Surprise, Baby (Part One)
DEAN X READER
Published - March 20, 2017
Title - Surprise, Baby (Part One)
Characters - Dean, Reader
Pairing - Dean x Reader
Summary - Dean and the Reader have been together for eight years and married for the last two of them. Due to their dangerous hunting life, the couple has yet to talk about having kids. When the Reader falls pregnant, what will happen? Will Dean be happy or not?
Word Count - 2,459
This Imagine Will Include - Slight smut, language, angst, fluff, unplanned pregnancy, more fluff, mentions of throwing up
*Author’s note at the end
*Gifs are NOT mine
“Oh God.” You breathed out with a wide smile on your face as Dean slipped out of you and rolled over onto his back, a satisfied grin on his perfectly chiseled face.
“Just when I think sex can’t get any better with you. Damn. That one’s going down in the books, baby.” He panted as you chuckled, rolling over to sprawl across his glistening chest.His olive green eyes were shining brightly in the soft glow of the lamp on the nightstand. You press a kiss to his chin before looking up at him through your lashes.
“You’re amazing.” The sentence passes your lips in a quiet whisper and the smug and proud grin that crosses your husbands face causes you to roll your eyes. With a deep sigh, you grab the sheet and turn to get out of bed.
“We should get up. It’s already almost 10.” You say as you rip the sheet off of the bed to wrap it around yourself, leaving Dean completely naked on the bed, though he didn’t seem to mind so much, and if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t mind either; the man was fucking gorgeous.
“So? We got no place to be, baby. The week is ours. I say you bring your cute little ass over here and let me make love to you again.” He smirks, but you refuse, shaking your head.
“No can do, baby. I am dying for some food, so after I shower and get dressed, I’m going to the nearest diner. Join or don’t join, I don’t mind.” You smirk as you dropped the sheet you were wearing to grab your short silk robe instead, tying the thin string around your waist. Glancing back before you opened the door, you saw Dean slipping on his boxers, a dramatic pout on his plump lips.
The Bunker’s concrete floor was cold under your bare feet as you slipped into the bathroom for a shower, making sure to lock it so your husband wouldn’t find his way inside. You knew that if that were to happen, you’d never leave the bunker.
Fifteen minutes pass before you step out of the shower, wrapping a small towel around yourself and grabbing your robe before walking out of the bathroom. When you walked into the bedroom, Dean was nowhere to be found. He was probably in the library, or makeshift living room you had put together so many years ago.
After drying off and slipping on a pair of black panties and matching bra, you pad softly over to the beautiful, wooden vanity in the corner that your husband had gotten you one year for Christmas to slap on some makeup that consisted of mascara and a little lipstick; nothing special. After throwing up your now dry hair into a bun, you quickly dressed in a pair of short jean shorts and a cut off AC/DC t-shirt. [xx] The weather was finally starting to warm up here in Kansas and you couldn’t be happier. Snow and cold air was definitely not your thing.
You slip on your worn red sneakers and grab your bag and cell phone before walking out of the bedroom and sauntering down the hall that spilled out into the library, where Dean was sitting at one of the chairs. He turns when he sees you and a wide smirk takes up his face.
“Damn, my wife is hot.” He smiles and you roll your eyes before grabbing his hand and pulling him out of his chair. Thirty minutes later, you and Dean were seated in a booth at Ruth’s Diner chatting about nothing important while you waited on your food to be brought out.
“Here ya go, guys. Hope you enjoy!” Your way-too-eager waiter smiles as he sits your food down in front of you and the overwhelming smell hit you like a freight train. Throwing a hand over your mouth, you struggle to hop out of the booth.
“Babe?” Dean asks, concerned, as he watches you stand from the table. You don’t get the chance to answer before you’re booking it to the bathroom and making it just in time to throw up in the toilet. The door opens and closes behind you and the warm hand that you knew belonged to your husband was rubbing your back soothingly.
After you finish dry-heaving, you shakily stand to your feet and let Dean help you over to the sink so you could wash out your mouth and cool off your face.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” He asks after you finish cleaning up, spinning you around in his arms and grabbing your face in his hands.
“Yes, babe, I’m fine. I just…felt nauseous and…yeah. But I’m fine. Promise.” You say and although he looks like he doesn’t believe you, Dean nods his head and lets you lead him back to your booth.
“(Y/N/N, baby, we can leave-”
“Dean, I swear I am fine. Okay? Just, let’s eat, and then we can go back home, okay?” Dean’s green eyes were wide with concern but you shook your head and he sighed. You were stubborn as fuck - almost as much as him - and he knew that arguing wasn’t going to get you guys anywhere.
“Can I get a ginger ale for my wife, please?” Dean calls out loudly to the waitress behind the counter and you roll your eyes, despite the fluttering in your chest. Sometimes, when Dean got overprotective or overbearing, it pissed you off; you were a grown ass woman and could take care of yourself. Other times, like now, it just made you love him more, if that were possible.
You leisurely sipped your beverage while Dean ate his food, his gaze practically glued to yours. You wanted to eat your food, but the mere thought made you want to puke again. You weren’t sure why you felt sick all of the sudden. You were fine just an hour ago! It didn’t make any sense.
“Hey, Martha, what’s today’s date?” One of the waitresses asked as she sat behind the register, writing on a piece of paper. The woman you had guessed to be Martha answered with today’s date and you widened your eyes once you realized. It all came rushing to you like a ton of fucking bricks.
You were late. Holy fucking hell, your period was late!
“Motherfucker.” You breathe out at the realization. It had totally slipped your mind that you had skipped a period. Now, here you were, almost two weeks late and possibly pregnant.
“(Y/N/N)?” Dean’s husky voice interrupted your thoughts and you looked over at him.
“Uh, sorry, what?”
“I said, are you ready to go?” His voice was laced with worry. Running a hand over your face, you nod your head before standing from the booth and grabbing Dean’s outstretched hand. He had already paid the bill, so y’all walked out of the diner and over to Baby. After leading you over to the passenger side and making sure you got in, Dean walks around to the drivers side and slides behind the wheel. After peeling out of the parking lot, Dean turns the radio down to a low volume before turning his attention to you.
“Alright, out with it. What’s wrong, babe? You’ve been quiet, and you’re starting to worry me.” A part of you wanted to lie. To say that everything was okay. But you were not a very good liar, and Dean knew it. Taking a deep breath, you look over at your husband and have to physically refrain from sobbing.
“I’m late, Dean.” You say, and Dean, being the airhead he sometimes was, answered with a gruff and confused ‘late for what?’ With an exasperated sigh, you roll your eyes and let out a quiet chuckle
“My period, Dean. My period is late.” The words leave your mouth in a hushed whisper and you watch as all color drains from his face. He doesn’t make a move to say anything, so you turn your gaze back to the window. Fifteen silent minutes pass before Dean pulls up in front of a pharmacy.
“What…?” You trail off, your brows furrowed in confusion. Dean cleared his throat, taking the key out of the ignition and turning to look at you, his expression unreadable.
“You…you’re late, right? So we should, uh, get one of those test thingies…” He trails off slowly and with a deep sigh, you nod your head and move to get out. Dean follows your lead and the both of you walk into the pharmacy and straight over to the section with the pregnancy tests.
After grabbing three tests, just to be sure, you pay and head back to the car. You arrive back at the bunker in no time and follow Dean inside and down the stairs. The silence was palpable and you could feel your heart pumping strongly in your chest. You had never felt so nervous. Damn, you fought monsters for a living. You had the fucking King of Hell’s phone number in your cell phone, and you were nervous about taking a pregnancy test? Who knew, you could just be late for other reasons, like stress? Although you and Dean had been having nonstop sex the past two months, so who knew?
“I…Dean.” You stop in front of the bathroom door, spinning around to face your husband. He looked like he was going to cry, his olive green eyes wide and glued to your own. You couldn’t quite decipher his mood. Was her nervous, like you, or was he angry? You had never talked about having kids and after a while, you had just given it up. It wasn’t like you could bring a baby into this dangerous, life-risking life you lived anyway.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He croaks, stepping closer and grabbing your hand in his much larger one.
“If…if this test is positive…what are we going to do?”
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“What I mean is we’ve never talked about having kids. I know you don’t want any, especially with the way we live our lives. I just…I don’t know-” Dean grabs your face in his hands and presses his lips harshly against yours, making you freeze in shock. Another second passes before you return the kiss, wrapping your arms around his waist.
Dean pulls away, breathless, and presses his forehead to yours for a split second before pulling away and looking down at you. You hadn’t noticed that you were crying until he reaches up to swipe the lone tear away.
“I’m gonna be honest with you, sweetheart…you’re right, I never pictured having kids. Like ever,” your heart dropped. “But things change, (Y/N/N). I love you, god, do I love you, sweetheart. More than life itself, and the thought of having a baby…yeah, it’s scary. Scary as fuck, actually. We’re hunters. The apple pie life ain’t for us, or it wasn’t. Baby, we’re having a baby! That ain’t nothing to be scared of or mad about. This baby was made out of love and it will grow up knowing of nothing else.” By the end of your husband’s somewhat long monologue, tears were streaming down both of your faces.
“I-Really?” You managed after a second of stunned silence. After Dean nods his head with a wide smile, you throw yourself into his strong arms.
“Alright, you should probably take the actual test now.” Dean chuckles and you nodded before ordering him to wait outside while you stepped into the bathroom to take the tests.
“Can I come in now?” An impatient Dean calls out a minute later as you were washing your hands in the sink The three pregnancy tests were balancing on the counter by the sink. This was going to be the longest fucking two minutes you would ever have to endure.
“For the love of all that is holy, yes Dean, you can come in now.” You roll your eyes playfully and watch as he practically busts into the room.
“Well…?!” He asks and you chuckle quietly as you walk into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“We have to wait two minutes.” You murmur against his chest. Placing a soft kiss on the top of your head, Dean brings you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
After two minutes, the timer you had set on your phone goes off and you’re pretty sure that your heart stopped in your chest. Stepping back, you looked up to see Dean already looking down at you, his green eyes full of love.
“You want me to look?” His voice was soft and comforting and his hands were gently running up and down your back, and in that moment you wished desperately that the tests were positive. You could already imagine a little version of yourself or your husband running around.
“No, I’ll look.” You respond with a deep breath, turning and walking over the sink. In that second, as you stood holding the small white stick in your hand, all of the air left your lungs. Your hands were shaking and your knees felt week.
“(Y/N/N), baby, what does it say?” Dean had remained in his spot a few feet away, nervously shifting from foot to foot. Silently you turn to look at him and almost laughed out loud at the comical scared yet nervous look on his perfect face. Unable to hide it any longer, you let a big ass smile creep onto your face.
“I’m pregnant, Dean.” The sentence had barely fallen from your lips before Dean was picking you up and spinning you arms, a surprisingly loud laugh falling from his lips.
“Gah, I love you.” He whispers against your neck before peppering small kisses against the sensitive skin.
“I love you, too, Dean. So much.”
Your life was about to change drastically but you knew that if you had your husband by your side, nothing could go wrong.
Author’s Note :
Oh God. So, as y’all can see, I suck at writing *hides under the bed*. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoyed. Lol. I am currently not taking requests, just because I’ve only just started writing and I want to be able to get my shit together before having the responsibility of having to write imagines for other people. Sorry! I promise to take requests as soon as I can. ;)