Legalities, as always Sam and Dean and all things Supernatural do not belong to me. They are the property of the CW and Kripke Enterprises. I wish they would share, but I don't think that is going to happen so I guess I will simply play in their sandbox for a bit.

Rating MA: For language and injured Dean and Sam throughout the storyline, they will also be M/M pairing although they are not brothers in this story. Pairings won't happen till later chapters, so be sure to review the warnings before reading.

If you don't like this type of thing, then don't read this story I am sure there are ones that would be more pleasing to you.

Author's Note: This story will follow Sam and Dean they continue their lives and try to deal with the challenges of their own pasts and tragic past of a child named Adam Milligan. This ride will get bumpy before it gets smooth, so be prepared.

This chapter contains mentions of past abuse (child) nothing specific, but be prepared. It also alludes to a sex scene of M/M variety. You have been warned.

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Six Years In

The Child

Dean watched with a small smile as a little boy, with bright blue eyes and no hair, bounced around in his bed, he was so happy that his parents had come and stayed with him throughout his chemo-therapy that the poor kid had forgotten that soon, he would be violently ill from the radiotherapy treatments. While Dean Winchester loved his job as a Pediatric Oncologist, some days it was a little hard to go home to Sam Wesson and the 'apple-pie' life that they now led. He remembered his own horrific childhood, and yet as awful as that had been, he hadn't had to suffer through debilitating illness, nor had he had to watch the only family he had, Anna, go through it either. For this one small mercy he would be forever thankful to a largely absent god from his life.

"Dr. Winchester?" a woman's voice pulled his attention from Charlie's room and he was surprised to see a young woman standing there looking like a scared cat about to run away.

"May I help you miss?" he asked as he tried to gage her emotional state, his piercing green eyes searching expertly for sign of injury, unconsciously as he waited.

She smiled slightly and then put her hand out to shake his; Dean looked at her with mild confusion as he wondered just what she wanted. "I wanted to thank you, Dr. for trying to save my son."

Suddenly Dean was struck with recognition, he knew where he had met her before, the child's name was Weston and he had had lymphatic cancer and had been given a very low chance at survival. His intense emerald green eyes softened as he held his hand out, "Maria, right?" He asked.

She smiled and tears welled up in her big blue eyes, "You remember us?"

Dean nodded, "Maria, I remember all my patients…particularly the special ones like Weston."

A silent tear slipped down her cheek and she looked at the ground momentarily, "He died last Wednesday, I wanted to see if you would come to his funeral?"

Dean felt his heart go out to this young mother and he made an instant decision, one that he generally didn't make because it was honestly too hard for him personally. It was so hard to acknowledge the ones he couldn't save, it made him feel like he had failed somehow…like he should have fought harder, he should have driven the cancer from the young man's mutating cells. "Maria, I don't generally go to the funerals, it makes it so hard trying to push on here. But I remember how hard Weston fought; he wanted to be fireman right." She nodded, blinking rapidly as the tears increased. "I'll be there." He whispered, squeezing her arm as he answered.

She nodded again and looked around to see if anyone had noticed that she was standing in the hallway crying on the shoulder of the resident physician for the pediatric cancer ward. Dean pulled her into a hug and held her close as he listened to her sorrow pour out onto his chest. His own heart was breaking for this young woman and the loss she had borne.

'Paging Dr. Winchester…Paging Dr. Winchester.' Dean heard himself being called over the intercom, "Maria, please leave the name of the church and the cemetery with my nurse, her name is Meg, she will make sure that I get it…I'm sorry I have to take this page."

Maria pulled away, "Yes, of course Dr. thank you for listening to me, and I will leave that information with her."

Dean watched as the young woman walked down the hall her shoulders slumped in despair, he sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face, noticing the stubble growing there. He had been on a 48 hour rotation and he was exhausted, "Jessica, What's up?" he asked as he leaned on the nurses counter. The petite blonde behind the desk smiled brightly up at the handsome young gay doctor…too bad… she thought for about the hundredth time.

"Phone call, Dr. Winchester…it's Sam." She said, a smile playing at the corners of her lips as she watched his face light up at the mention of his boyfriend.

Dean nodded, "I'll take it in my office."

Dean sat behind the large mahogany desk and turned the chair so that it faced outward toward the large window, taking in the sunshine in the early hours of the morning. It was one of the few times that it was slow in Los Angeles Cedar Sinai hospital and he took full advantage of it as he grabbed his phone off the desk and took Sam off hold.

"Hey'ya Sammy…to what do I owe the pleasure of this awesome phone call, so early in the morning?" He heard Sam snicker over the phone.

"Well I thought that we could go get breakfast and then I could take you home and give you a massage?"

Dean was startled out his exhausted coma state as Sam's voice switched from the phone to the doorway, pulling Dean's eyes around to the tall man leaning casually against his door frame with the phone still next to his lips.

Dean's breath caught as he looked at Sam in his business attire, he looked amazing and Dean was feeling a bit of a response in his nether regions as he looked at his boyfriend. Sam was wearing a dark navy suit, that Dean had had tailored for him for his 30th birthday…it was set off with a deep royal blue shirt with pencil thin white stripes and a plain white collar, he was also wearing Dean's favorite brilliant red power tie. Sam's hair was longer than he had worn in college and he exuded power as he stood looking at Dean with a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. Sam had hit the gym with an intense passion once his back had healed enough for it, and he was all muscle and lean long limbs…and it made Dean's mouth water just a little looking at him now. Thank God you're already mine, because I'd have to figure out how to steal you away from someone otherwise. He thought as he watched Sam.

"Damn-it Sam…you are a sight for sore eyes." He stated simply as he looked at Sam, the lust building behind his emerald green eyes.

Sam wriggled his eye brows at Dean and hit the end button on his iPhone as he looked at Dean through hooded blue-green eyes, desire evident in his own features. "Dean…I missed you last night, I hate sleeping alone." He said as he pushed the door shut behind him, reaching over and pulling the blinds closed and clicking the lock on the door as he stepped away and toward Dean.

Dean could only watch in fascination as Sam's 6'4 frame sauntered toward him, his muscles rippling beneath his shirt, long legs eating up the ground quickly. Dean leaned back as Sam sank to his knees in front of him, pushing Dean's own knees apart easily and sliding between them, his fingers reaching up and slowly releasing the bow that was tied in the drawstring of Dean's scrubs.

"I love how amazing you look at work Dr. Winchester." He said lust coloring his words as his fingers brushed lightly against Dean's slowly twitching cock.

Dean groaned in response, he was still amazed that after this many years Sam still had this effect on him. Their lives had been pretty stable after all the shit that had plagued their first year. Both of them had graduated with top honors, Sam receiving a job with Bartlett, O'Connell, and now Wesson. Dean had gone on to do his residency in pediatrics as John's Hopkins University and then had been offered a fellowship in the oncology ward at this hospital. He had jumped at the chance to work with the kids, although he hated that he had to 'lose some of the good ones' he loved his job and found it very rewarding most of the time. Sam's fingers dipped inside of his blue scrub's, the tips of his fingers brushing a feather light touch across the tip of Dean's now fully interested cock. "Jesus, Sammy…" Dean moaned and Sam crashed his lips against Dean's in need and longing. Dean thrust his tongue into Sam's mouth, searching and battling with Sam's own tongue for dominance. He loved the way Sam tasted especially in the morning just after he had brushed his teeth and then drank his morning latte. Dean still gave him a hard time about the drinking the girly version of real coffee, but he did love the after taste, since it was sweet and slightly minty.

It was Sam's turn to moan into Dean's mouth as his fingers found that, Dean true to form, had not worn boxers to work today, he was commando under the dark blue hospital bottoms.

"Really Dean?" Sam asked as he pulled away and looked into the lust blown pupils of his partner in reproof.

Dean simply smiled sweetly, "You know you love it when I do this Sammy…plus the good colors were all in the laundry."

Sam snorted, "What all the black pairs of Calvin Klein?"

Dean nodded and leaned back in his chair as Sam expertly pulled the loose drawstring waist down, allowing Dean's cock to spring free of the restrictive clothing. Dean glanced at the clock on the wall, noting that Sam was due in court in an hour, "Sam if you're going to finish what you started, you gotta hurry cuz you have to be in court." He said as he tried to ignore the feathery soft touches Sam was sweeping over his now aching balls.

Sam laughed and glanced at the wall too, he noticed that he was due out it like 15 minutes, it took that other 30 to get to the office and then over to the courthouse for the case. He pulled his blue-green gaze back to Dean and smiled wickedly, "I could make you finish on your own Dean."

Dean's eyes popped open, "You better not you little bitch…you started this, now you're going to finish it."

"Alright fine jerk, I will finish it…and then you owe me tonight." He stated as his lips descended toward Dean's aching erection enveloping it in hot wet heat as his tongue lapped along the length of the long thick pulsing shaft. Sam pulled Dean into the back of his throat effectively shutting the other man up as he was now busy trying not scream Sam's name as he was deep-throated by a gorgeous lawyer in an amazingly expensive business suit kneeling between his knees.

Sam finished quickly, swallowing Dean's cum, to ensure that he was able to continue staying pretty clean, although Dean was also headed home soon so it wasn't like he couldn't shower if needed.

Sam sat back and rolled to his feet, straightening his suit, "Dean the agency called today."

Dean's eye's shot up to Sam's and he stood quickly, grasping the drawstring's and pulling them tight securing the pants around his lean hips. "What did they say Sam?" He tried not to get his hopes up, because every other time that they had called it had been with bad news.

Sam smiled, his dimples deepening as he leaned into Dean, "They have a test case for us." Dean's whole demeanor lit up in excitement and he lunged at Sam pulling him into a hug, "Really?"

Sam nodded and wrapped his long arms around Dean, he loved to see Dean happy, he was usually happiest when Anna and her fiancé Castiel came to visit, they would bring their young daughter Cassandra, Cassie for short, and Dean loved that.

"It's a little boy, he is six, his name is Adam…his father was…abusive and died of an aneurism. Adam's been in the system for about a year, he won't talk to anyone. The only thing that the social worker could tell me is that the little boy's father was both physically and sexually abusive…sick fuck." Sam finished vehemently.

Dean felt his breath catch as Sam explained the back story for the child, he couldn't believe that these men were out there and that they would do such heinous acts to their own children. At least when his own father had raped him he had been older, although he hadn't been able stop it…he had been able to protect his younger sister from that sadistic bastard. This poor little boy hadn't had someone to protect him from the sick son-of-a-bitch that had gone after him.

"So when do we find out for sure?" Dean asked after he audibly swallowed and gained control of his raging emotions.

Sam nodded, he knew that was the affirmative version of Dean's answer…he would take on the challenge that this little boy represented. "She's bringing him over tomorrow…we can have dinner. Mrs. Jenner will then decide if this is a healthy union for both us and Adam."

Dean grinned, his eyes were now sparkling with excitement, and he reached up and pulled Sam's lips against his own, kissing the larger man for all he was worth.

Sam pulled away reluctantly, "I have to go Dean." He said as he leaned his forehead against Dean's, this was their silent connection and had been for the past 6 years.

Dean smiled, "Yeah…okay Sam. You better get going….and I love you Sammy." He said as Sam turned to walk away.

Sam spun back around and strolled back to Dean and leaned in kissing him almost chastely on the lips again, "I love you too Dean…so much" He turned again and Dean was quick to drop his eyes to check out how well Sam's tight little ass filled out the tailored dress pants.

He licked his lips in anticipation of the coming evening; he was going to thank Sam properly for trying to give him everything that he had ever wanted or needed since coming into his life all those years ago. Sam had tried valiantly to correct the wrongs of Dean's father and the fucked up childhood that Dean had been forced to live as a result of that.

"Call me when you get home Dean, I know how tired you are." Dean smiled at that as he gave Sam a thumb's up. It always surprised him how much Sam worried about him, he was constantly trying to make sure that Dean ate right, got enough rest, all that stuff. They still ran almost every morning, except when Dean had to an overnight here and there. Sam was still pretty much kicking Dean's ass in that department, frankly Sam was simply faster and that frustrated Dean to no end. He was constantly trying to figure out how to beat his boyfriend on the track, but it hadn't happened yet.

Dean watched Sam push the door shut behind him as he disappeared into the hallway of the hospital, causing Dean to sink bonelessly into the leather office chair behind his large desk. He dropped his head onto his arms as he thought of the potential that tomorrow represented. Dean had wanted to adopt for about three years, but the process was long arduous, and the fact that they were a gay couple didn't exactly grease the wheels for them either.

Sam had been totally supportive and jumped through all the hoops willingly. He had pushed when Dean would have just given up and he had been there to hold Dean as he shared his frustration at the length of time and the potholes that littered the road they were trying to travel. Dean knew that they were going to make the most amazing parents, Sam had had a great example in his mother, but he had never known his father. While Dean's past was the opposite, his mother had been great but died when he was very young and then his father had gone bat-shit crazy and basically prostituted Dean out for drugs. It was a messed up mix of shit, but they were ready to take this step.

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Sam crawled behind the wheel of his BMW and scrubbed his long fingers through his hair, he hadn't planned on getting Dean off while he was there…but frankly he had looked like he needed his mind's track shifted. So Sam had shifted it for him…sorta. Sam smiled as he remembered the taste Dean and the feel of him…it drove Sam crazy…even now so many years later. He was constantly thinking about getting Dean into their California king sized bed, naked, and spread out moaning with a reckless abandon as Sam thrust into him. Honestly, he had thought that that would fade a little the longer they were together, but it was every bit as strong as it had been in the beginning. The only real difference was that now they knew what the other one wanted and exactly how they wanted it. That one fact made the time that they spent together even more amazing…particularly now where Dean's schedule could be pretty crazy and sometimes Sam stayed late at the office working on a case.

The home that they had bought was located in the Hollywood Hills; it was a modest house by the standards of the ones in their neighborhood. The home was situated on the hill with a garage and a guest house, where Anna and Cas had stayed until they had been able to afford a place of their own. It was 6 bedrooms, 5 ½ bathrooms, a pool, a breakfast nook, and an amazing deck overlooking Los Angeles. It had cost more than a pretty penny, but both Sam and Dean had fallen in love with the homey atmosphere that the place had. Sam had also gotten a dog, a black Labrador retriever named Casper, because he was the friendliest dog that either man had ever met. Casper was currently hanging with Anna and Cas, at their place in Burbank, and the baby since he loved to be around the kids…plus Anna fed him like twice a day and Castiel would take him jogging in the afternoons when neither Sam nor Dean were able to. I was amazing how much their lives had changed in such a short amount of time.

Dean still had nightmares on occasion, although they were few and far between at this point. Sam still had twinges of pain from the accident the first year they had been together, both men had settled into this amazing connection that they shared and had enjoyed outrageous success in their professions.

Sam knew it was because they were being watched after, whether it was God, his mother, or even angels…he wasn't sure but he knew that someone wanted them to be together and they were being protected from the worst of what could have happened to them. It was truly amazing that they had come out of their respective pasts as sane as they had…not mention mobile.

He pressed the electronic ignition switch and the v-8 engine flared to life, Sam pushed the gear shift lever into drive and pulled out of the underground parking garage, turning onto the 101 and heading toward his offices.

His thoughts turned back to Dean and the person that he had become, despite his father's attempts at making him a whore and a punching bag. Dean had taken on the role of father, protector, and best friend for his younger sister when their father had OD'd. He had then joined the military to help support Anna and create path for each of them to achieve something amazing with their lives. That path had led Dean to Sam. For that one act of kindness, Sam would be forever grateful to the universe, because he simply couldn't imagine what his life would have been without Dean's steadying influence and the unfailingly kind nature he possessed. The man could be a hand full, don't misunderstand, but Sam loved the challenge and he was up for whatever Dean seemed inclined to throw his way. He loved Dean unconditionally and that was all there was to it. So if having a child to share that love with was something Dean wanted, then Sam had been more than okay with that. He had never really thought about children, but the fact that Dean raised his younger sister, and she had turned out so amazing, made Sam take a second look at Dean's reasons for wanting this in their lives. He knew that they were a steady couple with a more than adequate income and they could give a child, that may fall through the cracks of the system otherwise, a chance at a better life.

He turned into the private parking garage at his firm and drove to his reserved parking spot, pulling the pearl white BMW 650i into the spot. Sam climbed out of the black leather interior and stretched as he set his briefcase on the concrete. This was going to be a long day, he was representing a case that was not his usual type, but the client had asked for him specifically and he had listened to the facts and determined that he would indeed take it.

He turned and clicked the alarm on the car as he walked to the elevator, pressing the 7th floor button as the doors slid open and closed behind him.

TBC….

Author's Note: This is going to be a great sequel. I am really excited about how the first few chapters are shaping up. The road is not going to be smooth, there will be angst and probably some hurt Dean or Sam along the way. Just because I like to write into my stories, it adds to the drama and the emotional connection that they have.

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