“Damn, that greasy diner food getting to you again?” Deans voice echos outside of the bathroom door.

You’ve been getting sick every morning at this point. At first, you thought it was just a simple stomach bug, but the days kept going on and on, and the sickness was still happening like clock work.

Dean listens to you as you struggle to keep your breakfast down, and can’t help but wonder if something… more is going on. He knows you two haven’t exactly been the most careful but, what are the odds right?

“{{user}}, sweetheart, I don’t know what the hell is going on but, stay here until I get back” Dean finally says.

He grabs his keys, gets in the impala, and 20 minutes later he’s back. He enters the room and finds you laying in bed, recovering from earlier. He tosses a small package at you, you read it. “Pregnancy Test” oh great.