Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #90: Pregnancy

This imagine is dedicated to TheKpopPrincesss

Imagine: You tell Sam and Dean you're pregnant for shits and giggles just to see how they react.

Age: 16

Warnings: Hella language and Sam and Dean being cuties

-----------------------------------

I'm so bored! You tossed back and forth on your bed, whatever show you had playing on the TV void of your interest as you stared at the ceiling, at your hands, at the walls, into your bathroom, trying to think of something to do. Sam and Dean were in the library reading up on a monster you'd recently discovered, leaving you by yourself with no entertainment.

So you decided to make your own.

What if...? You thought to yourself, an evil smirk decorating your lips, They'd be so pissed. It's perfect.

You quickly stood, the sheets of your bed tangling around your legs and bringing you to the floor with a muffled thud as you struggled to kick your way out of them. Leaving the sheets in a lumpy pile by your bed, you skipped into the bathroom and turned the sink to hot water, wetting a rag and holding the heated cloth to your cheeks, slowly pinking them to make you seem guilty before thinking of dead puppies in an attempt to make your eyes water. Don't judge, we're all weird here.

You nodded at yourself in the mirror and turned on your heel, a swagger in your step as you pumped your arms and left the room.

You made it halfway down the hall before your walk changed and you slumped your shoulders, pulling your best puppy dog eyes and dragging your feet. You entered the library and Sam and Dean glanced at you from the corner of their eyes, but did not look up from their books.

"Sam? Dean?" Your voice was small and soft as they looked up at you, eyebrows furrowing in concern at your tinted cheeks and glistening eyes.

Dean was the first to close his book. "Y/n? What's wrong?"

One of your socked feet kicked at the floor and you twiddled your thumbs with feigned guilt. "I have something to tell you guys."

Sam replicated his brother's actions, his face the epitome of concern as he leaned forward in his seat. "What's going on, sweetheart?"

Dean took a long sip from his beer, eyes like daggers over the lip of the bottle as he stared at you.

"Um--" You bit your lip to keep from laughing right then-- "I'm... pregnant."

Dean choked on his beer, a few drops of the liquid slipping past his lips as he gave a hard swallow and coughed roughly, beating his chest. Beside him, Sam stared at you, his eyes wide with shock. "You're what?"

"It was an accident. We used protection but I guess it broke and then my period was late and I got really scared--"

"Who's we? Who's the father?" Dean exclaimed, his voice slightly scratchy as he gave another small cough, "I swear to God, I'm gonna rip his lungs out!"

"Y/n, I thought we raised you to make better decisions than that!" Sam yelled, throwing his hands in the air as he stood up and pointed at me, "I can't believe you would do something so unbelievably stupid!"

You furrowed your brows, your inner self laughing hard enough to kill someone. At this point, your cheeks had reddened themselves simply because of how hard you had to grit your teeth to avoid laughing. "Are you kidding? Dean brings home a girl every night!"

"I'm an adult!" Dean snapped, "You are still a child and you are still my baby sister, and my baby sister does not get to go gallivanting around in bed with men, not when you live under my roof."

Sam crossed his arms. "How long have you known? When did it happen with this guy? Are you still in touch with this guy?"

"I'm going to fucking rip that guy had got you pregnant apart." Dean raged, and that comment did you in.

You doubled over in silent laughter as looks of confusion passed over Sam and Dean's faces. Dean reached out to you, thinking you were in pain before he realized what you were doing. "What's so funny? Is this a pregnancy thing?"

"No, boys," you huffed through your laughter, "This is a prank thing."

     Dean still didn't get it immediately, but Sam did, and suddenly you found yourself staring into the eyes of the best bitchface you'd ever seen. "You're not pregnant."

     His assertion triggered Dean's realization, and soon one bitchface had become two. "You little shit."

     You continued to laugh, dropping to your knees and resting your forehead on the floor, your breath coming fast. "Oh my God, you both looked so scared and so mad, that was the funniest thing I've ever fucking seen."

     "You're grounded for infinity." Dean said jokingly, walking forward and picking you up by the armpits, returning you to your feet and tossing his arm around you, "I don't ever want to hear that my baby sister is pregnant ever again."

     "Aww, Dean--" Your arm encircled his waist and you leaned your head on his shoulder-- "You hate babies that much?"

     He snorted with laughter. "No, I just love my baby too much. She's not allowed to grow up."

     Sam ruffled your hair, a gentle smile on his lips. "You scared me there, kid. Thought we were gonna have to build us a nursery."

     "Trust me, boys--" You winked at them-- "I'm a virgin and plan to stay it a long time."

     "Forever."

     "That depends."

     "On what?"

     "On how hot the guy is."