Here it is everyone the second chapter. I do hope you all enjoy.

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Chapter 2

Sam was bent over the toilet heaving. He wanted to cry but he knew crying would be useless. From the first day he had started throwing up every morning he kind of suspected that he was pregnant. He also knew that Dean deserved to know what he did to him, but he was afraid of how he'd react. Sam flushed the toilet and rinsed out his mouth before heading back to the car.

Dean was sitting on the couch watching some show when Sam entered the house. Without a word Sam handed Dean the keys and went upstairs. Dean sighed. He had hoped Sam would say something to him, but he didn't even get a 'Hey, Dean'. Dean put his beer down on the table and walked into the den and found Bobby surrounded by some books.

"I'm gonna work on some cars, if you're looking for me."

Bobby looked up and saw how sad Dean looked and sighed, "You alright, Dean?"

Dean shrugged, "I didn't even get a 'hey' from him. He handed me the keys and went upstairs. I just need to get out of the house for a bit. Maybe I'll head into town for a bit after working on some cars."

Bobby sighed. He was gonna have to talk to Sam. He had an idea as to what happened between the boys but he wasn't sure, but he didn't like the fact that Sam was ignoring Dean. He nodded to Dean.

"Okay."

Dean nodded and left the room. Bobby put down the book he was going through and headed upstairs to the room that Sam and Dean shared. He found Sam laying on the bed with his eyes closed.

"Sam."

Sam opened his eyes and gave a half smile to Bobby, "Hey, Bobby."

Bobby sat down on Dean's bed, "Sam, this has gotta stop."

Sam sat up, "What are you talking about?"

"You need to stop avoiding Dean and talk to him. Look, I'm not gonna pretend I know all that happened between you two, but something obviously happened and instead of walking around here moping about it and snapping and ignoring Dean, talk to him about it."

Sam shook his head, "You don't understand, Bobby, I can't."

"That's a load of bull, Sam. Why don't you go down and talk to him, but I would suggest eating something first. Haven't seen you eat," Bobby smiled slyly.

At the mention of food Sam turned slightly green and shook his head, "No thanks."

Bobby chuckled nodding his head, "You're pregnant, Sam."

Sam put his head down, "Yeah," he whispered. He knew it had been futile to try and hide anything from Bobby.

Bobby nodded, "Let me guess, its Dean's."

"Obviously! I'm eighteen, Bobby, who do you think I am, Dean? I don't just go fuck random people. I was a freaking virgin until Dean stole it from me."

"Whoa, take it easy, Sam it was just a question. And what do you mean, Dean stole it from you?"

Sam shook his head, "Nothing, Bobby, forget it."

"Oh, no, boy, you tell me what you meant. Don't make me beat it outta ya."

Sam sighed, "Dean…raped me."

"He did WHAT! Wait til I get my hands on him."

Sam shook his head, "No, Bobby. He doesn't know. He was drunk that night."

Bobby sighed, "Sam, you need to tell him."

Sam sighed, "Fine."

Bobby stood, "I'll tell him to come up and I'll leave you boys alone. I have to drop off a package for a hunter in town anyway."

"Wait a sec, Bobby. I don't understand."

Bobby smiled, "Sam, you and Dean have been closer than brothers. I've noticed that Dean had feelings for his younger brother when you were thirteen. Now I'm not saying that I'm a hundred percent okay with it, but who am I to judge? As long as I don't gotta witness it, you're fine."

Sam nodded and laid back down. Bobby left the room and headed back downstairs. He found Dean in the kitchen grabbing a beer. Bobby walked over to him and grabbed it out of his hand.

"Hey!"

"Go upstairs and talk to your brother."

Dean slumped, "He doesn't wanna talk to me."

"Yes, he does. He just didn't know how. Go talk to him. I'm heading into town to drop off a package for a hunter. And Dean? Don't do anything stupid."

Dean sighed as he walked upstairs to the room he and Sam shared. He found Sam lying on his back with his hands over his eyes. He shut the door behind him.

"Sam?"

Sam moved his hand from his eyes and gave Dean a weak smile as he sat up. Dean walked over and sat on his bed opposite Sam.

"Bobby said you wanted to talk to me."

"Yeah," Sam whispered putting his head down.

"Well, what is it, little brother? I mean I know I did something to you, but I don't know what."

Sam sighed, "Dean do you remember the werewolf hunt we did a few weeks ago?"

Dean nodded, "Yeah, what about it?"

"Do you remember what happened afterward?"

Dean shrugged, "We went to a bar like usual and got drunk."

"You got drunk, I didn't."

"Oookay?"

Sam sighed. He figured he'd have to just come right out and say it. "Dean, that night, I was raped in the bar bathroom…by you."

Dean shook his head, "No. No. Nice joke Sammy, but I wouldn't do that to you."

Tears came down Sam's face and he nodded, "You did, Dean. I was a virgin until that night. You knew that. I mean you were always teasing me about being an eighteen year old virgin."

"Fuck, Sammy."

"Do you know what you said to me?" Sam asked tears falling down but he didn't bother to wipe them away.

Dean shook his head. Sam nodded,

"You said, 'Know you want me, Sammy, can see it. Want you too. Gonna show you how much.' And you took me, Dean."

"Fuck, baby boy, I'm sorry. I…"

"You wanna know the worst part of it is?"

"There's more?"

Sam nodded, "I'm pregnant, Dean."

"Fuck, no!" Dean stood up and paced the floor. "This cannot be fucking happening. This is just some twisted joke. You're a fucking dude, Sammy there's no way you can be pregnant."

"Dean, obviously, I can. Apparently I must be part of the five percent group of males who have a mutated gene that allows for them to get pregnant."

"Shit, Sam! Why the fuck didn't you tell me this before?"

"I wasn't sure how you'd react. And I was afraid."

"Dammit, Sammy."

"Dean, is it true?"

"What, Sammy?"

"You love me? Bobby said that he noticed how you've been in love with me since I was thirteen. Is it true?"

Dean sat back down on the bed and sighed, "Yeah, it is. I know, it's sick but I can't help it."

Sam smiled, "Not sick, Dean. I've been in love with you since I was fourteen."

"Yeah?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah."

Sam leaned forward and pulled Dean into a searing kiss. Dean moaned and stood up breaking the kiss. Sam whined and Dean chuckled as he pushed Sam back on the bed and straddled him and crushed their mouths together.

"Fuck, Sammy."

Sam moaned and arched his back as he tried deepening the kiss. Once the need for air became too strong to ignore the brothers pulled back and Dean lay next to Sam.

"What do we do now, Dean?"

Dean sighed and shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't sure.

TBC...