Sorry for the slow update!! I'm doing the nano thing this year and got all caught up in some orig fiction. Guess I shoulda warned you! Sorry!!

Chapter 35

Sam woke with a warm body next to him and a head with dark messy hair cutting off all the circulation in his arm. He tried using his live arm to roll Serene away, but she crawled in closer. So Sam tried a different tactic, he moved her off his arm on to his chest.

"So glad you're back," she mumbled.

Sam's mouth went a little dry. "Uh, Serene? Sweetie? About that." He cleared his throat. "I got back yesterday."

Her body stiffened and her head lifted. Sleep bleary eyes met his. "Excuse me?"

"Well, uh," Sam really did not want to be in trouble, not now. Well, that was pretty much the reason he chose to mention it while they were both still naked. "See, Dean took Frank on a job, which was a bad idea, considering his heart condition, among other things. Then when we got back, Dean was acting really weird and sleeping all the time and I didn't want to leave-"

His hurried explanation was cut off by Serene's hand over his mouth. "Sam. Shut up." She snuggled up again and laid her head back on his chest. "Are they all right? Dean and Frank?"

"Yeah," Sam admitted. "I think so." As he stroked her hair he found himself also admitting what had been bugging him all day yesterday. "Dean kind of scared me, though. All he did yesterday was sleep, and when he was awake he wasn't himself, more like he was sleep-walking."

Serene kissed his chest, her body shifting to be more on him than beside. "Did they get it?" she asked between kisses.

"Amazingly, yes, they did." Sam shook his head at the thought. "I still can't believe it."

She paused to look at him. "I can. You didn't see Frank outside the diner that day." Her wide eyes had a distant look. "I think he'd do anything for Dean." Serene focused back on him.

"Apparently." Sam ran his fingers through her tousled hair. "I love your hair like this."

She rolled her eyes. "Changing the subject already? I figured I had at least one more comment before you'd do that."

Sam shrugged at her. "Honestly, I'm still getting used to the idea of the two of them. Together." He chuckled suddenly. "Did you know Frank actually called me, of all people, when he was late for their special anniversary dinner?"

Serene grinned at him. "You told me." She crawled up to lay a wet trail along his jaw.

"I, uh, take it we're done sleeping? For now?" Sam asked as she crawled on top of him.

"Sam?" Serene pulled back to give him the icy stare he had been expecting earlier. "Consider this a warning. Don't you dare come back to town without calling me again. We don't have to get together right away, especially if there's something going on with your family, but I expect a god-damned phone call."

Sam nodded, though he felt his hope this was the worst of it was probably futile.

"Good." She gave him a single nod before returning her attention to his jaw.

"W-wait," Sam protested as he pushed her up where he could see her face. "That's it? Just a warning?"

"Oh, ba-" Her cheeks flooded with color. "Sammy." She flashed him a quick smile. "How much of a bitch do you think I am?"

What the hell? Sam pushed up to a sit, positioning her in his lap, Serene's legs stretched out on each side of him. He ran his hands up her back to grasp both shoulders at the same time. "You're not holding back on me, are you?" He engulfed her mouth with his, all teeth and tongue and lips battling for dominance which neither was willing to give.

"Try it again," Serene promised in a breathless voice when they broke apart, "and see how much slack you get."

Now that was more like it. "All right then," he said and rolled her under him. "How about I make it up to you? What would you like?"

Her cheeks flushed bright pink again and Sam had a pretty good idea but he wanted to make her ask for it. Actually, he wanted her to direct him.

"What do I do first?" he demanded, one hand running sensually along the outside of her thigh. "Better tell me."

Sam delighted in the deepening hue of her cheeks as her hands moved to guide his face away from hers, down to her chest. He let her guide him to her breast where he suckled until she gasped and her hips thrust up at his abdomen. Sam held her nipple between his teeth, nibbling very gently as he waited for new direction. Panting, Serene ran her hands through his hair as she pushed him further down.

"Like last time," she said in a breathless voice which sent him reeling. "But..."

Sam paused in his trek down to look her in the eye. "But what?"

Her face reddened as she glanced away. He crawled back over her to cup her face with one hand. "What do you want, sweetie? Anything. You name it."

"You won't, uh, think I'm weird?" Her voice was weak and hesitant.

Sam chuckled at her. "You've met my family. How could you possibly be weird in comparison?" He gazed deep in her eyes. "What is it?"

Serene shrugged and Sam felt one of her hands wrap around his cock. "It probably won't fit all the way there either," she whispered as her thumb rubbed along the crown, eliciting a groan from him.

Sam took a deep breath before he nodded. He started to move, but both her hands tightened, the one on his dick and the one in his hair. "Get on your back," she whispered.

Sam nodded again and her hands released him. He laid on the other side of the bed and waited to see what she had in mind. Serene's cheeks were bright red, but he hoped that meant they were both in for a good time. She crawled over him so her mouth was over his cock and her tantalizing pussy over his face. He waited to see if she would start first, and she did. She took just the end of his shaft in her mouth, her tongue swirling all around the crown. Sam moaned as he ran his hands up her thighs to rest on her hips. He pulled her down to his mouth. She laid splayed out before him, her stomach on his chest and hips raised enough to give him access. He watched the back of her head for a moment as she bobbed down on him. Jesus, it felt so damned good. God, it had been way too long. Why had Dean kept this place a secret?

As Sam ran his tongue along her opening and felt her body shiver in anticipation, he made a mental note to chew Dean out for waiting so frigging long. This time he thrust his tongue in again and again, until she started responding by thrusting back against his face. Sam rolled them so they were on their sides, giving him a little more control. He held her hips firm as he fucked her with his tongue. Her legs were clamped to each side of his face. Despite the fact he was assaulted with so many sensations and emotions right now, Dean's advice came to him with startling clarity. 'You can jerk her off.' No shit? Sam paused for a moment to slip two fingers in her. When they were good and wet, he took them out and laid them on each side of her clit. Resuming his tongue fucking, Sam began to slowly pump her clit up and down. At first it didn't seem to make a difference, but after a while Serene began to whine with her mouth still around him. The whine went right through his dick, making him want to thrust hard.

Sam pulled his mouth away to gasp when she whined again, but he kept the pace on her clit steady. Her hips jerked again and another whine shot through him. Sam closed his eyes, knowing he could come already. In an attempt to distract himself, Sam plunged back to his duties and shoved his tongue in as far as he could. Serene responded with another noise, one deeper and more demanding and it caused a stronger vibration to rip through his cock. He moved his hand out of the way to suck hard on her clit, wanting her to come good and hard NOW.

Her cries were muffled by his shaft in her mouth, but she sped up his blowjob for which he was immensely grateful. He was working so hard to make her orgasm, Sam did not have time to warn her before he came. She seemed to know, though, and pulled off just in time. Serene jerked him off while her hips plunged at his face. She gasped out as he suckled at her pleasure center. Sam was shocked when the small nub felt like it grew in his mouth, making it easier to please. Maybe it really was like a tiny penis?

She just seemed to go on and on, riding his mouth. Sam slipped his finger inside her at one point, curious, and all of her sensitive flesh was pulsing dramatically. Then her mouth was back on him though his penis was still limp. Despite the fact it had to be a lost cause, Serene kept working at him. Then Sam felt some life stir and blood once again rushing below his waist. When he wanted nothing more than to pump into her, Serene pulled off. The look in her eyes said 'Now.'

Sam tackled her onto her back, their heads at the foot of the bed now. He shoved inside her. Once again he had a couple of extra inches. "Hang on," he whispered before plunging in hard. This time he slipped all the way in and Serene gasped. She pulsed all around him and, shit, this was freaking amazing.

"Okay?" Sam panted, wanting to move but not daring.

Serene's beautiful eyes opened and she nodded at him. "What the hell are you waiting for?"

Sam grinned before setting a slow deliberate pace, one he hoped would tease her half out of her mind and have her coming again before he lost it. Then he felt her clenching around his cock and her body shook with the most amazing shudders. The noises she made would embarrass a porn star. Sam couldn't fight that. He pumped in hard, his thrusts erratic and his mind filled with only Need and Want. She drained him within her. Sam laid across her body for a long moment, just breathing.

"Sam?" Serene asked.

He pushed up on one elbow to look her in the face. "Wow," he breathed with a grin.

"Why do you call me sweetie?" she asked and one hand ran through his hair.

Sam took a moment to catch his breath before attempting to answer. "Because you are."

Serene shook her head. Her hair was a horrible mess, sticking straight out unless it was plastered to her skin with sweat. She definitely looked 'just fucked.' He loved it.

"Sam, I'm a complete bitch. Ask anyone." Serene sighed. "I just don't want you to get the wrong idea about me."

Sam chuckled at her. "I know that." He smiled as he ran a hand along her bare sweaty flesh. "You're my sweetie, not theirs."

Her wide eyes blinked up at him, reminding Sam of an owl. "Oh," she breathed softly. "So you don't... I mean I don't..." Serene shook her head at him. "I won't embarrass you?"

Sam leaned back down to kiss gently just under her jaw. "Never," he whispered into her skin. Now he had a better idea of what Dean meant about Frankie not trying to change him. How many men had tried to change Serene? Sam raised up again so he could see her eyes when he told her this. "And don't you dare try to change on me."

A real smile, broad and bright as summer sunlight, beamed at him. "Okay, Sammy."

Sam grinned back at her. "I bought some toothbrushes and toothpaste too. Let's go break them in because I think you still owe me a make-out session."

Serene's laughter rippled through his chest as even her eyes grinned at him.

"He's where?" Frank demanded. "You can't be serious, Dean! Didn't you talk to him?"

"Yeah. I talked to him." Dean glanced away evasively, running a finger along the edge of the kitchen counter.

"And? Didn't he believe you?" Frank tried to catch any emotion which might flicker across Dean's face.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure he believed me." Dean chuckled softly, looking kind of pleased. Now that did not look like having the 'back off Serene because she's a bitch' speech reaction.

Frank crossed his arms over his chest to glare. "Dean? Which talk, exactly, did you have with Sam?"

Dean gave him this wide-eyed innocent look, so of course whatever he said next would be a lie. "The talk you told me to have with him."

"When?" Frank asked, his anger rising. Sure Serene had tried making nice with him again, in between all the other excitement in his life lately, but Frank didn't like the idea of her dating his brother-in-law. He saw the mess she made of Steve before his friend finally broke up with her. At the time Frank hadn't blamed either of them for it and had figured the couple just hadn't been meant to be. Since he found out she kept in touch with Jake after...the incident...Frank had started believing Steve's side of things more.

Dean snagged a fresh apple out of the bowl on the counter. "When you asked me to," he said before taking a large bite.

"That was weeks ago, Dean," Frank replied. "What talk did you have with him recently? The one where he listened?"

Dean's face split in a wide grin as he crunched the apple. Frank had a sinking feeling. "Please don't tell me it was the talk about girls."

The shrug and mischievous glint in his eye said it all.

Frank sunk into a chair at the table. "Shit. It's too late for Sam, isn't it?"

"I don't suppose you want the tips?" Dean asked with a sly grin. "Might help."

"Oh, really?" Frank glared up at the apple crunching jerk. "I need help?"

Dean moved closer, his expanding stomach in Frank's face. "Maybe," he said softly, "to keep me in line."

Frank rolled his eyes. "Oh, please." He waved at Dean to sit. "You don't think you're getting off that easy?"

Dean shrugged as he took another large bite of apple. "Worth a try," he mumbled through his full mouth.

"Why?" Frank asked. "Why the hell would you be behind this? You know what Serene is like."

Dean's head shook as he swallowed. "Dude, all I know is she makes awesome pie and won't sell it to you or any member of your family if she's pissed at you." He shrugged. "Besides, I can't remember ever seeing Sam this happy."

"Knock, knock!" John's voice blared from the front of the house.

"Kitchen!" Dean shouted as he threw his apple core at the kitchen trash can. It banged victoriously inside.

John's head of dishevelled hair poked into the kitchen. "Hey, guys. I'm going to grab a shower and a nap. How're things here? Anything I need to know."

"Everything's fine, Dad," Dean said, maybe a bit forcefully.

John frowned and stepped into the kitchen. "What's going on?" His tone was low, suspicious.

Frank plastered on his best smile. "Nothing, John. Should be plenty of hot water. I promise not to start any laundry until you're out this time."

John's gaze lingered on Dean before shooting Frank a questioning look. He was clearly worried there was something wrong with Dean. Frank shook his head and John let out a breath of relief before heading for the front bedrooms. "Wake me for dinner!" His voice shouted at them.

"What was all that?" Dean asked, waving a hand between Frank and the spot where John had been standing.

"Nothing," Frank replied with a shrug. "Want another apple?"

Dean's green highbeams landed on him. "Have you called yet?"

"Who? Work?" Frank asked, hoping that was what Dean meant but knowing better, especially after the chewing out from his sister first thing this morning. Dean had just disappeared during all that, too. When Lisa had started in on him for saying something along the lines of Dean needing to keep his big mouth shut, he learned real fast that when it came to his health, his spouse and his sister were on the same side. It was still his side, if he squinted his eyes and stood on his head when he looked at it. He had not known Dean felt guilty for the heart attack, though. That had been news.

Dean's hot glare interrupted his thoughts. "Don't make me call Lisa," he threatened.

Frank sighed as he avoided Dean's gaze. "I called yesterday," he replied softly, recognizing Dean's guilt in the response. "My appointment is for tomorrow, if you want to come."

Dean's hand, sticky from the apple, rested on top of his. Frank looked up into a small but warm smile. "Yeah, I want to come. You big idiot."

Frank found himself smiling back. "Well, with a nut like you around, I'm never sure."

Dean snorted as the hand left Frank's to slap him playfully in the shoulder. "Yeah, real brave when you know you can outrun me." He jerked his head toward the fridge. "So are we eating or what?"

Frank paused with his hand on the handle of the refrigerator door. "Dean? You know, I think I like that girl name you came up with."

"Which one?" Dean leaned back in the office chair to prop his feet up on one of the wooden kitchen chairs.

Frank smiled broadly. "The one where we name her after both our siblings."

Dean laughed as he rocked backwards. "Thank God," he said with a bright grin. "I was afraid you liked the Johnathina one. That was a joke, by the way."

Frank knew he was too far away for any immediate retaliation, so he felt quite safe as he replied, "Really?"

When the apple pelted him in the arm, Frank was not really surprised. The best part of this pregnancy was the fact Dean was starting to waddle. Oh, how he wished he could tease Dean about it, but Frank did not have a death wish. He really did have a doctor's appointment tomorrow.