Passenger 3-B
Author's Note: Dean is thinking about his past, therefore, this chapter will have a flashback.
Chapter Twelve
The next morning Dean woke up in Sam's strong arms, "Good morning, honey."
Dean chuckled, "and good morning to you, sweetie."
The duo laughed more as they cuddled, "I'm sorry that your parents acted that way, but I really like Bill and glad he wasn't mad."
"Yeah, for a father-in-law, he's really cool," Dean replied. "He's a great friend too."
"It's a shame he can't make it for the party though," Sam remarked. "I guess we can invite him over another time to hang with us and meet my family."
"Sam, I think you're very lucky to have such a wonderful support system," he replied. "I wish I had that with my parents, you know."
"Yeah, I'm blessed and I know that," Sam admitted. "My only wish would be for you to meet my dad though."
"That would've been nice, but at least I get to meet Adam and Jess." Dean paused, "who is Jess by the way?"
"Jess is my best friend since childhood…we did everything together.
"Did you guys ever have sex?" Dean wondered.
"Hell no!"
"Why not?" Dean quizzed, "didn't you like him in that way?"
"Well, Jessica is definitely not my type, so that's why." Sam chuckled, causing Dean to laugh out loud.
"Your best friend is a girl!" Dean ridiculed.
"Yeah, yeah, mock me…my best friend is a girl and I live with my mom."
"Actually, it's not really that funny since you have close friends." Dean seriously stated.
Sam engulfed his bedmate into a long, deep kiss. "Dean, I wanna make love to you…but only if you're up to it."
Dean watched the sincerity in his boyfriend's eyes, "Yeah, I'd like that."
Sam immediately reached for the lube and slicked up two fingers, "I dreamed all night long of being inside you."
"Mmmm, love it when you finger fuck me."
Sam pushed his finger in and out of Dean, twirling it in circles before drawing it out and adding a second. He worked the two fingers in, then added a third, doing everything until he found Dean's prostate.
"Sam, uh…feels like…fuck!"
"Oh really…hmmm." Sam nibbled on his neck while his magic fingers never stopped. Sam then added lube to his own erected penis and slid the head up and down the crease of Dean's firm, yet welcoming ass and groaned, "Are you ready?"
Dean nodded and pulled himself up onto his hands, head hanging droopily between his hunched shoulders, "Yeah, I'm fucking ready so just do it."
Sam smirked while he took a hold of his erected cock and thrusted into Dean's hole as he rocked in and out at a slow pace.
"Umm, faster."
Sam bit his bottom lip as he fiercely rammed in faster and harder until he balls-deep in his lover.
"Oh god…oh…fuck!"
Sam eventually slowed, trying to time their orgasms, as he began nibbling on Dean's neck again. "I love how my cock feels inside you."
"That's good since I uh, love how your big dick fucks me."
Sam lightly chuckled and attempted to finish what he started, while Dean was clasping around him, and pushing back against Sam, who then reached around to stroke Dean's hard member.
Sam twisted his angle a few times; getting light groaning from Dean, then was pulling out and gliding back in at a faster pace since he couldn't hold it anymore.
Passenger 3-B loudly grunted with every unfathomable, powerful thrusts Sam was giving. "Sam…that's it, fuck me blind!"
Sam did what he was told and hammered into Dean's prostate…fucking him blind, just like Dean stipulated. The hand-job Sam was still giving Dean was finally released, causing Sam to smirk again. "I love it when you come for me."
"Uh, huh."
As Sam fucked harder into his moaning lover, Dean's wobbly arms fell out from under him and landed face first into the soft mattress. That change in position allowed Sam to thrust in deeper as Dean screamed out his intense orgasm.
Sam knew his orgasm was quickly drawing near as lips quivered; his body trembling with sweat; balls tightening and the still moaning Dean. Within seconds, Sam yelled out his orgasm and collapsed onto Dean's back, gasping heavily. "Dean, that was amazing!"
Dean slightly turned his head and grinned, "Yeah, it was…thanks."
Sam smirked as he finally pulled out and whirled Dean around, pressing their lips together. "I could do you all day, every day."
"Well, I ain't stopping you, so no excuses then."
"I love you."
"I love you too, Sam." Dean affectionately said, still breathing hard, but, that didn't stop his boyfriend's tongue to drive in and sensually massage against his own. Dean always needed to feel loved, especially after a passionate round of hot, fierce fucking. He never knew if he was just a plaything, a boy toy or a fun fling, but when Sam tenderly wrapped his arms around him, Dean knew he was safe and loved.
Dean kissed Sam's shoulder, "I could do you all day, every day too."
Sam chuckled, pulling him into a tighter grasp as they cuddled until their erections made another welcome appearance.
Dean then spent the rest of the day at his townhouse, cleaning out all of Jo's items. Tears soon fell as he just sat there…what am I gonna do with all of this stuff? How can I get just rid of this?
Flashback:
Dean woke up as breakfast was being served by his wife, "What's all this?"
"What?" Jo smirked, "Can't a wife bring her handsome husband breakfast in bed without be questioned?"
"Hey, anytime you wanna wait on me with food, then do it and I won't say a damn thing." Dean said with a loving smile and she smiled back, obviously pleased that he liked her breakfast in bed idea.
Jo served him homemade waffles, sausage patties, bacon, hash-browns and a four-cheese omelet. "Enjoy and here is today's newspaper, plus your usual cup of black coffee."
"Thanks!" Dean exclaimed, immediately digging into the amazing breakfast before him since he stomach couldn't take the aroma anymore.
"I heard a funny riddle, do you wanna here it?" She asked as he nodded with a stuffed mouth. "What would you get when you blend a Harvelle with a Winchester?"
"I dunno," he shrugged, "a sexy gun."
"Very funny, Dean." She huffed, playfully smacking him in the chest.
"Ouch!" he wined, adding more food into his mouth.
"Oh by the way, the answer is a boy or a girl." She stated, immediately causing her husband to choke on his un-chewed food. "Jeez, spit it out already…I don't want ya going and dying on me."
"A baby?" He questioned as he fought not to choke any more than he already had. "We're going to have a baby?"
"Yes." She nodded, adding, "In about six and a half months."
"We're going to have a baby in six and a half months?" Dean asked.
Jo nodded again, "Yeah, are you happy?"
"We're going to have a baby in six and a half months?"
"Yeah, are you happy?"
"We're going to have a baby in six and a half months?" Dean repeated.
"Dean, are you happy about this…I need to know what you're feeling?" Jo questioned and waited for his response.
"Are you sure the baby is really ours…I mean, he doesn't belong to anyone else…he's ours…I'm having a baby?" Dean said as it sunk in more.
"Dean, you're babbling…what's wrong?" Jo asked, removing his breakfast tray. "Are you upset?"
"Upset? Baby? Six and a half months?" He repeated again, taking her hand, "Joanna Beth Winchester, I'm incredibly happy and I can't believe it…we're having a baby!" Then he rolled over, taking her into a deep, sensual kiss. "Man, you even taste like motherhood."
"Uh, thanks…I think," she replied to the bizarre statement. "And you taste like bacon and syrup."
"Thanks and hand me my tray back coz now I am eating for two!" He exclaimed.
Jo handed him the tray, "Just so you know, I'm the one carrying the baby and you're the one who's gonna be rubbing my aching back and feet."
"Yeah, babe, anything you want," he said, stuffing his mouth again. "Damn, I'm gonna have a son."
"Or a daughter." Jo pointed out.
"Oh no, I never thought of that," he remarked. "How do I raise a daughter since I've never been one before?"
"Really, you never been a daughter before?" she chuckled. "Dean, you're babbling again."
The couple laughed and made love most of the remaining morning until they shared their wonderful news with family and friends.
End of Flashback:
Dean decided to move everything into a storage room on Sam's property since he didn't have the heart to donate his wife or daughter's items. He took a pink rattle engraved with her name, Brianna, and stuck it in his backpack.
TBC…