Sam Winchester + Reader- Unexpecting

Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom, was all I could think of right now.

I bolted out of bed, not caring about the startled moose rising from the bed. I went into the bathroom, leaned over the toilet, and everything I had eaten last night was gone in an instant.

I stayed leaning over when too large, warm, familiar arms snaked their way around my waist. I didn't need to look to know it was Sam.

Sam and I had been dating for four years now, ever since he saved me on a hunt against a werewolf. Everything had seemed perfect. That is until about a couple weeks ago. It all started all of a sudden. Every medicine I took didn't seem to help.

I leaned against Sam, breathing heavily. "Y/N, I think it's time you see a doctor." Sam had been bugging me for a while to go see a doctor. Being the stubborn girl I was, I always refused, saying I was fine.

Now, I'm not so sure if I'm fine. I nodded my head, and started getting up. "I'll get dressed; you and Dean just continue searching for the monster." I said, walking out of the bathroom.

Sam sighed. "Are you sure you don't want me to go with you?"

I giggle at his stubbornness. "Yes, I'm sure. Plus, nobody can trust Dean by himself." I say, picking out a red flannel, black tank top, tights, and combat boots to wear for the day.

Sam came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Whatever you say." He said, trailing chaste kisses down my neck.

I pushed him off and walked into the bathroom to get a shower and get dressed.

After I got my shower and dressed, I walked out of the bathroom. Sam wasn't in the bedroom, so I guessed he either left or was downstairs.

I walked downstairs and caught a glimpse of Sam and Dean in the study. I went to the front down and grabbed bag and yelled to the boys, "I'm leaving! See you in a little!"

In response, I heard a 'bye' and a groan. I giggled at the oblivious brothers and headed for the doctors.

I waited in the waiting room for what seemed like forever. "Miss Y/N L/N?"

I looked at the source of my name. When I saw the nurse signal for me to come with her, I nodded my head, got up and followed her. She led me into an empty room, room 05. "Hi, Miss L/N. I'm Dr. Morgan Lince. I'm going to be checking on you today. Now, would you please tell me how you've been feeling?"

I nodded. "Well, not very well. I've been throwing up almost every morning and sometimes in the afternoon. I would get nauseous and dizzy, too. And eating has been weird for me. Sometimes I will crave a certain food, and then when I get it I feel sick."

Dr. Lince nodded and typed this onto the computer in the room. "And when did you last get your period?"

I thought for a moment. "Now that I think of it, I haven't gotten it in a while. Maybe, two, three months ago?"

Dr. Lince just continued doing what she was doing before. When she was done, she took her stethoscope. "I just gonna listen to your heart and lungs, OK?" I nodded my head and she puts the stethoscope pegs in her ears, rolled her chair over to me, and listened to my heart and stomach. She nodded her head and moved the stethoscope to my back. "Deep breathes, please." I did as she said. "Again." I did it again. This repeated for a little. "OK. Is it alright if I can take an Ultrasound? It seems that everything is OK with your heart and lungs, so I want to look at you stomach to see if anything is wrong there."

I nodded for the fourth time today. We both got up and she lead me to the room you do an Ultrasound. She motioned for me to lie on the cot, so I did. I rolled up my shirt so much while she was getting the transducer ready. After she was finished, she put the transducer on my stomach. She moved it around, but didn't say a word. She nodded her head when she was done, got a paper towel to clean of my stomach, and got up. "I'm going look at everything over again. You can wait in the waiting room until I call you back."

"Thank you." I said as I left the room.

Before I was out of ear shot, I heard her say, "Don't thank me yet."

I smiled a little and went into the waiting room.

After a little, Dr. Lince finished looking at the tests and called me back the room 05.

She sat back down in the chair she sat in when we first got here. "Well, I have your test results. I have good news."

I leaned forward, a bit of happiness in my eyes. "What's the good news?" I asked, anxious.

A smile crept onto her face. "Congratulations, Miss L/N. You're pregnant."

I looked at her dumbfounded. "I'm p-pregnant?" I asked, even though Dr. Lince already told me.

She nodded her head. "Here. I have some pamphlets about pregnancy and parenthood for you and your significant other."

She handed me the pamphlets and walked me out of the room. I put the pamphlets in my purse. "Um… Thank you. How much do I owe the office?" I asked, pulling out my wallet.

She put her hand up and shook it. "You don't owe anything. This check-up will be on me. Let's say… it's a soon-to-be-mother gift."

We both giggled and I nodded. "Thank you, again. Bye." I waved. As I was walking out, I heard Dr. Lince say her good bye.

I was going to have fun telling this to the brothers.

As soon as I got home, I ran right into Sam, who, from what I can infer, was waiting for me the whole time I was gone. He picked me up and dropped me onto the couch. "Woah, there, Sam! I just got home and you already sweep me off my feet!" I giggled.

Sam chuckled. "Well, I want to know what's wrong with you." He said as he plopped down next to me.

I got nervous. "Y-You make it sound like it's a b-bad thing." I say, not looking at Sam. He was about to say something when I cut him off. "I'll tell you later."

He looked at me confused, but nodded his head. I smiled, pecked him on the lips, and walked into our shared room. I immediately walked into the bathroom, and looked at myself in the mirror. That's when all the thoughts I've been concealing came at me like a flood: What am I going to do? I can't be pregnant! Sam always said he never wants to raise his child in this life. How am I going to tell me? What will he do? Will be tell me to leave? Will he want me to get rid of the baby? Heck, how would Dean would react? He is going to be the baby's uncle.

Before I knew, tears were slipping down my face. I quickly wiped them away and fixed myself up for the rest of the day.

I was in the kitchen, getting dinner ready. Sam was in the study, researching for a case. Dean was in his room, doing God knows what. I was making pasta, while thinking how I was going to tell Sam about my… condition.

"Sam! Dean! Dinner's ready!" I yelled, setting to bowl of pasta in the middle of the dining room table. Soon, both Sam and Dean came pilling in the dining room, seating themselves down as I gave out the food.

At dinner, we talked about what any hunts that were found and, over all, different stories.

I forgot about the events early today, until, "So, Y/N, what did the doctor tell you today?" Sam asked, finishing his dinner.

I gulped, not expecting Sam to ask this all of a sudden. "Good. The doctor said that everything was alright…" I drifted off, not wanting to say anything else.

Dean and Sam didn't look satisfied. "Is that all? Anything else? Like a, I don't know, diagnosed?" Sam asked a hit of worry in his voice.

I didn't want to tell them at the dinner, but it looked like I was going to have to. I took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant and it's Sam's…" I mumbled really quiet.

They looked at me confused. "What? Speak up." Dean said, shoving more pasta in his mouth.

I took another deep breath. "I'mpregnantandit'sSam's." I said really fast.

They looked a little mad now, especially Dean. "Holy sh*t, Y/N! Speak normally!" Dean Yelled.

I took my third deep breath. "I'm pregnant, and it's Sam's…" I said in a little voice.

I know they heard me from the looks on their faces. "You're what?!" Sam asked, leaning over the table.

I felt tears forming in my eyes. "You're not gonna make me say it again, ar you?!" I said, trying to hold back the tears.

Sam shook his head. "No… What are we gonna do?" Sam mumbled.

At this, I stood up abruptly, not happy with Sam's question. They both looked at me worriedly. "Well, I'm sorry, Sam! I expected this as much as the both of you!" I yelled, tears starting to leave my eyes.

Before Sam or Dean could say anything, I ran upstairs into my room. I slammed the door shut, not caring about the loud 'BAM!' it made. I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in a mirror again. That's when all my tears started escaping my eyes. I let them pour out, sliding down the wall and cried my eyes out.

Downstairs, I heard yelling, but I didn't care. I didn't care when I heard big, loud footsteps climbing up the stairs and to my door. I didn't care when I heard the bedroom door open. I didn't care when I heard the same footsteps come to the bathroom door. I did care, however, when the bathroom door opened, and in came Sam.

He kneeled down in front of me and pulled me into an embrace. "Hey. Shhh."

I embraced him back, crying into his chest. "I'm s-sorry, Sam. I c-can l-leave or-"

Sam shushed me. "Don't apologize. And I don't want you to leave or anything."

I looked at him with teary eyes. "R-Really?" I asked, hope filling inside me.

Sam chuckled. "Yeah. I'm actually quite happy to be a dad." He said.

A smile broke onto my face. I jumped on him and hugged him tightly. Sam chuckled again and hugged me back. When we pulled apart from the hug, he smashed his pips against mine, but in a gentle yet passionate way.

Awe parted, and Sam said, "We will care for this child no matter what. We will try our best to make sure that our child won't grow up in this life."

I smiled at Sam and put my lips back to where they're meant to be, well at least for me.