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Chapter 11

'Pregnant'

The word stood out demurely against the greenish oval screen housed at the end of the white and blue stick.

The word may have looked harmless, but in truth it was like a continual series of slaps to the face of Dean Winchester.

Silence reigned over the guest room, so dense and unmoving it was almost like a corporeal being.

Dean sat over the end of the bed nearest the window. It was growing dark outside, the sun slowly beginning to set, giving way to the impending night.

Dean sat with his head bowed low as he stared at the demure but incriminating item he held in his hands.

The pregnancy test his brother had taken several hours earlier.

The pregnancy test that had come back positive.

Dean might have sat there staring at the stick for the rest of his life had it not been for the soft, tear roughened voice that now finally broke through the silence.

" Dean, what are we gonna do?"

Dean tore his gaze away from the white and blue stick and turned his head to the left so he could now stare at the person who had beseeched him.

Sam.

The younger Winchester was laying on the bed with his back propped up against the headboard, like his brother and Bobby had both insisted of him to do a little time after he'd come out of the bathroom.

Dean couldn't help it as he felt his eyes burn and a large lump in his throat.

Sam looked so scared and young, nervously wringing his hands where they rested over the the place where his chest met his abdomen.

Dean used every ounce of will he had in him to loosen his throat and blink back his despair.

With a gruff cough he spoke, his eyes never leaving Sam's.

" I... I don't know Sammy, I don't know." He said softly before looking away again, feeling cold fear flood through his own being.

And indeed, he had every right to feel terrified.

He and Sam had been cursed by a pissed off Succubus.

And because of that curse, Sam was now pregnant by him.

They were both going to become fathers to a child.

Dean was broken out of his dread filled thoughts when Sam spoke again.

" Are you gonna leave?" He asked his brother, his voice quivering with each syllable that passed through his lips.

This softly asked question had Dean wishing he could sink into the ground till he was all the way down to the Earth's molten core instead of having to give an answer.

Steadying his own thread-bare nerves, Dean steeled himself as best he could before he turned back around and forced his tightened vocal cords to work as he answered Sam.

" I... I think it'd be best if I did Sammy. And I think it probably the biggest understatement in the whole universe if I say that we both need some space from each other to process all this."

To his own guilt, Sam found himself silently agreeing with Dean.

Though it terrified him to his very core Sam knew that after everything that had happened between them he and Dean, they did need some time away from each other.

Swallowing thickly against the lump in his throat, Sam spoke.

" I... I don't want you to go Dean, even though I know that space is probably a good thing for us both right now. I-If you go then, you gotta promise me you won't go too far, and that you are gonna come back. You have to promise me you'll come back because I can't do this by myself and... and I don't wanna die Dean."

Sam's voice was no higher than a broken whisper at the end of this sentence, his breath hitching as he was reminded of one of the possible futures he might have to face.

Dean instantly felt a jolt at these words and without even thinking he lunged forward and pulled his baby brother to him in an impossibly tight hug.

As he sat there all but crushing Sam to him and feeling Sam return the gesture, Dean remembered too.

At the end of nine months, the evil demon bitch responsible for all of this would be coming to claim her desired prize.

The baby.

In nine months the Vernificus Vernula Succubus would come to cut Sam open and take the child inside him.

If a girl, it would make her it's new Wiccan mistress.

If a boy, it would make him a blood sacrifice to the Wiccan Gods.

In that moment, Dean felt his despair leave him, replaced by a white-hot fury, all of which was directed at the succubus.

There was no way in hell that evil creature was so much as touching a hair on Sam's head.

There was no way in hell she was getting her hands on their baby.

" Oh my God, we're gonna be a dads." Thought Dean, the enormity of the title hitting him like an unmerciful tidal wave.

The shock quickly wore off leaving Dean feeling a dark, all consuming anger and determination coursing through him.

Sucking in a deep breath through is nostrils, Dean composed himself and reluctant pulled away from Sam a little so that he could look him in the face.

The brother's stared at each other through misted eyes before Dean spoke.

" Sammy, I promise I won't go far Hell, I'll find someplace in town. Nothing is going to happen to you or the baby, I won't let that evil bitch get her hands on either of you I swear it. She won't touch either of you." He hissed, eying his little brother with fierce determination.

Then, he deflated.

" But right now, I'm no good to anyone. I'm just the guy who got whammed by a Demon and got his baby brother pregnant." He sighed as he reluctantly pulled away from Sam and stood up.

" Dean..." Sam began, when Dean turned and held up a hand, silencing him before he turned and stalked over his duffel bag.

He began packing all of his stuff up, feeling Sam's eyes on his back with each item he tucked into the bag.

It took every ounce of strength Dean had not to turn around and look at Sam, instead he focused on packing up some of his stuff.

Not fast enough and all too soon at the same time, Dean had his duffel packed with some clothes.

He didn't pack everything up because he was coming back to Bobby.

He was gonna come back.

Dean slung the strap of the bag over a shoulder before he finally turned and faced Sam.

He could see those deep moss-green eyes being all but drowned by un-shed tears, silently pleading for him not to go.

Dean forced his heart to become steel, forced himself not to give in to the plea to stay.

" Will... Will you see me of?" Asked Dean, his throat constricting to where he was almost whispering.

He watched Sam bow his head away, blinking rapidly in a valiant effort to stave off the anguish.

Then Sam was holding his head up and nodding furiously before he spoke.

" Of course I will." Was his quivery voiced answer.

Dean nodded before turning away and heading for the door, Sam following in his wake.

When they made it downstairs, Bobby was waiting for them.

One look at them and the seasoned hunter knew what was going on.

" I don't suppose me telling you that leaving is a bad idea is going to deter you none, is it?" He asked gruffly.

All Dean could do was shake his head 'no'.

Bobby gave a small huff before he spoke.

" Well, can I at least know where it is you're plannin' on goin'?" He asked.

" Don't worry Bobby, I'm not going off to the other side of the country if that's what you're thinking. I figured I'd just head into town, hole up in a motel or something." Answered Dean.

" Well, that's good to know, I don't need you traipsing off to God knows where and then have that brother behind you charging full steam ahead to go and find you." Grumbled Bobby, he scratched at his beard before he continued.

" I got a friend in town, she runs a small boarding house. I could give her a call if you'd like."

Dean paused to think about Bobby's offer a moment before deciding.

" Yeah, that sounds like a pretty good idea." Said Dean with a nod.

" I'll go and make the call, tell her you're comin'." Sighed Bobby as he stepped away and headed into the den to do as he had said, as pleased as he really could be that Dean had agreed given his and his baby brother's current circumstance.

A few minutes later he came back, Sam and Dean still standing by the staircase.

" Alright, you're all set. Miley'll be keepin' an eye out for ya when you get into town. The boarding house is on Barker Street, when you get into town, go all the way to the pharmacy and make a right, there'll be a sign out front of the house says Astor's Boarding House. You won't miss it." Said Bobby gruffly.

Dean nodded before with a shaky breath, he turned and slowly made his way to the front door, Sam and Bobby right behind his heels.

The night air was cool, and would get colder with each passing minute.

Knowing this, Dean was going to have to make his goodbyes brief, he didn't want Sam out here in this cold air it wouldn't be good for him and the...

Dean averted his mind from that subject and instead focused on not falling apart right then and there because of it.

He turned back to face the two other man standing on the front porch with him.

He spoke to Bobby first.

" Thank you Bobby, I kinda don't know what I'm supposed to be doin' right now. I just need some time to clear my head, we all could use some time to clear our heads. Bobby I... Could you just... Could you just watch out for Sam please?" Asked Dean softly.

" Of course I will, do you even have to ask me that Boy?" Retorted Bobby, albeit more gruffly then usual, his throat was bugging him.

He'd blame it on the cold.

Then, Dean turned to Sam.

" Sam... Sammy just, take care of yourself and I'm... I am so sorry."

The next thing Dean knew, he was being all but tackled by 6 foot 4 inches of heart-broken little brother.

" you watch out for yourself too Dean, and don't go off and do something stupid cause none of this is your fault, you hear me?" Said Sam against his brother's neck.

Dean returned the hug as tight as he would allow himself, soaking up the very rare warmth of this freely given affection.

Then, he forced himself to pull away from Sam.

He forced himself to do one of the hardest things in his life.

Walk away.

Dean quickly reached the Impala and popped the trunk.

He dumped his bag inside and shut the trunk with a loud thud.

Dean made his way around to the driver's side door and yanked it open once he unlocked it.

He was about to get inside when he stopped and looked up, his eyes going to the front porch and the two men still standing there staring back at him.

The three of them stayed there like that for a life age of the Earth it seemed, Sam and Bobby staring at Dean, Dean staring at Sam and Bobby.

From where he stood, Dean felt like red hot needles were being forces into his chest by hand, all together, all at once.

From where he stood, Bobby felt the back of his eyes start to bitterly sting as he watched the young man standing there by the shiny black car. That clearly shattered young man he had come to think of as a son along with the tall young man standing beside him.

And from where he stood, Sam felt like his insides were turning into ice. He was terrified, Dean may have just been going into town a little ways down the road but, Dean was still leaving and that scared Sam to his very core. He couldn't do all of this alone. How would he do all of this by himself? He had just found out that he was pregnant with his brother's baby.

Then, the moment was broken.

Dean blinked and then forced his eyes away. With his heart silently crumbling to dust, Dean climbed into the Impala and started the ignition.

With a low growl the car came to life, and for once the sound did not bring Dean any kind of joy or security.

Swallowing thickly, Dean put the car into drive and pressed down on the gas pedal.

The Impala rumbled over the gravelly dirt slowly rolling off of Bobby Singer's property.

From where he sat in the driver's seat, Dean's eye unconsciously went to the rear-view mirror.

And he saw in that mirror that Sam and Bobby had come down from the porch and where standing on the dirt road where the Impala had been parked just moments before.

The Impala kept going forward, never faltering.

Slowly, almost mournfully taking Dean Winchester away from his family.