so many people are finally seeing that lance can be an amazing leader that the team really needs at the moment like he’s literally saving the team’s ass by being able to make quick decisions and directing them properly. and lbr, if the team just listened to him for once, they’d stop getting in those tight situations.
A/N: Another one of my celebration drabbles, @thing-you-do-with-that-thing requested this one. And the amazing @thorne93 betaed it for me.
Characters: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Its almost all fluff.
Wordcount: 705 (Well… it’s at least close to a drabble this time)
Request: Okay so you got a fluffy one and an angsty one. How about a good mix? Savior Y/N falls pregnant by accident. One how does she feel about it after last time? and two how does she feel about telling Dean? Three how will he take it? :D
It was with trembling hands and a pounding heart that you turned the white stick around in your hands, taking a deep breath before you forced your eyes down.
Yep… Definitely pregnant.
Seven months. It had been seven months since Dean came out to California to be with you. Seven months that you had lived together. Seven months that you had fallen deeper and deeper in love with the man of your dreams. Seven months, and not once had you had a conversation about starting a family. You didn’t even know if he wanted kids.
But even with all these thoughts and worries in your mind, you felt a little excited about it all. The idea of having a child with Dean didn’t terrify you like when you had fallen pregnant with Alex. Of course you were scared, scared of a miscarriage, scared of what Dean would say, scared of what would happen with your studies, but it was a good kind of scared, an exciting kind of scared.
Now it was just the matter of breaking the news to Dean. You quickly stashed the pregnancy test in a clear, plastic bag and shoved it into the pocket of your oversized sweatpants and padded your way back to the living room. Dean had a rare day off from work, and he had planted his ass on the couch and was just mindlessly switching through the channels on the TV, trying to find something to watch.
“Can we talk?” you asked, fidgeting with your hands nervously.
I write not for now, but for the future me. I know, one day I’ll be thrown into some nasty things, everybody has that point in life. But when it happens, I don’t know if I’ll be strong enough let others in, so now I write. I write like my hands are on fire, like every breath is my last, I write whatever I think I’ll need to give me hope. Whatever it is that I can look back at and give me the strength to get up again. Because when you are falling from the sky, only you can open up your wings, only you can save yourself. This is how I prepare for when my world is ending, I make sure there is a new beginning.
You woke up in the hospital a few hours later, feeling like complete and utter shit. There was an IV connected to your arm and some patches on your chest connecting you to a heart monitor. You looked around, but there was no one in the room with you, the only sound was the muffled noises from the hallway and the steady beep of the heart monitor.
It took a moment before you remembered what had happened, and when you did, when you remembered that Alex had seen you and Dean behind the bar, your heart picked up its pace as dread filled your body.
In just a few seconds, Dean came rushing through your door, looking anxious. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” he asked, making his way to your bedside. “The alarm went off from the monitor,” he explained.
“I’m fine,” you said flatly, not wanting to meet his eyes. “What’s going on with me?”
“You were terribly dehydrated, which was probably the reason why you passed out, so we started you on some fluids. We did some blood tests just to make sure there wasn’t an underlying reason, but everything came back fine,” he told you. “You really need to make sure you get enough fluids through the day.”
“I haven’t had the best of appetites lately, and I guess I’ve forgotten to drink as well,” you said, mostly to yourself. “When can I go home?”
“We want to keep you overnight, to make sure that we get your fluids up,” Dean said as he fiddled with the IV. Strictly speaking, he could probably send you home in a few hours, since all your bloodwork was fine and all, but he had the opportunity to keep you out of that house for a while, so he took it.
A/N: I can now say that I have only one paragraph left to write and this series will be finished. I’ve loved writing it, and I’ve loved every single comment I’ve gotten, so thank you all for sticking with me. Next part on friday, then the last part will be up Monday. and of course a shout out to my beta @thorne93
Characters: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Fluffety fluff.
Wordcount: 1814 (I know it’s short.. next one is longer)
It had taken you about two weeks to find an apartment to rent and get moved in. You didn’t have a lot of furniture, and the building you rented in was old, but it was your own space, all yours, and you loved it. The paperwork to finalize the sale of Alex’s company had just gone through and the money would be yours in a few days. The house had been cleared out and was now for sale, both cars were sold, all in all, things were coming together.
You had started working again at the Leprechaun, but Bobby refused to give you full time yet, so it was just a few shifts a week, so you were easing back into that as well. You had started looking into what you wanted to do to move forward with your life. You wanted an education, but you weren’t sure that you wanted to be a lawyer anymore, so now you were looking into different occupations.
Dean was frequently on your mind, and every day you had to fight off the urge to pick up the phone and call him. It sucked that he wasn’t a part of this change in your life, but at the same time it was so unbelievably good to be able to do this on your own.