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Chapter One
"Are you really sure you're up to this?"
Sam already looked irritated but this was about to make him explode. If Dean asked him if he could handle something one more time, he was going to strangle him. He paused and told himself to count back from ten before answering.
"Yes, I can now let's go before someone catches us sneaking into the basement. I mean who hides skeletal remains in their house?"
Dean snickered until he remembered why he was suddenly hungry. Very recently it seemed like the baby was making Sam eat more weird foods than normal. If he had to tell the truth, he would say that it was the most disgusting food he had ever tasted but then Cas seemed okay with it. He even went out and got the stuff! At least he was supportive, Dean thought happy that his baby brother was now happy.
"I don't know, are you up to doing a little necrophilia?" Dean wiggled his eyebrows, only meaning to joke about it like he always did until he heard the retching noises and decided that that was another thing they were going to avoid. A pregnant Sam couldn't handle stuff like that anymore. "Sorry, so ready?"
Sam nodded and popped the screen to the basement open. He carefully climbed through and landed on his feet ever so cautiously so he wouldn't give Dean another reason to mother hen him. He quickly readjusted his jacket over his baby bump that was getting a little bigger every single day but still not as big as the ones he saw at the clinic. He was considered a little small compared to them.
"So how is the nine pounder looking?" Dean asked once he was down as well.
"I'm not giving birth to a nine pounder Dean!" Dean only started doing that joke when Castiel had told Sam they had nothing to worry about when it came to the baby because he wasn't going to be miscarried. Cas also mentioned something about angel babies being big and that Sam would most likely be giving birth to a nine pound one making Sam whimper just thinking about it and Dean rolling on the floor laughing.
"Well there it is," Sam pointed out, taking the shovel from the bag. Dean quickly snatched it up and started digging. He ignored Sam's heated glare and spent the next fifteen minutes digging the dirt up from the shallow grave.
"Are you even sure that it's here?" Sam glared at him once again. "What, I don't see anything unless the remains are in the man's bed-"
"Don't talk about that," Sam quickly put a hand up and tried to get his nausea under control. Dean sighed before he continued off where he had been before his brother interrupted him.
"I'm just saying that Cas wouldn't have sent us here if it was nothing. Actually he sent me and only me but you decided to undermine your boyfriend and came along anyways-"
"What was I going to do while you were out possibly getting hurt?" Sam demanded and Dean sighed. He was tired of these mood swings and the periods of crabbiness. He blamed the baby hormones but still wanted to strangle the younger hunter for being stubborn and emotional.
"You could have done research for a non-dangerous gig," Dean supplied. At Sam's heated look Dean continued. "It could have been fairies, unicorns, hell anything that isn't demons, ghosts, or angels."
Sam tried to open his mouth and Dean already knew what he was going to say. He quickly ended that by saying, "Don't ask what is wrong with angels! We were on a hunt because of a half angel and you almost died!"
"Technically I healed fast and I don't even have the cut around my ear anymore." Whether that was true or not, Dean didn't care. He wanted the younger pregnant hunter to just take it easy instead of feeling like he had to help with everything.
"Did you hear that?" Dean groaned When Sam withdrew the flashlight and pointed towards the steps.
"Don't try to change the subject Sam, I know that you can't honestly expect me to believe-"
"SHHH!" Dean wanted to scream at him. He knew it sounded childish but one minute Sam was ranting about how he was being unfair and then the next second, he was back to full hunting mode and he could not tell which one would make the appearance at any one time. He quickly made up his mind to take Sam shopping for new shirts just so Sam would get annoyed. Yes, nothing was more perfect than seeing Sam try to tell the females to stop touching his stomach as he answered their questions.
"Fine," Dean whispered.
The door started creaking open and Sam clicked off the flashlight, hiding them in the darkness. Dean would have told him how stupid it was until he saw the eyes go black and groaned. They just had to be dealing with a demon. Well, he thought considering his options. He'd rather deal with one instead of his emotional mess of a brother any day. He grabbed the demon killing knife from his waist band and held it up. Sam was in the corner and most likely didn't notice the eye change but he did. He was taken by surprise when another demon happened to kick him in the stomach and make him drop to the floor. He groaned and Sam seemed to take the hint. He flashed the light in the demons eyes and tried to get Dean up the stairs but the demon in front of them just smirked.
Sam didn't find any other options. The demon pulled him forward and planning to just knock him backwards, a flash of light emitted from his hand when his palm made contact with the demon's forehead and he fell over effortlessly. Sam stood still for a second in shock but quickly sprung forward and did the same to the other demon. This was how Cas exorcised demons and Sam didn't have any idea how he could now do it too but he liked it.
Dean didn't know what to say to that so he said nothing. They continued up the stairs and continued to scope out the place. For reasons now known, Dean decided to trust Sam alone for now even though he knew he shouldn't really be leaving him vulnerable. It proved that his protecting wasn't needed when they met on the last flight of stairs and Dean quickly steered Sam away from the steps, remembering his brother falling down a set not only a month ago and he didn't want a repeat. That still gave him nightmares sometimes especially seeing Sam hooked up to all those tubes and wires.
Sam just gave him a small grateful smile before turning towards the bathroom. The next thing he heard was heaving and then the sound of vomit. Without a single hesitation, he quickly fled over to him and noticed the skeletal remains in the bathroom.
"Common Sam, really? You could exorcise a demon with the palm of your hand now and yet you can't handle one decomposing body?" The choking sound and vomit hitting the toilet answered him and Dean sighed before patting his brother on the back. "I'll get the stuff from the trunk. You're going to be okay here with Mr. dead there while I go and get it?"
Sam looked miserable and yet he still managed to weakly lift a thumb up to let Dean wordlessly know he would be alright. Dean poked his head back away from the bathroom and quickly left hoping his younger brother didn't die of dehydration while he went to retrieve the bag from the basement.
Cas would surely kick his ass if he found out he allowed Sam to come along even if it wasn't dangerous.
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When they finally got back to the motel room, Cas was already there and it had to be one of those awful gross birthing shows he happened to be watching. Sam quickly shut it off collapsing on the bed besides where Cas was sitting. Frowning, Cas lied back and placed a small kiss on his cheek, succeeding in getting a smile from Sam.
"Where were you?" Cas asked.
Dean was about to signal to him and tell him to lie but Sam being Sam said, "We went on that hunt you told Dean about. And I found out I could exorcise demons like you."
Cas paused in glaring at Dean to turn to Sam in surprise. Sam couldn't do that because he wasn't an angel. He allowed his shocked look to travel to Sam's swollen belly, putting a hand on it and provoked a steady kick from his unborn son. Sam groaned and quickly rolled to his side.
"You okay baby?" Cas asked getting looks from both Winchesters by surprise. "Don't all couples have nicknames?"
"Cas, I'll put it this way," Sam said slowly trying not to hurt the angels feelings. He pushed his lips against Cas and enjoyed a soft slow passionate kiss before pulling away regretfully. He couldn't get enough of him nowadays it seemed. "I love you very much but you call me baby one more time and I will kill you."
Cas nodded obediently and Dean had to hide a snort. Cas was so whipped it was insane! Cas didn't seem to notice bringing his head down to capture Sam's lips in another kiss. Dean frowned then. This stopped being old after all the millions of times they had done that and he had quite enough of that.
"Okay okay, we get the point. You don't call him baby and you stop eating Cas's face!"
"But Dean," Cas sputtered. "Sam isn't eating my face."
Dean sat on his own bed and turned on the television in response. Sam just rolled into Cas and murmured, "He meant that I love kissing you." He went back to passionately kissing Cas and would have went to straddling had Dean hadn't whacked him on the head with the newspaper.
"Down boy," he quickly threw it aside as Sam rubbed his head and glared. "I know you're horny Sam but I don't want to see it. So if you DO want to get some action with Cas be the good boyfriend that you ARE and go someplace else."
Sam moaned but finally seemed pleased to let Cas hold him. Dean turned back to the television which happened to be showing a woman going through the pain of childbirth. Thinking that Sammy was going to go through the same thing in about four in a half months seemed plain nasty but Dean couldn't really begin to care, this was not a miracle. It only served to make Sam more moody anyhow so he changed it falling on one of those reality TV shows.
"This is so boring Dean," Sam moaned.
Dean sighed.
He ignored him though, deciding that Sam would soon fall asleep. He usually fell asleep early anyways since he hit twenty weeks and it had rang true every day since. Rolling his eyes, he watched Sam turn back to Cas and pull the man in yet another passionate kiss. Raising his eyebrows, Cas quickly went to his defense.
"What I like him eating my face," Cas said eliciting an eye roll from both Winchesters. Before he could ask why they rolled their eyes at him, Sam went back to the passionate kisses and Dean rolled his eyes again. He found he was doing that a lot lately. He suddenly wondered if this was why Bobby refused to go on hunts that were more than two days with them.
Sam started to explore Cas with his hands and Dean quickly turned around. He told them he hadn't wanted to see it. Hearing the groan though near about did made him blow from the roof tops and he quickly yelled at his younger brother.
"What?" Sam asked, his puppy dog eyes bringing Dean down a notch.
"Stop that!"
"Stop what?" Sam asked like Dean was stupid. Dean turned back to the television but hearing Cas's groan finally did it. Standing up, he went over to the television and turned it off causing Sam to stop from the process of sucking Cas's neck and Cas from doing whatever Dean wouldn't want to think of.
"I'm going for a beer."
As soon as he closed the door he heard his brother moan loudly and shuddered. He was going to forgo the beer and instead go for the straight liquor instead.