Papa Don’t Preach

Pairing: DeanxReader

Word Count: 1531

Warnings: Angst, unplanned pregnancy, angry/hurt Dean

A/N: Hello all! This is my entry for @whispersandwhiskerburn ‘s MUCH ADO ABOUT SPN Challenge   I got the letter F and the Shakespeare quote  “What’s gone and what’s past help should be past grief” (Winter’s Tale III.2). I hope i did this justice and to be honest i had a great time writing it . 


Y/N brought her fingers to her mouth, absentmindedly chewing on the tips of her nails. It was an awful habit, that she knew. It wasn’t like she did it all the time, only when she was especially nervous, or stressed. And at this moment she was most certainly both.

She paced inside the small gas station bathroom. Reluctantly, she had decided this was the best place to complete her task. She couldn’t take this back to the bunker, not with the brothers breathing down her neck. They always worried too much.

Y/N jumped as the timer on her phone went off, signaling the end to five minutes. She shut the alarm off and returned the phone to her pocket. Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breaths, willing her heart to stop racing. She felt lightheaded and nauseous and so scared.

“Jesus Y/N, pull yourself together.” Y/n whispered to herself. She opened her eyes, finally picking up the first test from the sink. She flipped it over to reveal two lines. Her stomach flipped and she reached for a second one; two lines. She combed through the last four and they all gave her the same definitive answer.

She was pregnant.

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@dazaisuggestions @chuuyasuggestions

@atsushisuggestions and I demand separate bedrooms in this house you fuckers are talking about buying. Separate bedrooms AND baths.

I guess @kyoukasuggestions can have her own room too but she’s small enough she can fit in a cupboard under a stair case.

Back to important things, I’d like this room to be a loft, preferably away from everyone else, with no windows because fuck waking up to the sun in your eyes.

Make it happen, assholes.