A/N: I do not own Supernatural, it belongs to Eric Kripke.

A/N2: Sam and Dean are not brothers but have known each other a long time :)

Enjoy~

1.

"What if there is something wrong?" Sam said, pacing. "What if that's why the doctor wanted us to come in?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Will you sit down Sam? There's nothing wrong, it's probably just a formality. Come on, sit down."

Sam reluctantly sat down and crossed his arms over chest, tapping his foot on the ground. Dean reached over and squeezed his thigh reassuringly as the doctor walked in.

"Is it bad?" Sam asked. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, no of course not," the doctor told him. "All the tests came back conclusive on both of you."

"See Sam? You'll have a baby in you in time," Dean smiled.

"Actually Mr. Winchester, he is not a carrier," the doctor told him. "But you are."

"I'm sorry, it sounded like you said I can have a baby," Dean said. "I'm not the chick in this thing, he is." Dean pointed at his brother. "Look at his hair."

Sam rolled his eyes.

"I have the results right," the doctor told him. "You are a carrier, and looking over your results, you are very fertile. I have no trouble believing you could get pregnant within the first couple of tries."

"Really? And there's nothing wrong?" Sam asked, ignoring the look Dean shot him.

"Well, given the age, nothing is with out difficulties. Once you reach 30, things do start to decline, of course. As I said, since you're still quite fertile, I don't think you'll have any issues," the doctor answered.

"Great. Thanks," Sam said, standing up. "Really thanks a lot."

"Of course," the doctor smiled.

Sam looked down at Dean who reluctantly stood up and left with him.

"You get that thought out of your head right now," Dean said, as they walked outside. "I don't care how much you want a kid, there is no way, you are going to put a baby in me."

"Okay," Sam replied, with a nod.

"I mean it Sam, I," Dean cut himself off. "Did you just agree?"

"You made it pretty clear before we got tested," Sam answered, with a shrug. "We can find some other options. Maybe look into adoption."

Dean snorted. "I really don't think we're picture perfect enough for adoption. We're hunters Sam. I don't think they'll give us a kid. Those people are more thorough than credit card applications."

"We'll think of something," Sam said, as they got into the Impala.

Sam looked up from his laptop as Dean walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

"I've been thinking," Dean said.

"Oh no," Sam replied.

Dean threw his towel at him once he had on boxers. "Screw you."

"Already are," Sam winked.

Dean rolled his eyes and joined him in the motel's bed. "I was thinking...maybe us having the kid naturally wouldn't be so bad."

"Naturally? As in what? You carry them?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I mean, once I got my head wrapped around the idea, it didn't seem so weird," Dean answered. "What do you say? Want to put a baby in me?"

"Don't you want to think about this more?" Sam asked. "I mean, we just found out you're able to carry today."

"So, now that I want to have the baby, do you not want to?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm just saying, maybe you need to think about this more, having a baby is going to really throw everyone for a loop. You won't be able to hunt, drink beer, or coffee, you'll be tired, and hormonal and-"

"And what?" Dean interrupted. "I can't handle it and you can?"

"I'm just saying, it'll be a lot of adjusting," Sam answered.

"So you don't want me to carry the baby?" Dean asked.

"I'm not opposed to it," Sam answered. "I just want you to be sure that this is something you want to do. Not just because I want to have a baby, and not just because I can't carry them."

"Honestly, I'm not sure if it the right choice, but the thought of a kid is growing on me and you heard the doctor, I'm not getting any younger here," Dean shrugged.

"Dean, you're hardly thirty, he was just generalizing," Sam said, rolling his eyes.

"If it will make you feel more at ease, I'll think about it a little more," Dean told him. "Really weigh those pros and cons."

Sam nodded. "In the meantime, I found us a hunt, if you're interested. Possible werewolf in Seattle."

"Yeah?" Dean asked.

"Fits with the moon, hearts taken," Sam answered.

"Seems fitting somehow," Dean said, as Sam closed his laptop.

"What does?" Sam asked.

"My possible last hunt for a while is a werewolf case," Dean answered, stretching out. "In the meantime, we could practice?"

"Practice does make perfect," Sam replied, leaning down and kissing him.