Imagine Being Pregnant With Dean’s Child
Request: I just discovered your blog and I’m like in love!
Any chance you could write a one shot, or imagine, where dean’s girlfriend gets
pregnant accidentally and they’re both unsure about it at first, but then it
turns out to be a really good thing. Bonus points if she’s pregnant with two or
more children. And maybe Dean even finds it to be a little bit of a turn on,
like he loves her huge stomach and the fact that they’ve made a life (or lives)
together. No worries if you can’t, still love the blog! - Anonymous
Author’s Note: Aw, thank you anon! I hope you all like it! Any time I get to write one of the boys are a dad, it makes me so happy. Someone give Dean and Sam a baby that won’t be taken away from them. I can’t handle a Ben situation again.
You could take on the alpha of every monster you encountered and then Lucifer himself and still have more energy than you do at being six months pregnant. That wasn’t even the worst part, that combined with swollen feet, an uncontrolled heartburn and having the most tender boobs that every time you crossed your arms over your chest your cried; pregnancy was going to kill you.
Dean was watching you take your time waddling down The Bunker hallway, with a hand on your belly. “Are you okay?” he chuckled.
“I’m exhausted and everything hurts,” you whined.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Dean whispered, pulling you into his arms when you got closer.
When you told Dean you were pregnant, he was ecstatic and it seemed like his love for you grew bigger. When your stomach grew larger with your child, Dean would constantly rub your stomach and talk to the baby. Sometimes when the baby was kicking up a storm and trying to bruise your organs, Dean would sing softly to your belly, helping the baby calm down so you could get some sleep.
You gasped as you felt the baby attach your organs again with its feet. You grabbed Dean’s hand and placed it where the baby was kicking so he could feel it too. Dean pressed a kissed behind your ear and trailed his lips to your jaw.
“This is so weird,” you giggled as Dean’s mouth got closer to yours.
“How?” Dean whispered, “it’s sexy knowing that we created life.”
You scrunched up your face. “That’s not sexy. Being pregnant isn’t sexy. I feel like a bloated balloon.”
“Even if you were a balloon, I’d fine you sexy as hell and I’d love every minute of it,” Dean said.
You rolled your eyes and kissed him. You hated being pregnant with every fiber of your being but somehow Dean found it amazing. You were going to give him the greatest gift anyone could ever be given, you were going to give him a child.
Dean pulled away and helped you into the kitchen where Sam was making dinner. Cas was with you three like normal, sitting next to you.
“Are you sure you still don’t want to know the sex of the child?” Cas asked.
“Positive, Cas,” You answered him. “We want to be surprised.”
“Well,” Cas murmured, placing a hand on your stomach. “You at least need to know the one thing the doctor missed?”
“And what’s that?” Dean asked him.
“You’re pregnant with twins.”