Summary: You’ve known that you’ve been pregnant before the BMOL left Sam and Dean in the Bunker for dead. So, what happens when you’re ready to tell him the news.
A/N: Based on Season 13, Episode 3: Patience. Reader’s thoughts are in italics. This is for all the black girls who don’t get to see themselves on the show or in fanfic. There will be a Part 2!
A/N 2: Shoutout to @canumoveurseatup-no for inspiring me to start writing.
Today was the day. You were gonna tell Dean that you were pregnant. You knew he would be pissed you kept it a secret for so long, but something was always in the way. Between the boys getting trapped in the bunker, Dean breaking Mary out of being brainwashed by those British dickwads, bringing down the British Men of Letters, keeping Lucifer away from his child, Castiel’s and possibly Mary’s death, and now taking care of Jack and keeping him from Dean’s wrath, when did you have time to tell him earth-shattering news?
Looking at the mirror, you rolled your shoulder, cracked your neck, ran your hands through your box braids, and gave yourself a pep talk, “Ok Y/N you got this. You faced much scarier things than telling Dean you’re pregnant.” You started bouncing around to pump yourself up, “Listen, you fought the devil and won, you took down a whole nest of vamps, dealt with God’s bitch ass sister, and told Dean you messed up the paint job on Baby when you crashed her. Now go in there and tell your husband, y’all are having a baby!”
Feeling confident you headed to the war room to inform your husband of the news, but you stopped before Dean or Sam could see you, due to a familiar argument about your newest roommate, Jack. “Because we need stay here. We need to help Jack learn how to control his powers.” Sam said trying to convince Dean. “Jody can handle this.” You hoped Sam could convince Dean, but you knew Dean better than that and his grief made him reply, “Yeah, maybe she can. Or maybe she ends up dead because you wanted to skip out on her to babysit the Antichrist.”
I guess today won’t be the day then, you thought to yourself. Rolling your brown eyes, you stepped out of the shadows to stop the argument before it went too far. “Dean, babe, Sam’s right. Jack could help-” Before you could finish, Dean interrupted you, “No. Just no.” If you or he wants to stay and Mr. Miyagi this kid, knock yourselves out. I didn’t sign up for that so I’m gonna go to work.” Dean said storming off.
At the same time, you and Sam let out deep exasperated sighs. Seeing this hunt as opportunity to get Dean alone to convince him to lay off of Jack some and tell him you’re pregnant, you offered to join him on the hunt, “Sam, I’ll go with him. Just try to help Jack and I’ll handle Dean.” “Good luck with that.” Sam murmured as you headed to the nephilim’s room.
“Come in,” you heard Jack say, after knocking on his door. “Hey kid, how are ya doin’?” “Good, just trying to find something on Netflix. How are you?” He asked looking away from the laptop, looking up at you with a puppy like smile. Did Sam teach him that? I hope not, because I won’t be able to tell him no at all. Like seriously, how could Dean hate someone so sweet and adorable? Asshole! Making your way to Jack’s bed you said, “Not bad. I’m about to leave with Dean to go help an old friend and Sam’s gonna help you learn how to control your powers.” “Why can’t you stay, and Sam go instead? I like Sam, but you’re the one with powers?” Aw damn, Jack definitely learned the puppy eyes from Sam because he was laying it on thick, so thick that you forgot about your plans and was about to tell Sam to take your place instead. But you remained strong. “I can’t, Jack. One, I don’t even use my powers. I just learned enough to not use them. And two, remember I still need to tell Dean about the baby.” At the mention of the baby, Jack practically jumped you. “Oh! You’re gonna tell him! Go ahead, I’ll listen to Sam.” “Thanks kid.” Kissing Jack on the side of his forehead you told him goodbye and headed to the garage.
When you entered the garage, you were greeted with one of your favorite images. Dean was leaning against Baby, with his arms and legs crossed. “Ready Mrs. Winchester?” “Yup.” You started walking away when you encircled by thick strong arms around your waist. Dean turned you to face him and then those plump, pink lips descended onto your full ones. As Dean began the blissful assault on your lips, you thought to yourself, this is how I ended up pregnant in the first place. Regrettably you pulled away from his embrace, “What was that for?” “Just happy I can spend a bit of alone time with my favorite girl.” He opened your door and motioned for you to get inside the car. “Come on now, before I have to explain to Missouri and Jody how you made us late.” “You started kissing me! I’m the innocent one here!” The audacity of this nigga to blame you! “Hey, I can’t help that your ass looks so good in those jeans,” Dean replied with a smirk. The car ride was just like old times. Stolen kisses, Dean having one hand on the wheel and the other interlocking fingers with yours, sing-alongs, and peaceful silence. You decided to tell Dean about the pregnancy when you were on the way back to the bunker. If you told him before, he have no problem turning Baby around and dropping you back home, and never let you leave the bunker ever again.
You guys pulled up to the crime scene and saw Missouri and Jody talking.
“Dean and Y/N Winchester.” You heard Missouri greet the two of you.
You looked up to Dean, “How the hell does she know we’re married now? We haven’t seen her in over a decade?” Shaking your head, you answered your own question, “Of course she knows. She’s a psychic.”
“Missouri. Jody.” Dean went between them. “Not sure which one to hug first.” To make it easier you went to hug Jody first and she whispered in your ear, “Have you told him yet?” With a shake of your head no, Jody gave you a slightly disappointed look. To avoid that disappointed mom look you turned towards Missouri to give her a hug. As Dean pulled away from her, Missouri gave him a look of empathy and concern, “Oh honey. I’m sorry for your losses.” Heading towards Jody for her hug, Dean joked, “Well, leave it to a psychic to cut right through the small talk, huh?”
Not thinking that Missouri could sense the baby, you went right to her for your hug. “Aw baby! Congratulations on the baby! I won’t tell you the gender of the baby, I know you want to be surprised.” Missouri exclaimed as she held your face in both her hands.
“Baby!? What the hell is she talking about Y/N?” Dean pulled away from Jody menacingly making his way towards you.
Well, I guess TODAY is the day Dean finds out your pregnant.
Summary: After a conversation with Dean about Thor, he decides to tag along to the store with you and have some fun (husband!Dean x Pregnant!Reader)
Word Count: 918
A/N: Literally no idea where this idea came from. There is no reason I should have had this idea, but I wasn’t about to turn down a fluffy, funny prompt from my muse. And I literally wrote and posted this all within half an hour, so forgive me for any mistakes or weirdness.
Version en Español: Hot Mama
“Y/N?” The sound of your husband’s voice made you look up from the cheesecake you were so focused on worshipping. Dean came into the room with his laptop.
“Yeah, babe?”
He plopped down in the chair next to you and turned the laptop screen to face you. “So, I was Facebook stalking you—”
“Why?”
That adorable grin popped up on his face, eyes crinkling in the corner. “Can’t a man Facebook stalk his gorgeous wife without having to justify himself?”
You conceded the point, and he continued.
“Anyway, I got to the selfie you posted.”
“Mmm, my Hot Mama one?”
“That’s the one. And I was looking through the comments…”
Suddenly you knew where he was going with this. Every once in a while, you and your girlfriends got into a meme war on something someone posted. This one seemed to have a theme, thanks to your girls’ night a few weeks ago.
“Isn’t Thor so hot, babe?” You scrolled until you got to the first picture comment. It was a picture of Thor smiling with the caption Thor Approves. “And he obviously approves of how hot I am too.”
“Well, I mean, I, uh…” Watching Dean struggle for words brought a smile to your face. His adorable jealousy was one of the reasons you fell in love with him.
But it was completely unnecessary. You leaned over and kissed him reassuringly. “But not as hot as my handsome husband. The only reason Thor came up was because the girls and I were talking out this little nugget,” you motioned to your swollen stomach, “and I mentioned how it felt like the kid was swinging Thor’s hammer around in there.”
Dean nodded in understanding. “Then Briana started getting horny for him and Chantel got caught up in it and, yeah. Okay. I get it.”
He knew them so well.
The subject dropped as Dean pulled out a piece of cheesecake for himself. A few minutes later, however, you brought it up again.
“You know, you and Thor have a few things in common.”
“Like what?”
“Adorable puppy-like excitement. Confusion about most modern technology. Being incredibly good looking and strong.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek before slowly getting out of your chair, a hand on your back to support yourself. “Though I gotta say, I definitely married the better looking one.”
If you had looked back at Dean as you walked out of the kitchen, you would have noticed the thoughtful look on his face and mischievousness playing in his eyes.
“I appreciate you coming, Dean. I really do. But I can go grocery shopping alone. I’m pregnant, not an invalid.”
He just grinned and helped you out of the car. “You’re due any day now. I’m not chancing some stranger taking you to the hospital. We’re gonna do this first kid right.”
“First kid? Do you want more than one?”
A wink and a shrug was all the answer he gave you before ushering you towards the grocery store. As soon as the two of you were inside the automatic doors, his voice boomed out, “Make way for my glorious wife! She is large with our child!”
Wide-eyed, you tugged on his arm until he looked at you. “What are you doing?”
“Thought I’d try being Thor for a day. After all, if he approves of what a hot mama you are, then we must have a lot in common.” He raised his head and held his arms out in a Moses parting the Red Sea motion. “Make way! My lady has a craving for pickles and hot chocolate that must be satisfied!”
“Oh my god, Dean,” you mumbled while shaking your head. There was no way to stop him when he was in a playful mood like this. And, to be honest, you didn’t mind. Sure, it was a little embarrassing to have all of the attention on you, but you could put up with a few minutes in the spotlight if it meant that you could see Dean’s eyes sparkle and his lips stretch in a huge smile.
“Make haste, wife! My offspring is strong like me and strong-willed like his mother. He could make his entrance into this world at any time!”
“It’s not a boy, Dean.” You’d agreed to wait until your child was born to find out the gender, but he seemed insistent that it was going to be a boy. You, however, had a feeling that you were carrying a girl. Either way, you’d be happy. But teasing Dean had become ritual by now.
“Then she will be a mighty warrior who requires proper nourishment! We must gather supplies!” His booming voice and theatrics drew the attention and laughter of several bystanders. You just shook your head fondly and followed behind.
“Oh, great and mighty husband, what nourishment doth thou require until the day our… offspring is born and you must rely on hospital food?”
Dean’s eyes lit up as you started playing along. For the entire time you were in the store – which was much longer than it would have been if you’d gone alone – you and Dean stayed in character, despite the odd looks and glances you received. By the time you were loading the groceries into the car, both of you were nearly laughing so hard that tears were running down your faces. Marrying your best friend had been one of the best decisions you’d ever made. You couldn’t wait to start a family with him.
Warnings: talk about sex&periods; nothing else really
You have been dating Dean Winchester for about 4 years and you loved every moment of it. He was sweet, protective, and just amazing. But there’s a problem. Dean and you had sex about 2 weeks ago and didn’t use protection, now your period was late. It was NEVER late it’s either on time or its early. You didn’t tell Dean about your situation, you didn’t want to make a big deal out of something that was probably nothing but this one thought always bounces around your head. Pregnant. The thought scares you, you can’t be pregnant your a hunter for gods sakes. I can’t even take care of myself let alone another human being. But there’s this little side of you and you feel extremely happy, to start a life with Dean.
You, Sam, and Dean went out for dinner at a restaurant after a successful hunt. After you guys take your seats the waiter comes over and asks for your orders.
“I’ll have the Caesar salad. Dressing on the side and a beer please.” Sam orders.
“I’ll take the double bacon cheeseburger with extra onions. A large fries and a beer. Thanks” Dean requests.
“For me I’ll take a cheeseburger nothing on it. A small fries and a Sprite.” You didn’t want to risk drinking even though your probably not pregnant, just in case.
You all talk for a while and soon the waiter returns with your orders. You all dig in but after you take your first bite something doesn’t feel right. You make a distorted face.
“You okay babe?” Dean asks concerned. You don’t have time to respond. You run to the bathroom and begin vomiting up everything that was in your stomach.
Dean runs in behind you and kneels down and begins rubbing your back. “It’s okay baby. Everything’s okay.” He says soothingly. You vomit for a good 10 minutes before you decide your stomachs done. You and Dean make your way out of the bathroom, pay for your meal, and drive home. Sam decides to drive while Dean sits in the back with you.
Thoughts fill your mind. Sickness is a sign of pregnancy along with a missed period. Now there’s only one thing for you to do. Take a pregnancy test. You all arrive home and you immediately lay down in your and deans bed. You create a plan.
“Guys I’m going to make a run at the pharmacy get some medicine for me” you say.
“You’ll be okay? You sure you don’t want me or Sam to go with you?” Dean replies.
“It’s okay” you say and make your way to the impala. You quickly get in and drive yourself to the drug store. When you arrive you get out and go straight to the baby isle. You search up and down and find a package of three. You pay and go to the bathroom. You read the instructions and start to shake you pee on all three tests and now it’s time to wait. It’s the longest 3 minutes of your life and suddenly your phone beeps. You flip over one of the sticks. Two pink lines. You flip over the next one. Two pink lines. And finally number three. Two pink lines. You stand there with your jaw almost touching the floor. You are pregnant.
Tears slowly trickle down your face. How are you supposed to care for a child. Not the way you live, you probably have to leave the life. There was no way you were teaching your kid to be a hunter no way. And Dean. Oh god you forgot about Dean. What is he going to say? Will he ask you to leave? How are you going to tell him? With all of these thoughts flowing through your head you didn’t even hear your phone ring. You finally snap back to reality and look at who’s calling. It’s Dean. You quickly wipe you tears from your face and clear your throat so it doesn’t sound like you were crying.
“Hello?” You answer
“Hey babe. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay you’ve been out for a while” Dean says.
“Yeah sorry. There was a lot of traffic” you lie “I’ll be home soon. Love you.”
“Okay love you too bye” he says as you click off.
You throw the tests into your purse and drive home. Driving home you think of how you should tell Dean. I’ll just go home and give it to him straight, you think to yourself. Yep that’s what I’m going to do. You arrive home and walk in.
“Hey guys I’m back.” You say.
“Hey Y/N.” They say in unison.
“Dean can I talk to you in private?” You ask
“Okay sure. Sam do you mind?” He responds
“Okay I’ll be in my bedroom” Sam says as he walks away. Now you too are completely alone.
“What’s up?” He asks. Before you can even say anything you start to cry.
“Baby what wrong?!” He asks very concerned. You continue crying and he holds you. “ Baby your making me nervous. what’s wrong?” He says. You take a few deep breaths. Okay this was it. It’s now or never. Tell him.
“Dean” you pause scared to say it. “I’m pregnant.” And there it was. It’s out there never to be taken back.
You look up at Dean scared of his reaction. At first he stunned. Then something unexpected happened. He starts to smile. And he smiles till it takes up his whole face. He chuckles and tears start to fill his eyes.
“Seriously.. I’m going to be a father?” The tears start to fall and he picks you up and spins you around. He hugs you so tightly and kisses you.
“You’re happy?” You ask questioningly kind of stunned
“Happy? Baby I’m thrilled and excited!!” He hugs you again. “This is amazing. I’ve always wanted to be a father.” You hug him tightly and stay there for a couple of seconds.
“SAMMY YOU’RE GOING TO BE AN UNCLE!” Dean yells.
“Really? Aw y/n that’s amazing congratulations to the both of you!” Sam replies. Finally you get to be a family.
