I apologize for taking so long with an update. I've been busy and apparently my muse decided to take a vacation or something.

Warnings and Disclaimer: See chapter 1

CWC: 2,004

Enjoy!

Chapter 3

The next morning Dean woke up alone. At first he panicked and then he heard his brother retching in the bathroom again. He quickly jumped up and ran to check on him. Dean could tell Sam had been there for a while by the way Sam's knuckles had turned white with the grip on the toilet seat and how sweaty his face had become.

"Sammy?"

Sam waved him away and sat up slightly, "G'way, Dean."

Dean frowned, "Why?"

"Don't wantchu seeing me like this."

Dean chuckled as he grabbed a washcloth and wet it with warm water. He knelt down in front of Sam and proceeded to wipe his face.

"Please, Sammy, I've seen you at your worst. Dude, I can't tell you how many times you've been sick and thrown up on me. This ain't nothing, kiddo," Dean smiled affectionately as he wiped the sweat from his brother's face.

Sam shook his head, "This is different. This isn't just because I'm sick. This is because I'm pregnant Dean."

"I know, Sammy."

Dean chucked the washcloth in the sink and helped his brother stand and turned toward the shower and turned it on before turning back to Sam and proceeded to strip him before settling him under the shower.

"Gonna join me?" Sam asked hopefully. Dean shook his head.

"Can't, baby boy. As much as I would love to, I'm pretty sure Bobby wouldn't appreciate that."

Sam pouted but nodded. Dean gave Sam a quick kiss on the lips before walking out of the bathroom. Dean went downstairs and found Bobby in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee. Dean poured himself a cup and sat down.

"Where's Sam?"

"Taking a shower. He's been puking all morning."

Bobby nodded, "That's normal. So I guess you boys talked, huh?"

Dean sighed a little as he sipped his coffee, "Yeah. Bobby what kinda brother am I that takes advantage of his little brother like that?"

Bobby put down the book he was reading and took a sip of coffee before looking at Dean, "Dean, you were drunk, it happens."

"That's no excuse, Bobby! And what the fuck do you mean 'it happens'? Shit like that doesn't just happen. Who in their right mind rapes their own brother?"

Bobby smiled, "Dean obviously you care enough about your brother to admit that you made a mistake. Most people wouldn't even acknowledge that."

"He's my brother, Bobby. I love him as a brother should and more. I know that's wrong, but I can't help it. But dude, why the fuck would I do that to him? I'd never wanna hurt Sammy. And if that's not enough I got him fucking pregnant."

"Dean everyone makes mistakes."

"Not this kind, Bobby. I mean Sam's fucking eighteen! I really fucked up this time. I mean imagine what dad would say if he were here."

"John's not here, Dean so forget about that. What do you wanna do?"

"What?"

"What do you wanna do?"

Dean shrugged, "I don't know, Bobby."

Bobby shook his head, "That's the wrong answer. You sound like someone who's about to give up. What do you wanna do?"

Dean frowned, "What do you mean?"

Bobby sighed, "What do you wanna do about everything? The fact that Sam's pregnant at eighteen by his older brother, that you're in love with Sam and have been for a while, about the baby in general, about hunting. Dean, what the fuck do you wanna do?"

"I DON'T KNOW! Dammit, Bobby, I don't know what I wanna do. Like I said I love Sam more than a brother should, and yes maybe Sam's feeling the same but I'm not sure and I'm not gonna push him into anything he doesn't want. I'm not entirely happy that I got my brother pregnant, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna make him get rid of the baby," Dean huffed and shook his head, "I told you I don't know."

Bobby chuckled, "Obviously you do know what you wanna do. And the first thing I would suggest is taking Sam to see a doctor."

"That's gonna be embarrassing."

Dean looked up as Sam walked in the kitchen in a pair of worn jeans and a light blue t-shirt. His hair was still damp from the shower. Sam smiled at him as he went to pour himself a cup of coffee.

Dean frowned, "Should you be drinking coffee?"

Sam smiled, "As far as I've heard, you can drink coffee when you're pregnant but not as much. More like a cup a day."

Dean nodded. Bobby chuckled softly. He had a feeling that now Dean was slightly okay with all of this, he was going to mother hen Sam. "You really should see a doctor, Sam. They'll be able to tell you how far along you are, and the best course of action to take to ensure you and the baby stay healthy."

Sam sat down next to Dean and sighed, "I guess you're right. It's just embarrassing."

"Sam, you're not the only male who has gotten pregnant and there are some doctors out there that deal with male pregnancies," Bobby assured him.

"I guess."

"If you want I can make some calls around here and see if I can find someone that's maybe willing to come to the house."

"Please?" Sam asked whining.

Dean chuckled, "What's the matter, Sammy?"

Sam shook his head, "Nothing."

Sam knew what was wrong. He had done some research on pregnancies after his shower and he knew what he was feeling right now. He didn't like it at all and he wasn't sure if he should tell Dean in case Dean laughed at him. He sipped his coffee and tried not to make eye contact with Dean because the way he was feeling right now, he would've jumped Dean whether Bobby was in the room or not. Dean seemed to realize something was wrong.

"Sammy, what's the matter, kiddo?" He asked making Sam look at him in the face.

Sam shook his head, "Nothing, Dean. I just…I gotta…" Sam leaped from his chair and left the room in a hurry.

"What's that all about?"

Bobby shrugged, "Why don't you find out? I got some calls to make."

Dean shrugged and took both Sam's and his cups to the sink and then took off after his brother. He found Sam sitting on his bed crossed legged rocking back and forth. Dean frowned as he walked into the room and sat on his bed.

"Sammy, I know something's wrong. Tell me."

Sam shook his head, "I can't, you'll laugh at me."

"No I won't."

Dean took in how flushed Sam's skin was and he had an idea as to what could be wrong but he wanted Sam to tell him. "Sammy, I promise I won't laugh," he said.

Sam looked up, "Fine. M'fucking horny, Dean."

Dean chuckled, "That's the big problem? What's the matter with that?"

Sam shook his head, "No, Dean, I'm really horny."

And to prove his point he jumped Dean. He quickly scrambled onto his brother's lap and attacked his mouth in almost a punishing way. Dean moaned low in his throat. He deepened the kiss as he thrust his tongue in Sam's mouth and explored the recesses of said mouth. Sam gripped Dean's biceps and started grinding his hips against Dean's.

"Fuck, Sammy," Dean panted pulling away from the kiss.

"Need you, Dean."

"Door."

Sam grinned and jumped off Dean's lap as he hurried to shut the door. Then scrambled back on Dean's lap. Dean kissed him again and allowed his hands to slide underneath Sam's shirt and he tweaked a nipple. Sam arched his back and moaned.

"Shh, baby, we gotta be quiet."

Dean played with Sam's nipples for a few minutes before deciding to actually rid Sam of his shirt. Dean took a nipple into his mouth and suckled gently before nipping it.

"Fuck," Sam panted.

Dean inwardly chuckled. He continued with Sam's left nipple until he brought it to hardness and moved on to the right nipple. Sam's hands gripped the hem of Dean's shirt and he tugged.

"Off."

Dean nodded and lifted his arms so Sam could remove his t-shirt. Dean shifted slightly and had Sam laying on his back while he kissed him. Sam's legs automatically went around Dean's waist. Dean groaned as Sam ground his hips upward against Dean's.

"Dean," Sam whined.

"Hang on, Sammy."

Dean lifted himself as he removed his brother's jeans and boxers. He licked his lips as Sam's erection sprang free. Sam groaned at that.

"Dean, c'mon, stop staring at me."

"Sorry little brother it's just that you're big. Who'd ever thought little Sammy would be packing?"

"Dean," Sam whined.

Dean chuckled, "Alright, Sammy, I gotcha."

Dean climbed off the bed and rummaged through his duffle. Sam was clearly getting frustrated. He was horny and Dean wasn't helping.

"Dean, what are you looking for?"

"Lube and condoms."

"Don't need the condoms."

Dean looked up, "Sammy."

"No. Now come on and fuck me already."

Dean chuckled as he located the lube, "Pushy."

Dean made quick work of prepping Sam. Making sure to be gentle and take his time unlike when he raped him. After a few minutes of stretching Sam with his three fingers, Dean removed them gently causing Sam to whine. He slicked up his cock and gently eased it in. Sam whimpered in pain and Dean had to remember this was only Sam's second time. He paused.

"Easy, you're okay, just breathe, baby boy."

Sam did what Dean instructed and after a minute the pain subsided and he told Dean to move. Dean continued easing his cock in and had gotten about halfway in when Sam whimpered in pain again.

"Hurts, Dean," Sam whimpered.

"I know, Sammy, breathe for me. You gotta relax."

"I'm trying."

Dean leaned down and captured Sam's mouth in a deep kiss. He planned to distract Sam with kisses as he pushed inside. Before Sam knew it, Dean was fully seated inside and pulled away from the kiss.

"Tell me when."

"Move."

Dean began moving gently. He withdrew and would ease back in just getting Sam used to having him inside. Sam moaned softly as his pain started to be replaced with pleasure.

"Faster, Dean."

Dean picked up his pace and started to thrust harder looking for Sam's special spot.

"Holy Fuck!" Sam screamed when Dean hit it.

Dean chuckled as he continued to thrust harder.

"Mm, yes."

Dean lifted one of Sam's legs as he changed the angle of his hips so that he hit Sam's prostate with each thrust.

"Yes! Oh, god, Dean! Harder!" Sam screamed.

Dean dropped Sam's leg and kissed him hard. He didn't know how much his brother was a screamer. He normally didn't mind. He liked screamers, but not while they were in Bobby's house. Dean could tell Sam was getting close by the way his ass was pulsating around his cock. He angled his hips again and thrust deep and faster. Sam gripped his cock and jerked it in time with Dean's thrusts. Dean gave one particularly hard thrust to Sam's prostate and Sam was done. He came with a loud scream as he shot all over his hand and stomach. Dean thrust twice more before he came with a shout.

Sam grinned lazily at Dean. Dean chuckled and kissed him.

"You okay?"

"Mhm. Fantastic," he slurred.

Dean chuckled again, "Pulling out."

Sam winced slightly as Dean pulled out. Dean grabbed his boxers and started to get up when Sam stopped him.

"Where are you going?"

"To get something to clean up with."

"Mm."

Dean headed into the bathroom and used a washcloth to clean himself up with and then wet it again before taking it back to Sam. Dean laughed as he saw the sight his brother made. He gently cleaned Sam up and then tossed the washcloth toward the door and then crawled in the bed beside Sam.

"I love you, Dean."

"Love you too, Sammy."

TBC...