#assbuttsimagining

“Really? This one?” Sam questioned, looking at himself in the suit jacket you picked out for him.

    “Is this enough?” you asked, showing the boys your bullet.

    “Looks good.” Sam said. 

Dean handed you a little metal rod. “Don’t forget to pack it down good. I gotta say, you’re doing a hell of a lot better than Sam did his first time. 

Sam rolled his eyes. 

    “Good?” you whispered to Sam, who sat next to you. 

    “Amazing.” he responded. 

Sam had told you about his home life with his father and brothers, so you knew he’d probably never had a “home cooked meal” besides his father’s famous chili. 

You made a mental note to invite Sam over again. 

    “This was my favorite shirt.” you frowned, looking down at your exposed belly. 

Sam shuffled through his dresser and pulled out a red flannel. “This is my favorite shirt and you can have it.” Sam smiled, handing you the shirt. “And don’t worry, yours will fit again after the baby is born, it’s just temporary.” Sam said, kissing you gently on the forehead.

    “What about this one?” you asked, stepping out of the dressing room stall. 

Dean turned to see you in a bathing suit, a black top and bottom. For a moment he was silent, he’d never seen you like this before. 

    “I- it fits great. he said quickly. 

Turning around, you showed him your back side. “It doesn’t show to much of my butt does it?” you asked with a smile.

In your bedroom, you were surprised to see Dean sleeping peacefully in your bed. You didn’t mind. It was sweet seeing him so calm and relaxed. Not wanting to disturb your friend, you didn’t wake him and ask him to move to the couch. Instead you crawled in the bed next to him and quickly joined him in unconsciousness. 

    “Come on, Sam’s not here. You’re not going to make me watch it by myself are you? And who am I going to share all this beer with, if not you?”

You sighed. “Fine, but don’t be mad if I fall asleep before it’s over.” you smiled.

    “Deal.” Dean said.