“They said I was pregnant.
And for a second, I forgot how to breathe.
Dean’s hand didn’t move from my chest. Maybe because he knew if he let go, I’d fall apart.
I’m not scared of being pregnant—not in the way most people would think. I’m scared of what I’m carrying.
Because it’s not just cells dividing in there. It’s mine. And I’m not normal. I haven’t been since I was six months old.
There’s demon blood in me. It’s part of who I am, in ways I’ve never been able to shake.
And now? Now I can’t stop thinking: what if I pass it on? What if I’m not carrying a baby, but a demon? Or something worse? Half human, half hellspawn—something with my blood and none of my soul.
Dean doesn’t say it, but I can see it in his eyes. He’s trying so hard to be calm for me, but we’ve both read the lore. Demon-blooded vessels don’t just have kids—they breed power.
And I don’t want that. God, I don’t want that.
I just wanted to be his.
Now I’m his and this… and I don’t know what that makes me.
But I’ve learned to stop spiraling. To stop seeing myself as a ticking time bomb.
We take it one day at a time now. And I’m learning it’s okay to be scared—so long as we’re scared together.”
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