Author's Note: Just a quick note: Terribly, terribly sorry it's taken me so long just to right this bloody chapter but thankfully I can move on more swiftly. Please forgive me for my actions, I know how frustrating it can be waiting for someone to update their stories. Again, please forgive me!

Also I just like to point out that Bobby knows and accepts Dean and Sam's relationship and has known since before Sam left for Stanford all them years ago. Which means that he's never confronted John about it and obviously never will. This goes for Ellen, Jo and Missouri knowing about and accepting their relationship too.

Right, well that's everything so I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll be updating the next chapter sometime in the week! Chow for now!

When Terry wakes up the next morning bright and early, it's not because of his timed alarm clock or the sound of breakfast cooking downstairs. It's because he feels the blanket being flipped open vigorously, letting the cool air sharply caress his warm skin as soft hands grip his slender hips with the deepest of care while a trail of soft, chaste kisses are heading from both pert nipples, giving them both a good suck and a nibble, before continuing down to his navel. Terry recognises those delicate kisses, those firm hands on his hips, sensing the chaste and passionate emotions flowing through him like before but it can't be. He should be resting, not wanting to have morning sex in his condition, but it's definitely him for sure.

Opening his eyes and blinking to clear his drowsy vision Terry lifts his head off the pillow just enough to see the person who he thinks is about to give him a morning blowjob. He watches this person swallow the head of his cock through their soft lips before suddenly seizing all of it down to the hilt in one go, hitting the back of their throat.

"Hunnhh," Terry gasps, arching his head back at the pure ecstasy this person's giving him, gripping the sheets tightly until his knuckles are pure-white, "…Chris, you shouldn't…be…hunnh," he can't finish because Chris' licking the underside of his erection and the head like a lollipop. Chris' signature move that's proven many a time that it can make Terry literally cry in pure exhilaration.

Tasting Terry's sweet, salty taste on his lips and tongue, Chris can feel his sexy lover's urge to explode into his mouth and cruelly slides his cock out with a wet pop, wiping cum residue from off his lips with the back of his hand. He kisses his way back up from Terry's groin, around his navel, to both of his pert nipples, along his collarbone, lapping up his Adam's Apple before finally capturing those luscious lips with his own, the both of them moaning in delight.

Finding the need to breathe Chris pulls away and smiles down at his still sleepy lover, "I shouldn't be what? Pleasuring you when I'm as fit as a fiddle?"

Terry does admit that Chris does look better than he had been before all this started a month ago. A lot better in fact but this just worries Terry even more. How is this happening? Only last night Chris was lying in their bed, deathly pale, eyes dark, heart rate slow and with no signs of getting better. But now Chris' lying on top of him, the lust and passion in those now bright blue eyes and the obvious urge to make love in his bodily movements. Did Sam and Dean already take care of the demon overnight? No, that can't be right. They'd told him only yesterday that they knew nothing about this demon and that they've got to wait for Bobby to get here later today to see if he knows anything.

Chris' soft, husky voice disrupts his constant worrying, "Less of the thinking, more of the "making love"," Chris gestures the last part with his eyebrows. Afterwards he leans forward, capturing Terry's soft lips in a long, lingering kiss before finally pulling away with a smile on his face that Terry's grown to love in the 6 months of them being together that it makes him smile too. God, how much he loved this man lying on top of him, his smiling that can melt even the hardest of hearts, his soft embrace that makes him feel safe and protected and his obvious hard sex rubbing between his cheeks, begging to be allowed entrance.

Chris subsequently raises two fingers up and, knowing exactly what he means by that gesture, Terry complies by opening his mouth and taking them into his mouth, sucking and licking the two digits like his life depends on them. When they're coated enough in saliva Chris pulls them back out and slowly presses them against Terry's tight hole, who gives out a sharp gasp as Chris begins to soothe them around the tense muscle in order for it to relax. As soon as it's relaxed enough Chris budges up a little, capturing a quick kiss, before grabbing Terry's legs and wrapping them around his waist so he's got better access. Once Terry's secure, Chris grips his erection and gently teases it around the soften hole, causing his lover underneath to whine," Come on Chris, stop teasing."

This small whimper's all it takes for Chris to slowly ease inside Terry, so as not to hurt him seeing as they haven't had sex in a month, holding him by the hips before he begins a gradual rhythm of pushing in then pulling out. He does this for a few seconds more, Terry's hands both clutching on Chris' taut ass and moaning as his tip lightly touches his prostate. This needs to go a lot faster, Terry tells himself as he opens his mouth, "Faster Chris…must…go faster," he manages before another touch of his prostate causes him to arch his back in delight, his hands suddenly clutching Chris' buttocks tighter which causes him to jerk into Terry with such force that he presses against his prostate again. At this point stars appear before Terry's very eyes as Chris builds up a faster rhythm, his hands firm on either side of Terry's chest as his hips continue to slap against the skin between Terry's muscular thighs.

"Huh, huh! God, I've missed this!" Terry gasped out loud, evidently not caring if Dean and Sam hear him from across the hall, biting down on his lower lip before swiping it with his tongue.

Chris smiles down at his lover as he continues his assault, one of Terry's hands now covering his heart and feeling it beat furiously against his palm. Then it happens. Terry's empathic powers emerge from his body and Chris starts to feel the exact emotions his boyfriend's giving off; love, lust, compassion and trust, which only makes him pump faster, sweat building up on their entangled bodies.

Since their first date 6 months ago Terry had explained to him that he was an empath, someone who had the ability to feel others' emotions around them and told him what else he could do with his powers. Afterward Terry expected Chris to laugh cruelly in his face, call him a freak, kick the living crap out of him or something, and then leave but he didn't. He just stared into his eyes, that loving smile on his face and simply teased him with a, "What am I feeling right now?" and before Terry's empathy could tell him, Chris' lips were lapped onto his own and Terry knew that from then on, it was just him and Chris from here to eternity.

Back to reality the two love-struck lovers were nearing their climax, Terry keening underneath Chris and Chris' rhythm's starting to wane after what seems like hours of sheer pumping. Whilst Terry's hand continues to press against Chris' heart, his other hand slides down to his own erection, gripping it tight and jerking it in the same rhythmic beating as Chris' thrusting, both nearing their high point of this passionate act of love.

"Yes! Oh yes! Oh fu-!" Terry's about to curse so loud that the whole street can hear him, let alone Sam and Dean, but Chris muffles his attempt with a moan against his lips, both of Terry's hands now cupping his lover's face, his thumbs caressing his cheeks as they continue to kiss fervently.

A few thrusts from both of them is all it takes, Terry coating his stomach, his fingers and as far as his chest with the hot, sticky fluid that erupts from his aching cock, soon collapsing underneath Chris and letting out a huge breath. Soon Chris pulls out of his lover and is soon coating him with his own hot spunk, hitting mainly his stomach and chest before sinking back onto his knees. Both panting the two lovers stare at each other, Chris still between Terry's legs, he leans down, takes a nipple into his mouth and tasting the salty goodness of their love from it before moving upwards and capturing Terry in an affectionate kiss which ends with both of them smiling at one another.

After a while Chris pulls back, that handsome smile on his face, "Come on, stud. Let's get you wash up and clothed. We have to make breakfast for our guests," he replies before climbing off the bed and strolling over to the bathroom on the other side of the room as nature intended. And that's when Terry sees it, or doesn't see it for that matter. The mark on his buttock. It's gone as though it wasn't even there in the first place.

What the hell? Where the hell did it go? It couldn't have healed overnight? Terry wonders as his ears pick up the sound of Chris turning the shower on and the water pitter-pattering against the bathtub. Chris then pops his out from behind the door, "You comin' or do I have to come getcha?" He asks, his tone of voice all playful as he disappears into the room and behind the curtain.

Terry shakes away the thought for now and pushes himself off the bed, feeling the sticky substance on his skin already starting to harden and quickens his pace. I'll tell Sam and Dean as soon as possible. This can't be a good sign. Can it? His thoughts are lost, however, as Chris starts to abuse his neck with light kisses, his hand firm against the back of the neck and both ready for Round 2...

Some time later Dean wakes, blinking his eyes to clear his blurry vision, to the sound of cooking obviously coming from the kitchen downstairs and the seemingly intense light that's peering in through the slit in the curtains, indicating that it's morning already. Turning his head to his right Dean can't help but grin at the sleeping form of his ridiculously tall brother lying next to him, one arm underneath his own pillow while the other's nicely placed on Dean's bare stomach. The eldest then remembers that they're both stark naked underneath the sheets and smiles to himself, remembering their little "escapade" in the shower having fatigued them to the point of sheer exhaustion that they both just collapsed in the sheets.

The smell of sizzling bacon assaults Dean's senses, his stomach grumbling on cue, as he fights the urge to move from his comfy spot. Dean loves his food, don't get him wrong about that fact. He'd practically eat anything if it's cooked, obviously, but the one thing that he loves more than food, or anything else in the world for that matter, is his brother Sam. Sammy. His Sammy. Always and forever.

For a few moments more Dean just basks in the sight of how peaceful Sam looks while he sleeps, his breathing even and his skin soft against his own. Nothing to worry his mind except the fact of where his dreams might take him next. Dean doesn't worry though as Sam hasn't had any disturbing dreams, or visions for that matter, since he killed Yellow-Eyes. Thank God.

Then the softest sound enters his mind as it rouses him from his constant thinking, "You know Dean, you think anymore and your brain's gonna explode," Sam mumbles, his voice deep with sleep and his eyes too as he stares up at Dean, his head resting unperturbed on his shoulder, "Then what would I do?"

Dean has to smirk as he leans forward to capture Sam's lips with a morning kiss, "Good morning Sammy. Sleep well?"

Sam then manoeuvres himself a little higher but still keeping eye contact as he shows off his dimpled smile, "As a matter of fact I did," he takes this moment to steal a swift kiss, "Certainly after last night, anyways. You?"

"Like a baby."

Hearing that word Sam flinches, not meaning for Dean to pick it up as his brows furrow at his sudden reaction, "What? Sam, are you okay?"

Quickly Sam shakes it away, "I'm fine. Just got a chill, that's all." He then moves over onto his back and places his hands on his stomach, staring up at the ceiling.

Leaning onto his side Dean smoothes his hand over Sam's, "How's about I get us some breakfast? Warm you up a bit, hey? What do you say?" Dean's gentle yet raspy voice soothing what's left of Sam's tension away, who looks back at him, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, "I'd say, thank you very much."

Dean smiles with him, softly kissing his lips which taste like the sweet Ambrosia of the Gods, "Okay. Okay, I'll bring it up but you're gonna owe me for it later." He then scoots off the bed, swinging the sheet away from him, as he strolls towards the bathroom butt-naked to relieve himself. Sam ogles him, his attention fully on the two orbs that are bouncing nicely up and down before they disappear behind the door as it closes.

Lying on his back, his eyes now on his stomach as he gently massages it, Sam wonders if the baby can feel it at such an early stage of pregnancy. At that moment Sam realizes something else…he couldn't wait to tell Dean that he's pregnant with his baby after this case's finished and he couldn't wait to see the look on his face when the baby's finally born. Seeing its fingers grasping at nothing but air, its little mouth opening into a yawn, his little toes curling and to see if it looks more like himself or rather like Dean. That's when he hears it. A voice calling at him behind his thoughts, "Sam? Sammy? Are you okay?"

Sam shakes his head again, seeing that Dean's dressed in a pair of jeans and his black Metallica T-shirt, sitting beside him on the bed, "Yeah, sorry. I'm fine, you just caught me day-dreaming that's all."

"Day-dreaming about me, I hope?" Dean smirks, snagging a quick kiss.

"Of course, who else?" Sam replies, returning the kiss before letting Dean go to get them their breakfast, "What would you like?" He asks as he turns away from the door.

"Whatever you're having. Don't hold anything back," Sam beams, the sunlight gleaming against his nicely-tanned skin and making him look positively angelic.

"That's a little daring, even for you Sam but if it's what you want, then I'm not gonna hold you back." Dean then disappears into the hallway and down the stairs, leaving Sam to slowly slip back under the covers, rubbing his stomach in a gentle, circular motion.

When Dean gets to the kitchen he can see Terry slicing up lettuce, tomatoes and cucumbers while the bacon sizzles nicely in the George Foreman. He must use that thing for almost everything! Dean tells himself as he nods good morning to Terry, who notices him entering the room, "Oh, morning Dean. Did you and Sam sleep well last night?" Terry asks as he turns away to attend to the bacon.

Dean smirks as he remembers every amazing detail of their time in the shower last night before realizing that Terry's expecting an answer, "Yeah, very well thank you. How about you? Is Chris still showing the same signs or is there anything different that you might have noticed?"

What happens next Dean doesn't expect. Terry spins on his heels and smiles, as in happy smiling not fake smiling as though trying to hide away his anxiety, "About that, instead of telling you, why don't I show you."

Oh god, what's happened to him now? Can he get any worse than he already is? Dean wonders to himself as he follows Terry into the garden after he's placed the bacon onto a plate so as not to burn them and cause a fire, obviously. Yet as soon as Terry points out Chris, Dean stares at him, his mouth agape and everything, What the hell is going on? He finds himself asking, watching as the supposedly close-to-death blond hanging out their morning wash on the line as though nothing ever happened.

Just then the doorbell rings and Terry goes off to answer it, leaving Dean to mentally question himself about how Chris got from practically being at Death's door only last night to being perfectly fine and normal. There are so many questions inside Dean's head that he wants answered but a familiar voice from somewhere behind him speaks up, losing his focus and turning his attention away from Chris, "Mornin' Dean. Sorry I took so long gettin' here, traffic's been terrible. Anyway, back to the reason I've been called here, tell me everything you and Sam have found out so far on this demon and we'll continue on from there," Bobby declares, taking a seat at the breakfast bar and accepting the cup of coffee that Terry offers. Dean takes the stool next to him and begins to explain everything that's happened since he and Sam got there yesterday morning…