Chapter One
** Author's note- Thanks for checking out my story! Don't be afraid to review my story and tell me what you did liked and disliked. A lot of the things will be different in this story than the tv show. There will be not be any angels in my story. There will not be a war against heaven or hell and there will not be a reference to any yellow eyed demon. Lucifer will not make an appearance in my fanfiction. Sam and Dean's mom was killed by a demon, but it was an accident and it has nothing to do with Sam or a deal she made. Therefore, Sam will not possess any psychic ability. Sam and Dean are simply two hunters that hunt supernatural things and that is it. It will make more sense as my story continues. It starts off at season one, but I will not be following the tv show plotline. Sam is 22, Dean is 26, and Lydia is 18. **
I dated Dean Winchester for a couple of months before he moved away onto his next job. He said that he was a traveling salesman, but I didn't believe him. He knew that I was aware of him lying to, but since I never really brought it up, he never really explained himself.
As I stared down at the pregnancy stick in my hands that confirmed what I had figured out after a few weeks of morning sickness and missing my period, I wished that I had at least asked Dean where he was going before he left.
But he never even told me that he was leaving in the first place. We were not close like that. Sure, I spent a few nights over at the musty motel he was staying at and we went out on dates to the local diner and movie theater, but we were never serious.
And now, I was going to have his baby.
A thousand questions ran through my head. I wondered if I should try to contact him and tell him that he was a father or leave what great times we had in the past. Even if I wanted to call him or email him, I had no way to reach him.
So for the time being I decided to do nothing but continue on with my life. I woke up every morning and went to work as a waitress at Lucy's Diner where I first met Dean. Then I went back home and watched bad reality television and read Twilight by Stephanie Meyers for the thousandth time.
My day was relatively easy and laid back. I greeted my mother when she came home from the elementary school. She was a second grade teacher. Then I cooked dinner.
But when my dad comes home from work in construction, I quietly go back up to my bedroom and hide. He tended to stay out late drinking and when he came home, sometimes he would take his aggression out on me.
Before, I let him beat me and hurt me because I didn't really have much of a choice, but now I was really scared. I didn't want my unborn baby to get caught in the middle of all of this.
Life continued this way for a long time, until a familiar face showed up at the diner. I would never forget those green eyes or that firm body. I blushed as I spilled coffee on me while I had been checking out Dean Winchester.
"Hey, darlin'," Dean said with a thick southern accent as he looked at me from head to toe. He didn't seem to notice my small pregnancy bump. "How have you been?"
"Good," I replied nervously as I brushed off some of the coffee from my uniform.
A man a few years younger than Dean cleared his throat as he looked back and worth between Dean and I with a questioning expression on his face. He was taller than Dean and a lot skinnier. Honestly, he needed to eat. He had long brown hair for a guy and small chocolate brown eyes. Something about him reminded me of a young Patrick Swayze if he were a brunette.
"Sorry," Dean apologized looking over at the guy I had yet to be introduced to.
"Lydia," Dean said my name as he patted the man I didn't know on the chest. "This is my little brother, Sammy."
"Hi," Sammy said, raising his eyebrows. I could tell that Sammy wasn't impressed by me. Maybe it was because Dean dated around a lot and his little brother had probably been introduced to a lot of Dean's girlfriends.
"Is this why we drove one hundred miles out of our way?" Sammy whispered to Dean. He probably didn't think that he heard him but I did. I swallowed a big lump in my throat and looked away, trying not to cry. These damn pregnancy hormones.
"Can I get you guys something to eat?" I asked as I grabbed a couple of menus and led them over to a brown booth out of my eyesight from the register. I was aware of my heart beating fast in my chest. This was the time to tell Dean that he was going to be a father if I wanted to.
But what other option did I really have? I wasn't making enough money to live on my own anytime soon and I didn't want to live under the same roof as my abusive father forever. Maybe Dean could help us out financially.
How much do traveling salesman make for a living?
Or maybe Dean would decide that he didn't want anything to do with us.
I still didn't know what I wanted to do yet.
After I finished scribbling down their orders on a notepad, Dean gently grabbed my wrist, stopping me from walking away. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
"I'm fine," I said even sounding stressed out to my own ears.
Honestly, I was just beyond exhausted.
I began to walk away before I stopped in my tracks and turned around. "Actually, I am not okay," I said, looking at Dean and only Dean. "Can we talk after my shift?"
Dean, sensing the seriousness of my tone, jumped onto his feet. "How about we talk right now," he said. I nodded and followed him as he led me outside of the restaurant, praying that my boss didn't notice my absence.
We walked over to the right side of the building where nobody could really hear us.
"What is it?" he asked as his eyes searched my own. He knew that something was wrong. Even though Dean and I didn't know each other that long, I felt like he could see who I was and whatever I was hiding when he looked into my eyes. "What's wrong? Are you in some kind of trouble?"
To my embarrassment, I began to cry.
He pulled me into a hug. Even though we didn't know each other that well, he never felt like a stranger to me, not even the first time we met. "Jesus Christ, Lydia," he said as he rested his chin. "What's going on?"
I ended up telling him everything even things I hadn't told him before. I told him about my dad and how he enjoyed hitting me and seeing me in pain. When he heard that, he pulled away from me and the expression on his face darkened as his hands formed fists.
"That son of a bitch," he said as he began to stomp away. "I am going to kill him!"
"Wait," I said, causing him to pause in his tracks. "There's something else."
I waited until he turned around to look at me. There was confusion written all over his face. The diner door opened behind Dean as Sammy stepped out to witness this. I guess he was his brother after all and would probably hear about what I had to say anyway.
"You are going to be a father," I said.
**How do you think Dean is going to react to this news?**