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Chapter Three


Three Months Later...


Both men had been basically silent towards eachother unless it was absolutely necessary. On the few occassions Sam tried to start up a regular conversation with Dean, he was completely ignored. Neither of them had even whispered about the day their son was born, then so cruely taken away from them. Dean never asked Sam what he had done with their son either. Didn't want to know. He wanted to forget. He knew he was hurting Sam. Couldn't help it. He wouldn't even let Sam touch him unless it was to patch him up. Dean saw how Sam was slowly deteriorating, but it wasn't really registering. He couldn't live without Sam, but seeing him everyday, every minute, reminded him of what he failed to give his little brother. He couldn't survive if something like that happened again.

Dean glanced at Sam from the corner of his eye from his spot in the driver's seat. Sam was slouched down in his seat, back slightly twisted towards Dean, head leaning on the window, staring at nothing. Sam had no real color to his skin anymore. He was so pale he looked almost green around the edges. The beautiful, bronze skin he once had was a distant dream. Sam's cheeks were a little hollow in his opinion, but so was the rest of him. Dean knew Sam was doing everything under the sun to help him heal, but he wasn't taking care of himself at all. Right then, something clicked in Dean's head.

"When was the last time you ate Sammy?" Dean asked.

Startled, Sam turned confused and empty eyes on his big brother. Dean hadn't called him Sammy since that day. Hell, Dean hadn't even tried to talk him unless it was about work since that day.

Dean frowned at Sam's lack of response. "When was the last time you ate Sammy?" There it was again. Dean growled under his breath. He slowed the Impala down and pulled her over to the side of the road. Dean turned in his seat to look at Sam directly. "Sammy, when was the last time you ate?" Again. "SAM?!"

There was the voice he had grown up with. "Pueblo."

Pueblo? Dean did the math in his head. "Four DAYS? You haven't eaten in FOUR DAYS? What the hell is wrong with you? We've already killed two other spirits, and you're not even running on fumes? Why?" Dean was to stunned to be angry.

"Not hungry." Now Dean was angry.

"NOT HUNGRY?! NOT HUNGRY?! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING SHITTING ME! THAT'S THE STUPIDEST THING I'VE EVER FUCKING HEARD!" Dean took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Alright, next diner we see, I'm pulling into it so you can get something to eat." Dean turned back towards the steering wheel, threw the Impala into gear, and floored her down the highway.

Sam had ordered a house salad with ranch and had eaten a little over half of it. Now he was asleep in another motel bed. Sam started to thrash about in his sleep and Dean got up from his perch watching Sam to go wake him up. He sat down on the edge of Sam's bed and gently pinned his flaying limbs to the bed. Dean cringed as he saw tears running down Sam's cheeks.

"Sammy, wake up. You gotta wake up man." Dean whispered to his nightmare riden little brother. Sam slowly stopped thrashing and forced his eyes open. The tears came harder when he saw Dean holding him down.

"Please don't leave me Dean. Please. Please. Don't leave me." Sam begged.

Dean let go of Sam's wrists and wrapped his arms around Sam. Sam cried harder as he dug his fingers into Dean's shirt. Dean pulled back far enough to place his forhead against Sam's. He placed a light kiss on Sam's lips and sighed. He'd forgotten how perfect they were, even tasting of tears. Dean had to make that taste go away. He HAD to. Dean placed his hands on the side of Sam's head and sealed their mouths together. Sam opened for him instantly as Dean's tongue pushed into his mouth. Sam felt as if Dean was trying to devour his soul. It felt RIGHT. Dean pushed Sam back on the bed as he slid between Sam's legs. Dean broke the kiss long enough for him to take his shirt off. He dragged Sam's boxers off before doing the same to himself. It had been TO LONG. They groaned into the kiss as their groins came into contact. Sam wrapped his long legs around Dean's hips and began to thrust against him. Dean growled at him and pinned his hips to the bed with his own. Sam gave a tiny whimper at being denied. Dean reached over to the lamp table between the beds and reached into the drawer. Old habits die hard. He pulled out a tube of KY and placed it by Sam's head. Dean dragged himself out of the kiss to look down at Sam. The tears were gone, replaced with lust blown pupils and kiss swollen lips. Dean much prefered this look.

Dean snapped open the lid to the lube and squeezed some onto his fingers. He slowly dragged his fingers down Sam's cock and gently pushed one inside him. Sam's spine bowed as the pleasure jolted through his body. Dean gently added a second, then a third. He was to impatient to go slow. He pulled his fingers out of Sam's body with a squelch and rubbed the leftover lubricant onto himself. He placed the head of his cock at Sam's entrance and pushed in carefully until he was fully seated in Sam. They groaned in unison at finally being whole again. Dean pulled out and thrust back in, setting a quick and brutal pace. Sam's nails dug into Dean's shoulders as he welcomed Dean's almost punishing thrusts. They felt so good to him. Made him feel alive again. Made BOTH of them feel whole again. Sam came screaming when Dean stopped his thrusting right against his prostate. He dragged his nails down Dean's back, leaving angry, lightly bloody scratches in there wake. The pleasure/pain had Dean coming right behind him, growling in Sam's ear. Dean collapsed on top of Sam as they both tried to catch their breaths. Dean began to pull out, but Sam wrapped himself around Dean so he couldn't.

"Don't leave," he whispered into Dean's ear. Dean rolled them so Sam was lying on top of him and wrapped both his arms around Sam as they fell asleep. He never left.

Six weeks later...


They were slowly healing. Had been since that first night they made love again. They were both smiling again, laughing again. They were sharing the same bed again. They were having SEX again. Thank God. Sam wondered if that was going to keep happening. He was pregnant. Sam sat on the edge of the bed with the incriminating little stick held in his right hand, waiting for Dean to get back from a food run. He had already figured out he was pregnant, but had to have the stick as proof, well, other than the moving that had been going on inside of him. He thought, maybe, it was a bad dream and the stick would prove that. There goes that theory. Sam looked up at the door as he heard the knob turn. Dean walked in grinning from ear. He closed the door with his foot and walked over to the table and set the food down. His grin turned confused when he saw the solemn look on Sam's face. He didn't even ask before Sam held up, in his opinion, the evil stick. Dean grabbed it from his hand and saw the pink positive on it. It fell from his hands as the gapped at Sam. Instead of his grin returning, a full blown smile split Dean's face. He dropped to his knees in front of Sam and grabbed his face.

"Really?" he whispered.

Sam's trepidation disappeared and a smile as broad as Dean's spread across his face. "Really."

Dean did one of those movie-happy kisses, 'mwa!' sound effect and all. He took his hands a way from Sam's face to pull up Sam's sweatshirt. He smiled at the very distended belly as he placed his hands on it. Dean's smile grew as Sam placed his hands on top of his and they felt something move. Dean gasped as Sam hissed. Sam got a concerned look from Dean.

"This little one here thinks it's okay to kick me in the ribs," Sam answered, pressing Dean's hand a little bit harder into his stomach. Dean understood how that felt, yet he wasn't sad about it. He was so happy about being able to start a family again.

"We're not taking any chances Sammy. Not this time. Pack up. We're going to Bobby's," Dean said as he began to go through their room gathering their things together. Sam didn't argue as he let Dean pack everything into the Impala. They were at Bobby's two days later.


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