Our Second Chance || Sam & Molly
While the brothers had gone out to hunt, Molly had spent her time trying to make the safe house more homey. Much as she enjoyed the company of her housemates, they lacked any decorating skill whatsoever. Given her limited resources, she found herself sewing curtains and buying little trinkets to make the place seem more liveable. Dean would probably hate the new bedspreads when he got back, but it was better than the old, torn, and stained sheets he’d been sleeping on.
At some point during this extreme makeover: apocalypse bunker edition, Molly had began to feel ill. While she knew to be careful about getting in hospital systems and all that, given that she didn’t quite have the legal requirements to be in the country at all (they were working on that), she began to feel that she needed to see a doctor. She went to a small clinic not far away where they didn’t ask for details - apparently they saw a lot of people that had come across the border not long before - and was told, much to her shock and even apprehension, that she was pregnant.
Having royally screwed up the last pregnancy - both in carrying it to term and in telling Sam about the miscarriage - Molly was determined this time to do it right. As such, she was thrilled when she got a text from Sam saying he’d be coming home a bit earlier than expected.
She sat at the table, groceries still in their bags, waiting for him to come home. In the bags were regular things with baby-themed things sprinkled within. She had prenatal multi-vitamins, baby bottles, and ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting” among the bags, and was going to ask for Sam to help her put things away and let him come to his own conclusion.
Upon hearing the key in the lock click, Molly got up and began unpacking produce, trying to seem normal.
Dean had said he'd finish up the last of the hunt. Burning the body and cleaning up after themselves. He'd nudged pretty hard for Sam to get back home and he had his suspicions why. He'd taken the bait though and pried his boots off before heading down the bunker stairs. He could hear Molly in the kitchen, rustling around, probably putting away groceries.
"Hey babe," he said easily, slinging his over shirt across a chair before reaching for a bag.
He tugged it open pulling out cereal and crackers and then an unfamiliar bottle. He turned it over absently, figuring it was a new brand of multivitamin. He wasn't wrong. He had to re-read the label a few times to be sure. His eyes scanned over the rest of the bags, resting on a book perched on the top of one. What To Expect While You're Expecting. He felt like his brain was short circuiting, unable to quite draw the obvious conclusion. Still clutching the bottle he went up behind Molly, placing the bottle on the counter in front of her.
"Molly, are you-," he took a deep breath. "Are you?" he said finally unable to finish.
