Epilogue

One year later

You and Dean return from a milk run involving a simple haunting only an hour away and both of you are ready to get a little space from one another. Things have started to become rocky over the last couple of months and you both brushed it off to be that the honeymoon phase was over. The literal honeymoon—the two of you married six months after you moved into the bunker. It was a short and sweet ceremony, nothing too over-the-top. Dean took a break from hunting for about a month after that then jumped back in. He started taking you along for easy cases after you begged him to let you help besides just doing research...alone...at the bunker. Plus, you were starting to miss actual sex with your husband and not just performing a live show for one another via webcam. After much convincing, Dean finally gave in and only agreed to a trial run on hunts. He didn't want you coming along and risk something happening to you that would have him he unable to live with himself. However, even the hunts you tagged along on weren't exactly the actual issue on why you have been a little...extra.

Things were going great up until two months ago when you began questioning how people could work and live together without either going to jail or a psych unit. Every single thing Dean did seemed to irritate you. Alyssa tried to reason with you over the phone but that phone call ended with her cussing you out in Spanish and telling you to call her when you get the stick out of your ass. What bothers you most is you know something isn't right with you. Hell, you've even taken a pregnancy test when you missed your period last month but when it resulted as negative, it just reminded you that your body is under a lot of stress from whatever is circulating in the air.

Not much is said between the two of you as the routine for returning home after a hunt takes place. As you are in the library unpacking some books you took along for the ride, you overhear Dean mention something about a shower but all you can do is barely nod with the impending migraine that came out of nowhere. You rarely get migraines, mainly around your period. You pull out a chair and sit, resting your arms on the table before laying your head amongst them hoping the ice pick pain goes away.

After taking a short nap, it gets interrupted by a sudden wave of nausea causing you to run to the bathroom. You rush to the nearest toilet and hurl everything in your stomach from the last twelve hours. Not like much was in there anyways. Your appetite has been shit and Dean has noticed, trying to encourage you to eat but all it does is end in an argument.

You lift your head from praying to the porcelain god and then fall wobbly back on your butt. The floor seems more comfortable than sitting so you lean to your side and curl up against the tile floor that is cool to your cheek. That's when you hear Dean turn off the water and then him calling your name.

"I'm fine, just nauseous," you wave him off with your hand and continue to curl up within yourself.

"Bullshit," Dean huffed out. His slippery feet across the large, multi-shower bathroom floor has him grumbling a string of cuss words about trying not to bust his ass. He kneels down behind you and gently lift your head into his lap that is partially covered by a towel he hurriedly tried to wrap himself in when he saw you on the floor. "What can I do, sweetheart?" Dean asked as he moved the damp strands of hair out of your face. He presses his the back of his hand against your forehead and cheek. "Come on, lets get you cleaned up and in bed," he said soothingly. He knew lately you've been developing migraines, which he felt like he as the cause of them with the frequent arguments. Dean feels helpless, unsure on what to do and how to help. Something that is uncommon for him.

Once Dean washes you off in the shower, which you didn't have the energy to really stand, he wraps a towel around you and rushes to the bedroom you share with each other. He lays you down and changes into a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt before trying to figure out what you want to wear. You basically leave it all up to him because of how bad you feel between your head and stomach. He grabs one of his own shirts that cover part of your thighs and a pair of your underwear. You cannot help but to chuckle at Dean while he literally gets you dressed as if you are a doll.

"What?" Dean gruffly answered, kneeled in front of you as he helps slip on your underwear. His piercing green eyes flicker up to your weary ones.

You chuckled, "normally you are taking my panties off, not helping me put them on." Dean rolled his eyes then proceeded to kiss your inner thigh. "No no, not doing that," you protested against what you think he might be insuiating but not putting up much of a fight.

"Come on, baby. Really? I was only being affectionate," Dean scoffed, pushing up on the bed on either side of your legs. "Time for bed. Lets go," Dean mumbled, motioning for to climb under the covers. With your back turned, you don't even notice he disappears and returns just as you are looking towards the door. He walks over with water and something in his hand. "Take something for your head please," he opens his palm revealing two round white pills. You toss them and some water down your throat before settling more into bed. It isn't long until Dean turns off the light and climbs in behind you, taking you into his comforting arms.

The following morning you wake to Dean still holding you. Your head feels better and you are starving. Climbing out of bed slowly, you head to the bathroom but before leaving the bedroom, you grab a hidden pregnancy test in your purse just to check again. Thoughts on what could be going on with you take over your mind as you sit on the toilet and prepare yourself to take another pregnancy test.

Negative

"What the hell?" You whispered to yourself reading the results. "Fuck, I guess its time to actually go see a doctor," you mumbled as you tossed the pregnancy test into the trashcan. You double check it one more time and still see the faint negative sign from where it landed in the trash.

You wash your hands and head towards the kitchen. Sam is just two steps ahead of you about to make coffee and breakfast. You insist on doing it and Sam does not bother to argue after how you have been. You needed to be distracted. You get so caught up with everything that you don't realize Dean has joined you both in the kitchen until he clears his throat.

"Hey! Perfect timing," you smiled over at the man who took such great care of you last night before focusing back on the stove, turning it off so you all can sit and eat together without arguing, hopefully.

Dean lowers his head, a chuckle escapes him as he slowly takes a couple steps towards you. He lifts his head and locks his eyes on you. His hands remain behind his back, something that has you pause.

"What are you hiding?" You asked with a full plate in your hand made for Dean. He only smiles wider. "Okay," you awkwardly said while walking towards the table and setting Dean's plate at his spot. Your gaze shifts over to Sam who appears just as confused on why Dean is overjoyed like a kid on Christmas morning.

You go about fixing you another cup of coffee. You hear the metal chair scoot across the floor having you realize Sam is either escaping your possible impending wrath or going to fix himself a plate. Out the corner of your eye, you catch Sam shaking his head as he scoops some eggs onto his plate.

"Hey, sweetheart, is that your second cup of coffee?" Dean asked as your back remains turned towards him. Your body tensed up, noticeably seen in your shoulders that suddenly become stiff. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Why does it matter, Dean?" You sighed, pouring yourself another cup of coffee. Maybe decreasing your caffeine could help your mood swings, but that might not be good either for everyone else's sake with mostly giving up caffeine. You spin around and catch Dean staring at you as if you are some golden prize. "What?" you asked as you bring the full cup to your lips. The magnificent, warm liquid hits your tongue resulting instant satisfaction.

"You're pregnant," Dean blurted out. You spit out what coffee remains in your mouth and almost drop the mug.

"What the hell?! Don't mess with me like that," you narrow your eyes at Dean before turning around and reaching for a napkin. You put your coffee cup down and face your not-so-funny boyfriend. "That's not cool, Dean. Look, I'm going to the doctor later today to get some blood work done and—,"

Dean comes nearer and holds up the pregnancy test from earlier. That's when you see it. Big, fat positive screaming at you. "Told ya, sweetheart. You really should learn some patience," he laughed lightly while holding up the stick. "Yep, saw it and just checked to see what it said. I started thinking you probably didn't wait around for it to actually result."

"Okay, first," you grab several paper towels and reach for the pregnancy test. "...lets put this on something that will not come in contact with our food." Dean's face scrunched up causing you to giggle. Something genuine that you haven't done in a long time.

"It must have been one of those three minute ones," Sam chimed in from the table having Dean and I both jerk our necks in his direction. He stops eating and glances over. "What? I have had a couple of scares with Alyssa," he shrugged nonchalantly and goes back to eating. Your mouth drops. Dean takes a finger and nudges it close for you followed by him turning your face back towards him.

"This is why you have been so—well, you know," Dean attempted to laugh but your eyes narrowing to slits have him choke on his words and find something else to say instead. "Look, we now know what has been going on. We will get confirmation today at the doctor. Also, no arguing with me about this but you will be staying back at the bunker when Sam and I go out on hunts. Its too dangerous," Dean looks on with a serious expresion, waiting on you to argue back. You don't.

"Okay," you responded calmly. Dean lifts a brow. "I know I am not young, so my age puts me at a higher risk for complications during the pregnancy," you exhaled, shifting your gaze away from Dean for a moment. Peering back at him, he continues to wear the elated look he has had on his face since walking into the kitchen.

Dean settles his hands on your hips, gripping them tightly thinking dirty thoughts. "You know, I can't wait to see how your body grows knowing you are carrying our child," Dean said in a low tone as he dragged his hand from your hip to your stomach. He rubs comforting, small circles around your lower abdomen. His eyes flicker from your loving gaze to the future baby bump that has yet to develop.

"We can do this, right? Have a child and live our lives the way we do?" You asked, letting out a shakey breath. Dean moves his hand from your stomach to the back of your neck and pushes you forward to meet his lips. With a reassuring kiss, Dean erases your fears, for now anyways, and reminds you with his devoted gesture, that you both will be able to handle this together.

Sam clears his throat. You pull back from Dean, laughing as you both turn your attentions towards Sam who motions at his food. "Trying to eat, guys. Can you keep the PDA at minimum or go to your room?" Sam commented with a hint of a smirk. You peer over at Dean who is still on cloud nine. It makes you excited about what the future holds for you and him. And of course, Sam.

"Sure, thing, Uncle Sammy," you smirked over at your brother-in-law. You then gently push Dean to take a step back and grab ahold of his hand leading him away from the kitchen.

"Where are we going?" Dean willingly follows letting you drag him away from his untouched breakfast. You flash him a sexy smile over your shoulder and wait till you are out of ear shot for Sam's sake to reveal your intentions.

"We are going to make sure that pregnancy test is actually positive," you said nonchalantly without glancing back at Dean. You feel him trip over his feet but is able to recover his balance quickly. "Yep, you heard me. If you have any objections, stop me now."

Instead of answering with a verbal response, Dean manages to swoop you up bridle style in his arms while walking down the bunker hallway. An infectious laugh overflows from your mouth that continues to add to his happiness and widens his smile.

Happiness—something you both have with one another since coming to terms of your feelings so long ago. Even through the rough times that have rocked the bunker lately, the happiness that you and Dean endure together has never left the relationship, only building your connection with one another stronger and deeper. You cannot imagine your life any other way.

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