Warning: This is a wincest story, don't like it than don't read it. There is also mpreg. In this story Dean never got the mark of Cain.

Please feel free to comment, I would like to get a beta for this story so if anyone would like to give it a try than let me know.

Chapter 1

It was early morning in the bunker, Dean would have rather be sleeping but Sam woke him up again when he got out of bed to use the bathroom. It's the sixth night it's happened, at first Dean thought Sam may have ate something bad but now he wondered if his husband caught something. Dean listened to the sounds of Sam emptying his stomach for a few seconds before getting up and heading to the kitchen to grab some crackers and a glass of water. Sam had finished puking and was brushing his teeth when Dean came back to the room with the food.

"Feeling better, babe?" Dean asked setting the food on Sam's nightstand.

Sam shrugged a little before spitting out the clear, blue mouth wash in the sink," A little bit."

He wiped his mouth before turning off the bathroom light and climbing back into bed.

"You really need to see a doctor, Sam."

Sam shook his head," I'm fine, it's probably just a cold or something."

Dean watched as Sam drank some water and ate a couple of crackers," This is the sixth night you felt the need to upchuck, you are most certainly not fine."

"It's nothing, really," Sam replied looking down at their comforter," my stomach problems usually by lunch time anyway."

"You're still throwing up in the middle of night, not too much all those mornings you spent in the bathroom puking your guts out," Dean nodded when Sam looked at him in shock," That's right honey, I knew."

"I don't want to see a doctor," Sam confessed.

"I know Sammy but I don't like not being able to help you and I can't help now because I don't know what's happening," Dean whispered as he lightly stroked Sam's arm.

"I'm sure it's nothing really important," Sam shrugged.

"That may be true but neither of us are doctors and I'd feel better if you'd just get yourself checked out," Dean pleaded," Please go see a doctor, just to put my own worries to rest."

Sam thought about it for a moment before nodding," I'll make an appointment with someone tomorrow."

Dean smiled a little and gave Sam a little peck before laying down on his side of the bed," Thank you darling."

The next morning Sam was able to get an appointment with a local doctor. He decided to see the doctor by himself, something that always made Dean a little uneasy because things tend to happen when they weren't together. Dean tried to keep his mind from worrying about what happening at the doctor's office but there's not much for him does at the bunker today. He ended up sitting in front of the TV, not really watching whatever show was on. Dean kept checking his phone for any calls or texts from Sam than he'd check his watch to see how much time has passed.

Sam didn't return to the bunker until hours later, quickly found Dean in the TV room," Hey."

Dean jumped a little in surprise," Hey…how'd it go?"

Sam bashfully rubbed his neck," uhm…well the doctor did some tests."

"And?"

Sam gave him a small, shy smile before hesitantly murmuring," I'm pregnant.

Dean started to see big white spots while his body temp rose greatly. Sam watched as his husband's eyes rolled in the back of his head and passed out.

Sam sighed," That's just great."