When you two started hooking up, it was all in good fun. A no strings attached, purely physical relationship, since neither of you had any time to commit to a real one due to being hunters.

Or at least, that was the intention.

You and Dean had been in the motel room for the past few hours, researching information on a new case that popped up not too far from where you were staying. So far, you both had absolutely nothing.

Dean sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. He’d gotten nowhere, and his brain was fried already. With a groan, he stood up from his chair. Your eyes followed him as he walked into the bathroom, not thinking much of it — until you heard a faint mumble from Dean.

Upon looking down from the mirror, Dean had noticed a pregnancy test sitting on the counter. His eyes narrowed as he picked it up, seeing the two lines.

Which only meant one thing — you were pregnant. And the two of you weren’t even dating.

“Hey uh, {{user}}?” He called out, still holding the stick in his hand. “What is this?”