Disclaimer: Don't own supernatural.

Warning: Contains M/M slash and male pregnancy.

Chapter Three

The vomiting wasn't so bad after a couple of weeks and yet it didn't cease either. Getting his hopes up that it would not spring up again when he fell asleep seemed to not work, so here he was at 10:30 at night and still not feeling the need to sleep. There were other reasons as well. The so-called devil visited once or twice when he felt like it and the promises were always looking good but yet he knew saying yes wouldn't change anything. He still had Dean even if he never knew his mother and his father had been replaced by a drill sergeant long before he had died. So looking for the next hunt, Sam happened to hear the buzz of his phone. Snatching it up, he made sure Dean was still sleeping and then checked the message that he received.

I have a feeling that you're bored. Let's make out.

Sam rolled his eyes and dropped the phone back onto the table. He was not simply going to make out with Loki. It was usually a code word anyways for sex and he was too tired for that. It figured though, Sam thought. He finally seemed to be getting rid of the strange stomach virus that all but died down a little but now that it was almost nonexistent, fatigue was setting in a mile long. It had to be because he lost a lot of sleep during the time he was hugging the toilet. Thinking on it, he picked his cell phone back up only to reply to the message.

Is that the code for having sex? If I remember correctly, you called it fun time.

The town here was a bust and he could almost remember two weeks ago when He, Dean, Bobby had taken on the he witch. In the end he actually ended up feeling for the man. He was doing stuff that needed to stop yeah, but he did do nice stuff that made Sam realize he wasn't entirely heartless. It made him wonder briefly if Loki was just afraid to let himself get close to anyone. He hid behind his humor and if he wanted to really angst on it, he realized that a lot of the time was spent with the demigod trying to concentrate on making Sam feel better. It touched him, it really did and if he hadn't realized it then, he now knew how much he loved the demigod no matter how wrong it seemed.

Baby we don't need fun time to have sex. How about you, me, and a nude beach? I promise I won't touch you….much.

Eying his phone, Sam rolled his eyes. The trickster was really something when he had enough spare time. Instead of answering the question, he replied with a change of subject.

What are you doing right now?

After a couple of minutes, it buzzed again and Sam smiled at what he saw.

Finally you ask that! I was beginning to think you didn't care Mr. Sam-I-am! HA! I just taught respect to a cheating pedophile teacher! He wanted sex so bad; he's going to be getting it….in jail! : P

Sam let out a snort and realizing he did it out loud, looked over to see his brother still in the throes of whatever it was he was dreaming about. He sure hoped that he wasn't dreaming of Lisa. It was obvious that he wasn't in love with her and it seemed that by means, he was staying. He was keeping it safe to keep his heart from getting broken but Sam knew that Cas liked him back and it was just so unfair.

Dean is a stupid muttonhead that needs to stop hiding from himself and admit that he likes little ole Castiel.

Sam blinked and wondered momentarily if he had somehow gotten that thought to him on accident. He didn't know how but for some reason the trickster knew what he was thinking about and he wondered if he somehow looked into his mind even though he told him previously that it was something he'd never do.

You look troubled and you seem to be only troubled when looking at your mutton head of a brother. And whenever you look at him, I know it's about the fact that little ole Castiel isn't with him because that would make big bro happy and you really would like him to have a happy ending. Did I get all that or did I miss some?

Sam didn't even hesitate this time around and got straight to the point.

You know where I am.

He waited for what felt like forever to get the next text and when he did, a smile broke through and he thought momentarily of just looking over but realized there may be a reason why the trickster was texting him and not doing anything more. He soon found out when Loki texted him again.

I'm at the window.

Of course I could come in but then we wouldn't really talk much and I've actually gotten to realize you are really nice to talk to. You listen. Well you read my texts and you don't annoy me like a lot of people. I always knew there was a reason I always liked you so much. And with your worries, I just can't wake up your big bro. Texting is nice though. Let's text some more until you get bored of me.

Sam knew that he wasn't going to budge after that and he texted him just random stuff he knew to which Loki always had a sarcastic or funny come back to it and it never ceased to make Sam more relaxed. He liked that. He was talking to someone who actually gave him the time of day other than Dean, Bobby, and even Cas on some days. More importantly, it made his heart twinge at the very thought that somebody could think of him wholeheartedly and prefer him over Dean. A lot of his friends had even preferred to talk to Dean when they were in school. Hell, his date to the prom ended up cheating on him for Dean.

You'll keep me updated on the monster of the week? I know you could take care of yourself but with the apocalypse going nigh, I don't want to take any chances. Lucy can get somebody to rip you up.

Sam hesitated before pushing in a reply.

I'm fine and if something comes that could change that quickly, I'll text you. I promise.

He didn't even have to blink before the next text was there.

Good night.

Sam fingers paused above the keys before he too wished the mischievous Loki a good night as well. He no longer saw the trickster's shape near the window or in the vicinity and knew he was gone already. Glancing at the clock, he realized that it was already one a.m. and sighed happily. He didn't want to be downer and he didn't want to admit he lied but he did and he hoped that Loki would forgive him for it.

Even though he didn't text those three simple words that was more complex beyond even angels to really comprehend, hadn't meant that he hadn't meant it. Finally he couldn't stop himself and plugged in the words he thought would be appropriate for the trickster even though the meaning didn't come close to the actual feelings.

I like you Loki.

He had just laid down in the mattress and was about to let sleep fall over him when the phone buzzed once more and he retrieved it from the bed side table and smiled seeing what it said.

I like you too Sammy. Now sweet dreams and don't let the devil invade them.

He minimally wondered how the trickster knew everything that happened to him and inside his head but his brother couldn't fathom some of his better well-kept secrets. Letting his eyes close, he let sleep overtake him, missing the one text that buzzed in afterwards. The one text he wasn't going to see until morning again but still made his heart swell with love and made him feel special all at the same time.

I'll protect you Sam-I-am. If big brother can't I'll chase all those ugly things away. I'll always chase them away for as long as I can.

"This is great, so we are going to go fishing-"

"No Dean, don't we have a case?"

Sam was tired of arguing.

Of course that didn't mean that Dean would listen. He was really stubborn when he wanted to be. Sam ignored him for the most part and nibbled on apple slices every so often. Dean seemed to notice that Sam stopped listening and seemed to think better of it at the last-minute. He just sighed and put a hand through his short hair making Sam wonder truly if there was something else to it.

"I just promised Lisa I'd take Ben fishing and the case isn't serious is it?"

Sam rolled his eyes, not meaning for Dean to see it and saw that Dean was definitely not happy about it.

"You worry too much Dean," Sam quickly told him.

"Yeah and that is why we both know that we'll never have kids of our own. I mean we can't live the apple pie life let alone bring a kid into this world. It'd simply be unfair and I wouldn't do that to a kid of my own-Sam are you okay?"

Sam seemed to snap out of it and nodded quickly.

"I'm fine Dean. I just couldn't help but get the feeling that you condone abortion-"

"If you can't have a baby, you shouldn't," Dean said matter of factly. "I know it would seem unfair but the alternative would be a miserable life and you know that living this life has only brought pain so far anyways."

"Yeah okay," Sam said and shook himself from his thoughts. "I guess I was just hoping that you could find someone you could actually come to care about. I mean, I know that you care about Lisa a lot but I was hoping you'd be with someone you'd be hopelessly in love with."

Dean snorted.

"Yeah like I wouldn't have experienced anything like that!" Dean said with a snort. "I'm more experienced than you kiddo."

"Yeah well I'll have you know that your kind of love is a bit different from what I believe it is."

"Sure and when you list them off I bet I could top them," Dean told him with a smirk.

"Okay and if you can't, you need to promise that one day you'll experience them. Trust me, it's not like any other type of love you've known," Sam added with a small smile.

"Lay them on me," Dean said finally taking a seat.

"Okay," Sam paused and hid the snort of laughter at Dean's impatience. He quickly straightened up and became serious though when he noticed Dean truly wanted to know. "Have you ever kissed anybody in the rain?"

"Sammy that's-"

"Not sucking face but with someone you really loved and you kissed them like they would disappear?"

"Sam this is stupid," Dean said with an eye roll.

"It's not," Sam adamantly told him. "I know the difference between real love and the love you claim to have-"

"Dude, please let's not go there. I love Lisa, end of story!" Dean was about to stand up and leave but Sam stopped him with what he said next.

"Would you die for her though? Okay stupid question but the one you should really love should be the one you could feel at home with to laugh, to smile, to say all your corny jokes and know they're going to laugh anyways. Someone you kiss passionately in the rain despite getting all wet and not being able to live without. Every second away would seem like a life time and it would be a piece gone that you can't lose. Someone you'd be lost without but someone you could love for life even after death. You could make memories with so when you look back, you'll be able to say I have made a lot of mistakes and regret a lot but being with that person is the best thing I've ever done."

Dean was silent for a second before lifting his head and Sam rolled his eyes at seeing the fact that he didn't take it as serious as Sam had.

"Dude, I'm sorry but that is so lame. Why would I be with someone I can't be without? This counts as a chick flick moment by the way and I don't want another one in the car so is there anything you want to add?"

Sam nodded.

"You'll find it somebody and when you do, I'll just say that I told you so."

Dean rolled his eyes but stopped before he even got to Sam. Looking at what he saw, he found himself biting his lip and wondering if he should just spit it out. Yeah, it didn't necessarily mean that it was Loki but it fit the M.O. and he didn't want to skip it when there was still a chance it could have been a different trickster.

"Dude when were you going to show me this?" he demanded heatedly. "Those stupid UFO sightings fail in comparison to a bear attack killing someone when there was a barrier in between. Namely the door. Who has ever known of a bear getting in the way of something like that?"

Sam paused in his answer seeing that Dean was more than a little upset and he needed to answer soon before Dean got really angry. Thankfully Castiel appeared at the moment and the sudden entrance brought the small bearable nausea over the seems, making Sam groan before running off to the bathroom.

There was that and maybe whilst Sam was hugging the toilet yet again, Dean and Castiel could finally stop eye fucking but then again it wouldn't change as easily as that. If anything Dean was stubborn and wouldn't admit to it without being pushed until he discovered the feelings himself.

Sam groaned again.

One thing was for certain, he was definitely tired of being up close and personal with the toilet.