(One-shot for "Imagine Dean telling Sam you're pregnant)
It was a snowy, winter day, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sun was hidden. You and Dean were outside of the motel you guys were staying at, talking together, voices low.
"Dean, I want to tell you something," you murmured, looking at the ground. You were unsure how he would take the news.
Meanwhile, Sam was inside the motel room, peaking through the shades as he watched you and Dean talking. His brows furrowed together as Dean's face lit up with a grin.
Sam turned away from the window, back towards his laptop, when you and Dean started towards the room. Dean opened the door and held it open for you.
"Sammy," Dean said. "I have to tell you something!"
"What is it?" Asked Sam, standing as Dean grabbed his brother's shoulder.
You watched nervously as Dean beamed brighter than before. You started to fiddle with your hair, wrapping it around your finger, just as you always do when you get nervous.
"She's pregnant," he laughed. His smile grew brighter. "She's pregnant! With my baby!"
He turned towards you and walked briskly forward, embracing you in a careful, but warm, hug. You wrapped your arms around him and looked over his shoulder at Sam.
"Congrats guys!" Sam's pride in being an Uncle was obvious on his face. "Yeah, this is going to be great!"
You blushed, chuckling, when Dean set a hand on your stomach. His eyes were sparkling with love and happiness.
"I just can't wait," Dean said happily, giving you a quick peck on the lips. Just then, the smile rushed from his face. "No more hunting for you, young lady."
You're eyes narrowed when he said young lady, but you didn't argue. Hunting is a lot more dangerous when pregnant because not only are you in danger, but the baby is, too.
The smile returned to Dean's face as if it had never left. "Son of a bitch...I'm going to be a father!" He whooped.
You three spent the rest of the night celebrating, but the only worst part about it was that neither Sam nor Dean let you have one beer.