Request: I Hope So
Request: Heyo! Just wondering if you could do a real pissed off Dean??? Thx!
Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could make an imagine where Y/n is pregnant with Deans child and at first he’s kinda angry but then he softens and there is some fluff and crap like that?? Thanks!! ?
Word Count: 887
Here it is, I hope you like it! Thanks!<3
“That was stupid, Y/N! Since when did you just step back from a fight?” Dean snarls, looming over you. You stare at him, your chest heaving with fading adrenaline.
“I- I panicked. I’m sorry!” You insist for what must be the third time. Dean shakes his head.
“You’ve never panicked, Y/N.” He hisses, “Never. Never in the face of vampires. Not ghosts or werewolves or angels or demons or anything in between. Why now?”
“Dean…” You shrink back and he scowls at you, not moving but keeping his eyes on yours, burning with an intense anger.
“You want to explain?” He demands, “Because we both nearly died tonight because of your stupidity. You nearly got us killed.”
And somewhere, deep inside, something snaps. You lose the panic and the fear; something snaps and you stand up straight, your eyes burning right back into his.
“I’m sorry, Dean,” You say evenly, your voice much softer than his, “I didn’t mean to mess up. But I’m not going to take your shit.”
You turn your back on him, meaning to go and storm back to your room. However, he grabs your shoulder and spins you back towards him.
“No. The Y/N I know wouldn’t just give in to me like that.” He frowns, “What the hell is going on?”
“I’m just not in the mood for fighting,” You lie, “I want a shower and to get some sleep.”
He regards you for a moment, “There’s something you’re not telling me.”
And then you freeze. You know you should; you know you have to, but… you just can’t bring yourself to do it.
You found out almost a week ago, after a solid month of feeling weird and ill and a little out of it. You’ve worked out that you’re about two-and-a-half to three months along with a baby you have no idea what to do with. You haven’t told Dean because you don’t know how he’ll react. Sure, you both want kids at some point but your lifestyle isn’t really one that’s welcoming to a child.
“Dammit, Y/N!” He groans, letting go of your arm and dragging his hands through his hair, “Why do you make it so hard?”
“You want to know?” You demand, flinging your hands in the air, “Fine. I’ll tell you. I’m pregnant.”
Silence falls in the room, and Dean just stares at you in wonder.
“I know. I know. This is why I didn’t tell you.”
“What the hell are we meant to do?” He snaps, “You’re too careless!”
“I’m too careless?! As far as I remember, it was your idea to-”
“I know! Shut up.” He glares at you, “Were you going to tell me, or…?”
“I don’t know what I was going to do. You kind of forced my hand!” You snap, “If you don’t care, fine. Neither do I.”
This time, he lets you go.
You curl up in bed and let yourself cry – something that happens only very occasionally. You were hoping he’d at least be a little bit happy, but all you saw in his eyes was anger and even more stress. He’s so stressed out anyway, but still… you were hoping. Just a little bit.
It’s nearly an hour before he comes knocking. You’ve long since exhausted yourself of tears, and instead let yourself mope, curled up in the warm sheets. It’s somewhat ironic, considering the amount of late night conversations you’ve had about your future and the family you’ll have.
“Y/N?” Dean asks, his forehead lying against the door, “Baby, are you in there?”
“No. I left through the window. Oh, wait. There isn’t one.” You reply tonelessly. Dean sighs.
“Please, Y/N. Don’t be mad at me. I just… I freaked out. I thought something was seriously wrong.”
“If nothing’s wrong, go ahead and tell me what’s right.” You roll off of the bed and cross over to the door, pulling it open. He sighs, shaking his head.
“Y/N, you scared me today. It jumped at you and instead of going in for the kill, you dodged. I know why you did it and I’m so, so glad that you did but… I panicked. I didn’t want to lose you – I don’t. Ever.” He shudders, shaking his head slowly, “Don’t hate me. I freaked. I… you weren’t kidding, right?”
You allow a small smile, nodding, “No kidding.”
“Holy shit.” He whispers, “Y/N… I’m so sorry. I’m an asshole. A total, utter asshole.”
“Sure,” You agree, “But you’re my asshole.”
You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. He embraces you, albeit hesitantly, pulling you close to him.
“I’m not… hurting the baby, right?” He asks quietly, whispering into your ear. You laugh.
“Nope, you’re good.” You smile, burying your face in his shoulder. Dean smiles, his hand moving up and down your back gently.
“Jeez, Y/N. Us, parents. Never would have thought, huh?”
“I’m sure you’ll make an amazing father.” You assure him, squeezing him tighter for a moment. He grins, letting you go slightly so that he can see your face.
“I sure hope so.”