~This is the sequel to Enter Sandman, which no one seems to have read or commented on, but I figured I'd post this to entertain myself. This story was in no way intended to be sexual or promising, but it ended up that way because sex and Jensen Ackles are constantly on my mind. So, if you get easily jealous, like me, a recommend that you substitute yourself for the Blair character. Good Luck getting through it without getting pissed at me.~
Blair pinned Dean to the hotel room door; pressing her lips to his. He pulled her in close, his hand slipping from her waist to her ass. She fiddled with the card key in his back pocket and slipped it into the card keyhole. The two stumbled backwards into the room, closing the door, and began shedding layers of clothing. Dean struggled out of his leather jacket, unzipping the front of it and let it fall sleekly from his toned shoulders. Next came the t-shirt, revealing his muscular torso and ripped biceps.
Blair clambered onto one of the two queen-sized beds and shed her black button-up blouse and her black, but fading jeans. Dean peeled the jeans from his sweaty legs and straddled Blair, burying his face under her distinguished chin. They passionately necked for a moment or two then found themselves tangled, naked, atop each other swaddled in the silky sheets.
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Dean rubbed the sleep from his eyes and let out a groan. He shifted slightly to glance over at the sleeping Blair, running his fingers through her sleek, black hair. She awoke, stretching her arms above her head and relieving the excruciating pain pent up in her cramped arm muscles. She ushered a grin at Dean and stroked his cleanly shaven face with her lanky fingers. Jensen cradled her head in his hands and planted a kiss on her lips; a long tongue in cheek kiss. They both sat up surprised in bed as Sam stood in the doorway of the bathroom with a towel hugging his waist. He jolted and brought his hands up to his eyes, shielding his view of his naked brother and his girl.
"Goddammit, Dean!" He shuddered. "I-what- put some pants on, man!" Dean narrowed his eyes at his younger brother and placed his cold feet on the floor, wrapping the white sheet around his waist. Blair pulled the comforter to her body and smiled.
"Sorry, Sammy." She muttered. "When did you get home?"
"A little after five. You guys were asleep and I didn't want to wake you." Sammy walked to the small, round table in the corner of the room and pointed to the paper bag propped atop it.
"I, uh, got some groceries. Picked up some pastries and shit. Feel free to indulge after your late night work out." Dean slapped Sam upside the head as he walked past hi to the bathroom.
"Bitch." Dean muttered, slamming the door behind him. Blair giggled and stood up, walking to the closet. She slipped into a t-shirt and jeans, hiding her naked body from Sam behind the door. She tied up her hair in a stubby ponytail and sat down at the table, placing out a napkin and grabbing a pastry from the open donut box. Sam continued to rummage through the bag, putting away a jar of peanut butter, a loaf of bread, a pack of bacon, some apples and a twelve pack of Corona. Dean came out of the bathroom, combing through his hair with his fingers. He sat down next to Blair and also indulged in a pastry lathered in it's own sugary excrement. Sam flung something from the bag onto the wooden table and Blair glanced down at it for a moment. Blair held it in her hand and furrowed her eyebrows.
"Sam, what the HELL did you buy a pregnancy test for?!" Dean sputtered, milk exploding from his mouth and spraying across the table top. He wiped milk from his mouth and chin, then dabbed at the table.
"You knock someone up, Sammy?" Dean joked, a coy smile spreading across his face. "That'a boy. I bet it was that skantily clad bartender chick who was hitting on you down at Joe's bar last night. Wasn't it?" Sam grunted and sat down at the table, his hands laced on the table top.
No, actually, it's for you two. I noticed Blair's been a little sickly these past few weeks. And I just wanted to be cautious. Morning sickness is a bitch, ain't it, Blair?" Blair got wide eyed and set down her donut, smudging the cream from her fingers onto the napkin She stood up, pushing her chair away from the table and, looking at the two of them, silently slunk away into the bathroom.
Dean laughed and slapped Sam heartily on the back.
"Nice, Sammy. Good one. Did you see that look on her face, man? Classic. Just classic." Sam cleared his throat and managed a smug, sarcastic little grin behind Dean's back. Dean chuckled to himself as he took another swig of his milk. Moments later, Blair stood in the bathroom doorway, her face a pale, and sickly looking shade of white.
"You're shitting me." Dean swallowed and sauntered over to her, grabbing the pregnancy wand. He shook it and held it up in the light. "Green? What does the green mean?" He whisked the small box from Blair's clammy hands, turning it over in his sweaty palms. "Holy... Holy Shit." He stood there for a moment, staring at the label on the box, double taking a couple of times. Sam found it humourous and stifled a snicker.
"Congratulations, bro. You have another family member to drag along with you on your escapades." Sam laughed at the concept of a little Dean walking around the household. Dean's adam apple quivered and rose as he swallowed. His face contorted with a look of disgust.
"What? You find this freakin' funny?"
"Yeah, actually. Oh come on, bro. What's the big deal?"
"Yeah actually? Well, for one, I don't like..." He gestured oddly with his hands, but didn't speak.
"You don't like what, Dean?" He asked. Dean rolled his eyes and licked his chapped, quivering bottom lip.
"Kids, Sammy. Children. They're little bug-eyed, drooling, snot nosed freaks." His face looked sickly and he turned away, staring out the hotel window.
"Goddamit." He muttered to himself. Blair jumped a she agrily brought his fist down on the wooden windowsill. Blair clung to his arm, attempting to comfort him. He sighed and slunk away, grabbing the keys to the Impala from the table and heading out the door.
"I'm going for a ride." He muttered, slamming the door behind him. Blair sat on the edge of one of the beds, her chin resting depressingly on her splayed fingers. She sniffled a bit, then cleared her throat. Sam sat down next to her and held her hand in his.
"Blair, I"m sorry. I just wanted you two to know ahead of time."
"No, Sam. There's no need to apologize. I'm glad you did it. We would've found out eventually, wouldn't we?" She said with a depressed giggle.
"But the way he reacted. He kinda-"
"Flew off the handle? Sam, you know Dean as well as I do. That's normal Dean behavior. I'm supposing he got his temperament from his father." Sam stood up, pushing off of Blair's thigh with his hand.
"I'm gonna go talk to him, okay?"
"No, you'd better let him cool off." Blair muttered, tracing the stitching of the comforter with her thin, lanky fingers.