Hey kiddos. Sorry for the wait, I actually did start on this immediately after the last chapter was posted, but slowed down towards the end…which I haven't read all the way through. But I think all of you can expect that by now.
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Love
It took Dean another fifteen minutes lying wrapped up in Sam before he finally had enough strength and will to get up and clean off. He gently untangled himself from his brother and rolled out of bed, trying not to smear the come on his body over the comforter and failing pretty miserably. He added 'get clean sheets' to his list of things to do.
"Be right back Sammy," He whispered to his half asleep brother who was looking up at him through bleary, red eyes, frowning.
"What are you doing?" He asked before yawning, "It's cold now."
Dean smirked lovingly down at his brother, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead, "Just gonna clean off real quick and get some new sheets. You can move to the other bed if you don't wanna wait." He offered quietly, running his hand down the side of Sam's head, his fingers brushing through his drying, tangled locks.
"No," Sam whispered, "I wanna come." He said, pushing himself up on the bed with sapped, shaking arms and rolling over until his feet hit the cold floor, shivering.
"Alright then. Come on, I'm cold too." Dean said helping his brother stand and bringing him into the bathroom, turning on the shower as soon as the door shut.
"Come here." Dean whispered over the sounds of the pelting spray as he wrapped his arms around his brother, waiting for the water to warm. He tugged Sam close to his body to share heat, running his hands up and down Sam's back as he clung to him tightly, rubbing the drying come on their bellies and chests together uncomfortably.
"Gross Dean," Sam whispered, chuckling into his neck, "You got us all…gross."
Dean laughed and swatted Sam's ass before backing up and testing the water, "It's your fault." He said, pulling his hand back out and shaking off the water, "It's warm. We can get you un-gross now princess."
Sam chuckled again pushing Dean into the shower, "Shut up." He ordered following his brother into the water, "Ah wow, that feels good." He praised, moaning obscenely as the heat of the shower flooded over him and dipping his head down to wet his hair before flipping it back up to get it out of his face.
Dean watched with riveted eyes as Sam's hair flung to the side and stuck to his cheek - watched the beads of water clinging to his skin roll down and bounce off the hardened muscles in his shoulders and back - the steam billowing up around him, flushing his face and skin. If there was any come left in his body, he thought he just might get hard again simply looking at him.
Sam finally noticed Dean wasn't joining him under the water and turned the rest of the way around to face him, a question in his eyes. Dean smiled crookedly and shook his head dismissively before stepping forward and into the spray, circling his arms around Sam's middle.
Sam smiled back, whispering a laugh as his arms slipped around his brother too, feeling Dean's hands slowly wander to the mound of his stomach, rubbing light circles into the tight skin.
Sam sighed into Dean's wet spikes before backing up, reaching for the soap on the wrack and spinning it in his hands as he watched Dean wet the rest of his body. Sam took a step forward till his back blocked the spray and looked into Dean's eyes, smiling softly as his hands ran over his taut stomach, cleaning off his rippled muscles before moving lower. He gently washed off his sensitive cock with light, quick hands before continuing down, rubbing his balls gently in his palm.
Dean sucked in a quiet breath at the gentle cleaning, watching Sam's hands with fascination, "You trying for round two Sammy?" He asked, the hint of a smirk playing at his lips.
Sam laughed, "Hell no." He shook his head, "After that, I don't even have enough energy to think about round two. I'm about ready to pass out right here." He said softly, shaking his head again as his hands moved down to Dean's thighs and hips, gradually working up his torso again, gently washing over the bruises his teeth had left on his chest.
"Well, considering your young stamina I'm surprised, thought I was supposed to be the old one," He snickered, using Sam's teasing words from the carnival against him, "I must pretty good in my old age to have you all worn out." Dean said playfully, smiling smugly at his brother.
Sam opened his mouth to retort but slowly shut it again as he shook his head, "I'm too tired to even think of a come back…" He smiled washing languidly over Dean's arms.
Dean laughed quietly, his head falling back.
"Yeah, yeah laugh it up big brother, karma's a bitch." Sam reminded, "Now rinse off." He demanded softly, a smile still capering at his lips as he switched places with Dean and let him wash the suds off his skin. Sam slowly looked over Dean's back, wincing as he noticed the impressive claw marks he'd left on his skin, seeing a few of them raised and deep enough to still be leaking small trails of blood.
Sam took the bar in his hands again, soaping them up and putting it back before bringing his hands gently down onto his brother's back. He slowly began spreading the bubbling cleanser over his skin, being as tender as he could with the tears in his flesh as he cleaned them out.
Dean sucked in a surprised breath, finally feeling the scratches as Sam's hands brought attention to them, "Oh, you got me good Sammy." He said, huffing a laugh as he hunched his back and rolled his head, stretching out the muscles, "Guess Karma is a bitch." He muttered to himself.
Sam huffed, "I guess it is," he mumbled back as his hands continued down with the soap, carefully moving over his muscles before reaching his lower back, brushing over the dimples there and the curve of his ass, slipping a finger softly into the crease.
Dean tensed almost imperceptibly under his hands, "Careful Sammy." He cautioned softly.
"Alright. I just wanna make sure you're okay." He whispered, letting his head fall forward to kiss him on the shoulder before kneeling down, pushing a hand into the middle of Dean's back, "Lean forward."
"I'm perfectly fine Sammy, chill-"
"Dean please, just humor me." Sam pleaded, his protective side taking over his guilt as he thought over the idea of Dean being hurt or in lasting pain because of him.
So Dean sighed, buckling at the look in his brother's eyes as he complied, resting his forearms against the shower wall and letting his head hang between them, spreading his legs a little to compensate his brother.
Sam lathered his hands to wash the perfectly rounded globes of Dean's ass before carefully spreading him, noting the quiet hiss he got in response, and looked over the swollen, abused hole, still slightly leaking his come. Sam flinched indiscernibly, looking at the red tissue and as softly as he could, circled his soapy fingers over him, washing away the last remnants of his seed.
Dean grunted at the touch before choking out a strange laugh, "Damn Sammy you really got me good." He shook his head, "Jesus your hung like a fucking horse."
Sam blew out a frustrated breath, "I knew I would hurt you." He said seriously, not a trace of humor in his tone as he pushed Dean's hips farther into the spray, washing away the suds to clear his view once more. He tried to get a second glance and make sure he hadn't torn him, but Dean pulled out of his grasp, turning around too abruptly for him to get a chance.
"Come on Sammy don't be like that. I'm fine." He assured, looking sternly into Sam's eyes before softening his gaze, seeing the hurt in his brother's eyes and dipping his head forward to kiss along his jaw, "It was incredible, Sammy. And I wouldn't have changed anything." He said pulling Sam close, running his nails over his scalp as his lips brushed over his ear, "You felt fucking incredible, how can you question that." He asked lowly, brushing over Sam's now clean belly, "Fuck just thinking about it…I could probably get hard again."
Sam sighed shakily, his arms tightening around Dean's neck, "God…me too." He admitted, his heart picking up its pace a little as his dick giving a valiant twitch, remembering the way it felt being buried inside all that unfathomable heat, the astonishing grip of his tight hole. Sam groaned and pushed himself off his brother.
"Shit, we can't start this up again," Sam stated, shaking his head to emphasize his words as he tried to calm his racing heart, "You're beat to hell and I wouldn't be able to not fuck you after that." He explained, whispering gruffly and gently shaking his head again– his mind intent on fighting as it continued to replay their night over again for him, "We should at least try and get a few hours of sleep while its actually still dark out anyway." Sam reasoned, trying to keep his head on straight even as Dean's tantalizingly beautiful, naked body still beckoned to him just a few inches away.
Dean sighed, squeezing his eyes shut, "Yeah, guess you're right. Plus I don't think I could be that quiet again without taking my finger off or something," He chuckled, bringing his hand up to inspect where he'd bitten down earlier as he came.
Sam gasped soundlessly in shock, moving forward to inspect his discolored finger closer. "Shit Dean, when'd you do this?"
"When do you think, Sam." He deadpanned.
Sam ignored him and turned his hand over, looking at the black and blue bruise on his forefinger surrounding a few imprints of Dean's teeth where they'd torn through the skin. "Jesus dude, that's crazy." Sam breathed, running his finger over the cuts and bringing back a faint spot of blood, "Damn…you really shouldn't need a med kit after sex." He joked half-heartedly.
"Nah, you definitely should. That's when you know it was good." Dean countered with a cocky smile, removing his hand from his brother's grasp and grabbing the shampoo, "C'mere." He whispered, still grinning like a moron.
Sam laughed swatting at Dean's hand before letting him wrestle him over and shampoo his long matted locks. The massaging fingers against his scalp slowly brought back the exhaustion Sam had been fighting off earlier, relaxing him into his stupor again before Dean rinsed him off.
They finished quickly after that, feeling their prior fatigue slowly setting in, weighing their limbs down and making their lids heavy. Sam was pulling up his boxers, still damp but too tired to bother properly drying off, when he caught a glimpse of Dean's back again.
"Oh hang on, let me put some stuff on those before we pass out. And your hand too." Sam mumbled reaching under their sink for the white box and setting it on the counter.
"Really man?" Dean whined, "Let's just go. I'm dead on my feet."
"Dean, look at your back." Sam said, gesturing to the mirror, "They may not feel bad but they're pretty deep, deep enough to still be bleeding. And plus we gotta make the bed first anyway or the room's gonna smell like sex for Meyer and Bobby tomorrow. So wake your ass up a little and help me out." He said as he sat Dean onto the toilet and got out antibiotic cream and a few Band-Aids.
Dean groaned in complaint but did as he was told and sat still while Sam dressed his scratches and wrapped up his swollen finger. It didn't take more than five minutes, but Dean was already half-dreaming by the time they were done. Sam huffed a tired laugh as Dean startled on the toilet seat, yanking his eyes open as Sam stood and packed up the kit.
"Come on brother," Sam said wrapping one of Dean's arms over his shoulder and helping him up, moving them both across the room. "Sleep," He said dropping him down onto the clean bed before pulling the covers up over his lax form.
Dean squinted up at Sam, "The bed," He whispered trying to get up again.
"Go to sleep Dean. I got it. I'll be there in a few minutes, promise." He consoled pushing Dean back into the mattress and kissing the corner of his mouth before running a hand down his cheek, resting it over his heart. Dean was asleep by the time he backed away enough to see him.
Sam smiled adoringly down at his sleeping brother, studying the perfectly slack set of his features, the tiniest trace of a smile shaping his lips, the steady, deep breaths filing in and out of him, moving his sculpted chest mesmerizingly.
"G'night Dean." He whispered through a tired, loving smile before moving up to gather clean sheets from the closet and undressing the bed. He went as fast as his tired limbs would let him and soon had the bed dressed in clean sheets, stuffing the old ones in the hamper and finally, finally falling into bed with his brother.
He snuggled up to his back, breathing against the little hairs at the base of his neck, tickling his nose. Dean rolled over into the contact, snuffling and humming as he jostled around, and cradled Sam to his chest, his hand coming to rest over their children, his other propped under Sam's head. His brother smiled widely pulling himself into Dean's embrace and snuggling in before they both fell deeply asleep, marking the end to a day neither would ever forget.
Sam slowly woke the next morning shuffling on his pillow, breathing out a deep sigh as his eyes fluttered open. His foggy mind slowly came to process that his pillow felt taut, moving his head in a steady rhythm as little hairs tickled his lips. He blinked his eyes harder to clear them, squinting in the bright light of the sun flooding their room, and saw a familiar trail of blonde hair sprawling down under the waist band of black pajama pants.
He smiled contentedly as he realized where he was and turned his head down to press a soft kiss to Dean's stomach, his arm slung over his brother's waist, drawing patterns lightly over his ribs. Sam closed his eyes again and stretched, knowing his brother was awake under him as he shuffled around onto his other side, turning his head over to peer up at Dean. His brother's lids were heavy as he stared down at him, his mouth tilted up into a small smirk and his hair tousled and un-jelled against his forehead.
"Morning." He husked running a hand down Sam's hair, "Comfy?" He asked, his tone smug and playful as he flexed his stomach a few times, bouncing Sam's head.
Sam laughed and smacked him lightly, "I was."
"Yeah, I can imagine pillows would be overrated when you've got me around." Dean said nonchalantly, shrugging down at Sam.
"Yeah…I should probably get up now." Sam said, pushing himself onto the other side of the bed, "I don't think your ego could take much more, if it gets much bigger I'm afraid you'll explode." He explained dramatically, widening his eyes at Dean as he threw off the covers.
Dean chuckled and rolled over, throwing himself over his brother, "No way your going anywhere just yet Sammy. Too warm."
Sam huffed a laugh, shoving at his brother just as a knock sounded at the door. Dean pushed himself up and turned around to lean against the back of the headboard, Sam mimicking him.
"Come in." Dean called, apparently unfazed by the idea of Bobby or Meyer seeing them in bed together, even half naked. Sam on the other hand shot him a glare and tried to pull the covers over himself as the door creaked open and Meyer stepped in.
"Morning boys," Meyer greeted easily, settling Sam's nerves, "Didn't mean to disturb anything, it's twelve so I thought you might be up, but, if not I'll make it quick." He began, lifting his hands in the air apologetically, "Just wanted to see if, since we never got a chance to do our five month check up when it was originally planned, you maybe wanted to do it today. I know you don't work Dean so I thought it would be a good opportunity." Meyer suggested, looking back and forth between the two boys.
"Um, sure yeah." Sam answered, his expression thoughtful and eager as he looked to Dean to make sure it was all right. He nodded his consent, smiling over at his brother.
"Great," Meyer enthused, "Well there's left over breakfast downstairs when you boys are hungry. I have to take care of something, just be gone a few hours, but when I get back we'll get started."
Sam nodded as Dean spoke.
"Where you going?" He asked, obviously unable to quell his curiosity since the doctor really hadn't been out anywhere for something personal since he'd arrived.
"Oh, um…a hunter's passing through town today. Injured himself with a shape shifter a few days ago, just a town over. I'm going to meet him to check on his injuries. He said he's alright, but he called Bobby to see if he could stay here for a few days, so I thought the least I could do was check on him. We're putting him up in a nearby motel."
"Well, who is it? Does he really need to stay here?" Sam asked worriedly, hating that his presence at the house was hindering someone, especially a hunter.
"I'm sure he's fine Sam, if he could drive himself here, he's okay." Meyer eased, "And his name's Caleb, I've never met him before but-"
"Wait, Caleb?" Dean interrupted, "As in dad's friend Caleb?"
Meyer looked dumbfounded, "Oh, I don't know. How many hunters are there named Caleb?" He asked rhetorically, "It might be him." He shrugged, feeling a little uncomfortable and on the spot, wondering now if should've said anything about it at all.
"You can bring him here." Sam said suddenly, "I'll just stay up here, it's fine. If he needs help, and it could be dad's friend, he should be able to come here. Don't refuse him 'cause of me. I can't hog the only hunter's doctor out there." He said lightly, shrugging, "I really don't mind."
"No, it'll be too hard to hide from him, I'm not locking you up here so that he can be more comfortable." Dean interjected, shaking his head, "Meyer will go see him, make sure he's alright, and that'll be that."
Sam shrugged again, "Okay, I was just trying to help."
Meyer smiled fondly down at his young patient, "I'll go see if he's okay and report back, just sit tight and I'll be home in a couple hours."
"Alright sounds good doc."
Meyer nodded and left, closing the door behind him, "You're way too self sacrificing bro," Dean chuckled shaking his head, "Let's go see if we've got anything good in the kitchen."
"I just didn't wanna be taking advantage of Meyer and Bobby. If someone else needs them, of course I'm gonna feel bad that they can't help 'cause of me. Specially if it was one of dad's friends." Sam explained quietly as he climbed out of bed and dressed for the day.
Dean sobered at Sam's words and nodded, "But I'm sure Caleb's just fine, Sammy, and they are helping. So let it go and let's eat."
Sam sighed and followed Dean down the stairs, trying to shake off his guilt and let himself enjoy the sunny afternoon. They ate in silence quickly and Dean took in their dishes, cleaning up after them before joining Sam back at the table.
"So, what do you feel like doing today brother?" He asked reclining back in his chair, wincing subtly with the movement but noting with gratitude that Sam didn't catch him.
"I don't know, it's your day off. What do you wanna do?"
Dean hesitated a moment, his hands hovering over the table before he placed them down and pushed himself out of his seat again, walking over to a little backpack leaning against the wall. He grabbed it and walked back over, shooting Sam a slightly encouraging look before taking his seat, setting the backpack on the table.
"Well, I was hoping I could talk to you about something." Dean started as he unzipped the pack.
"Dean, you're freaking me out."
"Sam relax, it's not a big deal." He consoled, pulling out their laptop, "I just wanted to talk to you, about…school." Dean said a little apprehensively, fully aware he was treading in rocky waters but hoping nothing he brought up would hit a wrong nerve.
Sam's expression went from skeptically curious to crestfallen the second the word school was uttered. "Oh." He mumbled, "Yeah, right."
"Sammy I know you've always been big on education and grades and classes and shit, and I know it's not exactly possible now for you to keep going to high school, but I thought, you know, while we still have time before the kids are here, that maybe you'd consider getting your GED instead." Dean suggested softly, taking Sam's hand and rubbing small circles into the back of it with his thumb, "I know it's not ideal and it's not a diploma, but I thought maybe you'd want to consider it." He shrugged, squeezing Sam's hand as he looked apprehensively into his eyes, hating the barely-masked pain he saw there.
"Yeah Dean, you're right. It's a good idea." He nodded, trying to smile, "I'll start researching how to do it today."
"I've already got all the sites and numbers you'll need, I've been looking into it the past couple days at work. Just in case." Dean shrugged again, "The sites are all favorited, you can take a look at them whenever you feel like it – if you ever feel like it. But if you don't wanna do this Sam, if you wanna wait and try to go back and graduate later, I'll do whatever I can to make it work, alright? Don't feel like this is your only option, I just thought it should be considered…. You know, now that things are settling down a little, I thought it'd be a good time to start talking about stuff like this." Dean said, looking meaningfully into Sam's eyes.
"I guess it is about time we start discussing this stuff – school and saving money and preparing for the kids and, I don't know, everything else. Trying to figure out what exactly were gonna do…about…well, everything." Sam chuckled a little haplessly, dropping and shaking his head.
"Hey, we're okay." Dean ensured rubbing a hand down Sam's arm, "Just because we start talking about the future doesn't automatically mean we start freaking out or feeling overwhelmed again. It's gonna be a lot of work, whatever we decide to do, but that doesn't mean it's not gonna be worth it." He said moving his hand to rest over Sam's rounded stomach.
Sam nodded, giving a small but genuine smile this time, and moved his hand over Dean's, "Yeah you're right." He paused for a minute, his expression betraying his whirling thoughts.
"And there's uh, something I've kind of been wanting to talk to you about too." Sam breached slowly, sliding his hand off Dean's, "I think its time we do something about that doctor." He said bluntly, flickering his eyes up to his brother's, making sure whom he spoke of was clear. "I know it's random, finally bringing him up now, but lately I…can't keep from thinking about what he's doing out there. If he's still doing this," He gestured to his belly, "to people who don't want it - if it's working now or if he's still killing people…if he's…looking for you and me. I don't know Dean, I don't know what to think, I just can't get him out of my head." He said, rubbing his temples helplessly.
"It really didn't bother me a lot in the beginning, I was more focused on other things, but like you said…now that things are kind of calming down, I can't help it. I want to know that people are safe from him, that we're safe from him." Sam admitted, looking over fearfully and determinedly at Dean.
He let out a heavy sigh and straightened up in his seat, "Honestly, he's been weighing on my mind too." Dean confessed, "I didn't wanna bring it up cause I didn't wanna worry you, but I do think about him. What he's doing and shit, but Sammy… I'm not scared of him. And you shouldn't be either, I don't want you worrying about him, I'll keep us all safe, you know that. But I do understand you wanting to keep other people safe from him, 'cause I feel the same way. When I think about what he did to us and to all those other innocent people…it makes me so fuckin' sick I could just take off and drive till I was at his front door to beat his ass and throw him in jail myself. But since I know I can't do that…I 've tried not to think about it."
Sam nodded, "That's what I've been doing too, just pushing him out of my head and trying to pretend he doesn't exist – that he isn't a threat anymore – but now I'm, having a harder time ignoring him. Cause we should do something, Dean. Other people could be out there getting killed because we've been brushing the issue aside." Sam reminded, anguish in his eyes.
"I know Sammy, but that's why I've been doing it…'cause what exactly can we do?"
Sam opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to find some plan to fix this "Maybe we could call a couple hunters and have them take care of him."
"Okay first off, take care of him as in…kill him?"
"I don't know, no. No, he's human, he should be…put in prison, the law should take care of him."
"Okay. Then second…how exactly are these hunters supposed to get him into the laws hands and how are we going to get them to even try without explaining what happened to us?"
"Fuck, I don't know Dean, I just…" Sam sighed dismally, out of options, "I just wanted to help." His head dropped, defeated, "Forget it."
"Look, I'm sorry Sammy, I want to take care of him just as much as you do – every instinct in me has been screaming to go after those guys since this whole thing started. But you're my number one priority, and I'm not leaving you here alone to go after him myself or spending time and effort that could be focused on us to gather a group and figure out some plan to get him. I'd have just called the cops a long time ago if I thought we could actually do that, get him in jail, and not get involved or discovered ourselves, but I know that we can't. We don't have any control over this without putting ourselves and our situation in the public's eye. And having you taken away to be studied or some shit…? It's just not an option."
"I know. I know, sorry I brought it up. I just wanted to help, but…we gotta focus on our kids before everything else. I know that."
Dean agreed however reluctantly and nodded, "So, we worry about him later, maybe ask Bobby and Meyer for some advice. And, we…keep doing what we've been doing. Saving money and lying low and keeping all the evil shit off our backs. We've been doing a pretty good job so far, I don't wanna jeopardize anything by chasing after homicidal psychos who want to study and showcase us."
Sam shuddered at the thought and settled with their decision, "You're right." Silence fell at the table again as they processed their conversation.
"Well, I guess now that that's settled…" Sam began again, a little hesitant to change the subject but needing to break the quiet anyway, "And we're on the topic of the future and whatever…I'm almost a full five months." He pointed out anxiously, "We should start, I don't know, maybe thinking about names and stuff." He said, though it sounded like more of a question than a suggestion.
Dean's face broke into an unexpected smile, his brow crumpling for a second, as if he were studying something, "You're adorable when you're nervous Sammy." He teased brushing his hand over Sam's chin. He swatted his hand away, glaring. "Okay, okay sorry. You're right, I think it's a good idea, lets start thinking of names." He conceded, a small smile still lingering at his lips.
Sam couldn't help grinning back, "Alright." He settled, "So…you got anything?"
Dean chuckled, "Well, in the five seconds I've considered it…no, unfortunately. I've got nothin'."
"Smart ass."
Dean nodded, humming thoughtfully, "It's got a nice ring to it, but I think it might proceed a reputation for the kid, don't you?"
Sam laughed, shaking his head, "Glad to see you're taking this seriously."
"Of course Sammy," Dean bowed his head.
"Well, just think on it and tell me when you've got something. Maybe we could get a book, go through it together and pick out stuff we like." Sam shrugged.
"Sure Sammy, sounds-" Dean started to agree before he was cut off by the sound of the front door creaking open and slamming closed.
"Meyer?" Sam called, slowly pushing himself out of his chair and following Dean into the front room. Meyer was taking off his sweater and stepping out of shoes when Dean and Sam emerged to greet him. He didn't look overly disheveled or stressed, so Sam breathed a little easier, getting the impression that things had gone alright with Caleb.
"So, how was he?" Dean asked as Meyer stepped between the boys and headed out through the living room and into the kitchen.
"Caleb was…okay." Meyer gave, tipping his head to the side in a half nod as he pulled a cup from the cabinets.
"Okay?" Sam questioned, his heart plummeting at the unease in Meyer's voice.
"Yeah, he was…well, he'll live." He conceded as he filled his cup with water, "He had a few lacerations that needed stitching, a bullet still lodged in his right shoulder…left leg was fractured in three places. I was surprised he made it here," Meyer admitted calmly, "But he did, he made the twenty minute drive alone, navigated his way and everything…. He's tough, obviously. So I have complete faith that he'll heal up just fine."
"Did you leave him there alone?" Sam asked accusatorily.
"No, no. Bobby's there with him now." Meyer ensured just as calmly, taking a drink from his water.
Sam blew out a sigh, his cheeks puffing out as his shoulders slumped and he shook his head. "I have a bad feeling about this. Why doesn't he just go to a hospital?"
"Bullet wounds, he's adamant on not going. Didn't wanna deal with the questions and insurance. I couldn't change his mind." Meyer shook his head, shrugging helplessly. "I'm gonna go back over there tomorrow morning, I asked Bobby to stay tonight incase anything goes wrong, he'll be able to let me know."
Sam scoffed, "This is ridiculous, he should be here." He muttered quietly, turning his head away in self-deprecation.
"Stop it Sammy," Dean intervened before Meyer had the chance, "We've been over this. It's okay, Caleb's gonna be okay, don't stress over it."
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's words, keeping his head turned as he did so and shuffling his stance. Dean shook his head and gave up, taking a step away from his brother.
"Alright enough of that," Meyer quelled, "Caleb is fine Sam, we're taking good care of him, I promise." He paused taking a breath, "Now onto a lighter subject, you guys ready to see the kids?" He asked, putting some enthusiasm into his voice.
Sam didn't move to answer, but it was clear in the way his eyes softened and his lips twitched up that the news was welcomed. And looking at the way Dean's expression mirrored Sam's, Meyer didn't need any spoken words to know their answer.
"Alright then," The appeased doctor spoke, making the boys turn their heads toward him, "Go on upstairs guys, Sam you know the drill. I'll be there in just a second."
Meyer left down the hall, disappearing into his room before Sam and Dean faced each other again. Sam gave his brother a sidelong look before smirking lightly and grabbing his hand, "Okay, lets go."
Dean smiled back and traipsed after him, climbing up the stairs, "I'm ready."
They entered their room, leaving open the door behind them, "You know, I was reading up on stuff about…pregnancies and whatever, a few days ago, and I saw that its around the five month check up that you can usually tell the sex." Sam hinted quietly, chancing a glance up at Dean a few seconds later to try and measure his thoughts on the idea.
Dean was looking at him in anticipation, "Really." He drawled pretending to consider the thought, "So…what's that mean? You wanna know?" He asked, running his finger tips over the back of Sam's hand as they both took a seat on a bed.
"I…don't know. Do you?" Sam asked around a small smile, grabbing ahold of Dean's hand.
"Well," Dean hesitated, "Yeah." He breathed as his whole expression lit up, "I can't wait to know who these little guys are gonna be. I mean, this is just one step, but…still, it's a big one. I can't wait to know." He revealed, whispering as his hand trailed across the bulge of Sam's stomach.
Sam beamed in response, catching Dean's hand and trapping it against his skin, "Thank God," He responded on a sigh, "I was hoping you would but I didn't wanna pressure you if you didn't want to. Once we know though, we can start getting stuff ready for them like clothes and cribs and everything. It'll take a lot of stress off us buying for them."
Dean smirked, his eyes distancing as he thought on it, "Yeah, it's gonna be crazy." His gaze refocused on Sam, "But I'm excited."
Sam nodded, his smile softening just as the door to their room glided open and Meyer walked in, "Alright guys," He greeted as he closed the door behind him, prepared with a pair of gloves in hand, "You ready?"
Dean breathed an awed laugh, looking from the doctor to Sam, "Never been more ready doc."
Meyer smiled back, obviously gladdened by the news, "Good. Now let's just hope the kids cooperate, huh."
"Yeah really," Sam said, rubbing over his belly before taking a breath, "But doc, 'for we start, I've just been wondering…is it normal that I haven't really felt either of them move yet?" He said, unknowingly spiking Dean's anxiety with the question as worry leaked into his voice, "I mean, I've felt like, butterflies and little flutters that I know are them, but neither of them have really kicked yet, is that normal?" He asked, his hands still unconsciously rolling over his stomach.
"Completely normal Sam." Meyer assured, "With first-time pregnancies it usually takes a little longer to feel movement in general, but with you, the uterus is set a little lower, so they've got a little less room to move not to mention, there's two of them. It'll take a little longer before their big enough for you to feel, but I assure you, it'll be soon." Meyer smiled, squirting gel onto Sam's exposed stomach, "And once they start I promise you'll wish they'd quit." He laughed jokingly, picking up his wand and pressing it to Sam's skin.
Sam chuckled with him, shaking his head, "Doubt it," He whispered, peering down at his inflated belly, watching the rounded stick move over his stomach, searching for heartbeats.
Dean smiled at Sam before his eyes flickered over to the screen displaying different blobs of gray and white and black as the wand shifted around, still trying to find a heartbeat. His hand unconsciously slid up Sam's arm to his chest, resting over a collarbone and drawing into his skin, providing both of them comfort as they watched Meyer work.
Finally, sound broke the silence.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
And Dean's chest deflated as a rushed sigh of relief washed through him. He loved that sound, treasured it, every time he heard it made his own heart speed with elation. He glanced over at Sam, hearing his own sigh fall through a blinding smile.
"Best sound." Sam whispered before reaching up his hand to cover Dean's, holding him tight. Dean smiled awe-fully at the proof of their aligned thoughts.
"Yep, there's monster number one," Meyer said examining the picture on screen with a small smile, "So you guys wanna know the sex?" He asked, confirming what he'd overheard earlier.
Sam nodded eagerly, "But not until you know both." He interrupted abruptly, looking to Dean, silently asking for permission.
Dean shrugged and smiled, "Sure Sammy, whatever you want."
Meyer looked between the boys with the same grin plastered on his face and nodded, going back to his screen and moving around his wand once more. Soon, the whooshing sound of two heartbeats was filling the room, pattering over each other, fast and alive.
Dean silently amended his thoughts, now thinking that this was the best sound ever. The proof of life of both their children, now beating loud in the room. "Incredible." He breathed, still watching the blurs on screen.
"Okay," Meyer said, drawing out the word as his eyes still scanned over the image, "And…okay." He nodded, smiling, and turned back to the boys, "Ready?" He asked, brow raised high in excitement.
"Yes, yes just tell us." Dean said waving his hand in impatience.
"Alri-ight." Meyer sang, "Their gonna be same sex twins." He announced, taking his time to fully reveal the full answer.
But Sam stopped him before he could, "Wait, so both girls or both boys?" He asked eagerly.
"Yes." Meyer confirmed.
"Okay, okay, and?" Dean encouraged, waving his hand again.
"But they're fraternal, so they probably won't look too much alike…"
"Meyer." Dean snapped, giving him a pointed look, reminding him he could beat the answer out if need be.
Meyer held up his hands in surrender before breaking out into another smile.
"Boys."
Dean let out a huge sigh and smiled up at the ceiling, "Thank God." He said in palpable reprieve.
Sam was interrupted in his processing of the news as he registered Dean praising the lord next to him in a too obvious display of relief.
"Really?" He asked in disbelief, "And if they'd been girls?"
"Oh come on Sam, not like you weren't thinking the same thing." Dean defended, "We can handle boys, girls…another story. I was thinking of them when I was hoping for boys." He said, his eyes widening as he gestured to Sam's belly.
Meyer chuckled next to them shaking his head as he wiped down Sam's stomach.
Sam couldn't keep his giddy excitement from making him join the doctor, both laughing at Dean's antics as everyone rejoiced the news.
"I'll leave you two alone for a while. Take it all in." Meyer said with his ever-present smile as he packed up his equipment, "Congratulations boys." He said, patting Sam's shoulder before he turned to leave.
"Thank you." Dean said with sincerity, the million meanings behind his gratitude all present in his words. Meyer simply nodded once more and shut the door behind him.
"Holy shit." Sam whispered a few silent moments later, "Boys."
Dean breathed a laugh, straightening his body out on the bed and leaning back against the headboard, "Yeah," He sighed, "Damn."
Another cloud of silence settled over them as they continued to absorb the new information, bask and praise and revel. Neither brother could remember feeling so satisfied with life before.
Sam turned to Dean, not even bothering to hide the tears clinging to his eyelashes, and smiled, his lids falling closed as he dropped his head to Dean's shoulder and sighed a shaky, watery laugh. Dean blinked his own tears from his eyes as his arms enwrapped Sam, pulling him to his chest and raking his hand through his hair.
Dean pressed his lips to the floppy locks of Sam's hair before tilting his brother's chin up and moving down to cover his mouth with his own softly. The barely-present touch was gentle and brief, but it still flooded Sam with a rush of adrenaline as he moved his hand up to cup Dean's cheek, keeping him close.
"You're right." He whispered against his lips, "This really is all going to be worth it."