Sam had reached his twentieth week of pregnancy, and it was time for the ultrasound that would reveal the baby's sex. He was getting bigger, which made Sam a teensy bit insecure. He didn't know how Dean would feel about him gaining so much weight.
"You ready to go?" Sam asked his brother. Like Sam, he was excited about today's appointment. He really didn't care whether he and Sam were having a son or a daughter as long as the baby was healthy. It was cliché, but true.
Sam nodded. "At least we'll be able to start planning the nursery." He and Dean had moved in with Bobby. The older man loved having them around.
"You and that nursery. Sammy, we still have a few more months to go." He could finish the nursery before Sam gave birth.
"We should get it done early, Dean. No procrastinating." Sam wanted to be ready for when the baby came.
"Whatever you say." Dean and Sam headed out to the Impala. Dean drove to the doctor's office and parked the car.
Sam nearly fell asleep in the waiting room. The pregnancy was exhausting him. It really sucked. He was called into a room about twenty-five minutes after he and Dean arrived. Sam's weight was recorded, and the normal pregnancy questions were asked.
"Are you ready to see your baby?" Dr. Mason asked, smiling at the couple in front of her.
Dean nodded excitedly. Sam had given him a copy of the first ultrasound, but seeing it live was going to be better.
Sam grabbed his brother's hand. A few minutes later, the baby's heartbeat echoed in the room. "Amazing," he whispered.
"You're amazing," Dean whispered. He couldn't believe his brother was carrying their child. Wow, that was still weird to think about.
Dr. Mason moved the wand around to get a clearer view of the baby. "Congratulations. You two are having a daughter. And everything seems normal, so keep doing whatever it is you've been doing."
Sam cried. He couldn't help it. "I love the baby so much."
"I love both of you," Dean replied. He couldn't stop staring at the screen, and didn't even care that there was a chick flick moment going on.
Dr. Mason printed out a few copies of the ultrasound and handed them over. "I'll see you in a few weeks. Please make an appointment at the front desk."
Sam and Dean stopped to eat after the appointment ended and they left the office. "We need to figure out how to decorate the nursery. I thought we having a boy," Sam admitted.
"Well figure it out soon. Let's just celebrate, Sammy." Dean didn't care what the baby's sex was. He just wanted to meet her.
"Okay," Sam agreed. After he finished eating, the pregnant man dug into a piece of chocolate cake. While Sam normally tried to eat healthy, he lapsed sometimes. Especially now that he was pregnant.
"Am I going to have to buy you a whole chocolate cake on the way home?" asked an amused Dean. He loved his brother pregnant. Pregnant Sammy was so much different than regular Sam.
No. Well, maybe. Yes." Sam blamed his sudden chocolate fix on the baby. And Dean, who loved eating sweets and had knocked him up.
Dean laughed. "We'll stop at the store after we leave." He was determined to take care of Sam and their unborn daughter.
Sam smiled and continued to eat his piece of cake. After he finished eating and cleaned up, Sam reached over the booth as best he could and kissed Dean. As if on cue, the baby gave a hard kick. "She's just telling her daddy how much we love him," Sam whispered.
"No chick flick moments, Sammy." Dean put his hand on Sam's expanding stomach, hoping to calm the baby down.
"We have a ton of chick flick moments," Sam pointed out, not saying anything about Dean sang to the baby when he thought he was asleep. It was cute, and he wanted his brother/boyfriend to keep doing that.
"True," Dean reluctantly admitted. Trying not to have chick flick moments was really hard, especially with Sam. A pregnant Sam caused them to have even more chick flick moments than they usually did, but he didn't mind.
After stopping at the store and picking up some chocolate for Sam, the two Winchesters returned to Bobby's house. "What'd the doctor say?" questioned the excited older man.
Sam and Dean smiled at his enthusiasm. That was one of the main reasons they had decided Bobby was the baby's grandfather. "We're having a little girl!" Sam happily informed him.
"I have a little female Winchester to spoil?" Bobby was absolutely excited about that. He couldn't wait to start playing with her and everything. This was going to be fun.
Dean nodded, but was distracted by something. "Sam, are you really eating again? You just ate at the diner and had chocolate cake!"
"I'm pregnant. And you're one to talk about eating. You eat more than me sometimes," Sam tried to defend himself as he started eating a chocolate chip cookie.
"True, but you're eating a whole lot more than me now." Dean couldn't eat food the way that pregnant Sam was eating. It was pretty awesome.
Sam glared at his brother. "Do you want to sleep out on the couch tonight? Because I will make you. And I'm pregnant, so it probably won't end well."
Dean took the threat seriously. "I'm sorry, Sam." He had a feeling he was going to be apologizing a lot in the next few months. Maybe even after their little girl was born, too.
"Apology accepted, big bro." Sam had a feeling he was going to get a lot of mileage out of this pregnancy thing. He wasn't going to use it to his advantage, however.
"I'm glad." Dean and Sam sat down to research a small hunt to go on, but got bored after awhile. Sam's hormones kicked in, so he and Dean rushed upstairs to make love.
The Winchesters had a few more months to prepare for their daughter's arrival. They couldn't wait to meet her.
