Stuck with Me
Sam x Reader (eventually)
Words: hair under 1,700
A/N: Once upon a time I had this little idea, next thing I know it turned into a multi-part monstrosity. It’s been in the works for a while now, and is pretty much done so I’ll be updating it on a pretty regular basis (probably twice a week). Thanks as per usual go out to my darling wifey Beka ( @impala-dreamer ) who has listened to me bang my head against the wall more than once and assured me I wasn’t bat shit crazy for putting this out there.
P.S. this will shift POV’s periodically, hopefully it isn’t confusing (but please let me know if it is).
“Hey sweetheart. What’re you doing in here so late?”
“Hungry. AGAIN. And I swear I’m going to turn orange soon because carrots are the only thing I want to eat.”
“Well I’ll leave you to it, just came for some water. Don’t stay in here too late – that’s my niece you’re growing in there – you need your rest.”
Dean shot up in bed, so confused by the dream he wasn’t really confident where he was.
What. In. The. Hell.
Dreaming about pretty girls wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary. Dreaming about pretty girls, pretty very-pregnant-carrot-eating-in-my-kitchen girls sure as shit was. Niece? Seriously. Did he drink last night? Wrong question. How much did he drink last night?