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It had been two long weeks since you had last seen Dean Winchester and it had been the worst two weeks of your life. You had been dating the eldest Winchester for about two years before you realized he had been cheating on you. It had broken your heart when the two of you had a massive argument. He had repeatedly lied to you about being on a case and he was well known for being a womanizer. Dean denied that anything had happened and you hurled abuse at him in an attempt to make him feel as bad as you did. After the fight, you had packed your bags and left the Bunker quickly, driving for hours before pulling into a motel and crashing for the night. You meant to move on the next morning but you just got consumed with your grief and started dragging yourself to the local bar, trying to forget your sorrows by watching the people around you but never succeeding.
You had run into a few hunters about a week ago, who were passing through the town on the way to their next hunt. As you chatted with them, they mentioned hearing from Dean that he was looking for you. You made them swear not to tell him where you were but apparently that meant nothing because now you were stuck in a bar with the one and only Dean Winchester. You really needed to find a way to change your luck.
“Hello Y/N/N.” Dean came up to you, speaking softly as if he was trying not to startle you. You refused to look at him, choosing to stare down at your Coke instead of meeting his gaze. He sat down across from you, placing his little black box of a laptop on the table in front of him. “What are you still not talking to me? You spoke to those hunters. Why not me?”
“Because they are actual human beings with feelings that did nothing wrong Dean, you on the other hand are a different story.” You replied using the most sarcastic voice you could muster in your aggravated and exhausted state.
“You got something to say, say it to me. Not everyone else.” Dean spoke quietly, anger still creeping into his voice. “You say that I’m to blame? Don’t go fooling yourself. You are just as much to blame for this as I am!!” He ended with a shout, his frustration breaking through for a split second, allowing you a glimpse into his mind. You thought you would have been happy to see him upset but it only tore at your already broken heart.
“Blame me if you want Dean, but it was you who cheated, not me. So take the sob story elsewhere.” You turned your gaze back down to the table. Sadness was beginning to overtake you and all you wanted to do was go back to the motel to get some much needed sleep.
“Look, I chose the wrong words. I am not saying I blame you. I am just trying to say that this could have been avoided if you would have just believed me.” Dean sighed.
“How was I supposed to believe you? You had been lying for weeks! Always saying you were going off on cases when I found out that you hadn’t been near a case in ages.” You spat the accusations at him, rage filling your gut. You loved this man so much and you had given up a huge amount just to be with him. You had never been hurt this badly before, not by anyone. Sure you had lost people and that was unbelievably agonizing, but this was Dean the one person you were supposed to be able to trust. He betrayed you leaving you to do everything by yourself and you weren’t sure you could do this alone.
“I never cheated on you Y/N. NEVER. Yes I lied to you, but it was for a good reason. I know that without proof my words are in vain so I brought proof.” Dean opened up his laptop as he spoke, turning it towards you. You looked at the screen and saw what seemed to be a CCTV video, it was time-stamped with a date that you recognized; the date you thought Dean was with another woman. You looked up at Dean’s face, watching as he fidgeted nervously. You looked back to the screen and pressed play.
As the video began to play, you noticed that it was footage of a jewelry store front. There was nothing unusual about it, until you saw the Impala roll up outside the store. Dean got out of the car and went inside the store. The video then seemed to fast forward itself. You looked up at Dean, a question starting to fall from you lips only stopping when he beat you to it.
“I didn’t think you’d want to watch it all, I was in there quite a while.” He said shyly. You nodded quickly, casting your gaze back to the video just as it started to slow to a stop. Looking at the time stamp you could see that Dean had been in the shop an hour and a half, he stopped outside the Impala and patted his pocket before promptly getting in the car and driving away. The video cut to black and you shut the lid gently.
“What does this prove Dean? What did I just watch? You have to explain it to me.” You pleaded with him, a glimmer of hope before you.
“I never cheated on you, that’s what this video proves. I drove two hours to that town just to go to that store.” Dean spoke with such conviction you found it hard to doubt him. “It wasn’t the first time either. All those other so called “hunting trips” were me going to different towns, trying to find what I needed.”
“What did you need?” You asked him, your anger fading by the second. Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a little black box, placing it down on the table before pushing it along towards you.
“I wanted to do this differently, but obviously things are difficult now.” You took hold of the box opening it up to reveal a stunning engagement ring. It was simple but elegant and looked as if it was made for you. You looked up at Dean with tears in your eyes. You didn’t know how to respond; you were so conflicted. Whilst you were ecstatic that he hadn’t cheated and that he wanted to commit to you in such a permanent way, you were saddened by the fact that you had forced him into giving up his secret, all because you didn’t trust him. You closed the box, pushing it back towards Dean.
“Dean, I am so sorry.” You whispered tearfully. “I am sorry I didn’t trust you,didn’t listen to you when you needed me to. I was just so stressed and scared that I projected my insecurities onto to you and that wasn’t fair.” Your hand drifted to you stomach, you thought about telling Dean, but you still felt a tremor of fear.
“You don’t have to apologize Y/N. We both could have handled it differently. I just want you to come home.” Dean begged you, his emerald eyes pleading with you as he reached out. taking your free hand in his own. You smiled softly at him, the loneliness that had surrounded you for the past two weeks, gone with the simple action. You knew then that you had to tell him, now, before you lost the nerve.
“I wasn’t thinking straight and I need to tell you why. It’s only fair. You told me the truth, now I get to do the same.” Dean looked at you bewildered. “I’m pregnant.” You blurted out so quickly that you had no way of cushioning the blow. You looked at Dean, expecting an explosive reaction of either fear or joy and yet saw nothing. He sat there his mouth gaping open slightly, a blank look on his face, he blinked slowly. His mouth twitched, silently making words before discarding them. You sat there waiting for him to say something, anything to ease your nerves.
“W…wha..wait…I don’t…huh?” Dean stuttered out, his eyes blinking rapidly. If the situation wasn’t so nerve wracking, you would have laughed at his apparent inability to form a sentence. “You’re pregnant?”
“Yep” You replied, nervously.
“I’m gonna be a dad?” Dean asked you, dumbfounded by this information.
“That is correct.” You spoke slowly, nodding your head as you did.
“How?”
“I really have to give you the birds and the bees talk? Seriously?” You squeaked at him, embarrassment rising as people started looking at the two of you.
“No of course not I.. well I just… I’m shocked.” Dean spluttered out.
“Does that mean you’re not happy about it then?” You asked disheartened, looking down at a scratch on the table, picking at it as dread began to consume you. You heard nothing from Dean as he stood up, you were certain that he was going to walk out the door, out of your life forever. Suddenly he was beside you, reaching down to pull you out of your chair and pull you into a loving embrace. His strong arms wrapped around you, making you feel safe, warm and loved; as he picked you up and swayed you in his arms before placing you gently back on the ground with a carefree laugh. You giggled as you looked up at him, you had never seen him so happy.
“Y/N I want this, I want you and a family of our own. I want sleepless night and messy diapers, I want school recitals and graduations. I want tantrums and teenage drama. I want more kids with you, I want sons and daughters, yep you heard me, plural of both.” You raised your eyebrows at him, a smile playing on your lips. “I want to go through it all, so long as I go through it with you.” A tear fell from your eye as you reached up and pulled Dean down for a tender kiss, earning a cheer from the people around you.
“I want that all too Dean. I want to build a life with you. Right now. Let’s go home.” You just wanted to go home and sleep peacefully beside the man you loved. Dean grabbed his things and the two of you walked out to your cars.
“Y/N, I can ask Sam to come pick your car up. Jump in the Impala and let’s go home.” Dean spoke cheerfully and as much as you hated to burst his bubble you knew that it was getting late and it would be a long drive back to the Bunker.
“How about we go to my motel and drive back in the morning; that way I can get my things and we get some extra alone time to make up for the past two weeks.” You winked at him, a dirty grin on your face as you wiggled your eyebrows playfully.
“Damn, I love the way you think.” He growled at you, his eyes darkening with lust. You got into your car, starting the engine and buckling in.
“Follow me.” You smirked as he raced to his car placing his things in the back, before climbing in the front.
You took off towards the motel, rolling the window down, feeling the cool air fly through your hair. You felt carefree and happy, you could finally allow yourself to imagine a happy apple pie life with Dean. Things would never be perfect, but this was as close as you wanted to get, anything else and it wouldn’t be your life. Things with Dean were perfectly imperfect and you loved it that way.
That was your final thought as you crossed through the green light of the intersection before being blinded by the headlight racing towards your side of the car. You felt the crushing blow of the impact, the car spinning wildly out of control, before flipping over onto its roof. You stayed there, dazed and suspended upside down, the world around you coming in and out of focus. You could hear shouting and screaming around you as your body started to go numb. Dean was shouting to you, you tried to focus on him but unconsciousness was pulling you under. The last thing you heard was his screams for help.
“HELP, SOMEBODY HELP!!!. Hold on baby please. PLEASE HELP HER, SHE’S PREGNANT! Baby, baby? BABY? BABY! ANSWER ME PLEASE!”
Your vision faded to black.