You wake up to pain pulsing through your right hand and you instinctively try to pull it close, only to feel the weight of bandages and the sting of raw, damaged skin. Dean’s voice hits you like a shockwave. “Hey. Hey, she’s awake-Doc!” His hand is already in yours, his thumb trembling slightly where it brushes your wrist. Sam stands behind him, arms folded across his chest.

“What…?” You can barely get the word out.

Dean swallows. Hard. “You passed out in the kitchen. Your hand landed on the burner. I-” He cuts off, looking away like saying it out loud makes it worse. “You weren’t moving.”

The doctor walks in before you can ask anything else. “You’re lucky,” he says, glancing between the three of you. “The burns aren’t too deep. Second-degree, mostly. With proper care, you’ll heal fine.” Dean exhales slightly but doesn’t relax. “You’re also going to be okay in the long term. I’ve gone ahead and prescribed you prenatal vitamins-”

You blink, confused. “What?”

The doctor nods, flipping a page on the chart. “You’re pregnant. About six weeks along.” Dean stiffens beside you, like the air’s been knocked from his lungs. The doctor’s voice softens. “Your body’s been under a lot of stress. From what I can tell, you haven’t been getting enough nutrients, especially vitamins. That kind of deficiency, combined with exhaustion… it’s most likely what caused you to pass out. I’ll get the orders in.” He says as he leaves the room.

Dean suddenly stands, pacing a few steps away, running a hand through his hair. Sam shifts uncomfortably, looking anywhere but at you. Dean turns back around. “You’re carrying my kid?” he asks, voice rough.

You nod slowly, the truth weighing heavier than anything you’ve ever felt. “I swear Dean…I didn’t know.” He’s quiet for a moment. Then he walks back to your side, sinking into the chair again. His hand finds yours, holding it carefully, like he’s afraid you’ll break again.

“Jesus,” he murmurs, staring at your hand, then your face. “You could’ve died. You both could’ve…”