One of many gifs from @sgarrett49. Got some fluffy cute shit with my hottie Dean this time.
You waddled into the kitchen, Dean sat at the table, stuffing his mouth with some bacon.
“Really? Where the fuck is my food?”
He looked up as though he’d been caught murdering someone, his eyes wide, the bacon hanging out of his mouth.
“Uh-I-”, he stuttered, gulping down all of it in fear.
“Don’t worry, y/n. I’m making your breakfast”.
You looked over, to see a bowl of porridge, Sam washing up some fruits and nuts.
“I-but I wanted bacon today”, you murmured, feeling the tears building already.
Sam sighed, not wanting to have to go through this again.
He understood you were pregnant and hormonal. He understood you had cravings.
But he hated watching you cry.
It broke his heart, even if it was over something practically meaningless.
“I-I’m sorry, y/n. But there’s no more bacon left”.
You sat down, your lip trembling as Dean watched you, feeling guilty for taking it without asking.
“But-that’s what I need”, you whimpered, a few tears slipping out, before you unexpectedly let out a loud fart.
You yelped in surprise, Dean smirking, as Sam shook his head, covering his nose with his arm.
You saw him shake his head from the corner of your eye, and you couldn’t hold back.
He jumped at the sudden loudness of your voice, swallowing thickly.
“I’M PREGNANT! I’M GASSY! I’M HORMONAL! AND I WANT SOME FUCKING BACON!”
He held his hand up, trying to calm you down.
“Ok, y/n. Alright!”
“Yea. Better be alright. You come to me when your brother fucks you and puts a fucking giant watermelon inside you. Then you can be disgusted. Until then, you don’t get to say shit!”
Sam shut his mouth, turning back to clean up the fruits, while Dean bent over the table, unable to stop laughing.
“And what the hell are you laughing at? You ate my damn bacon”.
He sighed, shaking his head as his laughter died down, wiping his tears away.
“Sorry. It’s just, the look on Sam’s face”.
He giggled softly, making you forget how angry you were at him, just for a second.
Dean noticed your face softening, sending you a flirty wink.
You smirked, but frowned as best you could.
“I’m still mad. And so is your baby. We wanted bacon”, you pouted.
Dean grabbed your hand, pulling you out of your chair and onto his lap.
“Don’t, Dean. I’m fat and heavy”, you whined.
He chuckled, kissing your neck softly.
“You’re not fat. You’re pregnant. With my kid. And it’s my job to make sure you both get everything you want. Now, open wide”.
He held the piece of bacon in his hand, moving it around and making air plane noises.
You sniggered, shaking your head at how silly he was, but the grin on his face made you unable to resist.
“Fine”, you relented, opening your mouth as the air plane landed.
The taste of bacon was heavenly on your tongue, making you moan out loud.
“See. Told you I’d take care of you. You want some more?”
You nodded eagerly, shifting so you were sat comfortably on Dean’s lap, his free arm snaking around your waist and landing on your stomach, feeling your son moving every few minutes, while he continued to feed you.
Sam simply watched, a smile on his face at the happy family.
He couldn’t wait to be an uncle.
And he couldn’t wait for Dean to be a dad.
Becoming a husband had already given Dean so much joy. And Sam couldn’t wait for the child to bring more happiness into your lives.
Because after everything that happened, you all deserved it.