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Looking After You

Pairing: Sam x Pregnant!Reader

Your phone buzzes on the bedside table as you came out of the bathroom, a towel managing to cover you up. 

We’re on our way. 

Bring some caramel slice. Your daughter is craving it again.

You put your phone down where it was to get changed into one of Sam’s flannels and one of your sweatpants.

Minutes pass to have knocks at the door. “That was quick, don’t you think?” you rest a hand on your stomach, feeling a kick against it. Opening the door, it wasn’t the person you were expecting.

A small amount of powder gets blown into your face. Coughing and waving it away, the thump of the body fills your ears.

“(Y/N),” hands cup your face, the blurriness going away and becoming clear. A hand moves off your face to rest against your stomach. 

“I’m fine,” you rest each hand on top of Sam’s. Your skin had become more pale and your body grew more tired.

“Dean.” Sam looks at his brother worriedly. “Take care of them while I take care of this one.” He pushes the witch forward a bit before closing the door and walking over to the Impala.

Helping you into bed, your back facing the edge of the bed, your stomach towards Sam’s space on the bed, he sits at the end, starting to clean out some of his guns.

An hour or two later, you managed to get some food and drinks into your system in that time period.

With your eyes closed and hand on your stomach, Sam puts down the gun cleaner as a sigh escapes from him. He watches your body breathe steadily.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

Sam lies on his side and towards you. His face being the same level as your belly. “What about her?” He moves his hand under your (his) flannel, he caresses his thumb against your skin.

“She’s fine, Sam.”

With your skin coming back to normal colour, your shirt gets risen up more to rest under your breasts and to feel Sam’s lips against where your infant daughter is resting.

“Dean messaged when you were asleep. He said that he killed the witch and that he’s coming back with some diner food.” He moves his head up a bit to glance up at you, who’s looking back down at him.

“I’m feeling better, Sam. Before, my whole body was in pain and she kept kicking me more, but now, she’s calmed down and my body is easing up.”

Just in time, the door opens to show your brother-in-law with diner food bags and keys in both hands. “How are the ladies doing?” He dumps the things down on the table before moving over to you. Sam gets off the bed and to the food as Dean presses a kiss on top of your head before pressing another to the side of your stomach and to feel a kick against his lips.

“Little lady has become more happy and mama lady is feeling better.”

“Good. Man, I hate witches.” He moves to sit on Sam’s side and rests a hand on your stomach, feeling his niece kicking up a storm. “Seems like she agrees with me.” Kissing your head again, he gets up and starts to eat his food, Sam bringing yours and his over to your shared bed.

Sitting against the backrest, you stop yourself from biting your burger, you ask, “Where’s the caramel slice?”

Sam puts his food down. “I’ll go get it.”