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Hunting isn’t Forever
Dean moved quietly around the old barn. He was hunting a vampire with his dad and he knew that he had to be really quiet. As Dean crept towards the door he heard a branch snap behind him. The twenty-one year old quickly turned, swinging his machete. Unfortunately, the vampire was faster and they easily evaded Deans swing. A second later the young man was being thrown against the barn. Dean gasped in pain but pushed himself to his feet. He lunged towards the vampire, ready to swing again, however a second vampire took him down before he could do anything.
One minute Dean was glaring at a vampire ready to cut their head off, the next minute he was lying on the ground staring up at a female vampire who was straddling his body. Dean moved to get up, but he was pinned and the vampire was dangerously close to his neck, teeth bared. The young man began to panic, thinking he was about to get bit. Just as the vampire leaned forward to bite him, her head dropped to the ground next to Deans face and her body went limp on top of him. Dean pushed the body off in disgust and pushed himself into a sitting position. As the adrenaline started to wear off Dean realized that his left leg was in excruciating pain.
“Get up Dean, we gotta burn these bodies before anyone finds them.” John said gruffly.
Dean looked up at his dad and shook his head, he didn’t think he could get up. His leg hurt bad and he was sure that it was broken.
“I don’t know if I can. I think when the vamp dragged me down, she broke my leg.” Dean said.
“Then sit tight. I’m gonna go burn these bodies. I’ll come back and look at your leg when I’m done.” John said. The older man hefted the two bodies over his shoulder and carried them into the nearby field. Dean watched as his dad gathered up dry grass, leaves, and sticks to use as kindling and piled it all on top of the bodies before lighting them. As soon as John was sure the bodies were burning he walked back over to his son; using the edge of his machete he cut open the leg of Dean’s jeans to get a look at his leg. The thick fabric was soaked in blood, letting John know that if the leg wasn’t broken it would definitely need stitches. The older man turned on his flashlight and held it up so he could see Dean’s leg, blood was dripping from a spot on his shin where John could see the broken bone.
“Son of a bitch!” Dean exclaimed. His eyes were wide as he stared at his leg. “I didn’t even realize it was that bad when it happened.”
“Adrenaline.” John said in way of explanation. “We’ll have to get you to a hospital. I can’t fix this one.”
John used the end of Dean’s jeans to cover the wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding, then he helped Dean stand and limp back to his truck. Dean climbed awkwardly into the back seat, sitting sideways so he could prop his foot up on the seat. John climbed into the driver’s seat and began the drive to the nearest hospital.
“I’m gonna leave you here. I’ll have Bobby come get you and you can stay with him until that leg heals.” John said. Dean nodded; he hadn’t expected his dad to stay with him while he wasn’t able to hunt. Hunting was everything to John and it always came first. John reached behind him to hand Dean a credit card. “Use this to pay for whatever needs to be done. That card has a $40,000 limit on it and I’ve never used it.”
Dean nodded again and pushed himself out of the truck, careful not to land on his left leg. As soon as he was on the ground, the older man took off, leaving Dean to limp into the emergency room by himself. As he walked through the doors two nurses spotted him and immediately got him into a wheelchair and back to a room. He told the nurses that he got hurt while hiking. After a few minutes the doctor stepped into the room to examine Dean’s leg and informed him that he would need surgery immediately. They took Dean back into the operating room and put him under.
When Dean woke he was in a white room and he could hear the rhythmic beeping indicating his heart rate. Dean blinked against the bright light near him and glanced around the room. There wasn’t much to it, a painting of a forest was hung on the wall opposite him and to the right and directly in front of him was a T.V. with some cowboy movie playing on it. Dean glanced to his left and saw an older man (older than his dad) snoring in the chair by the wall. Dean studied the man for a moment, his groggy brain not really processing anything. Dean gave up on trying to figure out who he was and leaned back again, closing his eyes to fall back asleep.
“Dad, I got you some coffee.” A voice said loudly, preventing Dean from falling asleep. Dean opened his eyes again in search of the owner of the voice. His eyes were drawn to a figure in the doorway. The voice belonged to this figure, but Dean didn’t know who they were. The figure stepped into the room where Dean could see them. They were younger than Dean, probably late teens with floppy brown hair, bright hazel eyes, and a tall lanky body.
“Sam?” The man in the chair questioned before waking up fully. “Dean, you’re awake!” The man exclaimed. The voice hit Dean and he suddenly knew who the man was, it was Bobby Singer, his dads old Marine buddy. Dean had met Bobby a few times when he was younger, but he hadn’t seen the man since he was thirteen.
“Hey Bobby.” Dean said. His voice sounded rough, like he’d been gargling with nails.
“How ya feelin’ boy?” Bobby asked.
“Tired, and numb.” Dean replied.
“Yer daddy said ya got hurt and needed a place to stay while you healed up. He didn’t say what happened.” Bobby said. “I’m guessin’ ya messed with the wrong monster.”
“Vamps, I was trying to kill one and the other one took me down first.” Dean said. “Fucked my leg up bad I guess.”
“Yeah, doctor says you’ll be in a cast for eight weeks, then you’ll need a month of physical therapy to get your strength back.” Bobby said. Dean raised an eyebrow, that was at least three months of no hunting, it would be like a vacation.
“So, I guess I’m stayin’ with you.” Dean stated, his eyes moving from Bobby to the teenager.
“Boy, you keep it in yer pants.” Bobby growled. “My boy is off limits.”
“Don’t worry Bobby, he’s not my type.” Dean said. “My type has boobs.”
Six Weeks Later
Dean limped into Bobby’s office and dropped into the chair opposite the older man. Bobby was on the phone with a customer so Dean waited until he was finished. He’d been wanting to talk to Bobby about what had been on his mind for the last several days but he wasn’t sure how to bring it up.
Bobby hung up the phone, grabbed a notepad from the middle drawer of his desk and a pen and quickly scrawled out a sloppy note, which he immediately handed to Dean. Dean took the note and placed it in the breast pocket of the black uniform shirt he was wearing; the shirt said Singers Auto on the back.
“Did ya need somethin’?” Bobby asked.
“Can we talk?” Dean asked.
“Sure, what’s goin’ on?”
“I want to retire from hunting. The last few weeks working in the shop with you have been amazing, but I’m worried that all I’m good at is hunting. Hell, I didn’t even graduate high school.” Dean said. “My whole life I’ve been hunting with my dad. I was barely nine when he taught me to shoot. The first hunt I went on was when I was eleven.”
“Dean, you are smart. You could do whatever you want, if you just applied yourself.” Bobby said. “You could even go to college.”
“I would never get accepted.” Dean muttered. “I dropped out of school when I was a sophomore.”
“So, get your GED.” Bobby replied. Dean stared at Bobby like he’d grown an extra head. He’d never thought about getting his GED, he’d failed most of his classes as a freshman and a sophomore. There was no way he could complete his GED, let alone attend college.
“Bobby, I’m a high school dropout who never got an A in his life. The best grade I ever got in school was a C- on a history assignment that I copied off the internet.”
“I bet you fifty bucks you could get your GED and be accepted into a college.” Bobby said, knowing the young man wouldn’t back down from a challenge.
“Fine. You’re on.” Dean said.
That night Dean sat with Sam on his bed as they looked up the requirements for completing a GED. The two of them had become very close during the last six weeks and Dean was fighting back his feelings for the teenager. He’d admitted to himself that he was bisexual when he was sixteen but hadn’t told anyone else. At the moment Dean was having a hard time concentrating on the website, Sam had placed himself as close to Dean as he could without sitting in the man’s lap. Their legs were touching from hip to feet (at least as close to Sam’s feet as Dean could get considering the seventeen year old was several inches taller than him).
“Dean?” Sam questioned. Dean turned his focus on the rich hazel eyes that always distracted him. “Did you hear me?”
“Uh, no.” Dean admitted.
“I said, it might be easier and cheaper if you just make up all the credits you are missing and get your diploma.” Sam said.
“That’s a lot of credits.” Dean whined. “How the hell am I supposed to do that?”
“I can help you.” Sam said. “I’m a straight A student.”
“Bitch.” Dean muttered, there was no heat in the word at all. Sam grinned and bumped Dean with his shoulder.
“Jerk.” Sam retorted.
Dean looked over at Sam again, the seventeen year old was staring back at him with a look in his eyes that Dean was so accustomed to seeing; but never from Sam. The teenagers’ eyes were full of lust and Dean felt himself start to get hard. Sam slowly leaned closer to Dean, giving the man a chance to back away before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. The kiss was shy at first, Sam waiting for Dean to leave, but he didn’t. Instead, Dean surged forward, deepening the kiss and adding an intensity that left the teenager whining in need. Dean pulled Sam to him, helping the teenager straddle his hips, their hard cocks brushed against each other through the fabric of their jeans and Sam whimpered. The teenager rolled his hips, lightly grinding against Dean.
“I can’t.” Dean muttered against Sam’s lips. “Your dad would kill me.”
“He doesn’t have to know.” Sam muttered back, rolling his hips again. Dean let out a soft moan and his hands moved to Sam’s hips, encouraging him to keep grinding on him. Sam started moving faster, trying to get more friction on his cock. Dean let out a groan, his head falling back against the wooden headboard on Sam’s bed; he hadn’t been dry humped through his jeans since he was a young teenager and watching Sam do it now was hot.
“D-Dean. I need more.” Sam whimpered.
“Okay baby.” Dean replied quietly. He moved Sam to his side and kissed him softly while he unbuttoned the teenagers’ jeans and pulled them and his boxers down his legs. While he was undressing Sam’s lower half the teenager pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. Dean groaned once more, Sam may have been a lanky kid, but there were hints of muscle developing and Dean could tell that Sam was going to bulk up. The man moved his mouth to Sam’s neck, sucking a mark low enough that the collar of his shirts would cover it, then he moved down, running his tongue over one of Sam’s nipples. Sam gasped quietly and his dick twitched where it was lying on his stomach. Dean continued his exploration of Sam’s body, licking his way down the teenager’s chest, to his stomach, skipping over his leaking cock and stopping on his muscular thighs. Dean sucked a mark into Sam’s inner thigh, near his groin.
“Dean.” Sam whined. He desperately wanted Dean to do something with his painfully hard erection. Without any warning, Dean engulfed Sam’s thick cock in his mouth, taking it all the way to the back of his throat and burying his nose in the soft brown curls that surrounded the base. Sam moaned loudly, his eyes closing as his head hit the headboard. Dean pulled off of Sam’s dick and moved up to kiss Sam again.
“You’ve gotta stay quiet or we’re going to get caught.” Dean muttered. Sam nodded, watching as Dean moved back down and took his dick back into his mouth. Sam moaned again; this time muffled by his fist in his mouth. Dean looked up, green met hazel and Sam was done, he came with a shout of Dean’s name, his release spurting down Dean’s throat and Dean happily swallowed everything Sam gave him. Once Sam’s body went limp, Dean pulled off his dick and slid back up the bed to kiss the teenager. Sam kissed him back, moaning at the taste of his cum in Dean’s mouth.
“How was that?” Dean asked, even though he knew the answer based on Sam’s reaction.
“Amazing.” Sam replied. “Better than any other orgasm.”
“What righty can’t give you that satisfaction?” Dean teased, knowing that Sam had never had sex.
“No, and its lefty that can’t. Righty never gets the chance.” Sam replied with a grin. Dean let out a loud laugh at that. Sam leaned forward again, pressing a hot kiss to Dean’s lips. Dean happily kissed him back, enjoying the feel of the teenagers’ lips on his. The sound of feet on the stairs had them jumping apart and Sam scrambling to get dressed. Sam managed to be completely dressed and sat casually on his bed just as his dad stepped into the room. Dean had pulled the laptop to him in an effort to hide his erection tenting his jeans.
“What are you boys up to in here?” Bobby asked gruffly. “I heard Sam yell.”
“Dean pushed me off the bed.” Sam lied smoothly. “We were arguing about whether Dean should settle with getting his GED or if he should complete his missing credits and get his diploma.” Bobby raised an eyebrow, not completely believing his son; Dean was flushed, wouldn’t look at him, and looked to be holding the laptop down like it would fly away if he didn’t.
“Alright, keep this door open.” Bobby said as he backed out of the room.
“Yes sir.” Sam replied. As soon as Bobby was out of ear shot Dean let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and Sam giggled.
“Guess we should wait until my dad isn’t home to do something like that again.” Sam said with a grin.
“You, you want to do it again?” Dean asked, surprised. He’d thought that Sam had just kissed him because he was a horny teenager.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” Sam asked. Dean shrugged, not wanting to voice his insecurities. “We just have to make sure my dad isn’t home.”
“Or…” Dean paused for a moment. “We could do it in my car once my leg is out of this damn cast.”
“But that could take forever.” Sam whined. “I don’t want to wait.” Dean chuckled at that, Sam looked and sounded like a child when he whined like that.
“I get it off in two weeks. I’m sure lefty can take care of you for two weeks.” Dean said. Sam pouted but didn’t argue. The conversation was dropped for a moment and Dean looked back at the computer, still showing the webpage with the information on obtaining his diploma.
Later that night Dean was scrolling through the webpage, he clicked on the enroll button and typed in his information. He hadn’t really thought about enrolling in the online school to complete his credits, but when he hit submit he knew he was making the right choice. Three days later, Dean received an email stating that he’d been accepted and to send them his high school transcript. The man immediately called the last school he had attended and had them send his transcript to his email which he then sent to the alternative online school.
Three Months Later
Dean stared at the laptop in front of him. The algebra question on the screen didn’t make any sense and he was getting frustrated. He’d always hated math when he was in school, doing it online was so much worse. After reading the instructions seven times in a row, the man gave and slammed the laptop closed with a frustrated growl. He stood up, grabbed his jacket (it was nearing the end of October and the air had turned crisp and cool), and stomped out to the scrap yard behind Bobby’s house. He grabbed a sledgehammer from the shed and found a particularly beat up car. The man raised the hammer above his head and swung it down, letting the heavy metal head collide with the rear window of the car. Glass rained down around him, some even cutting into the exposed skin on his hands and face. Dean swung again, bringing the hammer down on the trunk of the car, the sound of metal on metal echoing through the scrap yard.
Dean kept hitting the car over and over until his arms were sore. When he finally ran out of energy the man slid to the ground and let out a sob. He didn’t know why he decided to finish high school, he’d never paid attention in school or even attended enough to have learned much. Dean took a deep, shaky breath and leaned his head back against the beat up car, trying to compose himself. He listened to the sounds of the birds in the surrounding trees and the bubbling of the stream that ran the length of Bobby’s yard and the scrap yard.
“Dean!” Sam called from the yard. “You out here?”
Dean quickly wiped away the few stray tears that had escaped and stood up. He didn’t want Sam to know he’d been crying. The teenager clambered over the top of one of the cars and grinned when he spotted the man. That smile did things to Dean, every time the teenager smiled at him his heart would pound in his chest, threatening to beat right out of his body.
“What are you doing out here?” Sam asked.
“I just needed a release, so I came out here to do some demo.” Dean replied. Sam raised an eyebrow, his eyes moving from the sledgehammer hanging limply by Dean’s side to the beat up car behind the man.
“There’s a better way to get that release.” Sam said coyly. Dean flashed a grin at Sam and took a step closer to the teenager.
“Yeah, and how would you propose I do that?” Dean asked.
“Well, there’s a lot of cars out here, some of them have pretty large backseats.” Sam hinted. “Maybe, you could take a certain person to one of these cars and have your way with them.”
“Hmm…” Dean pretended to be thinking. “Maybe I will.” He grabbed Sam’s hand and pulled the teenager to the back of the scrap yard where he knew there was an old RV sitting. After making sure the bed in the RV wasn’t full of bugs or rodents, Dean pulled Sam down next to him, kissing the teenager deeply, his tongue plunging into Sam’s mouth, tasting him. Sam let out a small moan and rolled so he was on top of Dean. Dean’s hands moved to Sam’s hips, pulling him down against him, their clothed dicks brushing against each other. Sam groaned quietly, grinding himself against Dean. Dean moved his mouth from Sam’s and up to his ear. “You don’t have to be quiet. No one can hear us.” Dean muttered. Sam shivered and turned his head to the side, silently begging Dean to kiss his neck.
“Dean please.” Sam whined. He didn’t know what he was begging for, but he wanted something. Dean however, seemed to know exactly what Sam needed. The man rolled them over, putting himself on top of Sam and kissing him hungrily. While he was kissing the teenager, Dean unbuttoned and unzipped Sam’s jeans, tugging them down with one hand. After a moment they had to pull away in order to strip the remainder of their clothes. Once they were both naked, Dean moved down Sam’s body, skipping over his rock hard erection and lifting his legs to gain access to his ass. Deans tongue lapped at Sam’s hole, making the teenager whine loudly. Sams hand moved down to his cock, gripping it firmly before starting to stroke himself. Dean immediately swatted the teenagers hand away with a growl.
“I wanna make you come untouched.” Dean growled out. Sam whimpered but nodded, keeping his hands off himself. “How do you feel about my dick in your ass?” Sam’s eyes widened, for the last few weeks the teenager had been begging Dean to fuck him, but the man kept telling him to wait.
“Fuck, Dean please.” Sam begged. Dean grinned and reached down to his jeans on the floor. He pulled out a small bottle of lube and popped the cap, pouring some directly on Sam’s hole. Dean watched as the muscles tensed in reaction to the cold lube before he lubed up his fingers and slid one in, stopping when he reached the second knuckle.
“You okay, Sammy?” Dean asked. Sam gave a small nod, he was focusing on a spot on the ceiling, trying to breathe deeply through the unfamiliar intrusion. “Let me know if you need me to stop.” Sam nodded again and Dean pushed his finger in the rest of the way. He began slowly moving his finger inside Sam’s tight hole. After a moment he slid in a second one and started moving his fingers around, searching for the bundle of nerves that would have Sam falling apart. He knew he’d found it when the teenager let out a loud moan and his muscles tightened around Deans fingers.
“Holy shit, what was that?” Sam asked. Dean grinned and pressed on the nerves again, making Sams body spasm.
“Prostate baby.” Dean said. “Makes you lose your mind when its touched.” Dean started fucking Sam with his fingers, adding two more without the teenager even noticing. The man opened him up, loving the way that Sam was moaning and whining like a whore.
“Dean, get the fuck in me now.” Sam groaned. “Fuck me please.”
“Okay baby.” Dean muttered. He pulled his fingers out and lubed up his dick before slowly pressing the head into Sam’s hole. He stopped when he was a quarter of the way in, watching Sams face for any discomfort. When he didn’t show any Dean continued to push in until he’d bottomed out, his balls resting against Sam’s ass. Deans’ legs shook with the effort of holding still, but he wanted Sam to adjust to the feeling of his cock in his ass.
“You can move.” Sam said. He looked up at Dean with a small smile, his hazel eyes clouded with lust and Dean groaned. He pulled out so just the tip of his dick was inside Sam and shoved back in roughly, nailing the teenager’s prostate. Sam let out a shout of pleasure and dug his heels into Dean’s thighs where they were resting. Dean changed positions slightly and placed both of Sam’s legs over his shoulders so he could thrust into Sam easier. The man set a hard, fast pace, pounding into Sam. Sam was letting out a constant stream of ‘yes, fuck, Dean, harder’ and Dean happily obliged.
“Dean!” Sam yelled; the teenager was close to coming. Dean could tell by the way his thighs were shaking next to Deans face. The man wasn’t far behind the teenager, his own orgasm just barely out of reach.
“Come for me Sammy.” Dean muttered before pressing his lips to Sam’s, still thrusting into him roughly. Sam came with a moan of Dean’s name and the twenty-one year old followed him seconds later, spilling his release inside Sam. For a moment neither of them moved, the only sound in the beat up RV was their heavy breathing. Once Dean gained control of his body again he gently pulled out of Sam and dropped onto the bed next to him.
“That was amazing.” Sam said. He rolled to his side and pressed a gentle kiss to Dean’s cheek. “We definitely have to do that more often,” Dean grinned and turned so he could kiss Sam’s lips.
“We’ll have to find a good time to do it.” Dean said. “I’m pretty sure if your dad found out I was fucking you, that shotgun of his would be on my head, ready to shoot.”
“You’re probably not far off.” Sam chuckled. “Right now, though, we should probably get dressed and get inside.” Dean looked at the watch on his wrist, it was nearly 6:30. Bobby would be home in fifteen minutes.
“Yeah, your dad will be home soon. Plus, I still have work to do.” Dean sighed.
“I can help you with it if you need.” Sam said. Dean shrugged, not really responding. Sam chose not to push it and stood to pull on his clothes. Dean followed him and the two of them walked back up to the house, reaching the yard right as Bobby pulled up to the house.
November 12th
Dean wiped his greasy hands on an equally greasy rag and yelled for the guy in the car he’d been working on, to turn it on. The old car cranked, sputtered, and died; the same thing it had done an hour ago when it was brought in. Dean growled, frustrated that he couldn’t figure out what was wrong with the car. It wasn’t like Dean was inexperienced, John had taught him how to fix cars when he was twelve years old, just in case he ever needed to help with something. He’d also rebuilt his 1967 Chevy Impala from the ground up, completely on his own.
“Maybe you could have the boss look at it.” Charles suggested. Charles was one of the newest employees at Bobby’s auto shop and he wasn’t Dean’s favorite person. Charles was a kiss ass and spent most of his time bending over backward to get Bobby to like him.
“I’d rather prove to Bobby that I can do this on my own.” Dean said. “Plus, it’s not like I don’t know what I’m doing, there’re a lot of reasons for a car not working. I just haven’t found the right one yet.”
“Fine, I’ll go let the boss know that you refuse help and can’t fix the damn car.” Charles pouted and stormed off. Dean rolled his eyes but otherwise didn’t acknowledge the man. Moments later Bobby walked up; Charles following along like a lost puppy.
“Need help boy?” Bobby asked.
“Maybe.” Dean admitted. He looked up at the older man, trying to ignore Charles grinning like the Cheshire Cat in the background. Dean explained to Bobby what the issue was and what he had already tried. Bobby stepped up next to Dean, looking at the obviously neglected engine of the car.
“Call it a loss.” Bobby said. “Call the customer and let them know that you tried everything but couldn’t get it to start. Ask them what they want to do with the car.”
“Sure, I’ll do that now.” Dean said. He pulled down the hood of the car and headed into Bobby’s office to call the customer. As he was talking to the customer, Caleb, one of his dads’ hunting buddies stepped into the office; he looked tired and stressed. Dean motioned for Caleb to sit down without breaking the conversation he was having over the phone. Once he was done he turned to Caleb.
“Hey Caleb, everything okay?” Dean asked.
“Dean, your dads missing.” Caleb said. Dean raised an eyebrow; it wasn’t unusual for John to disappear for several days with no word; he always turned up after a while.
“Missing?” Dean asked. “It’s not like he’s never done this before.”
“No one’s seen or heard from him in a month.” Caleb said. “He went on a solo hunt in September. George and I went looking for him after two weeks, found his motel room. The research he had in there, pointed to a Rougarou.”
“Dad was hunting a Rougarou by himself?” Dean exclaimed before lowering his voice. “We wouldn’t even be able to hunt one with the two of us. A Rougarou hunt would require at least four or five experienced hunters.”
“Yeah, that’s why I came to you. You’re one of the best hunters and you know your dad. We’ve already got six other hunters willing to help out, but we need your expertise.” Caleb said. Dean took a deep breath, he hadn’t hunted in months, not since June when he broke his leg.
“Caleb I haven’t hunted in months.” Dean said. “I’ve retired.”
“I’m sorry boy, but you know as well as I do that we’ll never find John without your help.” Caleb said. Dean took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.
“Okay, but you gotta give me at least a day to discuss stuff with Bobby.” Dean said, thinking about Sam.
“Meet me at the Blue Shell Motel.” Caleb said. Dean nodded and sat back in Bobby’s chair. He was worried about his dad, but his relationship with Sam was so new that he was afraid him leaving would ruin it. The office door creaked open and Bobby stepped in.
“Did ya get a hold of the customer?” Bobby asked.
“Uh, yeah. They said we could take it for scrap.” Dean muttered.
“You okay boy?” Bobby asked. The old man sat down across from Dean, looking concerned. Dean looked up at the man with a frown.
“No, not really. Um, my dads missing.” Dean said. “He went on a solo hunt for a Rougarou in September and no ones seen or heard from him since.”
“Yer daddy went after a Rougarou on his own?” Bobby asked. “He should know better!”
“Yeah, I guess Calebs got a whole group together to look for him, but he wants me to come along and help.” Dean said. “I have to go find my dad, but I’m worried about not being able to finish school, not having my job.”
“Your job will still be here when you get back, I promise you that, and your school allows you to work at your own pace, you should be okay. Go find yer dad.” Bobby said. Dean nodded and gave the man a hug before hurrying out to his car. Rather than driving home he headed to the high school, Sam would be out in five minutes and he needed to talk to the teenager. The school bell rang and there was a rush of teenagers. Dean stepped out of the car and leaned against the hood, crossing his arms. He watched the teenagers flow out of the building, a grin appearing on his face when Sam stepped out the door. Sam walked up to Dean with a matching grin. He wrapped his arms around Deans neck and kissed him. Dean wrapped his arms around Sam’s waist, pulling him in close so that their hips were pressed together.
“What are you doing here?” Sam asked.
“Can’t I just come surprise you?” Dean asked kissing the teenager deeply.
“You can, but I’ve got a feeling you have another reason for this surprise.” Sam said, a little breathless.
“Yeah, I need to talk to you.” Dean said. He led Sam to the passenger side of his car before getting in the driver’s seat. He was quiet while he drove, not entirely sure where he was going or how to tell Sam that he was leaving. He finally parked near a grove of trees two miles from the city. The two of them got out of the car and found a clearing where they could sit.
“What’s going on Dean?” Sam asked.
“Sammy, I um.” Dean hesitated. “How much do you know about hunting?”
“Not much, I know that there are monsters out there but I don’t know anything about them.” Sam said. Dean nodded, trying to figure out how to tell Sam what was going on without saying too much.
“You know that my dad and I are hunters right?” Dean asked.
“Yeah.” Sam replied slowly.
“Well, my dad is missing. He was hunting one of the worst monsters on his own. No one has seen or heard from him in a month at least. I was asked to help a group of other hunters go find him.” Dean said.
“You’re leaving.” Sam muttered quietly. It wasn’t a question, Sam understood what Dean was trying to say.
“Just until I find my dad.” Dean said. “Then I will be back.”
Sam suddenly lunged forward, knocking Dean to the ground as he kissed the man deeply. Dean wrapped his arms around Sam’s body, holding the teenager close. Dean could feel the desperation in Sam’s movements and the way he was kissing Dean like he needed the man to breathe. After a long moment they pulled apart, gasping for air. Sam placed his forehead against Dean’s while he tried to catch his breath.
“Make love to me.” Sam whispered against Dean’s lips, kissing him again. While they were kissing, Dean began to slowly undress Sam, running his hands on the warm skin. Sam pulled away and started pulling Dean’s clothes off of him, kissing the newly exposed skin. Dean rolled, putting Sam on his back in the grass. The man slowly opened Sam up, keeping his lips pressed to Sam’s the whole time. Once Sam was open, Dean lubed up his dick and slid in. He took his time, thrusting slowly and gently while the two of them continued kissing. When they finally came, their orgasms reached their peak at the same time; moaning into each other’s mouths. Dean pressed his forehead against Sam’s, his eyes closed.
“I love you Dean.” Sam whispered. “You don’t have to say it back, but I want you to know.”
“I love you too Sammy.” Dean whispered back.
The two of them lay in the grass, wrapped in each other’s arms for nearly two hours. Neither one was willing to move or even talk, for fear of ruining the feeling they had in the quiet clearing. Nature, however, had a different plan and with no warning, the clouds dumped freezing rain on them. Dean and Sam rushed to pull on their clothes and hurried to the Impala. Dean drove back to Bobbys where they showered together; taking their time to kiss, touch, and love each other.
December 1st
Sam groaned as his stomach rolled once again. Since waking up, the teenager had been feeling nauseous off and on all day. He pressed his face against the wall of the stall, willing away the nausea. The bathroom door squeaked open, bringing in a smell that had Sam quickly leaning forward to throw up in the porcelain bowl. Once he was done, the teenager sat back on his heels, feeling slightly better than he had before. The smell was still in the bathroom, but fortunately it wasn’t making Sam want to vomit again, it just didn’t smell appealing. The teenager pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a quick text to his dad, letting him know that he needed to go home because he was sick.
Bobby picked Sam up fifteen minutes later, taking the teenager straight home and instructing him to take a warm shower before relaxing in bed. Sam did as he was told without arguing, he had been feeling exhausted for the last two weeks anyways. Sam was woken two hours later by his phone ringing. The teenager picked it up without looking at who was calling and answered.
“Hello?” Sam asked, sounding groggy.
“Hey Sammy.” Deans voice came through the speaker. “Were you sleeping?”
“Yeah.” Sam replied.
“Shouldn’t you be leaving school right now?” Dean asked. Sam yawned and sat up, trying not to fall back asleep.
“I got sick at school today.” Sam said. “I’ve been asleep for a while.”
“Are you okay?” Dean asked, the concern obvious in his voice. Sam smiled; he loved the way Dean always made sure he was taken care of.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Just a stomach bug.” Sam replied. “How’s the hunt going?”
“We’ve got a general idea of where the thing is hiding, about a twelve mile radius in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere.” Dean replied. “My dad’s notes were really helpful in finding where to look. Hopefully we find them both soon and I can come back home.”
“I hope so too.” Sam said. “I miss you a lot.”
“I miss you too Sammy.” Dean replied.
The two of them talked for another hour, just catching up, before Sam had to get off the phone because he was nauseous again and had to run to the bathroom to throw up.
Sam sat on the worn linoleum in his bathroom, his head hovering above the porcelain toilet bowl; a position he had become all too familiar with over the last two weeks. The teenager was getting tired of feeling sick all the time and he wasn’t sure what to do to fix it. The bathroom door opened and Bobby appeared in the doorway. Sam turned to look at his dad, before turning back to the toilet and gagging.
“Yer throwin’ up again?” Bobby asked.
“Everyday for two weeks.” Sam responded once he was able. He flushed the toilet and stood to brush his teeth, desperately wanting the flavor of vomit out of his mouth. Bobby observed his son for a moment. The teenager wasn’t pale like he would have expected a sick person to be, in fact the teens skin seemed to be glowing instead and he seemed to have put on a few pounds; not that Bobby would point that out at all, the boy had been eating like a horse for the past month.
“I’m gonna get you scheduled for a doctor’s appointment.” Bobby said. “Find out why yer throwin’ up like that.” Sam nodded, not able to respond because of the toothbrush in his mouth.
Later that week Sam found himself sitting in an exam room. His dad was sitting in the waiting room; he didn’t feel like he needed to join his seventeen year old in the room. Sam shifted on the exam table, the sanitary paper underneath him crinkled and for some reason it made him feel like a child. He glanced around the room; pictures of happy people covered one entire wall with the words ‘We Make A Difference’ above the pictures. On the wall to Sam’s right there were posters that talked about diseases, STDs, pregnancy, and cancer. A knock on the door had the teenager looking up. A petite blonde woman stepped into the room; she had an I-pad in her hand.
“Hello Samuel.” The woman said. “I am Nurse Madison; I can see here that you have been experiencing nausea and vomiting for a little over two weeks?”
“Yeah, it’s been off and on throughout the day.” Sam said.
“Okay, I’m going to start by taking some vitals, then I’ll send you down to the lab for some blood tests and a urine sample.” Madison said. The teenager nodded and watched as the nurse grabbed a blood pressure cuff and a heart monitor. She instructed Sam to place his feet flat on the step in front of him and to cross his right arm over his chest once she put the blood pressure cuff on him. She also put the heart monitor on his left pointer finger.
“Your heart rate looks really good, blood pressure is a little high, but that can be from any number of things.” Madison said. The nurse sent Sam down to lab where the phlebotomist took three vials of blood before handing him a cup with his name on it. Sam went into the bathroom to pee into the cup, stuck it in the little cubby in the bathroom for the lab and headed back into the exam room.
He had been waiting fifteen minutes by the time Madison walked back into the room. The woman grabbed a chair and pulled it up next to the exam table and sat down facing the teenager.
“Samuel, are you sexually active?” Madison asked. Sam raised an eyebrow at the very blunt question.
“Um, yes.” Sam replied. “Do I have an STD?”
“We didn’t test for that. Do you have reason to believe you have an STD? Do you have more than one partner?” Madison asked.
“No, but my partner has been with other people before.” Sam said.
“Well, we can do a full blood panel if you would like, but that isn’t why I asked if you were sexually active. Your blood tests and your urine sample both show a high level of HCG.” Madison said.
“Which is?” Sam questioned.
“HCG is a hormone; this hormone is found in those who are pregnant.” Madison explained.
“Pregnant?” Sam asked, not fully processing what he was being told.
“Yes, I believe you are pregnant.” Madison said. Sam stared at the nurse, his brain going a thousand miles a second, processing the information he’d just been given. He was seventeen years old, only had sex a handful of times, and now he was being told he was pregnant. Extreme nausea hit him suddenly and he jumped off the exam table, grabbed the garbage can and vomited in it. Madison handed Sam a paper towel to wipe his mouth but didn’t say anything, she just patiently waited for Sam to speak.
“I didn’t even know I was a carrier.” Sam said quietly.
“There are no signs. Men don’t find out they are a carrier unless they specifically ask for the tests to be done or they get pregnant.” Madison said. Sam took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. “You have a couple options, you can keep the baby, abort it, or put it up for adoption.”
“Abortion is not an option. It’s not the baby’s fault that I’m pregnant.” Sam said. “I don’t know if I want to keep the baby or put it up for adoption, I’ll have to figure that out.”
“Alright, so do you have support at home if you have this baby?” Madison asked. Sam froze, he knew this meant he would have to talk to his dad and let him know that he’d had sex.
“My dad will be disappointed but he’ll still support me.” Sam replied.
“And what about the baby’s father?” Madison asked. Sam took another deep breath; Dean, he would have to talk to Dean.
“I- I don’t actually know if the other father will support me. I’d like to think he would but I’m not sure.” Sam said. “Can you have someone get my dad?”
“Of course.” Madison said. “I’ll be right back.” The nurse stepped out of the room and Sam immediately broke down. He wasn’t ready for a baby; he was only seventeen and he had plans to go to college after he graduated. He didn’t even know if Dean wanted to have kids at all.
The door opened slowly and Bobby walked into the room, one look at Sam and he was panicking, thinking something was seriously wrong. Madison placed a gentle hand on the mans shoulder and asked him to calm down and sit with Sam so they could talk, she then left the two of them in the exam room by themselves.
“Dad…” Sam hesitated. He knew he had to tell his dad that he was pregnant, but at the same time he didn’t want him to know. “I’m pregnant.”
The room was silent, the only sound was Sam’s quick breaths as he waited for his dad to respond to him. Bobby’s face shuffled through a large range of emotions while he processed what Sam had just told him. His seventeen year old son was pregnant, he was going to be a grandpa.
“Sam, I’m very disappointed in you.” Bobby said. “You should have used protection.”
“I know, and I’m sorry.” Sam said. Bobby sighed and rubbed a hand down his face, trying very hard to stay calm.
“Who’s the other father?” Bobby asked.
“I don’t want to tell you.” Sam replied quietly. “Not until I’ve told them myself.”
“Fine.” Bobby muttered. “What is your plan?”
“I’m not sure yet. All I know is that I will have this baby. Whether I keep it or not is a different story.” Sam said. Bobby nodded, clearly thinking. The man closed his eyes, trying to decide his next words. He wanted to get mad, yell, scream, and fight, but he didn’t want Sam to think he wouldn’t be supportive.
“Well, first things first; lets get you scheduled for an OB appointment, see how far along you are, and get you some prenatal vitamins.” Bobby said.
“Thank you for not getting angry.” Sam said. Bobby looked down at his son. The little boy he once knew was long gone, the person who was sitting in front of him was a young man. He was mature, he was smart, and he would be able to handle this; probably better than most teenagers would.
“I wanted to, but I know that’s not going to help.” Bobby said.
Later that night, Sam called Dean, wanting to hear his voice. Dean answered after the third ring.
“Hey Sammy.” Dean said happily. He sounded a little out of breath and Sam wondered what the man had been up to. “How was school today?”
“I only went to the first two periods. I had a doctor’s appointment.” Sam said trying to sound nonchalant. He didn’t want to freak Dean out. “How about you, how was your day?”
“Well, we found my dad.” Dean said. “We had to drag him out of a nasty cave that I won’t go into detail about.”
“Oh, that’s awesome!” Sam exclaimed. “Is he okay?”
“He’s pretty banged up, dehydrated, and malnourished, but he’ll be okay.” Dean said. “Caleb and I took him to the hospital and they said that if we hadn’t found him when we did, he wouldn’t have survived.”
“I’m glad he’s okay.” Sam said. “Does this mean you’ll be coming back soon?” Sam knew he sounded hopeful; bordering on desperate, but he missed the man.
“Yeah, I should be back in a week. I’ve missed you a lot babe.” Dean said.
“I’ve missed you too.” Sam said. “I’ve gotta get to bed. See you in a week.”
“Good night Sammy.” Dean said.
One Week Later, December 24th
Sam once again found himself on his knees in front of the toilet, he was getting really sick of this position and he desperately wanted the morning sickness to go away, however, at his first OB appointment two days ago he’d found out he was just over eight weeks pregnant so the morning sickness wouldn’t be going away for a while. He leaned forward as the nausea got worse and the feeling of bile rising in his throat had him gagging and not for the first time that day, Sam lost the contents of his stomach.
“Sammy?” A voice asked. “You okay?” Sam wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and looked over at the door. Dean was standing in the doorway, he was wearing worn jeans, black leather hiking boots, a grey t-shirt, and his black leather jacket. His face was covered in scratches and bruises and Sam desperately wanted to make sure the man was taken care of.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” Sam replied. He flushed the toilet and pushed himself to his feet. He quickly brushed his teeth, getting rid of the vomit taste. When he finished and turned to Dean he could see the concern on the mans face.
“Are you sick again?” Dean asked.
“Not exactly.” Sam muttered. “Why don’t we go downstairs and we can talk in the living room.” Dean gave Sam a confused look but followed the teenager down the stairs. He dropped onto the worn leather couch as Sam headed into the kitchen for a moment. He came back with an envelope in his hand. Sam pulled out the contents of the envelope and handed them to Dean. The man looked through the grainy black and white pictures, more than a little confused.
“What exactly am I looking at?” Dean asked.
“Your baby.” Sam muttered. Dean froze next to Sam, every muscle in his body had gone tense.
“My what?” Dean asked.
“I’m pregnant, Dean.” Sam said. “That’s why I’ve been feeling sick.”
“Pregnant…” Dean muttered. The word wasn’t a question, it sounded more like Dean was processing. Sam waited while Dean sat frozen next to him. After a long moment Sam placed a gentle hand on Deans.
“Please say something.” Sam whispered, the fear he felt at being rejected was obvious in his voice and it pulled Dean from his stupor. He reached for Sam, pulling the teenager to him, and held him tight. For several minutes, neither one spoke, they just held each other. Dean was the first to move back, his eyes locking onto Sam’s hazel eyes, the same one’s he’d fallen in love with months ago.
“How far along are you?” Dean asked.
“Just over eight weeks. The ultrasound tech estimated that the baby was conceived somewhere around the last week of October.” Sam replied.
“Our first time.” Dean said. Sam nodded, he’d realized the same thing. “Does your dad know?”
“He knows that I’m pregnant, but he doesn’t know it’s yours.” Sam said. “I wanted you to know before I told him.” Dean took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment before looking back into those beautiful hazel eyes. “I plan on telling him tonight after dinner.”
“Guess I’d better write my will.” Dean joked with a small grin. Sam grinned back and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to Dean’s lips. Dean pulled Sam closer to him, kissing the teenager deeper. Sam moved so he was sitting in Dean’s lap, their bodies now touching everywhere. A soft moan erupted from Sam’s throat when Dean pulled his hips down, allowing their cocks to brush together. The sound of someone clearing their throat forced the two of them to part and look towards the doorway. Bobby was standing by the front door, his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. Sam immediately moved backwards, putting nearly a foot of distance between him and Dean.
“Am I right in assuming Dean is the father of your baby?” Bobby growled. Sam and Dean looked at each other, the fear they both felt clearly portrayed on their faces. Dean stood and faced Bobby, trying to hide the fact that he was terrified.
“Yes, I’m the father.” Dean said. “I know you told me that Sam was off limits and I broke that trust.”
“You sure as hell did.” Bobby said. He stepped closer to Dean, anger emanating from his body. Dean felt his heart begin pounding, but he didn’t back down.
“I’m sorry that I broke that trust, but I am not sorry that I am dating Sam.” Dean said. “I fell in love with him the moment I saw him in that hospital room months ago and I will be here for him until he no longer wants me.”
“Are you going to support him with this pregnancy?” Bobby asked. “Get up in the middle of the night to get whatever he is craving, be there when he’s throwing up, support him no matter what he chooses to do with that baby?”
“Yes. I love him.” Dean said.
“I don’t like this relationship for obvious reasons, but I’m not going to tell you that you have to stop.” Bobby grumbled. “But I don’t want to see anything or hear anything.”
“Yes sir.” Dean replied.
Three Months Later
As the weeks went by, Sams morning sickness disappeared, being replaced by an increased libido, not that him and Dean were complaining. Whenever they had a chance, they were naked.
Sam yawned and stretched when his alarm went off. He didn’t want to get up but he knew he had to go to school. He rolled to his side and smiled when he felt the warm body next to him. Recently, Dean had taken to sleeping in Sam’s bed, instead of in the guest room where he’d been staying before. Dean cracked his eyes open, green meeting hazel and Dean smiled.
“Good morning Sammy.” Dean muttered, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to the teenagers’ lips. He then moved down, putting his face next to Sam’s small bump, pressing a kiss there as well. “Good morning baby.” Sam’s heart fluttered in his chest; everyday he fell more in love with this man.
“Five months today.” Sam said, placing his hands on his belly. He’d been feeling small movements for the past few days and he desperately wanted Dean to feel them too but he knew they were too soft for the man to feel.
“When do we get to know what this little one is?” Dean asked. He had moved back up so he could see Sam’s face.
“My ultrasound appointment is on Saturday.” Sam replied. “We should be able to find out the gender then.” Dean grinned; he was excited to know what his baby was. The man was hoping for a girl, though he’d be happy no matter what.
“How much time do you have before you have to be at school?” Dean asked.
“I have to be there by 7:30.” Sam said. Dean glanced at the clock on Sam’s wall. It was barely six in the morning.
“You up for a quickie before we get out of bed?” Dean muttered in Sam’s ear, knowing how that affected his boyfriend. Sam shivered and pushed himself closer to Dean.
“Yeah.” Sam breathed out, already rock hard in his boxers. Dean pulled both of their boxers off their bodies, reached behind him for the lube they kept in the nightstand and quicky prepped Sam, being sure to give his prostate extra attention. Once Sam was ready, Dean pushed into the teenager; both of them let out low moans. Immediately Dean began pounding into Sam, chasing his orgasm while the teenager pulled on his own dick. The two of them were panting and moaning, getting louder the closer they got to their release. Dean came first, spilling into Sam with a groan. He pulled out of the teenager and moved down Sam’s body so he could take his dick into his mouth. Sam moaned low in his throat, pushing his hips up into Dean’s face. Dean sucked hard on Sam’s dick, giving the sensitive spot under the head extra attention. Sam moaned a little louder, his fingers digging into Dean’s hair. Dean took Sam’s entire dick into his mouth, letting the head hit the back of his throat. The man swallowed and that was it, Sam came with a shout of Dean’s name.
The teenager lay there for several minutes, catching his breath. Dean had already gotten up since he had to be at work soon. He tossed a pair of jeans, a green t-shirt, and some black socks to Sam.
“Get dressed Sammy.” Dean said. “I’ll take you to school.” Sam groaned but pushed himself out of bed and pulled on his jeans. He tried to button them but wasn’t able to, they just wouldn’t button.
“I need to go shopping.” Sam muttered. Dean turned around to see Sam standing with his pants unbuttoned and no shirt, making his baby bump more prominent.
“You can’t do them up can you?” Dean questioned. Sam shook his head before sobbing. Dean stood there for a moment not sure what had just happened. He moved to pull Sam to him, kissing the teenager on his forehead. “Hey, it’s okay Sammy. You are perfect exactly as you are.”
“But my clothes don’t fit.” Sam whispered.
“Yeah, because you are amazing and you are growing our child in your body.” Dean said. “Not many men could handle that.”
Sam wiped the tears that were streaming down his face and took a deep breath. He wasn’t even sure why he was crying; it wasn’t like he didn’t know this would happen. He’d been expecting it ever since he’d noticed the small bump appear a week ago. He hugged Dean before grabbing a pair of sweatpants from the drawer to wear to school.
That weekend Sam found himself sitting on an exam table once again feeling like a child. Dean was sitting on the chair next to the exam table reading through a pamphlet on childbirth. The looks he kept giving the pamphlet told Sam that he didn’t like what he was reading. A knock on the door brought both of their attention to the person walking in. The same tech who had done Sam’s first two ultrasounds stepped into the room.
“Hello Sam.” Franklin said.
“Hey Franklin.” Sam replied.
“Let’s see this baby shall we?” Franklin said. Sam nodded and pulled down the waistband of his maternity jeans and pulled his shirt up slightly. The nurse grabbed a bottle of blue gel and squirted some on Sam’s bump before taking the camera wand and rubbing it on his belly. The grainy image appeared on the screen to Sam’s right. “Your baby looks healthy, they are measuring at 16 centimeters, just over 6 inches which is perfect for twenty weeks.”
“Are we able to see the gender?” Dean asked, his eyes glued to the screen. Franklin moved the wand on Sam’s belly, trying to see the babies gender.
“Oh?” Franklin muttered. “Um, give me one moment, I need to grab my supervisor.” The tech set the wand to the side and stepped out of the room. The young fathers looked at each other, fear playing across their faces. They were worried that something was wrong with their baby. A moment later Franklin came back in the room with an older woman following behind. The tech placed the wand back on Sam’s belly, pointing to dark spots on the screen that Sam and Dean couldn’t make sense of.
“Sam, it looks like you might be having twins.” The older woman said. She pointed out spots on the screen, explaining that she was seeing two distinct bodies and heads.
“Twins?” Dean asked. “We’re having two?”
“Yes, and I can see the genders of both babies.” Franklin said. “Would you like the genders?” Sam looked over at Dean, communicating with him without speaking.
“Yeah, we want to know the genders.” Sam said.
“They’re both girls. Congratulations.” Franklin said.
May 2nd Sam’s 18th Birthday
Sam looked down to where his feet should have been, however his belly was so large he couldn’t even see the floor. He was trying to put his shoes on before he went downstairs for breakfast but he was struggling to do the simple task.
“Sammy you coming?” Dean asked pushing the bedroom door open.
“I would if I could see my feet.” Sam said. “How the hell am I supposed to put shoes on when I can’t see my feet?”
“Would you like some help?” Dean questioned with a laugh. Sam glared at his boyfriend but nodded anyways. Dean grabbed Sam’s slip on shoes and helped the eighteen year old put them on his feet.
“I can’t believe I still have two months of this.” Sam whined. “I feel huge already.”
“I think you look sexy.” Dean growled in Sam’s ear. Sam laughed loudly at that. It didn’t matter what Sam looked like, Dean always thought he looked good. “So sexy that I might just have to eat you later.” Sam shivered at that; he still had a high libido but sex was getting harder the bigger he got.
“Boys, I need ya to come down here!” Bobby yelled. The tone of his voice suggested that something was wrong and both men thought that a hunter had been brought in, severely hurt. It wasn’t often that this happened but Bobby had the expertise to help the hunters with hunts and injuries depending on the severity. Dean headed down the stairs with Sam slowly following behind, feeling like he was waddling. Bobby was waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs.
“Dean, yer daddies in the kitchen.” Bobby said. “He’s not very happy.”
“That’s nothing new.” Dean said. “He’s never happy.” Dean stepped around Bobby and headed towards the kitchen; John Winchester was sitting at their kitchen table with a beer in his hand. He looked up when Dean stepped into the room, but his eyes strayed to the figure behind Dean. The young man behind Dean was heavily pregnant, he had one hand under his large belly and the other was being held by Dean. John stood up, his face unreadable.
“You’re gay?” John asked his son. Dean’s hand tightened around Sam’s but he didn’t let go.
“Bisexual.” Dean replied.
“Is he the reason you’ve stopped hunting?” John growled. John stepped closer to the couple and Dean instinctively pushed Sam behind him and reached for the gun he still kept in the waistband of his pants.
“He’s part of the reason.” Dean replied honestly. “But originally I stopped hunting so I could finish school and go to college.”
“College?” John questioned. “What the hell makes you think you could get into college? You didn’t even graduate high school.”
“I’m in college now.” Dean said. “I’ve been in college since January, getting a degree in business management.”
“So you left me to play house with your little whore of a boy toy, and get some fuckin’ degree that will be worthless to someone like you?” John asked. “You’re a hunter Dean, that’s what I raised you to be, you’ll never be anything else.”
“Do not talk about Sam like that.” Dean warned his father.
“Why, it’s not like you’ll stay with him. You’ve never staying with any of the whores you’ve slept with. He’s just another one of those bar pick ups isn’t he? Where’d you find this one, outside planned parenthood?” John growled stepping even closer to Dean. This time Dean pulled his gun out, switching the safety off without even looking. Bobby pulled his son back into the living room and grabbed his shotgun off the mantle next to him, pulling back the choke.
“Do not talk about my boyfriend that way. Sam is perfect and he’s carrying my baby.” Dean growled back. “You need to leave, now.”
“You knocked him up?” John laughed. “My son who always wears a condom with girls, knocked up the child he fucked?”
“John, you need to get out of my house now before I blow you so full of rock salt that you crap margaritas.” Bobby said gruffly. John looked up at his friend but didn’t respond. He just walked out the door and drove away.
“Thanks Bobby.” Dean said. He flipped the safety on his gun again and slid it back into it’s spot in his pants.
“John’s always been a grump, but I never thought he would talk to you that way.” Bobby said.
“You don’t know him the way I do.” Dean said. “Dad and I have had our fair share of fights, many of them resulting in one of us needing stitches.” Dean walked over to where Sam was sitting on the couch cradling his belly. The young man was breathing quickly and looked like he was panicking. “Hey Sammy, you okay?”
“No, I’m having contractions and my water broke.” Sam panted out. Dean momentarily froze before he grabbed the Impalas keys off the side table and helped Sam stand up. Bobby had run upstairs to grab Sam’s hospital bag and met them by the car.
“I’ll drive up separately.” Bobby said. Dean nodded and helped Sam get into the car. They got halfway to the hospital when Sam yelled for Dean to stop. The twenty-two year old pulled over on the side of the road.
“The babies are coming now.” Sam groaned. “I need to push.” Dean jumped out of the car and hurried to the passenger side. He got Sam into the backseat of the Impala while he called 911.
“911 what’s your emergency?” A pleasant voice said.
“My boyfriends in labor, we’re pulled over on the side of main street between 45th and 47th. We won’t make it to the hospital, he says he needs to push now.” Dean explained. The woman let him know that EMS were on their way then explained to him what he needed to do in the meantime. Dean helped Sam out of his basketball shorts and boxers, got his legs up on the seat and looked down between Sam’s legs. A bald head was pushing out of Sam’s body and Dean instructed Sam to push with the next contraction. Sam did as he was told, screaming loudly as pain wracked his body. “Keep going baby boy, they’re nearly out.” The babies head was out and Dean could now see that they weren’t bald, instead they had thin blonde hair. Sam pushed again and the babies shoulders slid out. An ear piercing wail filled the air and Dean held his first baby close. Moments later an ambulance pulled up in front of them and several EMT’s rushed to them. One of them used some tools Dean had never seen to clamp and cut the cord on the first baby while the others helped Sam push out the other baby and the placenta. They placed Sam on a stretcher and got him into an ambulance. Dean followed them, climbing in with one of his infants cradled in his arms. Once he was in the ambulance he allowed himself to breathe and looked at Sam.
“You okay Sammy?” Dean asked.
“I’m okay.” Sam rasped. His voice was raw from screaming. “Are the babies okay?”
“Both of your babies are doing okay. They are very small so a doctor will need to determine when they get to go home.” An EMT said. The EMT was cradling the other baby, this one had Sam’s brown hair and Dean was in love.
They soon pulled up to he emergency doors of the hospital and the EMT’s helped Dean climb out without jostling the baby before they got Sam out. A team of nurses took Sam into a room to check him over and two nurses took the babies to check on them.
“Both babies seem to be doing great. We would like to keep them here for a few nights for observation and if nothing changes I see no reason that they can’t go home.” A doctor said.
“And Sam?” Dean asked.
“He’s going to need stitches because he did tear, but he’ll be okay.”
Dean nodded and stepped into Sam’s hospital room. His boyfriend was sitting up in bed with one of the twins held in his arm, Bobby was sitting on the chair to the left, holding the other twin. Dean smiled, his little family was perfect and he couldn’t wait to see what else life had in store for him. He stepped up to Sam and pressed a kiss to his forehead before leaning over to kiss the baby.
“What are their names boys?” Bobby asked.
“This is Isabella Samantha Winchester, Izzy for short.” Sam said holding up the baby he was holding; the one with the brown hair. “And the boy is Jaxson Dean Winchester.”
“They’re perfect.” Bobby commented. Dean smiled even bigger, he’d never thought he would have this, a family, a perfect boyfriend, and a career.
He kissed Sam again and handed the young man his birthday present; a black velvet box with a simple silver ring nestled inside of it. Sam looked up at Dean with wide eyes.
“You want to marry me?” Sam asked.
“Of course I do.” Dean replied. Sam used his free hand to pull Dean down to him and kissed him hard.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.” Sam said breathlessly.
“Happy birthday, Sammy.”