"Do you feel anything yet?"
Dean waited a moment before responding. He shifted slightly and then went back to his original position against the headboard.
"Nope."
"I don't get it. Did it say anything in the police reports about how long it took for the girls to notice something was wrong after sex?"
"They were probably more concerned about the fact that they were having babies within 24 hours to ask if they remembered how long it had been since they
had sex. Would you stop pacing back and forth for two seconds? You're making me anxious. Just sit."
Sam sighed, long and dramatic, and fell back against the bed.
"Yeah."
He shoved his head under a pillow in frustration. He mumbled something unintelligible and unreasonably expected Dean to understand him and subsequently
respond.
"Dude, I don't speak babble."
He moved his head from under the pillow and huffed, frustrated.
"Nevermind."
Silence.
"We should name our kid Marv if it's a boy."
Sam lifted his head slowly off the pillow and stared at Dean's 'no bullshit' face in disbelief.
"Please tell me that's a fucking joke."
Dean burst out laughing at the look on Sam's face. It was the reaction he was hoping for. Sam rolled his eyes and shoved his head back in the pillow after
muttering "fuck you."
"Oh, come on, Sammy."
He was still laughing, but was calming down now.
He moved to lay on top of Sam and started planting kisses on his right shoulder and started a trail upwards.
"So you're a cuddler now?" Sam teased him lazily, barely moving his head away from the pillow, not having the energy for much else.
"Shuddup."
Dean moved his trail of kisses up his brother's neck and lifted his body up so he was just hovering over Sam. He slowly turned his brother over on his back
so he could properly kiss him without Sam having to strain his neck.
They lay there leisurely kissing for an amount of time neither could pinpoint until they heard what some describe as a 'magic whoosh' indicating the sudden
arrival of someone or something supernatural.
"Aw, looks like you boys made up."
Dean reluctantly lifted off of his brother to sit up and stare at the intruding bitch with terrible timing.
"Well, at least we know we didn't have an audience earlier."
"Yes, well, I had other matters to attend to, and I knew you boys were making progress. Anyway, I've come to release you."
She snapped her fingers, and they were both clothed.
"I suggest you go somewhere you consider home, or at least, the closest thing to a home you two could have. The next day or so is going to be... difficult to
say the least. I do hope all goes well, but remember... pray."
The look of intensity in Laima's eyes was striking and held the brother's down in their places momentarily. The look was gone as fast as it had appeared and
was replaced by her usual false cheeriness, conflicting with the still depressing words dripping from her mouth.
"You know what happens if you don't."
Snap.
They were in the car.
They looked to each other and then to the world outside Baby's windows before settling in their seats in resignation.
"Well, this oughtta be fun."
Sam huffed humorlessly and moved a hand to Dean's knee for a split second, but removed it before he could say anything in protest.
"Let's go home."
Huff.
"Sap."
