A/N: I do not own Supernatural, it belongs to Eric Kripke.

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2.

"I'm going to check out a nest with my father," Dean announced.

Sam blinked. "What? I thought we were going to talk about this baby thing."

"We are, but dad's short handed, Bobby's out of the country with Rufus tracking some Japanese thing, I can't leave my old man in a lurch like that," Dean replied. "It'll take a couple days tops. And I'll be back before I know it."

He finished packing up his duffel and grabbed his keys. "Besides, now you can drive that thing you call a car without me bitching about it."

"I thought you liked the Camaro, or at least you liked it well enough to have sex in it," Sam pointed out.

"Yeah, sex," Dean said. "You know me, Baby is my baby. And nothing will ever replace her."

Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed Dean's arm, pulling him into a kiss. Dean leaned into it before reluctantly pulling away.

"I will be back in a few days," Dean assured him.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that," Sam replied. "Be careful alright?"

"Careful is my middle name," Dean said. "I'll let you know when I get there."

Sam ran a hand through his hair as he watched Dean leave and sat at the small kitchen table, opening his laptop.


"Hey there Sammy," Dean smiled a bit as Sam opened the motel door. "You went and moved on me."

"Yeah well," Sam shrugged. "Found a couple salt and burns, figured I'd take care of them while you were gone."

"I didn't mean-"

"Radio silence Dean. I called you and you never answered," Sam interrupted. "I thought something had happened to you. I thought you got hurt, I've been spending hours looking for John Doe reports thinking your father just pawned you off at some hospital."

"You're right, I should've called you," Dean said. "But I have a good reason why I didn't."

"Oh this I have to hear," Sam replied, letting Dean into the room.

"I didn't answer because I was thinking about us and us having a baby, and I just needed some time to myself to really think this through," Dean told him. "And being with my dad made me realize something."

"What's that?" Sam asked.

"I love hunting, I love helping people," Dean answered. "Shooting down monsters, getting rid of the bad guys, that's my thing."

"So are you saying no?" Sam asked, confused.

"Far from it actually. When I was out there with my dad. It was great. It's not often we get to do that, and yeah, my dad can be an asshole and he's a hunter first, but it made me realize, if we have a baby. We could have that feeling you know? Our kid could be a great hunter. My brawn's, your brain."

"So you're saying you want to have a baby?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, Sam. I am," Dean answered. "Let's have a baby."

Sam grinned and cupped Dean's face, kissing him. "You mean it?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Let me put it more simple terms kay? I want you, Samuel Wesson, to put a baby in me. Do I need to draw a diagram?"

"You have no idea how long I wanted to hear you say that," Sam said, kissing again and guiding him to the room's bed.

"Pretty sure I do," Dean managed between kisses.