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“P-pregnant? Like with a baby?” He stutters after a solid 30 seconds of him staring dumbfounded.
“No Dean, a litter of puppies. Yes a baby, and yes it’s yours.” KC sighs, fighting tears. “I get it though, we were just fooling around, it will be my problem. There’s a diner in town hiring and I have experience, if you guys let me stay here through the pregnancy, I can save up some money and get my own place and be out of your hair.” She stated the plan she had cooked up in the week she’d known of her pregnancy.
“What?” He says, harsher than he intends. He stands from her bed as his face scrunches up and a hand comes to run over his face.
“OK, I have a little money saved… I guess I could go now if-” KS starts but he interrupts her as he falls to his knees in front of KC, grabbing her hands in his own.
“KC, wait. I don’t want you to leave… I know we never really defined what we are… You… you're my best friend and I couldn’t deal without you.” He presses his lips to her hands “I…I’ve never really thought about all this… But I don’t want you to leave. Either of you” He choked out, his voice scratchy with emotion. As he speaks the last words he almost scrambles forward, dropping her hands to wrap his arms around her waist and lightly press his forehead to her stomach. This was unexpected.
“What are we gonna do?” She whispers, letting her hands move up to run through his hair. He brings his head up to look at her and she swears his eyes are greener than usual at this moment.
“I don’t know… but can we agree to be in this together?” He asks and she swallows her emotion back as she nods, hugging him to her stomach tight. Holding him feels so unbelievably right as a weight is lifted from her chest. KC pulls away and brings a hand up to wipe at her eyes as she laughs at herself.
“Stupid hormones.” She says, and he chuckles along before standing, never letting go of her before brushing some hair out of her face, leaning in, and pressing his lips to hers softly as he holds her tight against him. They both stand there, lazily kissing and caressing. They are simply sitting in the moment, everything staying chaste. KC can barely remember times before this they were like this. She hopes it happens more.
“Hey Y/N, have you seen- oh! sorry guys.” Sam interrupts before exiting quickly and KC pulls away to watch his retreat, making eye contact with Dean again.
“Yea, how we gonna tell Sammy?” He asks and she cringes. God damnit.