Supernatural | One-Shots

The Baby Bump: Sam W.

↬ Date: 07.17.2022.

↬ Prompt: (X) is worried about being a parent.

↬ Trigger [Warning]: Female only, obviously.

↬ Words: 857.

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"I think they'll have your eyes," Sam rubbed the small bump on (Y/N)'s stomach as they laid on the bed. (Y/N) ran her fingers through his hair as she smiled down at him, "They'll have your smile, I'm sure of it; it's too pretty for them not to get it. Mhm, I'm sure they will have your nose."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes but smiled slightly.

"Are they gonna get anything from you?" (Y/N) asked as she moved small locks of hair from his forehead. Sam thought about it for a moment.

"My forehead, it's pretty big not to get," Sam replied cheekily as (Y/N) laughed softly.

"Oh, come on, it's not that big. I think it's pretty." (Y/N) traced a worry-line that was on his forehead as Sam smiled while tracing small shapes on her baby bump.

"Mhm, maybe they'll get your personality too," Sam gushed, gently kissing (Y/N)'s stomach. (Y/N) rolled her eyes as she pushed his head away.

"Move, I need the bathroom," (Y/N) muttered loud enough for him to hear him. Sam grumbled but got up to let her up. (Y/N) had a hand on her uncovered stomach as she walked to the bathroom, moving past Dean as he walked out of the bathroom. "Hey, Deano."

"Oh, hey (Y/N). How's the baby? Is he kicking yet?" Dean asked as he dried his hands. (Y/N) smiled up at him.

"Yeah, they're doing okay and the kicking is getting more frequent," (Y/N) answered as she leant against the doorway to the bathroom.

"When do you get to know the gender?" Dean's curiosity got the better of him but (Y/N) didn't mind.

"In a couple of days, actually. When my next doctor's appointment is," (Y/N) responded as she crossed her legs so she didn't pee on herself. Dean's eyes widened as he noticed her little dance.

"Oh! I'll let you go use the restroom, the baby is probably on your bladder," Dean teased while he laughed. (Y/N) mocked him and she quickly rushed into the bathroom. Dean walked over and laid on his bed, "So, you excited to be a dad?"

Sam let the smile fall from his face when he heard the door close and sighed.

"If I'm being honest, I'm not. I'm terrified, Dean. What if I mess up?" Sam sat up and started to list everything that he could mess up on, "What-what if I turn out to be like our father?"

Dean's back straightened and he looked at Sam with an unreadable look.

"I don't know much about being a father but I do know that you won't ever be like our dad. If you're like anyone, you'll be like Sam," Dean explained harshly. Sam rubbed his face before looking at Dean.

"Who?"

"Sam. This man I know who is... kind, sweet, understanding... He's someone who will understand if their child wants something different in their life than our lifestyle... He may get hot-headed from time-to-time but he just wants the best for those he cares about," Dean told Sam as he looked down at the ground, "Sam is...just a good guy on the wrong path, but he cares deeply."

"Dean... I didn't think you thought of me like that." Sam sat up straight when he heard the toilet flush and the sink being turned on.

"What? Pfft, no. I'm not talking about you. A different Sam, you know?" Dean waved his hand in front of him. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Sure. 'A different Sam,'" Sam fell back as Dean launched a pillow at him. Sam chuckled as Dean smiled lightly. After a moment of silence, the bathroom door opened and (Y/N) walked out holding her stomach with a slightly pained expression. "Darling, are you okay?"

"Yeah, just the little being, being a punk and kicking." (Y/N) sat down next to Sam before laying down next to him. Sam sat up on his elbow and softly rubbed where (Y/N)'s hand was. "Thank you, baby."

(Y/N) closed her eyes. Dean pointed in his mouth while gagging silently. Sam glared at him.

"Of course, darling." Sam looked up at (Y/N) as she relaxed into the uncomfortable bed. Dean rolled his eyes as he laid back. A loud growl echoed into the room, making everyone stop moving. After a moment of complete stillness, (Y/N) let giggles leave her mouth, "Um, I'm taking you're hungry?"

(Y/N) nodded as she kept laughing. Dean chuckled and sat up.

"Let's go get you and your baby some food," Dean teased her as Sam helped her sit up. Silently agreeing, (Y/N) got off the bed and took one of Sam's flannels.

She buttoned it up while Sam helped her put her shoes on even though she could easily do it herself. They headed out the door of the motel and towards the black Impala. Sam let (Y/N) sit up front with Dean while he sat behind her to play with her hair as she leaned back in her seat. Maybe this is a good thing; maybe it'll show all of them a different side of life. God, that means they'll have to find a permanent place of living because (Y/N)'ll be damned if she raises her baby in motels.