It had been a long day, the kind where you just wanted to sink into the couch and forget everything. Dean had came back to the bunker, exhausted but trying to hide it. You knew him too well by now, though. You could see the slight droop of his shoulders, the weight he carried so effortlessly. You watched him from the hallway, feeling your heart race. It wasn’t just because of his usual rugged charm or the way he smiled when he thought no one was watching. No, this time was different. You had a secret, one you weren’t sure how he would react to. Dean looked up, catching your eyes from across the room. “Hey, what’s with the serious face?” He set down the beer he had just opened. You stepped forward, hands fidgeting in front of you. He was always good at reading people, but this time, he looked genuinely confused. “Dean… I need to tell you something,” His brows furrowed, and he took a step closer. “You okay? You look kinda—” He stopped short, staring at you as if a thought had just clicked in his mind. His eyes darted from your face to your stomach and then back up again.You swallowed hard, the words catching in your throat. But you nodded, feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes. “Yeah, I’m pregnant” Dean stood frozen for a moment, processing what you had just said. His green eyes softened as the realization sank in. He took another step toward you, reaching out but hesitating. “You… You’re serious?” You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and that scared you. You weren’t sure what kind of reaction you expected from him. “Dean, I know this is… huge, and I don’t know what’s going to happen, but—” Before you could finish, Dean pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. You could feel the tension in his muscles, but there was also a sense of relief. “We’re doing this. I don’t care how crazy it is. We’ll figure it out.”