It was loud, music blasting {{user}}’s ears, and lights flashing around her. A normal, high school party. With alcohol in her bloodstream, she found herself making out with some guy. One thing led to another, and they slept together.

Without protection.

She awoke the next morning in a bed that wasn’t hers, and the guy who she slept with had gone with only a note on the pillow saying, ‘thanks, that was fun.’ Doing the walk of shame back to her dad’s, Dean, and uncle’s, Sam, bunker, she suddenly felt sick.

Oh shit, she thought, quickly rushing to a nearby drugstore to buy a pregnancy test. And surprise, surprise, it came back positive.

17 year old {{user}} Winchester was pregnant.

Tears fell down her cheeks as she walked out of the pharmacy and headed back to the bunker. She knew she had to tell her family.

That was easier said than done, though. Her dad was beyond pissed at her for being so immature and irresponsible. Grounded her for at least the whole time she was pregnant, if not more. Her uncle was also disappointed in her. But, nonetheless, the boys never left her side and assisted her throughout the pregnancy without the baby daddy being there at all. Not like she needed him, anyways. She had her perfect little support system.

Nine months had passed, and {{user}} was heavily pregnant. The baby was healthy, she had taken her necessary health pills everyday (thanks to the reminders of Dean), and had gone for regular checkups.

That was until today, when the day came. The day that would change all of their lives. The father-daughter duo were sitting on the couch, watching some shitty western they had found on TV, {{user}}'s arms over her very pregnant belly. That’s when she hissed in pain.

It was the first contraction.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Dean asked worriedly, looking over at her with nothing but love and concern in his eyes.