It wasn't a bad seizure, Dean thought as he cradled Sophie's limp body where they sat on the bathroom floor. Only about a minute. She hadn't even bitten her tongue. And she hadn't had a one like this in eight months. The new doctor with the whole chemical-avoidance routine was doing wonders.
But she was coming out of it slowly. Very slowly. Dean had been sitting there holding her and rocking her for more than half an hour and she hadn't attempted to get the blood out of her mouth or try and say anything yet. She just snuggled against him, still trembling slightly.
Eventually, though, she started to come around.
Sophie was mumbling his name and garbled attempts at the phrase "having a baby" when Dean heard footsteps in the hallway. He grabbed another couple of towels and was busily tucking them around her - despite feeble protestations that she was "warmer than necessary" - when Sam poked his head in the door and Castiel followed after.
"You guys okay?" Sam asked.
Dean stuffed the pregnancy tests into his pocket, trying to seem nonchalant about it and dutifully ignoring Sophie's protests as the movement jostled her against his chest.
"She had a seizure," Dean said, "She's fine."
"Do you want any help?" Sam offered.
"I've got her," Dean assured him.
"Are you certain of that?" Cas asked.
"Would you two leave us the hell alone?" Dean hissed. He was trying to keep his voice calm and even. Sophie was iffy on understanding actual words for a good long while after she woke up, but tone she understood. And she reacted to it.
He remembered - none to fondly - the first time she'd had a seizure around Bobby. And how much the usually stoic and composed old man had panicked. How she'd panicked and pushed Dean away and cracked her head on the kitchen floor. And how it'd taken Dean three hours to calm her down after she'd woken to shouts and worried rambling. She hadn't slept right for days afterwards. Dean pushed the thoughts out of his head.
"Sure," Sam put his hands up in defeat and backed up, herding Cas along with him.
"You're gonna be such a good mom," Dean whispered once Cas and Sam left. He stroked Sophie's hair as her eyes fluttered open and she slowly, tremulously moved a hand to rest on her belly.
"And you're gonna be a good dad," she replied.