I was wondering if you could make a chuck x reader? Maybe one where reader is dean and sams sister, and when it is revealed that chuck is god reader freaks out because well she had s3x with god and is now pregnant with his baby? Feel free to ignore this!
♡⸝⸝ 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚?,
summary,, you're pregnant with chucks baby. you never knew that chuck is god until you see the panic in your brothers' eyes. word count,, 909 pairing,, sam & dean winchester x f!reader ft. mentions of chuck tags/genre,, pregnancy, pregnancy scare, confusion, sibling winchester
You don’t mean to blurt it out.
You’ve been pacing the bunker library for ten minutes, chewing the inside of your cheek while Sam pretends to read and Dean watches you over the rim of his beer like you’re a bomb he’s waiting to detonate.
You stop.
You can’t stall anymore.
“I’m pregnant.”
The words fall flat and heavy on the table between you.
Dean blinks. Sam goes still. Not dramatic-still. Just that quiet, careful kind of still that means his brain is already racing through worst-case scenarios.
Dean’s the first to speak. “Okay. That’s… okay.” He sets the beer down. “Who’s the guy?”
Your hands are shaking. You press them to the table so they won’t see.
“Chuck.”
Silence.
Sam and Dean exchange a look and it’s the kind that makes your stomach drop because it’s loaded with something you don’t understand. Dean scrubs a hand down his face. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“I’m not kidding,” you snap, already defensive, already fragile. “I know how it sounds, okay? I know he’s weird and flaky and—”
Sam stands up so abruptly his chair scrapes. “How long?”
“A few weeks.” Your voice cracks. “Why are you acting like this?”
Dean lets out a breath that sounds like he’s about to confess to a crime. “There’s something you need to know.”
Your heart starts pounding harder. “If this is some big brother speech about how he’s a loser, I swear to God—”
“That’s the thing,” Dean says quietly. “He is.”
Sam looks at you, and there’s something almost apologetic in his eyes.
“He’s not just a writer,” Sam says. “He’s not just some guy who got lucky and published books about us.”
You frown. “Yeah, I know. He’s… eccentric.”
Dean huffs a humorless laugh. “That’s one word for it.”
Sam swallows. “He’s God.”
You actually laugh. It bursts out of you sharp and disbelieving. “That’s not funny.”
“We’re not joking,” Dean says. You look between them, waiting for the punchline. There isn’t one. Your chest tightens.
“No,” you whisper. “No, he’s not.”
Sam steps closer, slow, like you’re a spooked animal. “We found out a while ago. He admitted it. We’ve seen what he can do.”
You shake your head hard. “Stop. Just stop. That’s not— he’s just Chuck. He leaves dishes in the sink. He loses his keys. He complains about Wi-Fi.”
“He also created the universe,” Dean mutters.
Your stomach flips violently. You press a hand over it. Over the life growing there.
“Oh my God,” you breathe, and this time it isn’t disbelief. It’s horror. “Oh my God.”
You stumble back until your hips hit the table. “He can’t be.” Your voice is rising now. “He can’t be, because if he is then that means—”
“That means your baby’s half…” Dean trails off, clearly unwilling to finish that sentence.
“Half what?” you demand. Sam doesn’t sugarcoat it. He never does. “Half divine.”
The room feels smaller. The air thinner.
You drag your hands through your hair. “No. No, no, no. I didn’t sign up for this. I didn’t—he didn’t tell me.”
Dean’s jaw tightens. “Of course he didn’t.”
You look at them wildly. “Did he plan this? Is this some cosmic experiment? Is my kid going to come out glowing? Or with wings? Or—or with the ability to smite people in preschool?”
Dean almost smiles at that, but it fades fast.
“We don’t know,” Sam says gently.
“That’s not comforting, Sam!” Your voice cracks and suddenly your eyes are burning. You didn’t even have time to process being pregnant. You barely wrapped your head around morning sickness and tiny socks and the fact that your life was about to change forever.
Now this.
You slide down into a chair, breathing too fast.
“He can’t just do this,” you whisper. “He can’t play house with me and forget to mention he’s literally God.”
Sam crouches in front of you. His big hands settle carefully on your knees. Steady. Warm. “Hey. Look at me.”
You do, barely.
“Whatever he is,” Sam says softly, “you’re still you. And that’s still your baby. Not his project. Not his story.” Dean moves closer too, resting a hand on your shoulder. “If he thinks he gets to mess with you because he’s got a capital G, he’s got another thing coming.”
A shaky laugh escapes you. “You’re going to fistfight God again, aren’t you?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Dean mutters.
Tears spill before you can stop them.
“I’m scared,” you admit. “I don’t know what this means. I don’t know what this baby is.”
Sam’s thumb brushes away a tear before it falls. “It means you’re not alone in this.”
Dean squeezes your shoulder. “Yeah. We’ve handled angels, demons, apocalypses. We can handle a celestial niece or nephew.”
You let out a watery huff. “We don’t even know that yet. It’s, like, eighteen weeks before they can tell.”
Dean blinks. “Since when do you know that?”
“Since five minutes ago when I panic-Googled everything,” you mumble.
That almost gets a real laugh out of him. “Okay,” he says, softer now. “Fine. Celestial question mark.”
Sam smiles a little at that. “Whatever they are,” he says gently, “they’re still yours.”
The fear is still sitting in your chest. Still heavy. Still complicated.
But your brothers are here.
And if God thinks he gets to surprise you with divine plot twists, he’s about to learn what happens when you mess with a Winchester sister.
✧ 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.ᐟ // ✧𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 // ✧𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.ᐟ
