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.

Pairing: Sam/Dean

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.

So I was planning on posting this tomorrow, but I feel extremely generous today and happy. I got an A on my Grapes Of Wrath final exam so it feels like a huge boulder has been lifted off of my shoulders.

My Internet is acting up, so please be patient with me. I'm trying to get up these chapters as soon as I can. Also, I apologize for the delay. Life has been so hectic and chaotic lately ad I have this huge science project due Friday… Anyway, please forgive me. Life's decided to be very cruel to me lately.

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Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they're going to catch you in next.

-Franklin P. Jones


The first thing Sam smelled when he entered Bobby's home was the rich smell of strong coffee. He closed his eyes for a second, breathing in the scent. It was the distinct scent of his father's brew of coffee, he knew that much.

Memories of him as a little boy flashed through his mind quickly: Dean and his dad discussing a new hunt as he watched cartoons in the motel room, slurping his milk and not bothering to listen to them.

"Sam?" Dean snapped his fingers in front of his brother's face. "You okay, man?"

Sam nodded, forcing a smile.

Bobby, having heard them come in, walked towards them, signaling for them to be quiet.

"Dad here?" The older brother whispered, even though he was positive that he knew the answer.

Bobby nodded, fingers running through his hair. "He came here without any warning. You know if he had…." He trailed off.

"Did you say anything about," Dean gestured at Sam's stomach. "Well, you know?"

"No. You guys going to tell him?"

Sam looked at Dean. "Yeah, he has the right to know."

"Bobby?" A voice came from the living room. It was John Winchester's. "You okay in there?"

"Yeah!" Bobby called out, motioning for the boys to follow him.

Just as Dean was about to walk in the living room, Bobby took him aside so Sam couldn't hear them.

"What?"

"Don't let Sam get too angry, alright? The last thing we need is for his blood pressure to go through the roof because of his dad."

Dean nodded, agreeing with Bobby. With Sam pregnant, he needed to stay calm.

"I'm going to stay back," Bobby said. "I just wanted to let you know."

"Don't want to see our dad kill us?" Dean asked.

"Exactly. Now go on, Sam needs to be with you know."

Sam was waiting for his brother outside the living room door, reaching out his hand. Dean took it, placing it over his mouth and kissing it.

With a sigh, Dean asked, "You ready?"

"I'm ready."

OOO

Just the sight of his father took Sam's breath away. He was on the sofa, flipping through a large leather-bound book and drinking his coffee. A rather large bruise was on one of his cheekbones and under his dark eyes were large bags. As soon as his sons came in, he looked up, unsmiling.

Dean went in front of Sam and clapped his hand on his dad's shoulder, trying his best to smile genuinely. "Hey, dad," he breathed.

"Dean," John greeted and looked behind Dean and saw Sam cowering. "Hey there, Sam."

Sam thought of what to say. Hi dad? No, that wouldn't do. Hello, father? No, too formal. What's up, pops? No way, not under any circumstances.

"Dad," he decided that would do. "How are you?"

John shrugged. "I'm alright."

Dean pointed at Sam. "Look, Sam came home. I told you that he would." There's no malice in his voice, he's merely stating fact.

John stood up and Sam forgot just how tall and broad their father is. He's not a string bean like he is, he's the same build as Dean and that makes him remember all those annoying similarities that the two of them have and how connected they are to one another.

John coughed and took a long, deep sip of his hot drink. "I heard that you guys have stopped hunting from some of the others. That true?"

Dean shook his head. "No, we haven't quit."

"But you haven't been going on any hunts?"

Sam looked down, his feet becoming steadily more interesting as time passed.

"No."

"You guys decided to take a break or something?" Barely veiled anger was in John's voice as he spoke.

"Yes," Sam said stubbornly. "Yeah, we have. Maybe we're tired. Hell, maybe one of us is sick or hurt or something! God, Dad, can't you ask us why we've stopped before you jump down our throats?"

John's voice rose high. "I was about to, Sam," he turned towards Dean, ignoring Sam's pouting. The youngest son had to scoff. Of course he'd ask Dean. Dean was the good son, the son that would give him all of the answers he wanted. "Some other hunters are saying that your brother is having a hard time or something…. I don't know what. They weren't specific. That true?"

Dean glanced at Sam. "Yeah, that's true. Something… Something has happened."

John looked at his son for any sign of injury or illness. Sam looked different, his face softer and his stomach rounder, but if Sam was sick then he would lose weight, not gain it.

"What's happened?"

Sam took another deep breath and took Dean's hand. "I'm pregnant, dad. I'm going to be a dad… or a mom. I'm not sure what it'd call me."

John's face remained solemn and serious. "It's a demon, something supernatural." It's not a question, but a statement.

"It's not," Sam said quietly and he winced when he felt his head swim. "It's not supernatural or demonic. We've already got Bobby to check and there's this woman that he knows, Anna. She checked me out on a sonogram and everything. It's human. It's a baby."

"You have to be fucking kidding me, Sammy. This… You're a man for god sakes, you can't get pregnant."

Dean was sick of the angry exchanges between his younger brother and his father and decided to interject before blood was shed. "It's my baby. I'm the father, the other father besides Sam."

"That doesn't make any sense…" John trailed.

"Think about it," Dean challenged.

"You two… you've been," bile starts to rise in John's throat. "You've been having sex."

Sam looked down at the ground, not wanting to look at his father's horrified look. "We have."

"Bobby!" John yelled, his fists clenched into a tight fist. "Come here!"

The bearded man came in, looking at the two blushing young men and their angry father standing in front of them.

"What, Johnny?" Bobby's response sounded tired and worn-out.

"You knew about this?"

"I just found out a couple weeks ago."

John's face turned red. "And you didn't bother to tell me?"

Bobby scoffed. "John, I haven't seen or heard from you in almost a year! Dean thought you might have been dead!"

He decided to turn his rage once again towards his sons. "This is sick, boys, you know that. I mean, you're brothers! Brothers don't do that!"

"We do," Sam said quietly, rubbing his forehead trying to ease the throbbing pain in his forehead. "And we're still brothers."

Noticing his brother wincing in pain, Dean placed his hand on his brothers upper arm and asked, "Sammy? You alright there?"

"Yeah," he answered faintly, walking over to his father, wobbling a little as he did so. "I'm fine."

"Wait a second," Dean said, ignoring his wavering brother for a moment. "You just found out that Sam is pregnant but you're more shocked that me and him are having sex? Are you serious dad?"

Before their father had a chance to respond, Sam's eyes started to roll back, his knees falling out underneath him, and he slunk towards the ground.

Dean desperately tried to catch Sam before he fell but he wasn't fast enough and Sam's head slammed on the ground, his body spread out and Dean could swear that his arm was twisted in a way that it shouldn't have be. He gasped, cradling Sam's head in his hands.

Looking up at his father, rocking his unconscious brother back and forth, unshed tears glistening in his green eyes, he whispered anxiously, "Dad? What should I do?"

John remained silent.

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Again, I'm so sorry for the late update and the short chapter. I had three tests this week, one essay and one science project. I'm wondering if you guys would like me to not follow my other sequels, meaning that instead of having a girl, they would have a boy. Or, instead of living in motels and hunting, they'd live in a house and stop hunting supernatural things and settle down. I am open to all ideas so all your input is appreciated and taken into consideration.

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