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Chapter Five


Dean watched Sam from the back door as he paced back and forth across the yard. He'd been restless for days. Sam had scrubbed down the entire house the week before. Dean and Bobby thought he had lost his mind until they had looked up what was going on. Sam, was essentially, nesting, getting the house ready for the baby. Dean would have bet good money that Sam didn't even realize he was doing it. He gave a silent chortle at the thought.

Bobby came to stand next to Dean, joining in on his "must keep an eye on Sammy at all times" detail. They stood in silence until Dean broke it, tearing his gaze away from Sam to look at Bobby, keeping his voice low so Sam wouldn't hear.

"Hey Bobby, does Sam seem kind of big? I know he's a giant and all, but I don't think that completely explains all of it." Bobby kept silent for a moment, contemplating an answer for the older Winchester brother. He looked back at Sam who had stopped his pacing to sit in one of the chairs placed in the yard. Bobby watched as the younger Winchester rubbed his gravid stomach.

"I don't know Dean. It seems like he may be, but that doesn't mean anything. I mean, you boys are not small people by any means. I wouldn't expect your children to be small either. Let's just hope Sam is okay with pushing out the little," Bobby snorted, "well, maybe not so little, tyke." Dean paled at the thought of Sam pushing the baby out. Bobby didn't think it was possible for him to get paler. Leave it Dean to prove him wrong.

Dean gave Bobby a small nod in thanks before walking down the steps to join Sam. He sat down next to him and placed his hand on top of Sam's. They felt as their child kicked their hands. Dean grinned and laughed at the response. Sam gave a small hiss before joining in on the laughter. They sat there in silence for a while, enjoying the sun and eachother's company.

"What do you think Dean, a boy or a girl? What do you want more?" Sam squeezed Dean's hand, waiting for his answer.

Dean mulled the thought over in his head. "Either would be awesome Sammy. A girl would be challenging, but we're up to the task."

"Perfect answer." Dean felt very proud of himself for getting that reaction out of Sam.

"It's true Sam."

"I know. Have no doubt in my mind whatsoever." Sam sighed silently, adjusting himself in his seat, taking some of the strain off his back. "I gotta say, I can't wait for this little one to come out. These last couple of weeks have been hell on my back." Again, Dean paled.

Dean silently moved himself behind Sam, digging his thumbs into his lower back, earning him a pleased moan. The sound went straight through Dean. He missed sex. Sam hadn't been in the mood for close to two weeks now. It was hell on Dean, but he could understand how the idea of it was not completely appealing to Sam. His muscles had been strained for weeks now since the baby had decided to go through a growth spurt. Sam had probably gained close to ten pounds in a week and a half. Dean dug his fingers in harder at the thought. Sam moaned louder this time, causing Dean to give him a curious glance. Sam looked over his shoulder at Dean, pupils blown wide. Dean negated all his previous thoughts.

"Sammy?" Dean questioned quietly, hands stopping their movement.

A lascivious grin dragged itself across Sam's face. He slowly stood up, Dean following the movement. Sam held his hand out to Dean, who took it obediently.

"This is going to be interesting. We're going to have to get creative. What do you think Dean? You up for creative?" Dean nodded. He was definetly UP for creative.

Sam led Dean into their bedroom, closing the door behind them. He looked at Dean standing in front of him, waiting for his next direction. Sam leaned back against the wall, not saying anything, enjoying watching how the anticipation was getting to Dean. His jeans were tented in the most delicious way, Sam indulging in the view before speaking.

"How do you want me Dean? On all fours on the bed? Bracing myself against the wall as you pound into me? How bout bent over and braced on the desk? Yeah, I like that one the most. Which one do you like the most Dean?" Sam's voice had a timber to it that made Dean ache.

"Desk." Sam obeyed, ridding himself of his clothing before standing in front the desk, hands braced near the edge.

Dean thought he was dreaming, looking at Sam bent over the desk, stomach full and protruding with their child. It was one the sexiest things he had ever seen. He walked over, tracing Sam's spine, making him shiver. He placed two fingers in front of Sam's mouth before telling him to suck. Sam did so without question, relishing in the feel of Dean's fingers in his mouth, knowing they would be giving him more pleasure soon enough. Dean withdrew his fingers, chuckling at the sound of protest Sam made. He brought his hand down to Sam's entrance before circling it, then gently pushing both fingers in. Sam moaned long and loud as Dean expertly manipulated his prostate, making him jolt forward. Dean opened a drawer, pulling the lube out he kept in there. He put bottles of lube everywhere in their room just in case. He popped it opened and drizzled it down between Sam's cheeks without removing his fingers. The sudden cold on his heated flesh made Sam cringe. Dean worked the lube into Sam's loosened entranced, impatient to be inside him.

Dean extracted his fingers, listening to Sam breath heavily. He quickly stripped himself of his clothing before rubbing the extra lube on his dick, grasping Sam's full hips, thrusting and seating himself inside of Sam. Sam gave a muffled scream of pleasure, Dean groaning. Dean lent forward, placing his head between Sam's shoulder blades, basking in the pleasure of being inside Sam. He pulled out then thrust back in, setting a relentless pace. Sam gave up trying to be quiet, letting the world know about the pleasure Dean was giving him. Dean moved one of his hands down to Sam's stomach, leaving it there for a moment, relishing in the thought that he was the cause of it. He moved his hand down to Sam's length, stroking it time with his thrusts, Sam screaming as Dean beat on his sweet spot, making him come so hard his vision whited out. Dean stood up, throwing his head back, nearly chorusing Sam as his orgasm ripped through him. Dean's breath came in harsh pants, echoing Sam's. He pulled out, knees wobbly, guiding Sam back and to their bed. They curled around eachother in a sweaty heap, as much as was allowed with Sam's pregnant belly in the way.

"Holy shit Dean, I think I'm in love that desk." Dean stared dumbfounded at Sam for a moment before breaking into boisterous laughter.

"Me too Sammy. Me too."


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Dean and Sam sat in the same chairs out in the yard, they had been before. Dean had his chin resting in his left hand, his right holding Sam's. He was trying to figure out how to broach the subject of Sam being as big as he was. Dean didn't want to hurt Sam's feelings, so he knew he had to work the subject delicately. Sam could feel Dean's tension, wondering what it was about.

"Dean." Dean startled, having his thoughts interrupted. He gave Sam the 'deer in the headlights look.'

"What are you thinking so much about Dean?"

"Uh..." Sam gave Dean the 'don't hurt yourself' look.

Sam received a glare for his efforts, before Dean answered. "Well..I was trying to figure out why, uh, maybe, that, um, you mightbekindofbig."

It took Sam a second to translate Dean's mumblings into proper thought. Sam drew his hand out of Dean's when he did. "Excuse me?" he hissed.

Dean flinched at Sam's dangerous tone.

"Not like that Sammy!" Dean rushed, hands up in surrender. "It's just that, um, uh, nevermind." Dean stood to sprint for safety.

"Don't. Sit. Now." Dean did exactly as directed.

Sam glared at Dean, making him squirm. "What did you mean by 'kind of big' Dean?" Dean knew he had to choose his words carefully, or he might die.

Dean slowly shrank into his seat, trying to become as small as possible before giving his choked out, whispered answer. "Well, maybe, that, you, uh, are, or well, maybe, that you seem more pregnant than you should." Dean hoped he would live to see the birth of his child, but thought it unlikely.

Sam slowly contemplated the thought, rubbing his stomach for extra effect. Dean continued making himself as small as possible, attempting to avoid Sam's wrath.

"So, what you're saying is that you think I'm further along than what was originally thought?" He quirked his eyebrow, waiting for his answer.

Maybe he would live. No he wouldn't. "Not exactly. We know how far along you are. To a t. Think about it Sammy. Really think about." If Sam could shoot laser beams out of his eyes, he would. Dean was very thankful he couldn't.

"Dean, I have thought about it. Neither of us is a small person. That pretty much explains it all." Sam growled out.

Sam hauled himself from his chair, groaning at the effort it took. Dean started to move to help him, but was knocked back into his chair when Sam's fist collided with his face. Dean held a hand over his wounded cheek, watching in astonishment as Sam, more or less, waddled back to the house, one hand pressed to his lower back.

"You're sleeping on the couch!" Sam yelled, slamming the door behind him.

Dean hated the couch. It was lumpy.


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