Always Yours Part 1- Dean x Pregnant! Reader
Always Yours Part 1- Dean x Pregnant! Reader
Warnings: Mention of a gun.
Word Count: 2,155
AN: @lizwinchester16 requested a Pregnant Reader Insert. And while I was going to write a one-shot I decided to turn it into a mini-series. There will most likely been three maybe four parts. I plan to write it all this weekend if Hurricane Harvey doesn’t knock out our lights. :( I also have two anony requests that I am going to do my best to write as well! Again as long as Harv behaves! Happy Reading!
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And it is always yours
But I am always yours
-Switchfoot from Always
The tiny apartment you had moved into was somber and melancholic. It fit the mood you had been living since your breakup with your infamous boyfriend. Living with Dean Winchester had been the bests and worsts times of your life. It was like a beautiful nightmare- one in which you had seen yourself living for much longer than you had. You hadn’t been born a hunter- no, you were just a girl from a working class family. The same girl that had found out the hard way that; monsters are real and that they don’t just go bump in the night. The memories of your parents’ deaths were seared into your mind, but from that had come something else: Your Dean.
You sighed and ran a hand down your face as you laid in bed staring at the ceiling. It had been almost two months since you had stormed out of the bunker when Dean had insisted that he wasn’t good for you. It was a script that you all had visited over and over again for almost two years. You knew your lines and your role in the play, but this time it had turned out differently. Something had gone wrong with the little dance that had always taken place and you had felt something inside you snap. You just couldn’t do it any longer.
You felt the guilt creep up into your belly as you recalled the look in his eyes when you had finally agreed: That, No! He wasn’t good for you. In fact, he was the worst thing that had ever happened to you. Words spoken in a time of frustration and sadness. You inhaled deeply as the heavy feeling returned to your chest. Of all the things that you had been through with Dean- the mark, his self-hatred, chasing angels, demons and the like. It was simply too much when he had formed some sort of bond with the being called Amara. You had only observed them together once and Sam had whisked you away before you could get involved. The ominous feeling that had gnawed at you, for a week after, had been your undoing.
It was after a failed attempt to contain Amara, that Dean had confessed to you just how strong his growing connection to her was. That he wasn’t sure he could resist becoming a part of her. It was then that the pressures, the worry, the anger, and the hurt that came with being with a Winchester had finally destroyed you. When Dean had begged you to save him from this- you had replied with a deafening silence. The dam broke and you were going to let him drown. Salty, hot, and guilt-ridden tears slipped down your cheeks. You had left him and now you didn’t even know if he was okay.
The guilt, sadness, and loneliness were not the only things consuming you. There was something at the back of your mind that you didn’t want to put to thought. It had been an encounter with Castiel a few nights before you had left. An inconceivable thought, that you didn’t want to form into any kind of truth. It would be world ending- to your world at least.
You had been sitting at a table in the library pouring over any lore you could find about the darkness. There was so little information that any time you came across something that may even had been the slightest lead, you had jumped on it. Your head had began to swim as the low light from the lamps made you feel impossibly tired. You had looked up when you heard footsteps approaching and found yourself staring into familiar blue eyes.
Castiel had studied you closely for a moment. His eyes squinting and forming lines around the lids. You wrinkled your forehead in confusion as he stared.
“Have you told Dean?” He asked still not looking away from you. Your eyebrows had knitted together in complete puzzlement.
“Told Dean what?” You asked.
“About your pregnancy.”
The shock that had run through you had been deeper than even when you had found your parents. You felt your stomach twist into a painful knot as you stared blankly pass Castiel. His words twisted their way through your mind and you had become instantly sick.
You had scurried from your chair and into the restroom to vomit into the toilet. Dean had heard the commotion and was instantly at the door asking you what was wrong. You had prayed silently to Castiel to not tell Dean anything until you could figure things out.
The rumbling from your stomach brought you out of your memory and caused you to glance down. The small rounding of it caused you to swallow back more tears- it was getting harder to pretend that this wasn’t just some dream. Sooner rather than later you would have to accept that you were going to have Dean Winchester’s baby. You sighed deeply and pressed your hand to the growing bump there. Your eyes widening when a little flutter of motion tickled you from the inside. An uncontrollable sob wracked through your body as the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. There was a wee little person inside you and they were going to be yours.
A few months later- the morning air was cold and crisp as you made your way to the little diner down the street from your apartment. You had been working there part-time while you attended a few classes at the local college. It wasn’t the most exciting life, but you wanted to give the little one growing inside you a good one. You hummed along to the song that blasted into your headphones as you got ready for the morning rush. You sighed contently as you passed a hand over your round belly. Only four more months until your little girl would be here with you.
You smile as you make your way to your tables for the day and are happy to find just a few customers. Your first stop was a woman with dark blonde hair and a well tailored suit. She is glancing over the menu and you smile when she looks up.
“Good Morning, what can I start you off with?” You greeted.
She looks at you sharply and an odd smile forms on her face. You feel an unshakable bad feeling as the smile turns a bit sinister before turning to a softer one.
“How far along are you?” She says in a posh british accent as she motions towards your belly.
“Umm. Five months.” You stated with a bit of a strain in your voice. What did this person want?
She eyes you for a moment, before mumbling something just low enough so you couldn’t make it out. Though you could’ve sworn it sounded like she said something about leverage.
“Excuse me?” You said trying to be as polite a possible.
“ Oh nothing dear. Just reminiscing. Now how about some coffee? When in Rome as they say.”
You nod your head as you step away from the table and try to forget about your odd encounter. You only just left behind a life of immense and constant danger. Which of course, failed to compare to the fact that you were once very important to a Winchester and currently carrying a Winchester. The look on your face must have spelt out volumes because your manager took notice right away. Gladys was a nice older woman and she had taken you under her wing.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” She asked in a voice of concern. You turned your head to look at her with a sullen expression. You certainly couldn’t tell her the truth, but maybe a little lie wouldn’t hurt.
“I just got a text from my sister… Her car broke down and she needs a ride. Would it be alright if I left?” You answer.
“Oh no honey! Don’t worry I’ll get Barb to cover your table. We’re pretty slow today anyway.” She stated as she gently clapped you on the shoulder.
You expressed your thankfulness and then slip out the door- hoping that you don’t attract the attention of the woman. Your boots clacked loudly against the concrete as you made your way as quickly as possible to the bus stop. You knew the 10 o'clock bus would be there in just a few minutes. The route would take you a bit further to get home, but it would give you time to think about what to do next. The notion of calling Dean filled your mind, but your mouth became dry at the thought. How would you ever explain everything to him?
You slouched down onto the hard bus bench as your mind raced. You could also call Sammy, but again your stomach lurched at the thought. You were just now settling into a life without them both and you stubbornly clung to the idea. Breathing deeply, you try to relax as you feel your little girl kicking forceable against you. You bring your hand down to press your fingers above the motion and smile briefly. You couldn’t help but feel that she was reminding you that she was indeed more important than your pride.
With a very heavy heart, you reach into your pocket for your phone. Hesitating for a moment, you scroll through the contacts and push on Dean’s name. Bringing the phone to your ear, you let out a shaky breath as it begins to ring. Your stomach does somersaults as you wait for the other end to be picked up. It only takes three rings and a low rumbly voice is whispering through the phone.
“Y/N. Is that you?” You heard Dean murmur. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to keep it together.
“Yes, Dean. It’s me.” You said. Your voice broke as the tears now flowed freely. You began to cry softly as you hear Dean softly coo your name.
“Don’t cry sweetheart. Please don’t cry.” He said soothingly.
“Dean… I’m in trouble…” You managed to get out between your sobs. You could almost feel the turn in Dean’s demeanor over the phone.
“Where are you?” He asked. His voice was much harder than before.
“Greenbrier, Tennessee.” You mumbled.
“I’m a few days drive from there. Get somewhere safe and I will be there as soon as I can.” You heard him say with a hitch in his voice.
“OK.” You replied meekly. You were about to pull your ear away from the phone, but Dean’s voice stopped you. His words caused your heart to hammer in your chest.
“Please just be safe, Y/N. I love you.” With that the phone beeped to let you know that the call had been ended. You stared down at it in your hand and swallowed thickly. The screeching of bus brakes caused your head to snapped up and you breath a sigh of relief. You stood to board the bus, but someone calling out your name stopped you. You turned slowly on the heels of your boots to find the woman from earlier smirking at you. You hear the cocking of a gun and you glance behind her to see another brunette woman standing with a gun pointed at your belly. Your breath became shorter as your heart raced in your chest.
“Well. Well. Dear girl, I think it would be best if you came with us.” The blonde woman said with a chipper sound in her voice. You nodded slowly as you hear the bus pull away. The woman approached you and grabbed you by the arm. She roughly yanked you over to the brunette woman and pushed you forward.
“Now, Ms. Watt, here, will be taking care of you for now.” She said as the brunette woman yanked you over by the arm. You scowled at her and knocked her hand away.
“Who the hell are you people?” You snarled as you turned to your captier.
“Oh how very rude of me. It is always polite to have a proper introduction isn’t it?” She paused for a moment to again smirk at you. “My name is Lady Toni Bevell and this is my associate Ms. Watt.” She stated motioning between them. “We are here in a regards to one Mr. Dean Winchester.”
“Never heard of him.” You snapped. Toni rolled her eyes at you and gave a stock laugh.
“Oh darling please, we know all about you and the hunter swine… Though, I must say: I was rather surprised to find that you are pregnant. I don’t remember reading that in my briefing.” She mused. Your eyes darken at the mention of the baby and your hand ghosted over your stomach.
“Now come along. We have appointments to keep.” With those words, you were forced into a black SUV.