ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

AU, OOC, MPreg.

Hey, guys, here's the next chapter.

"I wanna get somethin' out of the way" /Jared Padalecki :D/

This story is not my best work, because I'm more focused on my writing style than an actual plot. It has something like that, but it's not that big of a deal.

This chapter starts the MPreg part of the story. Please, let me know how I'm doing so I won't disappoint anyone in other occasions! And the statement above is more or less a reaction to my very first hateful comments, which came to this story.

So, that's it for that one! Enjoy the chapter!

A week went by since the fallout between Sam and Castiel. The brothers were working on a hunt, a simple salt-and-burn, which turned out to be difficult concerning the identity of the ghost. While the hunt was going, Sam and his angel were growing closer to each other. Dean had always just shaken his head at the lovebirds, faking gagging noises and grimacing at them, like a good big brother would have done, but inside he was happy for his sibling. It had almost killed him to see Sam in that vulnerable state after the "incident", so it was nice to see that everything was going back to normal.

The hunt had been finished just before the weekend, so they had some free time before moving along. Dean immediately escaped from the motel room and got another close to Sam and Castiel, who stayed in the former to have some alone time. And judging by the limp Sam sported on Monday, Dean had a very good guess what had happened in the two days.

Sam couldn't have been happier. Things were moving forward between him and Castiel and they had a great time discovering the boundaries of this new step. The angel did everything to please his human in every way possible, while Sam found a kink in himself for wings, which turned out to be an erogenous zone for angels. After the free weekend, during which they were – as Dean would probably say – "going at it like rabbits", Sam felt something being put into ease inside him. He was only embarrassed in front of his big brother for a few minutes, not able to help a blush grace his cheeks at the smirk on the older man's face. As they were getting ready to leave, Castiel turned Sam towards him and gave a gentle but deep kiss to his human, full of promises. Sam melted into the angel's embrace then with a bit dazed mind he got into the Impala and Dean drove them away.

Dean noticed his little brother's peaceful behavior on the road, while they were traveling to a random destination. Seeing the content smile on the younger face, he suppressed his own relieved one, but he couldn't shake this feeling that something big was about to happen.

It was two weeks after the free weekend that things began changing. They were in a little town to rest up from the hunt they had finished last night. Dean wanted to get out of there, at least into the next state before letting everything settle for a good break.

"So" Dean spoke through his last mouthful as he bunched up the burger wrapper, "it's just a couple hours drive and we can get settled into a motel in the first town we hit, okay?"

"Mhm" Sam hummed in agreement, poking at his salad with his fork. Dean paused in his cleaning, surprised by the uninterested response then more taken aback by the half-eaten salad in front of his little brother. Sam basically devoured the sandwich Dean brought for him for breakfast like he was starved to death, but it seemed that the hunger vanished soon.

"What's wrong?" he asked, but got another hum for an answer. "Sam!"

Sam snapped his head up at the raised voice. Seeing the questioning look, he had a guess what was the question.

"I'm fine" he answered quietly. "Just thinking…" seeing the change in Dean's expression, Sam knew he was not very convincing, but it looked like the older man was willing to drop it for now.

The truth is: Sam wasn't completely fine. He wasn't hurt or anything serious, but he felt strange. He couldn't pinpoint what he was feeling, but it was like his stomach was clenched from anticipation. And it had an odd heavy feeling to it. Maybe he was sick… His lack of hunger was a good proof of that…

"Alright, let's roll!" Dean stood up and threw out the trash. Sam startled but quickly packed his food away to eat it later. As Dean was walking towards the door, his duffel bag on his back, Sam jumped up from his seat.

"Whoa…" he breathed. The room in front of him spun around quickly and he had to brace himself against the table to prevent falling.

"Sammy?" he heard Dean's panicked cry and felt hands grab him to steady his swaying. Sam lifted a hand to his eyes to hide away from the spinning. "Come on, sit down!" Dean ordered him gently, voice full of concern. Sam felt the hard wooden chair under his backside and the smell of gunpowder surrounded him. He knew Dean was kneeling in front of him, trying to decide what to do.

"It's alright" Sam spoke up softly and carefully looked up. The room waved slightly then settled down.

"Dude, what was that?" Dean asked worriedly.

"Just got dizzy" Sam answered. "I'm okay." He wasn't okay, though. He felt a small pressure in the back of his head that indicated the threat of another dizzy spell, while his throat started burning slightly. He knew he was extremely pale, but he didn't want Dean to worry, so he began to stand up again, this time a bit slower. His brother still had a steadying hand on Sam's back, but the young man just gave him an encouraging smile and grabbing his own duffel bag, he walked out to the Impala. While he waited for Dean to join him, he swallowed a few times against the uncomfortable burning in his throat. By the time they started their trip, he got himself more under control.

However, as they drove through the state border, Sam's stomach had enough of the swaying and jumping of the car.

"Dean" Sam choked out. "Stop…"

The older Winchester didn't need to be told twice: he quickly pulled to the side of the road and shut the engine off. Sam fumbled with the door handle shakily then throwing open the door, he scrambled out, leaning heavily against the car. Dean jumped out, too, and hurried to his brother's side, who was beginning to breathe harshly.

"Sam, what's wrong?" he asked, worry filling him again. Before he could get an answer, though, Sam shot his upper-body forward and began retching. Dean quickly grabbed the young man's shoulders, rubbing his back. Sam panted for a few seconds then tensed again, throwing up his breakfast onto the grass. Dean almost jumped back, his face morphing into a disgusted grimace at the sight before him.

Sam let out a pathetic cough and slowly straightened up, his hold on his brother's arm tight. Dean quickly fished out a paper napkin from the glove compartment and handed it to Sam, who wiped his face down and blew his nose out. The younger Winchester was still gasping for air, but he seemed better. Dean sat his brother back into the car and gave him the bag of Sam's breakfast, since it was the cleanest.

"De', 'm fine" Sam spoke with a little slur, but his brother just pushed the bag into his hands.

"Just in case" the man muttered, letting his worried, mother-henning nature to burst forward, as he buckled Sam in. "I don't want you throwing up on the upholstery." Sam huffed out a weak laugh at his brother's obsession, as he leaned back. The car rocked slightly from the closing of the door then from Dean sitting in.

It turned out that Dean was right: barely ten minutes after setting off again Sam shot forward and threw up into the bag in his hands. Dean lay a hand on his shoulder while driving, signing that he's here if Sam needs help. To both of their relief, they soon reached a smaller town and Dean found a decent motel for them to hole up. Sam was already dazed from the exertion of getting sick, the dirty bag's mouth closed by weak fingers, sweat glistening on his pale, green-tinted face.

Soon Dean helped his brother into the room, throwing the used bag into the trash. He dressed the young man into sweatpants and a T-shirt then tucked him into bed, putting the trashcan next to the bed. Sam turned onto his side with a groan to be close to the trashcan then fell into an exhausted sleep, Dean sitting in a chair at the table, keeping an eye on his sick sibling.

It was late in the afternoon, when the flutter of wings resounded in the motel room. Dean was researching on Sam's laptop for any symptoms of what's bugging his brother, when looking up he met Castiel's blue eyes. The angel nodded at him then turned to Sam with a frown, who was snoring and drooling away in his restful bliss.

"What happened?" Cas asked worriedly as he sat on the edge of his lover's bed.

"No idea" Dean replied, walking over to the pair. "He just all of a sudden got sick. Maybe it's just a bug, but usually I'm the first one who gets it." The angel watched his friend swipe at his face tiredly, concern evident in his eyes.

"It started today" Dean continued. "He got dizzy at first then we had to stop on the way here and he threw up on the side of the road. Then he got sick in the car, too…"

His explanation was cut off by a moan, as Sam hastily tried to scramble up from the bed. Dean quickly grabbed the trashcan and put it under Sam's mouth, while Castiel held the distressed man in place. Sam gagged a few times, but nothing seemed to come out of him this time. He kept tensing and relaxing, until a tear rolled down his cheek, when he could finally breathe. Castiel caressed the sweaty brown locks, as he laid the exhausted young man back onto the bed. As soon as Sam's head hit the pillow, he returned to his snoring-drooling fest. Castiel looked at Dean in fear.

"Hopefully he'll sleep through the night now" Dean commented and returned to the laptop to continue his research. Castiel stayed with his lover through the whole night, only leaving his side in the middle of the night to help Dean into his bed, when the human almost head-butted the keyboard of the computer by falling asleep.

The next morning Castiel returned to the brothers after a surprise meeting with Gabriel. The archangel told his younger brother a way to help Sam's sickness, so Castiel went to get some ginger ale and crackers. He didn't know where the archangel got the money for it, but there hadn't been any problems in the store so the angel just shrugged it off. He had a mild suspicion of Sam's sickness and the meeting just confirmed it. He just didn't know how to break the news onto the poor human.

When he arrived back to the motel room, he found the brothers in the bathroom, Sam kneeling in front of the toilet, while Dean was comforting his sibling as best as he could.

"I just wanted to pee…" he heard Sam whimper hoarsely. "Then I got sick…"

"It's okay, Sammy" Dean murmured soothingly. "You're gonna be okay…" the older man's sentence was cut off by Sam's harsh retching, as the young man pushed his head back into the toilet, his fingers pale from the force of his hold on the porcelain. Castiel then joined them.

The angel walked around the pair to Sam's other side and knelt next to his lover. Sam was sobbing lightly from the exertion, his limbs shaking hard. Seeing the green color fade away from the sweat-covered face, Castiel pulled Sam away from the toilet and into his arms, shushing the distraught human quietly. Dean looked at him questioningly and the angel nodded: he can take it from here. With that the older brother stroked his siblings back once more then left the bathroom.

"Sam, we need to talk" Castiel spoke gently, as he got the ginger ale out. He carefully helped his lover to drink, who whimpered fearfully, but the drink didn't aggravate his stomach further. The young man took deep breaths then sat up to look at the angel.

"What is it?" Cas flinched from the hoarseness of his lover's beautiful voice, feeling guilt creep into his heart.

"It's about your condition" the angel continued. Sam's eyes widened slightly, afraid that something was wrong with him.

"Am I dying?" he couldn't help but ask. The angel shook his head firmly. "Then what is it?" Castiel took a deep breath then with a sigh he spoke:

"You're pregnant."

TBC

So, how was it? I had some unpleasant experiences with nausea, so I know what I'm writing on that part. But I'm more worried with the other parts of pregnancy, since I've never been pregnant before. :)

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