"Sam, you look like crap." Dean sat on the edge of the bed and took in Sam's prone, pale form.

Sam snorted. "Thanks, Dean."

Dean shook his head and ran his hand though Sam's sweaty bangs. "No seriously, Sam."

Sam moaned and curled on his side, clutching his stomach and leaning into the touch.

"Sammy?' Worry was clearly evident in Dean's voice.

The nauseous man sighed. "I'm fine, Dean. It's just morning sickness. Thousands of people around the worlds are going through the same thing."

Sam had just tackled another round of morning sickness. Dean had been a little flustered because it was actually the evening. Finally, Sam and Missouri sat Dean down and explained to him that morning sickness could occur at anytime, not just in the morning.

After Sam's little episode, Dean had insisted he lie down and rest. He knew exactly how poorly Sam was feeling when he didn't even argue.

Sam's eyelids grew heavy and he drifted off into a light doze. Dean crept from the room and found Missouri downstairs in her study. She appeared to be deep in thought but smiled when he entered.

"How's Sam?" She motioned for him to have a seat on the leather loveseat across from the armchair she occupied.

"Dean heaved a long sigh. "He's asleep."

Missouri studied him for a moment and them smiled softly. "Sam will be fine. You worry too much."

Dean looked at her incredulously. "How am I not supposed to worry? He's pregnant, and sick all the time, and- and we're having a baby," he ranted.

She shushed him and then nodded. "Yeah, you are. So what are you going to do about that?"

Dean was puzzled as he scratched absently at his head. "Uh, what I supposed to do about that?"

"Well, for starters, you can start looking for a means to support your family."

He frowned. "But I…" His sentence trailed off when she turned sharp eyes on him.

"Boy, you are not going to hustle pool and pull credit card scams for the rest of the child's life. You've got a baby coming, Dean; it's time to take responsibility. You need a job."

Dean slid down in his seat. "Oh God," he breathed out, the extent of the situation finally catching up with him.

Missouri softened at Dean's despair and touched his shoulder. "Baby, no one ever said it would be easy, but you and Sam share a special bond- something deep and extraordinary that few people ever experience. And of course, you're going to want to give this child the best, but whatever you two choose to do, that baby will be surrounded by love. And Dean, that's really all that matters."

Dean stared down at his hands neatly folded in his lap. After a moment, he took a deep breath and nodded, seemingly pulling himself together.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat. "I know you're right."

Missouri patted his shoulder affectionately. "Of course I am. But I don't want to fret too much over this; things will fall into place, you'll see." She smiled and gave him a light shove. "Now go check on Sam."

Dean stood and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks, Missouri."

He trudged slowly up the stairs, shoulders sagging, feeling the weight of the world. At the top landing, he stopped short and cocked his head to the side, listening. There was a strange, guttural sound coming just down the hall. When he realized what it was, Dean sprinted down the hall and threw open the closed wooden door to he and Sam's bedroom. He wasn't surprised to find the bed empty; he had expected it to be. Dean rushed over to the adjoined bathroom where light flooded out from under the closed door. The straining sounds of Sam vomiting were louder now and Dean pushed open the door.

Sam was hunched over the toilet, retching desperately. When Dean rubbed a soothing hand across the curved back, he could feel Sam's weak trembles. Quickly wetting a bath cloth, Dean pressed it to the moist curls on the back of Sam's neck. He whispered quiet reassurances as the dry heaving slowly subsided and Sam slipped limply back into Dean's arms. Holding the exhausted man tightly against his chest, he stroked the damp hair out of his eyes.

Sam closed his eyes as he struggled to study his breathing and clamp down on the nausea and stomach cramps that still plagued his tired body. He lay against Dean's hard chest, too weak and unwilling to move when he felt the rumble of Dean's voice.

"Gosh, Sam. I didn't know it would be this bad." He sounded perplexed and troubled.

"Honestly, neither did I," he murmured into Dean's shirt, his voice muffled and hoarse.

They sat in comfortable silence until Dean dropped a soft kiss to the top of Sam's head. "I'm going to take care of you Sammy- you, and our baby."

"Mmhmm," was Sam's half-sleep response.

I think my mpreg!Sams are always rooted in some sort of way for him to suffer. ( But I love Sam.
Oh well.

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