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

Welcome to my world

I was woken by the urge to burp. The feeling, that was deep in my chest rose to my throat and stayed there, even as I swallowed. I sat up slowly and blinked multiple times before I was able to focus on the table that was in front of the bed. The day before slowly coming back to me I looked around to see that their were a pair of scuffed boots at the door. Dean. As I thought of him my heart smiled. He wanted to be there for the baby. I placed my hand on my stomach that was squeezing painfully. Sighing I got up and matched to the bathroom door. My fingers wrapped around the handle I paused at the sound of heavy water droplets hitting the tiled shower floor. Dread wrinkling my brow I knocked twice, opening my mouth to call him. As soon as I did I burped, bile rushing from my throat and into my mouth. Catching it I swirled around, staring at the wicker bin nestled in the corner. Quickly describing it would be a nightmare to clean out I bent over slightly. I was a big girl. I could swallow it. At the thought I gaged harder and had to clamp my hand over my mouth. I knocked frantically at the door and, once it flew open, rushed in and threw up in the sink. A wet and startled looking Dean, holding the knot of the towel that was wrapped around his hips, began to walk back into the room. Instead I kicked the door closed. Breathing through my mouth I looked down at my dinner in the sink and gaged again, this time making it to the toilet.

When I was done I fell against the wall, my head spinning. Reaching up I flushed the toilet but stayed where I was. Pressing the back of my cool hand on my cheek I caught a whiff of the smell and was over the toilet again, gagging violently. Rubbing my stomach I panted. Coughing I spat the bitter taste of bile out of my mouth and flushed the toilet again. Grabbing a square of toilet paper I wiped my mouth and hands. He wasn't supposed to see that. I hated throwing up so how did he feel watching me? When I was by myself I could handle anything - do anything. Now I was hiding on the bathroom floor with the door locked. I gently let my head fall into my knees. If Dean wasn't here, I'd be even more miserable than I was. I had to stop being afraid. This is what I had been dealing with for almost three month by myself... but I wasn't alone anymore. I mean, if he really wanted to be apart of it...

Sitting on the floor for another minute or two I measured the nausea until I was sure I wasn't going to use the toilet again I got up, slowly and, without looking in the sink turned the tap on and walked toward the door.

"I knew a burger couldn't be that good without consequences." I said as I opened the door. Feeling the floor shift from under me I pressed my head against the door and breathed deeply. The thought of my stomach contense as it made a surprise re-appearance made me gag involuntarily.

"Are you feeling okay?" Dean asked, who was fully dressed and slipping his shirt over his stomach. Not trusting that if I opened my mouth I wouldn't vomit again I just put a thumb up before returning to my stance of leaning into the door with my hand over my mouth. Watching me cautiously Dean continued. "I fixed your car - it turns out it was the fan. It had gotten clogged with dust and pebbles because the vent had cracked. It should run much better now. I then went and bought breakfast burritos-" at this I felt the bile rise in my throat and had to shake my head furiously.

"-don't." I said through a clenched jaw. He bit his bottom lip.

"Sorry. Um... Sam texted and said that as soon as he had checked out, he and Jody would make their way here and that was about half an hour ago."

"Cool." I said, my stomach settling enough for me to move to the fridge and grab a water. Holding it against my cheeks for a couple seconds I unscrewed the top and took a mouthful of cold water. I looked up when Dean cleared his mouth.

"Megan I've been doing some thinking, and... you should come and live with Sam and me. I mean, you said you didn't have anywhere to go and we have a place. It's a secret underground... I'll explain it later but there's plenty of space. And I'd love to get to know you, keep you close until we figure things out." I stared at him wide eyed. Why was I so shocked everyone he spoke? What had I expected when I found him? Why hadn't I thought any of this through? I shook my head slightly. I knew why. Because deep down I had expected him to say no. To not believe me and turn me away. Sighing I combed my hair back from my face and behind my ear.

"Is that a no?" Dean asked in a small voice. I swallowed the water, realising I was still shaking my head.

"No! It's yes! I'd - I think that's a good idea. I just got caught up in my thoughts. I mean I don't really think I expected you to even want anything to do with me and now we're moving in together." I laughed once before I frowned, my bottom lip between my teeth. This was face. It had barely been 24 hours.

"I know. But I do. I think it's important for me to be there for both of you." He said with a little smile. I traced the opening of the water bottle with my finger, my cheeks warming.

"I really need to get used to that." I whispered as I looked up to see a car pulling up in front of the room.

"What?" Dean asked, his arms folding. As I watched. Sam got out and then Jody followed, her gaze searching the doors before settling on mine, her mouth moving. I shrugged, making my way back to the bathroom.

"People being there for me."