Baby Daddy (S U P E R N A T U R A L fanfic)

Pregnancy Symptoms - Check

I blinked at the sudden brightness that dazed my eyes. The sunlight that was streaming through a gap in the curtains lit up the room enough for me to realise it was day. So I had gotten sleep. That was a relief. First time this week I hadn't been up all night puking. Turning over onto my back I moaned at my sudden dizziness. What was happening to me? This whole week had been hell. I couldn't keep anything down, I was dizzy all the time and i had been so tired, probably because I hadn't been sleeping. Sitting up, slowly, I rested my head in my hands. I felt hot. Maybe I was coming down with a temperature. Looking around the room I was filled with dread. My suitcase lay open on the floor, the heart of the chaos, spilling its contends around the room amongst pizza boxes, Chinese take out containers and fast food wrappers. I frowned at the thought of food poisoning but immediately pushed it out my mind, my stomach churning uncomfortably at the thought of food in general. I rested my hand on my stomach, breathing carefully. I had eaten a lot though. More than usual. Getting up I immediately sat back down, black spots filling my vision and my head spinning. Groaning I got onto my hands and knees and began to crawl around, picking up the boxes and put them in the bin. Absentmindedly grabbing a pizza box I frozen as my thumb went through something cold and gooey. Slowly withdrawing it I stared at my thumb that was covered in ranch dressing. Gagging so hard the Indian I had eaten the night before came up, the bitter taste of bile filling my throat. Running to the bathroom I fell to my knees and threw up violently, great film that I had left the toilet seat up. Unlike the first time. Spitting the remanence from my mouth I flushed it quickly, resting my cheek on the cool bathroom tiles. Fiddling with the hem of my t-shirt I caught my mind counting back. Today was Thursday... or was it Tuesday? No it was Thursday - because last Friday I went on that hunt and killed the pack of werewolves. I felt my eyebrows raise. I'd been here a week. It's been the longest I've stayed still in a long time. I quickly checked my arms for scratches but even then nausea wasn't a side effect of scratches from their canines. It had to be a bite. That and it wasn't a full moon. The only reason I hadn't left yet was because I couldn't keep anything down long enough to stay in the car for hours. The week before that i put a ghost to rest, the month before that I took... the vamp nest with that guy and his brother.

"Oh crap." I whispered, trying to think when my last period was. I placed my hand on my heart, which was pounding painfully. I couldn't remember. How had I forgotten? More to the point - we used protection! I closed my eyes at the sound of every high school teacher I ever had saying 'condoms are only ninety-seven percent effective against pregnancies.' But I was drunk - I don't know his name and it was one time, well three times. Hyperventilating I bent over the toilet again. So a drunken one night stand has resulted in... me getting pregnant?

"Okay. Don't freak out - don't loose it yet, you need a test. You need to go to the doctor. Who knows - maybe you're just dying... that's a terrible thought you're going to be a great mom... who am I kidding there's no way your not pregnant." I said to myself, my hand lightly resting in my stomach sighing heavily. If there were ever a moment a girl needed her mother... at that thought my body was suddenly raked with sadness, tears filling my eyes and falling quickly. I wiped them away. Just because I had to go through this... didn't mean I had to do it alone. Before I knew it, my legs were carrying me back to the bed room and I was dumping the contents of my bag on the floor. Moving a notebook and my gun I got hold of my purse and opened it. Amongst loose cash and crumpled receipts was a napkin. Hope sparked inside me as I unfolded it. And then that hope quickly died at the sight of an old liquid stain that had long dried having seeped into the napkin and smudged his last name and number, I could just about make out his first name. Dean. Clutching at the napkin I brought it to my chest. I was a hunter. It was time to do what I did best, and find Dean Winchester.