet, eyes widening as the answer clicked into his thick skull. "Kids? Are you pregnant, [Y/N]?"  I slid the test onto the table, avoiding all eye contact, I didn't even have to look up. Dean ran a hand over his face swallowing hard, pushing off the table walking out of the room.

"He'll come around, give him some time." Sam's voice came from the doorway, "He just needs time to think. Dean won't force anything on you, [Y/N], he loves you."

Yeah..he loves me.