A.N. I own nothing. All recognizable characters belong to the creators of Supernatural.

Christmas morning found you awake early. Even without looking at the alarm clock on your bedside table you knew that it was early, the silence of the bunker telling you that you were the only one awake.

Sam Winchester's breaths gently puffed against the skin of your neck as he spooned behind you, his arms wrapped securely around you, your fingers laced together as he slept and you pretended to still be asleep. Although you were laying still in the bed, your mind was far from quiet. You ran through scenarios of how today was going to pan out, and your heart pounded in your chest as you imagined how many different ways this might go badly, your mind spinning as different scenarios and situations darted through your head, each worse than the one before. You blinked and a tear rolled down your face, and you hastily wiped it away, just in case Sam woke up and saw it.

What was upsetting you the most, undoubtedly, was the fact you didn't know how today was going to go. You never thought you and Sam would be in this situation, and yet, here you were…pregnant and about to tell Sam that he was going to become a father.

You had chosen Christmas day to make the announcement for various reasons. Firstly, you hoped that the holiday would put Sam in a good mood, and secondly because Sam and Dean had only just got back from a hunt that had taken a few weeks. You hadn't gone with them on the hunt, although you usually would have, because you had still been nursing a sprained ankle from the hunt before that.

It was probably a good thing you had sprained your ankle, because within a few days of the boys leaving you'd started feeling the first symptoms of the pregnancy. First was the fatigue you had experienced, which had led you to think you were coming down with the flu, and then the nausea had started. For the first week or two you had been pretty much constantly nauseous, and you'd lost track of how many times you'd found yourself on your knees, hugging the toilet as you heaved into it.

The morning sickness, however, had seemed to settle down a little bit in the past week, with it only really bothering you in the mornings, which wasn't too bad. You knew that there were women that were far worse off than you, so you weren't complaining.

Another new symptom, was the aching of your breasts, and the newfound sensitivity of your nipples. Last night, as you and Sam had made out on the bed, Sam's hand had slipped beneath the loose shirt you wore to bed (which was actually one of his) and his thumb had grazed your nipple. Just the feeling had been enough to send desire surging through you.

That was another reason why Sam needed to know. He and Dean weren't stupid, they would be able to put the clues together and figure out that you were pregnant, and you wanted to be the one who told them, or Sam at least. You didn't mind if it was you or Sam that told Dean he was going to be an uncle…in fact, you wanted it to be Sam.

The last reason you had chosen Christmas day to reveal your pregnancy to Sam was that there was a part of you, a naïve, slightly immature childish part of you, that thought the idea of letting Sam know he was going to be a father of Christmas day would be cute

Now that the time to tell Sam was drawing closer, your nerves were beginning to get the better of you. Even as you thought about putting the announcement off your felt Sam stir behind you, his arms around you tightening slightly as he mumbled something, his nose brushing the back of your head.

Your heart hammered in your chest, and you hoped that Sam didn't notice how tense your body was in his arms, although you didn't like your chances. Sam was an early riser, and you'd been lucky that he slept as long as he had. He was bound to wake up quickly.

Sure enough, only a few minutes passed before you felt Sam's lips against your neck.

"Merry Christmas Y/N," he greeted softly, before he shifted his head so he could kiss your shoulder.

"Merry Christmas, Sam," You replied, forcing a smile on your face as you rolled onto your back. Sam smiled down at you, and he combed his fingers through you hair.

"Are you ok?" he asked. You nodded, knowing that it had been foolish to even hope that he wouldn't notice you tense you were.

"Are you sure?" Sam asked and you exhaled, moving so you were sitting up a little bit more.

"Yeah, just feeling a bit…nervous about your present."

"I'm sure whatever you got is fine. Besides, I'm just glad that you're here with me."

Your heart skipped a beat, and your smile became genuine as Sam leaned down and you kissed, your hand resting on Sam's cheek as you cupped his face, deepening the kiss. Sam moaned into the kiss, only pulling away when he needed to breathe.

"I love you," You told him, your voice slightly breathy as you regained your breath.

"I love you too," Sam replied, leaning in to kiss you again, only this time you were the one to pull away, knowing that now was the time to tell Sam, before your resolve completely gave up.

"I have something for you here, reaching for the bedside table, pulling the top drawer open with one hand and fumbling inside for the wrapped box inside. Sam tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"I thought we were doing the present thing with Dean out in the living room, where the tree is?' he asked as you finally located the box, and closed the drawer again, before you shyly passed it to him.

"This is just something a little extra…just for the two of us," you explained, unable to stop the smile on your face as Sam's cheeks coloured, obviously thinking that you had picked up something to spice up your life in the bedroom.

"Can I open it now?" Sam asked.

You rolled your eyes at him, "No, I gave it to you just to admire what a nice job I did of wrapping it," you replied sarcastically, "Of course I want you to open it."

Sam smirked at you, and you realized that he'd been the one teasing you all along. You rolled your eyes and smacked him in the arm, which, thanks to his abundance of muscle, hurt your hand more than his arm.

Still, despite the lightheartedness of your banter, you found yourself biting your lip nervously as you watched Sam unwrap the present, revealing a plain black box. It had once contained one of your bracelets that your grandmother had gotten you when you finished high school, but you had wanted to use a box, and the pregnancy test had fitted in the box perfectly. After today you would put the bracelet back in its original place.

"Jewellery?" Sam guessed, his eyebrow raised in confusion. You shook your head.

"Just open it," you replied, although your voice cracked anxiously, and was so soft that Sam would barely have been able to hear it.

You kept your eyes fixed on Sam's face as he opened the box, watching as the confusion gave way as he realised what he was looking at…a positive pregnancy test, on a nest of pink and blue tissue paper.

His eyes wide with amazement, Sam looked up at you, his hand shaking as he picked up the test, a faint smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Are you…are we…?" Sam stammered

"Going to be parents…yeah…we are," you supplied helpfully.

Sam's expression cracked with the size of the smile that spread across his face, the biggest smile you had ever seen him have, and he wrapped his arms around you in a hug, his eyes shining with happiness, unshed tears building in the corners of his eyes.

"Oh my God, Y/N" Sam choked out, "This…this is amazing. We're going to be parents! I'm going to be a dad!"

Your own tears rolling down your face, you clung onto Sam, "you're happy? You're not angry about this?" you asked. Sam stiffened in your arms and pulled away. You dropped your gaze, not knowing if you could deal with looking at the expression on his face, the anger and frustration…the hatred…the sadness.

"Hey," Sam offered sadly, and his lifted your chin with his finger, guiding your head upwards so you were looking at him. You saw the concerned expression on his face as he wiped away your tears with the pad of his thumb, before he rested his thumbs on you cheekbones, his eyes locked onto yours.

"This is one of the best moments of my life," he told you, "being a dad…it was something that I've always wanted, but thought I would never get the opportunity to do. You've given me that opportunity. I love you…I love you so much, Y/N. I love our baby too, and I promise I will always love you both, no matter what happens. Everything is going to be OK, Y/N."

"I was so scared that you would be disappointed," you confessed, looking down at your lap, your fingers gently brushing your still flat stomach, "That you wouldn't want this…that you would want me to get an abortion or for me to leave if I didn't."

"Hey…hey, that would never have happened. Besides, do you think Dean would ever have let me kick you out, especially if he knew you were carrying his niece or nephew?" Sam smiled reassuringly, "It's going to be hard enough to get Dean to give the baby back to us when he's getting cuddles with it."

"What about hunting? You always said that your childhood sucked."

"It won't be like that," Sam shook his head, "we have the bunker, we have each other, and we have Dean and Cas. We're safe here, and our baby will also be safe here, and I will never let anything happen to him or her, ok? I know our lives are scary, and dangerous, but that doesn't mean we should let the fear of what might happen control everything."

You couldn't hold back your sobs, and Sam pulled you back into his arms, rubbing his hands up and down your back soothingly.

"Have…Have I said the wrong thing…did…did you want this to happen? I…I've only been thinking about myself, I didn't think about how you might feel about it. You're the one who is actually pregnant."

You shook your head against Sam's chest, looking up at him so he could see the smile on your face, despite the tears running freely down your cheeks.

"I want this," you confirmed, "You said the right thing…the perfect thing. Everything is perfect. You, me, our baby…this is better than I dreamed it ever would be."

Sam lowered his face to yours, gently kissing you, first on your forehead, then on the tip of your nose, making you laugh, and then finally, sensually, on them mouth.

"I love you," he told you, his voice husky with emotion.

"I love you too," You replied, a wide smile on your face as you nestled against Sam's chest, savoring the heat that his body emitted. You lost track of how long you both stayed like that, Sam sitting on the bed, with you curled in his lap, his long arms wrapped around you protectively.

Eventually, however, Sam shifted, gently easing you back so you were sitting on the bed, reclined against the pillows. Kissing your forehead, before he gently worked his way down your face, kissing your skin as he went, until he got to your lips. He lingered there, and you smiled against his lips, until he worked his way along your jawbone, mouthing your earlobe and licking our ear, which made you giggle.

Sam worked his way down you neck, then along your shoulder, kissing as much of your heated skin as the t-shirt you wore allowed. You half expected him to pull your t-shirt off you, and the growing desire in your body was silently begging him to. Instead, Sam shifted down, smiling up at your face as he gently lifted the bottom of your t-shirt (which was actually one of Sam's that you had stolen at one point to sleep in), wriggling it up out of the way so that your still flat stomach was exposed.

"Hello, baby," Sam greeted your stomach softly, his face close to you skin as he spoke, before he pressed his lips against the skin, kissing it tenderly. You watched, your heart in your mouth, as Sam rubbed his thumb over your abdomen, a smile on his face. You could help but giggle at how genuine Sam's happiness was, how he wasn't afraid to do things that seemed sappy or dorky. It was one of the things you loved the most about him.

"I…I guess I'm your Daddy. I'm very happy that you're on your way, baby. I can't wait till your mommy and I get to meet you. It's a scary world out here, baby, and our family is right in the middle of things sometimes. I love you so much though, and your mommy does to, and I want you to know that we'll always love you and protect you, and your other family will too. Uncle Dean and Uncle Cas and Mommy and Daddy's other friends. You're going to have Angels watching over you…literally, and I promise that even if everything seems like it's going badly, it gets better. You've just got to keep going…always keep fighting."

Sam kissed your stomach again, and a tear rolled down your cheek. You reached down and hooked your finger under Sam's chin, directing his gaze back up towards you.

"Come here," you ordered gently. Sam smiled and complied, crawling back up the bed so you could pull him easily into a kiss.

"Can I ask a question? Sam asked once you broke apart.

'You just did," you replied automatically.

Sam snorted, 'I'm supposed to be the one making the dad jokes," he teased.

You laughed, "Go on, what's your question," you prompted him

"Can I be the one to tell Dean?"