I held the small stick, shakily waiting for the results. I had recently slept with the famously infamous Dean Winchester, and I was two weeks late. The test showed two small blue lines, positive. "Shit." I whispered under my breath, I knew Dean didn't want a child. Quickly discarding the test, I shoved my things into a gray duffle bag, grabbing a few of Dean's shirts by accident. The boys were on a hunt and wouldn't be back for about an hour, that gave me some time to get out of town. I smashed my phone, leaving the small pieces in a heap on the table. Walking out of that door for the last time I realised I would never see Sam or Dean again. " I have to keep this child safe, even if it means shutting them out of my life." I said to myself, more of a question than a statement. Speeding down that street I saw the Impala, Sam and Dean smiling inside, I pulled my hood up further to hide my face. Dean looked over, recognising my car, this look of pure terror crossed his face as I sped past him. The tears flowed as I continued to drive, I didn't stop, not until I was halfway across the country.
And I'm a trashy princess, I know, this is my first story like this, and I know it's short. I will make the next one longer probably. Just depends how I'm feeling at 2 am. Welp, Baii.
