Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

-.-Telling them you're pregnant-.-

Dean-

You paced across your room in the bunker. The pregnancy test in your hands. You had taken one already-- it had said positive. But you could have had a false positive, so you took a second. Just to be sure.

The seconds stretched into minutes that lasted an eternity. You watched through each painstaking moment until two pink lines appeared on the stick. It was positive.

You were pregnant. "How could this have happened?" you gasped and covered your mouth. Your hands shook. You and Dean were active but always used a condom! Of course, they didn't always work...

How could you tell Dean? You were only engaged. What about hunting? What if you couldn't protect him or her?

All of these questions ran through your mind. You felt sick to your stomach. You sat down at the edge of the bed and put your head in your hands. A baby was definitely a good thing; however, it just wasn't the right time.

You heard the heavy door close as Sam, Dean, and Kevin came back from running errands. Your fiance's call came shortly after. "Y/n?" 

"I'm here," you managed to squeak out.

"Is everything okay, Baby?" Baby. Your heart jumped. Tears pooled in your eyes, your lower lip quivered, and you whimpered. Dean was immediately was at your side. "What's wrong?"

"Dean, I'm pregnant," you sighed, deciding to get it over with. You watched his expression freeze. There was a shadow of doubt that flickered over his eyes. He swept a hand through his hair and sighed loudly. His lips pursued. You continued watching all of the emotions take their toll on your fiance. "Dean... I- I took two tests. They were both positive. Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" He wrapped his arms around your waist so his fingers brushed your stomach and kissed you on top of your head. He relaxed against you. "I'm okay."

"You're not mad?" you whispered.

"Why would I be? Part of me always wanted to be a father. I know the timing isn't ideal but we'll figure this out. You and I-- we make a pretty great team. I would never leave you or our kid." You smiled and choked back a happy sob. Dean wiped away the tears that had fallen. "I think we should celebrate this," he said, unable to stop his own smile from appearing. "We brought back pie!"

You breathed, "Not just yet." You put your head on Dean's shoulder. "Let's just stay here for a little bit." You didn't know that outside the door Sam and Kevin were betting on whether it would be a boy or a girl.

Sam-

You had known you were pregnant for about a week. The only other person who knew was Charlie, your best friend. You were married to Sam but were too afraid to tell him.

"You should tell him sooner or later, he's the father and your husband, he has the right to know."

"I'm just scared on how he'll react. We never talked about raising a child together!"

"It will be fine; he loves kids!" she pressed then lowered her voice. "If it's a boy, you are naming him Luke."

You rolled your eyes. "Luke?"

"Luke Skywalker! He'll be the ultimate Jedi baby."

"I am not naming my kid after a Star Wars character." You sighed.

"Fine, how about Bilbo-"

"No! That's worse!" Both of you burst into fits of laughter. It stopped quickly when you heard the bunker door open as Sam and Dean walked in.