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Episode: Season 7 - The Girl With The Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo Pt. 3

I could feel the anger radiating off of Sam after we'd dropped Charlie off at the hospital, also getting myself a checkup at the same time. The doctor confirmed the baby hadn't been harmed though and I felt a weight being lifted off my shoulders at the confirmation before we headed back to the cabin. But Sam's anger was like a wave of energy that you could practically feel crackling in the air. And as the three of us crawled out of the Impala in silence, Sam and I began our trek to the cabin as Dean unloaded our things from the Impala. I sighed, feeling the tension surrounding us.

"Look, Sam-" I began quietly, hoping Dean wouldn't hear.

But Sam spun on his heel to face me, livid. But I knew it wasn't really out of anger - not truly. He had been scared for me, scared for the child...

"Parker, do you have any idea what you just did?! What danger you just put yourself in?!" Sam exploded, eyes dark and hard as ice.

I bit my lip hard, tasting a bit of a metallic tang on my tongue as I did, hoping against all hope that Dean hadn't heard the commotion Sam was making.

"Sam, please, not here-" I growled, shaking my head to warn him to stay quiet.

"Yes, here! Parks, this is serious, okay?! You could have injured yourself! Or done irreparable damage!" he shouted at me, strands of dark brown hair whipping around his face in his frenzy, "You could've lost it, Parker! You could've lost the baby!"

Tears brimmed in my eyes and I tried to blink them back. I was about to respond then when a voice cut me off, sending chills down my spine.

"What baby?"

A thick lump formed in my throat and all went silent. Sam's hazel eyes went wide and I could see the shame on his face, the guilt of letting the secret slip. I let my eyes slide closed, squeezing them shut so hard I saw stars. This wasn't supposed to be the way he found out. Not like this! But as I turned around, my eyes connected to candy-apple green.

The expression on his face was unreadable but part of it was unmistakable - shock. Pure and utter shock. As if the news had just hit him like train. Dean and I didn't break our gaze, even as Sam slipped away unnoticed. I couldn't even form words. What could I even say? Lie and say that it wasn't true? Just up and leave him, raise this baby on my own? I couldn't possibly do either of those things. I didn't even want this child without him, that kind of life without him.

"Are you...you're..." Dean trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.

I could see his mind working in overdrive, trying to sort out what was going on. I bit my lip, heart pounding fast in my chest from anxiety over this. And finally, I just decided to bite the bullet and tell him.

"I'm pregnant, Dean...with your child." I confirmed his thoughts, my words soft as they hung in the air between us.

I hoped he would grin, race over to gather me to his chest, say something. But I felt my heart crack when his eyes fluttered closed, a sigh emitting from his lips. Tears brimmed in my eyes at the sound, threatening to spill over. He...he didn't want this baby... and he probably didn't want me any longer either. Suddenly, anger replaced that sadness that clenched at my chest. I didn't ask for any of this! How dare he be upset with me!

"So that's it then, huh? You don't want it?!" I snapped at him all of a sudden, making those green eyes open up to stare back at me.

"Look, I never-" Dean sighed, taking a breath before continuing as he ran a hand through his short blond hair in frustration, "I never wanted any rugrats, okay? That's not me-"

"-and it is me?! I don't even like kids, Dean!" I screamed at him, throwing my hands in the air in exasperation briefly, "Can you see me changing diapers or buying baby clothes?!"

He fell silent, green eyes glued to the pavement then. I was right and he knew it. Neither of us was ready for something like this. It wasn't just him. I was about to turn away, hot tears gathering in my brown eyes. But a sudden sigh from behind stopped me.

"You didn't let me finish," he said and against my better judgement, I turned back to around to face him.

He took a few steps closer until he was right in front of me. Even in the darkness enveloping us, I could still see every feature on his face. Maybe only because I knew him so well.

"I never wanted that... Honestly, part of me still doesn't..." he shook his head then as if clearing his swirling thoughts, candy-apple green eyes connecting to mine, "And I don't know if I'm ready to be the man I have to be for this..."

My breath hitched in my throat and I squeezed my eyes shut. I prepared myself for the onslaught of hurtful, painful words - how he didn't want this baby, didn't want ME. But for the first time in all the years I've known Dean Winchester, he surprised me.

Calloused hands cupped my face with a gentleness so familiar to me I knew it at once. My eyes fluttered open into emerald orbs that I loved so much.

"But way before all of this...when we first got together..." he told me softly, " I did want that with you. Not with any other girl I've been with but you, Park,"

Tears were streaming down my cheeks, now only to be brushed away with Dean's thumbs. I put my hands over his and he caressed the backs of them with his fingertips.

"And...if you're up for it..." he said, taking a deep breath, "Parker, will you have this baby with me?"

I let out a strangled laugh through my rush of tears and nodded, a smile spreading across my face.

"If you're there?" I asked before nodding, "Yeah,"

A grin split Dean's face and he took me into his arms, spinning me around while I laughed. As soon as my feet hit the ground, Dean smiled down at me in his arms. And gazing up into those precious green eyes...I knew everything was going to be okay. We could do this. Together. I pressed my forehead to his and his smile widened then before he spoke once more.

"Let's go tell Sammy!"