Hey everyone! I'm starting something new and I have up to chapter 3 written! I'm still going to update "One Foot In Front of the Other", I promise! But I have this in my head and I need to get it out! This is, of course, mpreg!Sam. (If that is not to your liking, please don't read) It's basically just what happened during his pregnancy! It may begin a bit slow, but I promise things will get a bit more interesting and this will eventually turn into a crossover.
So, pending what you lovely people review, I will post the next chapter in a day or two.

A/N: AU, obviously! But I wanted to say that Sam and Dean live in a world where it is completely plausible and likely that a male bear children.

"Come on, Sammy, I said I was sorry," Dean pleaded as he followed Sam through Missouri's living room.

Sam turned to face him and anger flashed in the hazel eyes. "I know what you said, Dean. And I don't care that you apologized after the fact!"

Missouri came bustling out of the kitchen and gave them both stern looks. "Now, you boys listen here." She placed her fists firmly on her hips. "I don't know what spurred this little quarrel (I can only assume it was something Dean said) but you better settle it, and soon!"

Sam pressed his lips together into a thin line. "Just keep him out of my sight!" He glared at Dean and then took the stairs two at a time.

Dean puffed out a huge breath and seemed to deflate a little upon Sam's departure. Missouri gave him a dour look before pushing him into the kitchen and into one of the chairs around the dark wooden table before sitting down across from him.

"Now, why don't you tell me what you said?"

Dean huffed indignantly. "How do you know it was something I said?"

She blinked at him slowly, he lips curling disbelievingly.

Dean's shoulders slumped in defeat. "I said that I was surprised there was enough room in the bed for both of us since he is so big."

Missouri was thoughtful for a moment, then promptly reached over and smacked Dean upside his head.

"Hey!" He protested and rubbed the side of his head. "I didn't mean it like that! I mean because he's so tall!"

She looked as if he were a huge disappointment to her. "How was Sam supposed to know that?"

Dean threw his hands up in annoyance. "He's only a couple of months along, why would I be talking about his stomach? You can't even tell he's pregnant."

Missouri shook her head. "That doesn't matter. You know Sam is sensitive right now. You've got to think before you speak now, Dean, or a lot of what you say will land you in the doghouse."

Dean leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest and grumbled, "As if they didn't before."

Missouri smiled and stood. "Now that Sam's had a little time to cool off, why don't you go try to patch things up?" She grabbed her car keys. "I have some errands to run. Try not to upset him before I get back."

Dean found Sam lying with his back to the door. The shades were drawn, only allowing in thin slivers of dim afternoon light through the space between the shade and the window frame. Sam was still on the bed and Dean was quiet as he kicked off his shoes- unsure of whether Sam was asleep on not.

Climbing in behind Sam, he wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling the taller man closer. Sam tensed automatically.

"I'm sorry," Dean whispered into Sam's ear.

Sam shivered in Dean's arms. "I know."

Dean kissed the skin just below Sam's earlobe. "You know I didn't mean it that way."

"I know," Sam sighed. He awkwardly shifted and turned until he was facing Dean. "I'm sorry I overreacted."

"It's okay. I understand." He gently brushed his knuckle over Sam's flat tummy. Dean seemed to be deep in thought for the next few moments, nervously biting his lip, before speaking again. "Sam, even when, you know," He paused, struggling to find the right words. "You get bigger; I'm still going to love you."

His green eyes were earnest and Sam smiled softly, intertwining his fingers with Dean's. "Thanks you."

He captured Dean's full, pink lips with his own and they shared a slow, languid kiss before Dean pulled away and looked Sam in the eye.

"I really am sorry, Sammy."

"I know you are." He smiled slyly. "But I think you might be right; there isn't enough room on here for both of us. You may have to sleep on the couch tonight."

Dean gave a low chuckle until he realized Sam was giving him an amused, lop-sided grin.

"No, I'm serious."

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