Request: Wrong End Of The Stick
Request: Can you do a dean x reader where the reader’s friend takes a pregnancy test and turns out to be positive, and Dean sees it thinking that the reader is pregnant.
Word Count: 905
Here it is, I hope you like it. Thank you!:)
“I’m so happy for you!” You grin, embracing your friend. Her and her fiancé have been trying for months and only now had she fallen pregnant. She’s slipped over to the bunker to do the test, not wanting to risk him seeing it.
“I’m going to go tell him.” She breathes, exhilarated.
“Go for it, girl. Call me later, okay?” You insist. She nods.
“I wouldn’t dream of doing anything differently.”
You see her out, still smiling. You’re honestly incredibly happy for her- she’s going to be the most perfect mom.
You head off to the kitchen, finding yourself a mug of steaming coffee. You hear footsteps behind you.
“Hey, Dean.” You smile, turning around. He comes over and plants a small kiss on your lips.
“Hey, beautiful. Why so happy?” He asks. You shrug.
“Ah, it’s all good news today.” You say, sipping the pleasantly warm liquid.
“Care to tell?”
You mime zipping your lips, “Can’t. Maybe later.” You feel like the father of the baby would be better suited to knowing before anyone else. Dean, however, only frowns.
“What are you planning?” He narrows his eyes. You shake your head.
“I’m not planning anything. I just can’t tell you right now. Trust me?”
He sighs, and nods, “Alright.”
“Thank you.” You reach up, pressing your lips to his. He smiles, an arm going around your waist.
It’s a couple of hours later that he starts acting weird. You’re researching. You walk back from a bookshelf, a few, pretty heavy volumes in your arms.
“Let me.” He insists, taking them from you and placing them on the table. You smile.
“Thanks.” You say, placing a hand on his upper arm affectionately. That’s when you notice that his eyes aren’t on your face, rather somewhere south.
Generally, you don’t mind. You’re at a stage in your relationship where you’re fine with him looking. Sometimes, you’ll look too. But the look in his eyes makes you frown.
“Dean? You alright?” You ask, bending down a little so his eyes meet yours.
“Huh? Yeah, I’m good.” He smiles, moving his gaze back up to your face, “Just…uh…thinking.”
“Whatever you say.” You wink, nudging him with your hip. He laughs weakly as you sit down and start looking through the first book.
The next time he does something weird is towards the afternoon, you get a spot of indigestion. Rubbing your stomach, you head off to find a drink or something to soothe your stomach.
“What are you doing?” He asks, leaning against the countertop. You hadn’t noticed him approach.
“Getting a drink. You want one?”
“Sure, what are you getting? Beer? Whiskey?”
“Feeling more like water today.” You say, “I’ll get you whatever you want, though.”
“No, no. I don’t want you working more than you have to be.”
“You’re sweet,” You laugh, kissing his cheek, “It’s no work.”
Handing him a bottle of beer, you take a sip of the cool, refreshing water.
He’s looking at you funny again, as if you’re hiding something. You raise an eyebrow.
“Nothing.” He replies quickly. You roll your eyes.
“If you want to talk about it…”
“I know, I know.” He laughs.
Just under an hour later, you get a call back. Typical Dean, he listens in through the door. You have no idea, of course.
“How’s it going?” You ask. She’s still deliriously happy, “Oh? How was it?…I’m just so excited, it’s going to be great…what are you talking about? You can do it!…nooooo!…” You laugh at her reply, “Don’t worry, we’ll get fat together. Solidarity, right?…Not a chance. No… We have to do that!…Oh, yeah… yeah, I’ll let him know tonight. Okay. I love you. Speak later?…Alright, bye.”
It’s later on, close to midnight, when he finally comes clean. You’re lying on the floor, on your stomach, reading through a thick volume, when he comes in.
“Hey- hey, should you be doing that?” He asks. You frown.
“Doing what? Reading?” You ask, somewhat confused. He sits on the couch, beside where you’re sprawled on the floor.
“No, uh…lying like that.”
“On my stomach? Why couldn’t I?” You’re genuinely confused. He sighs, running a hand through his hair.
“I saw it, alright? The test.”
“The little white stick that had the little pink cross. I’m not totally stupid, I know what that means!”
You press your lips together for a second, then laugh.
“Oh, God. Alright. I know what’s happened.” You laugh, sitting up. He frowns at you.
“What are you on about? This isn’t-“
“It’s not mine, Dean. It’s my friend’s. She was here this morning.” You smile, “Really. Not me.”
“But… how do you explain… the not drinking? And you were holding your stomach?”
“The phone call. You said something about ‘getting fat together.’”
“Yeah, I was kidding. I don’t plan on gaining any weight so she feels better, that’s silly.”
He sighs, mostly relieved.
“You’re absolutely sure you’re not…?” He asks. You nod.
“Unless we’ve got the second coming on our hands, I’m clean.” You reassure him. He laughs, offering you a hug. You gladly go into his arms.
“You had me scared there.” He admits. You only laugh.
“I just…I didn’t think…. I don’t know. The whole idea, it scares me a little.”
“Don’t worry, me too. Let’s wait a while before we think about it, okay?” You ask, leaning your head on his shoulder. He nods.