Crazy Love Chapter Ten: A Home, 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.

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 song and quote at the beginning of the chapter. I think their brilliant, though.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed last time, more reviews than I've ever gotten so far, so thanks to everyone who made that so. I was going to post this yesterday but life is just brining me down. However, now it's the weekend so (hopefully) expect another chapter. I hope that you enjoy this and please leave a comment.

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Crazy Love

Chapter Ten: A Home

Wish I were with you, but I couldn't stay. Every direction leads me away. Pray for tomorrow, but for today. All I want is to be home. Stand in the mirror; you look the same, just looking for shelter from the cold and the pain. Someone to cover, safe from the rain. And all I want is to be home. The echoes and silence, patience and grace, all of these moments I'll never replace. No fear of my heart, absence of faith. All I want is to be home. People I've loved, I have no regrets, some I remember, some I forget, some of them living, some of them dead. All I want is to be home.

-Foo Fighters

If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters daydreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.

-Gaston Bachelard

Infatuation is when you think he's as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph Nader, as funny as Woody Allen, and as athletic as Jimmy Conners. Love is when you realize that he's as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Connors, as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic as Henry Kissinger and nothing like Robert Redford - but you'll take him anyway.

-Judith Viorst, Redbook, 1975 

Sam sighed as he finally laid down in his bed. Well, no, not his bed, it was Bobby's bed and that's what one the problem was. It wasn't his and Dean's bed, it was Bobby's and it wasn't their house either, it was Bobby's. Everything, from the bed sheets under him to the half-empty tube of toothpaste in the bathroom, was Bobby's.

Not that he was complaining about Bobby, far from it. He didn't want to know what would have happened to them if the kind, older man hadn't welcomed them into his house with open arms like he did. They'd probably be in a dirty, scummy motel room instead of a nice, warm, if somewhat cluttered, house.

But, as Sam caressed his stomach, he wanted his own place. Especially with the new baby coming and, of course, with their dad living at Bobby's with them, it seemed essential to get their own living space. Sam had to scoff at his own ideas. As if Dean would allow it.

No, with their dad living with them, it was like the second coming of Jesus Christ. Dean now tried to do everything to impress their dad, telling how he took care of Sam when John was missing, like he told him to. Like he always told him to. Like he always would tell him to.

Groaning as he felt a shiver run through his body, Sam pulled the sheets over him, adjusting the pillow.

"Sammy? You okay in there?" Dean called out, poking his head out of the bathroom door.

Sam forced a somewhat reassuring smile on his face. "Yeah, just thinking."

"About how sexy I am?"

"Oh yeah," Sam replied sarcastically. "How did you know?"

"Call it brotherly intuition," he answered, turning off the bathroom lights and climbing into bed with Sam. "Are you sure you're alright, man? It kind of seems like you've been off all day."

"What do you think about getting a home?"

"We already have a home, Sam."

Sam shook his head, moving his body so he was face to face with Dean. "No, Dean, this isn't a home. It's Bobby's home. Not ours."

"I don't understand what you're talking about. We're living here. It's home."

Sam had to try his best not to get worked up. "I meant an actual home. Some place where our baby can grow up in. A house or, hell, I'll even settle for an apartment! Just somewhere constant! Somewhere that we wouldn't have to pay for every single night so we could stay there another day."

"A place for our kid to grow up in?"

Smiling, Sam nodded.

"Dude, we're going to be hunting. How are we going to be able to keep a house if we're traveling all over."

Sam's lips drooped into a frown. "Hunting?"

"Yeah," Dean said, not seeing the problem with it and seemingly unaware of his brother's disappointment. "I mean, after you're done giving birth and stuff, I figured that we'd still be hunting. Well, I would while you take care of the baby."

"You're joking."

Dean looked at his brother, a grin on his face. "Of course not."

"Dean, you want our kid to grow up like we did? In disgusting hotel rooms, always being the new kid? Are you serious?"

The older brother shrugged. "I turned out fine."

Sam snorted. "Yeah, real fine," he turned over on his side so he could no longer see his brother. "I'm going to bed. Good night."

"Hey," he almost sounded offended. "Are you mad at me or something?"

"No, Dean," Sam said quietly, turning over again quickly so he could kiss his brother and then turning back. "Sleep well."

"You too, Sammy. Love you."

"Love you too."

OOO

"What the matter with him?" Bobby asked quietly the next morning, pointing at Sam, who was slumped in his chair, a sour look on his face.

Dean, obviously in a bad mood, just grunted and continued to eat his bowl of cereal and milk.

"You hungry, Sam?" Bobby said loudly, trying to get the younger man's attention.

"Not really, Bobby."

"Are you sure? I bought fresh bread yesterday so you can make yourself some toast if you want."

Sam smiled at Bobby's generosity but still shook his head. "I feel a little sick right now, but thanks."

Dean looked up sharply at his brother, accusation shining in his eyes. "You didn't tell me that," if Sam hadn't of known any better, he would of thought that it was hurt that he heard in his brother's voice instead of just annoyance. "Are you okay?"

"Just nauseous is all."

"But you've already gotten sick this morning. I heard you at, like, five o'clock in the morning."

"I know," Sam replied, taking a sip of water. He hated that his brother could hear him when he was throwing up. It just seemed really disgusting to him. "Really, Dean, I feel okay."

Dean nodded. "If you say so."

"I do," Sam reassured and then looked at Bobby. "Where's our dad?"

"He said something about getting some stuff, I don't really know. He wasn't that specific because… Well, you know your dad. Vague as ever."

"Oh yeah," the younger brother grinned wryly. "That's our dad."

Dean laughed dryly. "Don't start that crap, Sam."

"What crap?"

"You and dad at each other's throats all the time. I had to deal with it for almost all my life and if, for once, you two can just get along for more than a week, I'd really appreciate it.."

Sam scoffed but didn't respond, trying not to add fuel to the fire.

Bobby looked at the exchange and took a bite of his newly buttered toast. "What's going on with you two?"

"Nothing," Sam said, getting up slowly. "Nothing at all, Bobby. Just Dean being a jackass is all, but that's nothing new."

"Okay," Bobby smiled, trying to relieve the tension between Sam and Dean. "I think that means that something is wrong, Sam."

"He wants to leave," Dean said gruffly, not bothering to look at the two other men.

Bobby looked at Sam, his eyes searching. "You're going to leave again, Sam?"

"No!" Sam answered angrily. "I don't want to leave and Dean should just stop twisting my words around! I want to get my own home, Bobby. A home for the both of us. Or, well, three of us, I guess when the baby's here."

"Oh," Bobby replied quietly. "Well, that makes sense, I guess. With the baby coming and all."

"See!" Sam cried, pointing at Bobby but his face firmly towards his brother. "Bobby understands!"

Dean's eyes finally snapped up. "I'm not Bobby, Sam. We're hunters. We just can't stop being hunters all of a sudden. People could, no, will, die without us. When we hunt, people live. Don't you want people to live, Sam? Can you really be that selfish?"

"Don't you dare think I don't care about them, Dean. Don't you dare."

"Well, you really seem like you don't because we can't just stop right now, man."

"Then when can we stop, Dean? Huh? When the thing that killed Mom's dead? When all the things that go bump in the night are gone? Because, let me tell you, that's never going to happen."

"Then we'll never stop!"

Silence filled the room.

Sam swallowed, rubbing his forehead for a moment and cringing at the throbbing pain in his temple.

Noticing the familiar, and scary, gesture, Dean swiftly got up and wrapped his hands around his brother's waist. "You all right there, Sammy?"

Sam shook his head and, in a voice that made him sound like he was six-years old again, "My head hurts, Dean."

"Okay, okay," he said, silently hoping that his voice sounded comforting. "You want to sit down?"

"Yeah," the younger brother said faintly and he was guided into one of the wooden, kitchen chairs. "Thanks."

"No problem, dude. You haven't eaten anything today, have you?"

"No."

Dean nodded, pushing his bowl of cereal towards his brother. "Have some while I make something to eat, alright?"

"Dean, you don't have to do this. Honestly. I'm not some damsel in distress or anything. I can take care of myself just fine."

"I know you can. Just… let me do this."

"Okay."

Bobby, having seen the conversation between Sam and Dean, couldn't help but smile. Yeah, these two were going to be all right.

End Of Chapter Ten

Somewhat of a filler chapter, I know, but I thought that it was important to show that Sam really wants a home for them to live in. Now, what do you guys think? Should they continue hunting or settle down and raise their child? How about a happy middle? Any input on that is great. Also, if I can get some suggestions for a middle name, that would also be terrific.

I want to, again, thank everyone who reviewed last time. I just love them and they help me update faster, they really do.

Oh, and did you catch last night's episode of Supernatural? (Spoiler) (Spoiler) Sam really felt out of character in that episode when he lied to that boy. Made me feel kind of weird. (End of spoiler) (End of spoiler)

Anyway, reviews drive my madness and I will respond to any review as long as I can find the email address. Thank you!