Fic: Blaze Of Glory (3/?)
Title: Blaze of Glory
Authors: luscious_rebel & mpregloveranon
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mpreg, Character Death (no main characters), H/C
Disclaimer: We just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to CW, Kripke and whoever else is rightfully making money with them. The title and lyrics belong to Bon Jovi.
Summary: Wild, wild West and we find Dean and Sam in the middle of it. Used to a peaceful living on their parents’ farm Dean’s and Sam’s normal lives change drastically, when they return from a day out in the fields to find their home lit up in flames. Having to leave the only home they ever knew behind, they start their journey across the country on the backs of their horses Impala and Ivory to meet up with their great-uncle. The journey is long and troublesome but both brothers have bigger worries to deal with when Sam discloses a secret.
The story’s inspired by an old prompt on the spnkink_meme that can be found here (big thanks to sexytexanjra, who found the prompt again for us).
Previous Chapters: 1 2
After moving Jamie’s crib to the room down the hall for Molly Dean had walked back to his and Sam’s room, to find him brother already in bed. He walked towards the chair in one corner of the room to put down the pile of Jimmy’s old clothes, which Molly had given him, all the while watching Sam attentively. He knew his brother well enough to be able to tell when he was indeed sleeping and when he was simply faking sleep, which was the case right then. Dean decided to play along with his brother’s game for a bit longer and stripped out of his clothes to slip under the sheets right behind Sam. Curling an arm around his brother he pressed his body flush against Sam’s, feeling the comforting heat his lover was emanating. “I love you,” he whispered, kissing his brother’s neck softly and waiting for any reaction for another few seconds before speaking up again. “I know you’re still awake, Sammy. What is it?”
The younger brother sighed. “I love you too, Dean!” That said, he slowly moved a little to cuddled up a bit more. His hand reached out to come to rest on Dean’s and he softly caressed his brother’s digits. “I… I don’t know how to explain this, Dean, but I… Suddenly I’m quite sure you know?” Sam’s voice sounded surprisingly calm.
Dean stayed quiet for a moment but pressed another loving kiss to Sam’s shoulder to show him his support. “That’s okay, Sammy… I told you we would find a way to deal,” he murmured lowly. “If you really are having a baby, then we will find a way to raise it as well as we can, I promise you that.”
“You wanna… keep it?” Sam felt his heart bouncing madly within his chest as he carefully asked that question. He wasn’t sure whether he liked the idea of keeping the baby or not. Under different circumstances he easily would have accepted the pregnancy, but nothing was easy at the moment. Their parents had just died and they had lost all their belongings.
“Of course I do, Sam,” Dean hurried to assure his brother, when he heard the surprise in his tone. “I’m certainly not going to put the baby in a children’s home or anything…” He went on explaining in a clam and soothing voice. He had felt Sam’s shoulders tense and shifted closer to his brother, resting his hand right above Sam’s heart. “I know that the next few months aren’t going to be easy but… I’m sure that Uncle Bobby will help us and even if he doesn’t… I’ll find a way to make everything work, okay?”
The younger Winchester sighed softly before he closed his eyes. “It’s just that there are ways…” he started his suggestion and hoped that Dean would understand what he was talking about.
It took Dean a few seconds to get what Sam was trying to hint at and he sucked in a shocked breath when he understood what his baby brother was suggesting. “No, Sammy! That’s just not an option… We’ve just lost Mom and Dad… and I know you’re scared and that it hurts,” Dean paused for a moment, his breathing labored as he tried to keep his emotions at bay. “I won’t let anyone else in this family die now,” he clarified with a scratchy voice.
“I’m scared,” Sam admitted before he turned in Dean’s arms to face him. “I could be wrong, but… I had a talk with Molly and now I’m pretty sure that I’m pregnant… I miss Mom and Dad too, but I don’t know if we can do this, Dean…” Sam looked into his brother’s beautiful eyes.
Dean held his brother’s gaze steadily, seeing all the doubts and fears clouding Sam’s usually so happy eyes, and the lump in his throat was back again. “Don’t worry, Sammy, I’ll take care of you. I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I promise.” He cupped Sam’s cheek gently and leaned forward to give him a affectionate kiss.
Sam sighed softly against Dean’s lips before he reached out to wrap his arm around his older brother. Slowly Sam closed his eyes while he responded to the kiss, which gave him back some of the trust into the future, which he had lost during the last couple of days. Dean’s familiar scent helped him to calm down and he reached out to take Dean’s hand, which he placed on his belly. It felt good to feel it through the thin fabric of the night shirt he was wearing.
Holding his breath for a few seconds without really knowing he was doing it, Dean felt a flutter of hope well up inside him. After the tragic events of the day before, they had lost everything they had ever known but as exciting and downright scary as the prospect of having a baby with Sammy was, he had to admit that it also felt strangely reassuring to know that they would get a new chance of being a family again. “It will all be alright,” he vowed one more time, closing his own eyes and snuggling closer to Sam’s warm body.
A faint smile crept onto Sam’s lips. “We’ll do the best we can,” he assured his older brother. “So… it’ll be you and me and… the baby…”
“Yes,” Dean confirmed softly and kissed his brother once more. “How about trying to sleep now? This bed if pretty comfortable and we have to take care of a lot of stuff tomorrow…”
“Ok… Let’s close our eyes…,” Sam agreed and cuddled up a bit more. “Love you.”
“I love you, too, babe,“ the older brother responded fondly and settled in for sleep.
***
Sleeping surely did good to the young Winchesters. When he opened his eyes, Sam felt like a bit of his strength had come back over night and he was happy about that. The sunrays, which painted the room in a soft warm shade, made his mood lighten up. However the happiness quickly got tamed by the nausea which overcame his still somewhat sleepy body. On shaky feet he got up and went over to the window to take a deep breath of fresh air.
Dean felt the mattress shift and slowly opened his sleep, heavy eyelids to see Sam rush towards the window and pull it open hastily. “Morning, Sammy. Is everything alright?” He slurred, rubbing at his eyes before sitting upright and swinging his bare legs over the edge of the bed.
“Just feelin’ a bit nauseated…”
“Do you need some water, maybe?” Dean asked pulling on some pants and shoes, ready to go downstairs and get a cup for Sam.
“No, it’s ok…. I’m starting to feel better.” Sam gave Dean an assuring smile. “Just gimme a moment…”
Smiling back at his brother, Dean walked across the small room to join him at the open window. Carefully wrapping his arms around Sam’s slim waist form behind, he took a look outside at the rising sun and basked in the short-lived moment of peace.
Sam kept on smiling as he leaned against his brother. “It’s weird how the sun keeps on smiling though such sad things happen on Earth…,” he whispered while he looked outside of the window. The birds were flying and some people were moving around on the streets.
He didn’t know what to reply to that but Dean nodded against Sam’s shoulder and slowly slipped a warm hand underneath his brother’s shirt to gently rub Sam’s flat belly. “Are you up for breakfast or is your stomach still bothering you too much? We can lie down for a bit longer if you want to.”
“Breakfast sounds fine to me.” Sam looked down at Dean’s hand and couldn’t help smiling. “Feels good,” he admitted with tender intonation.
“Yes, it does,“ Dean replied warmly, kissing Sam’s neck. “I’m looking forward to meet the baby, you know,” he then confessed out of the blue, as if he was talking to himself. “I can still remember how happy I was about you when Mom said I was gonna be a big brother.” He chuckled lowly, but, even though not as brilliant as usual, there was a hopeful smile on his face.
“God, Dean…” Sam turned around to face his brother. “You’re going to be a dad…” He couldn’t hide the obvious realization in his voice and huge dark eyes looked at Dean’s face in utter surprise. Leisurely it started to dawn on him that the kid inside his belly was real.
Dean grinned as his mind processed the words. “We’re gonna be dads,” he then corrected his brother and very reluctantly let go off him. “Come on, let’s get dressed and go downstairs and see if we can get some food, you need it.” Dean winked at Sam and grabbed the clean clothes from the chair to hold them out to his lanky brother, hoping they would fit.
“Thanks.” Sam took the set of clothes and started to change. It turned out the clothes were a bit too short and he rubbed the back of his head. “I’m looking weird…”
“Those were Jimmy’s clothes. Molly gave them to me yesterday and she said we could have some more of his stuff,” the older Winchester explained quietly. “And don’t worry, you look okay. Now let’s meet up with the others in the kitchen.” He took Sam’s hand and started moving towards the door with his brother trailing after him.
“Yeah ok…” Sam gave him a little smile before all of a sudden he stopped walking. “Wait… Where’s my jacket?”
Dean stopped and turned around with a questioning frown on his face. “Why’d you want your jacket we aren’t going outside?”
"Where do you have that money from?" Dean asked in surprise as he saw what Sam had produced from his pocket.
“A few days ago I sold one of my daggers to buy a birthday present for Dad…” Sam held up the money and smiled. “It’s 20 bucks.”
"Oh," Dean replied dumbly before gathering his wits. "I guess we can buy food for a couple of days and save some of the money for when we need it."
The conversation was interrupted by a shy “Good morning,” coming from the stairs down the hall, where Eleanor was stand. “Father sent me to tell you to come and have some breakfast with us,” the girl announced politely.
“Thank you. We’re coming,” Sam told her with a smile on his lips before he went down the stairs together with Dean. Once they reached the kitchen door Sam could smell some hot chocolate and his face lightened up.
“Good morning, boys,” Mrs. Murphy greeted them from the stove were she seemed to be boiling some water for coffee or tea. The table was already set and the whole family, including Molly and her son, were already sitting down and waiting for them.
Mr. Murphy gestured towards the two empty seats on one of the wooden benches. “Sit down and have breakfast with us. There’s enough food for everyone and you boys need to keep your strength up if you really plan on taking that trip to Texas.”
“Thank you so much, Sir,” Sam responded to the offer and moved to sit down. He looked at Jamie first and smiled a little. “Good morning,” he then spoke up and meant especially Molly, whom he was thankful for the little talk they had had. Meanwhile Mrs. Murphy turned towards Dean and him. “What do you want to drink?”
“Can I have some coffee, please,” Dean asked with a thankful smile. Any day should start with a cup of steaming coffee if he was asked. He sat down next to Sam, nudging his knee beneath the table.
“Of course.” Mrs. Murphy filled several cups with coffee and handed Dean one of them.
Sam watched her actions and blushed a little. “Could I have some of the hot chocolate? Please?” He wasn’t completely comfortable with asking for some special treatment after the Murphys where kind enough to help them out, although they wouldn’t have to. It was just that the scent of the heated up milk mixed with the cocoa really got his attention and besides he never had been a big fan of coffee. It was way too bitter for his taste.
“Yes, you can, honey,” the woman replied with a motherly smile, reaching for the other pot to fill a new cup for her young visitor. “There you go.”
“Thank you.” Sam took the cup and, as he had his first sip, he looked as happy as if nothing bad had ever happened to Dean or him.
“So, you said you wanted to ride to Texas and needed provisions…” Mr. Murphy started a conversation, after everybody had taken their seats and they had said praise together. His gaze went back and forth between the two brothers.
“Uhm…” Sam bit his bottom lip and looked at Dean. He’d better leave the talking to him.
Dean looked up from the plate of eggs and bacon that Mrs. Murphy had just set down in front of him. The food smelled delicious and even after having had dinner before sleep, he was feeling quite hungry again. “We wanted to see if we could buy some food and maybe a few other things we might need for the first part of the journey…” he explained vaguely, trying to sort his thoughts. “Some extra canteens, blanket and clothes maybe…”
“I could give you some old pots to cook and tanks to store some water in,” Mrs. Murphy offered and kindly looked at the Winchester boys. Meanwhile Mr. Murphy had a bite of his food. “You too could have some of the cookies I baked,” Rachel hurried to speak up. There was not much she could do, but she wanted to add something to the support.
Sam smiled because he was happy about her offer and her cuteness was sweet. “Thank you,” he whispered and the young girl instantly felt happy.
Meanwhile Molly softly cleared her throat and turned to Dean. “How long do you expect this journey to take?”
“I don’t know. We’ll have to stop and try to earn some money every once in a while to buy more food,” he answered truthfully. “But I hope to get there before winter breaks. We can still sleep outside until early October maybe but then it will get too cold for it.”
“Are you sure you really want to go? I mean… Who knows what kind of surprises will encounter you on your way. It’s dangerous on some paths out there. You’re young, you own nothing and… You’ll need lots of energy. What if you get hurt? There’s no doctor out there.” Molly wasn’t the one to spill Sam’s secret but she surely worried now that she knew he might be pregnant.
Dean nodded in agreement. “I know it’s gonna be difficult and I’m aware of the danger but our uncle is the only family we still have. We don’t have enough money to make a living on our own, yet, and he will take us in,” he clarified with some resignation in his voice. He knew that travelling that far would be hard, especially on Sam in his current condition but the longer they waited to start their journey, the worse it would get. Even if they would wait until the baby was born, they didn’t have a place to stay and travelling with a newborn wouldn’t be possible either, so they had to get going in order to reach Bobby as soon as possible.
“You’re healthy young men. I’m sure you could find someone to let you work on a farm…” Mr. Murphy suggested.
The older Winchester lowered his eyes. “Staying here is just too much right now… In a day or two everyone will know what happened and… I don’t…” He trailed off shaking his head in frustration. He wouldn’t break down now, he knew that meeting up with Bobby was the best shot they had and he would do his best to ensure they got there in time for Sam to have their baby safely. Their uncle would help them to figure out anything else, once they got there, Dean was sure of it.
“Dean…” Sam sounded worried about his brother and reached out to place his hand on his back for a gentle rub. “We just couldn’t stand seeing all these familiar things around here which remind us of our parents…” he went on explaining.
Mr. Murphy nodded at that. “I understand your point.” He looked at his wife who also nodded in agreement and reached out to softly caress Dean’s cheek. “The two of you will be fine. But you’ll have to send us a letter once you arrived at your uncle’s.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Dean replied with a determined nod as he pulled himself together again.
Mrs. Murphy smiled at his reply. “Mary and John raised you to be good young men. You’ll find your way.”
Dean smiled at the kind woman and nodded politely before finally digging into his meal.
***
After breakfast Mr. Murphy had offered to accompany Dean to the local store to buy some essentials. Claiming that he could help him to bargain a little and make as much out of his money as possible, so Dean had readily accepted the help.
As soon as Dean stepped outside the house into the street he noticed that their horses were not where they had left them and his eyes widened in shock. “Where are…”
“I took care of them. They needed water and food,” Mr. Murphy explained. He had been sure Dean and Sam had forgotten about their horses after what happened. “Now they’re resting with our horses. They’ll need their energy once you’ll leave.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Dean said and had the feeling that all he had been doing since arriving at the Murphys’ house had been thanking them for their kindness. They were really were compassionate people and he was glad that he and Sam had such friends to count on when needed.
“You’re welcome. I wish there’d be more I could do for you boys.” Mr. Murphy reached out and squeezed Dean’s shoulder. “I know it’s a tough situation for you and your brother… Do you think you’ll be fine out there? He’s still young… A lot of problems will rest on your shoulders, boy...”
Dean almost chuckled at the irony behind that statement, as Mr. Murphy didn’t know half of the problems Dean already had resting on his shoulders. He didn’t know if he should laugh or cry at the implications of the older man’s words and started busying himself by rummaging through the shelves of the store they had just entered. “I should have made a list with things that we might need,” he mumbled more to himself than anything else.
The young shop owner Mrs. Cavery turned to him and a friendly smile spread on her lips. “Do you need help, Mr. Winchester?”
Flinching at the Mr. in front of his name, which reminded him of his dad, Dean turned around towards the woman and hoped to be able to keep his voice steady. “I need to buy some supplies for a longer trip across country,” he told her, not intending on elaborating further on why he was making the trip. He still wasn’t too keen on everyone finding out about what had happened to his parents and he certainly hoped to be long gone before people would come searching for him and Sam to shower them in pointless pity.
“I see….” The blonde stepped a bit closer to Dean and Mr. Murphy. “I suggest you to take some of our dried beef. We too got dried fruits. They’re delicious and healthy. Here, try some…” She took a little plate from the outlay and offered it to Dean.
Taking a dried plum from the offered sample, Dean took a bite and nodded in agreement. It really tasted delicious and he was sure that Sam would like it, too. “Yes, I’ll take three packs of beef jerky and one of these,” he said, letting his gaze wander, thinking of more items he would need to buy, while Mrs. Cavery started wrapping the food in paper bags. “I’ll need matches and two canteens and…” He looked at Mr. Murphy for help.
“You can have some of our canteens. But I agree on the matches. You also should take some torches for emergency situation. Plus you shouldn’t forget about some dried corn or rice. Potatoes will be too heavy to travel with… Do you have any weapons? What about bullets and sharp knives?”
Dean hadn’t even thought about weapons, yet. Had had his hunting knife with him, which he almost carried at all times but that was all they had. Damn, why hadn’t they waited and went back to their farm in the morning to try to maybe retrieve the shotguns from the barn. Dean knew that neither him nor Sam would have been able to go back to the farm, to see their parents bodies but he was still angry at himself for not thinking about weapons earlier. “I… I have my knife… and Sammy’s got a colt on him,” the older Winchester remembered.
“Fine. We’ll take care of that problem later,” Mr. Murphy announced. He didn’t mean to scare the young shop owner. “Let’s see what else we can find…” The older man started to search through the shelves and picked some more food. “We also need to drop by at the liquor store.”
Frowning at the last suggestion, Dean took the pre-packed food that Mr. Murphy was grabbing out of the shelves. “Liquor store?”
“Yes. Alcohol’s your friend. It keeps you warm on cold days, you can use it to lighten up a fire and if you’ll need to clean a wound it’ll do wonders.” Mr. Murphy grinned and patted Dean’s shoulder.
He hadn’t thought about those things either, so Dean just nodded grateful for the support and carried his purchase to the counter to pay.
***
“Thank you so much for your help, Molly…” Sam stood next to the young woman and all he did was to hold his arms up so she could pile up more clothes on them. Clothes which previously had been owned by her deceased husband and which she decided to give to the young brothers so they’d have something to keep them covered and most importantly warm once seasons would change.
Molly smiled warmly and turned around to search for a duffle bag in the back of the wardrobe. She then laid the bag on the bed and started rolling the single clothing items into smaller bundles to fit them into it. “I’m glad I can help. I was planning on giving Jimmy’s clothes away anyway, we don’t need them.” She glanced at her son, who was once more peacefully sleeping in his crib.
Sam noticed her gaze and followed it with his own. Smiling he stepped closer to the crib and bent down to watch the infant sleeping. “He’ll grow up to be a strong young man…” Affection was lingering in his voice as he spoke.
“Yes, he will and his grandparents will spoil him rotten,” Molly replied good-naturedly but then saw the shadow darkening his features for a second and felt bad about been so thoughtless. “I’m sorry, Sam. I didn’t mean to make you sad.” She set the clothes down on the bed and stepped closer to the tall, young man to give him a quick hug.
Sam turned his head a little. The wounds in his soul were still too fresh to easily forget the fact that his parents had died. Knowing Dean and him were the only ones left of their family was hard. He just hoped Bobby really would welcome them in his home. If he wouldn’t they’d be screwed. “You’re fine,” he whispered.
Patting Sam’s arm one last time, Molly went over to the big wooden dresser in the room and opened one of the drawer to pull out a long, flat leather case. “I want you to have this,” she told Sam, unfasten the metal clasp to reveal the contents of the case. “That was Jimmy’s favourite knife. I want you to have it and I’ll be offended if you don’t accept the gift.”
Sam’s jaw dropped at her offer. “You… you can’t be serious…” That was more than just clothes. John always had taught Dean and Sam to treasure their tools and weapons for they would secure their work and food and therefore their lives. He was sure that giving away something that personal had to be painful and he didn’t want Molly to be sad.
“You’ll need it more than I do and I want you to take it, Sam. If you don’t want to use it, you can still trade it for food or anything else you might need. It’s my gift to you and your little one,” she explained calmly, her eyes never leaving Sam’s. “Please, take it.”
The young Winchester’s mouth once again almost dropped open upon her kindness but he quickly gathered his composure and took the knife. He looked at it before he carefully wrapped it up again. “I’ll treasure it… Thank you… So much!” Sam moved to hug Molly again and little tears were evident in his eyes. He just didn’t know what to say. Molly’s kind attitude helped him to feel a little better while the world seemed to shatter around him and… the baby… It echoed in his mind. The baby. The baby. The baby would need a safe home to grow up the way it should be, but there was nothing Dean or him had to offer. He felt utterly helpless and sad at the thought of their child suffering because giving birth would mean to throw it into a really bad situation right from the start.
Molly watched the emotions flicker across Sam’s young face for a few seconds, trying to decide if she should ask her next question or rather not. She finally gathered her courage and did ask it. “Does your brother know about the baby? I understand that he wants to get away from this place but… he might change his mind if he knew about it… You shouldn’t be travelling like that.” There was genuine concern in her voice and a worried scowl on her face as she spoke.
“I…” Sam took a deep breath before he slowly sank down onto the foot of the bed. He placed the leather wrapped knife between the clothes Molly had put into the duffle and looked thoughtful, while he made sure the precious object was neatly secured. “He does know…” the young Winchester whispered without looking up.
“Okay,” Molly acknowledged, still a little concerned about the boys plans to travel across the country. “I’m sure he’ll take care of you.”
“He will… I know it’s dangerous, but…” Sam lowered his head a bit more.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it if it makes you feel uncomfortable. I shouldn’t have asked…”
“No! Please… It’s not your fault. It’s just that… I’m worried too, you know? I don’t know whether I can do this…”
The young woman wrapped her delicate arms once more around Sam’s body and held him close for a moment. “It’s okay to be a little scared, Sam. It also scared me to find out I was having a baby, but that’s normal, I guess. Just take good care of yourself and let Dean know when you need a break or when you’re getting too tired to keep going and you will be okay,” she tried to soothe him, even though she wasn’t sure if her words sounded all that convincing.
“Ok… Thank you.” Hearing those words from someone who had been in a similar situation helped to calm Sam a little. Of course he knew Molly had been able to have her baby at home, but if she trusted in his ability to carry Dean’s and his child despite their journey she couldn’t be too wrong, couldn’t she? Sam took a little breath. Talking to Molly was one of the best things which had happened to him since Dean and Sam had to leave their old lives behind. Keeping a little more confidence in his heart he continued to help her pack.
***
When Dean walked back to the house together with Mr. Murphy it was already turning dark outside. They had spent the whole day making preparations for his and Sam’s departure the next morning. First they had bought food and everything else that might be useful for their journey and then Mr. Murphy had even insisted on taking Impala and Ivory to the smith to get new horse shoes for them, for which he had paid. Dean was still overwhelmed by all the kindness that family had shown them, when the older man had finally handed him one of his old shot guns and some ammunition upon their arrival at the house. Greeting Mr. Murphy and the girls in the kitchen, Dean noticed that Sam was nowhere in sight but Rachel readily explained that he had already gone to bed, claiming he was tired. Politely denying the offered supper, Dean took the steps two at a time to get to Sam. When he entered the only dimly lit room, he saw Sam curled up under the blankets and got even more worried. “Sammy?” He whispered softly, not wanting to wake his brother, if he maybe had just fallen asleep.
The younger brother blinked his eyes open and smiled a little. “Listenin’...” he whispered back and moved a little. “Did you try the soup? I swear it’s awesome!” Sam came to lie on his back when a little moan escaped his lips.
“No, I came straight to the room because I was worried about you,” Dean said and sat down next to Sam, watching him closely. “What is it? You don’t look so well…” he then asked, gently cupping Sam’s cheek.
“I think I… just ate too much,” Sam admitted and blushed. He was no child anymore, so he surely should know when to stop eating.
After toeing off his boots, Dean slipped his pants and shirt off as well and lifted the covers to crawl into bed next to his baby brother. As he uncovered Sam’s body he immediately noticed the slightly, bloated curve of his abdomen and gently laid a hand on his smooth skin. “Come here,” he whispered and held out his free arm, waiting for Sam to move into his embrace.
“Oh Dean… we should make love, not give each other belly rubs…” Sam knew his older brother way too well to know what he had in mind and he felt somewhat guilty for being the reason why they couldn’t simply go on to enjoy their relationship.
Chuckling softly, Dean nuzzled into Sam’s neck and placed a kiss right behind his ear. “One step at a time, Sammy. Right now it’s only important that we’re both okay,” he said, still rubbing the soft flesh under his hand and feeling Sam’s belly rumbling. He closed his eyes, inhaling Sam’s familiar scent and concentration on the feeling of the light curve of Sam’s stuffed stomach under his fingertips. Suddenly he realized that soon there would be more than just good, homemade food bulging out Sam’s stomach and he felt goose-bumps forming on his skin, as he thought about their baby which Sam was carrying. Dean sighed, torn between joy and grief and snuggled closer into Sam.
Sam adjusted in position in Dean’s arms and reached out to trail his fingertip over the softness of Dean’s neck. He knew his brother loved being touched there and he wanted to make him feel comfortable. While he moved his belly bulged out a little more and he gave a peaceful sigh. Not knowing about Dean’s thoughts he turned to kiss his chin and got lost in their tenderness. He didn’t know how many minutes had passed before he spoke up again. “Do you think… the baby’s able to feel that?” Sam’s voice clearly showed that he hesitated to ask the question out loud.
“I guess it does.” Dean had no clue if the baby was already able to feel his touches but he liked the idea that it would at least feel loved. Taking a calming breath, he reminisced of old memories. “When Mom was pregnant with you, she always told me you could hear me when I talked to her belly. I spent hours talking to you about how much I wanted to meet you and play with you once you were there.” He smiled fondly and pressed a loving kiss to Sam’s neck.
“I don’t know if I feel a connection to the baby, yet. I mean… I just don’t know how to feel pregnant or…” Sam sighed. “You really think it can hear us?”
Dean shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know if the baby can already hear us but I’m sure that it can sense there’s someone out here who loves it,” he answered truthfully and shifted downward, gently pulling Sam with him into a reclined position.
Who loved it, huh? Sam stared down at his belly for a moment before he nodded to avoid giving Dean a hint on his troubled emotions. He wasn’t sure whether he really loved their baby enough. “Good night, Dean,” he whispered before he closed his eyes.
Chapter 4