Week Six
Today marked exactly six weeks since you were at the doctor's after you had gotten the call of having missed your scheduled birth control appointment. Which meant today was the day you had been advised by your doctor to finally take a pregnancy test.
You made the decision to take the test on a day that you knew Dean wouldn't be home, so you chose; Thursday, which was Pub night, which meant you'd have the apartment to yourself until the next day.
Your paranoia getting the better of you; you make sure to lock both the bedroom and bathroom door while you took the test.
You were sitting on the closed toilet seat; lost in your thoughts, when the phone alarm went off. Taking a deep breath, you got up and reach for the test lying on the counter. "Oh, my FUCK!" you loudly cursed out at the positive pregnancy test in your hands.
"Maybe it's a mistake" you shake your head at it, "doc spoke about false negatives, maybe this is a false positive." Grabbing another test, you do your business again, "yeah, that's it" you try to reassure yourself, "this one will definitely be negative."
An hour later; you found yourself sitting on the bathroom fall, hands clutched deep in your hair as you silently stared at the three positive pregnancy tests staring back you.
This better not be happening. You thought to yourself, especially not now with how the situation between John and you were. Exhaling heavily, you got up from the floor, tossing the tests into one of the draws. Washing your hands, you then exit the bathroom and drag your butt off to bed.
When morning came, out of desperation; you decided to take the last two pregnancy tests. Definitely can't be happening. You blankly stare at the positive tests. Grabbing all the tests, you throw them into the paper bag they were originally in and head for the kitchen trashcan to get rid of them.
You had just gotten off the phone with the doctor's office, when Dean entered the kitchen. "Morning..." Dean yawned out, grabbing himself some coffee.
"Oh, hey..." you greet, heading to the refrigerator to grab ingredients to start on breakfast.
"You ok?" Dean looks at you with concern.
"Huh?" you look at him confused, shaking you head to snap out of your daze, you faintly smile at him, "I'm ok... just have a lot on my mind."
"Does it have to anything to do with Dad?" Dean asks.
"What?" you ask, a bit surprised at his question. Heading to the kettle as a distraction, you start it up to make some herbal tea for yourself. "Why would you ask that?"
"Ran into Jones yesterday, he told me about the huge blowout between you and Dad just before the reassignment" Dean explains.
"Oh" you turn around to face him, "your Dad snapped at me over something stupid, can't even remember what exactly."
"Is that why you bailed out of the resent Pub nights? And why you guys got assigned new partners?" Dean frowned, seeming genuinely disturbed by what had he learnt.
"I thought it would be best to stay out of his way for the time being" you answer with a shrug, "we've been partners for the past five years now... maybe it was time for a change."
"I'll have a talk with him" Dean states, disappointed with his father's behaviour, "you're family... he shouldn't be acting like an asshole towards you."
"It's fine Dean" you try to get him to drop the subject, "I don't want you getting into a fight with your father over me."
"But-" cutting Dean off, you respond with a stern look. "Drop it, Dean. Just let it be."
"Fine..." Dean grumbles, "but if he does or says something in front of me that I don't agree with; I'm putting him in his place."
"Ok" you smile at his overprotectiveness of you.
Dean then tilts his head at you, "you sure you're ok?"
"Yup" you answer, "why do you ask?"
"Because you're drinking herbal tea first thing in the morning, as opposed to your regular morning coffee..." Dean points to the mug in your hand.
"Oh..." you blink at him dumbly for a second, letting out a chuckle, you respond "still detoxing..."
"Oh" Dean chuckles as well, "almost forgot about that."
"No sweat" you smile at him.
Following Week, Monday
"The doctor will see you now, Ms. Y/L/N" the receptionist at the front desk informs you.
"Thank you..." you smile at her and head into the examination room.
"Y/N..." Doc. Davis greets you with a smile, "I take it you're here because you had a positive result?"
"Yup" you sigh in response, throwing yourself heavily into the seat at his desk.
"Ok... So, I'll get everything ready for the blood tests, while you get comfortable on the examining table" Doc. Davis instructs you.
"No need" you drawl out, throwing your head back against the seat, "I took five tests... they all came out positive..."
"Wow..." Doc. Davis chuckles, "then you definitely are pregnant..."
You let out a deep groan, "guess so..."
"Then in that case, I'd like to do an ultrasound to see if the pregnancy is progressing well" Doc. Davis informs you, "we'll still be drawing blood though, just to check if everything is well with the both of you."
"Ah... there we are..." the doctor announces, "you see that little fella there..." pointing towards what looks like a blob to you. "That's your baby..."
You laid there dumbfounded while the doctor did his magic with the ultrasound wand. So, this is real? It's truly happening? You're pregnant, not only that; you're pregnant with John's baby... What the fuck am I going to do? John already can't stand you at this moment, he'll surely hate you even more for this.
"Fetal pole is present and baby seems to measuring up to date, I'd say you're about seven weeks" the doctor informs you, "and now for the real magic..."
You're suddenly brought out of your chaotic thoughts by loud, rapid sound waves echoing through the room. Staring at the monitor wide eyed, you turn to look at the doctor, "is that..."
"Yup..." he nods at you and smiles, "that's your baby's heartbeat. Strong and healthy too..." He pressed a few more buttons on the machine and then removes the wand from inside you, "you can get dressed while I go and arrange your next follow up with reception."
Sitting behind the wheel of your car in your reserved parking bay at work, you silently stared at the printed picture of your baby's ultrasound. My...baby... You silently think to yourself. I still can't believe this is really happening... Oh-my-god... I'm going to be a mother...
You faintly smile at it then; you always wanted to be a mother, although this wasn't how you had pictured it would happen... found yourself becoming excited at this new adventure in your life. Regardless of the situation with John, this baby was yours and you planned on keeping it.
Staring one last time at the picture, you tuck it deep at the bottom of your handbag, getting out of the car to head inside.
"Hey, Y/L/N where ya been?" Jones asks as you enter the office.
Placing your bag and gun in the draw of your desk, you respond, "had an appointment I had to go to."
Jones nods at you in responds and that's when you notice John curiously staring at you. Please don't interact with me right now... You silently plead. When he turns away to head in the opposite direction, you let out a sigh of relief.
Checking to see if the Captain was alone, you decide to that now was a good time as any to disclose your pregnancy to him.
"Hey, Captain..." you knock on his open office door, "could I have a word with you."
"Sure, come on in..." he replies, "what can I do for you, Y/N?"
"Um..." you stammer a bit while closing the door, taking a seat at his desk, "I thought I should inform you; that I just came from the doctor's and... I'm pregnant..."
"Wow..." the Captain blinks at you in surprise, "well, congratulations... you do know I have to report this to the higher ups?"
"I know, Sir" you nod at him, "I only have one requested though. Could this remain just between the two of us and the higher ups for now?"
"Sure" the Captain agrees, "I'll assign you and Jones to risk free cases for now, but eventually you'll be assigned to desk duty."
"I understand, thank you, Sir" you reply getting up from your seat to leave.
"Y/N..." the Captain calls out to you before you open the door to leave, "once again; congratulations."
You smile at him in response, "thank you, Sir."
Once you had come to terms with becoming a mother, you drove head first into ensuring that this pregnancy would go smoothly; getting the prenatal vitamins the doctor had prescribed you and making some changes in your eating habits.
"Morning..." Dean yawned out, heading directly for the coffee as usual. "What heck is this poison?!" turning around from the stove, you notice Dean staring in disgust at the mug in his hand.
"Oh" you head to the coffee machine next to the one he had poured from, "that's decaf..." you explain replacing the mug in his hand with the one you just poured, "this is normal."
"Since when do we have two coffee makers?" Dean raised a brow at the two machines standing next to each other.
"Since just drinking herbal tea started making me miserable..." you answer him matter-of-factly.
"Ok... who are you? And what have you don't to Y/N?" Dean arches a brow in suspicion at you.
"Ee..." you shrug, giving him an evil grin then, "maybe I'm her evil clone sent here from outer space to infiltrate and destroy mankind..."
"Don't- do- that!" Dean physically shudders, looking at you bug-eyed, "you scare me when you do that... I almost believed you for a second."
"Then stop being so nosey" you chuckle at his response.
As the days went by, you truly started feeling pregnant once the nausea had kicked in. Luckily for you though it wasn't full-on morning sickness, so it was manageable for you to hide from everyone.
"Nah, this ain't right!" you hear Jones moaning while going through paperwork at his desk, "we keep getting all these crap cases, with no action at all. Y/L/N, what do you think about this crap?"
"Huh?" your head pops up from behind your computer as you blankly scan the room in confusion. "I guess so..." you shrug, popping a saltine cracker in your mouth.
Jones raises a brow at you, "that all you got to say?"
"Mhm-yep..." you mumble with a mouth full of cracker.
"Are you on some sort of diet or something?" Jones suddenly asks.
Taking a sip of your seltzer water to wash the cracker down, you look at him, "why do you ask?"
"Because, you've been eating that flavourless crap whole day for the past few days now" Jones answers you.
"Something of the sort, yeah" you reply.
"You need to eat real food, Girly or you're going to make yourself sick" Jones remarks in disapproval, sounding every bit the middle-aged man that he was.
"I'll be fine..." you shrug it off with a chuckle, suddenly pausing mid chuckle when you notice; John staring at you with narrowed eyes as if he was trying to figure something out.
"Y/L/N!" you hear the Captain call out your name from his office doorway, "I need to see you for a second."
A bit confused at why the Captain needed to see you, you enter his office with a nervous frown. "Is something wrong, Captain?"
"No. Not really" he responds with a sigh of regret, "but I'm afraid that I'll have to bench you sooner than we thought."
You look at him in surprise then, "what? Why?"
"The others are starting to complain about the high workload being given to them and Jones is complaining about the lack of it" he explains to you.
"I understand..." you drop your head in defeat at the fact that you could no longer avoid the inevitable.
"I'm sorry about this, Kiddo but I have to be fair towards everyone" he looks at you apologetically, "and I also have to make sure that you're not in any dangerous situations during this pregnancy."
Nodding at him in understanding, you get up from your seat with sigh, "guess I'll get started on my new duties..."
"Y/N, hold on..." the Captain stops you from leaving. "There's something I think you might be interested in. An old buddie of mine called me up recently from Tulsa. They're opening up an O.C unit, which he'll be captaining and he was wondering if I could recommend one of my people for the Sergeant's position."
"Ok..." you stare at him, a bit puzzled at where he was going with this conversation.
"I recommended you" he informs you.
"B-But I don't have a sergeants rank" you respond, surprised at what he was telling you, "and I'm pregnant."
"I know that..." the Captain smirks at your response, "I informed him about it all and he's still interested in having you as his second. You're one of my best detectives, all you have to do is take the Sergeants exam and then you'll be set."
"I'm honoured that you thought about me for the position" you reply, "but... I'm not sure..."
"Just think on it for a bit" the Captain suggests, "it's a greater opportunity for you, especially now with a baby on the way."
Biting your lip in thought, you then nod, "I'll think about it."
A Few Days Later
"Morning..." a still half-asleep Dean enter the kitchen with a yawn.
"Good morning, Bubble-butt..." you greet him while tenting to breakfast at the stove.
"Say... what's this?" you suddenly here him ask out of the blue.
"What?" you turn around to find him staring at your open laptop.
"Are taking the Sergeants exam?" Dean looks up at you in surprise at seeing the opened police manual on your laptop screen.
"Maybe" you shrug, "still thinking about it."
"Is Harris retiring?" Dean then asks you.
"Nope" you answer.
"Then why are thinking of taking the exam?" Dean looks at you confused, "unless..." his face then shows one of revelation, "are you transferring out?"
"There's an opening coming up that I was offered" you explain to him, "but it hasn't been decided yet."
"Where?" Dean presses for more details, "does Dad know?"
"Can't tell ya" you answer with a shake of your head, "at least not until I've decided. John doesn't know, no body else but you and the Captain knows and I'd to keep it that way for now."
"Ok... fine..." Dean huffs out all sulky, "but I wanna be the first to know once you've decided."
With a huge smile on your face, lifting your palm up; you then shit in it and extend the hand out to Dean, "DEAL."
"I hate it when we have to do these..." Dean pulls a face as he does the same.
"You're the one started it in the first place" you chuckle at the look on his face as stared at his now spit covered hand.
""Yeah, but that was when we were in the academy and we were mostly drunk when we did it" Dean remarks, physically shuddering as he goes to wash his hands at the sink.
"Fair enough..." you continue to chuckle for a bit longer at him.
Thursday
"Happy- Birthday- to- you-" you entered Dean's bedroom singing, a piece of pie with a candle in it and a cup of coffee in hand.
"Aww... thank you SIS" Dean smiles at you as he blew out the candle.
"My pleasure, Butthead..." you respond, placing a kiss on his forehead, "breakfast will be ready in 10."
"You got any aspirin?!" Dean calls out to from the hallway.
"Bathroom medicine cabinet!" you call out in response, regretting those words the instant you said them. You had forgotten that was also the place you kept your prenatal vitamins.
"Dean, wait!" you call out, rushing to your room to stop him from seeing them, but it was too late.
"Err... what are these?" you find a surprised looking Dean standing in your bathroom holding the box in his hand.
"T-That's nothing" you nervously answer, silently trying to figure a way out of this predicament.
"Really?" Dean arches a brow at you, placing a hand on his hip in a sassy manner, "because there's a pregnant woman on the box and it clearly says; for pregnant woman. Y/N, are you pregnant?"
Grabbing the box with a sigh, "come on..." you nod for him to follow you to the kitchen.
"Eat your breakfast and I'll explain everything in a minute" you instruct Dean as you get water to take your vitamins.
Grabbing your breakfast, you take a seat next to Dean, "to answer your question; yes, I am pregnant" you remark, taking a bit of food thereafter.
Dean stares at you with a blank daze for second, "was it that dude from the bar?"
You burst out laughing at his question, "honey, I'm almost twelve weeks. That's highly impossible."
"Ok..." Dean seems quite confused then, "do I know the guy?"
Yes. It's your father. I silently answer in my head. With a faint smile, you reply, "No, was a once off thing."
"So, you're doing this on your own?" Dean responds with a frown.
"Yes" you answer.
"Don't worry" Dean grabs your hand, "I'll be here for you."
"Dean, you don't have to" you tell him.
"Nope" Dean waves his hand in the air to silence your protests, "what kind of BROTHER would I be if I wasn't there for my SIS in her time of need."
"Thank you" you smile at him, tears welling up in your eyes.
With a huge smile on his face, Dean excitedly hollers out, "I'm gonna be an UNCLE! Hell yeah!"
Softly chuckling at Dean's goofiness, you allow him to hug you once more while in the back of your mind you were thinking. No, honey. You're going to be a big BROTHER again.
Later That Evening
You were feeling miserable with your nausea kicking your ass, but no matter how terrible you felt, you couldn't pull out of Pub night tonight; not with-it being Dean's birthday.
You were slouched over the table, head rested in one hand as you lazily snacked on the bowl of salted pretzels in front of you.
"You ok, Y/N/N?" Sam looks at you in concern.
"Huh?" you look up at him.
"You're aren't eating any birthday pie" Sam points out, "you just seem to be drowning yourself in those pretzels."
"It's probably for the nausea" Dean remarks around a mouth full of pie. "Ouch!" he suddenly cries out when you kick him from underneath the table, sending him a death glare.
Dean's eyes then widen when he realizes the slipup he had just made. You had made him promise to keep your pregnancy a secret for now from everyone, including Sam and John.
"Nausea?" Sam tilts his in confusion.
"Haven't being feeling well these past for days" you quickly try to brush it off.
"That's not good, Y/N/N" Sam looks at you highly concerned now, "have you been to a doctor?"
"Maybe if she got her ass up from that desk she's been lazing behind then she would be healthier" John sneers out as he glared at you.
"That's it!" you jump up from your seat, glaring down at John, "I've had enough of your fucking bullshit attitude towards me! I thought getting reassigned from you would lessen it, but I guess I was wrong!"
"So, you're the reason I got stuck with that pussy of a rookie" John smirks at you vindictively, "guess you were too much of a cry-baby that you had to go run to the Captain and complain about 'mean-old John'."
Shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath, you then open them to look at John once again. "You know what, I don't have to take this from you anymore and don't plan doing it for long either." Grabbing your bag, you turn to Dean, "Happy Birthday, Bub. I'm going to leave before it gets spoilt any further."
"Seriously, Dad!" Dean glares at his father as Y/N walks away, "did you have to be such an asshole?"
"Watch your mouth, Boy" John warns him with a glare.
No, Dad" Sam then jumps in, "Dean's right, you were being a total ass toward Y/N."
"I was only stating the truth" John shrugs in response, taking a sip of his drink while both his sons stare at him in disappointment.
The next day after the huge blowout between John and yourself, you made the decision to take yourself out of the picture with the Winchesters. You loved Dean and Sam like they were your own siblings but you just couldn't stand being around their father anymore.
Whatever bit of love you had left for John Winchester had died that night, the man despised you that was clear to see. So, for your own mental health and that of your baby's you decided to go to your Captain and inform him that you were going to take the Sergeants exam, as well as the job in Tulsa.
After weeks of completely ignoring John; avoiding any and all interaction with him, you throw all your energy into studying and finally taking the Sergeants exam. Dean of course knew about it and that you were going to take the position offered to you, but what he didn't know; was that it was in another State, you planned on telling him once the time for you to move was nearer.
You were well into your second trimester by this time, so you had begun to wear more looser clothing in order to hide your bump while outside your apartment.
The one thing you were grateful for was that you could freely walk around your apartment without having to hide your pregnancy. After the night of Dean's birthday, both he and Sam had apologized for their father's bad behaviour. You of course didn't hold the BOYS responsible for something they didn't do, you even allowed Sam in on your secret. He of course was just as excited about it as Dean was to play UNCLE, they both also came to the decision that, John should no longer be allowed to come around the apartment, as stress wasn't good for you and the baby.
The day had finally come and you had been called in by your Captain; whom happily congratulated and informed you that you passed your Sergeants exam, and that they were eagerly awaiting your arrival in Tulsa in two weeks' time.
That same night, you arranged a dinner evening with Dean and Sam to inform them about your moving.
"Guys" you speak up to get their attention.
Both of them then look up from their plates to stare at you. "What's up?" Dean curiously stares at you.
Taking a deep breath, you then continue, "the reason why I called for tonight's dinner was to inform you that I passed the Sergeants exam and that I'm taking the new position I was offered."
"Why, Y/N/N, that awesome!" Sam gasps out in excitement, "congratulation!"
"Thank you..." you mutter out, your eyes dropping in somewhat saddest that you were leaving behind the people that you considered to be FAMILY./p
"Wait..." Dean furrows his brows in suspicious, "there's something you're not telling us."
"Yes..." you sadly sigh, looking up to them again, "the position, it's in Tulsa..."
"What?!" both of them yell out at once.
"Shh..." you tell them, "inside-voice, fellas..."
"Sorry" Dean responds in apology, "but did you just say, that you're moving to Tulsa?"
"Yes" you answer matter-of-factly.
"Why?" Sam stares at you in confusion.
"Because it's a great opportunity" you answer, "especially with a baby on the way."
"But that means we won't be around when the baby is born" Dean responds, looking genuinely hurt at the idea.
"You guys can always come visitor" you try to lessen the blow for them.
"But it won't be the same-" Dean whines out like a little child, "I wanted to witness you becoming a whale first-hand..."
You gasp out, slapping Dean up against the head, "Dumbass."
"But I'm your Dumbass-" he remarks with a smirk.
"That you are..." you chuckle out as he gets up to pull you in for a hug.
Sam then looks at you, saddest clearly in his eyes as well, "we're really happy for you, Y/N/N. We'll miss you, but we understand that you have to do what's best for you."
"Aww... Sammy-" you start to tear up, "come over here, you big lug" you motion for him to get in on the hug.
"Does Dad know?" Dean suddenly asks and you physically finch at the question.
"Dean..." Sam scolds at him.
"It's ok, Sam" you faintly smile at the both of them, "no one in the squadron knows yet. I asked the Captain to wait until tomorrow to make the announcement, wanted you guys to know first."
"Are you planning on telling him about the baby?" Sam inquires.
"No" you state matter-of-factly, "he can't stand the look of me as it is, so why should I tell him. You guys can tell him once I'm gone if you want to though, just please wait until I'm gone."/p
"Fair enough" both boys agree./p
Next Day
To say you were a bit nervous when entering your unit office this morning would be an understatement; today the Captain will be announcing to the entire squadron about your transfer.
You were seated at your desk for only a few minutes after stepping into the office when you noticed the Captain step out of his office.
"Attention everyone, I have a announce to make!" he calls out to the open office floor. Everyone turns their attention towards him them. "Y/L/N, can you please here" the Captain calls you over to his side.
Everyone was looking at you then as you walked over to him, you feeling quite jittery as you stood by his side. "I would like to inform you all that our very own, Y/N over here..." the Captain then pulls you into a side hug while smiling, "has made Sergeant."
The room is then filled with clapping and cheering as you politely smiled at everyone. "Hold on, that's not all!" the Captain speaks up for them to quiet down. "as much as this pains me to say" he pauses for second and then continues, "the next two weeks will be Y/N's last here with us, as she'll be starting her new position in Tulsa as Sergeant in their new O.C unit."
There was a huge silence in the room as everyone seemed surprised at the news of you leaving, but the one person's face that showed far more shock than the others was; John. That's right asshole, you silently smirked, you won't be seeing my cry-baby self for much longer.
"*****
John found himself completely stunned as he heard the Captain say that Y/N was not only leaving the unit but that she was leaving the state as well. Not being able to properly process the information, John blindly rushes out of the office in order to lower his heartrate at the panic of loosing Y/N. She was leaving... she was leaving the unit, leaving the city, leaving the state and even worse; she was leaving him...
"When John finally came to his senses he was driving, where to? He wasn't exactly sure. Still not able to process all that he had heard, John pulls over in order to call Dean.
"Hey, Dad..." Dean answers the phone.
"Did you know about Y/N?" John immediately asks Dean.
"Uh... what exactly are you referring to?" Dean asks, treading carefully as not to accidently let slip of Y/N's pregnancy if that wasn't what John was referring to.
"Her moving to Tulsa" John growls out in frustration.
"Oh, that" Dean responds, "yeah, she told us about it last night."
"Us?" John enquires.
"Sammy and I" Dean replies.
"And you didn't think to maybe let me know about it?" John growls out at what he thought was a betray on his boys' part for keeping him out of the loop.
"Well, you were such a dick to her lately" Dean responds, "thought you wouldn't care to know."
"She's been my partner for the past five years" John snaps at him, "of course I'd want to know!"
"Didn't seem like that was the situation of late" Dean mutters, "she believes you hate her."
"I don't hate her..." John whispers out softly, shocked to hear what Y/N thought.
"Well, you sure have some way of showing that you don't" Dean remarks.
She thinks I hate her? SHIT. Truth was, that he was mad at himself for not being man enough to step-up and tell her how he truly felt about her. Truth was, John was madly in love with Y/N, something that he hadn't left since the day he lost Mary and that scared the hell out of him. Could he open his heart up again and run the risk of having it torn out again? That was something that constantly ate at him, John feared loving someone again only to have her ripped away from him. This time though things were different, because the one ripping Y/N away from him was himself; he pushed her too far with his inner struggles, he pushed away the woman that he loved.
"John lets out a heavy sigh, "I have to go, son" ending the call.
You had taken a half day from work in order to prepare for your move to Tulsa; first you went to your doctor to see to having your medical records transferred for the rest of the duration of your pregnancy, thereafter you headed to the bank.
You were standing in line, awaiting your turn when suddenly two masked men came rushing in; guns waving about. "Everyone put your hands up and nobody move!" the one robber yells out.
Doing your best to remain calm, you do exactly what they had instructed; the cop in you struggling to remain dormant as the mother in you took control, knowing you had to do everything in your power to ensure the safety of your unborn child.
"Everyone, take out your phones and wallets!" the one robber instructs and everyone obeys, "now I want you to toss 'em on the floor and then my partner is gonna come around to collect all your jewellery and wallets! Don't try anything stupid or I'll shoot you!"
pYou do as told and when it was your turn, you remove whatever jewellery you were wearing and toss it in the bag that the robber held out in front of you.
"Hey!" the robber then begins waving his gun in your face, pointing toward the silver chain that was sticking out from underneath your shirt, "didn't my partner just say, all of your jewellery?"
Staring down at it, you then calmly look him in the eyes, "that's not jewellery."
"Bullshit! Then what is it huh?!" he snaps at you, reaching out to pull it out from your shirt. "FUCK!" his eyes widen in shock once his sees your badge daggling from it.
"What?!" his partner yells out in confusion.
"She's a fucking cop!" he responds./p
"What the fuck?!" his partner begins to visibly panic, "SHIT! You got a gun on you?"
Remaining calm, you reply, "yeah."
"Ok..." he mutters out, becoming more agitated by the second, "take it out real... slowly... and hand it over to my partner."
Calmly exhaling, you slowly reach for your shoulder holster that was hidden inside your coat to remove your gun. As you unholster and pull it out, you suddenly hear the loud bang of a gun going off, along with those of people screaming out in fear. Your eyes are wide with shock as you feel a warm, burning sensation in your chest.
"What the fuck?!" the robber standing in front of you cries out, looking at his partner in shock and then back at you.
Slowly your eyes drop downward to your chest, and that's when you realized; that you were the one that was shot. Your knees suddenly give out from under you as you drop to the floor, your hand clutched at the wound in order to stop the bleeding.
"You shot her!" the robber stares at his partner, "you shot a fucking cop!" He then looks down at you on the floor and that's when he notices your bump, "FUCK! She's pregnant! You shot a pregnant cop!"
"She was about to draw on us!" his partner yells out in a hyped panic./p
"No, she wasn't!" the robber yells back at his partner, "she was handing it over, like you ordered her to do, you idiot!"
"Well, she moved too fast for my liking. How was I supposed to know!" his partner argues back.
"Shit! This place is going to be crawling with cops soon" the robber remarks in a state of panic, "lets get the fuck out of here!"
You laid there on the cold floor; bleeding and in pain, trying your best to remain calm and not panic as the fear for your baby's life took over. As you felt yourself become weaker, the fact that you might be dying and might never get the chance to say goodbye to the BOYS ran through you mind. But what haunted you the most was; that John would never know how much you TRULY loved him, that he would never get to meet his child. The tears were flowing down your cheeks as you fought to stay alive, but your eyes soon began to feel heavy and suddenly there was nothing but darkness.
"*****
"Where's Winchester?!" the Captain rushes out of his office in a panic.
"I think he went to take a leak" Jones answers from behind his desk, looking confused as he watches the Captain sprint down the hallway.
"John! Thank God..." the Captain exhales breathlessly as he catches John exiting the men's bathroom.
"Captain?" John stares at him in concern, "are you ok?"
"I'm fine..." he exhales, waving his hand, "but we need to get to the hospital..."
"Why? What happened?" John looks at him in confusion.
"There was a shooting an-" he tries to explain but gets cut off by John. "Dean?!" John stares at him in panic.
"No..." the Captain shakes his head.
"Sam?" John asks then, at a loss to what was going now.
"No, it's not your boys" the Captain responds, "it's Y/N, she's been shot."
"What?!" John stares at him in shock, all colour drained from his face, "b-but... she went home early... how?"
"She did" the Captain replies, "there was an attempted robbery at the bank that she was in."
Not even hearing the Captain's words anymore, John rushes to his desk; grabbing his keys and runs out of the office.
"What's up with Winchester?" Jones asks the Captain as he watched John running out like he was being chased by the devil himself.
"Y/N's been shot in an attempted bank robbery" the Captain explains, heading to grab his own keys.
"Excuse me..." John rushes towards the hospital emergency reception desk out of breath, "has a Detective Y/L/N been brought in? Gunshot victim."
"And you are?" the nurse enquires.
"I'm here partner" John replies, flashing his badge at her.
"She was brought in five minutes ago" the nurse responds, "they're working on her as we speak to save both her and the baby."
"Baby?" John echoes, stunned at her words.
"Yes" the nurse nods, "according to medical records she's about five months pregnant."
Five months? The undercover job were they... that means...
John's thoughts are then interrupted by the arrival of the Captain, along with Dean and Sam.
"Dad!" Dean rushes up to him, "how's she doing?"
"I don't know..." John lets out a tense breath, "I was told that they're still working on her."
As they all waited for the news as to how Y/N was, John silently sat in a corner; mulling over what the nurse had told him. Was I really that bad? John thinks to himself. Was he really that horrible for Y/N to decide to hide her pregnancy from him. Choosing to move to another state rather than have him be a father to her child. He knew the baby was his, there was no doubt about it. The question now was; would he ever get the chance to be a father to that child and will he ever get the chance to tell Y/N that he LOVED her.
It was well over two hours when a doctor came to speak with them. "Are you here for Detective Y/L/N?" the doctor asks.
"Yes, how is she?" the Captain asks.
"It was touch-and-go for a while but we managed to stop the bleeding" the doctors explained, "had the bullet gone a few cm's to the right, she wouldn't have been so lucky..."
John exhaled a breath of relief that she was ok, but then he remembered...
"And the BABY?" Dean suddenly asks, causing John to wheel around in surprise.
"You knew she was pregnant?" John stares at him in disbelief.
"Yes" Dean guiltily drops his head.
"And you didn't tell me?!" John excuses him.
"It's not Dean's fault, Dad" Sam defends his brother, "she asked us not to... said we could once she had left for Tulsa."
"You knew too?!" John looks to Sam with a betrayed face.
"Of course..." Sam stares back at him in confusion.
"I'm guessing you knew too" John glares at the Captain, "of course you knew! That's why you benched her."
"Look Dad, it was Y/N's decision not to tell you and her right as well" Sam tries to make John see reason.
"What about my rights?!" John snares at him, "I had a right to know!"
Dean looks at his father in confusion, "why would you- OH..." his eyes widen once the dots have connected. "Five months ago, you and Y/N were alone undercover... that means... it's you... you're the FATHER of Y/N's baby."
"Honestly, I'm not surprised..." the Captain chuckles out, "all my years, I've never seen partners so close and completely in sync as you two were."
"I'm not surprised either" Sam smirks, John then arches a brow at him and he continues on, "I always knew she had feelings for you. I could see it in her eyes, especially on those nights you'd leave the Pub with a woman. I could see the heartbreak."
"John physically flinches at Sam's remark, hating himself for having caused Y/N so much pain.
All this time when he was picking up random women in a quest to distract himself of his want for Y/N, he was in actual fact hurting her far worst than he could have possibly have known. John had no idea that Y/N felt the same for him as he did her. If he had known; those women would never even had been in existence for him then, she would have been the ONLY woman to exist for him. Truth be told, after having been with her... no one was good enough; no other woman could get his mind off of her. The last woman had slept with was Y/N, he had tried to get her off his mind with that blonde that evening but with just one kiss; John knew that he wouldn't be able to get himself to sleep with her no matter how hard he tried. Because there was only one woman that he wanted and that woman was; Y/N.
"So, I was the only one that didn't see this coming?" Dean looks dumbfounded by it all.
"That's because you're an idiot" Sam answers with a snicker, "and you two are as close as siblings and you wouldn't have thought of her and Dad in such a manner."
Dean pauses deep in thought, then nods in agreement, "true..."
John shakes his head at his sons in amusement, then turns to the doctor, "when can we see her?"
"She's still under sedation but should come around in the half an hour or so, you can go in to see her though" the doctor answers.
"Thank you doctor..." John responds and heads for Y/N's room.
Opening her eyes, Y/N finds herself lying on a bed in an unfamiliar bedroom.
"Getting up from the bed, you look around the room, "where am I?" you ask out loudly in confusion, letting out a gasp upon catching your reflection in the mirror. "Why am I not pregnant anymore?!" you yell out in panic, clutching your middle, "where's my baby?!"
Rushing out of the bedroom, stopping in your tracks when you're standing in a hallway. Slowly you begin to walk it as you look at the pictures hanging on the walls; pictures of the BOYS when they were little, the ones of Dean and you graduating the academy, other pictures that you had taken with the Boys and John over the years. But it was the ones after those that had you at a puzzled shock, they were of John and you together, they were wedding pictures; your and John's wedding. The two of you were lovingly staring each other as you stood in front of a church, then there was a second with the Boys standing next to the two of you. The next were of a smiling John standing behind a heavily pregnant you as he rested his chin on your head while cradling your belly in the palm of his hands. The final one was a picture of you; lying in a hospital bed, John had his head rested against yours while you both were staring down and smiling at the baby sleeping on your chest.
Tearfully smiling at the picture, you reach out to touch it when suddenly you hear a sound coming from down the hall. Your curiosity getting the better of you, you move towards the sound to see what it was.
Reaching the slightly closed door, you slowly push it open and there sitting in a rocking chair across from you was; John gently cradling a bundle in his arms as he rocked back and forth in the chair.
"You're awake..." John smiles at you, stretching his hand out, "come here SWEETHEART."
"Is that?" you ask staring at the bundle he was holding.
"She finally fell asleep, but I think she was looking for her MAMA, that's why she was so fussy" John replies.
"She?" you look at John in surprise as you stepped closer to them.
Just as you reached them, you suddenly felt the room begin to spin. "What's happening?!" you clutch at your head, "John!" you try to grab onto him as you felt yourself slowly slipping away...
You let out a soft moan as your eyes slowly fluttered opened, "where am I?" remembering the shooting, your first reaction was to reach for your stomach and that's when you realize that someone was holding your hand. "John?"
"You're awake..." John gently smiles, lifting your hand up and kissing it.
"W-What are you doing here?" you pull your hand away, confused at his sudden change in behaviour.
"We came as soon as we heard what happened" John answers, looking slightly disappointed at your reaction towards him.
"We?" you ask.
"The Captain and the Boys are outside, only one person was allowed while we waited for you to wake up" John explains, "I'll go get them."
"Hey sleepy head..." Dean smiles at you.
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Looking behind him, you see Sam silently studying you with a worried look oh his face. "Sammy?"
"You ok?" he asks, a faint smile on his face as you reach out your hand for him to come closer.
"I'm fine..." you answer grabbing hold of his hand.
"Turning to Dean with your over hand, you grab hold of his hand, "the ba-"
"The baby is fine... According to the doctors; she's a fighter, just like her mother" John answers before you could even finish your sentence.
"She?" you look at him surprised that the dream you had about the baby being girl was correct.
"It's a girl, yes" John smiles at you.
"Guess that we'll have to redo that custom-made onesie we had made for her" Dean suddenly remarks.
"What do you mean?" you stare at him puzzled.
"Well it says on the front; 'My Uncles got my back, so don't mess with me' and at the back is a picture of Sam and I" Dean replies, "but now we'll have to change it to; 'My BROTHERS got my back."
Your eyes widen at him in shock, "how did you find out?"
"Your five months pregnant, it wasn't that hard to figure out" John mutters out, staring at you like a wounded animal.
""I think that the two of you have some things to discuss, so I'm going to go" the Captain speaks up, "glad that you and the baby are safe."
"Yeah... we're gonna go too" Dean remarks as well, "we'll drop by later again."
The room was awkwardly silent once they all had left, neither you nor John saying a word. Placing a hand on your stomach, you suddenly smile when feeling the baby kick at it.
"What it?" John looks at you in concern, "what's wrong?"
"Nothing, she just kicked" you answer smiling at the fact that she was alive and well.
"C-Can I feel?" John looks to you with a pleading look.
"Silently staring at him for a second, you then let out a sigh and nod at him to go ahead.
Very nervously, yet carefully, John slowly reaches out his hand to place on your stomach. The baby then begins kicking up a storm against his hand and John lets out a soft laugh of be-wonderment and you give a faint smirk at it.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he stares up at you.
"You hated me..." you shrug, "didn't think you'd care to know."
"I don't hate you..." John sighs out, "I could never hate you."
"Well you've been treating me like shit these past months" you remark, "what else could it be."
"I was mad at myself and took it out on you" John responds, ashamed at his past behaviour, "I'm sorry for making you think that I hated you."
"Why were you mad at yourself?" you ask confused by what he was telling you.
"Because I couldn't tell you how I truly felt" John answers.
"Felt about what?" you press him further.
"About you... how I felt about you" John reaches up to cup your cheek, "I LOVE you, Y/N. I have for years... since the very first day I met you."
"Well you had a funny way of showing it" you look at him with tears in your eyes, "flaunting women in front of me."
"I was only with them to get you off of my mind" John tells you, "I knew that we could never be because of your close relationship with the Boys. That you would never see me as anything else but your partner and the father of those that you considered as your brothers."
"I thought the same thing about you..." you softly whisper out.
John softly caresses your cheek, "the first time, when I took you up against the wall... it wasn't because I figured out they were keeping tabs on us. It was because I was jealous at how that asshole was flirting with you."
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"I couldn't fight it anymore" John faintly smiles at you, "and all the other times after. I hated myself for using the job as an excuse but I was on cloud nine because I got to be with you. Heck, after that, no other woman could compare to you after that."
"Until that blonde you took home" you remark, pulling away from his caress.
"I didn't sleep with her" John responds.
"Yeah right" you snort out at him, "you couldn't get her out of the Pun fast enough."
"It's true" John tells you, "we never even made it to my car before she kissed me and I realized she wasn't you. Besides, I only struck up a conversation with her to make you jealous after the way you were flirting with that guy."
"I wasn't flirting him" you defend yourself, "he was flirting and I was trying not to be rube."
""Well you slow danced with him" John looks at you accusingly.
"That's because you brought that bimbo over to our table and I wanted to make you jealous."
John then starts laughing, "look at the two of us... acting like teenagers; trying to make each other jealous because we couldn't make ourselves admit our feelings..."
"We do sound kind of sound stupid, yeah..." you begin laughing as well. You then look at him with a more serious face, "so... you LOVE me..."
John grins at you, "I do... and you?"
Shyly biting into your lip, you grin back at him, "I LOVE you too..."
"That might be the second-best news I've gotten in a long time" John smiles at you.
"Second?" you look at him disappointed, "what was the first then?"
John smiles at your reaction, placing a hand on your stomach then, "finding out that you were carrying OUR little girl."
Aww... SWEETHEART don't cry..." John console you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"So, where do we go from here?" you stare up into his eyes.
"First, we get you healed up" John declares, "then you and I are getting married, so that we'll be a real FAMILY. That's if you'll have me."
"I'll have your dumbass, yeah..." you smile at him.
"But I'm your dumbass..." John smiles back at you.
"That you are..." you respond pulling him down for a kiss.
Three Years Later
John and you stood silently on the back porch of your house as the two of your watched Dean and Sam playing with their little sister.
"What's on your mind?" John asks, stepping behind you to rest his chin on your head.
"That I'm actually kind of glad I got shot that day" you respond.
""Seriously?" John arches a brow down at you.
"I know it sounds a bit crazy..." you chuckle, "but if it hadn't happened, then I would have left for Tulsa and this..." you nod towards the scene in front of you, "you and me, along with Katie and the Boys, being a family... it never would have been a possibility."
"Do you regret not going to Tulsa and taking that promotion?" John asks seeming a bit uneasy.
"Tilting your head up to look at John, you cup his cheek, "of course not. I could never regret choosing OUR family."
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"He's doing fine, just kicking the heck out of me" you respond with a groan.
"He's a Winchester, what do you expect..." John chuckled.
"He definitely is your son..." you chuckle as well.
"I love you, MRS. WINCHESTER..." John smiles down at you.
"I love you too, Mr Winchester..." you respond smiling as John captured your lips in a kiss.
Breaking the kiss, "how's work?" you ask him.
"Well..." John's exhales deeply, "it's been some getting used to, but I'm ok with it. Things just weren't the same without you as my PARTNER, so I'm happy with where I am now."
After the shooting John and you had both agreed that maybe it was best for you to retire. John out of fear of possibly losing you again with the danger of the job and because you didn't want him to have to go through the heartache of losing another wife and having to raise your child on his own. And as luck would have it, a few months after that, Harris had retired as Sergeant and John got promoted; turns out the jerk had taken the exam years ago but chose to remain in the position he was. Luck would happen again the begin of this year, as the Captain decided to retire and he made sure to push for John to take over from him.
"Aww... you miss me that much PARTNER?" you coo at him in amusement.
"We're PARTNERS IN CRIME, sweetheart" John grins down at you.
"And now, PARTNERS IN LIFE" you smile back at him.
John rested his forehead against yours, "PARTNERS FOREVER..."
******END*****