Fraternal

Lucas woke up to a horrible bout of nausea and raced to the bathroom. After a bit of throwing up, Lucas felt a hand gently rub his back. He didn’t need to be a genius to know who it was. He turned and gave Nathan a weak smile as a thank you.

“This isn’t normal.” Nathan stated softly.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It seems like ever since the ritual, I’ve been feeling worse. And last night’s events didn’t help either.” Lucas responded.

“What did happen at my house?”

Lucas paused for a minute, not exactly sure how to explain, and not really wanting to tell Nathan the gory details. Thank god for Dean and his usually annoying sense of timing.

“Let’s put it this way…you’re better off not knowing.” The elder Winchester answered for Lucas, to which the elder Scott was grateful.

“That bad?” Nathan asked.

“Let me put it this way, Lucas was about to leave a substantial amount of his DNA at a known crime scene.” Nathan threw Lucas a questioning glance.

“I was about to hurl some serious chunks all over the place.” Lucas said.

Nathan grimaced, “Thanks for the visual.”

“No prob.” Lucas smiled a little.

“Hey! I’m back!” Sam greeted as he appeared in the motel, carrying several bags of food, and a tray of coffee. Unfortunately the smell of coffee got to Lucas and he ended up throwing up again.

“This shit sucks,” Lucas murmured as he finished, getting up to brush his teeth.

Nathan gave his lover a sympathetic look before turning his attention to the Winchester brothers.

“So what’s our next move?”

“Honestly, we don’t know. Lucas and I found nothing at the library that indicates anything that would be the cause of Supernatural activity in this town. No Indian burial grounds, no mysterious murders…until yesterday,” Sam said shyly, “and no cult activity or demonic summoning.”

“And since there was only one victim, we can’t pinpoint a connection to identify the thing responsible,” Dean finished.

“But we might have a connection,” Lucas spoke.

“Really? What?” Dean asked.

“Nathan’s mom wasn’t the only victim. Even though my mom wasn’t hurt, she was still apparently targeted.”

“True. And since your mom got away unscathed, I think it’s safe to assume that your mom’s a potential target of whatever is responsible,” Sam said.

“So what do we do?” Nathan piped in.

“We’ll split up again. Lucas and I got all we could last night at the Scott home, so there’s no need to return. Luke and I will stick by his mom while Sammy stays here and helps prepare Nate for facing this thing. We’ll meet back here at noon sharp,” Dean ordered.

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Keith Scott was working on a car that was brought in yesterday. Apparently it required a new alternator and starter, not to mention an oil change, which was what Keith was tending to at the moment. Keith had the car suspended a good 2 - 3 inches over his head as he was draining out the oil in the car. It was then that he heard a strange straining noise somewhere in the shop. He stopped what he was doing to look around the shop for any sign of another person, but to no avail. After deciding to brush off the noise, Keith resumed his duties. Minutes later, Keith was met by the same strange noise.

“Hello?” Keith called out.

Nothing.

Keith once again brushed off the noise. He was just about to finish draining the oil when the straining noise became much louder. It was then he caught the sudden overpowering smell of rotten eggs filling the shop. The car above Keith shook, as the suspension machinery snapped. Keith didn’t have time to move as the car came crashing down on him.

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Karen was glad for the company that Lucas and Dean provided, but something was a bit off about Dean, and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. He was constantly reading what looked like a journal, and muttering to himself from time to time. Occasionally, he and Lucas would converse about the contents of the journal, and judging Lucas’ expression, it was serious, as if he were absorbing every word Dean said and every little detail contained in that book. Lucas’ concentration was interrupted by his cell phone ringing.

S could tell Lucas was happy, and that’s all she could ever ask for. She and her son both knew it would still take time for her to get used to the idea of her son being in an incestuous relationship with his brother, but at least Karen was making a serious effort. She was brought out of her thoughts by Lucas waving his hand in front of her face.

“I’m sorry, what?” Karen asked.

“Mom, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I was just thinking. What’s up?”

"Nathan just called. He said that he and Sam need mine and Dean's help."

"Alright.” Karen regarded her son carefully, noticing something wasn‘t right. It was evident in Lucas’ body language, “Lucas, is everything all right?”

“Yeah. Everything’s fine,” Lucas answered a little too quickly for Karen’s liking, which was the only proof she needed to know that her son was lying.

“Okay, honey. I’ll see you later?”

“Of course,” Lucas said as he hugged her, and then departed with Dean out the door, each of them whispering to each other.

Something was indeed wrong. It couldn’t be Nathan. There was no faking what Lucas felt towards the boy, and vice-versa. And it wasn’t those other boys, Dean and Sam either. It was like the four boys recognized a kindred spirit in one another. It probably had to do with the situation all together. Nathan loosing his father and mother so recently…and violently. Yeah, she knew about Deb. Tree Hill was a small town, and Karen doubted that anyone hadn’t heard about her untimely death. All this must be taking a toll on poor Nathan. She just wished there was something she could do.

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Lucas and Dean returned to the motel and found their siblings surrounded by various weapons and other necessities needed to face demons and spirits. They were immersed in a serious conversation, much like the one they’d had back in the café. Nathan and Sam turned to greet their brothers only to stop short at their expressions.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sam asked.

“There’s been another death,” Dean responded grimly.

“Is it Karen? Is she alright?” Nathan hoped to God it wasn’t, he couldn’t take having Lucas go through the same thing he was going through.

“No, she’s fine. We were with her when Lucas got the call,” Dean said.

“Who was it this time?” Sam asked Lucas, but Lucas just stared at the floor in front of him.

“Keith Scott.” Dean spoke on Lucas’ behalf.

“Oh God.” Nathan’s legs gave out on him as he plopped down on the bed next to him.

“Are you sure it was this thing that killed him?” Sam questioned.

“Yeah. One of his customers came to see how far Keith had come to finishing up with his car, when he found the body. After the authorities arrived, and began their initial investigation, they mentioned the strong smell of something resembling rotten eggs,” Dean said knowingly.

“It seems like whatever this thing is…it has it in for anyone carrying the Scott name. Which stands to reason that you two are possible targets.” Sam said solemnly, gesturing to the Scott brothers.

“But Lucas isn’t really a Scott. His mom never gave him the Scott name,” Dean argued lightly.

“I don’t think it matters. Remember, Dean, it did trash Ms. Roe’s café.”

“It shouldn’t get to her. I managed to set up protective wards around the café, and we’ll do her home as well. We’ll have Lucas and Nathan stay here and ward this room too.”

“Okay. It would be best. And it’s not exactly like their emotionally fit to hunt right now,” Sam stated, casting a glance at Lucas and Nathan, who by now were sitting next to each other on the bed, finding comfort in one another.

“Look, why don’t we get some sleep. It’s been a long week, and neither of us has gotten much rest since we got here,” Dean suggested. Although Nathan nodded in response, Lucas still sat there. To him, he’d lost the closest thing to a father he ever had. As if on auto pilot, he climbed into bed with Nathan while the Winchesters did the same on the bed beside him, without uttering a single word, the four let sleep eventually claim them.

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John Winchester spotted the familiar frame of the Impala parked at the Tree Hill Inn. He knew his sons well enough to know that they would stay. Considering that his truck and the Impala were currently the only vehicles parked in the inn’s lot, it was safe to assume that Dean parked right in front of their room. John also noticed the makeshift flag that was displayed at the window that only solidified his assurances as to which room his boys were in.

The entire time driving there, John had been constantly running Missouri’s words in his head. He didn’t know how it was possible to fix the damage he had done, but he was willing to do anything it took to make things right again, even if it meant accepting their relationship. John silently approached the door and proceeded to pick the lock with the skills he’d honed since his marine days. When the lock finally gave, he slowly opened the door and let himself in. The first thing he did was check to make sure the door and windows were salted before his eyes fell on two beds, which he thought was odd. If in fact his sons were in a relationship, wouldn’t they share a bed? When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw that in fact that Dean and Sam were indeed sharing a bed. His curious gaze fell on the occupants of the other bed, a blond and a brunette that seemed to cling to each other, as if their lives depended on it.

John scanned the room and found not only Dean and Sam’s stuff, but the belongings to the mystery pair as well, which he deducted meant that the blond and brunette were traveling with his sons. Only that didn’t make any sense. Dean and Sam would never purposely endanger anyone unless it was absolutely necessary for a hunt. It just meant another topic to discuss to the boys. John was about to announce his arrival, when he caught movement in Dean and Sam’s bed. He witnessed Dean adjust his body so that he was spooning Sam, pressing a light kiss to the back of Sam’s neck. Too shocked by the intimacy of the gesture, John quietly locked the door and left the room.

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Karen was finishing putting away the new dishes and silverware she received shortly after Lucas left when she heard the bell above the door chime.

“I’m sorry. We’re temporarily closed at the moment…” Karen said, as she looked up to find a rather attractive looking man at the door.

“I’m sorry. It looked open.” The man replied gruffly, but kindly.

“Well, until I get the rest of my equipment, the only thing I can serve you is liquor.”

“That’s exactly what I need right now,” The man sighed.

“Tequila okay with you?” Karen asked as she held up said bottle. The only reply was a warm smile as the man in question took a seat at the counter.

“So what brings you to our little town?” Karen asked as she poured the man a glass.

“Well Karen, I came here looking for my boys.”

“How did you know my name?”

“You mean besides the sign that says Karen’s Café on your window?”

“Right. You’ve got my name, what’s yours?”

“I’m John.”

“Hello, John. So, you’re looking for your boys?”

“Yep.”

“Well we usually don’t get too many strangers in town. Are you sure they’re here?”

“That’s what I was told.”

“What do they look like? Maybe I’ve seen them around?”

“One has dark blond hair, hazel eyes, light freckles on his face, charming smile. He’s the oldest. The other is tall, taller than his brother, green eyes, a damn dimple and boyish looks.”

Karen mulled over John’s description and instantly recognition came to mind, “Are you talking about Dean and Sam?”

John was a bit taken back, “Yeah. You know them?”

“I’ve met them. My son and his brother brought them with them to Tree Hill to attend a funeral.”

John instantly figured out who the mysterious pair were in the motel room with his boys. But apparently the two pairs met each other before Dean and Sam arrived in Tree Hill.

“A funeral?” John asked. He had a feeling that his boys were in the middle of a hunt, which would probably explain the cryptic warning Missouri gave him before he left her house.

“Yeah. Lucas and Nathan’s father died. And just recently, Nathan’s mom died as well.” Karen replied.

Oh yeah, there was definitely something going on that attracted Dean and Sam’s attention to this town.

“Wait, Nathan’s not your kid?”

“No. Dan knocked me up at the end of high school, but left me to achieve his own selfish desires. He ends up getting Deb pregnant with Nathan three months later.” Karen spoke as if it didn’t bother her anymore, and it truly didn’t.

“You don’t seem too sad for his death.” John surmised.

“Because I’m honestly not, and I can tell you, neither is Lucas. He was an evil, vindictive, cold-hearted bastard that got what he deserved.”

“Wow. You’re quite the fan.” John stated sarcastically.

“Oh yeah, better believe it.” Karen laughed, and at that moment, John couldn’t help but notice how attractive Karen was.

Suddenly, out of the blue, a thought popped into his head. Maybe Karen could help him with the situation between he and his sons.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“If you found out your son was involved with someone you least suspected, and wouldn’t normally accept the relationship, and because of it, it created a huge rift between you and your son…what would you do?”

“Wow.” Karen laughed, “Buddy, you have no idea how close to home you’re hitting.”

“Really?” John raised an eyebrow.

“Let’s just say that I’m going through the same thing…minus the rift, with my son.”

John instantly remembered the state in which the blond and the brunette were sleeping together. Even without knowing that they were brothers, you could tell that they were an item. Without thinking, he blurted out, “Your son is in love with his brother too?” John immediately winced the moment the words left his mouth. That was so not a John Winchester trait. Speaking without thinking was more Dean’s forte.

“What do you mean, too?” Karen asked before the light bulb went off, “Dean and Sam are lovers?”

John slowly nodded.

“Our sons are in love with their brothers.” Karen said slowly before letting out a long sigh, “More tequila?”

“Please, god.” John replied as he offered his mug.

“I’m guessing things didn’t go so well when you found out, huh?”

“It was disastrous. I tried using every dirty trick I knew to break them up. All it accomplished was create a rift the size of the Grand Canyon. How did you find out?”

“I went to visit him at college because Dan was going to tell Lucas that he was his biological father. I knew the man had devious reasons for doing so and I told Dan I wanted him to wait until I got there to tell Lucas the truth with him, but when arrived, Dan had already revealed everything. Lucas was so distraught, and I didn’t know why, until Lucas told me he was gay. And that he and Nathan didn’t know they were brothers.”

“They really didn’t know that they were brothers?”

“No. They were coincidentally roommates. Dan wouldn’t own up to his mistakes to save his life, and therefore Lucas and I didn’t exist in his eyes. But I think Dan found out about the boys’ relationship and tried to stop it in his own sick, sadistic way to suit his agenda…whatever it was. It doesn’t matter now. One of the main reasons I let the boys continue their relationship is that at the time, Nathan was horribly beaten, and he needed Lucas more than anything.”

“Nathan was attacked?”

“Yeah. I don’t know the specifics. But something wasn’t right about the situation.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, they say that Nathan was attacked by muggers, who at the time only targeted women.”

John was quick to put pieces of the puzzle together with very little information.

“Sounds to me like Dan was responsible and used the muggings to his advantage.”

“That would explain why Nathan was so desperate to leave the hospital so soon. Dan found out about Nathan’s relationship with Lucas and decided to take matters into his own hands, to the point where he beat his own son to within an inch of his life. I wouldn’t put it past him.”

The more Karen talked about this Dan guy, the more John realized that, aside from the savage beating, he was no different than Dan, in the sense that he handled his son’s relationship in a similar fashion. And that made him feel sick. He felt like becoming the very monsters he hunted. Hearing about Dan only strengthened his resolve to mend fences with his sons. Be more accepting of their relationship.

“How would I go about making things right again?” John mumbled to himself, but Karen caught it anyway.

“You can say I’m sorry,” She offered kindly.

John cracked a smile.

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Nathan woke to the knocking at the door. He shot a glance at the alarm clock which displayed 11:06 a.m. He looked towards his bedmate and ran his hand softly through Lucas’ hair, and lightly kissed him on the cheek, before standing up and answering the door.

“Can I help you?” Nathan said after he opened the door to reveal a man, possibly in his forties, with dark hair and a gaze that seemed all to familiar, but Nathan for the life of him couldn’t remember from where.

“I’m here to see Dean and Sam.” The man replied.

“Uh,” Nathan looked at their companion’s bed to find the people in question still asleep, which was unusual considering they were always up at the crack of dawn, “They’re asleep right now. Who are you?”

“I’m their father.” John answered, sizing up the boy in front of him. He never figured out which one was Karen’s son.

“John Winchester.” Nathan stated coldly.

“So my boys have mentioned me. They usually like to keep personal information to themselves.”

“What can I say, things change. And yeah, they mentioned you. But nothing good.” Nathan glared at him.

“Nathan, who’s at the door?” Dean’s voice was heavy with sleep.

“Your dad.” Nathan answered.

“WHAT!?” Dean yelped, falling out of bed and accidentally pulling Sam down on top of him.

“Dean, what the hell!?” Sam growled, as he tried to untangle himself from his naked brother.

“Dad’s here, Sammy.” Dean whimpered.

At Dean’s answer, Sam shot up to find that indeed John Winchester at the door. Still full of anger from the last time the three of them were together, Sam strode quickly to the door in what seemed like half a second, thanks to his extremely long legs.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” Sam shouted, obviously forgetting that there were others in the room.

“I came to talk,” John said simply, trying to look anywhere else but his youngest son.

“You came for a fight,” Sam sneered.

“Sammy, please…” John pleaded.

“It’s Sam! Only Dean get’s to call me that!”

“Dad, can you give us a moment to make ourselves decent,” Dean spoke, while coming up from behind Sam and using a pillow to cover him up. Apparently, Sam was too mad to realize that he was shamelessly naked, which explained why John wouldn’t look at Sam, and Dean caught on to the reason. Plus, part of him was interested in hearing his old man out. Dean took careful notice in the pleading tone in his fathers voice, and was hoping beyond hope that they were going to reconcile. Apparently Sam didn’t want to take that chance.

“Sure. Let me know when you’re ready,” John said as he stepped outside and closed the door.

“What the hell, Dean,” Sam yelled.

“Sammy, please keep your voice down. Lucas is still asleep,” Dean spoke calmly.

“Not any more,” The blond muttered as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.

Sam instantly felt bad, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, it’s time to get up anyway,” Lucas said as he got up and headed towards the bathroom. Nathan followed him so Dean and Sam could have some privacy.

“Let’s at least hear Dad out before jumping to conclusions and thinking the worst,” Dean reasoned.

“How can you say that? Do you not remember the last time the three of us were together?” Sam looked at Dean incredulously.

“Yeah, I do. But he wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.”

“He’s probably only here to hunt the same thing we are.”

“That’s a possibility, but if that were the case, he wouldn’t have approached us. You know damn well he’s capable of handling this hunt on his own. I seriously think he wants to reconcile with us.”

“Dean…” Sam tried putting on the puppy dog eyes that always made Dean cave to his will.

“No dice, Sammy. Those puppy dog eyes of yours aren’t working this time. Please, Sam, just this once, try and listen to what he has to say.”

“Fine,” Sam spat out, “But the moment he starts getting nasty, I’m shooting rock salt up his ass.”

“I’ll even give you the gun to do so,” Dean said as he and Sam finished making themselves decent. Lucas and Nathan chose that moment to exit the bathroom.

“Everything alright?” Lucas asked.

“Maybe. You guys ready to meet John Winchester?” Dean asked.

“I’ve already met him.” Nathan raised his hand.

“I mean a proper meeting,” Dean reiterated.

“Will it be bad?” Lucas asked.

“It might,” Sam snipped.

“Sammy…” Dean warned as he went to summon John, “Dad!” he yelled.

A second later, John slowly entered the room. He saw that the four boys were sitting on their respective beds.

“Uh…would it be alright if I can have a moment alone with my sons?” John politely asked the other pair of boys.

“There‘s no need,” Dean interrupted immediately, “They’re staying.” He stated firmly. Dean knew full well that Sam would also protest, but Dean figured he would beat his baby brother to it. Sam would’ve made a snappy remark, saying the same thing. At least this way, the truce would ensue.

“Okay.” John wasn’t comfortable discussing personal issues with strangers in the room, but he’d learned over the years to take what he can get, “I want to talk about the last time we were together.”

Sam was about to reply, but Dean quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, “What about it?”

“I…I want to apologize. I’m sorry for the way I handled things. I was wrong for saying the things I said.”

Dean and Sam stared at their father like he just grew five heads. In their entire lives, neither boy had ever heard the proud and stubborn John Winchester admit he was wrong, or apologize. They thought John would rather be castrated before doing so. Both boys seriously thought about muttering ‘Christo’ under their breath to see if he was possessed by a demon. There was no way the John Winchester they encountered last time and this John were one in the same.

“Even though I didn’t mean to say all those hurtful things, you have to admit that my reaction to your…relationship was to be expected,” John didn’t know how much to reveal, casting a quick glance toward the other boys.

“Okay,” Dean said finally after a few minutes of conversing with Sam.

“Okay?” John was confused.

“Okay. We accept your apology. But know this, Dean and I aren’t going to stop acting like a couple just because you are around.”

“We will do our best to tone it down, but there is nothing that’s going to stop Sam and I from expressing our love.”

“I guess I can handle that,” John said.

“That’s all we ask,” Sam responded, in a less firm tone.

John sighed. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He knew it would take a while before things would go back to their definition of ‘normal’, but at least the three of them were taking a step in the right direction. John grabbed a chair from the small kitchen table that was provided and sat down. Now it was time to get some answers.

“So what have you guys been up to?” John asked.

Dean was no idiot. John was fishing for information about the Scott brothers, and was damn sure Sam came to the same conclusion.

“You mean why are Lucas and Nathan with us?” Sam asked.

Lucas and Nathan had both been silent during the exchange between the Winchester trio, feeling a little uncomfortable witnessing the family moment. Lucas knew it was only a matter of time before the eldest Winchester would direct his attention to him and Nathan. His suspicions were confirmed when he went to go sit down.

“Yes. You know it’s dangerous to get others involved in what we do.” John tried to be cryptic, also noting that these boys were in fact Karen‘s son and his brother.

“If you are referring to the hunting. We already know. We’ve already faced a werewolf, and will be facing whatever’s going on in Tree Hill,” Lucas commented.

“How about you start from the beginning,” John said.

“Sam and I were hunting a werewolf not far from a college campus. When we got to a motel, and tried to get in what we thought was our room, we ended up busting into Lucas’ and Nathan’s room. After the first meeting, we thought that one of them was the werewolf.”

“What?” Nathan laughed, “You never told us that.”

“Well, when both your lies contradicted each other regarding Nathan’s injuries, we thought Lucas was protecting Nathan because he was the werewolf.” Sam spoke, explaining their suspicions.

“You thought I was the monster?” Nathan chuckled.

“We did, until you came clean about the real reason behind your wounds,” Dean answered.

“Anyway…” Sam interrupted, “we found the real werewolf, but not before it claimed another victim.”

“Our father,” Lucas piped in quietly, trying to contain his hatred for the man, but John was quick to catch it.

“We couldn’t just leave them behind, so we told them that they could come with us.” Sam said.

“At first I wasn’t happy about it. But I’ve come to accept them coming with us,” Dean stated.

“But why are you here?” John asked.

“My mom called to say that I needed to come home for Dan’s funeral. Sam and Dean decided to tag along with Lucas and myself.”

“So you’re here for support? I thought there was something worth hunting here?” John asked.

“Yeah, for support. At first, but after a week of being here, two people have been killed, and one person’s place was vandalized,” Sam said.

“What makes you think this is our kind of job?” John asked.

“Because a strong scent of sulfur was left behind at each crime scene,” Dean piped in.

“Have you determined what it is? Or who for that matter?” John questioned.

“No. The first victim was Karen Roe…” Dean went on giving the necessary details of the case, with a few inputs from Sam, Lucas and Nathan.

“So now that there are more victims, it might provide us with some sort of a connection between the three. What do Karen, Deb and Keith all have in common?” John asked.

“Besides us?” Lucas questioned, gesturing to himself and Nathan.

“Yes. Was there anything that you two enraged? Possibly by accident?”

“Not that we know of. The only person I can think of that we pissed off, and has, or rather had a connection to all the victims…was Dan. But he’s dead,” Nathan spoke, unaware of the knowing looks that were being cast between the three Winchester men. But Lucas took notice and spoke up.

“That may be true, but from what we’ve been told by Sam and Dean, is that being dead won’t matter.” Lucas received confirmation nods from Dean and Sam.

“You really think it’s Dan?” Nathan said quietly, hoping to God it wasn‘t.

“Let me ask you. Did you salt and burn Dan Scott’s body?” John asked his boys.

“No. We didn’t have time. If we stayed any longer, we would’ve had the police on our ass.” Dean answered.

“Then we now know who’s responsible,” John stated.

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John and Dean left the boys to obtain food, while Sam prepped Lucas and Nathan for the coming fight.

“Can I ask you something?” John asked, while driving back to the inn with Dean in the passenger side, surrounded by fast food bags.

“Sure.” Dean replied.

“What do you plan on doing with Lucas and Nathan? Why are you training them to fight this thing?”

“Because once Sam and I are done here, we’re leaving…and they’re coming with us.”

“And by ‘coming with us’…you mean…”

“Nathan and Lucas are joining us on our hunts from now on.”

“Dean, that’s dangerous. They are untrained in dealing with what we do.”

“I know. That’s why Sam and I are training them.” Dean stated as a matter-of-fact.

“You can’t just force someone into our world, give up their life for yours and Sam’s purposes.”

“Why? You did!” Dean snapped.

“Yes I did. I took away the possibility of having normal lives, and threw you two into my obsession, and that was wrong. But it seems to me like you and Sam are doing the same thing to those boys.”

“It’s not the same.”

“How is it not?”

“Because, Sam and I didn’t have a choice in the matter. They did…correction, they still do, and they chose to join us. They want this as much as me and Sam do.”

John regarded his eldest son for a moment before asking, “Is this about the fact that they have the same relationship you have with Sam?”

Dean stayed mute for a moment before answering, “I don’t know how you know that, but I guess it doesn’t matter…”

“Answer the question, Dean.”

“I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t part of the reason. But also, Sam says they we were running on fumes, and that we could use the company. I agreed because it would make Sam happier.”

“So you did it for Sam. You know, you never could say no to him.”

“In the beginning I did, but that changed when I got to know them. Sam felt that it was destiny to meet them, and I can’t help but agree. Besides, Nathan and I have a lot more in common, like Sam and Lucas do.”

“So how are you going to support an extra two bodies? Money was already strained with just the two of you. Two more additions to the team would increase the strain.”

“Nathan’s got that all covered.”

“How?”

“Dan Scott left him with everything he owned. And after selling off everything the bastard had except two homes, the guy is fucking loaded.”

“Oh, so you’re having them tag along because Nathan’s got money?”

“No Dad, you haven’t been listening. Even if Nathan didn’t have any money, he and Lucas would still come with us. It’s just a coincidence that he does.”

“Okay, okay…I get it, you really like their company.”

“Damn straight.”

John was silent for a bit before a thought ended up popping in his head.

“Just out of curiosity…what are you four going to do when you want to…you know…” John didn’t want say it. He may accept the fact that his son’s were intimate with each other, but he’d still rather not talk about it. And he hoped that Dean would catch on to what he was trying to say.

“Have sex?” Dean was amused at how uncomfortable his Dad was getting at the topic, not that he could blame the guy.

“Uh…yeah.”

“We have sex.”

“But what about Nathan and Lucas?”

“What about them?”

“Are you just going to tell them to leave the room while you and Sam…”

“No. We’ll have sex right in front of them.” Dean laughed.

“What?! Dean, I don’t think they want to see you two going at it!”

“Why? They already have.” Dean smirked.

“What?!”

“Yep. It was originally a dare…I think. In the end, we ended up fucking with our respective partners in the same bed. And I’m willing to bet my right nut that it will happen again, many times in fact in the future.” Dean chuckled.

“Are you serious?” John asked in a disbelieving tone.

“As a heart attack.”

“What are all you guys…sex fiends?”

“Absolutely!” Dean grinned.

“Dear God,” John muttered.

“I know, isn’t it great? Sam and I found a couple who is insatiable and adventuresome as we are!” Dean was practically giddy, and John had to admit, it was nice to see. He could tell that his sons were happier than they’ve ever been, and it wasn’t just because of their relationship. It seems as though the Scott brothers had a hand in it too.

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When John and Dean returned, they found Sam and Nathan starring intently at Lucas, who was on the phone.

“What’s going on?” Dean asked.

“The doctors called. They have Luke’s test results.” Sam replied.

“So what’s the verdict? Did it work?”

“Did what work? What‘s going on?” John asked but the boys ignored him, too engrossed in their conversation.

“We’re not sure. But Nathan and I think something is wrong.”

“Like what?”

“Lucas has been on the phone for almost the entire time you’ve been gone.” Nathan answered, not taking his eyes off his brother.

“What’s the problem with that?” Dean asked.

“The problem is that it shouldn’t take this long to get a simple yes or no from the results.” Sam said.

“You think this might have something to do with the constant throwing up?”

“That’s what we’re guessing. The doctor must’ve found something out, and they’re explaining it to Lucas.” Sam finished just in time, as Lucas hung up, with a look of utter confusion on his face.

“Luke? What’s wrong? Did it work?” Nathan asked, as he, Dean and Sam suddenly surrounded Lucas for comfort, while John watched the scene unfold.

“Y-yeah, it did. The HCM is gone,” Lucas said slowly.

“That’s great!” Nathan exclaimed as he pulled Lucas into a hug, but the confusion never left Lucas’ face.

“Lucas, what’s wrong. What’d the doctor say?” Sam asked.

“I’m pregnant,” Lucas blurted out.

Nathan instantly froze, not quite sure he heard correctly, he released Lucas from his hug, “What?”

“He said that when they were checking to see if I have HCM, they noticed and unusually high amount of hormones in my body. They checked to see why that is. After doing the test several times and each time producing the same results, they concluded that I am pregnant.”

“Seriously?” Sam was stumped.

“Dude, you’re like the world’s first pregnant male,” Dean mused with a grin.

“That we know of,” Sam stated.

“So all the puking in the morning…” Dean started.

“…would be the morning sickness,” Sam finished.

“But how? Guys can’t get pregnant,” Nathan spoke.

“Not normally anyway…daddy” Dean snickered.

“I just don’t…” Lucas stopped in mid sentence, and pulled off his shirt to reveal his naked upper body, and everyone stared at the still existent symbol Sam drew on him. Lucas immediately turned his attention to Sam, “Sam…”

Sam instantly got what Lucas was trying to say, so he quickly grabbed the book he used when performing the ritual, and opened it, searching for the ritual and the symbols. Sam knew something wasn’t right when Lucas mentioned that the symbols didn’t wash off.

When Sam finally found the corresponding pages, he knelt down in front of Lucas, comparing the symbols in the book, to the ones on Lucas. It was on closer inspection that he noticed it.

“Uh oh,” Sam said.

“What? What’s wrong?” Nathan spoke.

“Here,” Sam said pointing to a small mark on Lucas’ stomach that wasn’t in the book. “I accidentally make a mark that shouldn't be there. But the mark wasn't big enough to notice it right away. While the ritual did indeed heal Lucas’ heart, the magic must’ve allowed him to become pregnant with that small mark.”

Everyone went silent for a while before they heard someone clearing their throat. The four turned to find John still there. Dean and Sam could already tell this wasn’t going to be good. John had taught them to never mess with magic. There was no telling what the consequences would be.

“So…want to tell me now?” John stared at the four boys.