Words: 5263
Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Dreams And Nightmares, Angst, Fluff, Confessions Of Love, Possessive Dean, Over Protective Dean, Pregnant Reader. Think that's it!
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Singer
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader Singer, Bobby Singer, Jody Mills, Rowena
Rowena had advised them to leave the hospital, telling them that she would meet them back at the bunker, so that's what they had done. As soon as Bobby and Jody had returned to your room, you'd all left together, managing to slip past the doctors and nurses somehow. Even now, Dean is really unsure how they'd managed it. Both Bobby and Jody had been very sceptical whether or not this had been the right idea, Jody especially had taken a hell of a lot of convincing. But the moment that you woke up and Dean explained everything to you, they knew at least you had agreed with the plan, with Dean.
The impala was deathly silent as you all headed back to the bunker, but to your surprise Dean hadn't left your side since. You were tucked up against him as he drove, he'd noticed that the pain didn't come as often or as hard if you were close to him. So that was where you'd stayed, but you didn't care, being tucked against the man you loved was no skin off of your nose. You just hoped that he wasn't doing this out of some kind of twisted guilt, it was guilt you didn't want him to carry. Of course, you wanted him to do this because he wanted to, not because he had to. You hadn't noticed the pain resurface for yourself until Bobby had tried to carry you from the hospital.
The pain had shot through you like somebody had just stabbed you in the stomach, Sam had managed to catch you before you went to far. For some reason Sam hadn't had the same effect as Bobby. So when Sam placed you back on the bed, it was only a slight pain, dull in comparison to Bobby. Maybe it was because Sam and Dean were blood, somehow your body or the baby knew, you had no idea, this entire thing was messed up and made no damn sense. When Dean held you, or you were close to him the pain almost disappeared almost completely, save from the still fresh wound of your leg. But you couldn't wait to finally meet Rowena and find out the answers to your questions.
Dean's fingers were combing through your hair as he drove, your arms were wrapped unconsciously and protectively around your stomach, hoping that between you and Dean the pain would go away.
You turn ever so slightly in his arms to look up at him, from where you are currently laying in his lap. He looks like some kind of photo, too good to be true, concentrating on the road ahead, a thoughtful look on his face. Dean notices your movement immediately, his eyes snapping down searching for yours. You watch as he physically relaxes with your small tentative smile. "You okay sweetheart? You need anything?" he asks kindly, although his voice was slightly hoarse, the events of the day had clearly taken its toll on him.
You don't even notice that you're crying, not until worry completely covers his handsome features and the hand in your hair moves to cup your cheek, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. The guilt you feel is unbearable, even when you try and fight it, you'd pushed it down so deep but it comes back in a rush like memory vomit. You cover his large hand with your small one, not even trying to stop the tears that continue to fall. "I'm s-sorry Dean. I'm so sorry about a-all of this. I should h-have-" your broken shaking voice is cut off when Dean presses his fingers to your lips.
"Don't do that. Please, just stop saying sorry. None of this is on you sweetheart, I brought this shit on both of us. I mean if I hadn't of fucked up with the witch, if I could've ganked the son of a bitch right the first time. You would've been safe" the self hatred in his voice damn near breaks your heart.
Sitting up your fingers gently brush against his which currently have the steering wheel in a death grip, knuckles turning white with the force, you turn your body to face him. You wipe away your tears, a fond but saddened smile forming on your lips as you shake your head at him. "Let me make this perfectly clear Dean and I need you to hear me. I don't blame you for anything; and before you say I should, just don't, please" you pause for a moment watching the way he rolls his eyes, but you're pleased he doesn't say anything just yet about it. You let out a shaky and nervous sigh, taking his now free hand in yours you look up at him again, "I know that this entire situation is kind of a mess and yes, we can keep playing the blame game, but really it isn't getting us anywhere. I just need you to know, if this isn't what you want and you don't want any part of it, then I wouldn't blame you" You ignore the tears that have started rolling down your cheeks again.
You watch as the words seem to be sinking in with Dean, his arm tightens around you seconds before he slams his foot down on the brakes. Bringing the Impala to a screeching halt. Your eyes widen as he practically glares down at you, you hear Bobby's truck comes to a noisy stop behind you too, but you can't focus on that, not now.
"What the hell are you talking about!? Yeah, I know that everything is kinda crazy right now and well yeah a bit of a mess, but we're in this together! I would never expect you to go through this on your own! You might not blame me but I would! I'm not about to let you deal with this fucking problem all by yourself" he was almost calming you down, convincing you that this was what should happen, even with his angry tone. Right up until those last few words, where he confirmed what you hoped he wouldn't.
The last tear that fell from your cheek you wiped away immediately with your sleeve, clearing your throat you smile at him tightly. Forcing yourself to sit up away from him a little, your stomach didn't like that idea too much, the second your skin was no longer touching Dean's you felt like your stomach was burning from the inside out. You tried your hardest to hide it, not let it show on your face. You were annoyed at yourself for being upset, but the way he had called the baby inside you a problem hurt you more than you thought it would. "Yeah, we should go"
Dean's confusion deepens and you can't even blame him for it, you were acting strange, even if you didn't mean to. "Sweetheart, what is it?" he asks voice calmer than before, worry clearly lacing his words, you unconsciously move away from his hand when he reaches out for you.
"I'm fine. I'm just a little sore, really. Just drive" Dean goes to say something, but you can only look at him for a moment before you force yourself to look away. A gentle exhausted sigh leaves your lips as you lay on the bench seat facing away from him, curling in on yourself the best you can. "Please, Dean"
Squeezing your eyes shut you rest your hand over your swollen stomach, unable to help the way your eyes flick down to it. The car remains silent for a moment and you wonder if he's about to speak again. Then you hear the rumble of the Impala's engine, with Dean being close and the only thing you can smell in the car your eyes drift shut. Your exhaustion beating the the pain outright, apparently Dean being close was enough for the pain to remain bearable.
When you finally drift off images what your future could be like cloud your mind, scenes flashing through your mind of Dean after you give birth, tears in his eyes as he softly kisses the forehead of the bundle in his arms. He passes the baby to you and you find yourself looking into beautiful eyes that remind you so much of their fathers. Your mind continues to fill with future possibilities, of Dean singing the baby to sleep as you look on from the doorway. You don't know you're crying in your sleep, so you don't feel it when Dean rests a hand on your calf. You do feel a sense of relief wash over your body, falling into a deeper sleep a contented sigh leaves your parted lips.
Unfortunately your mind isn't in the kindest mood, every single positive thought and wandering of future life with the elder Winchester is soon washed away, Your mind being overtaken by a darkness that scares you, the one that really almost breaks you in half is you watching as Dean is murdered right in front of you. You watch as he falls to his knees, blood everywhere, his cold dead eyes fixed on you as he falls to the floor. Images of Sam dragging you away from him screaming your lungs out, while he's sobbing behind you.
The bad thoughts don't stop coming, the baby won't stop screaming and your scared all alone and sobbing. You realise then that you don't know what you're doing! What if you can't do this? What if Dean does decide that it's all too much? What if something does go wrong with Rowena? All the what ifs, buts and maybes flood your mind and you can't stop it from coming. Its freaking terrifying and you don't know how to wake up. You just want it to stop.
The next thing you know a large hand is on your shoulder, gently shaking you awake. You let out a gasp of breath as your eyes shoot open, tears still rolling down your cheeks as you grab onto the first thing you see and pull it towards you.
Dean grunts at the force you use to pull him towards you, his hands resting either side of your head so his full weight isn't on top of you, he's terrified of hurting you right now. You cling to his shoulders and bury your face in his neck, tears continue to fall as you hold him as close as he'll let you. When he lets go and wraps his arms around you instead, you're relieved as he rolls you onto your side he lays beside you.
"You have a bad dream sweetheart? He asks gently, pushing your hair away from your face when you pull back to look at him, there's a soft smile playing on his lips.
"I-I can't do this D-Dean" you reply shakily clinging to his body anywhere you can, face buried in his chest because you don't dare look at him. You're so ashamed of yourself right now and while you know you're not breathing right, you can't stop thinking and sobbing.
"Y/N? Look at me baby please" his voice is insistent, yet soft and coaxing, but you can't bring yourself to raise your head from his chest. Dean isn't having it, he cups your cheek in one of those big hands and raises your face, so you're looking him dead in the eyes.
There's a knock on the window but Dean waves them away, he sees the way your eyes widen at being back on his and the way you look so nervous and terrified and he doesn't understand. So it catches him off guard when you press your lips harshly to his, but Dean doesn't even try and pull away. In fact he holds you closer, the hand on your cheek is firmer now and when his tongue brushes your lips you whimper into his mouth. Allowing his tongue to explore your mouth, battling with your own as he rolls on his back you find yourself on top. Hair fanning over the two of you, Dean's free hand pushes down the back of your pants and you groan into his mouth when his big hand squeezes your ass roughly.
You don't even realise you're grinding down on his hard length until it bumps against your clit, Dean's hand grips you tighter, blunt finger nails digging into your ass as he pushes up against you. Your moans of his name are swallowed by his perfect lips as he kisses you breathless. Your tears have dried now, in fact with Dean's body against yours you almost forget what you'd been crying for. Right until his hand leaves your face and slips under your shirt. When he keeps his hand there your slightly stunned, you're panting uncontrollably as you pull away from his lips.
His fingers gently run across as much of the bump as he can reach, his eyes never leaving yours. "What're you do-"
"I love you, both of you" he breathes out shakily, he sounds almost nervous, then his lips are brushing yours again as he tries to kiss you.
You pull away disbelieving shaking your head at him, as new tears fill your eyes. You scramble back off of him the best you can, wincing a little at the pull of your stomach and the pain of being away from him. "Don't do that Dean, not you. Please"
"Do what? I didn-"
"Don't fucking lie to me! Just because you think it's what I want to hear!" you answer as the hurt pushes through your body, you swing the door open. Carefully you lower your legs to the floor, but before Dean can stop you stand and your knees give out underneath you. When your hands and knees hit the floor, it's like everything hits you all at once. The dreams and nightmares, your worst fears. The pain from being away from Dean is the worst of them all though, you feel people crowd around you, saying your name but you're almost blinded by pain.
Only one voice cuts through the void, Dean's. His words are the thing that catch you off guard though, "Mine" he almost growls you're sure of it. You're not given much time to think, when two strong arms wrap around your body pulling you close to his chest. You feel it when he starts to walk, but your head is spinning.
When Bobby steps forward towards Dean and you, you hear a voice you don't recognise. "Don't touch him. Leave him be" it's a feminine Scottish voice, you're sure of that much. "Dean, get the poor dear inside. It's freezin' out here" Rowena walks ahead, showing Dean the way while the others trail behind. "Wait here. We'll be back before you know it" Rowena smiles at the other three, throwing a wink Sam's way as she leaves.
But when Jody speaks she stops in her tracks, turning to face the other woman. "Can I come in please. She's my daughter" her voice is pleading as the redheaded witch steps closer.
"From one mother to another. I am truly sorry but I can no longer guarantee your daughters safety with anyone else in the room. Dean will be out shortly" Rowena replies before leaving the room. Leaving Bobby and Sam to comfort Jody.
Dean stands there unsure of what the hell is going on, you'd stopped shaking a while ago which he was thankful for, in fact you seemed to be asleep. He was pulled from his thoughts when Rowena came strolling into the room, "We will need your lady friend to be awake for this Dean"
Dean nods quietly, looking down at your sleeping face he feels a lump in his throat as he takes a seat on the sofa in the corner of the room. He's worried about when you wake up, are you gonna wanna run away from him as fast as before. Tucking some stray hair behind your ear, he lets the pad of his thumb rub gently across the skin of your cheek.
Enjoying the way that you almost nuzzle into his hand, he lets his vision trail down your body, where his eyes fall on your stomach. His shaking hand rests against your bump, he pushes away the thoughts of being a terrible father and if everything is going to be okay. This is about you, you and the baby growing inside of you. Not him. His eyes move to Rowena, who in her curiosity has shifted closer to the couple. "Is she gonna be okay?" he asks before he looks back at his hand and rushes to correct himself, "Are they gonna be okay?" he asks again as a lone tear slips down his cheek.
Rowena sighed gently, "With everything there is a risk Dean, I cannot guarantee you anything, however, left like this" she sighed again, physically seeing Dean's body stiffen, "They will both perish. Now quickly, we must wake her"
Dean swallows the thick lump in his throat as he presses a kiss to your forehead, with a deep breath he nods. "Y/N? We're here. You gotta wake up for me sweetheart" his voice is more insistent towards the end when you don't even shift. He gently shakes you but when you don't move his wide eyes move quickly to Rowena's. "I don't understand"
"Shit" Rowena mutters her heels clacking against the ground as she rushes over to a bath in the center of the room. "Dean, listen to me very carefully" she says keeping her voice even when the bath starts running and she begins adding things from the shelves. "My best guess is that the spell has sent Y/N here, into shock of some kind. I can reverse it but I need your help"
Dean looks down at you and then back at her, "What do I need to do?"
"Your skin must be touching as much as possible when i say this spell. You must be surrounded by water and…" as Rowena begins to list off the ingredients Dean zones out a little, the terrifying feeling of losing everything hits him like a tonne of bricks. "Dean!" Rowena calls clapping her hands in front of him. "Now!"
Dean nods shaking himself from his momentary daze, he lays you down onto the sofa gently, he hurries to pull off his own clothes until he's down to his boxers before he moves back to you. Once he's tugged off your shoes and socks, his shaking hands move to unbutton your jeans, carefully as he can he tugs them down your hips and over your ass. When he finally drops your jeans to the floor he holds you close as he rids you of your jumper and your t-shirt, leaving you in your bra and panties.
It's the he realises he hasn't seen you naked yet with your bump visible, even if he'd been the closest to doing so in the car before now. He gathers you in his strong arms, Rowena directs him as he steps into the bathtub with you in his arms he sits down carefully. Lowering you into the water until your back is pressed against his chest, everything is a slightly blur for Dean as he wraps his arms around your shoulders. Keeping your head above water. "Now what?"
"Now? Now. You keep quiet and let me work my magic" Rowena replies sounding a little irritated, Dean rolls his eyes before focusing on your face. While he continues to silently beg you to wake up.
When Rowena begins the spell your body arches in Dean's grip, he holds you down against him the best he can without hurting you. Dean has to squint slightly, when your eyes shoot open glowing a bright purple. Almost as soon as it begins it stops, your body collapsing back against his. "Did you do it?" Dean asks turning to look at the redhead, who appears to be gathering more ingredients.
"It's like I said Dean. She needs to be awake for me to undo the speed spell the last witch cast on her" A whimper falling from your lips alerts Dean to the fact that you're beginning to come around, distracting him completely. "I'll give the two of you a moment. You need to get her out of the bath and her redressed. But be aware She may need a wee bit of attention"
Dean frowns at the last comment, confusion furrowing his brow. He suddenly doesn't care when your hands splash in the water, the shock of being awake more than obvious. Then you roll over on top of him, right until your eyes meet his. "What the hell is going on?" you ask nervously chewing on your bottom lip, looking between Dean and the bath, then around the room you don't recognise.
"You kinda passed out sweetheart, Rowena had to heal you before she could do the other spell. How're you feelin'?" Dean pushes the wet hair behind your ear and you can't stop yourself from leaning into his touch.
You don't know what's come over you but suddenly all you can think about is Dean fucking you, splashing the water in this bath all over the floor. You lick your lips as the heat surges through your body, your eyes flick down to Dean's lips. "Very fucking horny" you reply quickly pressing your lips to his.
A groan rips from Dean's throat when your hips roll down into his. Dean's hands gently grip your shoulders and he pushes you back a little. "This isn't you talking right now Y/N, it's the effects of the spell" Dean's voice is calm and steady, eyes fixed on yours.
When you climb off of him, he has to hold himself back from stopping you. You can feel his eyes on you before you turn to face him. When you turn to face him he sits up expectantly in the tub, you have to hold in the whimper as he pushes the hair from his forehead and face and he stands from the water.
Dean steps over the edge of the tub, right as your hands move to unhook your bra, letting it fall to your feet. "You've never been more wrong baby. Yes, I am still mad at you, since i'm sure you were either lying to me earlier, or you were just telling me what I wanted to hear. And yes the spell is definitely helping" you pause your explanation briefly to push down your wet panties, kicking them off to the side by your bra. You walk towards him with your best seductive smile, "However, I'm also pregnant with your baby, maybe a side effect you can look forward too if you play your cards right. You look sexy as all hell right now and honestly, I can't stop thinking about how good your thick fucking perfect cock feels when you fuck my tight little pussy" Dean lets out a growl as you near impossibly close, doing your best to ignore him as you catch sight of his hardened length in his boxers which makes you smile.
You bend down almost right in front of him, grabbing one of the towels that Rowena had left for the two of you. Wrapping it tightly around yourself as you sway your hips walking away from him and over to get your clothes.
However you don't make it to your clothes before Dean has a large hand wrapped around your bicep, turning you to face him. Happy to see those wet black boxers beside your underwear, "Let's get a few things straight shall we sweetheart. First of all, I wasn't lying and I damn well wasn't telling you what you wanted to hear just for the sake of it. I meant every single fucking word" you swallow hard as he steps closer nervous excitement bubbling under your skin and a smile you've been trying to hide forms on your lips.
"Really?" you question comes out breathy and your voice is shaking.
"I'm not finished" he warns you huskily, continuing to back you up until the back of your legs hit the sofa behind you and you fall onto it, he too is unable to fight the smile forming on his lips too. "Stop looking at me like that!" Dean half laughs as you link your fingers with his gently tugging him towards you.
"Can you finish telling me off later Mr Winchester. I really want you to fuck me now"
"You're gonna kill me sweetheart! We can't, everyone is just the other side of that door" Dean tries to reason but he's already sitting on the sofa beside you, not stopping you when you climb into his lap.
One of your hands pushes into his hair tugging gently, while the other slips between the two of you, wrapping your fingers around his thick length. You lift up off of him, letting the head of his cock push inside you. Dean's head drops back against the back of the sofa, hands moving to grip your thighs tightly. "No matter how many times i feel your perfect pussy wrapped around my cock, I can't get over how fucking tight you are" he grunts loudly as you sink down onto him, nails digging into his shoulders as he fills you perfectly.
Dean's lifts his head, his eyes find yours immediately. You let out a breathless whine as you start rolling your hips over him, "If this spell goes wrong I-"
"Don't you dare talk like that. You can tell me later, s'all gonna be fine baby" he breathes against your lips, kissing his way along your jaw, teeth scraping over your ear lobe as you start to rise and fall on top of him. "Just kiss me sweetheart"
Your hands move from his shoulders to cup his cheeks, keeping up your rhythm as you bounce in his lap. Dean's cock is practically slamming into your g-spot at this angle ad your so fucking close. You quickly pull him into a kiss that has him melting against you, one of his hands leaves your thigh and rests on the side of your stomach. "I really do love you, Dean Winchester" you moan into his mouth, as he starts meeting your thrusts.
The both of you are trying to keep your noises to a minimum, "I'm sorry I was such a fucking idiot baby girl" the hand he has on your thigh moves to your clit, rubbing hard and fast, you can't help but collapse against him.
"We both were Dean, doesn't matter. So close, you feel so good" Dean's hand leaves your stomach to wrap around your waist, holding you close as he fucks you just the way you need. Like only he can.
His breath is coming out in pants against your ear, "Come on princess, let go for me come all over my cock" he grunts low in his throat, fingers digging into your ribs. His words push you over the edge into a mind blowing orgasm, that has you shaking in his arms.
Dean bites into his lip as he comes, releasing noises that only you can hear. You collapse completely boneless against him when you finally come down, Dean's drawing patterns against the skin of your back. While the other gently tickles your stomach in a comforting way that has you sighing blissfully. Before either of you can speak, your stomach interrupts you or rather your baby does. Your head lifts off Dean's chest to meet his eyes, tears already springing in yours, "Did you feel that?" you question hopefully, he nods swallowing hard, seemingly lost for words.
"I, uh yeah. I did" to your relief he's smiling, then comes the movement again. And you both let out a breathy laugh.
"Guess someone wants to say hi to daddy"
"Fuck" Dean laughs pressing his lips to yours in a chaste kiss.
"We should probably get dressed Dean, we've got a spell to reverse" you sigh gently climbing out of Dean's lap causing him to groan. You wince as the pain returns, luckily not fully since Dean's still close.
"You sure you're okay?" Dean asks standing in front of you and helping you steady yourself, "Here, sit down. I'll pass you your clothes"
"Dean, I'm okay I promise" you smiles gently as he frowns at you.
"Just let me look after you, please"
"Okay. Thank you" you conceded, taking your jeans as he hands them to you. He pulls on his own jeans and his black shirt, before handing you his flannel.
He notices the smile on your lips and shifts a little awkwardly on his feet, "It's a bit bigger, you know for the bump and stuff. You don't have to w-"
"Dean, stop. I want it, really. I was trying to find a way to steal it" you giggle pulling on the flannel, pulling the collar to your nose inhaling his scent happily. Watching him as he gathers up your underwear with his own and puts them in a bag left in the corner of the room.
"How the hell do you look so good in more clothes" he groans pulling your body against him and kissing you slowly. Your arms wrap around his neck, pushing up on your tip-toes when the baby kicks between you again you both pull away laughing.
"Are you kids finished in here?" Comes a voice you slightly recognise, Dean takes your hand as a redheaded woman enters the room.
"Yeah, I - uh sorry" you whisper your eyes lowering from the woman and a deep red blush appears on your cheeks.
But her gentle laughter makes you look up, "Don't you apologise to me darlin', you just keep makin' that there boy happy"
"I'll do my best" you reply with a small smile, unable to stop yourself from looking at Dean.
"Now, Dean I'll need you to wait outside for this part. Let Y/N and I get acquainted" she smiles gently resting her hand on your lower back.
To your surprise though Dean doesn't let go, "No, I'm staying. Mine" he grunts grip tightening on your hand.
"Dean Winchester, you listen here. If you want this woman and your child safe you'll do as you're told" her voice leaves no room for argument but Dean is still hesitant, Rowena lets out a sigh. "Look, I know what you're feeling and we can talk about it after I save her, I'll even put a protection spell on Y/N and the baby"
"Fine. Just don't be long" receiving a slap from you Dean grunts, "Please"
"I like this one" Rowena smiles as Dean finally and reluctantly leaves the room. Rowena walks you over to the sofa, "Right sweetie, I won't lie to you this will hurt just a wee bit. Lay down for me"
You remain silent as you lay on your back, resting your arms by your sides. You close your eyes, trying to ignore her voice as she starts the spell, casting your mind back to Dean and everything you'd said to one another. The way he'd looked at you when the baby had kicked, the pain rockets through your body, so much you cling to the sides of the sofa either side of you. You aren't able to hold the scream in though, it rips past your lips and can faintly hear Dean shouting behind the door but he can't seem to get inside.
The pain all becomes too much, before you know what's happening your scream dies and you blackness envelopes your mind.