Takes place around season 8.
Miranda stared down at the stick that she held in her hand. The double lines on the indicator seemed to mock her. She knew that they had to been careful. More than careful. She took morning after pills on the off chance her pills didn't work and if the condom broke.
Scowling at the stick again, she marched out of the bathroom and to the main room of the bunker. The boys were sitting at the table, researching something or another. She didn't really care at the moment. Dropping down in the seat next to dean, she set the stick on the notebook next to him. I blame you."
dean looked at her confused for a moment before looking at what she placed on his notebook. Silence enveloped the room before he exclaimed, "What the hell?!"
Sam looked over when dean shouted, slightly confused. Miranda looked at him. "Well, Sam, you're gonna be an uncle."