I really haven't read this, sorry. I should, but I just wanna hear from you guys again and its four am and it's at a place where I think I can stop so I just want it up. I know I went on somewhat of a hiatus, I'm sorry. Midterms and what not, life's a bitch. Anyway I hope this isn't so rancid it doesn't even fit with the rest of the story..if I had a beta I think this would be the version I'd send them but as it is, I'm too lazy to proofread. So let me know how it goes…
I'm nervous. Feel like I'm gonna get a lot of "ya, probably shoulda proofread it…"'s for reviews..haha ohhhh well.
Love you guys anyway
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"Knock, knock." Meyer called quietly from outside the panic room door, rousing Sam and Dean from their still entwined position on the bed. Dean lifted off of his brother and wiped his eyes dry, slipping off of Sam until he was up against his back instead of laying over him.
"Meyer," Dean greeted amicably, nodding as the doctor stepped inside.
"Afternoon boys," He returned coming up next to the bed, "Glad to see you both awake. How're you feelin' Sam?"
Sam shrugged, "Okay I guess, head's still pounding a little but…they're alright," He said glancing down at his belly, rubbing it over the sheet, "so I'm good."
Meyer smiled down at his young patient, nodding, "Yeah couldn't be more relieved the boys are okay," His grin grew before it faded, "But as for the head, I'm gonna keep you hooked up to these for a little longer," Meyer gestured to the IV stand still connected to his arm, "Keep the swelling down and the pain manageable. You should stay in bed for the day anyway." The doctor advised kindly, patting Sam's shoulder.
Sam put up no fight to the request, nodding to his friend in full agreement, "Yeah I'm still pretty wiped, won't be a problem."
"Good," Meyer nodded, "I'd like it if we could do a quick sonogram, make sure everyone's still doing alright in there. Haven't had any severe cramping or pains since the contractions stopped, correct?" The doctor asked as he rolled over the machine and took a seat on his stool. Dean slowly maneuvered out of bed so Sam could roll onto his back.
"No nothing note worthy, you said it was normal to be a little sore." He shrugged as Dean helped him resituate, "I feel okay." Sam answered as the doctor applied the cold gel to his skin.
Meyer nodded in approval, "Okay good, as long as you keep relaxing I think everyone will be just fine." He said as he began his familiar circling over Sam's rounded stomach.
Soon the dual heartbeats were thudding through the room and the white and gray outlines of their babies were filling the screen. All three of the men smiled upon seeing the children; Meyer continued roaming for any issues that may have resulted from the early labor. Sam and Dean waited anxiously for his report.
"Alright guys, looks like everything turned out okay. Boys look healthy, everything looks to be settling down just fine." Meyer said, cleaning off his patient, "And now that the boys are big enough to see pretty clearly," The doctor paused bending down as he threw away the gauze and gloves and pressed a few buttons on the machine, "We'll go ahead and get you a picture."
The boys each broke out into irrepressible grins, "Really?" Sam asked sitting himself up on the bed to receive the image.
"Yeah," Meyer agreed, picking up a crisp piece of photo paper and turning it over, "How's that?" He asked handing it over to Sam.
Sam breathed a laugh, Dean leaning over to join him as they studied the hard proof of their babies' health and existence in his hands. "Wow," Dean sighed laying his hand over one of Sam's to tilt the picture towards him, "Look at those handsome devils." He mumbled around an earsplitting grin, "Fuckin' perfect."
Sam chuckled again, shaking his head at his brother's antics, "They really are. Thank you Meyer." He gratified wholeheartedly, looking up to the doctor.
"Not a problem. Take it easy Sam," The doctor stressed, "I'll let you get some rest. Be back in a couple hours to check on ya." Meyer said before leaving the boys.
Sam sighed relaxing back into the bed, still gazing down at the photo in his hands: their babies curled up close, the profile of their faces clearly visible against the dark background; even as their bodies faded in and out at places they could see their button noses and the curve of their chins and foreheads. It was silent for almost a minute as they both studied the picture reverently, the quiet only breaking when Sam voiced his now worried thoughts.
"What're we gonna do about Caleb?" Sam asked, his voice quiet and timid as he continued staring down at the picture, his hands beginning to shake discreetly.
"Sammy don't start stressin' over that again." Dean lightly chided, turning his head to press his lips to Sam's temple, "I'm gonna go up and talk to him now." He reassured bringing his head back to down to look into Sam's eyes, "No matter what he says or thinks – he's not getting anywhere near you guys, understand? I don't care what he tries, I'm gonna make sure you're safe. Trust me."
Sam nodded, releasing a pent-up sigh and putting all his faith into his brother's words, "Okay. I do. And I mean, he's hurt, how much damage can he really do right?"
Dean nodded, his lips a tight smile, "Right." He agreed, fully aware of the transparency of that reassurance. Caleb was a hunter, if he wanted to hurt them and believed he had just cause to do it, he would be relentless in his efforts. They both silently prayed it didn't come to that.
"Just stay here and try to catch a few more hours of shut eye, I'll be back after we're done." Dean said softly, getting out of his chair before stooping to peck Sam on the forehead.
"Yeah, I'll try." Sam returned, watching Dean's retreated form before he turned at the doorway.
"Sleep." Dean commanded once more with a light smile and a pointed look before shutting the door behind him.
He made his way up the flight of stairs to the main level and nearly bulldozed over Bobby the minute he opened the door at the top. "Whoa, hey Bobby, my bad." Dean said stepping through the doorway and out of the old man's way.
"No, no, you're fine boy. I was just on my way down to check on you two. Sam doin' okay?" Bobby asked, turning to Dean with masked worry in his tired eyes.
"Yeah, we both just got up a half hour ago maybe, Meyer checked him and the kids out, everything seems okay. He's sleeping again now." Dean explained and Bobby nodded.
"Good." Bobby breathed, "I'm real glad things turned out alright."
"Yeah, you have no idea." Dean shook his head, "Me too. Hey, and, thanks for everything last night Bobby. You really, kept me together when was…kinda," Dean gestured vaguely with his hands, "losing it." He laughed ruefully, "Don't think I woulda been able to…" Dean started before quickly deciding he was not in the mood for a heart to heart with his grizzly old friend, "Well, anyway. Just thanks."
Bobby's thick whiskers twitched up as he cracked a crooked smile at Dean and nodded once in a gesture of amused and understanding acceptance.
It didn't take long for Dean to carry on to another, more pressing subject after that, one he knew it was rattling around in everyone's mind anyway. "So…what's Caleb been doin' all night?" He asked, his voice tight and edgy, riding over restrained anger.
Bobby stiffened at the question, "I muscled him upstairs after he came down, wasn't all that difficult, man was in shock and still weak, so I got him into bed and sedated him. After you boys fell asleep Meyer hooked him back up to the IV. He's been keeping him under since. Waiting for things to settle down before figuring out what to do."
Dean sighed and nodded, "Alright. Well things are settled, I'm ready to see him now."
"Dean…" Bobby hedged, his voice uncertain, "The man's still a hunter, and an old friend. And he's hurt pretty bad, you sure you got your head on straight enough to just, talk to him? If things get out of hand I'll be right there to back you up but until he's actually done something wrong…" Bobby shrugged.
"Yeah," Dean agreed, "I'm not gonna jump the guy while he can't move, not unless he gives me reason - then, I'm not promising anything. But until then, I promise, we'll just talk."
Bobby tilted his head and grunted in consent, "I'll be listenin' out for trouble, ya hear? First sign of it and I'm comin' in."
"Understood. Where's Meyer?"
"In his room I'm guessing." Bobby said gesturing toward the stairs before turning around and starting toward the kitchen, "I'm getting started on lunch."
"Thanks Bobby, I'll be down when I'm done to help."
Dean headed straight toward the staircase, climbing it quickly before landing in front of the doctor's room and rapping his knuckles against the closed door.
Dean heard Meyer's voice speaking to someone as he approached the door and swung it open; the doctor motioned for Dean to wait, holding a finger up.
"Okay honey," Dean watched Meyer say into the cell phone pressed up against his ear, "Yeah I know…but Dean just walked in so let me call you back in a few minutes." Dean ducked his head feeling uncomfortable kicking the man off his phone, "Rachel you have to stop worrying sweetheart, I'll be down as soon as I can, I promise."
Dean's head snapped back up when he heard that, his attention returning to the conversation when he realized it was Meyer's daughter on the other end. And the guilt began slithering through him just as quickly when he heard the man pleading with his daughter to understand why he couldn't go home.
"I know it's been a long time but I told you when you left that I'd have work here for a few months at least, I'm sorry-"
Meyer stopped and Dean listened to the muffled voice on the other line cut him off, "Christmas?" The doctor asked quietly rubbing his hand against his temple, "I – well…sweetheart, you know I'll do my best to be there it's just-"
She cut him off again and Dean felt a hundred times worse, realizing Sam would be around eight months during Christmas, if he even carried them till then – he might have them right on Christmas for all they knew.
"Yes I know, thank you for trying to understand. Okay. Okay honey. Yeah take care-" And the dial tone sounded.
Meyer pulled the phone away from his ear slowly before looking at the screen, his face contorted with regret and dejection before he flipped it shut and stuffed it into his jeans. He turned halfway around and seemed to spot Dean lingering awkwardly at the doorway before lifting his brow in surprise and spinning to face him.
"Dean," Meyer said as if he'd just remembered he'd left him there, "So sorry about that. I uh, well," He stumbled waving his hand back toward the room, "Anyway, what can I do for ya?"
"Meyer…are we, causing problems for you at home?" Dean asked unable to ignore the witnessed conversation, "I had no idea Rachel was gettin' on you about it. If you need a couple days you can go. We're not keeping you prisoner here, or I mean, we're not trying to."
Meyer smiled, shaking his head, "It's not any of yours' fault, I've been meaning to see her…we're, all we've got left so we try and visit a few times a month, it's why she was so upset. It's just, things have been a little hectic around here, you know? And this is my job; it's just like how hunters can't leave a case unfinished, because people could die. It's the same for me and she knows that. So it's fine Dean, don't worry about it."
Dean was reluctant to let it go at that but then a low moan sounded from the end of the hall – from Sam and Dean's room. Meyer sighed, "Looks like he's waking up. I lowered his dosage a few hours ago, he'll be weak but mostly coherent. I was gonna try talking to him, to see where he stood with everything but, if you wanna…" Meyer gestured toward the room.
"Actually that's exactly what I came up here to ask you to do. Thanks Meyer, I've been wantin' to talk to him all night." Dean said patting the doctor's shoulder before turning down the hall.
Dean slowly pushed open the door and stepped in – it felt like years since Sam and him had shared one of these beds, even if it had only been one night. He gave an instinctual cursory glance around the room before his eyes landed on Caleb's figure.
"Caleb." Dean called sternly as he took a few steps into the room. He watched as the hunter rolled his head before his eyelids lifted in a flutter. "Ya with me?" He asked standing by the bed and looking down at the frail, still beat to hell man below him.
"Dean?" Caleb croaked, scrunching his brow as the older Winchester pulled up a chair and sat.
"Yeah it's me, here to talk to you about last night." Dean said, wasting no time beating around the bush, "You remember last night?"
Caleb squinted at him for a second before his eyes shot a little wider and he took in a slow breath, "Sam." He breathed, "His stomach…he looked…" Caleb huffed with much effort, unable to finish as he searched for the right words.
"Ya I know what you saw," Dean snapped, stopping him from continuing, "And you know…I could come up with some bullshit story to explain it away, or at least I could try but, knowing you…you wouldn't stop or leave us alone until you figured it out on your own. We all know how relentless you can be when you set your mind to something." He bit out accusatorily, Caleb stared at him dumbfounded.
Dean met his eyes defiantly, studying the man with something close to incredulity, "God damn you really shoved your way into our lives didn't you. Made sure you got yourself smack dab in the center of everything…and it just had to be now." Dean shook his head talking mostly to himself as he leaned forward, sighing, "For your sake, I really wish you hadn't. Cause man, if you can't handle what I'm gonna tell you, what your forcing me to tell you…I won't be held responsible for what I do. There are no boundaries when it comes to protecting my family. You understand me Caleb?"
"What're you talking about?" Caleb's brow scrunched over his glassy eyes, "Protecting your family from what?" He asked trying to put some volume in his voice. "What's wrong with Sam, what did that to him?"
Dean paused chewing on the inside of his cheek, his eyes hard and his body tense, ready for a fight even if there was none coming.
"Dean, I'm a hunter, whatever's happening with your brother…I can help-"
"Listen to me Caleb," Dean started, voice cold and low as he leaned forward onto his knees, "What I'm about to tell you, it has nothing to do with you and nothing to do with the supernatural. So forget any ideas of getting involved – in any way. Your version of helping, it'll more than likely get you killed, so stay out of it."
"Killed by what Dean? I've handled my fair share of monsters, I'm telling you, I can-"
"By me, Caleb." Dean interrupted harshly, "Chances are your not gonna want to accept what I tell you. It's crazy, aright? I'm warning you now, it'll sound insane, even to a hunter." He paused, his nostrils flaring as he took in a few measured breaths, "But if I get even the slightest hint that your not with us on this, like I said, I won't be held responsible for what I do."
Caleb looked more confused with every word Dean said, but he seemed to listen intently anyway and although it took him a moment of processing, nodded once Dean finished.
"Alright." Dean returned, swallowing hard before meeting Caleb's inquisitive gaze once more, "First off, despite what it looked like last night, you should know there's nothing…wrong with my brother. He's healthy I mean - for the most part. Last night we had a little scare but everything's okay now..." Dean said as if reassuring himself of the fact, "So I swear to God Caleb if you do anything to-"
"I get it Dean, I'll be dead 'for I hit the floor. Just tell me. I'm chained to the frickin' bed…what am I gonna do?" Caleb asked interrupting the older Winchester before he could finish his threat.
Dean seemed to back down at that, sighing and slumping down to rest on his knees again, "Alright, about six month ago we were…jumped, by a couple humans. Nothing they did was supernatural, like I said. They were basically, just, experimenting on humans."
"Experimenting?" Caleb exclaimed trying to sit up in bed, "Dean what'd they-"
"They were experimenting with fertility Caleb." A voice sounded behind them, surprising both men as they turned around to face Meyer stepping into the room. The doctor's eyes swept over to Dean's for a brief moment, trying to determine if it was alright that he'd interrupted.
Dean nodded, sighing in relief that he wouldn't have to get into this part himself. It would be easier to believe coming from a doctor anyway.
"Fertility?" Caleb breathed, his head obviously becoming clearer with every passing minute.
Meyer nodded, "Yes. They were trying to make it possible for men to…well, to carry children." The doctor revealed pointedly, his brows raising with intention.
"Wait…you mean…?" Caleb said, unable to finish as his eyes dashed back and forth between the two men, "Sam, he's…"
Dean nodded imperceptibly while Meyer confirmed behind him, "He's pregnant."
Caleb couldn't seem to decide whether to think it was a joke and laugh or believe it and stare at them in stricken awe. So he kept doing a little of both.
"That's – not-"
"Possible?" Dean asked, "You know what you saw last night. What reason do we have to lie to you?" He asked rhetorically.
"How - how could they have done something like that? He doesn't…exactly, have the equipment for that kinda thing if you know what I mean." Caleb stated with wide eyes, his voice rising comically high as he asked the question.
Dean looked up to Meyer, silently passing on the duty of answering that question to the doctor. Meyer looked at Dean, double taking as he realized he was supposed to take over again.
"Oh, well, it was a…complicated process. Not something I'll get into for the sake of Sam's privacy, but just know, they did it. And they were successful – thankfully, as the other subjects didn't fair so well. None of them had made it through the procedure before Sam."
Caleb stared with unmasked skepticism and outraged disbelief, "They all died? Where's this bastard now?"
"We're not sure," Dean piped up again, "We were kept in what we could only guess was the guy's house - in Akron, Michigan. We got out, knocked him unconscious and ran. I was worried about Sam after what they did so I just booked it. Met up with Bobby soon as we could and then called him." Dean explained jabbing his thumb up at the doctor standing beside him.
Caleb still wore the same apprehensive look on his face as he tried to absorb that information, "Well I would say you guys are crazy but…I don't believe either 'a you are creative enough to come up with that kinda story on your own. And, like you said, you don't have reason to lie to me, right?"
Dean shook his head, "If we wanted to lie we would've come up with something to cover this up. But, after crashing our party last night, we didn't have much of a choice but to tell you the truth."
Caleb looked down and shook his head, "This is crazy. I mean you realize…"
"Yes we realize." Dean nodded impatiently, standing, "You can think it's crazy all you want." He shrugged, "As long as you don't think it's wrong, or, unnatural or something – you're not getting any ideas to try and fix the situation…then I could care less."
"Who's the mom?" Caleb asked stopping Dean from leaving, "I mean, this whole thing shouldn't be possible…but even if it is, there always has to be two parents."
"No actually," Meyer chimed in, "That was the real discovery. The doctor made artificial eggs to implant in his patients. Don't even try to ask me how, if he even did, because that seriously should not be possible, even in this scenario. And I mean I have no proof, so I'm not totally sure, but that's what he told Dean."
"So if that's true, then it's just Sam's genes that are making up this kid or what?" Caleb asked still trying to work out the kinks of impossibilty in his head.
Thick silence blanketed the room as Meyer and Dean exchanged glances, wondering if they should be truthful with the whole of this answer too.
"Dean let's talk for a minute." Meyer said giving Caleb a pointed glance, "We'll be right back. Don't try anything." He said as he and Dean edged toward the door; Caleb just jangled the cuffs on his wrists as indication that he would stay put and the two men closed the door behind them.
"Well he seems to be taking things pretty well so far, I'm not getting any 'hunter on a new case' vibes from him. What do you think?" Meyer asked as soon as they were out of earshot.
Dean shrugged, reluctant to put his trust in anyone new to the situation. "I don't know, yeah I guess he's taking it alright…but still. He's an outsider and a hunter and I can't trust him just because he's staying relatively calm."
Meyer nodded, "Alright, so what do you want to do?"
Dean hung his head, sighing deeply, "I don't know." He muttered, "It'd be nice if I knew I could trust him. Just to have someone else who knew…one less person to spin a lie for you know?" He shrugged before shaking his head. "But I can't just take that risk, not when I don't know how he'll react."
"Well you never know, he might turn out to be more open minded then you think." Meyer offered quietly, pausing before continuing on with another thought, "But regardless of whether or not we tell him the rest, what are you planning on doing with him once he knows everything? I mean, you keep saying you can't trust him, does that mean you want to keep him here until you can or what?"
Dean turned to look at the doctor, hands on his hips as he surfaced from deep thoughts, "He's not going anywhere until I'm a hundred percent sure he won't open his trap to anyone and he won't try coming after Sam or our kids later."
"And how can you ever be one hundred percent sure Dean? We can't keep him here forever. And if you do plan on keeping him here and not telling him about…you two…then you'll have to hide your relationship when he's around. We all will."
"I don't care Meyer," Dean hissed under his breath, quickly growing frustrated with the growing obstacles. He rapidly ran out of steam though as he blew out a haggard breath, "I'm just trying to keep him safe. I don't know how else to do that. If we have to adjust our lives a little, then we'll do it." Dean finalized, lifting his head to look at the doctor once more, "Right?"
Meyer gave a bone-deep sigh and tilted his head before nodding, "Of course. But I still think your being a little rash, and pessimistic."
"I'm looking out for my brother," Dean stated calmly, "Kid's a magnet for trouble, you learn the hard way to be overcautious." He shrugged before heading back toward his bedroom.
Meyer's hand caught him by the shoulder before he could get very far, "Okay," The doctor surrendered, his tone softer now as Dean spun to face him, "So we won't tell him that those are your kids too or that you two are together." Meyer said and Dean smiled imperceptibly at the way he flew over the words so nonchalantly, "But let me take care of talking to him. You should really eat something…and shower." Meyer's brow pinched up as his demeanor changed from loving sympathy to mild disgust, "You smell, and look, for that matter, awful."
Dean huffed, "I knew there was a reason we kept you around." He deadpanned before nodding and walking past him toward the stairs, "Okay, I will. Thank you Meyer. Find me when your done, tell me how it went?"
Meyer nodded with a soft smile, "Of course Dean though I'm sure it'll go fine."
Dean returned the nod before heading down the stairs and straight into the kitchen. His stomach had been rumbling since he woke up, having missed dinner last night.
"Dean." Bobby greeted, stirring something sizzling in a frying pan over the stove, "How'd it go? Didn't hear any screamin' or crashing so I figure he took it alright."
The older boy sighed as he fell down into one of the kitchen chairs, "Yeah, he took it as well as I could've hoped really. For some reason that just makes me even more…nervous." Dean's cheeks puffed out as he released a quiet breath before lightly shaking out his shoulders and straightening up, "That's irrational I know, I have no reason not to take him for his word but, with Sam you know, I can't let my guard down for anything. There's no room for error with that kid and no such thing as too cautious. I can't take any chances."
Bobby looked at Dean over his shoulder and nodded understandingly, "Don't expect anything less from ya son. But try not to stress yourself out over it until there's something worth stressin' over. For now, you've got Meyer and me both backing you up; you're not the only one watchin' out for him. He'll be alright."
"Yeah," Dean cracked a lax smile, "Thanks for that Bobby." He listened to the soft popping in the skillet and watched his oldest friend gracelessly cook their lunch before standing and offering his help.
"Nah boy sit down," Bobby replied waving him off, "It's done anyway." He said as he shook the sausages into the spaghetti sauce and began stirring them in. Dean chuckled and shrugged, settling for gathering the plates and silverware instead.
He had just pulled out the plates and was beginning to sort the silverware when his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach and a dramatically panicked gasp slipped through his lips, "Shit." He hissed and Bobby immediately dropped his pot back to the stove, spinning to grab Dean's shoulder.
"Dean? What is it boy?" He asked, urgency in his eyes as he shook him gently.
"Work!" He exclaimed, yanking himself from Bobby's grip, "Shit, shit I totally forgot to call." He said as he twirled around in search of the closest phone, "Fuck, fuck, fuck I can't lose this job, I can't-"
"Dean," Bobby interrupted hastily after shaking off the initial shock of Dean's panic, "I called them already! Jesus, you scared the hell outta me." He said, his chest deflating as he let out a deep sigh, "Thought there was something wrong with you! I called them, calm the hell down."
"What?" Dean breathed incredulously, his face confused as he stopped rushing around, "You called in for me?"
"Well I knew you worked today so yeah, I called last night to let 'em know there was an emergency and you wouldn't be able to make it in." Bobby relayed as he brought the pot of sauce over to the table, setting it down with a shake of his head. "This job ain't as important as my corroded ol' heart Dean so sit down and don't scare me like that again." He ordered with a gruff chuckle before making a round trip to fetch the pasta as well.
"Wow, God thank you Bobby." Dean breathed shaking out the adrenaline still pumping through his veins, "What'd they say? Were they mad? Who'd you talk to?" He fired off a moment later, going back for the plates and silverware.
"I called Jeff's cell, store was closed by the time I thought to call. I wasn't gonna spare any details, just cause I wasn't sure what story you were runnin' with yet, but he guessed it had something to do with the kids without me sayin' a word. So I went with it and told him you were havin' some, early labor troubles," He said with a vague wave of his hand, "and he told me to tell you to take as much time as you needed. Said to call him when you could." Bobby shot off rhythmically, his answer certain and calm, trying to reassure the obviously worried older brother that his job was not at stake.
"Okay," Dean breathed, sitting down in front of an empty plate, "Okay," He repeated, "Thank you Bobby. You saved my ass."
"Dean, people will give you a break from time to time," Bobby said, his brow creasing over his shaded eyes in empathetic concern, "I know your not used to havin' a margin for mistakes but in the real world, people can be understanding if you give them a chance." He said, as if the idea was completely foreign to the boy. And in some ways, it really was.
Dean laughed softly, dishing himself up, "Yeah I know." He said, shrugging as if it was obvious. Silence engulfed them as their attention shifted to their food and they took the calm moment to slowly recuperate from the hellish stress of the past night and morning.
Minutes later, footsteps could be heard on the squeaking stairs as Meyer made his way to the kitchen.
"Smells great in here." The doctor said as he sat down at the table and grabbed an empty plate.
"It is great." Dean complimented as he nodded, glancing at Bobby in gratitude for the meal. "So how'd it go with Caleb?"
The doctor shrugged, "Same as before, in a little denial but still trying to understand. I told him that Sam's the single parent contributing real genes to the kids as far as we know, but that what we know is really all theory at this point. And I didn't mention anything of you two. Just as you asked." Meyer answered as he plopped down a spoonful of pasta and sauce onto his plate.
"Wait you didn't tell him that you're the other parent?" Bobby interjected setting his fork down as he leaned forward against the table.
Dean shook his head, "He's not ready to hear that. We're already pushing it telling him what he does know, I don't need an unpredictable hunter looking at us as anymore of freaks than he already thinks we are. I still don't trust him and as of now, he's on a need to know basis."
Bobby sighed but begrudgingly agreed a moment later anyway, resigning back to his food.
"What, you think that's a bad idea?" Dean asked watching his friend's reaction.
"Not necessarily, just means if he's gonna be around, which I'm sure he is until you feel you can trust him to let him go, then your gonna have to be careful."
Meyer nodded as Bobby repeated his same words from earlier, "I know that." Dean replied surely, "It's not a big deal. He's taken it well so far, if he keeps it up I guess we won't have to worry about him long and he can go once he's healed up."
"Well, as long as you're sure, you know we'll back you up." Bobby shrugged, his attention still on his food as he scooped up a forkful of pasta and shoved it between his lips.
"Yeah Bobby, I know. I really can't thank either of you enough for that." He nodded once awkwardly in thanks before growing a little emotionally uncomfortable and loading up another plate for his brother.
"Lunch is great Bobby, thanks again. But I'm sure Sam's hungry by now, I'm gonna go check on him, see if he's up to eating yet."
Meyer and Bobby nodded in agreement and waved him off, "Sounds good, tell him I'll be down to check him over in an hour or so." The doctor said before turning back around toward his lunch.
Dean nodded and headed toward the basement staircase, taking each step quickly before reaching the panic room door and shoving it open on it's creaking hinges, hoping he didn't wake Sam if he happened to still be sleeping.
He poked his head over the edge of the door as he stepped in and watched Sam sit up in bed a little to greet his visitor, "Dean," He breathed in concealed relief and subtle joy.
"Heya Sammy," Dean drawled coming the rest of the way into the room, "Didn't wake ya up did I?" He asked as he set the plate down on the makeshift nightstand Bobby had put at Sam's bedside the night before.
Sam shook his head, smiling again a little before he caught Dean by the back of the neck and pulled him into his arms, crashing him down onto the bed beside him.
"Omph," Dean grunted as his body collided onto the firm mattress and he was crushed to Sam's side. He gradually got his bearings and shifted until he could wrap his arms around his brother in return, "Yeah it's good to see you too Sammy," Dean chuckled uneasily, "Everything okay?" He asked quietly as his fingers began dragging up and down the length of his brother's back.
Sam nodded into Dean's neck before pulling back and letting out a small, watery laugh. "Yeah," He croaked softly, "Just a dream. I'm glad you're here now."
Dean's brow crunched in confusion, "What dream?" He pressed not willing to let it rest that easy.
Sam shook his head, "It was stupid, basically just a replay of last night but, you know, different ending. Just a nightmare Dean, it's okay." Sam ensured even as his voice quivered and his hands shook.
"Sam come on," Dean continued prodding gently.
"It's really not a big deal Dean it just felt real is all." He said trying to lighten his voice to match his words but Dean just continued his tender but pressing stare, urging him to go on. Sam looked down with a short huff, "Alright well, we had that fight, but after you left me. And then I fell and…we lost them." He explained as quickly as could, his voice low and soft as he shrugged and shook his head, "I know it wasn't real Dean, I'm okay."
Dean's mossy eyes flicked back and forth between Sam's, his gaze intense with sympathy and fierce protection, "I'm sorry." He grated bringing his hand up to cup Sam's cheek, his thumb brushing over the cut of his cheek bone in a small gesture of empathetic love. "Everything turned out alright though," He reassured despite Sam's repeated declaration that he was okay and knew it hadn't been real.
He leaned forward, enclosing Sam's pliant mouth with his own and covering the jut of his lower lip between his, sucking gently to run his tongue soothingly over the contours of the smooth flesh. "Everything's okay." He whispered in between languid kisses, slowly calming the erratic beat of his brother's heart pumping up into the hand lying over his chest. Sam nodded and kissed him harder, tightening the grip he had on the back of Dean's neck as he shoved his tongue forward between his brother's unsuspecting lips.
Dean reacted almost instantly to the new ferocity of the kiss, the new desperation and need and he felt a rush of anxious desire flood through his groin, eliciting a small groan from the depths of his chest. Sam swallowed the noise down hungrily, his teeth pulling Dean's bottom lips from his teeth before sucking it avidly between his. Dean hissed and sighed at the pain/pleasure sensation as it coursed through him, adding to the slow growing arousal filling his jeans.
"Sam," He breathed, half pulling away and half crowding in closer, "Meyer's coming to check on you soon." Dean tried to warn, "And you're supposed to be resting."
Sam sighed, pulling back and resting against his pillows, his palm pressing into the hardened length between his legs, "I need you," He returned softly, disregarding the forewarning and choking off into a breathy moan as his hips canted up into his hand.
And Dean never did learn how to deny Sam when he needed. It'd always been that way.
"Okay Sammy," Dean agreed the net second, plunging forward into his mouth again, "But we gotta make it quick." He whispered between grazing pecks and soft swipes of their tongues.
Sam nodded wholeheartedly, "It's okay, just need to feel you." He said, squeezing Dean's bicep as his hand moved to replace Sam's, "Don't ever leave Dean, please." He begged so quietly Dean almost missed it, "You can't leave me." Sam continued a beat later and Dean dipped his head down to cover his brother's post-nightmare babbling lips.
"You know I can't baby," He assured as he broke away, increasing the pace of his hand over Sam's cock before gently tugging his brother's sweatpants down and gripping his hot, damp flesh in his fist, "Would never be able to leave you." He promised tugging ruthlessly to enforce his point. Sam cried out before clamping down on his bottom lip, his brow pulling up in the middle as he concentrated on staying quiet through the ambush of pleasure.
Dean kept his brutally fast pace and tight grip as he slid down the length of Sam's body, only stopping once his mouth hovered over his brother's weeping length, "So shut up and relax, I'm not going anywhere." He swore, making sure his brother didn't get a chance to respond before his watering mouth was covering the head of his prick and descending lower, his tongue dancing erotically against the ridged veins as he continued swallowing him down.
"Oh fuck Dean," Sam moaned trying his best not to make noise though he grunted and rocked with every sucking pull his brother tortured him with. Dean kept his bobbing pace steady and fast, eager to feel his brother flood his mouth. He palmed his own crotch to relieve a little pressure, grumbling at the feel and then again at the way the vibrations made his brother's whole body roll up into him.
Sam only lasted another few seconds before he was shooting down his brother's throat, bucking his hips gently and stifling his soft cries into the crook of his arm as he sifted through every crest of his high. Dean sucked him gently until Sam whimpered from overstimulation and he pulled back, swallowing once more before crawling up the bed to lie next to his brother.
Dean gave him a few seconds to recover before helping him pull up his sweats, satisfied with the lack of mess or scent of sex in the room, knowing they were descent for when Meyer came in. He sighed contently and settled next to his brother, ignoring the throbbing between his legs as he threw a protective arm over Sam and drew him into his chest.
"You okay now Sammy?" Dean questioned gently, his fingers carding through the base curls of Sam's locks, careful to avoid the patched up stitches on the back of his head. Sam nodded minutely before sighing, "Never better." He mumbled sleepily kissing the skin of Dean's chest against his lips.
Dean breathed out a quiet laugh at the sound of his brother's slurred words and kissed his forehead back before settling into the quiet for a moment, just breathing in his brother and letting his muscles unwind.
Sam pulled back a few seconds later and peered up at Dean with suddenly alert eyes, "Did you talk to Caleb?" He asked, the drowsy slight now gone from his words.
Dean nodded calmly and smiled down at his brother softly, "I told him. He took it really well all things considered." He paused, "I left out that I'm the other father though, and that we're together…didn't want to push him. Hope that's alright with you."
Sam blinked up at him, "He's really alright? Not like, wanting to come after me or anything?" He questioned hesitantly, the worried clouds in his eyes slowly dissipating.
"Yeah, he's okay. I still don't trust him, but so far he's given me no reason to believe he's not all right with this." Dean secured with a light shrug, brushing bangs out of Sam's eyelashes.
"Wow, that's…" Sam started, slowly tossing his head back and forth, "That takes a lot of stress off." He exhaled, chuckling lightly in relief.
"Yeah for sure," Dean agreed almost happily, simply glad to see Sam smiling again.
It was soundless again as Dean let Sam revel in the good news.
"Hey Dean?"
Dean looked down at his brother.
"Why did you have to get a ride home yesterday?" Sam asked, the slight intimidation at bringing up the subject that had started their fight evident in the shake of his voice.
Dean blinked and cracked a half-smile, "That seems like a life-time ago." He shook his head, "I almost forgot. Someone swiped the battery." He stated matter-of-factly, his lips pressing together in disappointment, reminded of the less-than-perfect state of his baby.
"What?" Sam exclaimed immediately trying to sit up straighter in Dean's grasp and wincing as the movement jostled his sore body.
"Easy," Dean calmed, "It's just a battery, easy replacement."
"Yeah but Dean," Sam protested shaking his head in bewilderment, "That car 's like your wife, God I can only imagine how pissed you were. And then to come home to me right after... I'm really sorry."
"Hey, we've been over this," Dean reminded, "No more apologies, it's over. Everyone's forgiven and the car will be fine."
Sam gave a rueful huff of laughter, "Yeah okay," He agreed reluctantly even as the lines of sadness and regret remained around his eyes, "God that fight really was stupid."
Dean smiled a little sadly in agreement, "You know, I told Jess I was gay." He blurted out a moment later, his eyes distant as he remembered back to the moment with a grin.
"You did?" Sam asked, his voice raising an octave with disbelief.
Dean laughed, the sound laced with incredulity too, "Yeah, it was just to get her to back off but yeah."
Sam laughed with him, "What'd she say?" He asked eagerly, still finding it hard to believe his brother had actually told a woman he was gay.
"She called me the straightest gay guy she'd ever met."
Sam snickered again, "I'm not surprised…" He said before letting his smile fade, "Do you consider yourself gay now or what?" Sam asked, his words growing quiet.
Dean contemplated that a moment, "Well, my immediate answer's no. But then again I have had your cock up my ass and down my throat…so there's that to consider." He said candidly, pretending to actually think it over.
Sam sputtered at his brother's candor before pointlessly looking around the room for eavesdropping ears that may have overheard, "Dean!" He reprimanded around a small laugh, hitting his brother on the chest.
"Relax Sammy, no one's here." Dean quelled rubbing over Sam's chest, "So what do you consider yourself?" He asked a moment later, turning around the question.
"I don't know," Sam hesitated, "Never really thought about it." He stopped, pondering over the question as his brows pulled together over his squinted eyes.
"I know I can still appreciate a girl and everything but, I'm gonna go with gay." Sam finally concluded, "Cause well, I'm pretty sure you're gonna be it for me," He shrugged, "I know you are. And, even though I'm most likely not gonna start checking other guys out all the sudden, like you said, our relationship is…pretty gay." He laughed before shrugging, "So I guess that's what it makes me. I'll learn to live with the new status." He joked lightly before looking up at Dean.
His brother was smiling down at him with a strikingly open display of affection, "You're gonna have to." He said softly, rubbing his thumb over Sam's cheek, "Cause I'm…72% sure you're it for me too Sammy." He confessed passionately, placing a hand over his heart as he looked deeply into his brother's eyes.
Sam quickly hit him in the shoulder, making sure to put some real force behind the punch, and Dean cracked, unable to contain his sniggering at the outrage on his brother's face. "Leave it to you man," Sam said around a repressed smile, "God damn." He puffed, trying not to laugh with him.
"Yeah well someone's gotta keep you in check," Dean teased, "People might actually start to think were gay." He whispered intently, widening his eyes in purpose.
"Shut up dude," Sam said still smiling as he shoved at him again.
"Ah it's okay Sammy," Dean consoled hugging him tighter to his chest, "If it means bein' with you I'll let people think whatever they want." He whispered, his tone subtly sobering as he rocked them gently, stroking his fingers over the growing bulge of Sam's belly and feebly through his hair.
"You're worth it."