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ULTIMATE WARNING: So far most of my stories are turning out to be SLASH and MPREG. So they may contain mature, Male/Male Relationship and not so graphic sex scenes between two men. If you can't stand these or don't want to read them, please leave this story behind!

AU, OOC, SLASH!

Wow, I've not been here for a looong time... Sorry, guys, but I don't exactly have ideas what I should fill this story up with, besides the obvious (what's happening to Sam - although I'm sure you can figure it out from this chappy :)). Maybe if you have some idea, you could share it and I could write it in, crediting you of course...? Just some filler scenes, maybe with the boys, or someone else. You don't have to, though, just a suggestion ^.^

Anyways, enjoy reading!

When Sam and Dean returned to the kitchen, Sam's stomach grumbling in annoyance, Ellen was just putting a plate onto the table. She smiled at them as they entered, something mysterious hiding behind her features which gave them the suspicion that she listened in on their conversation, probably ready to intervene if necessary.

"Good to see you, Sam" she spoke as the brothers walked closer. Sam wrapped an arm around her when she leaned in, cupping his cheek and pressing a mothering kiss on the other. "Now sit down and eat up! I'm sure you're hungry."

"Thank you, Ellen" Sam replied shyly, sitting down at his breakfast.

"Yeah, thanks" Dean's casual words didn't even come close to the level of gratitude showing in the older Winchester's eyes as he looked at Ellen. The woman only sent him a smile and a nod, as if saying it was no problem. "Alright, Sammy" Dean turned to his brother, "I'm going to the garage to help Bobby. Just come and get me if you need anything."

"Okay" Sam nodded, smiling when Dean leaned down and pressed a quick kiss onto his lips before going upstairs to change into an appropriate attire. Sam picked his fork up and began his breakfast, relaxing in the presence of Ellen, who was washing the dishes she used for cooking and feeding the boys. He was sure now that he put his trust into the right person.

As Dean walked down the stairs to make his way outside, he caught a sliver of conversation from the kitchen between Ellen and Sam. What he heard made him frown in confusion.

"Feelin' better, Sam?"

"Yeah, a little… Thank you so much."

"It was nothing… Hurts?" Dean would've been shocked by that question had he not heard the small moan of pain coming from Sam.

"No, just… It's annoying, you know."

"Oh, believe me, I know. I remember my first few times, I was so fed up after the first day."

"I just wish it would stop."

"It will, don't worry."

The following silence left Dean reeling with bewilderment. What the hell were the two talking about? What could possibly annoy Sam that much? As he continued his way towards the garage, he couldn't help but wonder what was going on here.

He just hoped Sam will let him in on the secret one day…

If ever…

The rest of the day went by slowly and uneventfully: Dean and Bobby worked on the cars in the garage, while Ellen and Sam wandered around the house, searching for any chores to do. Sam grumbled half-heartedly about turning into housewives, to which Ellen laughed for minutes, realizing the truth in the boy's complaints.

By the time dinner arrived, the tension from the previous night and this morning seemed to evaporate. Ellen cooked a hearty meal and everyone ate good sized portions of it. Chatting around the table was quiet but friendly, a couple laughs here and there. After the meal vanished from their plates, the occupants of the house just leaned back, too tired and satisfied to convince themselves to go to bed.

"So how long are you staying?" Sam asked Ellen suddenly after a temporary lull in the small talks.

"Well, Bobby and I haven't brought up any actual date when I leave yet, so it depends" Ellen answered before grinning slightly. "What, you want me out of the house?"

"No, I-I didn't…"

"It's okay, sweetie" Ellen chuckled, shaking her head when Sam blushed, embarrassed. "I'm just pulling your leg. As long as I'm needed, I'll stay."

"But what about the Roadhouse?" Dean asked, lifting an eyebrow in surprise.

"Jo is managing it for now" Ellen shrugged, as if she just repeated a fact of life. "By the way, she sends her love."

Dean gulped when Sam's hand, which he had been holding ever since they had finished their dinner, twitched then tightened around his fingers. He dared a glance onto his brother's features and had to resist a shudder at the murderous glare on Sam's face. Ellen must have noticed it, as well, because she immediately tried to mend the situation:

"I was thinking, though." The sudden change of direction in their talk seemed to snap Sam out of his mood. "Maybe I should let her manage the Roadhouse alone. We'll see…"

"But what about you?" Sam asked, concern evident in his soft voice, but no answer came.

A couple minutes of silence stretched among the four of them, before it was shattered by a loud yawn erupting from Dean. Sam smiled at his brother adoringly then stood up with a quiet "Goodnight" and pulled Dean out of the kitchen so they could go to bed.

"So Jo sends her love" Sam spoke as casually as he could despite the green fire blazing inside his heart, while he gathered his things to take a shower. As he picked at his towel, not wanting to look up and face whatever he would face, a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind and pulled him into a tight hug, trapping his arms.

"I don't care" Dean breathed into Sam's neck, making the boy tremble and close his eyes at the pleasant feeling. "She's okay, like a sister to me… And I was only thinking about you… I just wanted to get back home to you…" Sam sighed in relief. He was still a little wary that Dean would change his mind and leave him for someone more attractive. These words were like healing balm on the injuries of his soul and pride. They filled him with confidence that they could be happy now, together…

"I'm sorry" Sam whispered, lowering his head. Dean turned him around and cupped his jaw with both hands, pulling him into a deep, slow, sensual kiss, reinforcing their bond between them. Sam held onto Dean's hips, just bathing in the love surrounding him… emanating from Dean…

Dean slowly pulled away, just watching Sam's blissful expression: eyes closed, mouth slightly open, face slack, cheeks flushed… Dean never thought that he could witness sheer perfection in his miserable life and now it was standing in front of him, in his arms…

As hazel crystals peeked out from under their blankets, Dean could see the joy radiating out towards the world before it infected Sam's smile. The boy brushed Dean's jaw with his fingertips, before gathering his stuff and disappearing from the room and in the bathroom. Dean shook his head with a huff, blessing his luck to have someone like Sam to love and cherish…

As Sam stepped out of the bathroom, freshly showered and finally pain-free, voices from downstairs reached his ears. He walked to the stairs, floppy ears perking up in curiosity, listening to Ellen and Bobby conversing in the kitchen.

"You know, I'm thinking of retiring" Ellen exclaimed.

"Retiring?" Bobby's gruff voice came in reply. "From what?"

"From barkeeping… I should give the Roadhouse to Jo. She always complains about not having enough independence. Maybe this would be good for her."

"And you?"

"As long as the boys need me, I'm staying" Ellen's voice was so sure and firm, Sam had to sit down in shock onto the top step of the staircase. "After that, maybe I'll hunt. I don't know…"

"Y'know you're always welcome here" Bobby grunted out and Sam smiled as he realized: Bobby was embarrassed.

"Thanks, old man" Ellen replied with a laugh. Sam felt something warm fill him up at the sound: it was so long ago that he heard genuine laughter. The house was so dim since he arrived from Stanford… since their father's death… Sam wanted this for the remainder of his life, this warmth, the sense of family inside him… And he knew Dean would want this, as well.

"What do you think about Ellen?"

The question was soft-spoken and slightly unsure as it crept through the darkness. Sam and Dean were lying in their bed, Sam resting his head on his brother's shoulder, who kept him in his arms tightly, rubbing Sam's upper-arm with his thumb. The young inu was stroking Dean's slightly protruding collarbone with one finger through the T-shirt, as he felt hesitant about the reaction to his words.

"She's awesome" Dean grinned, leaning his cheek against Sam's forehead. His voice was hushed, as well, keeping their moment and discussion private. The house was silent, Bobby and Ellen already retired to their beds a while ago. "She's a little rough around the edges, but she reminds me of Mom. Not that anyone could replace her..."

"I heard she's thinking about giving the Roadhouse to Jo" Sam probed, hoping to keep Dean thinking the wrong thing.

"Really?"

"M-hm. She said she'll stay here till necessary then she might hunt..."

"Okay" Dean shifted a little to look at Sam, who lowered his gaze, embarrassed. "What's this about?" Sam shrugged, not really keen on giving away his hopes. "Sam..."

"She's nice" Sam relented only slightly, twisting his fingers around shyly. "She's..." he swallowed before copping out. "She's nice..."

Dean, of course, knew what was bothering Sam and his heart lurched at that. Ellen was always so good to them, especially in these hard times, putting her motherly nature into good use. Dean was fortunate to remember their Mom, but Sam wasn't as lucky. Ellen's nurturing and mothering was the closest Sam could experience of a mother's love, besides Dean's from his childhood. And the kid always wanted normal, wanted them to be a family…

"Like I said" Dean whispered, pulling Sam into a tight hug and resting his chin on the other's head. "She's awesome."

The room was filled with thick darkness, only the stars were shining in through the window behind the thin veil of the curtain. For a moment a pair of green eyes flashed in the dark, helping to make out a young man's outline in the bed. A sigh broke out of his lungs and he turned onto his side. A warm breeze fluttered the curtain, cooling the summer heat slightly with its movement. The young man closed his eyes to finally get to sleep in this early hour – to no avail. Another, this time more frustrated sigh escaped from him and he turned onto his back again, slamming his hands angrily into the mattress by his side.

"Everythin' alright?" came a sleepy voice next to him. Snapping his gaze that way it landed on an older man through his brown bangs falling into his eyes. The enchanting darker green irises were glinting in worry, a little dim from sleep, as they were inspecting the younger man. The other felt tears gather in his eyes, so he turned his head away and replied softly:

"Yeah, 'course" his voice wavered from suppressing his sobs.

"Sam" the older man spoke again, voice filled with compassion. "Did they wake you up?"

Sam began shaking at that and the older man pulled him close.

"I couldn't even fall asleep…" Sam mumbled, letting everything out now while the man shushed him quietly. "I don't know what to do, Dean…"

"Shh" Dean interrupted him gently. "You can't stress about this. We'll figure it out."

Sam slowly settled down, Dean's soothing words playing a big part in it.

"Okay" Dean mumbled, still sounding tired. "Turn the way you want to sleep in." The order was accompanied by a tender kiss. Sam stretched out on his side, back turned towards Dean and Dean wrapped his arms around his waist. The man started leisurely stroking Sam's stomach, drawing a satisfied moan out of the boy, who finally found peace. Shortly Sam's breathing evened out and the boy fell into an undisturbed sleep.

Dean followed him with a faint smile… His fingers resting on the rounded belly…

Sam sat up with a gasp, the jolt waking Dean up by his side.

"It's okay, Sammy" the man spoke softly, the tired tone of his voice meaning that those words were instinctual to Sam's distress. "Just a bad dream…"

Sam leaned forward, burying his face into his hands as he tried to get his breath back. His long locks fell down around him in waves, shining in brown in the moonlight. It must have been just a dream… Just a dream…

He barely registered the hand rubbing his back, trying to calm him down. He couldn't, though. His head was pounding, his stomach was roiling, ready to spew everything out in a moment's notice, and his body and clothes were soaked in sweat. He swallowed noisily against the tightening muscles in his throat and the growing nausea.

"You gonna throw up?" Dean whispered worriedly, as if he was afraid if he spoke any louder, Sam would break down.

Sam couldn't bear this any longer: he started to get out of bed, but his body began shaking so hard, he couldn't find the strength to push himself up. In a flash that only worried big brothers are capable of, Dean was by his side, pulling him up in a torturously slow pace. Wrapping an arm around him, the older man carefully led Sam out of their bedroom and into the bathroom at the end of the upstairs hallway, which was filled with Bobby's soft snores.

Turning the light on, Dean pushed Sam down in front of the toilet before wetting a towel with cold water. Joining his brother on the ground, he brushed Sam's hair out of the way, twisting it once so the locks would stay together, then started wiping Sam's sweaty, pale face with the wet towel. Sam was breathing deeply, eyes closed, fighting the urge to throw up. He sighed as the cold helped him.

When the towel warmed up, Dean got to his feet to rewet it. Sam leaned an elbow onto the porcelain, holding his head up with a hand and hovering over the toilet at the same time. He was still panting and shaking, but sweat was dripping down his skin. His stomach gave a very bad churn and his free hand flew up to his mouth, trying to rein the nausea in and Dean returned to his side, holding his long locks out of the way. Sam finally swallowed noisily and the nausea abated somewhat. As the tension left Sam's body, Dean knelt back down and continued his task of cooling his brother off.

"What the hell were you dreaming about?" the man murmured almost to himself and Sam didn't feel obliged to answer. He did, anyway.

"Dunno…" he breathed out, knowing Dean would hear him. "Can't remember…"

"Or maybe it's just the heat…" Dean mused, pressing the wet cloth a little more firmly against Sam's neck. The summer heat had returned suddenly that afternoon, leaving Sam dizzy with fatigue as the poor half-demon took the brunt of the change in the weather.

"Maybe…" Sam agreed, though he sounded as unsure as Dean. They stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes, Dean dutifully cooling his brother, then the two got up, Sam still needing Dean's help, and returned to their bedroom to sleep. The moment Sam stretched out on the bed and was pulled into Dean's arms, he fell into a deep, this time dreamless sleep.

TBC...

At least I hope...

So, what do you think, should Ellen stay? And if you decide to help me with ideas, I would appreciate it. :D

See you back in the next chapter, hopefully!