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Two weeks passed and nothing seemed different. But Sam and Dean remained hopeful. The creepy angel at their door definitely did something and they could only hope it would be good. Sam returned to work the next Monday. Everything went back to normal mostly. Sam slept a lot more but Dean pushed that aside under the label of him needing to catch up on sleep after many nights without it. He ate more too. But Dean always told Sam he needed to eat more so Dean disregarded that too. But a week after Sam had started work again, everything made sense to Dean.
Dean woke up to the sound of Sam puking his guts out in the bathroom. He rolled out of bed to go help. By the time Dean got there, Sam was started to sit up.
"You okay Sammy?" Dean asked, offering a hand to help Sam up.
"Yeah, I think so. I feel fine now" Sam assured him.
With that, something in Dean's head clicked. A small smile appeared on his face. Sam didn't notice as he went back to the room to get ready for work. Just to be sure before he brought it up to Sam, he Googled Sam's 'symptoms'. And sure enough, he was right. Between the tiredness, eating so much, and puking, Dean was almost a hundred percent sure of what was going on. When he was done his quick search, Sam was putting on his jacket since it had gotten very cold in town now that winter was in full force. Christmas was just a week away. Dean's eyes automatically went to Sam's stomach and he let out a little chuckle. How exactly does he bring this up to Sam without seeming like an idiot? He decided he would give himself the day to figure it out and bring it up to Sam when they got home.
For the rest of the day, Sam was relatively fine. The smell of all the food made him a little woozy but other than that, he was perfect. It hadn't come together yet for him like it had with Dean but he knew something was up. It was his body after all.
On Dean's side of town, he was wondering how to bring the topic up. He couldn't exactly just waltz right up to him and say, 'I think you're pregnant'. He can't see that going so well. Especially since it most cases, that was impossible. But when you got the Lord involved, well he's God. He can do what He wants.
Jackson and the other guys were happy that they had the real Dean back. They didn't really know what happened in the first place but the whole garage seemed to be in good spirits. Many of their regular customers were glad that Dean was back to dealing with them. He was such a nice guy and funny. He wouldn't tell a female, or male sometimes, customer she was stupid or give her a look if she had brought in her car and all it needed was an oil change. Dean would even go through teaching her how to do it at home.
It was the same at the diner too. Maria was delighted to see Sam back to his old self. In her mysterious old lady ways, she knew something was up with the younger Winchester. But she also knew it was something good so she had no reason to worry. The people who came through the glass doors of the diners were greeted by Sam no matter where he was. Even when he was in the kitchen giving or taking food orders, he would pop his through the window to welcome them. And anyone who was lucky enough to get a table that Sam waited was always pleased with his cheerfulness and easy going attitude. Sam's pay was increasing through tips alone in the mere two weeks.
Sam went outside to wait for Dean to pull up. He didn't have to wait long since Dean pulled up as soon as he stepped outside. He was unusually early this time. Sam peaked his head in the door to tell Maria, Zach and others on the wait staff goodnight before he jogged over to the Impala. He have Dean a kiss though the divers window before heading towards the passenger side. On the way home Dean was trying of think of the right time to bring it up. Since he couldn't really think of one, he just decided it would be when they got home so he could get it out of the way.
Soon enough they were home since they lived so close to the diner. It wasn't even five-thirty so Sam just plopped down on the couch, tired after a long day's work. He was watching one of those procedural cop shows that Dean hates so much. Sure they were predictable but they weren't all that bad. Sam sorta liked them. There were too many clichés but other than that, they held Sam's interest somewhat. While Sam was watching TV Dean was changing out of his greasy clothes and into sweat pants and a plain white tee-shirt. The picture of comfort to him. All he needs is a beer.
When Dean appeared into the living room, Sam sat up slightly to give Dean some room. But as soon as Dean sat he stretched back out placing his feet on Dean's lap. Dean just rolled his eyes and sat back, enjoying the infomercial that was on about some stupid new kind of knife or whatever. He rolled his eyes when they did the whole 'But wait, there's more!' bit. Did they have to say that every time? When the cop show came back on, Dean looked at Sam.
"Seriously?"
"What? Just because you don't like them doesn't mean I can't watch them. There isn't anything else on anyways" Sam said.
Figuring he should get it over with, Dean shifted so he was facing Sam more, "Hey, are you doing okay? I mean, after this morning?"
"Oh, yeah I guess. Why?" Sam asked.
"No reason. I was just thinking of earlier when I looked up your symptoms. The puking and sleepiness and all" Dean replied, waving his hand around to further explain.
"Would you care to elaborate?" Sam asked after a couple moments of silence.
"Well what popped up was kinda interesting. But it makes sense with Castiel coming weeks ago" Dean answered.
"Dude, I love you but I will kill you if you don't just spit it out" Sam threatened.
Apparently saying out loud was harder than Dean had thought, "Fine. Between Cas and what the internet says, it would seem like you were…pregnant" There. He said it.
"I knew it was something!" Sam exclaimed, swinging his legs off Dean's lap and sitting up.
Dean raised an eyebrow, "You are taking this news very well. How do you deal with this so well? It's weird. Awesome but weird"
"We dealt with weirder our entire lives," Sam suddenly looked down towards his stomach, "Holy crap. Do you know what this means?"
"Pretty sure yeah. Typically when someone's pregnant, that means there is a baby. Common sense man" Dean said laughing.
Sam threw a pillow at him, "How do we check up on the baby? I mean, the people here are great but this would freak them out a bit" Sam said going into a mini panic attack.
"We call Bobby" was the only answer Dean could think of.
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Sam practically ran to grab his cell phone. He hit 1 as of course Bobby was on speed dial.
"Hello?" the old man answered because Bobby won't update his phones so he can have caller I.D
"It's Sam. And Dean" he added after putting the cell on speaker, "Hi Bobby!" Dean pitched in.
There was a small laugh on the other end, "Hey boys. What's the occasion?"
"We can't just call up our favorite crotchety old man just to say hi?" Dean asked in mocked offense.
"No. You idjits. What do you need?"
"Well, do you know any doctors that are used to hunters with strange…conditions?" Sam asked.
"May I ask why?" Bobby asked suspiciously. With years of experience, he knew with their luck they weren't just asking to have the information handy.
"You see, Sam has run into a…predicament you could say. Nothing bad though" Dean assured.
"And that would be?" Bobby questioned.
"I might be, kind of, possibly" Sam couldn't finish it. It was so strange to say out loud.
"With child" Dean piped up.
"With child? So you mean Sam, your husband or whatever you two are nowadays, who is a boy, is having a kid?" clarified Bobby.
"Yep"
A deep sigh sounded from the other end, "You two idjits keep coming up with new ways to surprise me. I guess I could send you to someone"
"Thanks man!/ Thank you Bobby" both of them said into the phone, Dean yelling like a small child. What makes a better parent than a child itself? (A/N, personally I think this is true. Only to some degree of course)
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Bobby had given them the address of a certain Olivia Rupert, a doctor who runs a facility for hunters on the side of being a real doctor. It was a hassle but knowing that she was patching up the people who were saving lives kind of put it in perspective.
Her hunter care unit as she called it was almost an hour away, which wasn't that bad. But of course Sam demanded they go right this minute. Since Dean had been reading up on the stages of pregnancy, he somewhat complied. He said they would have to make an appointment and would have to wait until the weekend since they both had worked. Sam huffed around for a few minutes but sullenly agreed., not wanting to be on the receiving end of a potential mood swing.
That Saturday they were due to meet Dr. Rupert at three o' clock. When they pulled up Dean had to check the address twice since it appeared to just be a house. A normal one story house. But after looking from the address on the paper and the address on the little plate by the door a hundred times, Dean decided that it must be it.
The house on the inside looked much bigger than it did on the outside. There was a desk with a receptionist right at the door. She was typing away at the computer in front of her, occasionally referring to the papers by her side. It was all very official for someone who took care of hunters. Dean had imagined a bunch of bloodied bodies but there was only two in the waiting room. One man had a bleeding gash across his forearm and was holding the opposite arm closely to his chest. The other, a woman, had her left leg propped up on the table and staring suspiciously at a wound by her wrist.
Sam being the nicer of the two walked up to the receptionist, patiently waiting until she looked up, "Yes?"
"Um, we have an appointment with Dr. Rupert at three?" Sam said, reciting the information.
"Name?" she asked typing again.
"Winchester"
But at that moment a lady in a doctor's white coat covered slightly splattered in blood and other bodily liquids came through the door, "Winchester. I believe the two of you have an appointment. Follow me" she said without waiting for their answer.
They did as she said, and she led them to a small room that was all white except for a few scenic pictures on the wall. It was much too hospital-y for Dean. He wasn't the biggest fan of doctors.
"Sam is the one who is in need of medical attention correct? And Dean you are his husband right?" she asked, trying to confirm all the information on her chart.
Dean and Sam both nodded. So did the doctor. It was all very official and going by the books it seemed to Dean. HE didn't expect this from an office that dealt with people fighting monsters.
"Very well. As it was said over the phone, through some angelic was it? It seems to be that Sam may be pregnant. Okay now that this is all squared away, we are ready for the ultrasound to prove this. Sorry if I seem rushed. It is surprisingly busy to own two hospitals" the doctor apologized as she led them to another room and left to attend to other patients.
Sam was laid down onto a table while another doctor, who she said to be called Julie, set up the necessary equipment. And as to Sam's request, Dean was standing by Sam holding his hand.
"Okay hun, we are all set. I'm just going to lift your shirt a bit here. Now this will probably be cold" Julie warned as she smeared the jelly onto Sam's abdomen.
Even with the warning Sam still shivered. Julie started using the little device she called a wand like she was dealing with children, to find the potential baby. And soon enough, a little black and white blob popped onto the screen.
"Theres you baby! We cant hear the heartbeat yet but that's because you are about three weeks in so we can't tell much other than the general shape," Julie went off for a bit, reappearing quickly, "But that does make your due date September 23rd"
Sam was processing the information as Dean stared at the screen. That blob was his kid. That blew his mind and made him want to cry and laugh. It was a whirl wind of emotions all at once, coming at him full force. Once Julie left to get the printed picture, Sam joined in Dean's awe. It was truly an amazing thing.
Julie came back and handed them the slip that had two pictures of the ultrasound attacked on each other. It was hard to see but there was their little blob of a kid. Dean and Sam couldn't wait until the little person started to form.
"Now you are due back here for another in three months. Of course you can come back sooner if you have questions or concerns. Congratulations and hope you have a wonderful evening. See you in a couple months" Julie said and then departed them.
Sam and Dean left with big smiles on their faces. On the drive home Sam started babbling about how now they have a use for the extra room and how he was going to decorate it. Dean just had the picture of the screen in his mind. In nine months, he was going to be a dad. And that was a bit scary. He still had the fear in his mind that he would be like his dad. He hoped to God that he wouldn't.
When they got home it was around six since they had stopped at McDonalds for an early diner. Dean wondered how they would explain in the future once Sam started showing. That seemed to prove a problem. Maybe Cas would know. And at that thought, which apparently Dean had said out loud, Cas appeared right behind Dean.
"Hello Dean" Cas greeted which scared the living crap out of both Dean and Sam.
"Jeez man! Give a guy a warning! And personal space!" Dean shouted in shock.
"My apologies. But you called me?" Castiel asked.
"I didn't know you were on call. Since you're here though, how are we supposed to explain to the town about Sam?" Dean asked, Sam coming to join the conversation and nodding in agreement. It was a concern for him too.
Castiel vanished but then reappeared within moments, "Your worries are now not needed"
"What did you do?" asked both of them.
"Went into the minds of the people to tell them that this was acceptable and normal" Cas replied as if he did this every day. And then he was gone with the ruffling of wings.
Dean looked at Sam and shrugged. He was an angel. He can do whatever the hell he wants. Or heaven rather.
"Well at least that's out of the way" Dean pointed out.
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Since apparently everything was okay with people knowing, Sam and Dean cut the two pictures apart so they could show everyone at their work come Monday. And that they did. Especially Dean more than Sam. Anyone who came in the garage that was from town was shown. Andrew clapped him on his back, saying finally there would be no more moping. Jackson shook his hand telling him he was proud and expected full updates. The man acted tough but he was the biggest softy Dean had ever met.
Maria hugged Sam tightly; showing off the picture like it was hers. Zach just gave Sam a smile and a nod being the quiet man he is. It now made sense why Sam had been more tired than usual and hungry. And slightly moody but neither of the diner workers would say that out loud in fear of being shot. Maria demanded that she be shown all pictures and be on a first to know basis. Sam laughed and assured her that was what he had planned intentionally. He knew that if he didn't Maria would most likely put action to one of her many creative threats.
Castiel's town wide brainwash had worked very well. Everybody was happy for the couple and gave their own baby stories. Some of the younger waitresses squealed about making plans for a baby shower. People were giving baby names and telling him where to find the best deals on baby stuff. It was different for both of the boys feeling so cared for by so many people. Neither of them had experienced this at such a magnitude. It was both awesome and creepy at the same time. But it was overall pretty cool to have so much support by your neighbors. Dean thought it was more on the creepy side since he was a usually guarded person. But these people were so genuinely happy for him that it was kind of hard to oppose it.
Another crappy ending! 3,049 words! Longest chapter yet. Awesome!We almost have 60 reviews. Can you believe it? Lets shoot for 70. 75? How high can you go? Constructive criticism is very welcome btw.