"Uh yeah, that feels sssooooo good," Sam mewls, lying back on the bed, his head against its soft pillows, his hands tightly gripping the duvet, afraid that he might explode at any minute, "Uh! Dean, keep doing it like that, I don't think I'm gonna last much longer."
Dean can't help, but chuckle as he continues the task of making Sam literally purr like a cat, "Jeez Sammy, if I knew foot massages made you like this, I'd be doing it more often."
Sam lets out another moan, this time drawing it out, "What? Do this more often than sex? Not such a bad idea," He smirks afterwards, using one of his hands to rub his swollen stomach, feeling the sensations of butterflies flittering around inside, knowing full well that it's, in fact, their kids probably playing with each other or whatever it is they do in there all bunched up.
"Yeah right, like I'm gonna do this for the rest of our lives," Dean huffs, returning to kneading Sam's aching feet, causing his little brother to moan again, not admitting that it's actually turning him on right now.
For the last week or so, it'd been surprisingly quiet on the Lilith front, and there hadn't been any cases dealing with demons, vampires, werewolves, witches and the like so here Sam and Dean are taking a little R&R. And for the most part, they love it. No-one depending on them to save their lives, and nothing for them to kill.
To Sam and Dean, this is pure heaven. This is…paradise to them.
BBUURR! BBUURR! BBUURR! Dean's cell vibrates on the bedside table next to his side of the bed, ruining their moment as he groans and crawls across to grab it.
"Hello Bobby, you'd better have a good reason to disturb our vacation time," Dean grumbles into the phone, not having to look at his caller I.D to know who's calling him at this time in the morning.
"And it pains me to do so; it really does, but your little vacation's officially over. It so happens that there's a case just a few towns away from where you're staying, and from what I've been reading about it, it's right up your alley, no pun intended."
This spurs Dean's interest, sitting himself up on the bed, forgetting about Sam's foot massage, "Let me guess, you're gonna tell me?" He asks, which now piques Sam's interest, who's struggling to sit up now he's fully relaxed on the bed.
"Damn straight I am. Apparently, in the past month, six boys have gone missing. All being within the ages of 8 and 12."
"Well, at least you're right about it being right up my alley, and that sounds so wrong saying it out loud. Anyways, is there anything you've found out about it that could lead us to what's causing these disappearances?" He adds on lightly, knowing full well that it's not going to be your customary disappearance.
Leaving Dean conversing with Bobby about what's evidently going to be their next case, he sighs, mostly to himself, sauntering into the bathroom to relieve himself, and catch a quick shower. If it's indeed a new case, and the end of their vacationing, they needed to be showered and ready to go.
After flushing the toilet, Sam washes his hands with the soap before rinsing and drying them off. He then pulls his shirt off, throwing it down into the corner, to be collected with the others that needed washing, before slipping his boxers down. Those also join the shirt in the corner.
Turing to face the shower, he slides the glass door along, and reaches in to turn it on, making sure that it's on the warm side. Waiting a moment for it to warm up, he makes sure again that it is indeed warm, he climbs in, closing the door behind him, and relished in the heavenly feel of cascading water gently beating against his skin. It's nothing like the foot massage that Dean was just giving him minutes before, but it'll do for now.
What feels like an eternity of him just enjoying the shower, Sam hears the door opening and shutting, and turns slowly to find Dean with an almost pissed-off look on his face, Bobby's phone call being the obvious reason for it.
"What was that about?" Sam asks, as he picks up the shampoo, and squirts some of its contents onto the palm of his hand before rubbing his hands together, foaming them up.
"Bobby's cuttin' our vacation short," Dean answers him back, moaning just a little as Sam begins to massage the shampoo into his scalp, feeling absolute heaven to his senses, "There's a case a couple towns away involving missing kids…boys to be exact."
Sam thinks to himself for a moment before asking, "That doesn't sound much like our sort of case. Sounds more like something the cops should be taking care of."
"These disappearances are more than what the cops can handle, Sammy. Apparently, these boys are disappearing literally out of thin air. There've been no signs of forced entry, struggle or evidence of anyone actually being there." Once his hair's nice and foamy, Sam moves to the side to allow Dean to wash it all off, the soapy suds trailing down his body, Sam's eyes following it down to Dean's sweet behind that he knows catches people's eyes when he's not looking.
"Now let me do you."
Sam turns around, facing the wall, and as Dean lathers up his hand with the shampoo, Sam asks, "So, you're thinking it's an ethereal being or a witch or maybe even a warlock? Something to do with magic? It can't be anything else. Not that I know of, anyway."
"You know what, Sammy. I think you're absolutely right," Dean replies, now lathering the shampoo into Sam's girly locks, "I've been going through it in my mind, and it's keeps coming back to the same assumption. When's the last time we tussled with witches, let alone a freakin' warlock?" He wonders, mostly to himself, but he's talking out loud so Sam can hear it as well.
"Sometime last year I think, when Ruby saved us from those trio of witches, remember?" And that's when he hears Dean grumble under his voice, knowing full well how he feels about anything to do with Ruby. The demon who's saved Dean's life more times than any other demon had.
"Yeah right, like I wanted to be reminded of that little incident," he says under his breath, but knows that Sam can hear him as he helps him wash the shampoo out of his hair when he steps under the water.
Knowing not to push the subject on Ruby, Sam decides to keep their discussion strictly on the case, "So, where have these disappearances occurring?" Sam asks, picking up the body-wash, and handing it to Dean, who uncaps it and squirts it into his palm.
He then begins to lather Sam's body in it, loving the scent it's giving off, remembering to pick up a bottle when they next shop for supplies. Hunting is a dirty job after all.
"Lancaster, Ohio. Of all places," Dean huffs, putting the shower puff down once he's finished, watching in admiration as Sam washes the foam off, trailing down his smooth body, over his swollen stomach. He can't say that it doesn't turn him on a little.
"Oh, that's actually convenient. I've been feeling real tired lately, and these pair ain't making it easy for me either," he smiles, patting his stomach.
Dean kneels down, holding Sam by his hips before kissing the belly that's bearing his unborn children inside, "Then maybe when we get there, you could sit this one out, and I'll work the case solo. Does that sound alright to you?" He asks, giving the belly one more kiss before standing back up again.
"Well, yeah it would, but I'm not sitting this one out, and leaving you without someone to watch your back. No way, end of discussion." And with that said, Sam steps out of the shower, taking a towel off the rack, and proceeds in drying himself with it.
Dean stays in a couple more seconds just standing under the spray, making sure that everything's washed away before he turns it off, taking another towel off the rack, and wrapping it around his waist.
"I was just asking Sam, you don't have to be such a bitch about it."
Sam sighs, not wanting this to turn into some sort of fight, "And I'm not trying to be. It's just…I don't want you to think that now because I'm getting bigger, you're gonna start thinking that I'm not going to be of much use to you. I want to be there for you while I still can before I get too big to do pretty much anything."
Pulling on his white Calvin Klein boxers, Dean turns to face Sam, and replies, a hint of anger evident in his voice as he does, "And I don't think that, at all, but we've been working cases non-stop for near enough a month, and, if my basic intellect can recall, as well as eating properly you've gotta get your rest too. I was only looking out for you and the babies when I suggested it, nothing else."
"I know you are, and you're absolutely right, but I can assure you that me and the babies are fine, really. If there was anything troubling, you'll be the first to know, but thankfully there hasn't been, apart from the swollen feet and the weird cravings I've been having lately." He smiles, remembering the look on Dean's face when he witnessed Sam eating a plain hamburger with marmalade spread on top of it. "Just allow me to tag along until I'm unable to. Then I promise you I'll sit it out, and allow you to do all the work. Okay?"
Dean doesn't need to argue with him, he totally agrees, "That's fine with me. Just don't work yourself too hard, alright? I don't want anything to happen to you or the babies." He then kisses him before slapping his ass playfully, "Now, get dressed. It looks to me like Detectives Smith and Wesson are best to handle this case."
Sam looks at him with a crooked brow, "You're kidding, right? That's the best you can come up with?" He asks as Dean passes him his fake I.D badge and reading it, it actually says Detective Coulson, but you never know with Dean.
Dean just shows off his trademark smirk, the one that does desirable things to Sam's downstairs brain, "Of course, I'm kidding Sam. Besides, they're terrible names for young guys like us. Now, come on, get that cute butt into those clothes, and let's get going."
Sam playfully salutes him before doing as instructed, Dean picking up his keys to get the car started so they can be on the move as quickly as possible.
Author's Note: I do apologize for taking so long to write up this chapter, but with my other commitments to this site (Smallville, Glee, Friday the 13th, Soon to be WWE) I've been busy writing up those as well. Anywho, thanks for those who've been reading and following these series, I appreciate your patience! b(^-^)d Chow for now!