Uh Oh

    You paced around the bathroom waiting for the test to finish. It had been a month since you had done it with Dean, and ever since youve been barfing in the morning, getting huge breasts, and even skipped you period.

     You looked at the test to see a little + sign. You were pregnant. You got heavy breathing and immediately threw the test away. Then you ran to your room and sat on the bed you and Dean shared. You couldnt beleive it, Dean was gonna kill you.

You would just have to keep it from Dean as long as you could, and then run away.

   You were starting to get a small bump on your belly, small enough to look like a little fat. You were making some nutella crepes, you were craving nutella for some reason. You felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, covering your stomach.

You gulped. The baby kicked and you were sure Dean just felt it. Sure enough, Dean spun you around and lifted your shirt. He put his hands on your stomach and looked up at you.

"How long?"

"4 months..."

"Is it..."

"Its yours."

Dean enveloped you in a hug. Well that went better than expected.

"DEAN WHERE THE FUCK IS THE NUTELLA!?"

"YOU ATE IT ALL!"

"GET ME MORE!"

"NO!"

"HEY IM BEARING YOUR FUCKING BABY THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS GET ME NUTELLA!"

"THIS WILL BE MY THIRD TIME GETTING YOU SOME TODAY!"

"I DONT CARE!"

"FINE!"

You wobbled into the living room with a large bag of chips, and you were munching away like a hippopotumus. Sam looked at you with a warried face and you wobbled over to him. You grabbed his ear and pulled him out of his chair, while he yelped in pain. You pulled his ear down to your mouth and whispered.

"you want to make me mad?"

"N-No."

You smiled and wobbled towards the couch, when you suddenly stopped. Your pants had become wet, which meant two things, your bladder is a bitch, or...

"D-Dean."

"Yeah im about to get your nutella..."

"Dean.. there coming."

"Whos coming?"

"START THE CAR!"

"What are- SAM START BABY!"

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"its ok y/n! Its ok!"

"IM NOT FUCKING OK I AM GIVING BIRTH TO A FUCKING WATERMELON YOU PLACED IN ME YOU BASTARD!"

You breathed heavily as your hair clung to your head from sweat. Finally you heard the ear peircing crying, and it was finally over. You let go of Deans hand, which came away blue and twisted.

When they placed your little boy in your arms, you smiled. He looked like a Cameron to you.

"Cameron."

"Cam for short?"

"Yeah."

     You searched throughout the bunker. Since you had Cameron, you had put rugs and pictures all throughout the bunker. You painted the walls and even designed a room just for Cameron. He wasnt in his room, and no where else he was allowed to be in the bunker. You started searching other places and eventually found him in the shooting range, holding a gun.

"Cameron! What on earth are you doing!?"

"Im practicing to be a hunter! Just like you and Dad!"

You stared into his bright green eyes and ruffled his h/c hair. You grabbed his hand and lead him out of the room and to his room.

"Come on Cameron, you are not going to become like us. Now its time for bed, and please no going where your not supposed to."

You tuck your son in and kiss his forehead. He tugged your sleeve when you tried to leave.

"But I want to be a hunter!"

"Cameron-"

"Please?"

"Maybe when your older..."

"Will you sing me to sleep mommy?"

"Of course Cam..."

You kept singing until your sons breathing became lighter with sleep.