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

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3.

"Sam, I swear to god, if you are staring at me again I will punch you in the face," Dean said.

"I'm not staring," Sam scoffed.

"You don't have x-ray vision Sam, you can't just stare at me and know if I'm pregnant or not," Dean yawned, as he sat up.

"I know that," Sam said, rolling his eyes. "Just, trying to picture what you're going to look like when you're pregnant."

"Fat," Dean said.

"You are not going to be fat," Sam replied.

"You're obligated to say that Sam," Dean pointed out.

He reluctantly got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to shower and dress. He stepped out twenty minutes later, and sat on the bed to put on his shoes.

"Should probably check out soon," Sam said. "Been here longer then we should've."

"Yeah? Sounds good to me," Dean replied. "Maybe we ought to stop and do some laundry, clothes are rank."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "They don't smell that bad."

"They smell like rotten cheese Sam," Dean replied. "You wanna drive around with smelly laundry? I sure as hell don't."

Sam shrugged. "If it's that big of a deal we will go and wash our clothes."

They loaded up the Impala and checked out before driving to the town's small laundromat. Sam grabbed the duffel bags off the back seat and followed Dean into the building. Sam kept glancing at Dean out of the corner of his eye every so often.

He kept wrinkling his nose at certain things, and Sam thought back to a few articles he had read about pregnant people getting sensitive to certain smells, although their clothes did smell pretty bad.

"You want fresh linen or citrus?" Dean asked, walking over over with a few little soap bottles.

"Doesn't matter to me," Sam answered, with a shrug.

They quickly sorted out the laundry, getting a few loads done at a time.

"When was the last time we did laundry anyway?" Dean asked. "Is that...blood or mud? Or," Dean sniffed it. "What the hell is that?"

"Whatever it is, bleach it," Sam answered. "Or throw it away."

"No way man, a couple washes in the washer and it should be good to go," Dean said, dropping it into the machine.

Sam tossed in a few of his own, and put the whites in a separate machine to wash. Dean sat on the folding counter and leaned back on his hands.

"This place is totally deserted," Dean said, looking around. "We could have sex in here and no one would walk in on us."

"We are not having sex in a laundromat," Sam replied.

"Not even baby-making sex?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow. "Thought you wanted to get me knocked up."

"Not in a laundromat," Sam said.

"But the back seat of the Impala is fine?" Dean asked.

"We had sex together for the first time in the Impala, I thought it'd be fitting," Sam answered.

"You are such a romantic," Dean chuckled.

"Never heard you complain before," Sam said, walking over.

"What can I say," Dean shrugged, reaching up and wrapping his arms around Sam's neck. "Got a thing for romantics."

Sam leaned in meeting him for a kiss and smiled as Dean moved his hands downward to the lapels of his jacket pulling him closer.

"Not having sex with you in a laundromat," Sam murmured.

Dean huffed. "Worth a shot."

Sam chuckled and pulled away to move the clothes from the washer to the drier. Dean took his phone out of his pocket as it started ringing.

"Hey Dad," he greeted. "Nah, not busy, just doing some laundry with Sam...Sam? Sam Wesson? You've met the guy a dozen times Dad."

Sam rolled his eyes.

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just, what did you need Dad? Yeah, yeah we can check it out. I just said we'll check it out Dad."

"What'd your dad want? What's his name again? Josh? Jean?" Sam asked, walking over.

"Very funny," Dean said, rolling his eyes.

"How does your dad not remember me? We've been together for over five years," Sam replied.

"You know my dad. Hunting first, son's friends third," Dean shrugged.

"Friends? You still haven't told him we're together? As in sleeping together?" Sam asked.

"I haven't had the time," Dean answered. "Been busy you know?"

"Busy? Dean, telling your father about us will only take a text message," Sam answered. "I mean what? Would you prefer he just come to see you one day and we're together and hey, let's throw in you being pregnant. Would you prefer that?"

"That's not fair Sam," Dean said. "You know how my dad can be."

"Yeah, I do," Sam replied. "All the more reason we tell him."

"Alright, alright," Dean sighed. "We will tell him...after we do this hunt okay? It's a salt and burn and we'll meet up with him afterwards in Kansas okay?"

"You promise?" Sam asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yes. I promise," Dean answered.

Sam nodded. "Good. Cause if you don't tell him, I will."

"Can I just say, you're so sexy when you take charge?" Dean mused, grabbing Sam by the belt loops and pulling him back.

"How about you look sexy while folding your clothes," Sam answered.

"You can't fold them for me?" Dean asked, getting down.

"I'm going to fold my own," Sam answered. "Come on, we get it done and we can have a quickie in the Impala."

"Why Sam, are you bribing me?" Dean asked, feigning shock.

"Is it working?" Sam asked.

"You know I can never turn down having sex with my babe in my baby," Dean answered.

Sam chuckled and tossed a shirt at him. "God you're so corny."

"Nah, just horny," Dean winked.


Dean rolled onto his back, panting and grinned. "If that didn't make a baby I don't know what will."

"Was that one time? Or three?" Sam asked.

"Three...I think," Dean answered. "Why? Should we do one more to be on the safe side?"

"I think, we should get cleaned up," Sam answered. "As hot as having sex outside is, doing it in a cemetery next to a desecrated grave not so much."

"Yeah, good point," Dean nodded, starting to sit up.

They got dressed and grabbed their gear before going back to the Impala and driving back to the motel to shower.

Dean sent a quick text to his father letting him know they finished the job and asked if they could meet up in a couple days. He grunted as Sam pulled him down onto the bed and raised an eyebrow.

"You know, if you wanted to cuddle, all you had to do was ask," Dean pointed out.

Sam shrugged. "This works too."

Dean rolled his eyes and settled against him. "Weirdo."

"You love me no matter what," Sam said, kissing dean shoulder.

"God help me, I do," Dean replied. "Wouldn't be having a baby with you if I didn't."