Tough Love ✔️

Stress...and Pregnancy Tests

It was three weeks since the time Dean had sat with you when you had been concerned about your fingernails and the fate of the entire world - since, Lucifer had come out of the cage - and you had started feeling sick inside almost everyday.

...you'd always used protection with Dean. Always. But that night, things could have been blurry...

You weren't sure of what to do. So you asked for the one thing that all those physical health education classes had warned and taught the girls about.

A pregnancy test.

No harm in taking a test. If nothing happened, life would go on. And if it was positive...maybe Dean wouldn't freak out. He'd started calling you weird pet names, such as Sugar, Sunshine, Cutie pie, and he'd been a little more intimate with you lately, so maybe he would be fine with another Winchester.

You dressed for comfort and made your way downstairs to see Dean and Sam and Bobby bickering about the latest development of Lucifer out of the cage, who was after Sam.

"Hi," you echoed in their argument.

The boys all stilled to look at you. Since Dean came back you hadn't really been on any huts, majorly because of the angels on the loose doing what 'daddy says' and the want to stay near Dean.

"Pumpkin," Dean whispered, coming over to you, "what do you need?"

You swallowed. "A ride into town. I've got a list of things I need."

Dean nodded, and grabbed his keys. He turned to his brother and Bobby and announced he was taking me out, much to their disappointment.

You hopped into the passenger seat, and when Dean asked where you wanted to go you requested to go to a supermarket. It would draw the suspicion away from if you walked into a pharmacy.

The Impala pulled into a spot, and as you came out from the car, you heard his car door slam shut.

"Are you sure you don't want to wait in the car?" you asked.

He shrugged, his leather jacket creaking. "It's not really that safe anymore, cutie pie," he came over to you, and took your hand. "I'm going to do my best to take good care of you."

You smiled. "Alright then, 'no chick flick moments'," you grumbled with a smile, quoting what Dean said often enough, "lets get this over and done with."

He nodded. "Let's."

You grabbed a basket from the entrance to the store and tossed things that could be essential in. When you came to the personal care section you were glad to see Dean caught up with a packet of tooth floss.

You tossed the test into the basket without a second glance.

"Who even flosses, these days?" he frowned. "Fairies or something?"

You playfully punched his arm and led him to the checkout, holding his strong hand in yours. As you made it to the counter you turned to your boyfriend and said the magic words that apparently all men wished to hear while shopping: "I'll be only five minutes through here if you want to wait in the car, Dean."

But he shook his head. "You know what's happening now the cage is -,"

"Hello, welcome to CheapR Everyday," the cashier said un-cheerfully, scanning the things through.

As you saw her pick up the pregnancy test you grabbed Dean by the shoulders and gave him the most unplanned improvised kiss you'd ever given in your life. As your faces collided you grabbed at the back of his head, and he at your hips. As you broke free of the kiss you heard Dean gasp for air.

"That was nice," he winked at you.

You grinned. "I take pride in the many skills I have."

As Dean payed on a fake credit card you grabbed the receipt and bag and charged to the Impala.

You sat in the passenger seat, knees against the chest and watched as Dean hopped into the car. "Pity one of those skills isn't telling me you got a pregnancy test," he gunned the engine and started off.

"Well, yeah." You felt your lip wobble with the stupidity that you were filled with - you could slay vampires without blinking but you couldn't have hidden the test from him. "Congrats, Dean," you whispered. You found it was impossible to speak normally. "It's yours. And I hope you don't abandon me."

He gave you a puzzled side glance. "Abandon?" he repeated. "What, like my dad? No way." You gave your boyfriend a long hard look. And at that moment you couldn't see one speck of John Winchester in him.

"Really?"

"Really." You nodded silently, "And I'm happy, ________. Really happy. I just don't want to raise a kid into this life."

You let out a shaky "yes" to agree with him. "You're taking this better than I thought," you mused.

Dean Winchester nodded as he pulled into the driveway. "I just want to do it right."

You put a hand on Dean's. "You'll always do your best."