Chapter Four.
There Goes My Life.
He did not sleep the rest of the night and when the first rays of sunlight came in through the curtains of the window, he woke Ella and asked her to go try to find some breakfast for them all while he took care of having the talk with Dean. After Ella left, he spent ten full minutes pacing the room, trying to find the words to tell his brother. He took a deep breath and finally stepped forward, giving his brother a little shake. "Dean… Dean, get up…"
"Ugh," Dean groaned, "What time is it?"
"It's uh… seven thirty," Sam said quietly. "Dean, I really need to talk to you."
"Seven in the morning, are you kidding me?" He said, pushing the covers off him and sitting up in bed. "Could you explain why exactly we're up this early?"
"Dean, this is very important." Sam said softly. "Very… very important. Um… Ella went to get you pie. And a bacon cheeseburger."
Dean arched a brow. "What's wrong? You never buy me pie and bacon cheeseburgers unless something's wrong."
"Wrong? Nothing's wrong, why would you think that something was wrong? Can't I buy my brother food without getting interrogated?" Sam said it all in one breath and was panting a little when he was finished.
Dean's eyebrow remained raised. "Sam…?"
"I mean, it's not a big deal," Sam said, walking away and pacing a little in front of the beds, running his fingers through his hair. "It's just a baby…"
"I'm sorry, what baby?"
"Mine… ours… uh…," He sighed heavily and sank down on the bed beside of Dean's. He leaned his elbows on his knees and put his forehead in the palm of his hand. "Ella's pregnant, Dean…"
Dean's eyes widened. "Sam, please tell me you're joking."
"No, I'm not. We just found out this morning…" Sam said softly, not looking at his brother.
"What the hell, Sammy?" Dean said, suddenly feeling wide awake as he stared at his brother in disbelief.
Sam frowned, looking up at him. "Well… that's one way of saying congratulations…"
"Well I'm sorry Sam, but you gotta know this isn't really a good thing. I mean, how the hell are you guys gonna take care of a kid, when we can barely take care of ourselves?"
"It's not like we planned for this to happen," Sam said, his brows furrowing. "You're acting like this is my fault…"
"Well I donno Sam, babies don't exactly make themselves."
"Yes, I'm aware of that," He said in frustration. "But it wasn't intentional. We used… we… well… it doesn't matter, it didn't work."
"So what are we going to do, Sam?" Dean said. "Drive around with a baby while we hunt monsters? And don't get me started on the whole toting a hormonal pregnant lady in the Impala."
Sam narrowed his eyes, staring at his elder brother. "Well, I don't see any other choice in the matter, Dean. This isn't just some hormonal pregnant lady, this is my wife. And my baby. My first child. I thought that you might be at least a little happy for me."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Sam, don't do this 'I thought you'd be happy for me' crap again. You know that I am. But this is a big deal, Sammy."
"Why is it crap for me to want my brother to be happy for me?" Sam said, standing up from the bed and looking down at his brother. "When I told you I was getting married, you tried to talk me out of it, at my wedding, all you could think about was what it meant that the angels and the Trickster decided to sit in, now all you can think about when I say that we're having a baby is how its going to affect our hunting! Life isn't just about hunting, Dean."
"Yes it is, Sam. We don't have a choice anymore. We can't… you can't be some kind of soccer mom and monster hunter."
Sam shook his head. "I should have known." He said softly. "I should have known that you couldn't forget about hunting for just two seconds. I'm sick of this, Dean. I'm sick of hunting being more important than family. You won't have to worry about having a 'hormonal pregnant lady' in your precious Impala. In fact, you won't have to have her husband there either." He grabbed his and Ella's duffel bags from beneath his bed and slung the straps over his shoulder.
"Sam, wait-" But his brother was already out the door before he could finish the sentence.
