Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Heart racing in your chest, you take a deep breath to steady your nerves. You haven’t spent this past week tossing and turning in bed for no reason. It hasn’t been over the decision of whether or not to tell Dean. That isn’t an option. He’s going to know, and you’re going to be the one to tell him. Rather, the problem is how to tell him. After more worry than this sort of thing probably deserves, you’ve decided to just walk right up to him and deliver your news in one fell swoop.
Now is the perfect opportunity. Sam is out, leaving you and his brother alone in the motel room. Dean is simply browsing a few news reports on Sam’s laptop in search of the next hunt. You sidle over to lean against the table to his left, trying to calm yourself.
“Dean?”
“Yeah?” He doesn’t look away from the computer screen.
“Can I talk to you for a second? There’s something I . . . need to tell you.”
“Sure. Go for it.”
“I would appreciate having all of your attention.”
“Alright. Hold on a second.”
“Babe, now.”
“I heard you. Would you rather hunt a demon or a ghost?”
“Dean, sweetie, we can discuss hunting later.”
“I just want to know which article to load.”
With a frustrated sigh, you reach out and slam the computer shut.
“Hey! What-”
“I’m pregnant.”
There. You said it. The news is out, and Dean’s reaction is right on par with your expectations. Eyes wide, he snaps his head up to stare at you.
“You – you’re . . . mine?” He stammers.
“It couldn’t be anyone else's.”
Clenching his jaw, he rubs his eyes before returning his gaze to you.
“How long – how long have you known?”
“About a week. Couldn’t figure out how to tell you. Sorry.” You smile apologetically.
“No, no, it’s good. You’re alright.” Letting out a laugh, Dean shakes his head in disbelief. “Pregnant . . . God.”
“Surprise.”
He pulls you onto his lap, holds you close, and buries his face in your hair. You hear him take a shaky breath and sniff, and he squeezes your shoulders tightly.
“I’m gonna take care of you, alright? Both of you.”
“I know you will.”
He gives you one last squeeze before letting you sit up. Even now he rests his hands lightly on your waist.
“Thought of any names yet?” He asks with a smile.
“No. Did you have anything in mind?”
“I just found out about this. We’ve got time, though.”
“It won’t feel like it.”
“Maybe not.” He leans up to kiss you.
“It definitely won’t. Now, about that hunt . . .”
“Oh no, nuh-uh. You are not going on any hunts.”
