Well, what do you get when you combine Jefferson Starships and Wraiths? I'm not sure but the boys find out.
Let's see them work them shifter skills, shall we?
Oh, and weird cravings for Sammy and sex, brief but fulfilling.
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The hunt was a mess. Seriously, they were chasing a creature across a state and had found at least three dozen corpses so far. It was getting bad. They seemed to be eaten, sort of. They were also drained of blood and fluids. Strange to say the least.
They were currently in New York, a smaller city, Sasqu or something like that. Sam and Dean were in a diner having lunch, taking a break long enough to get some food in them, especially Sam. He was getting bigger now, at three months he was looking six months. Dean figured the twins were getting bigger pretty fast now. Normal shifter pregnancy actually, according to their book.
Sam was eating the weirdest combination yet. Pickles, Sausage, green beans, and chocolate sauce on a sesame seed bun. Yes, another food combination that almost made Dean gag from it. He didn't however. He instead leaned into Sam and kissed his cheek, telling him how handsome he looked today and he loved him. Sam rewarded this with a big smile with chocolate on his lips and Dean couldn't resist kissing it off them, Sam was irresistible like that. He winced briefly and Dean had to smile. "Babies kicking?"
Sam nodded, "Think they're football players or soccer, not sure. Got a lot of strength to them kicks though." Sam was currently being a woman so people wouldn't freak not to mention the whole hiding thing they were doing. Dean was sad Sam felt the need to do this and was still trying to talk him out of doing it. He didn't care what they thought of Sam pregnant with his kids or that they were supposed to be human brothers, not the shifter mated pair they really were. Sam was uncomfortable with people seeing him pregnant right now while Dean thought he was gorgeous this way, evidenced by the monkey sex they kept having every chance he could talk Sam into it so far.
"Sammy, you don't have to be a girl in public. You're fine as yourself. Please be yourself?" Dean pleaded, pulling him close and kissing him softly, "I don't really care what they think; I really don't. Not ashamed of you, honey."
Sam smiled at the 'honey' in that sentence. Dean was getting mushy with the pet names lately, not to mention dirtier with the ones in the bedroom. He liked that part, not the ones he used in public though.
"Not 'honey', Dean. Try again." Sam said annoyed but kissed his cheek to lighten the effect, "Please?"
"Baby?" Dean asked and Sam shrugged, he could live with that one.
"I'll quit coming up with mushy pet names for you, if you will stop hiding your gorgeous pregnant male self in public." Dean said smiling, "Nothing to be ashamed of, Sammy."
"I'm pregnant." Sam said rolling his eyes but smiling at Dean anyway. He knew Dean wasn't ashamed of him, Sam was. In a way. He was a guy, and pregnant. Not to mention gay, which he didn't mind really but others would take the pregnancy thing wrong. He wasn't up for it right now. He knew this hurt Dean to think Sam was ashamed of his pregnant state, Dean was so proud of him he was bursting with it which made him feel a little better secretly, not as ashamed, something he would never admit to his lover, even if they used silver to do it! "And a guy. Men don't have babies, Dean." Sam's eyes swept the room looking for people that might judge him, he saw all of them would and cringed, tearing up a little.
"Baby, don't! Don't cry. It's okay. I just think you are wonderful as yourself. I hate that you feel you have to hide this about us. I'm proud of you. I think you are the most beautiful man I've ever met, even pregnant. Hell, especially with you pregnant." Dean soothed and Sam gave him a small smile.
"Really?" Sam asked and Dean kissed chocolate off Sam's sexy lips again, something Sam didn't change when he did this change. He kept the lips and eyes but changed the rest.
"Really." Dean said and sighed, "I miss seeing 'you' when we're like this. It hurts not seeing 'you', Sammy." Dean meant every word. He liked cuddling and paying attention to Sam in public, not the 'woman' he pretended to be when he was like this.
"It…wait, it hurts you?" Sam asked, he hadn't realized Dean felt that way, he should have said something. "Never meant to hurt you."
"Well, it does. But if you feel better doing it, I guess I'll get over it." Dean said looking down at his half eaten burger and sighed. Sam watched this and felt his heart twist a little. Dean thought he was ashamed of carrying their babies!
"No, No. You're right, you shouldn't have to. It's my fault. Not ashamed of having our kids, Dean, I would never be ashamed of that. I'm so happy about it that I could shout if from the rooftops, baby." Sam reassured him, kissing him a little harder, letting him know he loved him, loved their babies.
"But as a woman, right? Not as the man I love. Right?" Dean said and sighed again, pushing his plate away, not meeting Sam's eyes now. Sam hated that part. "Still love you, don't worry. Won't bring it up again." He sniffled. "I have to…going to the bathroom, be right back." He got up and headed to the bathroom, avoiding Sam's concerned look. Sam watched him go and felt the tears prickle again. Dean was really hurt by this. Sam was torn between his shame and hurting Dean. He kept his eyes on the bathroom and sighed.
"Fight with your husband?" the waitress asked concerned. The poor woman looked upset and pregnant to boot. The waitress had been there so she smiled kindly down at her, the woman's hazel eyes stayed on the bathroom her husband had just went into.
"Yeah." Sam said and stood up now. "I have to go talk to him." He got up and headed to the bathroom, ignoring the protesting looks as he entered the men's room, as a woman.
The waitress just chuckled and shook her head, heading to take an order from another table. She'd been there, too. Men's rooms became unisex when it came to this sort of thing.
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"Dean?" Sam asked, he could hear Dean crying softly from a stall. He stopped at it and knocked.
"Don't." Dean said firmly and went on, "Not in 'that' voice, Sammy. Don't want to hear 'that' voice anymore." He cried some more. "Didn't fall in love with 'her', fell in love with you."
Sam let his voice shift back to his own voice now, Dean wouldn't listen to the other one; he knew this now. "Baby, what can I do? How can I fix this?"
"Be yourself, damn it! Sammy, I love you but apparently you care more for what others think than me, so you won't be that, will you?" He said bitterly and Sam winced at the pain in that tone. He hadn't realized this was hurting Dean that much. Dean hid stuff and hid it well. Now Sam just wanted to take that pain away.
"You don't care if others see me…differently?" Sam asked and was glad to hear the door unlock, he opened it and knelt by Dean so he could look him in the eyes now. "Gonna be as big as a house, Dean. People will notice."
"Don't care, love you no matter how big you get. So beautiful , Sammy. They can go to hell if they don't like it." Dean said, looking at him now, the hurt was still there in his eyes and Sam leaned and kissed him hard, pulling him up to the wall, kissing him harder now, body against his. "Don't, Sam. Not this body, okay? Only want yours, the 'real' one." Sam went to pull the door closed and Dean gave it a pained look, so Sam left it open the way it was. "Please, Sam, I love you but I can't touch this body of yours, this 'woman' body. I need the real you, please."
Sam nodded and smiled softly, letting his body shift back to his own and Dean pulled him close now, kissing him passionately now then crying into his shoulder, holding him close. Sam felt his pain coming out and sighed. Dean thought he was ashamed of him.
He hadn't meant to make him think that.
Damn it.
Soon Dean stopped and Sam just held him, kissing and wiping his tears away. "I love you, Dean. If you want me to not do this anymore I won't. I'll just look fat, no one will notice. Won't hide anymore, baby, love you. Never meant to make you feel this way." Sam said and Dean looked up at him, green eyes hopeful now.
"Really?" Dean asked, Sam wasn't going to hide anymore?
"Really." Sam promised, kissing him again. He touched his face and lips now, "You're beautiful, too, Dean."
Dean blushed at that and smiled now, holding him close, loving the feel of his lover's real body against him, not that fake form he'd created to hide that beautiful body from other's eyes. "Love you, too, Sammy."
"Hmm…let's get out of here." Sam said and they came apart now. He went to leave and Dean sighed.
"Maybe you should hold the 'woman' form for a bit, just so we don't freak out the waitress. We do have to hide our Shifter stuff still. But next time, you are you when we eat out or whatever, okay?" He kissed him softly now then let go.
"Next time, I'm me. Promise." Sam promised and Dean rewarded him with a big grin, the one he loved so much. The one that said he loved Sam with all his heart. "Love you. I'm sorry I hurt you."
"It's okay, Sammy. Just…don't be ashamed of your body, okay? You're beautiful when you're yourself." Dean said and Sam nodded, knowing he really felt that way. For some reason, Dean feeling that way was making Sam feel that way now, too. He suddenly felt dirty as he assumed the 'woman' form again and cringed. He wasn't this 'woman', he was Samuel Winchester, Shifter, Mate to this man in front of him and they were having two wonderful babies, starting a family together. He was loved this way.
He didn't want to be the 'woman' anymore, never again actually.
"Promise, Dean. Never again." Sam promised and they walked out holding hands. They paid their check and headed to the Impala. Once in the car, he shifted to himself and changed clothes into his male ones then cuddled up to Dean as they drove off.
Dean looked over and felt Sam next to him. Really Sam, not the shifted version. "There you are, you gorgeous thing. Missed you." He kissed his cheek softly, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Missed me, too." Sam said softly, "Won't be doing it anymore, only for cases, feels wrong now. I shouldn't have done that. I was just feeling insecure."
"That's a normal part of pregnancy, Sam." Dean reassured him, "Next time you're feeling insecure, tell me and I'll try my damndest to make you feel better, baby. Don't let it make you hide again; you're beautiful just being yourself."
"I know that now." Sam said and smiled into his neck as he kissed it, "You're awesome, baby!"
"So are you, Sammy, so are you!" Dean said and they pulled into the motel, parking the car and turning off the car now. He turned to Sam and smiled. "I'm in love with you, Sammy, not a 'woman' nor anyone else. Won't touch or kiss that other person, it's too much like cheating on you, baby, sorry."
"Won't expect you, too. Feels like cheating when we do it as it is." Sam admitted. They never touched intimately when they shifted; it felt like cheating when they did.
"Only want you, Sammy, just you." Dean said getting out of the car and Sam followed suit, both locking the doors now.
Soon they were in the room and Dean pinned him to the wall, pulling at their clothes, kissing. Their clothes vanished in a flurry of hurried touches and heated kisses. They ended up on their bed and Dean made love to Sam so thoroughly that when Dean was done, Sam knew just how much he really loved him. Then Sam sucked Dean and made love to him as well, being thorough and taking the time to make it last for an hour or two, making them cum together several times and repeating the taking turns thing until they were tired out from it and cuddled under the covers smiling and sated, reassured the only bodies they'd ever want were their real ones and feeling happy to be together again.
They were better this way.
As themselves.
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They used their ID's to see the bodies, and frowned.
Looked like what the Jefferson Starships did but the whole sucking dry was a wraith thing. Machetes and Iron worked for both so they had that covered, now they just had to find it, or them.
With some research and witness interviews they found out the people shared a similar hobby, birdwatching. Ugh, the woods. The deep woods. A good hunting ground for monsters, a bad place to be as a Hunter. Crap.
So they got the supplies and went to where the victims usually frequented for their bird watching stuff. Hoping to catch the thing unawares. Dean stayed close to Sam but made sure he had his own machete, hidden inside their jackets for easy reach. Two days into it, they were bored already.
"Here creepy thing, here creepy fucking thing." Dean whispered under his breathe. Sam chuckled.
"They're not animals, you can't call them to you that way." Sam teased and Dean gave a tense smile.
"Must be able to smell humans." Dean cursed and Sam shrugged.
"Well, we're shit out of luck on that one, aren't we?" Sam said then had an idea, at the same time as Dean. They booked back to the car and hit the nearest blood bank, stealing a bag of blood from it.
Now they were in the woods again, playing bait. This time they had blood on their necks in places and at pulse points, hoping this would work. Minutes passed and they waited, tensing as they smelled its approach. No, three of them. Okay, this could get fun. Dean worried.
The first one went after Sam, who easily fought it and used his height to overpower it, cutting its head of with his machete. Then its buddy went to after Dean and his friend went after Sam. Both shifters fought and used their training, keeping their opponents off balance. However the wraith got a good poke in on Dean and Sam had to rush over to kill it after dispatching his own monster.
"Dean, baby! Dean, wake up." Sam cried out and Dean mumbled some incoherent phrase but Sam caught 'Dad' in there. So he carried Dean to the car, pushed him in the backseat and floored it, leaving the monsters where they were and trying his best to get to their Dad. Bobby would know what to do. Along the way, he kept feeling Dean's head and found it burning up, giving him water at intervals from the bottled water that Dean kept for Sam back there. He immediately called Bobby as soon as they were on the road.
"Dad, please! We're close by, Dean's…I don't know…he got poked by a wraith thing and now he's feverish. What do I do?" Sam panicked and roared through town, only to be stopped by Jodie Mills soon after. "Hold on, Jodie's pulled me over."
"Sam, what…shit! What's wrong with Dean?" She said worried and felt his head, "He's burning up!" she looked at Sam's worried face and sighed, "What happened?"
"A wraith hybrid poked him, must have had some venom in it. I have to get to Dad's, Jodie, I have to! Please, bring the ticket by, I'll take it there, promise. I can't lose him!" Sam pleaded, anxious to be off now.
"No ticket, I'm coming with you. I'll follow you." She said heading to her car. Both cars now rushed to Bobby's and she kept her lights on the whole way to give him a clear path to it. They parked hurriedly and she helped get the door open for Sam while he picked up Dean and carried him inside. Soon they were in the living room and Bobby was shooting him in the same hole the thing had stabbed him in with some milky green crap that smelled like rotten eggs and feces.
"Antidote to Wraith poison. Only a few are poisonous this way, guess you were one of the lucky few to find one." Bobby said and put the ice pack on Dean's head now, running up to run him a cold bath while Jodie went and bought some bags of ice for them, hurrying back with it and helping dump it in the tub with Ellen and the others tried to calm Sam down. All this worrying wasn't good for the baby.
"The antidote works, Sam, seen it hundreds of times." Ellen said, lying, it sometimes didn't if the person was too far gone but she wasn't telling Sam that, he was upset enough.
Sam just kept the ice packs on Dean and kissed him, praying he'd be okay. Soon enough they had him in the ice water and Sam held his hand as he shivered in it but didn't wake up. Soon his body temp was normal again and he slept still. Sam lay by him and tried to find him in his mind through their link and only got painful whimpers. He closed his eyes and went in totally now, finding Dean in a corner cowering from a dark shape looking distinctly like the monster that had infected him. Sam tackled the thing but only flew through it. So he did the next best thing, he stood in front of the cowering Dean, and held him, wrapping himself around him and using his back of his body to shield Dean from it now. It did not attack, it just…stood there…intimidating Dean. Sam shouted back at it, "You don't get him! Get away from us!" The thing didn't attack, Dean stopped cowering so much and now just let Sam hold him, clinging to him, still afraid. "Don't look at it, baby, look at me. At me. Not it. It's the venom, trying to get to you. It can't. Dad gave you the antidote, it can't touch you, please believe me?" Sam pleaded and Dean looked at him now, uncertainly.
"Not real, the venom?" Dean asked and his eyes looked less afraid now. "It can't hurt me?"
"No, baby, it can't. It's okay, please wake up for me!" Sam pleaded as he felt cold claws hit him, digging into his back. He turned to see it on him now, grabbing him now, he screamed, but didn't move, stayed in its way so it couldn't reach Dean. He screamed again. Dean fought to make him move but couldn't budge him.
"Sammy! No, not you! Sammy!" Dean shouted and…woke up. "Dad! Help!" Bobby ran in and looked relieved until he heard what Dean was saying. Then he panicked. He ran for the antidote.
He took a needle and pulled some blood from Dean, put it into the antidote and injected Sam with it. Dean forced himself to lie down and enter Sam's mind now and hated what he saw.
Sam was curled up into himself, protecting his stomach, their babies, while the thing shoved its long knife like claws into his back and shoulders. Screaming but not uncurling either. Dean dove at it to make it leave them alone and…passed right through it. So he helped Sam protect their babies, curling over his lover's body, so it couldn't reach his stomach, hands clutching each other's and heads on each other's shoulders. Soon it shrieked in agony and poofed away, leaving blood marks on Sam's back but otherwise they were fine, the babies were fine, too.
Dean cleaned the wound and bandaged them while inside Sam's head and they kissed softly in relief. Soon they woke up and held each other tight, before looking at their father in confusion. "What happened in there?" Bobby asked worried. Dean told him and Bobby's eyes went wide. "The poison hits the mind last, breaks it, guess you kept it off each other long enough to destroy the poison in your bodies. It seems Sam took the poison from your body and got it into his, transferred it sort of. That's why you were able to wake up, Sam took your poison for you, from you. Healed you."
"He shouldn't have! He and the babies could have been killed!" Dean glared at his lover and groaned, "Will he be okay?" He was worried sick.
"He'll be fine now that I boosted the antidote with your blood. It worked better once I did that. You're lucky he did take it from you, you'd be dead by now if he hadn't." Bobby said, this fact not making him feel better at all. "It saved your life."
"He could have died. How is that lucky?" Dean asked and Sam stirred. He sat up and saw Dean was up. He looked at him with relieved eyes and hugged him, kissing him softly, holding him tight, almost crying.
"I thought I lost you!" Sam said softly and Dean froze in his arms, pissed. "What is it?" Sam looked concerned, Dean looked pissed.
"Dad, could you leave us alone? We need to talk." Dean asked and Bobby rushed out, not envying Sam in the least. Dean was furious with his mate.
This was going to be a blowout, he could just feel it.
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"How could you do that?" Dean said, "You could have been died."
"And you would have if I hadn't!" Sam shouted back, he felt dizziness tingling at the base of his neck and ignored it. "I had to give Dad time to fix the antidote. He would have got it in time."
"Really? What if he hadn't, you'd be dead, so would our babies!" Dean shouted right back; it was a stupid risk to take, so selfish!
"Oh, so its okay for you to die by not me? Yeah." Sam growled pissed, "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard!"
"You have to live for them! I can die, and they would still live without me. You die, they don't even get to be born! They need you more than me!" Dean said harshly, "Don't you get that?"
"I…fuck you! I don't want to live without you, dumb ass! We were fine, just had to wait for the antidote to kick in. You weren't so fine, you were almost dead! It never would have saved you." Sam growled and wavered, just a little, he felt dizzy again, more than before but he fought it. Dean had seen the unfocussing eyes and the waver though, and worried. This fighting was not good for the babies or Sam right now. He had to stop this or they could lose them.
"Sammy, damn it! I'm just saying it was a big risk to take. You shouldn't have." He didn't raise his voice to say this but tried for gentler tones, trying to de-escelate the argument now. Dean saw Sam's eyes unfocus more. Sam glared at him again. The wavering was worse, too. He had to calm him down and fast!
"I love you! That was a big risk for me to take, loving you in the first place! Guess I shouldn't have done that either, just stayed miserable and brothers, maybe you'd like it if we did, huh?" Sam said bitterly, feeling hurt now. He looked at Dean and saw such pain in his face at Sam's words and instantly regretted them, cursing his temper for letting him hurt Dean that way. He didn't want that, he really didn't.
"I never said that!" Dean soothed as best he could with his temper running as free as it was right now. He was trying to calm Sam down and himself but it was taking longer than expected, damn it! "I love you this way, not the old way. Never want to go back to that! Need you this way, love you too much. I just…I just don't want you or the babies hurt, Sammy! It would kill me anyway if I ever lost you guys!" Dean reassured him and watched his eyes go blank, he wavered full tilt now, slipping down into Dean's arms as he tried to lay him on the bed. He felt his head and kissed him softly, pleading for him to be still, and to calm down.
"Dean, I…" Sam tried to speak. He sounded sludgy, like he was struggling to stay awake.
"Sammy, it's okay. I'm sorry. I lost my temper, won't happen again, so very sorry. Stupid shit I say, I didn't mean it, honest! Of course Dad had the antidote ready and needed more time and I would have died if you hadn't have done that for me. Sorry, baby!" Dean said softly, kissing him some more, caressing his face as it wrinkled up and hazel eyes met his through slits. He looked so weak right now, Dean just wanted to make him better again, make him happy again; he'd do anything to do it! "You're right, always right. Please calm down? It's hurting you and the babies. It was my fault, all my fault! So sorry I overreacted. Please, baby, Sammy, look at me?" Sam tilted his head to look at Dean, his hazel eyes slowly focusing again, Dean smiled finally and kissed him again, this time Sam kissed him back a little harder. Then he leaned up on his elbows and shook his head to clear some of the remaining dizziness out of it. "Look at me, Sam, do you see me?" Dean checked Sam's eyes as he looked at him now, feeling less angry now, feeling a headache coming on though. Sam leaned in and kissed Dean again now putting his hand over Dean's there, then smiled a weak smile for his mate, who looked worried sick. "Sammy, I'm so sorry, you okay now?"
Sam let Dean help him up and hold him up, too, since he felt too weak at the moment to stay that way for long. "Better, just got dizzy there, almost fainted. Manly of me, wasn't it?" Sam said bitterly, he hated feeling so weak. It made him snappy at people, Dean knew this. He was the same way. Sam was still ashamed of this fact and looked down to avoid Dean's eyes, "Guess I need girl parts now passing out like one over a little stress." Sam felt the tears coming and groaned, Dean pulled him closer at the tears, trying to ease his pain, to reassure him that he didn't think he was a girl for being like this at all. "Yay, I'm crying, I need that sex change soon apparently!" Dean tried to soothe him more, Sam was still angry but getting over it, this whole almost dying again thing had really hit him hard. Dean sighed, he'd known it probably would have. They didn't function well without each other, never had been able to. It was their worst fear really, losing each other that way. "Don't do that! You almost died, Dean! I had to save you; it's the way I'm built. Maybe I should go and let you find some less heroically inclined guy to love, huh? Not going to change anytime soon, you know that! Love you so much I have to do it, won't be without you." Sam struggled to get up and go but Dean held him tighter. Sam punched him but Dean still refused to let him go, despite the bruise on his jaw now. Sam gave up fighting him and just looked at him hurt now, "Did it for you, and I'd do it again, too! Every damn time!" Sam said and let Dean hold him anyway but refusing to look at him now.
"First, pregnant people can pass out from too much stress and I'm pretty sure this qualifies as that, so not a girl thing at all, just a pregnant thing, Sam. Two, crying is something we do sometimes, granted not the most manly of things but then again, when has that ever stopped us from doing it? You're still my Sammy, heroics and all! Love you just the way you are, don't want to find anyone else, got that? Got who I want already. You, just you. No one else, it's always been you." Dean said softly, face close to Sam's now, hovering with his green eyes on Sam's beautiful hazel ones, his voice resolute now and Sam looked at him now, smiling happily at his words. Dean smiled wider from seeing this. His Sammy was happy again, just the way he liked him.
"Had to save you." Sam said softly, fingers touching Dean's face tenderly now, he loved this man so damn much, he wouldn't lose him!
"I know. You knew you and the babies would be fine. I wouldn't have been. You made the right choice. I just freaked when I thought I could have lost you, I can't bear to lose you, so I overreacted…again. Sorry, I really need to work on that." Dean admitted and earned a kiss from Sam, a brief but soft one full of love.
"I can't bear to lose you either. I should be used to the overreaction thing by now. It's your defense mechanism. I'm sorry I took it so personally. Guess I get snappy when I get weak like this, hate it." Sam admitted.
"Yeah, we share that one, too. Besides we already had you grow girl parts, remember? We vetoed that already. Only want you, the real male you, not some fake shifted woman version of you, that is not attractive to me at all." Dean said as Sam turned around in his arm to face him now, their bodies touching soothing them both now, like it always did. "Just need you, Only the real you, Sammy. I love you." His green eyes searched Sam's hazel ones, touching his face and lips, Sam doing the same thing to him now.
"I love you, too." Sam said softly. "I guess we both overreacted this time."
"I know I did. I'll try to be less vocal next time, sorry." Dean apologized again, "So glad you're okay, baby."
"I'll try not to let the stress get to me next time, too." Sam promised.
They kissed now, pouring their apologies and love into it. Clothes were soon removed and they kissed down their bodies, until Dean pushed Sam to bed and grinned. Sam grinned back then his eyes rolled back into his head as Dean kissed down his body, hitting those over sensitive nipples, they had been this way since Sam had gotten pregnant, all of his body had; a great side effect as far as they were concerned! With touches and kisses, he soon reached Sam's hard shaft begging for attention, which he happily gave it, making the man cum hard in his mouth and then used the cum to lube them up, work him open, which was not hard, Sam opened on cue to his touch now, lately it had been this way for them both.
Then he pushed in, noticing the lack of discomfort and burning but no loss in tightness though, and made love to his mate, his Sammy, until they couldn't do anything but claw and shout each other's name, some very dirty names and phrases for each other and came together, with a near scream each time an orgasm hit them, making love through each and every one of them.
Then Sam flipped them and did the same to Dean. In the end, they came screaming together, and sighed happily in each other's arms afterward. Dean let Sam cuddle him into him and pull him close, enjoying the warmth of him again; his back and body. So warm and home-like to him, Sam was his home, not here, not a house. Just Sam, only Sam. He was Home to Dean. Then they switched later and Sam let Dean cuddle him, and found the babies were more comfortable this way, too. Dean and Sam's hand caressed his stomach as the babies moved and kicked; they smiled and laughed at their antics, marveling at the fact that it was their kids in there, their children they had made together.
"We should stay here, hang out for a while, until we're needed again. Tired of Hunting for now, just want to focus on you and our family for a bit. That okay with you, Sammy?" Dean asked, he needed a break, almost dying and losing each other had scared him. He needed to feel safe for a bit, their home would offer this, if Sam wanted it, that is.
"I'd like that, as long as you're here with me. I won't stay apart from you again, I mean it!" Sam said meaning every word; he refused to stay here while Dean hunted away from him again. He was wherever Dean was, that was final!
"I'm not going anywhere, promise, not without you." Dean smiled and promised.
"Good." Sam said smugly and turned to face Dean again, hard shafts between them already, breaths speeding up as desire filled them again, "Please…let's make love again?"
"Oh, Sammy! Love this new sex drive of yours, like it a lot!" Dean grinned and kissed him now, deepening it to more soon after. Sam kissed down Dean's body, and thrust in, making love to him now, bringing him moaning to the edge where Sam went with him, both cumming together with cries and loud moans, Dean's filthy mouth getting involved somewhere in the middle of it all and Sam loving every dirty bit he said, making them move faster into each other as they made love.
Then Dean took Sam again and now Sam's mouth got filthy and Dean ate it up, the dirty parts making him hotter now, they ended up more fucking roughly rather than making love now, but neither minded, it was the most amazing sex they'd had in a while and they never wanted it to stop. They had multiple orgasms from this sex and filthy words eventually became loving words, then they cuddled happily together feeling every bit of it, achy and sore, but satisfied in every way. "Never knew you had such a beautifully articulate dirty mouth, Sammy. I think I like it. That down and dirty sex stuff is fun!"
"Yeah, it is. Now that I know you like my mouth that way, I'll have to do that more often, won't I?" Sam yawned and smiled happily, laying on Dean's bicep and leaning into his body with the back of his own body.
"Yes, you will." Dean said smirking, his dirty sexy Sammy! All His. "Such a talented mouth too, not to mention the rest of you. Love you, Sammy, love all of you!" He rolled onto his side to spoon into Sam's back now, yawning as well. "Goodnight, Baby. I love you."
"Love you, too." Sam said. And with that they fell asleep smiling happily.
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"Wow, that got loud." Ellen commented and Bobby chuckled.
"Expected that, that was a bad fight they were having. Loud sex is to be expected." Bobby said and Ellen nodded, they did that, too.
"That argument. Some things never change." Bobby said and chuckled.
"Still the same argument they used to have as brothers, even now that they're not anymore. Think they'll ever get past them?" Ellen asked, poor boys, they'd been having that particular argument for years, even as children.
"No, not really. It's in their DNA now, That part will never change. One would die for the other in a heartbeat, and the other will chew them out for it when it doesn't work. Even they know this and still keep doing it." Bobby chuckled and shook his head in wonder at the sleeping boys upstairs.
"I still worry about them." Ellen admitted.
"Me, too." Bobby admitted as well, those boys were special to them, no doubt about that.
"Let's go make some noise of our own, old man." Ellen said winking at him and Bobby laughed, grinning widely.
"Oh, yeah." Bobby said enthusiastically and they fairly ran to their bedroom, slamming the door behind them.
The boys slept soundly and didn't hear a thing. They were too tired out to.
It had been a long day and they just wanted to be together.
Nothing else mattered, not a damn thing.
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