Through the Glass 2/?
Through the Glass 2/?
Author: Magos186
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: I’m thinking a PG…possibly eventual pg-13 or higher
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 874ish
Warnings: Just the usual wincest and mpreg.
Disclaimer: they’re only mine in my dreams
Summary: One week since John came to see Sam. One week since Sam and Dean exchanged rings. One week since all hell broke loose.
A/N: I decided to make this fic one where a certain percentage of men can get pregnant, but not all. Dean was one of the ones who couldn’t so that’s why the gypsy gave him a potion. This way it’ll just be easier for everyone to explain where the twins came from.
Sam had no idea how he was able to hold it together so well. After two weeks passed with no change in Dean’s condition, Sam was forced to return to his life. Every day he got up, took Jamie to school and spent the day with his brother. Then he’d pick their son up from school, help him with his homework, make dinner, and once Jamie was in bed and Bobby at their house for the night, Sam returned to his lover’s side. He’d taken an extended leave of absence from work, his boss promising that whenever he wanted it, his job would be waiting. But Sam didn’t care about the law anymore. The fact that Dean was hit by a car the same night he burned John’s letter couldn’t be a coincidence. Sam was being punished.
Two months later, Sam was standing by the door waiting for the pizza guy when his phone rang. He had stopped answering weeks ago, changing the message on the answering machine to inform everyone who called that Dean was stable, but still in a coma. Everyone usually hung up after that. So when the machine didn’t click off and Sadie’s voice came on the line, he knew something was wrong. He rushed to the phone, not even bothering to say hello. "What happened?" he demanded.
"Sam, everything’s fine. Dean’s fine, the babies are fine."
"Then why are you calling? Why not just wait to tell me whatever it is until I get there?"
"Honey, Dean woke up. But-he doesn’t remember anything."
"That’s not uncommon though right? A lot of people forget traumatic experiences."
"It’s not just the accident. He doesn’t remember anything at all. Not his name, not me…I even showed him that picture of the three of you next to his bed. He doesn’t know you or Jamie either."
"Oh God," he whispered as he fell to the ground. That was exactly how his son found him ten minutes later when the doorbell rang.
"Pop, the pizza’s here," Jamie said as he walked into the living room. His father did not answer. Jamie knelt down beside Sam and lightly shook his shoulder. "Pop, are you alright? Pop?" Still no response from Sam, so Jamie did the only thing he could think of. He paid the pizza guy with the money on the coffee table, put the food on the kitchen table, and called Bobby. When the old hunter arrived a few minutes later, he found the boy sitting next to his father, hugging him tightly.
"Jamie, what happened?"
"I don’t know. I heard the doorbell ring for the delivery guy so I came out and he was like this."
"Can you do me a favor and get a glass of cold water?"
"Okay." The boy ran off to the kitchen to get the water. It wasn’t really needed, but Bobby wanted him out of the room.
"Sam?" The old hunter said as he gently raised Sam’s head. "Son what’s wrong? What happened?"
"He doesn’t remember," Sam whispered.
"Who doesn’t remember?"
"Dean…he doesn’t know us," the younger man said as he looked up, his eyes shiny with unshed tears.
"He’s awake?"
"Yeah, he is. And he has amnesia."
"Is it permanent or temporary?"
"I don’t know."
"Sam, it could just be temporary. Look, you’re scarin your son half to death. I’ll stay here with him. You go see to Dean. Maybe lookin at your ugly mug will trigger his memory." That comment earned him a small laugh from the younger man. Just as the two got to their feet, Jamie returned with the water.
"Thanks buddy," Sam said as he drank it, clearing away the last of his shock. "I’m sorry if I scared you."
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I’m fine. I just have to head over to Aunt Sadie’s a bit earlier tonight."
"Is daddy okay?"
"He’s fine baby. There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll see you in a little bit alright?"
"Okay," the boy said, wrapping his arms tight around his father. "Give daddy and the babies a kiss for me?"
"You got it buddy," Sam said, planting his own kiss on his son’s forehead, before walking out the door.
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At Sadie’s:
For the first time, Sam knocked on the door to Dean’s room. When he heard the raspy "Come in," he entered quietly. Dean was sitting up, looking freshly showered and shaven, wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. His amulet was hanging loosely around his neck. He was looking at Sam, twisting the silver wedding band on his left hand. "Hi," Sam said shyly.
"Hi. So you’re my husband huh? I guess I’ve got good taste. You’re hot."
The younger man let out a bitter laugh at that comment. "Thanks. Do you remember me at all?"
"Sort of."
"What do you mean, ‘sort of’?"
"This is gonna sound really lame, but…I don’t remember your name or my name for that matter, but I do know that I love you."
"How?" Sam asked as he moved closer, his eyes once again shining with unshed tears.
Dean gently held Sam’s face in his hands and said, "Because when I saw you, I knew I was home," before leaning over and kissing the younger man with all the passion and love he could feel in his heart.
A/N: Sorry, I know that’s a lame way to end it, and it’s short, but I’m kind of having a hard time with this story so please bear with me. :-D