Crazy Love Chapter Three: Human, a supernatural fanfic

Summary: Sam has a strange dream and things just go downhill from there. Mpreg and wincest. Prequel to "Only For You", "The Troubles Of Teething" and "First Christmas."

Rating: T for Teen

Warnings: Mpreg, slash, wincest and language.

I don't own Supernatural. I've never owned Supernatural. There is an excellent chance that I will never own Supernatural. Please don't sue. I don't have enough money to get a good lawyer. I also don't own the quote at the beginning of the chapter. I think it's brilliant, though.

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Crazy Love

Chapter Three

Making a decision to have a child - it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.

-Elizabeth Stone

Bobby greeted Sam and Dean as they entered the kitchen, both wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

"Good morning," he greeted, giving the boys each a mug. "Dean, there's some coffee left in the pot for you."

Dean nodded, pouring the rest of the pot into his mug.

"Hey," Sam protested when he saw that his brother took all the coffee from the pot. "I wanted some."

Bobby and Dean exchanged a look. "Dude, you can't drink coffee anymore."

Noticing that Sam still had a confused look, Dean gestured towards Sam's stomach. "I read somewhere that caffeine's bad for babies."

Sam looked down at his stomach, placing both of his hands on it. "Oh."

"Yeah, something to do with the kid not developing correctly, I don't really know. Just don't drink it," Dean said, drinking his coffee black.

Sam nodded, getting some orange juice from Bobby's refrigerator and pouring it into his mug.

"Did you sleep well, Sam?" Bobby asked.

The younger brother shrugged. "Sort of. I got sick in the morning, but I feel better now."

Dean looked at Bobby. "Isn't that morning sickness?"

"It could be."

A few moments of silence passed as they made their breakfast before Dean spoke up. "When are we going to do the exorcism?"

Bobby looked at his watch. "After breakfast, if that's okay with y'all. I want to get it done as soon as we can," he leaned over the table so he could look at Sam. "That okay with you?"

"Yeah," he said quietly, taking a small bite of his jam-covered toast. "That's fine."

Dean shot him a concerned look, but Sam turned his head away, avoiding eye contact. Under the table, making sure that Bobby couldn't see, he grabbed Sam's hand and squeezed it gently. Sam's head shot up quickly and smiled at Dean.

"I'm okay," he mouthed, his heart warming slightly at his big brother's sweet gesture. "Really."

They finished their breakfast quickly and placed the dirty dishes in the sink to be washed later.

"You ready now?" Bobby asked.

"I'm ready."

OOO

Sam had seen several exorcisms in his life, but they never freaked him like this. He was sitting in a chair in the living room and drawn on the floor was a large Devil's Trap. Bobby took out the book of Latin chants, trying to find a certain page.

"You okay, Sammy?" Dean whispered, moving closer to Sam and, glancing at Bobby, who was intently reading the book in his hands, gave his brother a small kiss on his lips. "You're going to be just fine. I promise."

The younger brother nodded nervously, playing with his hands. "Thanks, Dean."

"Dean, get out of the trap," Bobby barked, just as anxious as the two boys in front of him. If anything happened to Sam because of him…. "I'm going to start reciting the exorcism, alright?"

Sam nodded, closing his eyes and listening with odd fascination as Bobby started to chant in Latin. He had memorized it several years ago, both because it looked like a fun thing to memorize and also because it might be useful sometime down the road.

Suddenly, the Latin stopped and Sam opened one of his eyes. "Why are you stopping?"

"I'm done. Nothing happened."

Dean smiled wide, stepping into the Devil's Trap, pulling Sam out of the chair and wrapping his arms around his brother in a rare hug, not caring if Bobby was looking. "Sammy, you're pregnant with my baby."

Sam gasped, putting a hand over his mouth. "I'm actually pregnant with a human baby?" he mumbled. "I can't believe it."

Not wanting to interrupt the moment between the two brothers, but feeling that it was necessarily, Bobby spoke, "We're going to have to get you checked out now and start taking care of yourself better. I have… I know someone who took a sonogram machine from her old job and she can check you out. Make sure that everything's in the up and up."

Dean broke the hug. "Is she a hunter?"

"No, but she can be trusted. She knows what I do and, as long as we pay her, she'll shut up and do it."

The brothers looked at each other uncomfortably. "Pay her?"

Bobby waved off their concerns. "I got it handled. Don't worry about it."

"Bobby," Dean protested. "You've done enough for us already. We can't ask anything else of you. It's just and-"

"Stop, Dean," Bobby interrupted. I want to do this."

Realizing that resisting this kind offer from Bobby wouldn't get them anywhere, Sam patted Bobby on the shoulder. "Thanks, Bobby. I… We really owe you one."

"Don't worry about it."

"Um," Dean paused. "When can you get the sonogram woman over here?"

"Anna? Tomorrow, maybe. She only lives a couple hours from here. She can check you out, Sam, and make sure that the baby is okay."

"And how far along I am?"

"Probably."

Sam suddenly put his hand on his stomach and grimaced. "I'm going to go to the bathroom. I don't feel so good."

"You want me to go with you?" Dean asked.

Sam shook his head. "No, I'm okay. I'll be fine soon," he turned to Bobby, slowly walking to the bathroom. "Thanks again, Bobby."

"No problem."

As Sam walked into the bathroom, Dean looked at Bobby, happiness shining in his eyes.

"I'm going to be a father, Bobby."

Bobby sighed, half-smiling. "I know, Dean."

Dean's eyes suddenly turned panic. "I know nothing about kids, Bobby," he sat down on the couch, his head buried in his hands. "I'm going to screw up this kid. I just know it."

"Hey, stop it," Bobby said gruffly. "You practically raised Sam, didn't you? He turned out all right. Just… take care of Sam while he's pregnant and then worry about the baby when it's actually born. Okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just take care of Sammy for now." With another smile, Dean repeated, "I'm going to be a father."

OOO

"Hey kid, I'm your dad. Well, your other dad. Not the one carrying you…"

Sam, slowly awaking from his nap, heard Dean saying, presumably to his stomach, reassurances. Wanting to continue hearing Dean's sweet words to their unborn child, he tried to continue breathing steadily, like he would if he was still sleeping.

"I'm going to take good care of you and your dad," Dean continued softly. "I promise. And when you come out, I'm going to get us a nice big house where we can live with a huge backyard where you can play. You'll love it. And maybe we can get a dog, too. Your dad doesn't like dogs too much but you'll see soon that he's just a softie. We'll convince him, kid. We'll convince him."

"And how," Sam interrupted. "Are how are we going to get the money to get a nice big house with a huge backyard and a dog?"

Dean smirked. "I had a feeling that you were awake," he said to Sam's stomach before looking at his brother's eyes hopefully. "Credit card scams?"

Sam snorted. "Oh yeah. That's a great lesson to teach a kid, Dean. 'If you don't have enough money, then do something shifty until you do!' You have the best morals."

"Shut up," he mumbled, resting his head on Sam's still flat stomach. "I'll teach this kid right and wrong. Good and evil –"

"Salt and burn?" Sam asked quietly, his hand lying on his brother's head.

"Maybe. I mean, with you and me as it's parents, it's going to have to know about hunting. It's our job." Dean smirked. "Except it pays shit."

End Of Chapter Three

Dreadfully short, I know, but I only slept five hours last night, I haven't done my homework yet, I think I'm catching a cold and now I need to go with my dad to get dinner. I really didn't like this chapter that much. It didn't have much of the humor that I usually put in these chapters. I feel very somber right now and concerned about one of my friend's from school. I think she's getting into drugs and… Well, it's just bad.

On some good news (that I'm sure you're not really going to care about), I'm almost a lock-in on getting into one of my school's dance recitals. I've been working my butt off and, hopefully, it'll pay off. It's also kind of bad for you because rehearsals are from 3:30 to 8:00, so not that much time to write. I'll continue to try my best, though.

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