Warning: Wincest. Mpreg. And all that. Crackfic.

Disclaimer: I realize I've changed much of the storyline for season 8, but I kinda had no choice if I was gonna make them...do other stuff. I'm a huge fan of the show and everything, and I hope when the show ends they either die together or find some happiness, but I had to take a crack at Wincest. Half of this fic probably doesn't make any sense. Also, I don't own Supernatural.

Sam closed the laptop and ran a hand through his hair. They both sat there quietly for what felt like far too long, staring at the blank screen. The video, or movie rather, they'd just witnessed was a little unsettling to say the least. It was one thing to hunt werewolves, but to see the process of it happening was another thing entirely. They felt bad for those kids. They were college students one moment, then trapped in a paranormal dilemma the next.

Looking behind him slightly, Sam's eyes narrowed worriedly. "Hey, you alright?"

Dean's face was blank. His green eyes glanced from the two covered bodies laying on the floor to the wall ahead. He nodded, a subtle 'mhmm' reverberating in his chest.

"You sure?"

"Mhmm."

The brunette's leg began bouncing anxiously as he sighed, again running a hand through his hair. Dean noticed that immediately, a frown creasing his face. It was one of his brother's habits whenever he was frustrated yet refused to speak to him.

"C'mon, Sam. What gives? It upset you that much?" Dean murmured gruffly.

Sam's lips tightened as he gave his older brother the most steady, mean glare he could give. He never broke eye contact as he stood from the chair, folding his arms tightly across his broad chest. Dean had changed obviously since returning from Purgatory, but so far he hadn't been liking any of these changes. His brother had been proud of being a hunter before, but now he seemed obsessed. Even in the past, Dean had admitted to being tired of it at times, and had even attempted to go live a normal life with Lisa and Ben.

Now, he was consumed by hunting. It was all he talked about now to the point where it induced eye-rolling and sighing from the younger man. Sam was still furious that Dean was so pressed about him taking a break during that year he'd been gone. He wanted to make the older hunter understand that living a normal life wasn't so bad – in fact, maybe it was better in some ways. They'd been hunting nonstop the past eight years. At least during their childhood, John had taken the bulk of the hunts. It hadn't been pleasant, but Sam survived.

But these days, Dean was beginning to exhaust him. He just didn't want to hunt anymore, plain and simple.

"Sam?" Dean questioned when he remained silent.

The brunette sighed through his nose, shrugging. "It's nothing. Let's pack up and get outta here." He said calmly.

"You always do that. You get mad, then five seconds later you're supposedly fine. You seem to like chick flick moments so much, so…talk." Dean insisted, folding his arms as he leaned against the wall casually.

"I only do that because you're so…it's impossible to say anything to you, Dean. You get pissed pretty easy. What am I supposed to say?" The younger man raised a brow.

Dean's eyes narrowed slightly, his jaw tensing. "Are you still on about this whole 'live a normal life' thing?"

"Yes, Dean. I don't regret that year I took off, I told you that. It was nice, I had a girlfriend and a home. It felt good." He threw his clothes into his bag with more force than necessary, not glancing at the other man.

The older man only scoffed, his way of refuting the other's words. "Whatever, Sam. We're hunters. Like I've said too many times, nothing can change that."

Sam sighed heavily. "Did you hear what that kid said on the tape, Dean?"

Dean was disarmed, confusion written all over his features. "They said a lot of crap. What the hell is your point, anyway?"

"Workplace romance. Michael said that…twice." Sam said tightly.

"It was a joke, Samantha."

The younger of the two gave him a look, a sharp humorless expression that made Dean smirk. It was way too easy to press his buttons. They both had a temper, truth be told.

"Look, it's not just about what he said, it about what it implies." Sam's tone took on that intellectual, logical inflection that Dean couldn't stand whatsoever. "People have mistaken us as lovers more than once. We spend too much time together, family or not. We've been by each other's side for almost a decade now, leading where exactly? It's neverending and I'm tired."

Dean squinted at him. His nose rose a little as he studied him for a moment, tilting his head. "I see."

Short answers were bad coming from the normally talkative man, so Sam hurriedly added, "Look, you love hunting-!"

"And you don't?"

Sam only looked at him pointedly, like he should know the answer. "I enjoy helping people, but not like this. Not anymore, I don't think I ever did. I only continued to hunt because you came back for me. Because dad was missing."

"Seriously? You're telling me you would've stayed at Stanford if none of that happened. If Jess never died." It was more of a statement and Sam could only nod, causing Dean to laugh lowly. "Wow, so I guess you really don't give a damn about our family."

Normally, Sam was a calm and rational person, but the older man was really starting to piss him off. In an uncharacteristic show of anger, he walked up to him and slammed a fist next to where his head rested against the wall. Dean only looked at him with wide eyes, wondering what the hell was up with him.

"Idiot." He whispered, shaking his head. "I do care, that's why I went with you in the first place. I've given this my all the past eight years, I've lost my soul at one point, and nearly died more times that I can count. And you…you've sacrificed a lot too. Don't you think you deserve happiness too, Dean?"

The older man stared at him for a few moments with confusion. His wide, green eyes searched his as though trying to grasp a complex theory. Finally, he pushed him off and shrugged a bit.

"This ain't about happiness, I kinda doubt it really exists. I do know that hunting is our life and it's what we're supposed to be doing. It's our job and I'll be damned if I quit." He insisted evenly, though his heart was pounding in his ears. Sam was scaring him now—he wasn't usually this adamant. It reminded him of their father eerily. John never had a problem putting his foot down and he could see him in Sam now.

"Bobby wouldn't have wanted this for us. He would want us to get out of hunting. Hell, he's told us that before he died." Sam murmured quietly.

"I know, but there's no getting out. Again, I've said that before." Dean replied tightly. "Look, you can try to quit. I won't stop you, but we're better as a team and you know it. No hunter ever really leaves to live a normal life. It comes back to reel you back in eventually, just a matter of time."

"I don't think so." Sam disagreed easily, a bit too casually for his taste. "I was doing fine that year you were gone. Nothing pulled me back into hunting. I mean, I missed you…but things were normal for once."

"Right." Dean's smile didn't reach his eyes as he turned away from him suddenly. "So, what, you gonna go back to college now? Become a lawyer?"

"Maybe. I finished pre-law." The air became awkward. Sam shifted nervously, the anger suddenly gone.

Somehow, Dean almost managed to make him feel a little guilty. It was probably why he couldn't leave him. As much anger and confidence as the older man exuded, a big part of him was innocent and vulnerable. And very codependent with low self-esteem at that. Dean was a walking, living contradiction.

Dean deserved better. They both did.

"You could live normally too, you know. You're great with cars…you could be a mechanic."

"I guess so. You make it sound easy." Dean muttered, almost amusedly if he didn't know any better.

Sam sighed, grabbing an arm. Green eyes met his. "Let's grab something to eat, okay? We should cool down a little."

"And then you're leaving."

Sam grimaced. "No, not yet. I'm just frustrated, okay? Maybe you're right, maybe I'll always be a hunter. I seem to end up back with you somehow anyway."

"You make it sound bad."

"It's not all bad." Sam grinned a bit.

Dean's lips twitched but eventually he smirked. "Let's just get going."

Sam watched him pack up, a heavy sigh escaping him as he grabbed his things and closed the door behind them a few minutes later.

o

It was pouring rain by the time they got into the restaurant. It was a burger joint, of course. Sam usually conceded to his brother's tastes. Besides, most places had some form of salad or soup. Dean always teased him for what he chose to eat, always stating a guy like him needed burgers more than he did.

"How does that even fill you up?" Dean mumbled around a mouthful of beef and delicious bacon. He watched him eat his salad with a hint of disgust.

"It's somewhat healthy and isn't a heart attack on a bun. You're gonna need to slow down on those soon enough. You're not getting any younger." Sam replied, digging his fork into the lettuce and pausing for a moment as he noticed the older man glower at him heavily. "What? It's the truth."

"I'm still in my early thirties. I ain't that old…yet." He mumbled, dousing more ketchup than necessary on his fries.

"Mid thirties." Sam corrected with a hint of a grin.

"Whatever. I look good for my age."

"Yeah, but still."

Dean took a long swig of his beer. "Dude, we're hunters. I'm not concerned about my health considering we're probably not gonna reach old age anyway."

Judging from Sam's reaction, that was a mistake to say that aloud. The younger man nodded, pushing his plate away as he suddenly had no desire to eat. Those words brought him back to their conversation earlier that day. He tried to remain calm, but frustration coursed through him again. Hot anger burned in his veins, a feeling he didn't care for.

"Excuse me. I'm gonna wait outside, you can finish your meal." He said suddenly, tossing some cash onto the table to cover his half.

"Seriously, Sam?"

He ignored him, walking outside briskly with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. Walking towards the Impala, he looked up at the sky briefly as his thoughts turned to Amelia again. Part of him considered just hitchhiking or taking the bus back to her, to leave Dean and his crazy self behind. But he knew he couldn't do that, not yet. His brother had recently returned from Purgatory and honestly, he couldn't leave the hunter while he was like this. Dean wasn't really himself. Not to mention, Cas was still missing.

"Why is my life like this?" Sam wondered aloud, not realizing someone was listening to him. "I just wanted to go to college, become a lawyer, make a home with a good woman. Maybe a couple kids. That's all."

She stood in the parking lot, pretending to fumble with her car keys at first, then pretended to be interested in her cell as her sharp brown eyes flickered over towards him. Maya was a witch, although not a very good one. She was still brushing up on her skills and used any opportunity to improve her powers. Most times, this included using spells on unsuspecting people. It usually turned out for the best, as she considered herself a benevolent person. She never used spells for harm, only for good. Or at least, she tried. Sometimes the spells went haywire, causing her to leave town before anyone traced it to her.

Usually witches were in a coven, but she traveled alone. Which made it even more imperative that she steer clear of any hunters.

And here one was, just her luck. Maya observed him as he began muttered incoherently to himself. That man was Sam Winchester, meaning Dean couldn't be too far. Those two were infamous with darker creatures. They knew to stay clear of those two unless they wanted trouble or were very, very stupid.

She gasped, watching as Dean walked out of the restaurant looking highly annoyed. He joined his brother and she fell back, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"If you wanna leave, do it. I don't have time for all your drama, Sam." Dean muttered.

"No, because you're selfish. You have no idea how to compromise." Sam argued back.

"I'm selfish? Funny coming from you. Mister 'I'm gonna run off to Stanford'."

"Wow, are you ever gonna let that go? That was ten years ago!"

"So?"

Sam placed both hands in his hair, before sliding them down his face and rubbing his temples. "You're so irritating sometimes."

"Thank you." Dean's smile was smug and sarcastic.

"You know what? I think I will leave. I want to find Kevin and the tablet, but-!"

"Then go!" Dean shouted angrily, not amused anymore. "Go and live a regular life. You're right, we have been at each other's sides a long time. Maybe it's better we part ways now."

"Wait…you're agreeing. This is surprising." Sam looked skeptical, eyeing his brother like he'd been possessed. Hell, he might've been.

Dean rolled his eyes heavily. "I have way too much crap to worry about. Kevin, Crowley, the goddamn tablet, the demons…you. It's just a lot. I don't know, man."

"That's just it. We're getting too old for this, Dean. We're worried about things that other – younger –hunters can take care of. Do you know what I learned taking that year off?"

"What?"

"We're not the only ones who can stop evil creatures or save the world from god knows what. If we stop, it wouldn't be so bad. We could be normal. Go on vacations, even." Sam insisted.

"Vegas sounds nice." Dean shrugged, looking away from him.

"We always go to Vegas. Our annual Vegas week, remember?"

"Don't remind me. I'm getting weird Becky flashbacks." Dean shuddered. "I still can't believe she tried to marry you last time. Nice girl, but she's kinda creepy, huh?"

"Well..." Sam didn't really want to badmouth her, plus there were more important things to think about, "Look, what do you say? Let's try it. One month."

"No hunting?"

"No hunting."

Maya's head tilted, her gaze intrigued. She could read people's auras very easily and it amazed her how different the two were. For brothers, they couldn't be more dissimilar. From their looks to their true wants and dislikes, it was kind of amusing in a way. She looked at the older one – Maya could feel his fatigue, self-hatred, and stress buried under his vengeance and thirst for excitement. Then she glanced at the taller one, whose aura was so warm and calm, but it was heavy from the weight of living a life he really didn't choose nor want.

They were both miserable, in different ways. That was only thing they seemed to have in common.

"Hmm.." Her eyes glowed with interest. Perhaps she could help them in some manner.

As such was her power, all she needed to do was touch something of theirs to activate the spell. Coincidentally, she had learned this method from tarot readers. But instead of pulling cards, she was able to place a spell directly on them. Much more effective and took less time than conjuring a spell up the usual way. It was why she worked alone.

Maya glanced up thoughtfully, biting her lip. She wasn't sure what kind of spell would help though. A peace spell, perhaps. Love spell, no. She remembered from reading Sam's aura and thoughts that he had a girlfriend named Amelia not long ago. Maybe she could reunite them somehow. Her eyes flashed a little as an idea came to her. It was risky and would change people's lives, so perhaps it was better not to. It was naïve to think a baby would bring them closer, as that wasn't always the case. She knew that. Besides, she had nothing of Amelia's.

Still, she needed to think of something fast. If the Winchesters were separated and out of the picture, that meant good news for any and all supernatural creatures. Not that she was personally worried about them, but she knew many that were.

"Hey, you!" Dean's voice startled her.

He walked up to her while she casually brushed some dark brown hair behind her ear. "Yes?" Maya kept her tone innocent.

"You've been watching us. Not very good at hiding either." Dean snapped. "Crowley send you? Are you a demon?" He tossed a vial of holy water on her, the girl gasping and looking down at her wet top incredulously.

Maya looked up at them disbelievingly, her hands raised as though surrendering.

"Not a demon." Dean decided.

"Whoa, Dean…geez." Sam shoved him back, unnerved by this new mindset of his. Whatever happened while he was gone, had made him more aggressive than usual. "Sorry, he's under a lot of stress."

"No problem." The girl muttered, wiping her hands on her jeans. "It's just, you two look familiar."

"Oh, you probably mean the killers you saw on the news awhile back? We happen to look a lot like them, I can assure you those two are dead." Sam explained.

"Why were you eavesdropping, hm?"

"Dean." Sam gave him a sharp look.

"It's okay. He's right, I was listening to you two. I was waiting for someone out here and got bored I guess. Sorry." She avoided eye contact, making them a little suspicious but she seemed like a regular girl.

"It's all good. Sorry for getting in your face." Dean muttered.

Maya nodded, her hand subtly glowing as she prepared to place the fertility love spell on Sam, the spell that would make him go back to his girlfriend without fail and start a family together. Her shoelace got caught under her as she walked forward, tripping as she reached out and grabbing the sleeve of Dean's leather jacket. He stared at her incredulously as he began glowing brightly. Maya looked horrified. Sam stepped back, about to rip her away from his brother but she stopped only moments later with a look of shock plastered on her face. Her cheeks burned red.

" Oh, I'm…I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. Forgive me." Maya said sincerely, before vanishing into thin air.

They stood there in silence and gazed at each other with wide, confused eyes. Dean's mouth fell open, a hand raised in a questioning stance. Sam looked at the pavement below, shaking his head. Just when he thought their life couldn't get more weird or stressful. He was always proved wrong.

"What the hell just happened?"

"Are you okay?" The younger man asked seriously, assessing him carefully. "How do you feel?"

"A woman just touched me, which would normally be a good thing except she's a goddamn witch! So no, I'm not okay. I knew something was weird about that chick." Dean began pacing, kicking at random stones on the ground.

"She seemed harmless though." Sam noticed. "I don't think it's a curse or anything."

"You know what? I don't even care." Dean figured.

"You don't care if you live or die? Whatever she did, it might be terrible and-!"

"I just wanna find Kevin and the tablet. If I die before then, hopefully you'll keep going in my place."

Dean moved to get in the car, turning the radio on loudly. Sam sighed as he usually did, before slipping into the passenger seat and looking at his brother calculatingly. He seemed fine, but it didn't hurt to check it out.

"Before we continue looking, we should find someone who can determine what kind of spell she placed on you." Sam insisted.

"Nah, I'm fine."

"Okay, but if something happens, don't be surprised about it." Sam shrugged, smiling as he stared out the window instead.

"Whatever."