He watched his dad pack his back for the next hunt, he sat on the bed pretending to do his homework but he had finished that hours ago. His eyes drifted to his brother Dean who was leaning against the motel door smirking at Sam, before turning to his dad as he spoke "Dean I want you to stay with Sam tonight." John said, Sam looked up at him as his eyes widen.

"I'm 16 can look after myself!" Sam argued, he wasn't angry that his dad still thought he need a baby sitter, no this was fear.

Groaning at the thought of another fight with his youngest he looked up at Sam with a glare. "You passed out in school today Sam; I want someone here to keep an eye on you." John told him,

"I feel fine, I told you I forgot to have breakfast this morning." It wasn't a lie, he had been throwing up every day for the last week and trying to hide it from his dad and Dean made him forget something's. John gave him the look which told the teen not to mess with him "Sorry dad." Sam whispered, he turned to look at Dean who raised an eye brow at him.

"I was looking forward to this hunt." Dean said, trying to sound like he was sulking and really by now you think John would notices real sulking from a fake one. "I did the entire leg work on this dad; I found the case! I found the nest hidden in an old hotel of all places and called the others in for help." He told him, there was no bite in his voice no real anger he had already given up but not in defeat.

"I know I know." John grunt as he pinched the bridge of his nose before looking up at him "Please Dean, to give me peace of mind, if he passes out again he could hurt himself when he falls." He told him as he gave him a small smile.

"Alright, but before you go I'm going to get more beer, you need anything?" He asked, the older hunter seems to think about it for a moment and then shook his head. "Sammy?"

He pushed himself off the door and walked over to his little brother the key to the motel room spinning on his finger as he stood over him, his back to their father as he grinned down him. Sam looked into his eyes and sees them flicker to black making Sam looked down at the book in his lap. "N…No thank you Dean." Sam whispered, trying to hide the whimper out of his voice as his brother turned to leave. He heard the door click shut this made him look up, he knew he didn't have long as there was a 24 hour shop across the road from them. Slipping off the bed Sam walked over to the dark haired man as he loaded his guns. "D…Dad can we talk?" He asked, his heart was thumping his chest and his stomach twisted itself in knots as the older man looked up at him.

"What's up?" He asked, the man looked weary but to be fair he always looks weary, week old stubble and dark bags under his eyes that looked big enough to be called a hammock. Take as deep breath Sam looked at him in the eyes and said.

"I…I think something is wrong with Dean." It came out as a whispered, but it was loud enough to each off the walls in this room.

His dad looked at him with a strange look on his face and Sam had to look away so he turned his head down and looked at the well worn carpet. Seeing the torn fabric and holes to the floor underneath, the stains he didn't want to think about the stains there was nothing good about Motel room stains.

"What was that I couldn't hear you?" John said as he picked up another gun, it clicked loudly as he watched the man's large thumps press the bullets into the barrel.

"I said I think there is something wrong with Dean." He said a little louder, the dark haired man stopped what he was doing and looked up at Sam seeing his worried face. The man licked his lips and pressed his hand to his mouth.

"In what way?" He asked, his mouth was now dry and he could feel his tongue stick to the roof of his mouth…this is it just tell him and he will stop it…he thought.

"He hasn't been right since he was infected, I know you found a cure for him b…but did it work." He told him.

John froze as he looked at his youngest son up and down Sam could see there was something in his eyes something he wanted to tell him but he didn't say anything. "Has he been hurting you?" John asked, Sam looked away from him and nodded he felt a hand on his shoulder and tears burning his eyes. "Have you been eating what I gave you?" That surprised him; Sam looked up at him his eyes shimmering with tears. That was the last question in the world he thought would come after the first one.

"I…I've been eating what Dean give me." He told him, John nodded and was about to say something when the door open.

The door to the room open and in walked Dean carrying a 6 pack of beer and a brown paper bag "Did I miss something?" He asked, with a smile John shook his head and stands up.

"Nothing we can't sort out until later. Sam was just asking about the hunt tonight." The teen felt crushed being shut down like that, his dad was an arse hole but he thought he would try at least to save him.

"Here this is for you, I know you said you didn't want anything but I thought you would like this. You do need to put some more meat on those bones." He smirked, Sam looked horrified at what Dean was saying to him…is he trying to get me caught out…he thought, John looked at Sam and then at Dean and hummed to himself, before taking the sweet treat off Sam.

"He needs to stop eating sweet crap." He nods to Sam's stomach, the teen gasp and warps his arms around his stomach "You didn't I haven't notice, I know you don't do a lot of hunting but still." He said.

"Dad lay off him." Dean told him,

"Alright I'm off, you get some rest and you don't leave him." He told his eldest son. Dean smiled and placed his hand on Sam's shoulders.

"I won't." He told him "Have a good hunt." Dean said as the man left the motel room.

Sam felt like that hand pressed on his shoulder was like vice his heart was pounding in his chest as he watches the car though the window pull out of the parking lot and leave. "Thank god for that, I thought that man would never leave." Dean chuckled, as he turned his brother to look at him "Were you going to tell him about me Sammy? About the fact that Dad's silly little cure didn't work?" Sam whimpered and shook his head.

"N…No Dean." He lied, as he tried to back away from him.

"Or were you going to tell him that you have been spreading you legs for me that you moan, writhe and begged for me to fuck you." Dean grinned as he back him up to the bed "How every night while he sleeps off his drunken stupor I got you riding me like a slut taking my knot like an omega hell bitch." He grinned

"No I don't… I wasn't… I'm NOT!" Dean backs Sam against the bed Sam and then lets him fall onto the bed onto of his homework. He then pulls up the teen's baggy shirt up and rubs the small dome.

"Maybe you want to tell him that you're not fat and the reason you passed out in school is because you are carrying his grandchildren?" He whispered as he leaned down and whimpered into his ears as he moved his large hands over the swollen stomach smiling down at him.

"D…Dean pleases…" He sobbed as he felt tears burn his eyes.

Dean pulled out his hunting knife and held and then dragged the blade cross the palm of his hand. Sam knows what is coming that hand will cover his mouth and he will force him to drink the blood that filled his mouth. The first time he made him do this he was sick for a week but that didn't stop him from fucking him, Sam whimpered as he felt tears roll down his cheeks "Shhhh Sammy all this stress isn't good for you and the babies."

"Being pregnant isn't good for me." Sam told him, Dean chuckled as he looked at him his blood dripping off his hand.

"But it suits you, now so you want to do this yourself or do I need to help you?" He asked, Sam sniffed and looked at Dean.

"I…I can do it." He told him, Dean got off him and let the teen pull his shirt down as he looked at the hand offered to him.

"That's my good queen." The demon purred, the teen warped his hands around his brother's wrist and pressed his mouth to the wound.

Dean stroked Sam's hair as he drink his blood and smiled softly at him, he loves his little brother he knew that as a demon love shouldn't be part of his vocabulary but Crowley say that Demons have mates ,omega or queens as the older demon likes to call it. He decided to make him his queen and now he is pregnant he couldn't be happier, so love it is he loves his queen and he love the mother of his children. "That's it baby take all you need, got to make sure our darling pups grow big and strong." He told him with a gentle purr. "I know you've been feeling under the weather of late but you need to tell me." Sam looks up at him with a glare and Dean couldn't help but shiver at the look "Or I will have no choice but hire a nanny to watch over you." Sam pulls back and looked up at him, with a small growl blood dripping off his chin as Dean smiles seeing that the pupils of his eyes have covered his iris.

It is a slow process turning someone into a demon this way, he had to wait until that poison Dad has been putting into Sam's food to quash his Demon's side, so he took over making Sam's food leaving out the that poison and now Sam is blooming.

"I don't need a nanny!" Sam snarls, Dean chuckled as he grabbed his chin and held his head up to face him and then he leaned down and kisses him on his bloody lips.

"Then start talking to me." He whispered, and watches as the teen's eyes flutter shut "Just sleep." He whispered "And when you wake up I will take you to the diner and get you your favourite." Sam fell asleep and Dean kissed the top of his head "My good boy."

Once Sam was sleep Dean stood up and cleaned up the blood off the floor and the bed sheets, he stopped and tilts his head and look behind his shoulder at the man dressed in black "Are the hunters dealt with?" Dean asked, the demon smiled as he walked around the bed and reaches out to touch Sam, but only for Dean to growl at him stopping him inches from the bump. "Crowley."

"They are dealt with." He told him "I still can't see why you couldn't have handle your own father?" He asked. Dean snorted and picked up a beer and took the cap off before taking a sip.

"On the off chance that Dad killed me, what would happen to Sammy? He would want to kill the pups and he would kill my queen do so, no it is easier this way." He told him "Beer?" He asked

"If that is all you got." Crowley told him, Dean nodded as he handed him a beer it was just to make sure that the man had something in his hands so he wouldn't touch his mate. "I can't believe how long it is taking to turn him." Dean made a nose as he took a mouthful of his beer as he sat on the bed.

"Had to wait until that crap dad was feeding him was out of his system, before I could feed him my blood."

Crowley moved around the room sipping the cheap beer "You should move him encase your old man did manage to escape he will come back here." Dean hummed thinking that is what his old man would do, he wouldn't just die he would escape and come back to them and ruin his plans and hurt his baby and baby.

"You have a point." He looks back at Sam whimpering in his sleep as he curls up into a ball his arms around his stomach. "We will leave in the morning we will go to the 'nest' if the car is there then it's safe to say he's dead, I do want that car." The older demon rolled his eyes and left the brothers alone.

"Oh by the way I found something out, I think you might find this interesting." The dark haired man grinned, as he picked up a book and flicked though a page and found one on fire starters.

"What's that?" Dean asked as he, sat by Sam's bed side and stroked his hair.

"Your father's bastard child." Dean hand's stopped frozen in mid movement as he looked up at him with wide eyes.

"What?"

Crowley grinned as he took a mouthful of his beer and walked over to Dean and chuckled "The boy is about 10 years old, I think and he is about to lose his father." He smiled, Dean glared at him as he thought about it he looked down at Sam and hummed at the thought.

"Are you telling me I should have another queen?" He asked

"To us demons family is everything." Crowley said as he, taped Dean on the nose "Unlike those angels, they will turn on each other in a heartbeat. But a demon like you will need to keep those your blonde line close." He grinned, as finished his beer. "Would you like me to collect the boy?" He asked,

"No I will in couple of weeks just make sure his mother dead and it is easy for the police to find details about us." He told him, Crowley nodded and then left the room leaving Dean to look after Sam.

By the morning Sam open his eyes and looked at the empty bed cross from him and he frowned, he felt a heavy hand on his stomach and looked down to see the hand under his shirt. He felt this normal morning stomach churn so he uncurled himself from Dean's grip and runs to the toilet to throw up. Dean laid on the bed waking up to the sound of Sam throwing up, pushing himself up Dean walks into the bath room and finds the teen on his knees his head half way down the toilet throwing up last night meal. "My poor Queen." He said as he fills a glass up of water and then pouring a small vial of black liquid into the water and watches as the strange fluid disappears and the water becomes clear. "Here drink this, small sips baby." He purred him, Sam groans as he looks up at him while pulling the chain and then sits on the floor pressing his back against the cool plastic of the bath as he takes the glass from his hands and sips it.

"Thank you." He whispers, the dark haired teen sighed as he looked back into the bed room. "Dad still not back?" He asked, he wasn't really worried about dad and while Dean has control over him it's not he can do.

"No, I was thinking of heading over to the nest to see if he is still there." Sam nods as he pushed himself up with Dean's help as he drink the water.

"Sure okay." He said, as he hands the water glass back to him, but Dean warped his arms around his waist and kissed his throat.

"Let's work up an appetite."

They dressed and ate at the diner Sam was quiet his cheeks still blushing as he could feel Dean's cum trying to escape from him. The demon slide into his seat next to Sam and warped once arm around his shoulders while his other hand was rubbing stomach. Sam frowned as he hated how dean behaved around him when they were out; if dad wasn't around he treated Sam like he would behind close door apart from the sex. It made it easier for Sam just to think of Dean just as demon and not as his brother if he thought about it made him cry especially in moments like this …blood hormones… he told himself "Don't cry my little queen, I want them all to know who you belong to."He growled,

"You're in a good mood today?" Sam grumbled,

"Why shouldn't I be, my queen is carrying my pups…" Sam glared at him

"Stop calling them pups and I'm not your bitch." He hissed,

"You're my bitch." He battered his baby eyes at him

"Jerk." Sam hissed as he ate his large breakfast.

Dean watched Sam as he ate and he thought about their little brother that dad has been hiding from them. He smirked as he ate his apple pie "I found something about last night while you slept." Sam looked up from the corner of his eye. "Dad has another kid." Sam dropped his fork and turned to Dean.

"You lie!" He hisses

"I swear on my first pup's life." Sam growled at him as Dean grinned at him doing the Cub Scouts sign.

"Don't you dare." He grumbled, as rub his stomach Dean shook his head and kissed him on the lips.

"Of course not, but it's true he has another son he is 10 years old." Sam was quiet as he looked down at his plate.

"Let's find dad.

They arrived at the so called nesting site Dean got out of the car and was about to say to Sam to stay put when the teen saw the black impala and got out of the other car and ran towards it. Dean rolled his eyes and walked over to see Sam try and open the door the Demon wanted to smile but he had to keep a straight face "Dad must still be inside, stay by the car Sammy." He told him, the teen looked at him and frowned.

"Like hell I am." He hissed,

"You're pregnant." Dean pointed,

"And who's fault that, you're a demon you will protect me." Sam hissed at him…bad mood day…Dean thought with a nod as he let his brother follow him inside.

It was dark and even with flash lights they had a hard time seeing anything, Dean move though the pass way making sure there was nothing Sam could tip over as they walked into an open area. They stopped and looked around, it was clear that there had been a fight. There were hunters that lay lifeless on the ground torn to pieces, Sam stomach started to churn as he looked around to see if he could see dad. "Is there any more Demons?" Sam asked

"No any that survived would have gone by now." He told him, they heard a groan and froze as they looked around the nest.

"Over there!" Sam yelled, as he ran over to John.

John was badly wounded deep claw marks were cross his chest and stomach and his leg looked like it has been twisted on backwards. Dean walked over quickly and knelt down …stubborn old sod…he thought as he looked at the panic look on Sam's face, pulling out the keys to the impala he handed them to the dark haired teen. "Go to the car there should be a kit in there, it will help with some of the wounds and then call an ambulance." Sam nodded and got up and ran out the building.

Dean watched him leave as John grabbed his shirt making his son look back at him "P…Protect Sam." He choked on his own blood; Dean chuckled as he pulled them man's hand off his jacket.

"That is what I'm doing." He told him as he pressed his hand over the man's mouth and nose. His eyes turned black as John struggled weakly as Dean chuckled "Don't worry dad I will take good care of my queen and your bastard son." He grinned as he watched the life drain from John's eyes. He heard Sam come running back carrying the small case in his hands.

"I can't get a call out there is no signal." He whimpered, Dean stood up hiding the fact that he is wiping his hands into a hanky before he turned to Sam.

"I'm sorry Sammy but he's dead, he died from his injuries." Sam shook his head in shock and moved to the body of their father.

"No-no! Do something Dean you're a fucking demon!" He cried out "You can get me pregnant but you can't bring dad back from the dead!" He yelled at him.

"Let me put it this way, I don't want to bring him back because if he learns of the pups he will kill them." Sam froze his hands moving to his stomach, Dean smirked at that he knew no matter what that the pups will always come first in Sam's mind.

Dean knelt by him and placed a warped his arms around him and kissed this temple "You know I'm right Sammy, he would kill them and most likely you. I won't let anyone hurt you, I made that vow didn't I to protect you to love you." He whispered, as he turned his head and kissed him on the lips. "It's okay to feel sad that our father is gone, but don't wish for his return because he will just hurt our children." Sam was numb now he didn't know what to think, Dean was right and a part of him is screaming 'YES KILL THE HELL SPAWN.' While the other half of his mind is whimpering 'no not my pups I will kill anyone who dares to harm them.' It was easy to see who won that argument hunters brain vs demon brain. "Come on baby let me take you back to the motel and we will figure things out."