Big Bang 2013: Leaving Footprints behind Chapter 9
Sam’s mind raced all over that place when the doctor said that there was something wrong with Dean. He couldn’t figure out what went wrong because he’d made sure that Dean took his vitamins and that he ate healthy foods and made him exercise, so how the fuck could something be wrong with him.
The baby was fine but Dean wasn’t how the hell was that fair. As much as Sam wanted this baby, he wanted Dean more, and if he had to choose, well that really wasn’t a choice, Dean.
It seemed that he’d just pulled Dean from one hormonal ledge and now here was the doctor putting him on another.
“Okay doc,” Sam demanded, “what’s wrong and how do we fix it?”
Dean counted to ten before he asked, “So what is your concern with me?”
“Well, the problem is that Dean has... well Dean has shrunk about an inch.” The doctor clarified.
“What do you mean I’ve shrunk?”
“When I measured you last you were 6’1”, now you’re an even six feet, and on top of that you’ve lost ten pounds and I don’t know why because all the tests show that you’re healthy."
“Then fucking run them again,” Sam demanded as his worry erased his manners.
“I don’t think…”
“Does this have something to do with the spell,” Dean interrupted Sam and the doctor’s face off.
“That’s a high probability,” Dr. Robert agreed. “Dean has anything else changed that noticeable?”
“How can you not notice that you’re shrinking?” Eva snarked at Dean with an evil grin on her face.
“Shut the fuck up,” Sam snarled. He didn’t know what her problem was but he’d had enough of her shit, there was something going on with Dean, and if she wanted to be a bitch then he could be an even bigger bastard if he had to.
“No, there’s nothing wrong,” Dean, answered the doctor.
Sam shot him a glance that should have told Dean that he knew that his brother was lying, but he didn’t want to call him out in front of Eva so that wouldn’t give her another reason to give Dean a hard time. He would take this up with Dean later.
The dinner wasn’t as bad as Sam thought it was going to be because Missouri dared anyone to ruin her meal and that included spoiled bitches. The problem was that she looked at both Eva and Dean when she made that pronouncement.
They arrived home about an hour later, and Sam didn’t give Dean to get settled before he pounced, “What else is wrong Dean?”
“No matter how much you think it is, there’s nothing wrong Sam, nothing,” Dean said tiredly. ‘”I know that you’re thinking that I should notice that I’ve shrunk and lost weight, but do I really look any different to you? When you were fucking me did I seem lighter or shorter?”
“Dean I’m just worried,” Sam tried.
“And I’m just tired, so just let it go, Sam.”
Dean woke the next morning at his normal time, but he felt as though he’d just went to sleep. He usually took Sam to work, but this morning he didn’t feel like moving, because he hurt all over, but there was no way he was going to tell Sam. There were some things that might not be weird, but they were different enough to for him to take notice. The truth was he wasn’t up to facing the truth yet.
Last night at Missouri’s, he pretended that it hadn’t bothered him that he’d shrunk and lost weight. How could he not have noticed changes like that in his body? He’d been too busy focusing on how his stomach was starting to protrude and making his waistband too tight to notice the changes. He wasn’t sure what was going on now, but this morning, he hurt.
Their deal was that Dean took Sam to work so that he wasn’t stuck at home all day without transportation, but today he didn’t care. His back hurt and his chest was sore. He’d been so unhappy the night before that he and Sam were arguing because he didn’t think that he could endure Sam’s hands touching him. Even where his t-shirt grazed against his nipples felt as though he was on fire.
When Dean told Sam to drive himself to work this morning, the glare he received told him that they were going to discuss this in great detail tonight, but right now, he just couldn’t be bothered to care.
Once Sam was gone Dean didn’t even try to move, he hurt that badly. He almost wished that he hadn’t lied to Sam so he would be here helping him figure out what was wrong with him. Sam hadn’t been on his job that long and he didn’t want to jeopardize his position there, and in a few months he’d actually have legal insurance, but damn it Dean needed him.
His normal modus operandi when he hurt like this would be to take one of his pain pills and or drink, but he’s pretty sure that if coffee will hurt the baby, so would drugs and alcohol, and besides neither would do anything about the fever he was experiencing.
Dean finally gave in and admitted something was wrong, so as gently as he could, he reached for his cell and called Missouri. She would get Dr. Robert here and if needed Sam. That was his last thought before he slipped into unconsciousness.
When he woke later that afternoon, Sam’s was the first face that Dean saw and he knew that there would be hell to pay. If he weren’t pregnant, he’s sure Sam would kill him. He’d been so busy studying Sam’s face it took him a second to realize that he’d been moved to Missouri’s. He’s glad he was passed out for that humiliation of Sam carrying him.
“You’re gonna give me hell aren’t ya?” Dean asked a furious looking Sam.
“Damn it, Dean,” Sam started.
“Can I at least have some water before you chew me a new one?” Dean asked. He moved to sit up in the bed but the pain radiating from his chest caused him to moan in agony.
Dean could see Sam fighting the need to yell at him and give him the glass of water and try to ease his pain. The sympathy won out as Sam left the room and returned with a glass of water.
“You tell me what you would do if you received a call telling you that I was burning up with fever, and because you kept that little fact to yourself, when you passed out no one knew what the fuck was wrong with you.” Sam spat at Dean.
“’M sorry Sammy,” Dean muttered as he ducked his head.
“You called Missouri first?” a very hurt Sam asked.
“I didn’t want to be the cause of you losing a job you loved, Sam,” Dean admitted.
“You could have called me Dean I would have left my fucking job for you.”
“What would you have told them Sam? That your brother who’s pregnant with your baby was sick?” Dean asked sarcastically.
Okay, that was definatly a new face. On closer inspection it looks like a combination of number fifteen and twenty-five, so would that qualify as new?
“No Dean, I told them that my PARTNER was ill and that the friend that he called was with him until I could get there.” Suddenly Sam’s face changed from bitch to hurt, and Dean was not sure he could deal with that right now. Sam’s hurt face was like his puppy eyes on steroids.
Dean often wondered if there was a lawyer at Sam’s firm that could resist that look, because if there was that’s who Dean wanted as his attorney as that was one heartless bastard.
“Why didn’t you call me Dean?” Sam probed pouring on the guilt. “It wasn’t bad enough that you lied but then you compound that by trying to shut me out.”
Dean cleared his suddenly dry throat, reached for the water, and took a drink to calm down before he spoke. He wanted to choose his words carefully because even though he was sure Sam wouldn’t leave him, but no matter when you apologize to someone, words can’t be unsaid or unheard.
“Sam I didn’t lie to you, I just thought that I had over done it while working on the house and I really didn’t want to hear you say I told you so.”
“What about this morning…hell I should have known something was wrong when you let me drive your precious car.”
“I felt like shit this morning, and honestly, aside from the soreness it just felt like another bad case of morning sickness,” Dean explained. “What did Dr. Robert say?”
“He hasn’t been here yet, there’s a hunter a couple of states over that was thrown around pretty good by a poltergeist.”
“So he took Eva to scare the poltergeist, huh?” Dean tried to lighten the mood.
“If we need to, we can take you to a real doctor,” Sam suggested, not taking the bait.
“Dr. Robert is a real doctor, Sam,” Dean defended their friend.
“I mean one with a valid medical license and I don’t know… hospital privileges.”
“Did you forget why you and Benny had to break me out of that hospital in Metairie, so no Sam, just no? The only time that will happen is when I can’t make that decision myself.”
“Dean, we need…”
“I shouldn’t have to remind you, I’m a pregnant man Sam,” Dean reminded him “and not the manufactured kind like Thomas Beattie, the kind with XY chromosomes.”
“Boy for once you’re the one making sense,” Missouri agreed siding with Dean as she entered the room. “Fix your face, that don’t work on me, and besides, you know he’s right Sam. You’re just scared. And mad.”
“Did you hear from Dr. Robert yet?” Sam asked between gritted teeth.
“Yes, he’ll be here in about two hours, he had to get the hunter stabilized before he could leave.” Missouri advised. “I’ve got a reading in a couple of minutes, gotta lie and tell the librarian that she’s going to find love so while I’m gone you two decide whether you want to be the Hardy Boys or Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka, but either way keep the noise down, it’s bad for business.”
It turned out it was four hours instead of two before Dr. Robert and Eva made it back to Lawrence, and for once Eva wasn’t in a pissy mood. Dean figured that either she got laid or someone died.
The doctor asked Dean a series of questions, which he decided were designed to drive him crazy or to determine if he was stupid, because they were the same questions just phrased differently. Once the Q&A was over, he had Dean disrobe and he heard Sam suck in his breath once his shirt was off. Knowing that the noise wasn’t sexual, Dean glanced down at himself and understood because his chest was red with inflammation.
He was already in pain, but now the doctor was probing his chest asking him to tell him where he was the most tender before he sat back and said, “hmm.”
“What does hmm mean doc,” Sam asked and Dean wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
“Well, I have a theory, but I want to put my trusty sonogram to work before I tell you what I think it is.”
“That means don’t badger him until he has seen everything,” Eve snapped as Sam was ready to ask him another question.
Dean watched suspiciously as Eva put the normally cold gel on his chest, but because of the inflammation, it was soothing but he wasn’t going to tell her because he’s sure she would like to twist his nipples just to make sure he hurt and he wasn’t going to give her that pleasure.
Dean looked down at himself and noticed that his pecs were swollen and slightly rounded and his nipples even looked larger, instead of being small and hard as they normally were, they now looked …puffy. Lifting his gaze, his eyes searched the room until they found Sam’s and saw the worry mirrored there.
Fifteen minutes later, Dr. Robert was looking at black and white grainy pictures of his chest, but not saying anything but hmm again. If he did that one more time, Dean was sure he was going to hit the man.
Finally he couldn’t take the silence any longer, “What’s happening doc, what’s wrong with me?” Dean asked.
“Well, Dean, it seems that you’re… well you’re growing breasts.”
“Breasts?” Sam squeaked.
“Tits? You’re telling me that I’m growing tits?” Dean demanded.
“Well, yes,” He answered. “They are growing pretty much the same as a prepubescent girl, only faster the same as the first month of your pregnancy was accelerated.”
“What am I supposed to do with ti… breasts?” Dean yelled.
“How about feed your god damned baby when it’s born!” Eva yelled back. “You grew a fucking uterus and this is what freaks you out? Too bad it’s not Sam that’s pregnant because that way his two babies could nurse together.”
The three men all turned to stare at Eva as though she’d grown another head. She’d made her share of sarcastic remarks and had even been objective (for Eva) in her dealing with this problem, but tonight she took them all by surprise with her sudden outburst.
“You deal with supernatural shit everyday so just because you went and got yourself cursed you’re acting all surprised that this is happening to you. If you don’t want this baby then here,” she said taking a knife from her pocket, “have doc cut it out of you or shut the fuck up about every little change that is happening to you.”
“Oh, so then you’d be ok if you suddenly grew a dick?” Dean asked.
“If it gave me the ability to beat you until you stop whining like a little bitch, then yeah.” She replied.
“Why do even do this fucking job if you have no sympathy for the people you’re supposed to be helping,” Sam barked at her, suddenly standing straight and rigid, ready to defend Dean.
“Everyone needs to calm down, and Sam if you want me to continue helping Dean, then back up off of her,” the doctor threatened as he stepped between the irate hunter and his assistant.
“You hunters are all the same, selfish,” Eva spouted from behind the doctor.
“Do what you gotta do doc, you protect yours and I’ll protect what’s mine,” Sam issued a threat of his own, “but if you abandon or hurt Dean and this baby, I promise you that whatever’s hunting you I’ll help it find you. Both of you.”
“That’s enough Sam,” Missouri shouted as she glared evilly at the doctor and Eva. “Little girl you can’t come in here and dump all of your hate for your mama and daddy on these men. They are too dangerous for you to play with and your being a female won’t stop them, understand.”
“Yes,” Eva nervously answered. Her quick glance at Sam told her that she had seriously underestimated this man, and she’s damned sure she’d done the same with Dean, that the older man was just letting her think that she was on equal footing. Seeing them both defensive and protective, she no longer thought them soft and weak, but now she knew there was a reason others hunters spoke of them in awe.
“Girl, these boys took on the devil himself, do you really think that your skinny ass scares them? Come on with me before you get you and the doctor hurt.”
Eva didn’t say a word as she followed Missouri out of the room.
“We good doc?” Dean asked.
The trembling doctor nodded his head and gestured for Dean to sit back on the bed to conclude his examination.
In the end, there wasn’t a lot the doctor could do for Dean, because like Sam Dean didn’t want to take medication, even that deemed safe for pregnancies, and settled for topical cream to help soothe the inflammation and the sore puffy nipples.
Once they were across town, back in their own home, Sam helped Dean undress and rubbed the cream onto his tortured flesh.
“Dean?” Sam asked.
“Mm Sammy?” Dean purred, loving the feel of Sam’s hands on him.
“We haven’t talked about it, but don’t you think we should?”
“Talk about what?”
“The curse, I mean this curse is about getting what we desire, so what did you desire that caused you to get pregnant and grow boobs?”
“I guess we can discuss that, as long as we stay away from the topic of why it was the first time I let you top, I end up on the wrong end of a witches spell.”
Sam asked again not to be deterred by Dean’s sarcasm, “What did you want, Dean?”
“You.”
“Me?” Sam asked as his voice choked with emotion, “You’ve always had me, Dee.”
Dean turned around to face Sam and the love that he saw in the younger man’s eyes took his breath away as he sought the words needed to explain what he meant.
“I know that, but not like I wanted you Sam. I wanted to be able to… to do everything with you without censure.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Remember the night before we went to meet Monica and you booked us in that fancy restaurant?” Dean asked.
“Yes,” Sam answered still confused.
“You were going to kiss me, in public, but you had to stop because Tamara and that other hunter spotted us. I wanted us not to have to stop because someone who knew us happens to see us like that.” Dean explains. “I also wondered what it would be like to have a child with you, one with those dimples, that girly hair…”
“And green eyes,” Sam added as he leaned forward and let his lips slid across Dean’s soft and slow, allowing all of the love he felt into the kiss, “don’t forget green eyes.”
Sam wanted to kiss Dean all over, but the soreness in his chest prevented that, but he wanted to show Dean how much he was loved. He continued with the soft kisses until he reached Dean’s clavicle, he wanted to suck on these puffy nipples, but pain was not on the menu.
Reaching up, Sam took two pillows, placed them against the headboard, and tenderly helped Dean relax against them. Once Dean was settled Sam helped him out of his pants and boxers before crawling up between his bent legs and placing a kiss on his lips.
“I wanted the same Dean. I wanted to be able to protect you for once and not be a disappointment to you.” He confessed before kissing Dean’s shiny plump lips. “I wanted to get you out of this life and if I had the power, I’d make it so that you’d never know this life, that there was no Crowley, Lucifer, Alistair or bumps in the night.”
Hearing Dean moan into his kiss went straight to his cock, and Sam fought to resist flipping Dean over on his stomach and opening him with his tongue and fucking him until he couldn’t walk. Instead, he moved his mouth along Dean’s jawline until his mouth found the spot behind his lover’s ear and he gently raked over it with his teeth.
“God, Sam,” Dean whimpered, “I can’t, hurts when you touch my chest.”
“Not gonna touch your chest, Dean,” Sam promised him as he placed an arm on each side of Deans hips and let their cocks slide together and smiled as despite what he was saying, Dean lifted his hips in an attempt to get some friction. “Just wanna show you that I want you too, now lay back and let me drive my baby.”
Sam dipped in and kissed Dean’s lips again before moving down and kissing his stomach, licking and tasting Dean’s skin, dipping his tongue into the older man’s navel. He stopped the kissing for a short while to rest his head on the slight swell of Dean’s belly. This was their baby, and the thought of him putting a child into Dean made him harder.
Lifting Dean’s legs, Sam placed them on his shoulders giving him total access to Dean’s hole, balls and dick, but at the same time, he was careful not to jar the man underneath him to cause pain to his chest and back. Once he was certain that Dean was comfortable and not in pain, he began his assault.
He wasn’t going to fuck Dean tonight, but he was going to leave him satisfied nonetheless.
He licked, bit and kissed the sensitive skin causing Dean to writhe and buck beneath his skilled hands. Instead of touching the beautiful cock in front of him, Sam lifted Dean’s hips, and let his tongue find that tightly furled muscle and began to lick.
His tongue darted in and out of Dean’s hole, enjoying the earthy taste of his brother, opening him up as though he was going to slide his dick in. He’s not sure which made him harder, the thought of his dick slipping into that tight slick channel or Dean pushing down onto his tongue as if in invitation. When he was healed, Sam was so going to take him up on it.
Reluctantly, Sam pulled his tongue and opened his mouth wide enough to take in Dean’s balls before spitting them out and taking them in one at a time. He let go when he felt them tightening up, and his hand moved to clamp around the base of Dean’s dick to stop him from coming.
“You only get to come when my mouth is on you, baby.” Sam teased.
“Stop teasing Sam, need your mouth,” Dean begged.
Sam obliged by moving his hand and lowering his mouth to the head of Dean’s dick and flicked out his tongue to taste the come gathered there before sliding his mouth down Dean’s length until the dick hit the back of his throat.
Once he felt Dean hit the back of his throat, Sam glanced up to watch Dean as he blew him, but instead of looking down, Dean’s head was flung back, his hair framed his face, his mouth was slack with pleasure and he looked fucking gorgeous. With his eyes trained on Dean’s beautiful face, Sam sped up as his mouth milked Dean’s dick.
“Gonna…ugh Sam,” Dean tried to warn his brother he was coming, but Sam couldn’t respond because he was drinking down the warm milky liquid as it spurted from Dean’s dick.
From his vantage point, Sam watched mesmerized as Dean’s stomach muscles clenched as his body worked through the orgasm, and soon Sam was stroking his own dick to the rhythm of Dean’s breathing until his stomach was clenching as well.
“Sam, do you need me…” Dean asked, breathless.
“No, I’m good,” Sam told him as he moved to pull the covers over them.
“Oh, and Sam, still not your fucking baby,” Dean yawned sleepily.
Sam smiled at Dean’s statement. He wanted to hug Dean into his body and cuddle but he wasn’t sure if he could do that without hurting the older man, so he lay as close as he could until he heard the even breathing that told him Dean was asleep.
As he lay there, Sam managed to get close enough to place one large hand on Dean’s stomach to cradle his child. He realized that for the first time he was content. Even though he wasn’t sure what was going to happen with Dean, Sam was relaxed and comfortable in a way that he thought he had with Jess and later Amelia, but neither made him feel like this, as if he was home.
After the last visit with Dr. Robert Sam tried to keep a close watch over Dean without him noticing, but he was stupid to think that Dean would let him get away with it let alone pretend not to notice. Even though he couldn’t see any change in Dean other than his hair growing longer (almost touching his shoulders now), his breasts were getting larger and at almost five months pregnant his belly was larger, Sam still worried.
“Nothing’s going on Sam,” was the start of their ongoing argument when Dean thought Sam was getting over bearing. “I’m pregnant not stupid.”
He’s not sure why, but after thirty plus years of living in each other’s pockets, from sharing hotel rooms to being in the car for hours on end, having their own house seemed to be the thing to cause them to constantly irritate each other.
They have a couple of guest bedrooms, a front porch and a back yard and a basement, but they always seem to gravitate to each other as though they were hard wired to seek each other out. It seemed to Sam that they both missed the excitement of saving people and hunting things, being in a place of their own was dare he say it …boring. It was the same thing day in and day out, but at least he had his job and he could still do the research he loved so much, but Dean just had the house and he couldn’t even do the work himself.
“Hey, Sam can I see you for a minute?” His boss and firm partner Jeff Johns asked him.
“Yeah, Jeff, nothing I can’t finish later,” Sam told him as he looked up from his computer. It wasn’t as though he was going to tell his boss that he was too busy to talk to him.
“Good, I’ll see you in my office in five.” He said as he walked away.
Used to being on a tight schedule, Sam quickly closed out and protected his work, and made it into Jeff’s office in three minutes. He wasn’t being a kiss ass by arriving early, but he knew that his boss was timing him and five minutes meant arrive in four.
“Look Sam,” Jeff started as soon as Sam sat down, “This is a delicate situation and you’re the best researcher that we have here, but know that what we are about to discuss doesn’t leave this room.”
“That goes without saying.” Sam assured his boss.
“Good, good. I have a sister that lives in Omaha, Nebraska who visited me last month. On her return trip home, she stopped in Atchison to see the Museum there and one of the old cemeteries to do some grave etchings before making her way home. Once she arrived home she… she changed, became violent, never slept and my brother-in-law became increasingly worried about her and expressed this to me, but I didn’t have time to go there. When he woke up one night to her standing over him holding a knife, he took the kids and left. Well it seemed that once her family was gone Sarah picked up a stranger and tortured him before she finally killed him.”
Sam could guess what was going on with Jeff’s sister, but if he started spouting off about supernatural things, then he would be fired and run out of town, so he played it safe by playing dumb and said, “I’m not sure where I come in, Jeff.”
“I need you to trace her footsteps and find out what happened to my ultraconservative sister, and see if there is a way to get her out of this mess.”
“The first thing I’ll need to do is talk to her,” Sam told the man as he started trying to sort through the information he’d just been given to determine what was going on with his boss’ sister.
“Your…boyfriend, he gonna be okay with this?”
“Not really, but he’ll understand.”
Dean was more understanding that Sam gave him credit for, and when Sam called to reserve a hotel room, he understood why. The idiot thought he was going to go on this hunt with him.
“No Dean,” Sam told him. “There’s no way you think that this is a good idea.”
“I’m a good hunter Sam; I still know how to do my job.” Dean argued.
“I know that Dean, but things are different now, you’re pregnant and I can’t, I won’t risk the baby and I don’t think you want to either.”
“I don’t Sam, it’s just that you’re going in blind and alone, and that scares me.”
“I tried to call Garth, but he’s working on a case in South Carolina, and there’s no one I trust to have my back,” Sam attempted to justify his actions.
“What about Benny?” Dean asked.
“Benny?” Sam asked in return, “The Benny that eye fucks you whenever he’s near. I won’t even begin to imagine what kind of fucking he did when you were in purgatory.”
“We fucked over creatures who were trying to kill us, but no time for actual fucking Sam, not like say, you and the goddamned vet. I mean why not fuck her right. You had nothing better to do, because I wasn’t worth looking for,” Dean bitterly accused.
“Dean, I thought we had gotten past that,” Sam almost pleaded because he really had no defense for not looking for Dean.
“Then stop accusing me of fucking Benny, because it must be your jealousy, your guilt that has you seeing things that aren’t there. I don’t know what you see when you look at him, but all I see is a friend.” Dean stated before challenging, “I also see you have two choices, me or Benny, but you’re not going on this job alone.”
“You tell me it’s me being jealous or guilty, and you may be partly right,” Sam agreed, “but he fucking calls you Mon chère, his beloved, when you are supposed to be mine!”
Dean walked over to Sam and took his hand before placing it on his stomach just as the baby kicked. “This should tell you that I am yours and no one else’s. If I didn’t love you, didn’t want you then this spell would have never worked. There would be no house, no baby, no us.”
Those words seemed to soothe Sam, so he called the vampire. He may believe that Dean only wanted him, but that didn’t mean that the vampire wasn’t interested. He called Benny, but it was under duress and soon the two of them were making their way to Omaha to question to Sarah Nelson about her trip.
A month. It took a month for Sam and Benny to find the information that they were looking for because while there was no doubt that something happened to the petite woman, she was reluctant to talk about it, making them work harder to solve her case. He wondered what Dean would write about him in that journal that he thinks that Sam doesn’t know about.
Sarah had always wanted to visit Atchison, a city known for being haunted, but her family weren’t as interested as her, so on the trip to visit her brother, she’d finally been able to stop. Her last clear memory was stopping at one of the old cemeteries and after that, she doesn’t remember anything until she woke up covered in blood.
Even though he didn’t want to work with Benny, Sam grudgingly admitted that the vampire had good investigative instincts. While they were in Omaha, there were several similar murders that with a lot of work, led Sam and Benny to ghost whom somehow hitched a ride with Sarah. A quick salt and burn and a full report for Jeff (minus the supernatural explanation) and Sam and Benny were on the way back to Lawrence and Dean.
Sam decided to invite Benny back to their house so that Dean would know that Sam hadn’t beheaded the vampire. Once they reached the house Sam found Dean in the back yard taking advantage of the beautiful spring day by starting a garden.
When Dean stood up and walked towards him, Sam smiled because he was so happy to see Dean. They’d learned the hard way that phone sex just wasn’t the same as touching and tasting. When Dean reached him and gave him a hug, his head rested on Sam’s chest it felt like home, like this was what he’d been trying to find his entire life. Dean’s hair was pulled back into a ponytail he looked, happy. After he reached up and gave Sam a welcome home kiss, he glanced at Benny and said, “Sam who’s your friend?”
Chapter 8 Chapter 10
The baby was fine but Dean wasn’t how the hell was that fair. As much as Sam wanted this baby, he wanted Dean more, and if he had to choose, well that really wasn’t a choice, Dean.
It seemed that he’d just pulled Dean from one hormonal ledge and now here was the doctor putting him on another.
“Okay doc,” Sam demanded, “what’s wrong and how do we fix it?”
Dean counted to ten before he asked, “So what is your concern with me?”
“Well, the problem is that Dean has... well Dean has shrunk about an inch.” The doctor clarified.
“What do you mean I’ve shrunk?”
“When I measured you last you were 6’1”, now you’re an even six feet, and on top of that you’ve lost ten pounds and I don’t know why because all the tests show that you’re healthy."
“Then fucking run them again,” Sam demanded as his worry erased his manners.
“I don’t think…”
“Does this have something to do with the spell,” Dean interrupted Sam and the doctor’s face off.
“That’s a high probability,” Dr. Robert agreed. “Dean has anything else changed that noticeable?”
“How can you not notice that you’re shrinking?” Eva snarked at Dean with an evil grin on her face.
“Shut the fuck up,” Sam snarled. He didn’t know what her problem was but he’d had enough of her shit, there was something going on with Dean, and if she wanted to be a bitch then he could be an even bigger bastard if he had to.
“No, there’s nothing wrong,” Dean, answered the doctor.
Sam shot him a glance that should have told Dean that he knew that his brother was lying, but he didn’t want to call him out in front of Eva so that wouldn’t give her another reason to give Dean a hard time. He would take this up with Dean later.
The dinner wasn’t as bad as Sam thought it was going to be because Missouri dared anyone to ruin her meal and that included spoiled bitches. The problem was that she looked at both Eva and Dean when she made that pronouncement.
They arrived home about an hour later, and Sam didn’t give Dean to get settled before he pounced, “What else is wrong Dean?”
“No matter how much you think it is, there’s nothing wrong Sam, nothing,” Dean said tiredly. ‘”I know that you’re thinking that I should notice that I’ve shrunk and lost weight, but do I really look any different to you? When you were fucking me did I seem lighter or shorter?”
“Dean I’m just worried,” Sam tried.
“And I’m just tired, so just let it go, Sam.”
Dean woke the next morning at his normal time, but he felt as though he’d just went to sleep. He usually took Sam to work, but this morning he didn’t feel like moving, because he hurt all over, but there was no way he was going to tell Sam. There were some things that might not be weird, but they were different enough to for him to take notice. The truth was he wasn’t up to facing the truth yet.
Last night at Missouri’s, he pretended that it hadn’t bothered him that he’d shrunk and lost weight. How could he not have noticed changes like that in his body? He’d been too busy focusing on how his stomach was starting to protrude and making his waistband too tight to notice the changes. He wasn’t sure what was going on now, but this morning, he hurt.
Their deal was that Dean took Sam to work so that he wasn’t stuck at home all day without transportation, but today he didn’t care. His back hurt and his chest was sore. He’d been so unhappy the night before that he and Sam were arguing because he didn’t think that he could endure Sam’s hands touching him. Even where his t-shirt grazed against his nipples felt as though he was on fire.
When Dean told Sam to drive himself to work this morning, the glare he received told him that they were going to discuss this in great detail tonight, but right now, he just couldn’t be bothered to care.
Once Sam was gone Dean didn’t even try to move, he hurt that badly. He almost wished that he hadn’t lied to Sam so he would be here helping him figure out what was wrong with him. Sam hadn’t been on his job that long and he didn’t want to jeopardize his position there, and in a few months he’d actually have legal insurance, but damn it Dean needed him.
His normal modus operandi when he hurt like this would be to take one of his pain pills and or drink, but he’s pretty sure that if coffee will hurt the baby, so would drugs and alcohol, and besides neither would do anything about the fever he was experiencing.
Dean finally gave in and admitted something was wrong, so as gently as he could, he reached for his cell and called Missouri. She would get Dr. Robert here and if needed Sam. That was his last thought before he slipped into unconsciousness.
When he woke later that afternoon, Sam’s was the first face that Dean saw and he knew that there would be hell to pay. If he weren’t pregnant, he’s sure Sam would kill him. He’d been so busy studying Sam’s face it took him a second to realize that he’d been moved to Missouri’s. He’s glad he was passed out for that humiliation of Sam carrying him.
“You’re gonna give me hell aren’t ya?” Dean asked a furious looking Sam.
“Damn it, Dean,” Sam started.
“Can I at least have some water before you chew me a new one?” Dean asked. He moved to sit up in the bed but the pain radiating from his chest caused him to moan in agony.
Dean could see Sam fighting the need to yell at him and give him the glass of water and try to ease his pain. The sympathy won out as Sam left the room and returned with a glass of water.
“You tell me what you would do if you received a call telling you that I was burning up with fever, and because you kept that little fact to yourself, when you passed out no one knew what the fuck was wrong with you.” Sam spat at Dean.
“’M sorry Sammy,” Dean muttered as he ducked his head.
“You called Missouri first?” a very hurt Sam asked.
“I didn’t want to be the cause of you losing a job you loved, Sam,” Dean admitted.
“You could have called me Dean I would have left my fucking job for you.”
“What would you have told them Sam? That your brother who’s pregnant with your baby was sick?” Dean asked sarcastically.
Okay, that was definatly a new face. On closer inspection it looks like a combination of number fifteen and twenty-five, so would that qualify as new?
“No Dean, I told them that my PARTNER was ill and that the friend that he called was with him until I could get there.” Suddenly Sam’s face changed from bitch to hurt, and Dean was not sure he could deal with that right now. Sam’s hurt face was like his puppy eyes on steroids.
Dean often wondered if there was a lawyer at Sam’s firm that could resist that look, because if there was that’s who Dean wanted as his attorney as that was one heartless bastard.
“Why didn’t you call me Dean?” Sam probed pouring on the guilt. “It wasn’t bad enough that you lied but then you compound that by trying to shut me out.”
Dean cleared his suddenly dry throat, reached for the water, and took a drink to calm down before he spoke. He wanted to choose his words carefully because even though he was sure Sam wouldn’t leave him, but no matter when you apologize to someone, words can’t be unsaid or unheard.
“Sam I didn’t lie to you, I just thought that I had over done it while working on the house and I really didn’t want to hear you say I told you so.”
“What about this morning…hell I should have known something was wrong when you let me drive your precious car.”
“I felt like shit this morning, and honestly, aside from the soreness it just felt like another bad case of morning sickness,” Dean explained. “What did Dr. Robert say?”
“He hasn’t been here yet, there’s a hunter a couple of states over that was thrown around pretty good by a poltergeist.”
“So he took Eva to scare the poltergeist, huh?” Dean tried to lighten the mood.
“If we need to, we can take you to a real doctor,” Sam suggested, not taking the bait.
“Dr. Robert is a real doctor, Sam,” Dean defended their friend.
“I mean one with a valid medical license and I don’t know… hospital privileges.”
“Did you forget why you and Benny had to break me out of that hospital in Metairie, so no Sam, just no? The only time that will happen is when I can’t make that decision myself.”
“Dean, we need…”
“I shouldn’t have to remind you, I’m a pregnant man Sam,” Dean reminded him “and not the manufactured kind like Thomas Beattie, the kind with XY chromosomes.”
“Boy for once you’re the one making sense,” Missouri agreed siding with Dean as she entered the room. “Fix your face, that don’t work on me, and besides, you know he’s right Sam. You’re just scared. And mad.”
“Did you hear from Dr. Robert yet?” Sam asked between gritted teeth.
“Yes, he’ll be here in about two hours, he had to get the hunter stabilized before he could leave.” Missouri advised. “I’ve got a reading in a couple of minutes, gotta lie and tell the librarian that she’s going to find love so while I’m gone you two decide whether you want to be the Hardy Boys or Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka, but either way keep the noise down, it’s bad for business.”
It turned out it was four hours instead of two before Dr. Robert and Eva made it back to Lawrence, and for once Eva wasn’t in a pissy mood. Dean figured that either she got laid or someone died.
The doctor asked Dean a series of questions, which he decided were designed to drive him crazy or to determine if he was stupid, because they were the same questions just phrased differently. Once the Q&A was over, he had Dean disrobe and he heard Sam suck in his breath once his shirt was off. Knowing that the noise wasn’t sexual, Dean glanced down at himself and understood because his chest was red with inflammation.
He was already in pain, but now the doctor was probing his chest asking him to tell him where he was the most tender before he sat back and said, “hmm.”
“What does hmm mean doc,” Sam asked and Dean wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
“Well, I have a theory, but I want to put my trusty sonogram to work before I tell you what I think it is.”
“That means don’t badger him until he has seen everything,” Eve snapped as Sam was ready to ask him another question.
Dean watched suspiciously as Eva put the normally cold gel on his chest, but because of the inflammation, it was soothing but he wasn’t going to tell her because he’s sure she would like to twist his nipples just to make sure he hurt and he wasn’t going to give her that pleasure.
Dean looked down at himself and noticed that his pecs were swollen and slightly rounded and his nipples even looked larger, instead of being small and hard as they normally were, they now looked …puffy. Lifting his gaze, his eyes searched the room until they found Sam’s and saw the worry mirrored there.
Fifteen minutes later, Dr. Robert was looking at black and white grainy pictures of his chest, but not saying anything but hmm again. If he did that one more time, Dean was sure he was going to hit the man.
Finally he couldn’t take the silence any longer, “What’s happening doc, what’s wrong with me?” Dean asked.
“Well, Dean, it seems that you’re… well you’re growing breasts.”
“Breasts?” Sam squeaked.
“Tits? You’re telling me that I’m growing tits?” Dean demanded.
“Well, yes,” He answered. “They are growing pretty much the same as a prepubescent girl, only faster the same as the first month of your pregnancy was accelerated.”
“What am I supposed to do with ti… breasts?” Dean yelled.
“How about feed your god damned baby when it’s born!” Eva yelled back. “You grew a fucking uterus and this is what freaks you out? Too bad it’s not Sam that’s pregnant because that way his two babies could nurse together.”
The three men all turned to stare at Eva as though she’d grown another head. She’d made her share of sarcastic remarks and had even been objective (for Eva) in her dealing with this problem, but tonight she took them all by surprise with her sudden outburst.
“You deal with supernatural shit everyday so just because you went and got yourself cursed you’re acting all surprised that this is happening to you. If you don’t want this baby then here,” she said taking a knife from her pocket, “have doc cut it out of you or shut the fuck up about every little change that is happening to you.”
“Oh, so then you’d be ok if you suddenly grew a dick?” Dean asked.
“If it gave me the ability to beat you until you stop whining like a little bitch, then yeah.” She replied.
“Why do even do this fucking job if you have no sympathy for the people you’re supposed to be helping,” Sam barked at her, suddenly standing straight and rigid, ready to defend Dean.
“Everyone needs to calm down, and Sam if you want me to continue helping Dean, then back up off of her,” the doctor threatened as he stepped between the irate hunter and his assistant.
“You hunters are all the same, selfish,” Eva spouted from behind the doctor.
“Do what you gotta do doc, you protect yours and I’ll protect what’s mine,” Sam issued a threat of his own, “but if you abandon or hurt Dean and this baby, I promise you that whatever’s hunting you I’ll help it find you. Both of you.”
“That’s enough Sam,” Missouri shouted as she glared evilly at the doctor and Eva. “Little girl you can’t come in here and dump all of your hate for your mama and daddy on these men. They are too dangerous for you to play with and your being a female won’t stop them, understand.”
“Yes,” Eva nervously answered. Her quick glance at Sam told her that she had seriously underestimated this man, and she’s damned sure she’d done the same with Dean, that the older man was just letting her think that she was on equal footing. Seeing them both defensive and protective, she no longer thought them soft and weak, but now she knew there was a reason others hunters spoke of them in awe.
“Girl, these boys took on the devil himself, do you really think that your skinny ass scares them? Come on with me before you get you and the doctor hurt.”
Eva didn’t say a word as she followed Missouri out of the room.
“We good doc?” Dean asked.
The trembling doctor nodded his head and gestured for Dean to sit back on the bed to conclude his examination.
In the end, there wasn’t a lot the doctor could do for Dean, because like Sam Dean didn’t want to take medication, even that deemed safe for pregnancies, and settled for topical cream to help soothe the inflammation and the sore puffy nipples.
Once they were across town, back in their own home, Sam helped Dean undress and rubbed the cream onto his tortured flesh.
“Dean?” Sam asked.
“Mm Sammy?” Dean purred, loving the feel of Sam’s hands on him.
“We haven’t talked about it, but don’t you think we should?”
“Talk about what?”
“The curse, I mean this curse is about getting what we desire, so what did you desire that caused you to get pregnant and grow boobs?”
“I guess we can discuss that, as long as we stay away from the topic of why it was the first time I let you top, I end up on the wrong end of a witches spell.”
Sam asked again not to be deterred by Dean’s sarcasm, “What did you want, Dean?”
“You.”
“Me?” Sam asked as his voice choked with emotion, “You’ve always had me, Dee.”
Dean turned around to face Sam and the love that he saw in the younger man’s eyes took his breath away as he sought the words needed to explain what he meant.
“I know that, but not like I wanted you Sam. I wanted to be able to… to do everything with you without censure.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Remember the night before we went to meet Monica and you booked us in that fancy restaurant?” Dean asked.
“Yes,” Sam answered still confused.
“You were going to kiss me, in public, but you had to stop because Tamara and that other hunter spotted us. I wanted us not to have to stop because someone who knew us happens to see us like that.” Dean explains. “I also wondered what it would be like to have a child with you, one with those dimples, that girly hair…”
“And green eyes,” Sam added as he leaned forward and let his lips slid across Dean’s soft and slow, allowing all of the love he felt into the kiss, “don’t forget green eyes.”
Sam wanted to kiss Dean all over, but the soreness in his chest prevented that, but he wanted to show Dean how much he was loved. He continued with the soft kisses until he reached Dean’s clavicle, he wanted to suck on these puffy nipples, but pain was not on the menu.
Reaching up, Sam took two pillows, placed them against the headboard, and tenderly helped Dean relax against them. Once Dean was settled Sam helped him out of his pants and boxers before crawling up between his bent legs and placing a kiss on his lips.
“I wanted the same Dean. I wanted to be able to protect you for once and not be a disappointment to you.” He confessed before kissing Dean’s shiny plump lips. “I wanted to get you out of this life and if I had the power, I’d make it so that you’d never know this life, that there was no Crowley, Lucifer, Alistair or bumps in the night.”
Hearing Dean moan into his kiss went straight to his cock, and Sam fought to resist flipping Dean over on his stomach and opening him with his tongue and fucking him until he couldn’t walk. Instead, he moved his mouth along Dean’s jawline until his mouth found the spot behind his lover’s ear and he gently raked over it with his teeth.
“God, Sam,” Dean whimpered, “I can’t, hurts when you touch my chest.”
“Not gonna touch your chest, Dean,” Sam promised him as he placed an arm on each side of Deans hips and let their cocks slide together and smiled as despite what he was saying, Dean lifted his hips in an attempt to get some friction. “Just wanna show you that I want you too, now lay back and let me drive my baby.”
Sam dipped in and kissed Dean’s lips again before moving down and kissing his stomach, licking and tasting Dean’s skin, dipping his tongue into the older man’s navel. He stopped the kissing for a short while to rest his head on the slight swell of Dean’s belly. This was their baby, and the thought of him putting a child into Dean made him harder.
Lifting Dean’s legs, Sam placed them on his shoulders giving him total access to Dean’s hole, balls and dick, but at the same time, he was careful not to jar the man underneath him to cause pain to his chest and back. Once he was certain that Dean was comfortable and not in pain, he began his assault.
He wasn’t going to fuck Dean tonight, but he was going to leave him satisfied nonetheless.
He licked, bit and kissed the sensitive skin causing Dean to writhe and buck beneath his skilled hands. Instead of touching the beautiful cock in front of him, Sam lifted Dean’s hips, and let his tongue find that tightly furled muscle and began to lick.
His tongue darted in and out of Dean’s hole, enjoying the earthy taste of his brother, opening him up as though he was going to slide his dick in. He’s not sure which made him harder, the thought of his dick slipping into that tight slick channel or Dean pushing down onto his tongue as if in invitation. When he was healed, Sam was so going to take him up on it.
Reluctantly, Sam pulled his tongue and opened his mouth wide enough to take in Dean’s balls before spitting them out and taking them in one at a time. He let go when he felt them tightening up, and his hand moved to clamp around the base of Dean’s dick to stop him from coming.
“You only get to come when my mouth is on you, baby.” Sam teased.
“Stop teasing Sam, need your mouth,” Dean begged.
Sam obliged by moving his hand and lowering his mouth to the head of Dean’s dick and flicked out his tongue to taste the come gathered there before sliding his mouth down Dean’s length until the dick hit the back of his throat.
Once he felt Dean hit the back of his throat, Sam glanced up to watch Dean as he blew him, but instead of looking down, Dean’s head was flung back, his hair framed his face, his mouth was slack with pleasure and he looked fucking gorgeous. With his eyes trained on Dean’s beautiful face, Sam sped up as his mouth milked Dean’s dick.
“Gonna…ugh Sam,” Dean tried to warn his brother he was coming, but Sam couldn’t respond because he was drinking down the warm milky liquid as it spurted from Dean’s dick.
From his vantage point, Sam watched mesmerized as Dean’s stomach muscles clenched as his body worked through the orgasm, and soon Sam was stroking his own dick to the rhythm of Dean’s breathing until his stomach was clenching as well.
“Sam, do you need me…” Dean asked, breathless.
“No, I’m good,” Sam told him as he moved to pull the covers over them.
“Oh, and Sam, still not your fucking baby,” Dean yawned sleepily.
Sam smiled at Dean’s statement. He wanted to hug Dean into his body and cuddle but he wasn’t sure if he could do that without hurting the older man, so he lay as close as he could until he heard the even breathing that told him Dean was asleep.
As he lay there, Sam managed to get close enough to place one large hand on Dean’s stomach to cradle his child. He realized that for the first time he was content. Even though he wasn’t sure what was going to happen with Dean, Sam was relaxed and comfortable in a way that he thought he had with Jess and later Amelia, but neither made him feel like this, as if he was home.
After the last visit with Dr. Robert Sam tried to keep a close watch over Dean without him noticing, but he was stupid to think that Dean would let him get away with it let alone pretend not to notice. Even though he couldn’t see any change in Dean other than his hair growing longer (almost touching his shoulders now), his breasts were getting larger and at almost five months pregnant his belly was larger, Sam still worried.
“Nothing’s going on Sam,” was the start of their ongoing argument when Dean thought Sam was getting over bearing. “I’m pregnant not stupid.”
He’s not sure why, but after thirty plus years of living in each other’s pockets, from sharing hotel rooms to being in the car for hours on end, having their own house seemed to be the thing to cause them to constantly irritate each other.
They have a couple of guest bedrooms, a front porch and a back yard and a basement, but they always seem to gravitate to each other as though they were hard wired to seek each other out. It seemed to Sam that they both missed the excitement of saving people and hunting things, being in a place of their own was dare he say it …boring. It was the same thing day in and day out, but at least he had his job and he could still do the research he loved so much, but Dean just had the house and he couldn’t even do the work himself.
“Hey, Sam can I see you for a minute?” His boss and firm partner Jeff Johns asked him.
“Yeah, Jeff, nothing I can’t finish later,” Sam told him as he looked up from his computer. It wasn’t as though he was going to tell his boss that he was too busy to talk to him.
“Good, I’ll see you in my office in five.” He said as he walked away.
Used to being on a tight schedule, Sam quickly closed out and protected his work, and made it into Jeff’s office in three minutes. He wasn’t being a kiss ass by arriving early, but he knew that his boss was timing him and five minutes meant arrive in four.
“Look Sam,” Jeff started as soon as Sam sat down, “This is a delicate situation and you’re the best researcher that we have here, but know that what we are about to discuss doesn’t leave this room.”
“That goes without saying.” Sam assured his boss.
“Good, good. I have a sister that lives in Omaha, Nebraska who visited me last month. On her return trip home, she stopped in Atchison to see the Museum there and one of the old cemeteries to do some grave etchings before making her way home. Once she arrived home she… she changed, became violent, never slept and my brother-in-law became increasingly worried about her and expressed this to me, but I didn’t have time to go there. When he woke up one night to her standing over him holding a knife, he took the kids and left. Well it seemed that once her family was gone Sarah picked up a stranger and tortured him before she finally killed him.”
Sam could guess what was going on with Jeff’s sister, but if he started spouting off about supernatural things, then he would be fired and run out of town, so he played it safe by playing dumb and said, “I’m not sure where I come in, Jeff.”
“I need you to trace her footsteps and find out what happened to my ultraconservative sister, and see if there is a way to get her out of this mess.”
“The first thing I’ll need to do is talk to her,” Sam told the man as he started trying to sort through the information he’d just been given to determine what was going on with his boss’ sister.
“Your…boyfriend, he gonna be okay with this?”
“Not really, but he’ll understand.”
Dean was more understanding that Sam gave him credit for, and when Sam called to reserve a hotel room, he understood why. The idiot thought he was going to go on this hunt with him.
“No Dean,” Sam told him. “There’s no way you think that this is a good idea.”
“I’m a good hunter Sam; I still know how to do my job.” Dean argued.
“I know that Dean, but things are different now, you’re pregnant and I can’t, I won’t risk the baby and I don’t think you want to either.”
“I don’t Sam, it’s just that you’re going in blind and alone, and that scares me.”
“I tried to call Garth, but he’s working on a case in South Carolina, and there’s no one I trust to have my back,” Sam attempted to justify his actions.
“What about Benny?” Dean asked.
“Benny?” Sam asked in return, “The Benny that eye fucks you whenever he’s near. I won’t even begin to imagine what kind of fucking he did when you were in purgatory.”
“We fucked over creatures who were trying to kill us, but no time for actual fucking Sam, not like say, you and the goddamned vet. I mean why not fuck her right. You had nothing better to do, because I wasn’t worth looking for,” Dean bitterly accused.
“Dean, I thought we had gotten past that,” Sam almost pleaded because he really had no defense for not looking for Dean.
“Then stop accusing me of fucking Benny, because it must be your jealousy, your guilt that has you seeing things that aren’t there. I don’t know what you see when you look at him, but all I see is a friend.” Dean stated before challenging, “I also see you have two choices, me or Benny, but you’re not going on this job alone.”
“You tell me it’s me being jealous or guilty, and you may be partly right,” Sam agreed, “but he fucking calls you Mon chère, his beloved, when you are supposed to be mine!”
Dean walked over to Sam and took his hand before placing it on his stomach just as the baby kicked. “This should tell you that I am yours and no one else’s. If I didn’t love you, didn’t want you then this spell would have never worked. There would be no house, no baby, no us.”
Those words seemed to soothe Sam, so he called the vampire. He may believe that Dean only wanted him, but that didn’t mean that the vampire wasn’t interested. He called Benny, but it was under duress and soon the two of them were making their way to Omaha to question to Sarah Nelson about her trip.
A month. It took a month for Sam and Benny to find the information that they were looking for because while there was no doubt that something happened to the petite woman, she was reluctant to talk about it, making them work harder to solve her case. He wondered what Dean would write about him in that journal that he thinks that Sam doesn’t know about.
Sarah had always wanted to visit Atchison, a city known for being haunted, but her family weren’t as interested as her, so on the trip to visit her brother, she’d finally been able to stop. Her last clear memory was stopping at one of the old cemeteries and after that, she doesn’t remember anything until she woke up covered in blood.
Even though he didn’t want to work with Benny, Sam grudgingly admitted that the vampire had good investigative instincts. While they were in Omaha, there were several similar murders that with a lot of work, led Sam and Benny to ghost whom somehow hitched a ride with Sarah. A quick salt and burn and a full report for Jeff (minus the supernatural explanation) and Sam and Benny were on the way back to Lawrence and Dean.
Sam decided to invite Benny back to their house so that Dean would know that Sam hadn’t beheaded the vampire. Once they reached the house Sam found Dean in the back yard taking advantage of the beautiful spring day by starting a garden.
When Dean stood up and walked towards him, Sam smiled because he was so happy to see Dean. They’d learned the hard way that phone sex just wasn’t the same as touching and tasting. When Dean reached him and gave him a hug, his head rested on Sam’s chest it felt like home, like this was what he’d been trying to find his entire life. Dean’s hair was pulled back into a ponytail he looked, happy. After he reached up and gave Sam a welcome home kiss, he glanced at Benny and said, “Sam who’s your friend?”
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