OMG! I love your blog soo much! ik this is kinda depressing but could you do one where your pregnant with your bf baby but when you tell him he leaves you so you go to with Sam and Dean but you end up having a miscarriage and dean helps you through it and admits he loves you?
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Hi! Im glad you like my blog! I’m sorry for the long wait, but I hope it was worth it.
TRIGGER WARNING: miscarriage.
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You slumped against the door of the bunker, bringing your arm up to knock against it. It was autumn, and the wind had a chilly bite to it. You shivered, pulling your jacket tighter against you. Your hand came to rest on your stomach and you felt the small bump that lay there. The feel of it brought on memories of earlier that morning, triggering more tears to fall from your eyes.
A small click caught your attention, and Sam jerked the door open, automatically dumping holy water on you. You flinched at its coldness, trying and failing to suppress another sob. “Hey, Y/N, what’s wrong?” Sam queried. He noticed the bags you had dumped unceremoniously at your feet and he picked them up, hauling them inside the bunker. “Come inside,” he coaxed gently. You stepped inside the door and he helped you out of your wet jacket. When you started making your way down the steps, Sam wrapped his arm around you, helping you down.
“What’s going on?” Dean asked, walking into the room. He noticed the tear stains running down your cheeks and rushed over to you. “Y/N, what happened? Is everything alright with Jake?” The sound of his name brought on a fresh round of sobbing. “Okay, not the best thing to mention,” Dean said, leading you over to a couch.
“Y/N, please tell us what happened. We can help you,” Sam told you earnestly, sitting down beside you as Dean crouched in front of you.
“H-he br-broke up with me!” you sobbed.
“Uh, I think we have some ice cream in the freezer,” Sam told you. “That helps girls through break ups, right?” You shook your head at him.
“You don’t understand.” You glanced up at the two of them. “I’m pregnant,” you whispered.
“That son of a bitch!” Dean shouted, shooting up from the ground. “So he broke up with you because you told him you were pregnant?” You nodded in confirmation, causing Dean to start pacing the floor. “When I get my hands on him, I swear to God…” he muttered under his breath.
“Dean!” you gasped. “You can’t threaten him!”
“Damn right, I can! That jerk left you when you needed him most!”
“But this isn’t going to help at all!” you insisted.
“Then what will?” Sam asked.
You looked down shyly. “Well I was wondering…do you think that maybe I could stay here for a little bit?” You peeked up at the boys from under your eyelashes, gauging their reactions.
“Of course you can,” Sam assured you, acting as though the answer should’ve been obvious. “The bunker is your home too, for as long as you need it.”
“Thank you,” you smiled.
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A few weeks later, you woke up in the middle of the night, your stomach aching with the fiercest cramps you had ever experienced. You sat up slowly, the sheets feeling slick beneath you. Ever so carefully, you pulled back the covers, exposing the blood stain covering the bedding. You screamed, not caring that it was the middle of the night and that the others would be asleep. “SAM! DEAN!” you shrieked, your voice taken over by panic.
The boys burst into your room, waving around guns as though expecting there to be some sort of monster to deal with. When their search turned up empty, they looked down at your bed, their eyes going wide when they saw the blood around you.
“Oh God,” Dean murmured, the two of them rushing over to you as you blacked out from the pain.
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A steady beeping woke you up, accompanied by total whiteness. At first you thought something had gone wrong with your vision, but then you realised that you were in a hospital. Blinking, you noticed Dean sitting in a chair at your side, with a doctor standing at the end of your bed.
“Good. You’re awake,” he said.
“What happened?” you asked groggily. The doctor’s smile dropped, turning into an expression of sympathy. “My baby. Is it alright?” The doctor just stared back at you for a moment, and your heart dropped into the depths of your stomach.
“I’m very sorry to say this, but you have had a miscarriage,” he informed you. A buzzing sound filled your ears and you had to blink a few times to make sure you didn’t pass out again. You barely heard the doctor as he said, “I’ll just let you have a few minutes alone with your partner.” As he walked out, you didn’t even bother to correct him. It didn’t matter. Nothing did. Your baby was gone.
“Y/N? Y/N!” Dean called. Slowly, you turned your head to look at him. Seeing his look of sorrow, you gave into the waves of tears that had threatened to overcome you ever since the doctor had started to speak.
“My baby, my baby,” you repeated over and over, as if the words alone could be enough to bring it back.
“I know,” Dean whispered, pulling you firmly into his arms. “But we’re going to get through this, alright? Sammy and I are going to be here for you every step of the way. It’ll get better.”
“How?” you wailed, grabbing onto his shirt as though it was a lifeline. “How can it ever get better after this?”
“Because I’m going to make it get better,” Dean murmured, pulling back to look you dead in the eye. “I’m going to help you out as much as it’s physically possible.”
You gazed back at him, trying to clamp down on the sobs that were wracking your body. “Why?” you asked timidly, your voice sounding like that of a little girl. “Why are you so nice to me? Why have you helped me so much over these past few weeks?”
Dean took a deep breath. “Because I love you.” Your breath caught in your throat, and you sat in stunned silence for a moment. But finally, you came to your senses again and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning into his embrace.
“Dean…I think I’m falling in love with you, too,” you admitted, your voice muffled against his body. You felt that maybe, just maybe, things could get better again with Dean by your side.
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