Author's Note: I can't express how sorry I am for taking so long to post this but with the X-Mas holidays and my computer recently messing up, I just didn't have the time or the ability to write and post them. So I'm currently writing them up on my parent's laptop, so fret not! My New Year's Resolution is to try to post as frequently as I possibly can! Wish me luck!
Author's Note 2: On with the story; from now on I'm also making it possible that in this alternate reality, men also have the ability to reproduce but mostly those who are in gay relationships, as you'll find out in this chapter. If they are in a hetero relationship however, they can reproduce through artifical insemination, just like women can.
The Winchesters left the motel nearly a hour later, thanks to Dean taking ages to take a shower, get dressed and find his keys to his second "baby" , before they set off to interrogate those that might've had any idea on what mine Lawson was working in on the night of his accidental death. Finding no clues thus far and seeing as it was near enough dinner time, they decided to take a break at a local café in which Dean had ordered the day's special; Double Cheeseburger with Gherkins and Salad but what surprised him most of all was the fact that Sam had ordered the same thing and by the rate he was eating it, Dean thought he was going to have to order him another...
"Take it easy there Sam. If you don't slow down you're gonna give yourself indigestion or something," Dean manages to mumble through his cheeseburger before swallowing it down, followed by a swig of his freshly-grounded coffee.
"I can't help it Dean, I just feel so hungry. Like I haven't eaten for weeks," Sam answers, shoving the cheeseburger into his mouth the best he could without choking on it.
What is the matter with him? He's never eaten like this, hell, he practically doesn't eat at all unless I tell him to. However, since the day I returned and we made love that same night, as though it was our first time, he's been gradually eating more than usual which isn't like him for definite, Dean mulls over, watching Sam as he downs his Coke in one swig.
Sam catches Dean looking at him with that worried look on his face and gives him a small smile, just enough to show off his cute dimple, "What? What's wrong Dean? Have I got something on my teeth or around my mouth?"
"Nah, it just that I haven't seen you like this before," he shifts back on his seat before continuing, "Are you okay? Do you feel alright? Should I be worried?" Dean asks worryingly, looking at him as though trying to scrutinize what exactly is wrong with him.
Sam responds with an exasperated sigh, "I am perfectly fine Dean, stop trying to "Mother Hen" me! So I was feeling a little hungrier than usual, so what? What's so worrying about that?"
Dean leans in closer so as not to disturb the other customers with their quarrel, "Is just that I find it a little strange that you've been eating more than you usually do, ever since I came back that day to be exact. Come on Sam, you've got to find that's a little strange?"
Sam falls back against his side of the booth and crosses his arms, his face now showing a little anger, "What are you suggesting Dean? That I might be expecting because you know as well as I do that the one time that we don't use protection doesn't automatically make me pregnant!" That comes out a little too loudly as some of the customers look in their direction before returning to what they were doing.
"I wasn't suggesting that but what if you were, huh Sam? Have you ever thought of that? And if you are then it means I've gotta look out for both you and the baby," Dean replies, making sure that he doesn't raise his voice for others to hear.
"You know what Dean, I can tell you right here and now that I am not pregnant so you can stop thinking that I am and we can get back to finding this goddamn mine!" And with that Sam collects his jacket and storms out the café, leaving Dean feeling slightly embarrassed now that everyone's looking at him with stern faces.
Oh God, I really don't need this right now! Dean's mind exclaims as he reaches into his pocket, takes out the right amount of money for the food and places it on the table before giving his onlookers his trademark smirk, leaving the café to catch up with Sam. As soon as he pushes through the door to leave, he can see him leaning against the passenger side of his Impala, his arms wrapping around his chest and his back to him.
Oh this is gonna be fun, he smirks to himself, stepping down the few steps on his way to his "babies", but approaching them from his side so as not to anger Sam more than he already had. Yet when Sam revolves to face him, Dean finds that his face isn't full of anger now, like it was a few moments ago, but with regret, "I'm sorry Dean, for bursting out at you like that. It was wrong of me and I know that you're just looking out for me like you always do." Sam accompanies his apology with a small dimpled smile but Dean waves it away with his usual smirk, "Ah, forget about it Sam. It wasn't my place to suggest that sort of thing." He then climbs into his seat and turns the ignition, smiling like he always does when he hears his "girl" roar into life.
A few seconds later Sam climbs into his seat and shuts the door, turning onto his side to get a better angle of Dean, "It just sort of caught me off guard, you know. The idea of bringing a child into a world that's full of darkness and sadness and...so much evil," Sam clarifies, moving back against his seat to look out of the window.
Dean can tell the amount of worry that's in his little brother's voice and he evidently sympathizes his reaction, "I know how you feel Sammy," he rests his hand on Sam's thigh, causing him to look back into those beautiful hazel eyes, "But don't forget that the world's also filled with light and people who are willing to risk their lives for the safety of their loved ones, like yours truly for instance."
Those words immediately hit Sam's soft spot as tears trickle down his cheeks but Dean wipes them away the best he can with his thumb before pulling him gently into a compassionate kiss which Sam returns likewise, easing as Dean traces his lips with his tongue. When they stop for breath, Sam backs off a little but still cupped in Dean's arms before smiling, "I think it would be best if we continued this later. Are you forgetting that we've still have to find the whereabouts of that mine Lawson was working in."
Dean heaves a sigh, "But we've talked to most of the people in this town who might've had any idea which one it is but they're either too old to remember or too young to know." He then releases Sam from his embrace before moving over to his seat, his eyes fixed on the windscreen.
"Not everyone Dean, are you forgetting that we still need to question his Dad and his "then" girlfriend Mackenzie Kimble?"
Jerking the gear into reverse Dean smirks from the corner of his mouth, "Oh yeah, I nearly forgot about those two. So, whereabouts do they live?" He asks, pulling out of his parking space and stopping at the exit, waiting for Sam to lead.
"I dunno, we'll just have to ask someone for directions or something," he shrugs, leaning against the window with the help of his elbow. Dean glares at him as though he's supposed to know about these things and Sam retaliates, "What? You don't expect me to know everything, do you?"
Dean can only shake his head and let out a small laugh as he shifts into first and forces his foot down on the pedal, putting on his favourite Metallica tape and thundering down the street on their new quest.