I don't own, you don't sue
Warnings: Wincest, language, MPreg
"Dean in your own words, 'Stop treating me like I'm freaking four!"
"Dude I can't help it. Your just so adorable. You and your adorable baby bump." Dean gushed. "And plus I would hate myself if anything where to happen to you."
"I know. I just feel useless when you treat me like that. I'm five months pregnant, not an invalent."
"Exactly. I can't have you off slaying poltergeists or exorcising demons! Its to dangerous, for both of you!"
"Dude, you know I can't just fucking sit here waiting for you to come home. I'd drive myself crazy."
"Okay, how bout this. After this last hunt, we'll go on vacation until it's safe for you to back me up again. Sound good?"
"Ya okay." Sam agreed, reluctantly "I'm going to bed now, you gonna join me?"
"I'll be there in a minute babe, gotta take a leak."
The sound of the door opening woke Sam up. Instantly thanking Dean for putting a gun under the pillow instead of his usual knife. But before he could aim he felt the slow pressure from a syringe enter his body, slowly coursing through his entire body. The darkness slowly worming it's way through his skull, pulling him into the dark abyss.
When Dean woke the nest morning, he was met with a splitting headache and an empty bed.
"Sammy?" Dean yelled into the empty room. He frantically jumped up, and ran to the window. The car still parked out front. Before he could go back to the bed he notice the ring of salt around the door was nothing but spilt salt around the door. The circle totally destroyed. A new wave of fear and panic washing through Dean. Dean ran to the bed side table and picked up his phone, quickly dialling a number had memorized, like he had the freckle's of Sam's back.
"DAD!" Dean yelled as, John actually answered his phone for once.
"Dean? Whats wrong son?"
"God Dad I fucked up! I royally fucked up this time!" Dean ranted into the phone.
"Dean, what happened? Are you and your brother alright?"
"Oh God Dad. Something has Sammy, we gotta find him!"
"Dean he'll be fine. Look where are you?"
"St. Louis. Dad I'm scared, Sammy's weak right now. He's vulnerable, how could I let something get in here take him right from under my nose!"
"Dean, what do you mean Sammy's weak, vulnerable?"
"Dad, I'll explain everything when you get here."
The sound of his captures phone going off was enough to wake Sam from his black abyss.
The gruff voice slices through the darkness like a knife and butter. The voice was to distant to tell who he was.
Then it was quite, to quite. Sam practically jumped out his skin when the door opened.
"Alright kid, you listen to me and you listen good. You are going to be trapped in here for the rest of that unholy pregnancy. I'll be back for you four months. There is plenty of food and supplies for you and the unnatural freak."
"Don't you fucking talk about my baby like that!" Sam scream his anger getting the best of him.
"I'll fucking talk the way I fucking want to, boy! I am not the one who is chained to the wall and five months pregnant, now am I?" The voice spoke "Now shut up, I'm sedating you again so I can unchain you and leave."
"Don't you fucking touch me with that!" Sam sobbed. Fear evident on the young mans face. "Just wait until my brother finds you, he'll tear you limb from limb!"
"No he won't." The voice spoke again, before the dark abyss engulfed Sam once again.
Man I just love to torture poor little Sammy! Anyway so reviews on what ya'll think are lovely little gift to this snowy morning. WHOO SNOW!
