Dean’s Wish

Dean’s Wish
Author: Storm
Beta: Sinathos
Rating: NC-17
Type: FPS
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Warnings: mpreg, violence, graphic birth, minor character death, tiny crossover with BtVS
Summary: Dean accidentally makes a wish to give Sam his greatest desire.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Supernatural the TV series or Buffy the Vampire Slayer (or any books associated with either series), nor any of the characters from them. I am not making any money from the writing of this story.
A/N: Takes place sometime in season 2; however the events of AHBL and season’s 3-5 do not take place.

It was late, just past midnight when Dean pulled up in front of the motel. Looking over at Sam, he wondered how his brother could sleep in such a contorted position. Shaking his head slowly in bemusement, he attributed it to extreme exhaustion and with a small affectionate smile Dean climbed out of the warmth of the Impala, into the crisp cool fall air. Hurrying to the motel office Dean using one of his fake credit cards got them a room and ignoring the clerk’s come-hither look hurried back to his still sleeping brother.

Opening the Impala’s passenger door, Dean reluctantly woke Sam and together they drug their bruised, bleeding weary bodies to their room and ignoring the desperate need for sleep climbed into the shower to wash away the remains of their most recent hunt. Stumbling over to the bed they collapsed on it with Dean curling protectively around Sam who was asleep before his head even touched the pillow.

Despite his exhaustion Dean, found he couldn’t sleep and pushed himself up on one elbow looking tenderly down at Sam gently stroking his hair soothingly as he let his mind wander back to the past few days. As Dean remembered Sam looking longingly at the couple they had just saved and wistfully commenting that he wanted children of his own, Dean was suddenly overcome with sadness and regret that he couldn’t give his brother no his lover the children he so greatly wanted.

With a sigh, Dean lay back down and as he rested his head on Sam’s chest allowing his strong, steady heartbeat to slowly lull him to sleep, he made a wish that would forever change his and Sam’s lives. “I wish that I could give my Sammy the family and life he wants.” And as darkness descended on Dean he missed the eerie, oddly-echoing voice saying “WISH GRANTED!” and his body being surrounded by a gentle white light.


Sam awakened to the warm, heavy comforting presence of his lover curled up against him using his chest as a pillow and sat up carefully trying not to awaken Dean from his peaceful slumber. As Sam gazed at Dean’s gorgeous body lit golden by the early morning sun, he found his body reacting and growing aroused by the sight and was unable to resist the urge to touch his brother, Sam smirked as an evil idea struck him and he moved stealthy down Dean’s body and gently spread Dean’s legs settling between them and drew a deep breath preparing to give Dean one hell of a wakeup call.

Dean awoke slowly body warm from the sunlight that shone through the cracked curtains and bathed his body in its golden glow. As he stretched and took stock of his surroundings, Dean became aware of the duel pleasurable sensations a warm, soft wet mouth surrounding his hard cock and the slightly uncomfortable presence of a finger in his ass stretching him.

Pushing up on his elbows Dean looked down his body at Sam, his aroused green eyes meet and held Sam’s equally desired-filled and smug hazel eyes. Without breaking eye contact Sam let Dean’s cock slide out of his mouth with a wet pop and moved languidly back up Dean’s body, stopping to suckle and tease Dean’s nipples to hardness and making Dean arch into him with a loud moan of pleasure before moving to Dean’s neck and paying homage to his perfect neck.

After possessively biting, licking and sucking a bruise into the junction of Dean’s neck to leave a mark showing the world that Dean belonged to him and only to him, Sam finally caught Dean’s lips in a consuming kiss. Dean tangled his hands in Sam’s long hair and deepened the kiss as Sammy withdrew the hand he had been using to finger Dean’s sensitive hole and positioned one of Dean’s legs over his shoulder and the other around his waist.

Reaching under the pillow Sam retrieved a tube of lube and coated his fingers, never breaking the kiss and reaching down he slowly slipped one, two, then three fingers into Dean’s tight hole while stroking his dick with the other to distract him from the slight pain of the preparation. Changing the angle of his fingers, Sam searched for Dean’s hotspot, and knew that he found it when Dean arched his back and screamed in pleasure. Watching the play of emotion’s over his lover’s face, Sam hit the small bundle of nerves several more times until Dean grabbed his wrist and moaned “Stop, I’m too close and I want us to come together with you buried deep in me!” Sam unable to talk simply nodded and pulled his fingers out and coated his rock-hard dripping cock with lube and placing the head of his cock to Dean’s small, tight entrance he firmly, steadily pushed until the head popped in and lowered his lips back to Dean’s kissing him and swallowing his cry of pain as he completely sheathed himself.

Once Sam had bottomed out he paused and held still giving Dean time to adjust to his presence and Dean tightened his legs and rocked his hips indicating that he was ready and Sam began to slowly move in and out of Dean, with Dean moving with him in perfect rhythm.

Normally, their love-making was fast and hard, but this time something was different and they both had the urge to take it slow and the intensity of the feelings were overwhelming and as Sam braced himself over Dean with his hands on either side of Dean’s head thrusting into Dean, Sam looked down into Dean’s emerald eyes and the love he saw in his brother’s normally guarded eyes was too much and Sam came releasing his seed deep within Dean and the feeling of Sam coming within him set off Dean’s on release.

Moving slightly to the side to avoid crushing Dean underneath his weight he started to pull out but Dean stopped him. “Stay in me, I need to feel you for a little while longer.” Dean pleaded softly. Sam nodded “Of course, love.” and shifted slightly wrapping his arms around Dean pulling him closer to his chest kissing him gently as they both drifted back to sleep.

As they slept peacefully in each other’s presence, Dean’s body was changing and the fruit of their love was taking shaping and growing in answer to Dean’s prayers.

Six Weeks Later

Sam looked up from the case he was researching and frowned in concern as Dean dropped the gun he was cleaning and lunged for the bathroom. As the sounds of retching reached him he followed Dean and soothingly stroked Dean’s back as he wet a cloth with cool water. When Dean sat back on his heals, Sam gently washed his face with the cool cloth and when Dean indicated he was finished getting sick, carefully helped Dean to his feet and guided him back to the bed making him lie down.

Looking worriedly at his pale, tired brother Sam had finally had enough. “That’s the 5th day in a row you’ve been ill, it’s time we took you to a doctor to be checked out!” Sam exploded.

Dean glaring at Sam vehemently responded “No, I’m fine. It’s probable nothing more than a cold and we have a job to do!”

“Dean” Sam started. “I said no, Sam.” Dean snapped interpreting Sam’s beginning tirade.

With a sigh of exasperation, Dean shook his head in annoyance at the sight of Sam’s patented bitch face and offered dryly, “look if I’m still getting ill after the job’s finished, I’ll go get checked out. Happy now?”

“Not really, but it’ll do for now.” Sam replied unhappily. Then muttered under his breath “stubborn jerk.”

“I heard that, pushy bitch” Dean retorted in amusement and Sam couldn’t help but to smile at Dean in spite of his irritation.

Weeks passed and Dean seemed to have gotten over his illness, which convinced Sam that perhaps it was only a stomach bug Dean had gotten. Then Sam began noticing little inconsistencies that bothered him, like the fact that Dean had begun to eat more and was starting to crave the strangest things and was putting on weight, unfortunately for Sam Dean was also more quick tempered and slightly sensitive, so when Sam causally mentioned Dean’s weight gain, the resulting punch to the face was a surprise but convinced Sam to drop the subject and back off for the moment.


Although Sam had backed off something about the way Dean was acting was niggling at the back of his brain, so he just watched his brother and mentally noted everything that was happening. So, when Dean fainted during the middle of a salt n burn Sam was shocked for a moment then swiftly sprang into action, firing his shotgun at the enraged spirit that was about to attack his brother’s defenseless form he quickly made a salt ring around Dean’s limp body and once assured Dean’s temporary safety Sam quickly finished laying the ghost to rest.

By the time Sam got back, Dean was conscious and back on his feet. Moving forward Sam wrapped Dean in a relieved hug and stepping back quickly checked Dean over for any injuries that might have caused Dean’s fainting spell. Frowning as he found nothing, Sam began “Dean we really need to get you checked out.” As Dean began to protest, Sam shook his head sternly, “No, Dean you almost got both of us killed tonight and there’s no telling what could happen next if you keep being so stubborn.”

Flinching at the low-blow, Dean submitted to Sam demand with ill-grace. “Fine” he snapped angrily, “we’ll see the damn doctor, if it gets you off my back!”

Storming back to the Impala, Dean closed the door hard with an unusual roughness and almost before Sam had gotten in good and closed his door; Dean had stomped on the accelerator and sped into the night. Looking at his unusually, enraged brother in disbelief, Sam braced himself and yelp “Dean, slow down you’re gonna have a wreck!” Slowing down and pulling off the road, Dean got out and paced angrily walking into Sam who had followed him. As Dean tried to move away from Sam, Sam held Dean tightly against his chest and rubbed a large hand soothingly up and down Dean’s back, while waiting for him to calm down.

After several long minutes Dean finally calmed down and slumped against Sam soaking up Sam’s familiar, soothing warmth. Feeling Dean settle, Sam asked gently, “What’s wrong Dean? Why are you so angry?” Dean shook his head “I don’t know Sam. I really don’t know.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out love.” Sam murmured reassuringly. Cocking his head slightly Sam thoughtfully considered there options and suggested hopefully, “We’re about an hour from Bobby’s, why don’t we stop there for a few days and get our feet back under us and see what happens from there.”

Reluctantly stepping back Dean looked at his brother in exasperation and said dryly “Fine, but you can tell Bobby we’re dropping by, as I’m not so sure he’ll be glad to see us after his last fight with dad.” Sam blinked shook his head muttering “you know I’m not sure I really wanna know.”

Dean suddenly swayed slightly and hoped that Sam hadn’t noticed his momentary disorientation, but unfortunately Sam had and taking charge Sam forced Dean to the passenger side of the Impala and after getting him settled and strapped in returned to the driver’s side and got in. Smirking good naturedly at Dean’s threats to cause Sam severe bodily harm if he hurt his baby Sam pulled back on to the road and started heading towards Bobby’s place.

After several minutes of silence Sam looked towards Dean and seeing him slumped against the window peacefully, almost innocently sleeping Sam allowed a soft smile to cross his face and turning the music down so that it wouldn’t disturb Dean’s rest and pulled out his cell dialing a number almost as familiar as his and Dean’s own numbers.

After 5 or 6 rings the phone was answered by a familiar gruff voice “Hello.”

“Hello, Bobby.” Sam answers with a happy grin.

“Sam. It’s been a while boy.” Bobby acknowledged affectionately. Then in concern “What’s wrong? Has something happened to that stubborn, hard-headed idjit brother of yours?”

“Yeah, actually that’s why I’m calling. Dean’s been a little ill lately and since we’re so close by I was hoping that we could possibly stay for a few days?” Sam questioned hopefully.

Snorting indignantly Bobby retorted “You know that you boys are welcome here any time. So get your damn fool selves here.”

With a wide smile Sam exclaimed, “Yes Sir! We’re about an hour out, we’ll see you soon.”

An hour later, Sam pulls up into Bobby’s yard and kills the Impala’s engine before turning to watch Dean sleep for a moment before finally reaching over and gently shaking Dean’s shoulder. “We’re here it’s time to wake up Dean.” Sam murmured reassuringly as Dean woke up looking around in confusion.

Dean nodded and climbed out of the door waiting for Sam to join him before heading to the house. Just as they went to knock Bobby opened the door and gestured for the boys to enter watching closely as they safely crossed the devil’s trap, he offered them a silver flask filled with holy water. Taking the flask first Sam and then Dean took a healthy swig of the contents and when neither of the boys reacted Bobby smiled and clapped the boys firmly on the shoulder’s in welcome.

“Good to see ya boys, been awhile.” Bobby then asked “So what’s wrong with Dean, Sam?” Ignoring the glare that Dean gave Sam over his snitching. Just as Sam was about to answer Bobby, Dean suddenly swayed and Sam reacted quickly grabbing Dean and guiding to the couch after helping Dean sit he looked at Bobby who was watching closely an sighed, “that’s what going on.”

Bobby nodded concerned, “I know a doctor that will help hunters, and I’ll see if he’s available.”

Dean opened his mouth to object but at the evil looks from both Bobby and Sam subsided with a huff and leaned back against the couch and sulked at their mother henning.

A few minutes later, Bobby hung up the phone and turning to the Dean and Sam, “Ok, Dr. Manning will meet us at the clinic in 2 hours.” He informed them.

Sam frowned, “Why so early?” “Dr. Manning’s used to treating hunters and most of them prefer not to be seen by non-hunters who’d ask uncomfortable and inconvenient questions, and since your still wanted by the FBI, he thought you’d want the exam done privately before anyone else got there.” was Bobby’s calm response.

Roughly two hours later, the Winchester’s with Bobby pulled up in front of the clinic and got out going to the clinic doors where they were met by a short, heavy set, balding red-headed man. With a jovial smile he shook Bobby’s hand and turning to Dean and Sam offering his hand and introducing himself as Dr. Manning.

Shaking hands with Manning, Dean and Sam introduced themselves, as the doctor led them into the clinic and back to a private room. Once they were in the room and Dean had settled on the exam table, Dr. Manning turned to them all-business now asking “All right Dean what seems to be the problem?”

Dean shrugs, “I think I might have the flu, but Samantha here thinks something else is wrong and has been over-reacting.”

Sam reaches over and slaps Dean across the back of the head, snapping “I’m not a girl, and there is something wrong. You been ill way too long for it to simply be the flu.”

Sam turned to Manning and began to describe the symptoms; “For about the last four months Dean’s been getting sick in the mornings, he’s been even more temperamental than usual, he’s put on weight and most recently he’s been having dizzy spells and fainting.”

With a thoughtful frown, Dr. Manning turned to Dean saying “Alright Dean, I need to take your blood pressure and I’m also going to draw some blood for a blood test and need a urine sample.”

After drawing some of Dean’s blood, and excusing himself went down to the lab to start running the test’s to find out what the problem was. When the results came back he shook his head in disbelief, re-ran the tests when they came back the same Manning’s checked and double-checked his equipment then ran the tests a third time. When the results came back the same again, he gathered up his papers in stunned amazement and went back to where the Winchester’s were waiting trying to figure out how he was going to explain his findings.

When Manning entered the room Dean and Sam who had been arguing over Sam’s blabbing to the dr. and Bobby who had been watching the fight in amusement looked up and at Dr. Manning in anticipation.

Dr. Manning coughed uncomfortably and looked around desperately trying to put what he had to say in words, and Dean, Sam and Bobby catching on to his distress became alarmed as they became concerned that something was very wrong. Dr. Manning jumped startled when “WHAT?” was exclaimed by the other 3 men in unison. Seeing the 3 in distress Manning’s was quick to reassure them, “There’s nothing seriously wrong.” The added nervously “I think.”

Catching the softly spoken ‘I think’ caused Dean to growl suspiciously; “What do you mean by I think?” Sam and Bobby both nodded in agreement with Dean’s question while glaring at the poor doctor.

Swallowing hard the Manning drew a deep breath and braced himself, before stepping forward and answering still in disbelief “Well according to the blood work and Dean has no traces of any illness, however….” he trailed off.

“However, what?” Sam demanded severely worried over his brother’s health.

“After running the blood and urine samples twice and recalibrating the machine and running the tests again,” Manning babbled, drew a breath calmed himself and concluded, “You are not ill Dean Winchester; you are through some unknown miracle pregnant.”

Dean blinked then snickered “you’re joking, there’s no way I can be pregnant, I’m male if you haven’t noticed.” Staring at Manning’s un-amused face, Dean slowly shook his head; “You’re not joking are you?”

Dr. Manning’s dry “No, joke Dean, your pregnant.” Was followed by two thumps as Dean and Sam both passed out from the shock of the revelation.

Looking from Dean and Sam’s unconscious forms to Bobby’s shocked face, Dr. Manning quipped, “Well, that went better than I’d hoped.”

Still in disbelief Bobby asked, “Are you absolutely certain about this Roger?”

“Yes” was stated with certainty.

As Bobby and Manning moved to check on and wake Dean and Sam; Bobby sighed “I reckon this means more research, those boys know really know how to find trouble.”

Bobby suddenly looked up and glared threateningly at Manning’s, “I trust you’ll keep this situation to yourself?”

“I will,” Manning’s vowed earnestly, “My oath is to protect my patients and this knowledge is very dangerous as there are those who would love to get their hands on Dean to either find out how this occurred or to keep this baby from being born.”

Tilting his head Manning asked, “Bobby, would you keep me informed of anything you find in your research. It can only help me with providing proper medical care for Dean darning his pregnancy.”

“Yes” Bobby agreed simply.

Once the shell-shocked Sam and Dean had regained consciousness, Dr. Manning asked if they had any questions. Dean and Sam looked at each other and Dean asked “Just how is the baby getting out? I don’t exactly have the right equipment for child-birth.”

With an amused smile, Manning replied “I don’t know Dean; I believe we’ll know more after I give you a physical exam after doing an ultrasound to check on the progress of the fetus.” “However, as I don’t deal with many pregnant women it’s going to be a few days to get the equipment in and setup. So how about we set up an appointment for you in a week for your next check-up?”

Dean nodded slowly agreeing that would be fine and after setting up a time and date for the ultrasound and getting scripts for vitamins, the 3 shook hands with the doctor and headed back to Bobby’s place to rest and begin researching the cause of Dean’s pregnancy.

A few hours after getting back to Bobby’s; Sam snaps shut the book he was looking at with an exasperated huff, glaring at Dean who was lounging on the couch lazily stroking his hard erection and giving Sam a heavy-lidded lust filled stare. Grinning at Sam whose own eyes had darkened in passion at the wanton sight Dean presented Dean gestured with his free hand beckoning Sam closer and when Sam was close enough grabbed a handful of Sam shirt pulling him down purring huskily, “why don’t you take a few minutes and relax, before you give yourself another migraine, lover.” Before capturing Sam’s lips in a fierce kiss.

Breaking the kiss Sam straightened and pushing Dean’s legs apart and knelt between them smirking just before leaning down and swallowing Dean’s shaft to the hilt Sam grabbed Dean’s hips and held them down when Dean bucked uncontrollably and began a to slowly bob his head up and down pausing to swirl his tongue around the head of Dean’s cock teasing him by taking his time. Dean whined in painful arousal and grabbing fistfuls of Sam’s hair begged him to stop teasing and hurry up and let him cum.

Looking up Sam met Dean’s eyes hot with passion and without breaking eye contact Sam pressed his fingers to Dean’s mouth and Dean parted his lips sucking them in and laved them with his tongue soaking them with his saliva. When deemed slick enough Sam removed his fingers and sliding them down Dean’s body and sliding his hand between their bodies circled his fingertip around the entrance of Dean’s body before firmly, steadily pushing in and stretching slightly before adding a second finger and beginning to thrust in and out in time to his sucking on Dean’s cock. Feeling Dean’s balls tighten and draw up in preparation of cuming; Sam pulled off Dean’s cock and stood, stroking Dean’s stomach soothingly when he cried out in distress. Sam quickly shed his clothes and kneeling back down between Dean’s legs; swiftly placing one of Dean’s legs over his shoulder and wrapping the other around his waist and hurriedly stroking his own cock lubricating it with his semen; he pressed the tip of his cock to Dean’s hole and pausing for a sec to pull himself away from the brink; snapped his hips burying himself to the hilt and pausing for a moment at Dean’s surprised, slightly pained yelp stroking Dean’s flagging erection successfully distracting Dean from his discomfort and when he sufficiently relaxed Sam began to move setting a hard fast pace. Reaching up Dean grabbed Sam’s sweat-slicked shoulder with one hand and reaching back with the other braced himself on the back of the couch and used it to help him move and with the slight change of angle causing Sam to pound his sweet spot in combination of Sam roughly stroking his cock sent Dean over the edge. As Dean arched his back with a scream of ecstasy and came he clenched around Sam’s cock ripping his orgasm from him with a howl of pleasure.

Exhausted Sam slumped forward and not wanting to crush Dean or hurt their unborn child caught himself on his hands and pushed himself up. After a few moments of pushing and tugging Dean’s limp, sated body; Sam finally worked himself into a corner of the couch stretching out and pulling Dean up between his spread legs to rest against his chest and placed a large wondering and protectively, possessive hand on Dean’s slightly swelled belly and the new life that resided there.

Thinking to himself; that finally he was getting everything he had ever wanted; the love of his life, a child on the way and the only thing left to complete the dream was a home of their own, now all that he had to do was convince Dean to settle down and give up hunting, and that he knew would be the hard part.

When Bobby returned from running errands, it was to the sight of the boys who had gotten redressed cuddled together on the couch with Sam stroking Dean’s belly. Smiling to himself at the adorable (not that he would admit to thinking them adorable under torture) picture they presented, Bobby cleared his throat gaining their attention and asked gruffly “Find anything, boys?”

To which Sam replied with a shake of his head “Nothing specific, Bobby. There are a dozen things that could cause male pregnancy but they’re rare and we haven’t been near any of them recently.”

“So we’ll just have to continue to research then.” Bobby said encouragingly. “Let’s start off with back tracking your steps and see if we can figure out who or what happened to have led to this.” Bobby then suggested.

Sam frowned, “It started about 4 months ago, in Mobile, Alabama, and we were hunting a shape shifter that was attacking a family. The hunt went well…”

Then Dean broke in “And you fell in love with the victim’s children and got slightly depressed over us being unable to have any naturally.”

Dean suddenly stopped and frowned, his eyes widening in realization. “Oh, Hell No! Shit!” Dean yelled.

“What?!” Sam and Bobby exclaimed at the same time worried.

“I just remember there were rumors going ‘round about the presence of a wish demon running around. I filed it away to be checked out as a possible hunt after we finished our present one and then forgot about it.” Dean explained agitatedly.

“Wish demon? What does that have to do with anything?” Sam asked being a little slow to catch on, while Bobby’s eyes widened slightly.

Dean glared at Sam, “Like I said you were depressed and it hurt to see you like that so having forgotten about the wish demon, I wished to myself that I wished I could give you the children you wanted. The demon must have been nearby and heard the wish and decided to grant it. Which Makes This Your Fault, Sam!” Dean finished at a yell.

“My Fault” Sam yelled back, “You’re the one that made the wish!”

“ENOUGH!” Bobby bellowed breaking up the argument before something was said that would hurt both Dean and Sam.

“Sorry, Bobby.” The boys apologized contritely.

“Sorry, for yelling Sam; this has been quite the shock.” Dean said softly.

“It’s all right Dean, I should have kept my temper also.” Sam responded gently.

“But it’s still your fault.” Dean smirked.

“Dean…” Sam glared.

“BOYS!” Bobby growled. “It’s late and now that we figure out how it happened, anything else can wait until morning and we should turn in now and git some rest.”

Yawning as exhaustion from the day’s events set in Dean and Sam bid Bobby goodnight and retired to their room stripping down and sliding under the covers with Sam curling protectively around Dean; who snorted at Sam’s possessiveness but decided to accept it for now and snuggled back into Sam’s comforting warmth.

The day of the check-up finally arrived and hoping to get a few answers about the child and how it’s going to be born, they arrived at the clinic early. Ushering them in Dr. Manning had Dean hop up on the exam table and remove his shirt and lay back while smearing a cold gel on Dean’s stomach running a wand over Dean’s stomach, Manning directed the boy’s attention to the monitor.

“That Dean and Sam is your baby.” Manning informed them happily. “Everything appears to be developing normally.” He informed them then hesitates a moment before asking, “Do you want to know the gender of your child?”

Looking at each other and silently communicating a second, Dean nods. “Yes, we’d love to know.”

Turning back to the monitor Manning studied the image a couple of minutes to be sure, and then turned to Dean and Sam with a smile. “Congratulations, it’s a boy!”

Dean gave a quiet proud smile, while Sam whooped loudly in excitement and hugged Dean hard. Before the two turned back to the doctor expectantly.

Manning then handed Dean a hospital and instructed him to put his feet into the stirrups at the end of the exam table. While Manning looked over Dean, Sam stood by Dean and held his hand tightly while they waited.

Finally, Manning straightened and calmly informed them, “Well, it looks like your demon provided the solution giving birth as well, you’ve developed an opening and a birth canal for a natural birth.”

Both men blinked in disbelief and Dean stuttered shocked, “That’s great, I think.”

Smirking at the two, Manning remarked, “When Bobby revealed the origin of your pregnancy, I figured this might happen so I took the liberty of getting some tapes together of women giving birth to give some idea of what to expect. However, given your unique circumstances, I think we need to decide wither a natural birth or a cesarean would be better. Before we do that though would you like to watch the tapes?”

Again with the silently communication, then “Yes, I think we should.” Dean murmured nervously.

Manning placed started the film and left giving them privacy and to get his own work done coming several hours later to the sight of 2 completely shell-shocked hunters.

Concerned Manning asks, “Boys are you alright?” Afraid that he was going to have to explain to his old friend how he had broken the 2 Bobby thought of as his own sons and was startled by the sudden vehement response from the two as they looked at one another back to the tape, then at the doctor, back to the tape then finally back to Manning with identical looks of horror.

Yelling in tandem, “Oh, hell no!” was Dean’s response which was overlapped by Sam’s hysterical; “He’ll be using cesarean.”

Holding back snickers which he was sure that would get him slowly and painfully killed, Manning nodded and in a reassuring, soothing tone assured the young hunters that Dean’s baby would be delivered by cesarean when the time came.

When Dean and Sam finally calmed “Ok, Dean as this pregnancy is a 1st we need to keep a carefully eye on the pregnancies progress, so I’ll need to see you every 2 week from now on, and no more hunting for the duration of the pregnancy as it will place both you and the child in danger and call me immediately if anything happens.” Manning instructed.

Setting up the next appointment Dean and Sam left never noticing the man hidden in the shadows watching them leave with cold hate-filled malice. Once they were no longer in sight and Manning left for the day the stranger snuck into the clinic and after searching through the clinic’s normal patient files and not finding what he wanted he broke into Manning’s office and rifled through his private files till he found Dean’s file. Reading over the contents his eyes widened in shock, then lit up in unholy glee; he gave an evil smile full of cruel intentions as he whispered maliciously, “Sam Winchester, I have you now.” And putting things to rights to keep his intrusion from being noticed; he slipped out and began to plan the kidnapping of Dean and the downfall of Sam Winchester.

Blissfully unaware of the danger lurking in the shadows; Dean and Sam enjoyed the next few months of Dean’s pregnancy. However, when Dean and Bobby began disappearing for hours at a time Sam was naturally was curious, but as he needed a break from Dean’s mood-swings (having heavy objects thrown at you can be quite tiring) and knowing that Bobby and Dean wouldn’t be doing anything so foolish as placing themselves or the baby in danger by hunting; decided not to interfere and let Dean have his secrets. He knew that Dean would let him know what he was doing when he was good and ready, for now though Sam was contemplating on Dean’s latest food cravings and wondering why in the hell the baby would want pickles with strawberry frosting and sauerkraut and bananas.

At the beginning of the ninth month; a hunt came up that Bobby had to take and as he needed a hunting partner Sam volunteered and the ensuing explosion had even Bobby ducking for cover. After several long minutes Sam managed to get behind Dean and wrapping his long, powerful arms around Dean’s swollen abdomen and rubbing soothing circles on Dean’s stomach with large, strong hands felt Dean slowly begin to relax.

“Look Dean,” Sam murmured reassuringly into Dean’s ear; “I swear it’s be a simple hunt, I’ll be fine and we’ll be back before you know it.”

Dean huffed, “I know you’ll be fine, Bobby’s got your back. I just feel better when I’m there backing you up and I’m missing hunting.”

Sam sighed, “I know you do.”

Bobby poked his head into the room; “If you boys are finished, we need to git going” pointedly ignoring the twin glares they sent him.
Sam gripped the back of Dean’s neck firmly and rested his other hand on Dean’s stomach feeling their child moving restlessly as he kissed Dean fiercely before reluctantly stepping back and grabbing his duffle heading for the door. Dean followed them to Bobby’s truck and kissing Sam one last time stepped back and watched them drive away.

After they were out of sight a sudden cold feeling of dread ran down his spine and looking around for the source of danger turned to hurry back to the safety of Bobby’s home. Before he had taken 2 steps; he heard a noise behind him and as Dean started to turn an explosion of pain exploded through his head and as he fell into darkness, Dean heard a terrifyingly familiar insane laugh.

Meanwhile, hours later Sam and Bobby reached their destination and looking around in confusion wondered what was going on as the place to which they had been directed was in the middle of nowhere. Pulling out his laptop Sam quickly looked up the place they were at and seeing that the site had never had any sort of supernatural activity was even more confused.

“Um…Bobby” Sam began troubled; “are you sure this is where we’re supposed to be?”

“Yes, Sam.” Bobby answered equally troubled. “This is where I was told to come.”

“But why would someone send us on a fake hunt?” Sam started then paused as Bobby broke in “Unless they wanted us out of the way and distracted for some reason.”

Sam’s eyes widened in realization, “Oh, fuck! We left Dean alone!”

With a growl of fury, Bobby yanked the wheel of his truck around and gunning it sped back to the salvage yard disregarding all speed and stop signs on the way. Sam hung on and silently willed the truck to go faster and praying that they’d get back in time and that Dean would be okay, but knowing instinctively that he wasn’t.

Tearing into the salvage yard Sam was out of the truck and bolting for the house before Bobby had even hit the breaks and running up the porch steps skidded to a halt as he saw a note pinned to the door with Dean’s favorite hunting knife. As Sam felt Bobby join him; he reached up and pulled the knife out of the door and took down the note and with Bobby looking over his shoulder read the note a felt a cold chill run up his spine at the words.

Sam Winchester,

If you want to see your brother or the unholy spawn he carries again, meet me at the abandoned mill. 7pm. Come alone.

G.W.

Seeing red Sam, turned and stalked towards the Impala, with the only thought in his mind being to get to his brother and to tear Walker apart with his bare hands. Seeing that Sam was allowing his anger to get the better of him Bobby grabbed Sam’s arm nearly getting decked for his trouble as Sam whipped around snarling dangerously, “Let go now, Bobby.”

Shifting his grip to Sam’s shoulder’s Bobby shook him hard snapping back, “You damned fool boy! That’s exactly what the bastard wants you to do. If you go charging in there blindly you’ll get not only yourself but your brother and the baby killed! Is that what you want?”

Slumping Sam shook his head, “No, it’s just I’m really worried about Dean. Gordon is a psychopath and there’s no telling what he’s doing to Dean. And I’d so damned tired of him constantly attacking me for something that isn’t my fault and of him threatening Dean to get to me.”

Squeezing Sam’s shoulder encouragingly, Bobby responded understandingly “I understand Sam and we will get them both back, but for now we must keep our wits about us and plan a rescue.”

Sam acquiesced to Bobby’s words of wisdom reluctantly; still wanting rush to Dean’s side but knowing planning was better. Though once Bobby’s back was turned Sam’s eyes flashed gold and he murmured darkly; “Yes, we’ll get them back and when we do Gordon will pay dearly in blood for touching what’s mine.” When Bobby turned back around his arms full of maps and other items Sam’s darker side is hidden once more.

When Dean regains consciousness, it’s to a terrible headache and sharp abdominal pains, wincing he pushes aside the pain he’s in and takes stock of his surroundings. Noticing immediately that was he was sitting in a hard-backed chair with his arms restrained behind him and his ankles tied to the chair’s legs. Hearing footsteps behind him Dean stiffened and let out a vicious swear as he recognized the man who walked in front of him.

“Gordon!” Dean spat with hatred.

Smirking smarmily, Gordon chided; “Now, Deano don’t be like that; after all we’re old friends.”

“Friends hell! We’re not friends you son of a bitch!” Dean hissed. “What the hell do you want?”

“You know exactly what I want, Dean” Gordon replied nastily; “I want that abomination that you call a brother dead. And you and Jr here,” Gordon pauses and strokes his hand over Dean’s stomach smirking at Dean’s aborted attempt to pull away; “are the bait to get him here. And once Sam’s dealt with I’ll eliminate this unnatural hell spawn.”

Dean’s eyes widened and he turned red with rage snarling “Bastard! I’ll kill you.”

Gordon just smirked as Dean suddenly gasped and attempted to double over at the pain that stabbed through his stomach and as he regarded Dean’s rippling belly thoughtfully; remarked “I don’t think you’ll be in an shape to do anything for a while Deano.”

Gordon started to say something else then paused tilting his head listening intently, then smiled cruelly, “its show time.”

Moving away from Dean; Gordon settled on the edge of the desk off to the side of Dean and watched the door intently. As several moments passed, Dean waited tensely riding out the waves of pain hoping that Sam wouldn’t be stupid enough to fall for Gordon’s trap.

Dean groaned; “That idiot” as the door flew open slamming into the wall from where Sam kicked it open violently. Stalking in with a deadly look on his face Sam looked around immediately seeing Gordon lounging on the desk regarding him with an insolent smirk and off to the side he saw Dean tied to a chair with a look of pain on his face the increased the rage he was feeling and the determination to destroy Gordon once and for all.

Dean’s widening eyes and his yell of “Look out Sam!” caused Sam to whip around just in time to see Gordon rushing at him with a knife. Years of training kicked in as Sam instinctively twisted the blade of the knife missing his throat by scant inches. The few seconds that Gordon was off balance, gave Sam the chance to punch Gordon in the stomach as he doubled over from the force of the blow Sam quickly followed up with a strike to the chin knocking Gordon backwards. Swiftly straightening up Gordon, lunged at Sam again striking like a cobra with the knife scoring a deep cut on Sam’s arm. Stepping back Sam braced himself for Gordon’s next attack and sidestepped neatly grabbing Gordon’s arm and twisted hearing the satisfying crack as his arm broke. Taking advantage of Gordon’s shock Sam landed a vicious roundhouse kick to Gordon’s head knocking him down and out.

Kicking the knife away and checking to make sure his opponent was truly out Sam took a moment to wrap a strip of cloth around his injured arm before hurrying to Dean’s side. Kneeling beside Dean, Sam used his on knife to sever Dean’s bonds and frantically looked over Dean for injuries before pulling Dean up and into a hard embrace.

Pulling back Sam murmured, “Thank God, you’re okay.” To which Dean snorted in amusement and said playfully, “Emo-bitch”. Sam retaliated with a relieved, “jerk.” before a pained groan pulled them back to the situation at hand.

Turning back to Gordon; seeing him staggering to his feet Sam unconsciously pushed Dean behind him ignoring Dean’s annoyed protest about being treated like he was helpless and pulled his gun leveling it between Gordon’s eyes.

Freezing Gordon gave Sam an arrogant look, “Now boy you know can’t shoot me.”

Sam snorted scathingly his finger tightening on the trigger, “actually Gordon the only reason you’re still alive is because you’re human and Dean’s been stopping me.”

Starting to look worried now Gordon looked past Sam to Dean who hand’s are pressed against his stomach and is trying to divide his attention between the confrontation between Sam and Gordon and the rippling waves of pain that were becoming increasingly closer. Stepping around Sam; Dean hesitated unconsciously gripping Sam’s arm hard as particular painful contraction hit him; Sam glanced sharply at Dean, worry showing clearly in his eyes as he started to say something but Dean shook his head silently mouthing “I’m fine.” as he turned to face Gordon.

Gordon knew he was in trouble as Dean looked at him with hard, ice-cold eyes and felt fear sink its razor sharp claws in his gut at Dean’s next words.

“Threatening me is one thing, Gordon. I don’t let it get to me as it goes with being a hunter. However, threatening Sam is another matter entirely and the only reason I haven’t ended you for it is because I thought there was a chance that you would learn from your mistakes and give up your insane idea that Sam’s evil because of his powers. I was wrong, and now you’re not only threatening my brother you’re threatening my child and that’s simply NOT acceptable!” Dean ended in a furious shout.

Dean drew a deep breath and visibly gathered himself and finished in an icy whisper all the more terrible with the eerie calmness with witch he spoke.

“I never wanted it to come to this, but you cannot be allowed to continue to be a threat to my child or to Sam. This ends now.”

Turning away Dean closed his eyes and in sad resignation told Sam to finish it. With his eyes closed and his back to Sam, he missed Sam’s eyes flashing gold; Gordon however didn’t and the malice in those terrible gold eyes was the last thing Gordon ever saw as Sam pulled the trigger sending him to hell where he belonged.

Tensing at the gunshot and the sound of Gordon’s body hitting the floor, Dean flinched when Sam gripped his shoulder reassuringly then slumped in relief against Sam’s tall strong form as it finally sank in that they were finally safe from Gordon’s madness.

As he leaned against Sam; Dean felt a something snap within him and felt a sudden gush of fluids soaking his pants. Looking down both his and Sam’s eyes widened and Dean yelped, “Oh, shit!” while Sam exclaimed, “You’re water just broke! Dean why didn’t you tell me you were in labor!”

Dean gave the frantic Sam a scathing look and retorted sharply, “It wasn’t the right time. It would have distracted you from your fight with Gordon.”

Sam moved to pick Dean up but a murderous glare from Dean changed his mind and he settled for drawing Dean’s arm over his shoulder and helped him out to the Impala. Getting Dean laying down comfortable lying down on the backseat, Sam ran around to the driver’s side and stepping on the gas roared down the highway towards the clinic. As they sped down the highway Sam pulled out a little control and pushed a button causing the building Dean was held in to explode.

Jumping in surprise Dean yelled, “What the hell, Sam?”

Sparing a look over his shoulder at the reclined Dean, Sam explained “Bobby and I placed explosives around the place before I came in. We expected something like this to happen so we arranged it to look like Gordon was making explosives and something went wrong.”

“Just where is Bobby?” Dean asked trying to ignore the pain and the urge to push.

“He’s keeping the cops busy. He’ll meet us at the clinic.” Sam answered.

Dean suddenly cried out in pain.

“Dean!” Sam yelled concerned.

“Sam, pull over.” Dean ordered. “Wha…” Sam started but was interrupted by an urgent Dean. “Sam pull over now! Your son really wants out.”

“Fuck!”

Pulling over Sam threw open the door and running around the Impala snatched open the other door, ignoring Dean’s complaints about mistreating his baby.

Helping Dean slide down the seat so that his legs were hanging over the bench seat, Sam aided Dean in pulling off his jeans complaining all the while; “Why couldn’t we have stripped you down as soon as your water broke? It would have been a lot simpler.”

Dean snorted and snapped back between pants; “because I’d rather not show that much of me to the world before it was necessary.”

“Alright,” Sam said briskly feigning a bravado he didn’t feel; “I need to check and see if the canal’s open.”

Dean simply nodded to busy concentrating on his breathing exercises to argue with Sam.
Helping Dean to pull his knees up so that his feet were resting flat on the seat, Sam placed his hand on Dean’s stomach feeling the muscles rippling with each contraction in awe before looking and then frowned at what he saw. “Damn. It’s open. I’m gonna call Manning, for help.” Sam said panicking.

Snatching his cell Sam dials the number he had memorized since Dean’s pregnancy was confirmed. When Manning answered Sam starting babbling “Manning, it’s me Sam Winchester. It’s Dean, he’s in labor and we’re parked on the side of the road. No, we don’t have time to make it to the clinic, the baby’s coming now.”

Sam paused listening closely to Manning’s instructions, then drew a deep breath releasing it; then drawing and releasing another deep breath calming himself, before turning back to Dean. Reaching for the flask of holy water they kept in the car Sam quickly washed his hands before kneeling between Dean’s legs.

Dean raised his head wondering what Sam was doing, “Sam?” he questioned. Sam reached up and rubbed Dean’s stomach soothingly, “It’s alright Dean. I just have to check to see how far you’ve dilated, but it might be a little uncomfortable.” Dean nodded the winced in discomfort as Sam pushed his fingers into the newly opened birth canal. Removing his fingers Sam smiled up at Dean stroking his belly once more before taking back the phone.

Just as Sam reports that Dean’s fully dilated, Dean grunts and raising his upper body in something resembling a crunch bears down flushing with the effort of pushing and startling Sam into dropping the phone. Slumping down Dean panted and trembled from the effort and glaring at Sam growled, “hurry up! I need some help this kid isn’t being born by itself!” Getting some last instructions from Manning, Sam hung up and returns to his place between Dean’s legs flinching in distress at the site of blood running down Dean’s legs from where he had slightly tore and as Dean curled forward again with a deep agonized groan; Sam nearly fainted as he saw the crown of the baby’s head start to emerge.

Clamping down on his emotions, Sam reached up and clasped Dean’s hand wincing in pain as Dean clenched his hand around his and nearly crushed it. “That’s it, Dean!” Sam encouraged “I see the head, it’s almost out, give another good push!” Dean curled up snarling as he pushed down hard feeling like he was being torn apart as the head exited his body. Sam continued his loud encouragements while ignoring Dean’s attempts to break his hand over the next few minutes as Dean continued to push trying to get the baby’s shoulders out.

Finally, the shoulder’s emerged and Dean slumped back in exhaustion, while Sam yelled excitedly; “he’s almost out! Just one more push!”

Dean moaned shaking his head, “I can’t Sam.” Sam looked up seeing the weariness and pain in Dean’s eyes and his own eyes softened in response as Sam tightened his hand around Dean’s and challenged him; “Yes, you can Dean. You’re a Winchester you can take a little pain, unless your too weak!”


Glaring at Sam for insulting him, Dean gathered up his remaining strength and with a loud howl of exertion curled forward once more and bore down with everything he had in him giving one last push. Sam gave a howl of triumph as their son slid free of Dean’s body and into Sam’s large waiting hands.

Sam cleaned out the baby’s airways as Manning’s had instructed, as Dean collapsed back on the seat completely wiped out. The shrill cry of protest the baby let out brought a hearty laugh from Sam and a weaker chuckle from Dean. Finishing cleaning the baby up and wrapping him in a spare blanket Sam laid their son on Dean’s chest. Dean regarded their miracle baby in awe as Sam checked his blood pressure then returned to between Dean’s legs to catch the placenta as it was expelled taking it and Dean’s ruined jeans and the clothes used to clean Dean and their son up to the side of the road to salt an burn to keep anything supernatural from using the blood and body fluids against them.

Crawling into the Impala, Sam pulled his little family into his arms and thanked god that not only were they safe from Gordon, but that Dean had give birth safely here on the side of the road with only Sam to help.

Turning his head Dean caught Sam’s lips in a sweet, tired kiss and whispered “Love you, Sam.”

With a bright smile Sam tightened his embrace and whispered back adoringly, “Love you too, Dean.”

Once Dean dozed off with the baby secure in his arms; Sam slipped out and climbed back into the driver’s seat and pulling back onto the highway cautiously being careful of the safety of his new family.

Getting back to Bobby’s, Manning met them at the door and after checking the still exhausted Dean over and pronouncing him in good health they got him settled in bed and telling Dean to take it easy and rest; no heavy lifting and absolutely NO hunting; Manning left to examine the newest Winchester.

Bringing the little one back and handing him to Dean who placed him at a nipple that the baby immediately latched onto and began contentedly nursing, Dean and the others looked expectantly at Manning.

Clearing his throat Manning announced, “Well for being born a month early; baby Winchester is a healthy 5 and1/2 pounds. Also, boys what’s his name? I need it for the birth certificate.”

Smiling proudly, Sam took the baby cuddling him to his chest and after exchanging a meaningful look with Dean; announced his name is Robert John Winchester.

Looking seriously at Bobby; Dean said softly “we’re naming him Robert John both to honor the memory of his grandfather and to honor the man who is like a father to use in all but blood.”

Bobby ducked his head to hide his blush of pleased embarrassment and to hide the way his eyes blurred with tears of happiness at the boys proclaiming that they thought of him as a father just as he considered them the sons he’s never had but always wanted.

Smiling proudly at Sam and Dean; Bobby gruffly replied, “Thanks, sons!”

Dean and Sam smiled back at Bobby in understanding.

Then Bobby and Manning both took their leave closing the door behind them to give the 3 privacy and to let them rest. After the door clicked shut Sam crawled into bed and pulled Dean protectively against him with Little Bobby held safely between the 2 of them and kissed Dean passionately and as Dean rested his head on Sam’s chest and drifted to sleep, Sam whispered lovingly, “Thank you, for giving me your love and a family, Dean.” Then pressing his lips to Dean’s forehead and followed them into sleep.

Epilogue

Christmas Eve-A year and a half later.

“Come on Sam” Dean shouted impatiently, “it shouldn’t take you that long to get ready.”

Sam coming out of the back gave Dean an affronted look; “I was checking on the Little Bobby, Dean.”

Dean gave Sam a soft understanding smile and drifting over to Sam raised a hand and stroked Sam’s cheek before pulling him down into a gentle kiss. “I understand Sam, I worry about him too, but he’ll be perfectly safe with Grandpa Bobby.” Backing up Dean grabbed Sam’s hand and began dragging him towards the door with barely controlled excitement yelling over his shoulder; “We’re going now, be back in a few hours Bobby!”

A 45 minute drive later Dean; who was studiously ignoring Sam’s persistent queries on where they were going pulled up in front of a nice beautifully decorated house. Getting out of the Impala, Sam gave Dean a puzzled glance asking curiously; “Um…why are we here Dean?”

Smiling mysteriously Dean, led Sam onto the porch and gesturing toward the envelop pinned to the door told Sam impatiently to read it. Curiously Sam carefully pulled the envelop down and after opening the card; discovered the key taped inside along with a message.

Merry Christmas, Sam

Dean and Bobby

Sam’s eyes widened in shock and whirling on Dean stammered, “W-W-what?”

Pleased at having struck Sam speechless, Dean explained, “Well you know how Bobby and I kept disappearing both during my pregnancy and after I was well enough to move after the birth? Bobby and I talked and decided that even though Dad did a good job raising us; constantly on the road and the possibility of one of us dying due to the hunting is no way to raise our children. So, since we now have a child to take care of and you’ve always wanted a permanent home of your own; Bobby helped me buy this one and we’ve spent the last months fixing it up.”

Dean paused expectantly and gave Sam a hopeful look. After a moment Sam shook of his shock over not having to fight Dean over giving up hunting and finally having the home and family he always dreamed of lunged forward grabbing Dean and yanking Dean against him, captured Dean’s lips in a fierce passionate kiss.

When they parted for air Sam rested his head against Dean’s murmuring, “Thank you Dean, this is the best Christmas present I’ve ever had.”

Dean smiled happily, “I’m glad you liked it.” Then his smile turned into a positively evil grin. “But that’s just half of your present.”

Sam eyed Dean warily knowing that grin meant Dean was up to no-good. Sam slowly asked nervously; “What’s the other half?”

“Well you know how we haven’t had the chance to get back to the doc and have my demonically created womb removed?”

“Yes” Sam answered slowly, wondering where this conversation was leading.

Dean’s grin grew even more evil if that was even possible as he watched Sam get even more apprehensive drawing the moment out before finally putting Sam out of his misery; “well it seems your going to be a daddy again in about 7 months.”

After dropping the bombshell Dean leaned back against the railing and prepared to enjoy Sam’s reaction.

Sam’s eyes widened in shock as he stammered; “What? Wait. You’re….” He trailed off as Dean simply smiled and nodded yes. Stunned out of his mind Sam’s eyes rolled back and he fainted hitting the deck hard.

His evil grin changing to a smirk as he gazed down at his unconscious brother, Dean pumped his fist triumphantly as he exclaimed, “Hell yeah, I’ve still got it!”


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