Sam has been in the bathroom of a small motel in Raleigh, North Carolina for 15 minutes now, crying lightly to himself and holding a white stick in his hands. It's been just over a week since Valentine's Day, the sickness hasn't ceased and Dean's getting overly worried. During that week, when it was his turn to get the supplies, Sam bought himself some medicine to handle the sickness as well as the food but hasn't taken it as of yet. Also, without Dean knowing, he also bought himself a male pregnancy test and it's exactly that what he's now holding in his hands. A minute ago it confirmed the results; He's pregnant and it's this that's making him sob. The tears are both of extreme joy and sadness. Joy because he and Dean now have a chance to be a real family. Something that Dean's wanted all his life and now he can give it to him but also sadness because now they've got another life to protect and Sam didn't want to bear children into a world that's clearly not safe for them but what can he do? He's not getting an abortion, never in a million years. He'd never do that to his child and Dean would never forgive him if he found out what he'd done. Dean! That's another thing…he's eventually going to find out and he's going to be mightily pissed if Sam doesn't tell him soon.
"Sammy? Are you okay in there? Are you being sick again? Come on, open the door. I can't help you if you don't," Dean's concerned voice full of sleep calls from the other side of the door.
Sam flushes the toilet, hoping to let it lead Dean to the conclusion that he's just relieved himself before tucking the white stick deep into the bathroom bin, making sure it can't be seen. Washing his hands and face and checking to make sure he doesn't look like he's been crying Sam unbolts the door and is faced with an anxious Dean, who looks like he's just got out of bed because he's still in just his black boxers.
"You alright Sam?" Dean asks, stepping forward to cup a hand on Sam's cheek just for reassurance as he studies him with those hazel eyes of his.
Sam can't help but show off a dimpled smile at Dean's over-protectiveness, "I'm fine Dean. Not been sick which is somewhat of a relief," he lies, knowing that now he's with child and his "stomach bug" is in actuality morning sickness.
After a few minutes of his own observation Dean backs off, "Well, you are looking slightly better than you were couple days ago," he bolsters with a smile of his own. He slides past him needing to relieve himself as Sam enters the bedroom part and flops onto the bed, wondering how and when to tell Dean about his discovery. A few moments later hearing the flushing of the toilet Dean's cell on the table on Dean's side of the bed begins to ring. Rolling over and reaching out for it Sam picks it up and looks at the screen, seeing Bobby's name flashing on it, before answering it, "Hey Bobby, what's up?"
"Sam? Where's Dean?" Bobby asked, surprised that Sam answered the cell and not Dean himself.
"Dean's "occupied" at the moment Bobby. Why? Do you need to speak with him?"
"Nah, I'm just calling because I have a job for the both of you and it's for a very good friend of mine."
"Okay, I'm listening. Shoot."
"Well this friend of mine, Terry Young, well he says that his boyfriend's got some sort of mark on him and from what he's told me he thinks it came from a demon."
Sam's brows crease at what Bobby's saying, "What? Is he a hunter? Why can't he deal with it himself?"
"Because Sam, unlike yourself and your brother, Terry didn't follow in his parents' footsteps. He chose a normal life, fell in love and all that…he knows a little about it obviously but not enough to save his boyfriend so I need you and Dean to get to Virginia Beach and help him in any way you can, is that okay? I'll be joining you shortly but I won't be able to get there for another day or two."
Sam sits there in silence for a moment, except for the sound of running water indicating that Dean's having a shower, before nodding, as though Bobby can see him, "Definitely, we'll do it but where in Virginia Beach?"
"Call me when you get there and you've settled. I tell you once you do. Bye for now Sam."
"Okay, bye Bobby." He hears the click of Bobby's phone on the other line before hanging up himself, placing Dean's cell back onto the bedside table and returning to his lying on the bed.
Dean comes out of the bathroom 5 minutes later with the towel hanging low on his hips like always, dripping wet and looking down at Sam with that trademark smirk of his, obviously with something wicked on his mind. Strolling casually towards the bed Dean slipped a finger under the towel and unhooked it from his waist, it falling into a heap on the floor, and leaving him stark naked. As he reaches the bed Dean wastes no time in looming over Sam, his hands by Sam's side with ringlets of water dripping onto his brother's vest and boxers.
Sam shoots up, only to be met by Dean's smirk, "Dean! Get off me, you're all wet!" He quickly finds out that he's also stark naked, "And you're naked!"
"Never stopped you before," he says plainly, leaning forward in a bid to kiss Sam's soft lips with his wet ones but finds him backing off a little, "No I'm being serious now, Bobby's got a job for us and we need to head out ASAP."
He tries to move himself away from his looming, naked brother but Dean pins him down gently, not wanting this to end so abruptly, "Can't it wait? I know it was only last night that we last "did it" but I want you so bad. So bad I don't think I can stop myself from taking you right here and now."
"Do you always think of me as a pushover Dean?"
Dean smirks, "No but you don't exactly put up much of a fight now, do ya?" He leans down and captures Sam's lips, emphasizing his point. "See?"
"Oh yeah?" Sam asks, lifting a brow as his hand sneakily reaches down towards Dean's semi-hard member, dangling between his open legs. He grabs it sharply, causing Dean to let out a brusque gasp, "Now, now let's not get too hasty there Sammy."
"Not feeling so cocky now, are ya De?" Sam laughs, his dimpled smile showing as he notices that it's only turning Dean on, his cock growing bigger in his fist.
"I don't know about that," Dean then latches his lips onto Sam's again, this time wanting entrance but Sam puts up more of a fight, their lips and tongues lashing at each other. Sam, however, eventually gives in and pulls Dean deeper into the kiss, his hand against the back of his head.
Once they pull back for air Dean kisses Sam's jaw, licking it with the tip of his tongue before moving down and playing with his Adam's Apple with it, causing the younger to groan in pleasure. Dean can feel the vibrations on his tongue and smiles, taking his licking further down until it laps around one of Sam's perked nipples. Tweaking the other so it doesn't feel left out, Dean swaps over before heading further down once he abused the tight buds enough. He held onto the younger's hips slowly licking, sucking in and around Sam's stomach and belly button, not knowing that inside a new life's growing and it will be only a matter of time before he finds out. Before he can get down to the hardening flesh that's growing inside Sam's boxers, he finds himself being pulled up to his brother's face as his lips are enveloped by Sam's, his tongue being sucked by Sam's hot, wet mouth.
"Stand up babe," Sam whispers, that dimpled smile emerging on his face as Dean smirks back, "No need to tell me twice Sammy."
Doing as he's told Dean stands tall at the foot of the bed and Sam notices quickly that he's not the only one. The younger Winchester sits himself up again and marvels at the spectacle that is Dean's large dick as it starts to leak pre-cum from its tip. Grabbing hold of it from its base Sam flicks out his tongue and ever-so leisurely licks the sticky substance from the tip, earning a delightful moan from the back of Dean's throat.
"Mmm, tastes so good De," Sam murmurs before he slides the hardened flesh into his hot, wet mouth inch by inch. Before long he develops a rhythm, his head moving backwards and forwards, taking Dean's cock for all that he's worth while Dean himself holds on Sam's shoulders for dear life, licking his swollen lips and pinching his taut nipples every so often. After a while Sam takes Dean's cock and licks the underside, from base to tip, looking straight up into his brother's eyes to find lust, passion and best of all love. He takes it all into his mouth again and sucks on it a little faster, wanting to end this soon as they are now "officially" on a case. With one hand clenching onto one of Dean's tight buttocks and the other soothingly massaging up and down Dean's back, Sam can feel his urge to cum into his mouth, speeding up the bobbing rhythm.
"Oh yes…oh yeah Sammy! I'm nearly…there," Dean gasps through deep breaths as he stiffens his grip on Sam's long bangs, nearing his climax.
As soon as Dean gasps again and leans his head back he releases his load, the streams of hot, sticky fluid squirting to the back of Sam's mouth and down his throat, the latter trying to swallow as much as he can while some of it drips down his chin. What seems like an eternity Sam slurps the softening member from out of his mouth with a delicious "Pop!" to find Dean bending down and seizing his lips with his own, tasting himself on them and lapping up his cum that had managed to escape from Sam's mouth.
Once they break away for breath Dean gives his little brother his trademark smirk, "You're right, I do taste good."
Lightly laughing Sam gives him one last passionate kiss before standing up and heading to the bathroom, a smile developing on his face. Dean turns, "Where are you going? I thought we needed to go?"
"We've got time for another shower Dean. Care to join me? Wanna know how I taste?"
Dean doesn't even need to answer that as he races after Sam, who's already in the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and ready for Round 2.