Supernatural Imagines/Prefrences

Imagine Telling Dean You're Pregnant [Part 2]

"He'll come around."

"Sure, he will."

Dean was an honest man, he spoke what was on his mind about a certain subject and what he wanted done about it, or what could be done. The subject of kids was an iffy subject with the eldest Winchester, if it were Sam I was talking to instead of Dean, well, then it would be a different story. Roughly two weeks after I broke the news and Dean still hadn't brought up what was going through his thick noggin. He simply avoided all questions or conversations about it. Luckily Sam was around so I could vent to him and talk about how I felt. Since I was the one carrying the child.

By the third week I was finally able to approach Dean, he was sitting alone in the kitchen sipping at a beer, his usual pissed off look on that made him attractive. "Dean, we really need to talk about—"

"Keep it."

"What? You know how dangerous it is, between hunting and supporting a child. I do want to keep it, but..are you sure?" Dean slid the beer on the counter making his way over to me, sliding an arm around my waist pressing me up against his chest. His fingers rubbing right above my lower back.

"If it makes you happy then I'm happy. I'll find a way to support both of you. We'll find a way, Sam said he would help, right? I know he'll help us out since I'd do the same for him." I looked down at my stomach, placing a hand over the flatness, smiling widely. Was it a girl? Or a boy? Oh god what if it was twins? I closed my eyes satisfied, laying my head against Dean's shoulder. Was this really what he wanted?