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IMAGINE: You are pregnant with Sam's child but haven't told him yet. He gets put in the cage with Micheal and Lucifer and Dean comforts you since he knows about the child.
You hear the door of the cage creak closed. Sam, Michael, and Lucifer were all in it. You longed to get to the one who you called your husband but you couldn't. Dean holds you back, preventing you from going any more than twenty feet near the cage. Tears roll down your face as you hide it in Dean's chest. He strokes your hair as a way to calm you down. "We'll come back okay?" He tries but you shake your head viciously. "No." You say to the brother of your husband. "I want to stay with him." "Y/N." You hear Sam say. "Your going to go back to the motel, okay? I will come back another day. I love you." He says. Lucifer is sitting in the corner being annoying as usual and Michael is playing on Sam's phone. "Okay." You say taking Dean's hand and standing up with him. You hadn't realized that you fell down to the ground crying. You hold your stomach looking at it. You were six weeks pregnant and you hadn't told the father, Sam, yet. You were a tad bit bigger than usual but no one seemed to realize except for Dean, the uncle. You told him after he threatened to throw all the twinkies out of the house. They were your number one pregnant craving. You and Dean go up, with the help of Castiel. You told a last "I love you." to Sam and slowly made your way back to the motel you and the boys, now boy, were staying at.
