Sorry, its not 30 days of Jensen and Dean, but it’s a little something I felt compelled to write. Hope you enjoy.
“Dean, I’m pregnant,” you spit out as he watched you carefully, his brow furrowed slightly.
You hadn’t been expecting his response.
“Yahtzee,” he said, making a proud little face and taking a swig from his beer.
You gawked at him, unable to believe that he was taking this so well.
You knitted your brow together and sigh heavily.
“And it’s yours, Winchester,” you huffed, still not fully accepting his aloofness. There certainly had to be a meltdown hanging just around the corner.
He finished off his beer and set it on the table, stepping toward you and pulling you off the bed and into his arms. You steadied yourself by placing your hands on both sides of his tie, his pecs twitching slightly at the contact.
“I’d certainly hope so, princess,” he said smiling down at you, his lips rapidly approaching yours. He kissed you fiercely, his large hand pressed into the small of your back, holding you firmly against him.
You pushed away, staring at him in disbelief.
“Wait,” you breathed. “How are you kind of even a little bit okay with this? How are you not screaming that this is insane?” You panicked, stepping away from him. “That we have no right to be doing this,” you rambled. “Bringing a kid into this life is selfish,” you added, running your hands through your hair. Apparently you were going to have a meltdown for both of you since Dean had clearly lost it.
Dean grabbed your elbow and pulled you back to him, silencing your rambling with his lips pressed firmly against yours. You melted into him.
“Y/N, we both let this happen. Call it carelessness. Call it a mistake. Call it reckless. I choose to call this perfect because I love you. Sure bringing a kid into this world is massively stupid living the way we do, but if it’s with you, I know it will be okay,” he shrugged, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you against him.
“How are you so sure, Dean?” you breathed, the fear creeping into your voice.
“Cause with you everything is always okay. In fact, it’s perfect,” he smiled, kissing you sweetly.
“Okay,” you whispered against his plush lips as they moved in time against yours. He backed you against the bed and you toppled on top of it. He swiftly crawled over you, his hand immediately caressing your cheek.
“Okay,” he said as if that settled it.
He rolled his hips against yours, kissing you with passion. You knew Dean loved you. This was better than anything you could have hoped for.