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Author: claudia_lexan
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 1,704
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Thank you to my beta Mago186.
Notes: Crossver with the movie junior
Notes: The curse explained. At the beginning of this story the curse began life a s a spell. A spell that was cast/done by a woman that Sam had pissed off. This spell/curse took Sam's memories away of any relationship he had with Dean. Several months later he got his memories back though a serious of dreams that were visions. These memories were once again taken from him by a demon. This curse/spell means that only one of them can ever be happy. One of them has to be miserable at all times, but the boys are never too happy when apart. This demon refers to the spell as a curse. As it has caused so much damage. The curse can only be ended with Dean's death and all hold any demon or pissed off woman has with them will go.
Notes: This is set around the time that Sam decided that Stanford was a good thing.
Disclaimer: These are not characters of my own creation
Summary: After a curse and a night of sex with his brother Dean falls pregnant. Only Sam doesn't remember that night or the curse
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 A part 7 B part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11a part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16
It was a bright Sunday morning. He could hear the sounds of people in the room next to him arguing. With the first real smile he had felt in months, he settled further into the bed. He was comfortable and happy. For the first time in a long time he actually felt comfortable in his surroundings. Sam was with him and despite still having reservations about that he was happy. He reached out with his hand expecting to come in to contact with Sam. All he found was an empty half of the bed. He couldn’t hear the shower running that would have easily explained Sam’s absence.
Placing one hand on the bed he put his feet on the floor. With one hand holding the headboard for support he managed to get up. With a growing feeling of dread he opened the bathroom door and found it to be empty. He slowly walked around the small motel room searching for a note from Sam. Anything that could tell him Sam hadn’t left him again. When after twenty minutes of searching he still hadn’t found anything, his heart began to break. Knowing that it would only crush that little bit of hope he still had, he opened the motel room door to look outside. The impala was still in the same place Sam had parked it. It hadn’t moved. In that instant, he knew Sam wouldn’t be coming back to see him again.
He quickly sat back down on the bed. He knew that whatever had caused Sam to leave was bad. The happiness he had felt earlier was gone. In its place was a strange acceptance. He had known that Sam would leave eventually…he just didn’t think it would be so soon. Running a hand over his bump he knew that there was only one thing he could do. He reached into his coat pocket and took out his cell phone. He flipped open his cell phone and dialed a number he knew too well.
“Hello,” Sam said. He was angry, exhausted and confused. For the last hour he had been walking down some backwater road and he had no idea how he came to be on the road. The last thing he could remember was going to a party, but being drunk didn’t explain his current situation.
“Where are you?” It wasn’t the question he wanted to ask him, if Sam’s memories had once again been taken from him. He should have asked Sam about college, but he didn’t have enough tolerance for a normal conversation with Sam.
“Why are you so interested in my where I am?” He didn’t need Dean calling him just to ask a dumb question. He had left the hunt behind him nearly seven months ago. Dean’s constant attempts at trying to remain in contact with him were beginning to get old.
“I just need to talk to someone.” He wasn’t usually so emotional and needy, but events of the last few months had changed him.
Kicking a stone with more force than was necessary he replied. “Can’t you find a willing waitress or hooker? All you would have to do is pay them for their time.”
“Sammy I just need to talk to someone.” He now knew from the way Sam was talking to him that what had caused Sam to leave the motel wasn’t done willing. Having that knowledge didn’t make him feel any better.
He knew that Dean wouldn’t stop complaining until he showed some kind of concern. Swallowing back the revulsion he asked. “What do you want to tell me Dean?”
He knew that telling Sam about the pregnancy again would achieve nothing. It had taken too much out of him to let his defences down for a second time. He had to let Sam know he wasn’t to blame for what had happened even though Sam wouldn’t understand what he was talking about. “I know you don’t remember anything but I need to tell you something you can’t understand. I forgive you Sam. I love you and I want you to remember that.”
“What are you on about?”
Rubbing a hand over his baby bump he replied. “If you get the urge in the next few months or even years to contact me, ignore it. I don’t want to hear from you again. If you ever get into trouble again call the police, don’t even think of contacting me. Forget you have a brother.”
“Dean.”
“I’m done pretending that what has happened in the last few months doesn’t hurt. Enjoy the college life Sammy. Embrace that normal life you crave so much and forget I exist.” He didn’t even give Sam the chance to reply he just snapped his cell phone shut.
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An hour after ending his telephone conversation with Sam, he checked out of the motel room. He was currently driving down a backwater road. He had no destination in mind, he just needed to drive and feel that sense of freedom that always came with being on the road. He had none of his usual music playing; the only sound he had to sooth his frayed nerves was the impala’s engine.
He was a hundred miles away from the motel when he pulled the impala to a stop by the side of the road. There was one more person he had to phone.
He took his cell phone off the dashboard, flipped it open and pressed speed dial number two. After allowing it to ring a few times he got his dad’s voicemail. He immediately pressed the end button. This wasn’t something he could leave in a message.
He quickly pressed the redial button. He got voicemail for a second time.
The same thing happened on his next eight attempts, but he was not going to give up. He needed to speak to his dad and he was going to keep calling his dad until he got an answer.
After twenty frustrating minutes of pressing the redial button and on his sixteenth attempt, he finally got his dad instead of the voice mail.
“Dean,” John said. He was in the middle of something important and ignoring Dean’s many attempts to contact him had been intentional. It was only due to the constant ringing that he had finally answered the phone.
“How are things going with the hunt?”
Looking at the old newspaper clippings, books and specialist magazines spread out across the small table he said, “It is going okay. Why don’t you just tell me what is bothering you.”
“Do you remember that job I did with Sam seven months ago?”
“When you and Sam came back to the motel room, something had changed between the pair of you.” The change between his sons had only been small and wouldn’t have been noticed by anyone else. It had been enough for him to keep a very watchful eye on his sons.
“There was a fight with a demon and something went wrong. I was cursed and Sam lost some of his memories.”
“What memories did Sam lose and what does this curse entail.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore, the memories he lost changed him. The details of the curse are not important; you just need to know that I am pregnant.”
“Pregnant.” He repeated the word pregnant as if it would make what Dean had just told him a joke.
“In six weeks time you will be a grandpa.”
Hundreds of questions rushed though his mind. Most of those questions included swear words. His eldest son was pregnant. The pregnancy was only happening though what he could only assume was the curse. “It explains the weight gain.”
“Are you okay with this?”
“My eldest son is pregnant due to a curse that I am being kept in the dark about, when it comes to more information. You screwed up a hunt and in the process got your younger brother injured. You have been pregnant for just over seven months and I’m only now finding out about it.”
“I’m telling you now.”
“How could you be so irresponsible to get cursed and end up pregnant? I know I trained you not to be like that.”
“I’m not a solider under your command. I am your son and I can’t change what has happened. I’m pregnant dad and I would like your support.”
Picking up the journal he began to look though the pages searching for someone who would be able to help with Dean’s problem. He finally found the person he was looking for when he found Pastor Jim’s name. “Where are you staying Dean?”
Instantly suspicious of what could have been an innocent question from his dad, he decided to listen to that little voice of suspicion and chose to lie. “I’m about an hour’s drive away from Sam’s place. It’s been nearly eight months and it is about time I saw him again.”
“There is a diner ten miles away from Sam’s apartment. I want you to go there so we can visit Sam together.” He did not want Dean to pull Sam into his delusion. He knew that his two sons had most probably been cursed. That part of what Dean had told him was the truth. He didn’t believe that the pregnancy was a part of that curse though. He highly doubted that his son was even pregnant.
“When will you get to the diner?” To his dad it most probably sounded as if he was falling into line, but he wasn’t. He just wanted the conversation over with.
“Two hours and you will wait for me.”
“If you are not here in two hours I will go to see Sam alone.” Before his dad could reply he snapped shut his cell phone, ending the phone call.
Dean had hung up on him and that was something that had never happened before. He had always been the one to end a phone conversation with Dean. His eldest son was slowly falling apart, with his fantasises of a pregnancy. Could it be that his focus on the hunt for the yellow eyed demon could be an explanation for Dean’s unusual behaviour? Had he expect too much of his eldest son and as a result he had buckled under the pressure? He had to help Dean. He would be calling in long owed favours and contacting the people he knew had extensive knowledge of demons curses.
Fandom: Supernatural
Word Count: 1,704
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Thank you to my beta Mago186.
Notes: Crossver with the movie junior
Notes: The curse explained. At the beginning of this story the curse began life a s a spell. A spell that was cast/done by a woman that Sam had pissed off. This spell/curse took Sam's memories away of any relationship he had with Dean. Several months later he got his memories back though a serious of dreams that were visions. These memories were once again taken from him by a demon. This curse/spell means that only one of them can ever be happy. One of them has to be miserable at all times, but the boys are never too happy when apart. This demon refers to the spell as a curse. As it has caused so much damage. The curse can only be ended with Dean's death and all hold any demon or pissed off woman has with them will go.
Notes: This is set around the time that Sam decided that Stanford was a good thing.
Disclaimer: These are not characters of my own creation
Summary: After a curse and a night of sex with his brother Dean falls pregnant. Only Sam doesn't remember that night or the curse
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 A part 7 B part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11a part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16
It was a bright Sunday morning. He could hear the sounds of people in the room next to him arguing. With the first real smile he had felt in months, he settled further into the bed. He was comfortable and happy. For the first time in a long time he actually felt comfortable in his surroundings. Sam was with him and despite still having reservations about that he was happy. He reached out with his hand expecting to come in to contact with Sam. All he found was an empty half of the bed. He couldn’t hear the shower running that would have easily explained Sam’s absence.
Placing one hand on the bed he put his feet on the floor. With one hand holding the headboard for support he managed to get up. With a growing feeling of dread he opened the bathroom door and found it to be empty. He slowly walked around the small motel room searching for a note from Sam. Anything that could tell him Sam hadn’t left him again. When after twenty minutes of searching he still hadn’t found anything, his heart began to break. Knowing that it would only crush that little bit of hope he still had, he opened the motel room door to look outside. The impala was still in the same place Sam had parked it. It hadn’t moved. In that instant, he knew Sam wouldn’t be coming back to see him again.
He quickly sat back down on the bed. He knew that whatever had caused Sam to leave was bad. The happiness he had felt earlier was gone. In its place was a strange acceptance. He had known that Sam would leave eventually…he just didn’t think it would be so soon. Running a hand over his bump he knew that there was only one thing he could do. He reached into his coat pocket and took out his cell phone. He flipped open his cell phone and dialed a number he knew too well.
“Hello,” Sam said. He was angry, exhausted and confused. For the last hour he had been walking down some backwater road and he had no idea how he came to be on the road. The last thing he could remember was going to a party, but being drunk didn’t explain his current situation.
“Where are you?” It wasn’t the question he wanted to ask him, if Sam’s memories had once again been taken from him. He should have asked Sam about college, but he didn’t have enough tolerance for a normal conversation with Sam.
“Why are you so interested in my where I am?” He didn’t need Dean calling him just to ask a dumb question. He had left the hunt behind him nearly seven months ago. Dean’s constant attempts at trying to remain in contact with him were beginning to get old.
“I just need to talk to someone.” He wasn’t usually so emotional and needy, but events of the last few months had changed him.
Kicking a stone with more force than was necessary he replied. “Can’t you find a willing waitress or hooker? All you would have to do is pay them for their time.”
“Sammy I just need to talk to someone.” He now knew from the way Sam was talking to him that what had caused Sam to leave the motel wasn’t done willing. Having that knowledge didn’t make him feel any better.
He knew that Dean wouldn’t stop complaining until he showed some kind of concern. Swallowing back the revulsion he asked. “What do you want to tell me Dean?”
He knew that telling Sam about the pregnancy again would achieve nothing. It had taken too much out of him to let his defences down for a second time. He had to let Sam know he wasn’t to blame for what had happened even though Sam wouldn’t understand what he was talking about. “I know you don’t remember anything but I need to tell you something you can’t understand. I forgive you Sam. I love you and I want you to remember that.”
“What are you on about?”
Rubbing a hand over his baby bump he replied. “If you get the urge in the next few months or even years to contact me, ignore it. I don’t want to hear from you again. If you ever get into trouble again call the police, don’t even think of contacting me. Forget you have a brother.”
“Dean.”
“I’m done pretending that what has happened in the last few months doesn’t hurt. Enjoy the college life Sammy. Embrace that normal life you crave so much and forget I exist.” He didn’t even give Sam the chance to reply he just snapped his cell phone shut.
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An hour after ending his telephone conversation with Sam, he checked out of the motel room. He was currently driving down a backwater road. He had no destination in mind, he just needed to drive and feel that sense of freedom that always came with being on the road. He had none of his usual music playing; the only sound he had to sooth his frayed nerves was the impala’s engine.
He was a hundred miles away from the motel when he pulled the impala to a stop by the side of the road. There was one more person he had to phone.
He took his cell phone off the dashboard, flipped it open and pressed speed dial number two. After allowing it to ring a few times he got his dad’s voicemail. He immediately pressed the end button. This wasn’t something he could leave in a message.
He quickly pressed the redial button. He got voicemail for a second time.
The same thing happened on his next eight attempts, but he was not going to give up. He needed to speak to his dad and he was going to keep calling his dad until he got an answer.
After twenty frustrating minutes of pressing the redial button and on his sixteenth attempt, he finally got his dad instead of the voice mail.
“Dean,” John said. He was in the middle of something important and ignoring Dean’s many attempts to contact him had been intentional. It was only due to the constant ringing that he had finally answered the phone.
“How are things going with the hunt?”
Looking at the old newspaper clippings, books and specialist magazines spread out across the small table he said, “It is going okay. Why don’t you just tell me what is bothering you.”
“Do you remember that job I did with Sam seven months ago?”
“When you and Sam came back to the motel room, something had changed between the pair of you.” The change between his sons had only been small and wouldn’t have been noticed by anyone else. It had been enough for him to keep a very watchful eye on his sons.
“There was a fight with a demon and something went wrong. I was cursed and Sam lost some of his memories.”
“What memories did Sam lose and what does this curse entail.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore, the memories he lost changed him. The details of the curse are not important; you just need to know that I am pregnant.”
“Pregnant.” He repeated the word pregnant as if it would make what Dean had just told him a joke.
“In six weeks time you will be a grandpa.”
Hundreds of questions rushed though his mind. Most of those questions included swear words. His eldest son was pregnant. The pregnancy was only happening though what he could only assume was the curse. “It explains the weight gain.”
“Are you okay with this?”
“My eldest son is pregnant due to a curse that I am being kept in the dark about, when it comes to more information. You screwed up a hunt and in the process got your younger brother injured. You have been pregnant for just over seven months and I’m only now finding out about it.”
“I’m telling you now.”
“How could you be so irresponsible to get cursed and end up pregnant? I know I trained you not to be like that.”
“I’m not a solider under your command. I am your son and I can’t change what has happened. I’m pregnant dad and I would like your support.”
Picking up the journal he began to look though the pages searching for someone who would be able to help with Dean’s problem. He finally found the person he was looking for when he found Pastor Jim’s name. “Where are you staying Dean?”
Instantly suspicious of what could have been an innocent question from his dad, he decided to listen to that little voice of suspicion and chose to lie. “I’m about an hour’s drive away from Sam’s place. It’s been nearly eight months and it is about time I saw him again.”
“There is a diner ten miles away from Sam’s apartment. I want you to go there so we can visit Sam together.” He did not want Dean to pull Sam into his delusion. He knew that his two sons had most probably been cursed. That part of what Dean had told him was the truth. He didn’t believe that the pregnancy was a part of that curse though. He highly doubted that his son was even pregnant.
“When will you get to the diner?” To his dad it most probably sounded as if he was falling into line, but he wasn’t. He just wanted the conversation over with.
“Two hours and you will wait for me.”
“If you are not here in two hours I will go to see Sam alone.” Before his dad could reply he snapped shut his cell phone, ending the phone call.
Dean had hung up on him and that was something that had never happened before. He had always been the one to end a phone conversation with Dean. His eldest son was slowly falling apart, with his fantasises of a pregnancy. Could it be that his focus on the hunt for the yellow eyed demon could be an explanation for Dean’s unusual behaviour? Had he expect too much of his eldest son and as a result he had buckled under the pressure? He had to help Dean. He would be calling in long owed favours and contacting the people he knew had extensive knowledge of demons curses.