Requested By: AuroraGodfrey

Michael!Dean x Reader

You let out a groan of pain as you clutched your stomach, hanging onto the wall as if you let go you may fall over. Immediately, your husband, Michael was right beside you, helping support your body. "Are you okay?" he asked you, concern written in his eyes.

"Yes, it's just the baby moving around. I think I just need to sit down," you replied with a reassuring smile, hoping to help calm your husband a little. He helped you walk over to the couch and you sat down. He immediately grabbed you a glass of water and you thanked him before graciously drinking the water.

Michael sat down next to you looking deep in thought. "What is it, Michael?" you questioned, sitting your glass of water down on the table. Michael let out a small sigh and when he looked back into your eyes, you saw that was crying.

You immediately moved closer to him, placing your hands on his cheeks and wiping away the tears. "Hey, don't cry, everything is going to be fine," you told him, bringing his head to your chest, and holding him tightly, running your fingers through his hair.

Michael had been so sad for the past few months and all you wanted to do was cheer him up, but you knew that was pretty much impossible. A few months ago you had discovered that you were pregnant with Michael's baby. You were so overwhelmed with joy at first that you immediately ran to Michael with the news.

When you told him, he was just as joyful as you until he realized what it meant. Then he grew sad and angry. You didn't understand why he wasn't happy for the birth of yours and his child, but you knew it was something serious.

When you asked him to explain, he told you that the birth of a Nephilim results in the death of the woman who births it. Nephilims were so powerful that their birth essentially rips the mother apart from the inside out. Michael began blaming himself, refusing to make eye contact with you since he felt it was his fault for getting the two of you into this mess.

It took some time, but you finally got him to realize that it took two people to make a baby so it wasn't just his fault. Then, he suggested that the two of you find a way to terminate the baby. He was so upset about the idea of losing you.

You were the only person to have ever gotten through to him. He was completely lost until he found you. When he did, it took a while for him to open up, but the two of you eventually fell deeply in love. He promised he would never let anything happen to you and was intent on keeping that promise which would mean the baby would have to die before you gave birth to it.

You understood the emotions that Michael was feeling, but you knew that he didn't want to abort the baby - it was the panic of losing you that was making him say that. You simply told him as a mother you refused to let anything happen to the baby - even if it meant you dying.

Michael didn't understand how you could be okay with leaving the baby alone on Earth. But you told him that you would be leaving it in very capable hands - the hands of the baby's father. Michael broke down after you said that. He felt completely helpless as if he had no options; and, he didn't. He either lost the love of his life or lost his only child.

After weeks of discussing the best course of action, you both agreed to have the baby. You were okay with dying. You felt like you had lived a full life with Michael. You found someone you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, and that was exactly what you were doing.

But, the closer you got to the birth of your baby, you began having panic attacks. You felt like the baby would need its mother. You felt like you would be failing her if you left her at her birth. So, you went behind Michael's back and began studying witchcraft. You didn't want to lie to Michael, but you felt like he would disapprove of your actions; and, your emotions had clouded your mind too much for you to think twice about it.

You were going to find a way to save yourself and your baby, no matter what it took. Eventually, you discovered the Resurrection Seal. The resurrection seal was a spell created by the Grand Coven in which a small sachet of magic is sewn into your body underneath the skin. When your life force leaves your body the spell kicks into action, healing the body and essentially resurrecting you.

You were so happy when you found the spell. You believed that you had truly found possibly the only loophole around the current situation you were in. You wanted to go to Michael right away and tell him about the spell.

But, you didn't know how he would react. Would he be happy that you were going to be okay? Would he be disappointed that you went to such depths and began practicing witchcraft? Would he be angry at you for hiding the witchcraft from him? You were afraid of his reaction, so you kept putting off telling him.

But now, here you were sitting on the couch, holding the man you love so dearly. You knew you had to tell him everything. You opened your mouth to tell him, but a scream came out instead as a sharp pain erupted in your stomach.

Michael immediately sat up and looked into your eyes. You felt like a gush of liquid suddenly slid down your inner thighs and you told Michael, "The baby's coming." Michael immediately jumped up, not ready for what was about to happen.

"Can you make it to the bedroom?" he asked you. "I don't know, let me try," you replied, motioning for him to help you stand. He pulled you up so that you were standing and another sharp pain shot through you, almost making you collapse to the ground. "I don't know if I can walk," you told him in between strained breaths.

You were in more pain than you could describe. It was as if the pain of regular birth had taken steroids to make the experience ten times more painful for you. But, you were birthing a Nephilim, what else could you expect?

Michael quickly swept you up off your feet and carried you to your shared bedroom. He laid you on the bed, and you attempted to make yourself a little more comfortable as you felt the baby coming. "I have to start pushing," you told Michael, holding his hand tightly. "Wait," he told you. "Why?" you questioned.

He suddenly crashed his lips to yours, pulling you into a deep kiss, expressing all the love he had for you in that kiss. When he pulled away, he looked into your eyes and as another tear fell down his cheek, he said, "Please don't leave me."

"I won't," you responded. Michael thought that you were just trying to make him feel better and you would have explained if you weren't currently birthing. You began pushing, screaming in pain as you felt your body being ripped apart.

Michael moved to your legs so that he could help you birth your child. He kept encouraging you to keep pushing and after a few more pushes, the baby was out. You let out one more loud scream as a bright light erupted into the room and you felt your life leave your body. You felt yourself go out of your body as if you were having an out-of-body experience.

You looked over the scene as Michael sat down next to you holding your baby girl in his arms, sobbing at the sight of your dead body. You moved towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder as you looked at the baby in his arms. She was absolutely beautiful.

Suddenly, you noticed that there was a purple light glowing from your body, and you were yanked back into your body. You awoke with a sudden gasp, shocking Michael who's cheeks were completely tear-stained. You took in a few breaths, trying to recover from what just happened to you.

Michael's eyes were wide as he looked at you. He began stuttering over his words but finally asked, "How?" You took a deep breath before telling him, "I'm a witch." Michael looked even more confused so you explained, "When I found out that I would be dying by giving birth to this baby, I was okay with it at first, I really was. But, the more I thought about it, I didn't want to leave our baby without her mother. I began studying witchcraft and I found a spell that would save my life so that I could stay here with you...with the both of you."

You braced yourself for Michael to yell at you about the dangers of practicing witchcraft. But, instead, he just placed his lips on yours again, muttering against your lips, "I'm so happy." You couldn't help but smile at his words as you kissed him back.

You pulled away after a moment and he said, "Thank you." "For what?" you asked him. "For not leaving me," he replied. You smiled in response and he questioned, "Would you like to hold our baby?" You felt your heart melt at that question and nodded your head yes. Michael gave you a warm smile as he placed the baby in your arms. She was so perfect in every way.

As you started talking to the baby and giving her faces, Michael grabbed a towel and a glass of water. He wiped the sweat off of your forehead and placed the glass of water next to you, making sure you were always taken care of.

You thanked him again as he crawled into the bed next to you. You handed him back your baby girl and you rested your head on his shoulder as he played with the baby. This was everything you ever wanted. A perfect husband. A perfect baby. A perfect family. All three of you together - forever.