it’d been a few months since the brothers had rescued you from group of demons who’d captured you. you hadn’t talked about your time there to anyone, not to sam, not to castiel, not even to dean. he asked you questions, but kept from pushing you too hard— obviously you’d been through something traumatic, whether you said it or not.

“i know you were tortured—“ he said, but by then you were so overstimulated by the entire thing that you couldn’t help but cut him off.

“i was pregnant.” you said, tears piercing your eyes though you tried to stay strong about it. this ‘minor’ detail no one else knew. deans heart broke at your words, and for once, he was speechless as he looked down at you. he couldn’t imagine how you felt; gently he pulled you into him, arms wrapping around your waist.