Dean and his little brother Sam have been together since they were little until Sam was put in a faster home since he was six but when he turned seven a few months later Dean came and got him and they've been together ever since. Years passed and the two got closer and closer. Closrt then two brothers should ever be but they didn't care because all they needed was eat other.
Now they live in a small house in a quiet neighborhood. They both had steady jobs and they were in love with their life.
But not every relationship is perfect. Sometimes there will be storms but if you really love someone their worth it.
One night
Sam just got home from a hard day's work. He went right into the bedroom and flops down on his back. He was so tired he didn't hear Dean calling him from the couch until he was at the door.
"Hey Sammy." Dean said leaning against the door frame.
Sam just grunted in response
Dean sits down next to him and starts rubbing his legs up and down. "Bad day at work?"
Sam sighs "You have no idea."
Dean smiled "Well I'm sorry."
"I just want to go to bed." Sam said.
"Well you can sleep but after you eat something." Dean gets up and smiles when his Sammy groans. He leaves to get Sam something to eat. When he got back Sam was asleep. He sat the tray on dresser and starts to wake him up. "Sam...Sammy...Sam wake up."
Sam groans and turns on his side away from Dean.
Dean smiled and pushed him back on his side. "You have to eat something Sammy, please."
Sam groans but sits up. His back resting against the headboard. He wipes his face and looks at his older brother. "I'm really tired."
Deans rubs the side of his face. "I know but you need to eat something then you can sleep I promise."
"I can't I have to go into work tomorrow." He said grabbing the plate off the dresser.
Dean grabs his arm. "No I'm calling your boss and telling him that you need some time off."
"But-" Sam starts to say.
"No buts you're staying home and that's that." Dean kisses on the forehead. "You need to get some rest Sammy you look horrible."
"I'm fine!" Sam said with mouth full of food.
"No you're not!" Dean yelled.
Sam stopped chewing his food and sets it down. "That was completely uncalled for Dean."
Dean sighs "I'm sorry I'm just worried about you Sam. Can you please just call in tomorrow? I'm off too so you won't be alone."
Sam sighs and picks up his sandwich. "Fine I'll call in tomorrow." he takes a bite. "Are you happy now?"
Dean smiled and looked down. "No because you're still mad at me."
"I'm not mad at you alright. You're right am a little tired and I do need to slow it down." Sam said looking down.
Dean's hand came up and rubbed Sam's seven month old belly. "I just don't want you to overwork yourself."
Sam's hand join's Dean's on his stomach. "Two more months Dean."
Dean smiled "I know I can't wait until out little man is here."
Sam smiled too "Yeah me either." He said rubbing the side of Dean's face.
A/N So what do you think should I continue this story.
