Supernatural Imagines

Kid/Dean

I paced my bedroom in the bunker. It had been a few weeks since me and Dean did it for the first time, two days later, every time I ate something I threw up and I was having weird cravings for things I could of never imagined eating. But being the smart hunter I am, put two and two together.

Now I was pacing my room waiting for the pregnancy test to be done. After 5 straight minutes of pacing, I slowly opened the bathroom door. I had taken 5, because you can't be too sure. I took a deep breath and picked up the first one.

Positive.

Second one; Positive

Third one; Positive

Fourth one; Positive

Fifth one; Positive.

Fear bubbled in my stomach as I set all five tests down. I heard the door of the bunker slam shut.

"BABY WERE HOME!" Dean shouted.

I grabbed all the tests and shoved them in the laundry bin before leaving my bedroom to face the Winchester brothers. I sent then a fake smile as I stuffed my hands into the sweatshirt of Deans I stole.

"Hey." I smiled.

"Hey there, Beautiful." Dean kissed my head and hugged me.

What will Dean think about the baby? Will he leave me?

"Hi." I smiled at him.

"Did you miss me?"he asked.

"Lots." I smiled.

"Well I missed you too. I'm gonna go take a shower then we'll spend some time together." He smiled then walked to his room.

"Whats wrong?" Sam asked.

I gave him a nervous look. Dean could never tell the difference between my fake smile and real smile, but Sam was like my brother, able to see right through me. It's not that Dean didn't notice when I was upset, Sam just noticed the more little things, like the way I fidgeted with my hands, or how my eyes scrunched you when I smiled for real.

"Nothing." I tried to play it off.

"Y/N." He said in a warning tone.

"Nothing..... uncle Sam." I muttered.

"Did you just say uncle Sam?" He asked, standing.

I nodded slightly. It took him a couple moments, but eventually I watched his eyes widen and his mouth drop open.

"You're pregnant?" I nodded again.

"Oh my god." He muttered, astonished.

"I don't know how to tell him." I said as I held back a sob.

"Hey, come here." He hugged me. "No matter if Dean wants the baby, I'll help you raise it." He told me.

"Thank you, Sammy." I smiled into his chest.

"No problem." He smiled.

"I want Pickles." I randomly blurted.

"You hate Pickles." He told me.

"Well it wants pickles." I pointed to my stomach.

"I'll go get you some." He chuckled.

"I loveeee you." I smiled as he walked towards the door.

"Love you too!" He shouted back.

I sat down in the library and began reading a book.

"Hey, wheres Sammy?" Dean walked into the room, wet hair and all.