You nervously wait for Sam to get home, playing with the ring on your finger. You knew that Sam said he would love you no matter what, but neither of you had planned for anything like this. You'd thought you'd been being safe, but then your period hadn't come. You'd hoped it was just late, but it'd been two weeks since then. Finally, you'd broken down and taken a pregnancy test. Sam and Dean had been out checking on Bobby, so you sat alone waiting for the results.

When it had come back positive, you had burst into tears. You loved Sam and you were already engaged, but you still didn't know how Sam would react. You hoped that he'd be okay with it, but you never knew. Sam was a hunter, and there was no way to know how long he was going to survive. It had taken a long time for Sam to even admit that he loved you. Since then, things had gone well, but you had no idea how he would react to this.

Absentmindedly, your hand falls to your stomach. Pregnant. You still couldn't believe it. You are perched on the edge of the couch when Sam and Dean return, both carrying bags of groceries. Both of Sam's hands are full of groceries, and you jump up to help him. The three of you bring the groceries into the kitchen, refilling the refrigerator and pantry. The entire time you are working, you try to build up enough confidence to tell Sam. You'd planned on telling him as soon as he got home, but now you didn't know.

There was no way you could tell Sam when Dean was in the room, but you couldn't exactly ask him to leave. You sigh in relief when Dean excused himself to go work on Baby. You and Sam are sitting in the living room of the bunker, and you know you that you have to tell him.

"Sam?"

"Yes, Y/N?"

You pause, taking a deep breath and bracing yourself for the worst.

"I-I…"

You trail off, pulling away from Sam and sitting on the edge of the couch.

"Y/N? Is everything alright?" you can hear the love in Sam's voice and you're scared that it might be the last time you ever hear that love.

"I-I'm fine, Sam. I just," your voice breaks, and you feel a tear trickle down your cheek, "I don't know how to tell you this."

Sam moves toward you, wrapping his strong arms around you. You lay your head on his shoulder, sniffling.

"You can tell me anything Y/N. I'll love you no matter what."

"Sam," you pause, taking a deep breath, "I'm pregnant."

"You're what?" Sam pulls back, staring at you like you had just said that Dean was a girl.

"Pregnant, Sam. I'm pregnant."

You draw even further away from him, burying your face in your hands. Your tears come faster now, and you flinch when Sam lays his hand gently on your shoulder.

"How? I thought we were safe…"

"I did too, but I guess not," your voice is turning cold.

"It's not possible. I mean, how could this have happened?"

"Damnit, Sam. I don't know. All I know is that it did."

You stand up, turning away from Sam so he doesn't see your tears. This is what you'd been afraid of.

"Wait, Y/N," Sam catches your wrist as you turn away, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," you sniffle, "I'm sure."

"Oh Y/N," Sam pulls you toward him, standing up so he towers above you.

You shrink back, fearful of what he might do. Instead of hitting you like you expect, he lifts you left hand and kisses the ring on your finger.

"You're pregnant," he repeats slowly, drawing you close to his chest.

"I know," you sob, collapsing against his chest.

"When did you find out?"

"About two weeks ago, I guess. My period didn't come, but I thought maybe it was just stress. I took the test today."

Sam pulls back a little, frowning slightly, "Two weeks? You've known for two weeks and you didn't tell me? Y/N, why?"

"I didn't know what you'd think," you reply honestly, "and I didn't want it to be a false alarm."

"I love you, no matter what," he says, kissing you softly.

His hand trails down to your stomach and he lays his palm flat against it. He sinks to his knees, laying his head on your flat stomach.

"Hello," he says, his lips ghosting over your skin, "my beautiful child."

"Sam," you say, and he stands back up, "how are we going to do this?"

You're still crying, and he gently wipes the tears from your eyes. He pulls you tightly against his chest, kissing the top of your head.

"Together."

Your heart swells at that one word and you lift onto your toes, kissing Sam. The weight of it all hits you, and you feel your legs give out. Sam guides you to the couch, setting you on his lap. You lean against his chest, and he wraps his arms around you. You stay like that for a long time, Sam supporting you. You're still like that when Dean walks in, freezing in the doorway.

"Sam? Y/N? Is everything okay?"

"Can I tell him," Sam whispers, "please?"

"Yeah," you answer, your voice rough from crying.

"Dean," Sam says, a goofy smile lighting up his face, "Y/N's pregnant."

You turn around at the silence, and Dean is standing in the doorway with his mouth wide open.

"Stop it, Dean," you laugh, "It's rude to stare."

"I just can't believe it," he says, "my baby brother is gonna be a dad."

Dean practically runs over to hug you, sweeping you up in his arms. He sets you down, facing Sam. He stands awkwardly still for a few moments before hugging his brother. It's not the kind of hug they usually share, manly and awkward; it's the kind of hug you see between people at weddings or funerals, honest and raw.

"Sam," Dean says, his voice catching, "I love you. I'm so happy for you."

Sam sniffs, trying not to cry, "Dean, I love you too."

They stand like that for nearly a minute, and when they pull apart you can see the trails of tears of both their cheeks.

"I'm gonna be an uncle, and that," Dean says with a smile, "requires beer."

Dean ducks out to the kitchen and you kiss Sam softly. It's a kiss full of love, and you only pull away when Dean coughs. He hands the beer to Sam, who opens them on the edge of the table. Dean takes his beer back and Sam frowns in confusion when you push the third beer away.

"No beer? But Y/N, this is a reason to celebrate!"

"Sam. I'm pregnant. No alcohol, remember?"

"Oh God. Right, no alcohol. Wait, Y/N, what else can't you do?"

"Um," you pause, "I don't exactly know."

"Oh no. You've probably already done something bad. Y/N, what are we going to do?"

You can hear the panic in Sam's voice and it makes you laugh.

"Sam, love. Calm down. I'm sure that everything will be fine. For now, we'll just be careful and in the morning we'll see what we need to know."

"Y/N, how are you not freaking out? There is literally a human being inside of you. We need to make sure that everything goes well. I won't be able to stand it if anything happens to you. Either of you."

"Sam, calm down. It's all going to be okay."

"Are you sure?" Sam asks, his eyes wide.

"Yes, I'm sure. Tonight, we just need to rest. We'll figure things out in the morning."

**Author's Note**

I might consider turning this into a full length story, opinions?