"Ella, what's going on? Are you okay? Ryan didn't hurt you, did he?" Dean asked, looking at her, his heart fearing the worst. Ellie glanced up at him when he asked if Ryan had hurt her. She shook her head sadly. She looked at their hands wrapped around each others. She glanced at her stomach before looking back at Dean.
"Ryan has never hurt me, Dean. He would never hurt me. I uh... Dean... I don't know how to say this... I'm pregnant, Dean." Eleanor said, biting her lip as soon as she finished speaking. Her eyes glanced up at Dean's, his hands pulling away from hers. He stood up, walking, more like pacing, around the room. After five minutes of silence, Dean finally sat down next to Ellie. He looked at her, his eyes telling Ellie that he was beyond scared, something he would never admit to it. He took in a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair.
"You're pregnant? Does Ryan know?" Dean asked a little harshly. Ellie bit her lip, trying not to show how terrified she was at the moment. The redhead could feel his eyes on her. She couldn't help but play with the hem of her shirt. She stared at him for a moment, reading him.
"Yes, I'm pregnant. No, Ryan doesn't know yet. I haven't told him yet..." She trailed off, she still wasn't sure how she was going to tell Dean her baby was his. Ellie glanced over at him, looking him over a bit. The look of pain in his eyes and on his face. Eleanor could feel her heart breaking, she quickly looked away from him.
"You haven't told your fiance you're carrying his baby? Why? Wait a minute... You're not saying.." He started, trailing off as he stood up. His face was torn, he was afraid and hurt, and Eleanor could see that. She sighed a bit, running a hand through her hair.
"Dean, I'm three months pregnant. Ryan was overseas when we, you know..." A sharp pain went through her as she finished the sentence in her head. Ellie grabbed a piece of hair and slowly started twisting it around her finger, it was an old habit of hers that she couldn't break it.
"So, it's mine... I... Ella, I, why are you only now just telling me? How are you going to tell Ryan? I... This is all my fault. You've always said I need to keep my junk in my pants and now look what's happened," he said, shaking his head. Ellie looked away before she let a tear fall. She knew this was a bad idea, but she didn't think he'd be this upset by it. Dean still wasn't ready for a real relationship.
"Yes, Dean, it's your baby... Because I just found out two weeks ago... I- I haven't got that far yet... I- I think I should go...," she got up from the bed, grabbing her jacket she had draped over a chair. She headed for the door as Dean grabbed her hand gently.
"Ella, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that, I'd rather you be pregnant by me then some random hook up. You need to sit down and think about what you're going to do... Ryan has the right to know," he said, sadly. He was hurt and unsure what she was going to choose. She could choose to stay with Ryan and have him raise Dean's child, or she could leave Ryan and go with him, there was also the choice of leaving both of them and Ellie being a single mother. Biting her lip, Eleanor stood next to the door, thinking. Dean was right, Ryan had the right to know. She wasn't sure what to do, she loved Ryan, but she needed Dean in her life. Leaving Ryan out in the cold after all they've been through was wrong in Ellie's mind. Looking over at Dean, Eleanor sighed a bit before closing her eyes. She didn't regret sleeping with Dean, but she wished she was over him already. She looked over at him.
"I don't know what to do, Dean... I know Ryan needs to know, but you're the father, you have a say in it all too...," she said, wiping the tears away as they slowly started to fall. Dean stood up and walked over to her, wrapping his arms tightly around her.
"It's going to be okay, babe, I promise. Me? I- I want whatever is best for you and the baby. If that's Ryan raising him, fine. I just want what makes you happy, Ella," Dean said to her, smiling sweetly at her. He rubbed her back lightly as he kissed her forehead. Ellie looked up at him a little, a small smile on her lips, she couldn't help but feel a little hopeful.
"I... Do you want Ryan to raise him? I mean, you are always going to be his real father, or her. I just... I want... What am I going to do? Ryan's not going to want to raise someone else's child," she said, leaning against Dean. Dean wrapped his arms around her tighter as he kissed her forehead again. He took a deep breath in before pulling away from her slightly.
"No, I really don't like the idea of another dude raising my child, but if that's what you want, I'm okay with it. Ella, look, just don't tell Ryan the baby's mine. Let him think it's his. Unless you don't want to, I mean," his husky voice spoke, he was really drowning here. He wanted to help Ellie raise the baby, but if she chose to let Ryan do that, who was he to say differently? Dean was way out of his element here, he wasn't sure if this was really happening. The feeling of not being able to be there for Ellie while raising their child and after they've grown up, broke his heart and he wasn't sure what he could do to stop it from happening. Eleanor looked up at him, a sad expression on her tired face. She could tell he really wasn't like any of this and it did nothing but kill her inside.
"Dean, I'm not okay with Ryan raising your child and I know for damn sure that Ryan isn't going to be okay with raising another man's child, let alone yours... What do we do? I know Ryan isn't going to like this, any of this. I really don't want to be a single mother, Dean, I really don't," she managed through the tears coming down. She knew Dean knew that, she knew Sam had told him when they were younger. She had mentioned it to him a couple times. Dean smiled down at her before he helped her to the bed. He gently sat her down before sitting down next to her, his hands a little clammy. Dean gently and lovingly tucked a piece of her ginger hair behind her ear before gently taking her face in his hands.
"How many times do I need to tell you, Ella, you're not going to be a single mother. If Ryan doesn't want to raise my child or have anything to do with you after this, then, I'm going to step up and help you with our baby. We can be our own little family, just like you've always wanted... Like I've always wanted," he whispered softly to her, his thumb gently rubbing her cheek. He had always dreamed of a family with her, this may not have been the best time to start it, but they had. Dean had lightly touched his lips to Ellie's, kissing her sweetly. Ellie had gently brushed her cheek against his hands, kissing him back just as gently and sweetly. She gently put her hand on his chest, she could feel his heart beating. She smiled lovingly at him, her golden brown eyes shining with hope.
"I... Really? You want us to be a family? Are you sure we can even do this? Raise a child? I mean, come on, Dean, look at us, we're always out hunting. Do we really want to raise our child like we were? Like soldiers? Don't get me wrong, there's no way in hell that we are ever going to get out of the hunting world, but still, Dean. I do want to have this baby through, don't get me wrong," she mentioned softly, she couldn't believe it. Eleanor beamed softly. She wasn't sure still on what to do about telling Ryan and such. At least she knew Dean would step up and be a man. She tenderly grabbed his hand in hers before interlocking their fingers. Ellie bite her lip gently. Dean looked down at her, smiling sweetly at her as he tenderly moved a piece of her hair from her face.
"Yes, really, Ella, I want us to be a family. We can do this, raise a child. It may not be what we wanted or how we wanted to raise our children, but it's the only way if we want a family, Ella. They're be fine, babe, with the two of us raising them, and Sam helping, there's nothing they won't be able to kill everything they come across," he said, smiling at her. He really did want this, to settle down, well sort of, with Eleanor and raise a family. Yeah, Dean knew it wouldn't be easy to bring up children in the supernatural world, but he wasn't seeing any other way unless Ellie stayed with Ryan, which he really did like, let alone want. He glanced at her face, he could see the fear in eyes. Dean knew she was terrified of losing him, he didn't know how to prove to her that she wasn't going too.
"Okay," she whispered, she laid her head on his shoulder. With her forehead resting on his jaw bone, she closed her eyes, taking in the smell of his leather jacket. Eleanor had always loved the smell of Dean's leather jacket. The redhead could tell that he didn't like the idea of her staying with Ryan or Ryan raising his child. Could she really leave Ryan after everything they've been through for Dean? Would her and Dean last long enough to raise this child completely?