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Chapter 13
Eyes moved rapidly under their closed lids as soft, golden sunlight slowly illuminated the bedroom.
With a soft groan the eyes slowly fluttered open to reveal their deep and dark green color and blinked away the blurriness of sleep.
Giving way to a soft sigh Sam Winchester slowly rolled onto his back and stared up at the bedroom ceiling.
He blinked further till his eyes came into full focus. He gazed at the ceiling for a few moments before he turned his head in the direction of the window the sunlight was coming from.
Sam found himself staring at a pristine blue South Dakota morning sky.
It was beautiful and yet, Sam could not bring himself to appreciate it.
Not able to bear the sight one more moment, Sam turned his face away from the window.
The action proved only to serve in him beholding an even worse wight to himself.
The second queen-sized bed in the room, which was empty where there should have been the person always supposed to be by his side.
A certain older brother by the name of Dean Winchester.
Fighting back the sudden and very strong urge to turn away and curl up into as tiny a ball as possible, Sam hoisted his feet up and over the side of the bed so that he was sitting upright.
With a soft grunt Sam pushed himself up onto his feet and stretched his arms up high above his head. He let a small groan of pleasure escape him as he felt the vertebrae in his back crack lightly and the muscles of his shoulders slowly loosen.
Sighing at the feeling Sam slowly shuffled out of the room past the empty bed and into the hallway. He walked up the corridor and then ducked into one of the doors on the left.
Sam went through the motions of getting ready in the morning, using the toilet, brushing his teeth, shaving off his morning stubble, and taking a shower.
Once all of those things were done in that order Sam emerged from the bathroom sans a shirt wearing his sweats and toweling at his still damp chestnut brown locks.
He padded back down the hall and ducked back into his room with getting properly dressed and then heading down to see if Bobby was up and had breakfast ready or if it would be up to him to get the meal out this morning in mind.
Once he was back in the room Sam went about pawing through the drawers he'd put his things away in, fishing out a fresh pair of jeans, a simple dark blue t-shirt, and a brown plaid button up shirt.
Sam haphazardly tossed the clothes onto Dean's bed and went on drying his hair. After a few more minutes if scrubbing at his head Sam was about to toss the towel aside too when his eyes happened to glance at the large mirror hanging on the wall close by the window.
When it registered in his mind what his eyes were seeing, everything simply stopped all at once.
Then as if he were sleepwalking, Sam dropped the towel in his hands onto the bed and walked around the foot end of it towards the mirror by the window.
When he'd come to stand before the reflective item Sam felt his eyes grow wide at what he was now seeing in full, undeniable clarity.
Very slowly Sam turned so that he stood sideways and in profile before the mirror.
What had Sam full and undivided attention was his mid-drift.
More specifically his lower abdomen, which was no longer as toned and muscular as the rest of him.
It had rounded out and softened.
Not so obvious for one to notice unless they were really looking closely.
But, it was there none the less.
Taking in a deep and trembling breath Sam reached down with a lightly shaky hand towards his lower stomach and pressed his large palm gently over the light swelling.
" Oh My God." Whispered Sam in both fear and wonder as he stared down at his stomach.
He had a baby bump.
He had a Baby bump.
It was hitting him again only now it seemed even more profound, more powerful than the first time.
He, Samuel Winchester, was pregnant.
They was a small innocent little being growing inside of him.
He was both father and mother to this little one because of a demon's terrible curse.
His older sibling was absent now, holed up somewhere in town hiding because of this same curse, because he was the other father.
All of these facts hitting him yet again nearly stole Sam's breath from his body but now as he looked and touched his stomach, Sam felt his body's urge to dissolve into tears and despair evaporate somewhat.
Determination began to fill him because tears and despair weren't going to undo what had been done, it wasn't going to erase things, it wasn't going to bring Dean back from his self-imposed exile any sooner than when he was ready to come back, but most of all tears and despair wasn't going to save the baby inside his from a terrible fate at the hands of the succubus demon responsible for this entire nightmarish mess.
Snapping out if his musings, Sam went back to getting dressed an ready for another day in life, however scrambled it was.
Sam quickly got dressed in the jeans and shirts and then headed downstairs.
As he came down the stairs, Sam couldn't hear any sounds coming from the kitchen.
" Guess I'm on breakfast duty today." Thought Sam.
He didn't really mind though.
After all, he may not have been Mario Betali but, he could make a decent omelet if the situation called for it.
Sam ducked into the silent kitchen and made a B-line for the refrigerator.
He opened it and rummaged through, pulling out the carton of eggs, and other essential items like some cheese slices and a tomato.
Thankfully for Sam, he hadn't started to get any weird food cravings.
For that he was grateful and pretty sure Bobby was too.
From what knowledge he had gathered on the subject pregnant women sometimes had cravings for the most odd and nasty combination of foods items known to man.
Sam was glad for the most part that his eating habits, though somewhat increased from his normal intake had remained more or less the same.
Sam had just started slicing the tomato when he heard the sounds of grumpy feet scrapping their way down the main staircase.
A few seconds later Bobby Singer shuffled into the kitchen still looking half asleep.
The older man paused when he caught sight of the young man standing at the kitchen counter.
" Sam, what are you doing up so early?" Asked Bobby before yawning mightily and scratching at his bearded chin.
" I just woke up early today and I figured I'd make breakfast since I was up first." Answered Sam with a tiny smile.
" Well then, cook away Emeril while I make myself a cuppa joe." Smiled back Bobby before he made a b-line for the coffee machine on the opposite counter Sam was using.
With a comfortable rapport, the two went about getting breakfast prepared.
Twenty minutes later Sam and Bobby were sitting at the kitchen table each with a plate of freshly made omlets, a steaming mug of fresh coffee for Bobby and a glass of orange juice for Sam.
From where he sat Bobby discreetly eyed the youngest Winchester, watching as the boy dug into his breakfast with previously unseen enthusiasm.
Sam being the hunter that he was felt eyes on him after he'd taken his first bite. He looked up to see Bobby staring at him.
" What?" He asked softly.
" Oh, nothin' just enjoying the sight of your appetite returning, that's all." Said Bobby with a small smile and a light shrug before he took a sip of coffee.
To Bobby's silent joy he watched as Sam ducked his head, a mild flush painting his cheeks and a small quirk of his lips in an almost smile.
The two men went back to eating, with light conversation in between.
Then Bobby asked.
" Sam, how are you this morning, any upchucking or anything?"
Sam was silent for a moment his entire face clouding over with several emotions before he looked back up to meet Bobby's imploring gaze.
" No, no upchucking. In fact I... I feel kinda okay." Said Sam.
" Well then, that's good, great even." Said Bobby with relief evident in his voice.
Seeing this as the perfect time to reveal his earlier morning discover, Sam spoke up.
" Bobby, I'm beginning to show." He blurted out.
" Beg yer Pardon?" Asked Bobby, not sure he'd heard correctly.
" Bobby, I'm starting to show... My belly is starting to get rounder... t-the baby... My... My baby." Said Sam, his voice growing softer and softer till it was almost a whisper as he said the last few words and his eyes started to burn.
Bobby sat there speechless as once again the full severity of the Winchester's situation hit him.
But as he look at the young man sitting across from him looking even more scared and young now that he'd revealed this monumental fact, Bobby felt his shock quickly leave him. It was replaced with this primal surge of protectiveness.
Before he even realized it Bobby was out of his seat and at the young man's side.
" Oh my God." Said Bobby softly as he placed a firm and reassuring hand on Sam's shoulder.
" That's what I said when I noticed it." Said Sam with a small humorless chuckle.
" Can I take a look Sam?" Asked Bobby with uncertainty written plainly on his face.
" Yeah, sure." Said Sam as he slowly rose from the chair and stood before Bobby.
Taking a deep breath to steady his frazzled nerves, Sam reached down and gripped the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up to reveal his abdomen to the older man.
At first Bobby couldn't tell anything other than Sam's stomach being as flat as ever, then the kid turned to the side a little bit and he saw it.
Sure enough, the area was not so hard washboard, but softer and rounder.
" Holy crap I see it." Whispered Bobby with wide eyes.
" Yeah." Whispered Sam as he let go of his shirt, covering up his stomach.
" Sam, do you want me to call Dean?" Asked Bobby suddenly.
The mention of his absent sibling's name had Sam's heart freezing for a moment before coming alight with pain.
God he wanted bobby to do that, he really did but at the same time he felt fear course through him at the thought of what Dean's reaction to the news would be.
In that instant, Sam made a decision. Shaking his head Sam spoke.
" No Bobby, I don't want you to call him." Said Sam before he paused and sighed deeply before continuing.
" This separation's gone on for long enough Bobby, I want you to take me to him."