Dean Winchester X Reader Pregnant Novels & Stories

"Yes, Grace, you're pregnant. Happy birthday! This is truly a special day for you. Congratulations, my dear." Overwhelmed with emotion, Grace leapt from the examination table and threw her arms around Ava, holding her tightly. They laughed and cried together, sharing in the joy of this precious moment. After all the disappointment and heartache, this pregnancy was a beacon of hope, a symbol of new beginnings.

she pauses. "Okay?... So what's the news?" I ask, a bit slow on the uptake. "I'm pregnant, Dean," she reveals, and the silence on the wavelength is palpable. She hears nothing from me for what feels like two long minutes. Panic creeps in, making her think, "Oh no, I was certain he'd be ecstatic about this." Finally, I respond, "Sorry, I was feeding your surprise. Are you serious? Are you saying that the legends are coming true?"

"What are you going to name them?" "I'm not sure yet, but I'll have to talk it over with Felix," Anna explains. Felix has a smug look on his face while he watches his mate bounce with excitement. His eyes slowly turn black and Dean looks at him. He puts a hand on Felix's chest. "Slow down big guy. She's pregnant and with her family whom she hasn't seen in what probably feels like forever." Dean whispers. The women are too excited over the baby to even notice us men. But I can see why he'd no doubt want to grab Anna and carry her off. I almost couldn't tear my eyes away from Eliza's chest.

Celeste smiled as she hugged his neck and asked, "What happened to you recently?" "Why do you come back this early every day?" Dean raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong? Don't you want to see me, baby?" Celeste pushed him for a moment, "Tell me about this matter, don't divert the topic. Tell me, what's going on? You who were such a workaholic, the president of Davis Company suddenly changed for the better. You have to tell me honestly, if you don't want to be suspected." This little girl was so smart that Dean couldn't hide her pregnancy any longer. Dean, who admired his girlfriend very much and said, "I have something to tell you."

He huffs and kisses her temple, “Can I show them the book?” She looks at him, “There’s a section on pregnancy, maybe it’ll help.” She nods and he gets up and finds the book in their bags and stands to one side and tries to find the section he’d seen before. Serena scoffs, “If it’s about pregnancy, I know it all.” He sighs, “This is about Phoenixes, including their pregnancies. It might be different information.” She looks up, then at the book, then nods,

“What am I thinking? You’re pregnant—you can’t drink.” Christy, still tense, waited until he seemed calmer. “What are we going to do about the pregnancy?” she asked. “You’re keeping it, of course,” Winchester replied without hesitation. He paused, thoughtful, then added, “For now, let’s make sure Franklin doesn’t find out. And your parents—we should tell them when we meet and talk to them about us.” Hearing this, Christy felt some of the pressure ease. Meanwhile, Franklin was making plans to propose to Christy, unaware she was already pregnant by his father. He’d rented an entire bar for the occasion.

"You looked much better last night." "You’re flirting with me," I accused. "Yes," he murmured. "You now have got my interest, beautiful lady." My legs wobbled. Grayson caught me, his hands firm on my waist. "You can’t," I breathed. "I’m married, I can not betray Jimmy!" His expression darkened. "Him?" He scoffed, stepping back. "Think about it, Lilith. I’ll be waiting for your answer." With that, he turned and walked away.

***Melissa pov**** A knock on my door broke me from my slumber. I groaned covering my head with the comforter. I was having an amazing dream that Dean asked me to be his wife and I was pregnant with his firstborn baby then boom somebody just had to knock. "Come in!" I finally said when the knocking kept on getting annoying. "Hey baby, good morning," I heard the voice that belonged to non-other than Dean, my Dean I shot up from my bed and sure enough, he was right there standing by my bed.

Wasn't it? Seven weeks ago was also the night Dean and I had made love in his office after hours, slow and desperate and bare because we’d run out of condoms and neither of us cared. Two men. One tiny heartbeat. I turned my head slowly and met Dean’s eyes. He was staring at the screen like he’d been handed the entire world on a fragile plate. Tears tracked silently down his cheeks. He brought my hand to his lips, kissed my knuckles over and over. “We’re having a baby,” he whispered, voice reverent, broken open with joy.

He was reading our movements and in a matter of seconds, I knew he was going to know I was pregnant. The hairs on my skin stood erect, I felt breathless. My face blotched red as I gulped repeatedly. Deej suddenly cackled, moving to stand in front. “You depraved, sick, twisted motherfucker!” “That's not the question I asked.” Chris echoed. “And you're not going to get the answer.” Deej fired back. “So what if I'm pregnant? Does that change the fact that you are a phony jerk?” My eyes widened and my brows raised high. Chris’ jaws dropped open, his eyes gaping in unbelief. He glanced at her stomach as soon as Deej rubbed her hands on her stomach.