The Last Apple Pie
Prompt: Imagine being pregnant with Dean’s child. You thought he was overprotective before? Wait until you get hurt.
Reader Gender: Female
Character: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, & Castiel
Word Count: Somewhere around 1K
Warnings: Slight angst, language, injury from falling down the stairs, & fluff.
Author’s Note: Thank you to @climbthatmooselikeatree for helping! Also tagging @leviathanslovedick @spnfanficpond @aprofoundbondwithdean @manawhaat @rizlow1 @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @balthazars-muse GIFs not mine (x)(x)(x)
Watch your footing, he said.
Be careful going down the stairs, he reminded you.
Don’t carry more than one bag at a time, he scolded.
You were six months pregnant. You weren’t a child or handicapped. But that’s the way Dean made you feel whenever you weren’t in his direct line of sight.
And then there was his brother.
Did you take your vitamins?
Are you drinking enough milk?
Uncle Sam made you a smoothie! It’s got Kale in it, but you can’t even taste it.
It was almost enough to make you scream. You were a grown ass woman. You could take care of yourself, god damn it!
And yet, here you were, at the bottom of the stairs.