Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural

Warnings: Wincest, Mpreg, No "Mark of Cain" (at least not yet), Kevin's alive

Please feel free to comment, I would also get a beta for this story so if anyone would like to give it a try than let me know.

Chapter 5

It's been a week since Benny came and decided to stay, taking up one of the many vacant rooms. Dean has been giving everyone the cold shoulder, hardly talked to anyone and usually snapped at them when he did. He started spending all night at bars, coming back to the bunker just as the sun was raising and spent half the day in bed.

They watched as Dean left to get wasted, before sitting down to have dinner. They ate in silence than went through their nightly rituals before trying in for the night.

Sam woke up a couple hours later to a loud crashing sound out in the hall followed by growls of pain. He got out of bed and quickly made it to the door, quietly opened it to find Dean in the hall rubbing his head. A big iron like sphere, that was supposed to be on the bookshelf next to Dean, was on the floor.

Kevin and Benny stuck their heads out of their rooms to watch as Dean mumbled something along the lines of," Stupid ball."

"Dean?" Sam called out to his husband. Dean jumped back a little from the unsuspected noise before smiling boastfully at the pregnant man.

"Heya, Sammy!" Dean yelled back, quickly getting closer to the other. Benny got out of his room to quietly lurk behind Dean, ready to knock him out if he tried to get rough with Sam.

Sam watched his brother sway back and forth for a second, "What are you doing?"

"I just…," Dean tried to come up with up to say but couldn't.

"Drunkenly ran into a book shelve causing a ball to hit you

Dean gave him a little shrug before giving Sam a big smile, leering at his husband before zeroing in on Sam's stomach," You know I got two babies?"

"Two?" Sam asked hoping that Dean had finally come to accept everything.

"The impala and you," he answered placing a kiss on Sam's cheek," You're my baby."

"That's nice," Sam smiled a little at the sweet comment.

Dean's hand found its way to Sam's stomach," And you're having a baby...my baby's having a baby."

Dean hiccupped than weakly chuckled at his own grossness. His legs finally gave out and kneeled in found of Sam, his face pressed tightly against Sam's t-shirt ask he talked to the life growing inside his husband," Hello! Fetus, I'm your…your…while I'm not sure about what I am to you right now."

"Dean," Sam said in warning. Benny came closer, ready to haul Dean's drunken ass off to bed at Sam's signal.

"Shhhh…Sammy, I'm having a conversation here," Dean said," That's you're papa…he's also my husband…kinda makes me you're other father."

Sam and Benny watched as Dean continued," It wouldn't be the first time I helped take care of a kid that wasn't my own…we can call you Ben .02."

Sam tensed up as Benny reached down to grab one of Dean's arms, pulling him up," Okay brother, bed time."

"I wanna sleep with Sammy!" Dean yelled trying to pull his arm out of Benny's grasp.

"I don't think so buddy," Benny responded as he tried to drag his friend away.

"Just sleeping?" Sam asked, too tired to put up with the childish, drunken Dean.

"Yep, hard to sleep without you next to me," Dean answered.

"Fine," Sam agreed.

Benny let Dean go and Dean quickly ran into Sam's room before anyone could change their minds.

"Darlin', you sure about this?" Benny asked.

"I'm tired and just want to go to sleep," Sam responded shrugging his shoulders.

"All right, if you need anything…just yell," Benny gave Sam a small friendly smile before turning and going back to his own room.

Dean was already asleep when Sam got into the room. He watched Dean snore for a few minutes before shaking his head before leaving the room, Dean's word playing over and over again in his head. Sam decided to sleep in Dean's room, spending most of the rest of the night tossing and turning before finally falling asleep again.

It was only a couple hours before he was woke up again, by Dean. This time Dean was hung over, trying to silently move about the room. He was quickly stuffing clothes and other things into a bag.

Sam sat up," How's your head?"

"Feels like it's about to split open," Dean replied before giving him a small smile.

"Hunt?" Sam pointed at the bag.

Dean nodded before rubbing the back of his neck," Sam, about last night…I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"No, it's not," Dean said," I should have never…"

"But you did," Sam growled," I'm so tired of being second best to Lisa and Ben, I wouldn't let happen to our child."

"Not mine," Dean muttered.

"I'm also tired of you not trusting me when I'm telling you the truth!" Sam yelled at him," I never thought I'd regret marrying you but I do."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"It…it means that I can't deal with the fact you don't love me enough to trust me anymore," Sam let out in a hushed tone, eyes beginning to water," I have to do what's right for the child."

"So what?!" Dean asked.

"You don't really want to be married to me," Sam said stopping Dean when he tried to interrupt," It's true, you only did it because it was what I wanted but…I don't think it's what I want…anymore."

Dean dropped his bag on the bed, staring at Sam, body tense and guarded," You want to get divorced."

Sam nodded," I'll…I'll find a lawyer and when you come back…we can get it done…you could try to find Lisa and Ben."

Dean took a deep breath before opening his mouth to say something before eyeing Sam's stomach," Fine, whatever."

Dean grabbed his bag and left the room, slamming the door on the way out. Sam let out a high-pitched howl as tears started to fall from his eyes. He wished he could pretend everything was okay and stay married to Dean but it wasn't about what he wanted anymore, he had to put their child first. It was for the best, hopefully Dean would finally go after what he really wanted.

Three days later, Dean sat at a bar drinking an ice cold bottle of beer, silently listening to the people around him laughing and talking, having a good time. He finished the job within hours of getting into town, it was a simple haunting…simple salt and burning. He could have gone back to the bunker right away but he was afraid of what he'd be returning to. Sam was wrong to think he didn't love him and he wanted to tell him just how wrong he was but he just couldn't. The child growing in Sam wasn't his, there wasn't any way it could be, Dean was sure of that. It hurt knowing that Sam was choosing the child over him, almost hurt more than knowing Sam cheated on him.

There was a part of Dean that wanted to go back to the bunker and destroy everything, make a mess of the place. He wanted to let his rage out, maybe take a swing at Benny or start a fight in every bar he entered. It wouldn't solve anything, probably make things worst in the long run. Another part of him just wanted to lay down and give up, there wasn't anything for him now. Sam and that child wasn't his, dad and Bobby were dead, Castiel wasn't taking his calls, Benny wasn't acting like his friend, and it seemed like the hits just kept on coming.

A curly haired blond, slightly tanned with a medium sized chest beauty walked up to the bar and sat next to Dean. She glanced at Dean, eyes taking everything thing in. With a seductive smile she began to speak in low, breathy tone," Hi, haven't seen you here before."

Dean was going to tell her to find another man, he was married but a small voice in the back of his head reminded him that he wasn't really anymore. He forced a smile on his face before turn to woman," I'm just passing through."

"Really? Business or…" She leaned in closer to Dean, practically moaning the next word out," Pleasure."

"Business," Dean said stick his hand out," My name is Dean."

The woman stared at the hand for a moment before taking it and giving it a little shake," Kimmy."

Dean tried to take his hand always but Kimmy wouldn't let go," What's a nice girl like you doing in a bar like this."

"I'm a bit lonely," Kimmy smiled seductively, a little blush forming on her cheeks," I could use a little bit of company."

"Don't have a boyfriend?" Dean asked finally getting his hand back from Kimmy's hold.

"I recently broke up with one, he was a real jerk," Kimmy said with a shrug. Her hand began to gently, softly rub up and down Dean's arm," He didn't like it when I kissed his friend."

A familiar, gruff voice joined the conversation, "Than perhaps you shouldn't have been kissing his friend."

Dean turned to find Castiel had taken the other seat next to him. Cas smiled at him," Hello Dean."

"Hey Cas, where have you been?" Dean asked taking another sip of his beer, forgetting about Kimmy. Kimmy realized she had lost his interest and left to find someone else, hips swaying back and forth.

"I've been busy, I'm sorry I didn't come earlier," Castiel said awkwardly patting Dean's shoulder," What was it that you wanted."

"Sam's pregnant."

Castiel's smile grew bigger, his eyes were alight with pure happiness," Congratulations, may I ask why you're not with your mate and unborn child, protecting them against any dangers?"

"The kid isn't mine," Dean answered bitterly, drinking the rest of his beer.

"Did Sam tell you that?"

"No, he keeps saying it's mine," Dean shrugged.

Castiel raised an eyebrow," Than why do you think it isn't."

"I can't have kids," Dean rumbled," I'm infertile."

"No, you aren't," Castiel said in his matter-of-fact kind of way.

"I am, doctors told me a long time ago."

Castiel sighed as if he was exhausted, "Dean you were once believed to be the vessel of Michael."

Dean shrugged a little," Yeah so?"

"So when I raised you from hell, I was given orders to fix every problem your body had," Castiel told him.

"What problems?"

"You're liver was just starting to fail from years of drinking, there was also your heart," Castiel shrugged as if it was nothing serious.

"What was wrong with my heart?" Dean asked rubbing the area of his chest where his heart was.

"It was enlarged, it also wasn't pumping as fast as it should," Castiel told his friend," You also had a few, minor brain injuries from taking to many blows to your head."

"Okay, I've heard enough," Dean said," Thanks for fixing all that for me."

"You're welcome, but that's not all," Castiel watched as Dean signaled the bartender for another beer which was quickly placed in front of him, Dean took a sip," I also fixed your fertility problems.

Dean spit his drink out, spraying the counter," What?!"

"If Sam says the child is yours than the child is yours," Castiel shrugged.

Dean inhaled deeply than exhaled," Are…are you serious?"

Castiel nodded," Yes."

Dean struck himself on upside the head, "Shit, Cas…could you take me back to the bunker?"

Castiel nodded before taking hold of Dean's arm and they both disappeared into thin air.