Fic: Blaze Of Glory (6/?)
Title: Blaze of Glory
Authors: luscious_rebel & mpregloveranon
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mpreg, Character Death (no main characters), H/C
Disclaimer: We just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to CW, Kripke and whoever else is rightfully making money with them. The title and lyrics belong to Bon Jovi.
Summary: Wild, wild West and we find Dean and Sam in the middle of it. Used to a peaceful living on their parents’ farm Dean’s and Sam’s normal lives change drastically, when they return from a day out in the fields to find their home lit up in flames. Having to leave the only home they ever knew behind, they start their journey across the country on the backs of their horses Impala and Ivory to meet up with their great-uncle. The journey is long and troublesome but both brothers have bigger worries to deal with when Sam discloses a secret.
The story’s inspired by an old prompt on the spnkink_meme that can be found here (big thanks to sexytexanjra, who found the prompt again for us).
Alright everybody, first of all we want to apologize for the delay in posting! Real life has kept both of us really busy (mpregloveranon moved into her new place last weekend and RL has been giving her a hard time. Luscious_rebel is more than busy with her studies and her job. She wants to apologize for not having been able to answer most of your lovely comments either.) As you noticed we weren't able to stick to the posting schedule as annouced. We're very sorry for that and we hope that we can make it up to you by posting 2 chapters today. :) So after reading this part, just go ahead an click on the link below to read more. ;)
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Their stay at Dr. Carter’s home and office had extended to three weeks in fact and, even though it had delayed their journey for much longer than planned, Dean was glad they had taken the doctor up on his offer. Those weeks had given them enough time to rest and gather their strength to get on the road again and Sam was finally feeling more or less like his old self by the time they left. The contractions had started to ease off after a couple of days of sleeping in a comfortable bed and eating healthy, homemade food. As the doctor had guessed, the pains stopped altogether when the bruise on Sam’s belly had healed but then the morning sickness seemed to have gotten worse and they decided to stay for another week.
They had been riding for a week, with a quick stop at a small town where they had worked for a day and a half in exchange for more provisions, when they found an old, abandoned paddock with a small stable. As the weather had unexpectedly turned against them, Dean had decided to stay the night and wait out the upcoming storm.
Once they had made sure the horses would be fine on their side of the stable, Sam had caressed them for a bit. People must have had left this plot of land in a hurry. The brothers still had found some old buckets which they had filled with water from the well in front of the stable. Since Dr. Carter had advised the brothers to not let Sam lift any heavy weights, Dean had carried the buckets inside and Ivory and Impala greedily had drunk from them before they had settled to rest. The younger Winchester felt incredibly relieved that none of them would have to stay outside during the heavy storm. He went to check on the place of the stable that Dean and him had picked for themselves. There was still plenty of hay on which they could rest. Sam took the two blankets they owned and put them down on the hay. One of them would function as sheet to keep the hay from scratching and tickling their skin while the other one would be their cover. “It’s been a while since we slept like this,” Sam spoke up and he couldn’t hide the faint smile from his lips. Back then times had been a lot better for them, as they still had been innocent young boys who had lived with their parents on a beautiful farm. The pleasant memories lightened up his mood although his clothes were soaked with water due to the rain outside. During the last weeks Sam had noticed the changes his body had to endure thanks to his pregnancy. He had tried to avoid Dean getting a closer look of his belly as it had started to grow. It wasn’t like he was carrying a huge belly, yet, but he obviously got a little bump, which was faintly visible beneath his drenched clothes.
“Yeah, it’s really been a while…” Dean mused, carrying their packs over to where his brother had made their bed for the night. After rummaging through the contents of one bag, he held out a paper wrap with some dried fruit to Sam. “How about a small snack, while I try to boil some water to make tea?” He detached the smaller of the two pots, which they had gotten from the Murphys, from his saddle bag and poured some of the water from his canteen into it. Grabbing a handful of hay and piling it up on the dusty floor a few feet away, he got his matches out and lighted a small fire, setting the pot into the flames before sitting back down next to his brother.
“Dean? We should open the window if you’ll start a fire in here… even if it’s small…” Sam reminded his brother while he searched through his bag to get out dry clothes.
The older brother stood back up to see if he could open one of the windows, to let some air into the wooden cabin. “You’re right, Sam.” He tied the old string attached to the window frame to a rusty nail to ensure that it would stay open and went back to his brother, who had his back turned towards him and was wiggling out of his wet shirt. Grinning to himself, Dean sneaked up on his oblivious brother and pressed a quick kiss to his exposed shoulder before he tried to wrap his arms around him from behind.
“Dean… don’t,” Sam protested while he stood frozen in place. He had turned away from Dean on purpose to hide the swell of his belly. If the older brother would touch him, he’d feel it.
“What is it, Sam?” The older brother asked, surprised by Sam’s reaction. He pulled his arms back and reached for his lover’s shoulders instead, attempting to turn him around and look him in the eye to see what was going on.
“Just… leave me alone…” Sam sighed.
Frowning at the back of his baby brother’s head, Dean took another step backwards. “Did I do anything wrong, Sammy?” He really had no clue why Sam was being so dismissive all of a sudden.
Oh great! Dean thought it was his fault. Sam’s shoulders slumped down before he put on his dry t-shirt. “You didn’t do anything, Dean…”
“Then why are you flinching away from me as if I had the plague?” Dean asked in confusion because he still saw no reasoning behind Sam’s weird behaviour. “And can you, please, turn around and look at me, when I’m talking to you.” The words held no anger and were spoken in a soft, concerned tone.
“I just… I don’t feel like touching ok?” Sam also got out of his wet pants and underwear before he changed into his dry shorts. Feeling covered up in his clothes he eventually moved to look at his brother just to see the hurt look in his eyes. “Dean…”
The older boy shook his head and rolled his eyes to keep his tears from rolling down his cheeks. “I just don’t get it, Sam… You’ve been feeling better since we left Doc Carter’s place and I… I don’t know but I thought we were okay now…” he trailed off with a resigned sigh.
“Dean, I…” Sam took a breath and stepped closer. “Dean, I’m sorry okay? This isn’t because you and me and our relationship. It’s just that I…” He heard the sound coming from the water in the pot. “The water’s boiling…”
Swilling around, Dean hastily knelt down next to the small fire and lifted the pot out of its flames to set it on the floor. “Damn!” he growled, as he forgot to cover his hand with his sleeve and therefore burned his fingertips. He sucked his fingers into his mouth to soothe the stinging pain and then produced some tea herbs from his pack, adding them to the scalding water.
Sam felt sorry to see his older brother like that. “Dean….” His voice softened and he stepped closer. “Let me see…” Carefully he took Dean’s hurt hand and checked his fingertips. “Looks like you’re lucky,” he whispered before he took a handkerchief and soaked it with a bit of the cold water. “C’mon..” The younger brother took a hold on Dean’s hand again and caringly wrapped the handkerchief around the aching digits to cool the burn.
“I’m fine,” Dean grumbled and tried to pull back his hand because he was frustrated with the whole situation. “I’m going to get changed,” he then announced and started to search for some clean, dry clothes for himself. Quickly he removed his soaked through pants and shirt, not once looking at Sam who was still standing, where he had left him, and slipped into new one, hanging the wet one over a wooden crossbeam, that supported the roof of the barn.
Sam once again felt guilt-ridden when he watched his brother’s bad mood on display. He lowered his head and chewed on his lower lip while he quietly went over to the hay. He didn’t pick the bed he had prepared for Dean and himself but sat down in a corner of the stable. If only Sam would look a little better, he’d go over and hug Dean, but his bump made him feel too ugly, preventing him from searching for any physical contact. Something inside of him changed though and he couldn’t blame the baby for his situation anymore. Not after what he had done to it. Turning his back at Dean he reached out for his belly to give it a soothingly little rub.
At last dressed in dry, warm clothing, Dean turned around to find his brother huddled up in the corner of the room, apparently lost in thought and unconsciously stroking his belly, which was bulging out a little under his shirt. Dean lifted a hand to his mouth to stifle a surprised sigh, when he realized why Sam didn’t want to be touched by him. Knowing his little brother better than anyone else, Dean could tell that he would be freaked out by first visible changes his body was going through. Silently he made his way across the barn and squatted down in front of Sam, reaching out a hand to lift his brother’s chin and establish eye contact with wide, hazel orbs. “Is that the reason why you didn’t want me to touch you, Sammy?” Dean asked softly and covered Sam’s hand on his small bump with his own palm.
The younger brother held his breath for a moment before he noticed that Dean’s look didn’t turn into a disgusted one. In fact he still could see the same caring expression on his brother’s face. It made him feel better and he relaxed at the realization. His breath deepened while he gave a peaceful little nod at Dean’s question.
“You’re pregnant, Sammy. I know that your body is going to change in the next few months… I remember how Mom looked before you were born, you know?” Dean replied soothing while his hand slipped lower to gently caress the curve of Sam’s belly. “She was glowing… so beautiful… and so are you, Sam.” He kissed the younger boy’s forehead lovingly, resting his palm right on top of Sam’s bump. “This is the proof that our baby is growing. You don’t have to be self-conscious about it.”
“Dean…” Sam felt deeply touched by his brother’s words. It was the first time in weeks that the smile which formed on his lips managed to reach his eyes. Never would the younger Winchester have been able to imagine that Dean would not only accept the changes he was going through, but think he was looking beautiful. Glowing. Beautiful. There were little goose-bumps forming on Sam’s skin a warm feeling spread through his body at Dean’s words. He reached out to place both of his hands on top of Dean’s to secure it in its position. The tender touch felt wonderful and Sam wasn’t willing to let go of his brother’s hand, yet.
Feeling the earlier nervous tension seep out of Sam’s body, Dean smiled cheerfully and shifted him around to pull him into his lap. “You know I love you,” he mumbled into his brother’s soft hair, slipping his hands underneath Sam’s shirt to cradle his softly rounded belly between both palms. It felt surreal to finally be able to see visual proof of the baby they had made and Dean felt shivers running down his spine as he thought that he would soon be able to feel their baby kicking inside Sam’s belly.
“Dean? Can we move over…?” Sam nodded into the direction of their bed.
Nodding in agreement, Dean helped his brother up and moved over to their makeshift bed. He sat down first, leaning back against the haystack and opened his arms in invitation.
The younger Winchester smiled at that but before he moved closer he hesitatingly got out of his shirt and put it aside. While he was watching Dean’s reaction he slowly lowered himself onto the hay and came to sit in front of Dean. Although Sam didn’t seem too confident, yet, he eventually had made the first step into the direction of opening up again. He wondered what Dean would say now that he could see his swollen belly without any fabric, which would cover it from Dean’s view.
“God, how I love you,” Dean sighed, his eyes widening with unhidden awe and affection for his brother and lover. Grabbing the hem of his own shirt he swiftly yanked it over his head and threw in into the hay next to where they were sitting. He hoped that shedding his shirt would put them on even ground and make Sam feel less exposed. “Can you already feel the baby move?” he asked curiously but trying to not rush anything, even if he really wanted to have Sam back in his lap and to touch him.
“I love you, too.” Sam moved closer and cupped Dean’s cheeks between his hands. He was looking much better now that the relief, he felt about Dean’s reaction towards his pregnancy, had settled in his eyes. Suddenly he wasn’t as hesitant anymore and so he placed his lips on Dean’s for a tender kiss. “About your question… I’m not sure. It all feels pretty weird, you know? For a long time I felt like my body wouldn’t belong to me anymore.”
Dean couldn’t imagine how it felt to carry a child but nodded because it felt like the right thing to do. “Can I…” He lifted his hand but waited for Sam’s permission before he touched the smooth bump again.
“Yes. Please.” Sam grinned. He was sure that Dean wouldn’t expect this answer, but he had just found out that any touches and belly rubs made him feel extremely good.
“Come here,” Dean coaxed with a soft smile dancing on his lips, as he patted the blanket between his thighs and waited for Sam to move closer to him.
The younger one chuckled a bit and followed Dean’s invitation. He cuddled up into the waiting arms and kissed Dean’s cheek while he curiously waited for Dean to start his caresses again.
Dean gently touched Sam’s belly, as if he was afraid to hurt his brother, and sighed blissfully before ever so softly starting to run his fingers across the silky skin. He rubbed little circles into the slightly swollen flesh and felt his brother lean into his touch. “It feels amazing,” he admitted in a low whisper and traced the outer rim of Sam’s belly-button almost teasingly.
“It really does,” Sam replied somewhat breathy. He looked down to watch the movements of Dean’s hand. “Please, don’t stop…”
Genuinely laughing, Dean kept up the loving ministrations, rubbing and patting his brother’s belly and enjoying the happy noises coming from his lover. He pressed his chest against Sam’s back, basking in the shared body heat and closed his eyes for a second to concentrate on the feeling of Sam’s belly, which was accommodating their unborn child, underneath his palms. Gradually he felt a comfortable warmth spread through his body and is hands moved lower on instinct, caressing the underside of the small bump and dipping into the waistband of Sam’s pants.
“Dean…” Sam gave a deep moan in anticipation of what his brother was going to do to him. He was surprised how sexy he felt all of a sudden. He had to thank Dean for making him feel that special, but first of all he lifted his hips and stripped out of his shorts. Licking his lips he turned around to face Dean. “I want to see you…” His voice sounded dripping from lust.
Reluctantly Dean pulled back from Sam, to quickly wiggle out of his own pants. Then he assumed his position behind his brother, very aware of the fact that his aroused cock was pressing against the crevasse between Sam’s buttocks. “Let me take care of you, Sammy,” he asked softly, inching his right hand over the sensually curved baby bump and between his lover’s thighs to rubbing against Sam’s erection.
“Uhn… Dean…” Sam moaned and his eyelids fluttered. “Slow down, please…” He took a deep breath and took a hold of Dean’s hand to lead it away from his bits. “It’s been so long…. I don’t want to rush it.”
“I’m sorry,” the older brother apologized immediately and stilled his movements. “I just wanted to make you feel good, Sammy.” Dean pressed his lips against the side of his lover’s neck before resting his chin on Sam’s shoulder and exhaling deeply. “I don’t want to rush things either. I just thought… It’s really been a long time since we did anything and I kind of miss it. It thought you missed it, too… but I can do slow. Anything you want, babe.”
Sam felt like he had to clear things up so he turned around completely. “I want it too, Dean. I just want to take it a bit slower. I didn’t even manage to feel you up, yet.” He smiled and leaned in for a tender kiss.
Dean nodded dumbly and leaned back after the kiss, watching Sam with curios eyes as he waited for his brother to set the pace he wanted.
It turned out that Sam’s intention wasn’t to take things extraordinarily slow. He had just missed the intimate moments Dean and him used to share. Capturing Dean’s lips in a kiss, he was letting his hands roam over Dean’s body. He felt up the strong arms, Sam loved to feel around his waist when he was sleeping. He also nibbled on the tender skin of Dean’s neck, because he knew his brother and lover liked to be touched in that spot. While showing Dean how confident Sam was about this he made sure to get the older brother into the mood without being the only one who received pleasure.
His brother’s loving touches and kisses were getting Dean really aroused pretty fast. His cock had already been half hard, when they had started their still fairly innocent, naked cuddling, but now it was throbbing with need within seconds. “Oh, Sammy,” he sighed digging his fingers into his brother’s hips as he fought to keep his impending orgasm at bay. It had indeed been a long time since they had pleasured each other in any way, so Dean’s body was desperate to find release.
“No need to hold back, baby…” Sam chuckled sweetly before he dragged Dean closer. For his taste they had taken long enough and he willingly wrapped his legs around Dean’s heated up body. “I want you…” With a teasingly smirk Sam guided Dean’s hard-on to his entrance. The younger Winchester was eager to find out how sex would feel now that he was pregnant. Dr. Carter had told him that his inner walls felt somewhat different than usual. According to him they were smoother and felt like velvet. Sam also had the feeling that he had gotten slightly wet, another change that the doctor had told him about.
Dean gently grabbed his brother’s hips to still his movement. “Wait… Let me make sure you’re ready,” he whispered hoarsely and slipped one hand between Sam’s legs to carefully touch his fingertip to his lover’s entrance. Applying a little pressure he inserted his index finger into Sam’s wanton body and started to carefully thrust it in and out to loosen the outer muscle ring gradually before slipping a second finger in alongside his first. “You feel so good, Sammy…” he moaned, scissoring his digits to get his brother ready to take his pulsing erection.
“Uhn… God, Dean…” Sam gulped at the great feeling of Dean’s fingers up his most intimate spot. He tried to get closer to Dean’s digits and sucked them in with his greedy ass. They slipped in a lot easier than usual, thanks to the natural lubrication. “Dean…” The younger brother reached out to let his fingertips run through Dean’s short hair while he gave him a love struck smile. “Does it… feel any different?” Sam couldn’t help it. He just had to ask.
Now that his brother had mentioned it or rather asked, Dean realized that Sam really felt different. His body was welcoming his fingers much easier than it usually did, the silky skin of Sam’s inner walls felt more pliable and somehow… wet. Dean’s eyebrows drew up in surprise. “You feel wet down there… Have… Have you been touching yourself?” The question was pretty brainless because they had been living in each other’s pockets for over a month, so privacy was non-existent right now and Dean certainly couldn’t remember seeing Sam pleasuring himself. Pulling out his index and middle finger, the older boy tentatively pressed a third digit into his brother’s hot, slick cavern and gasped in wonder when he saw Sam’s body encompass the added girth without effort. He moaned in arousal at the sight.
Before Sam had the chance to answer Dean’s question a guttural moan escaped the taller brother’s lips. He wriggled beneath Dean’s hot body and softly bit into the older boy’s shoulder to release some of the enormous lust, which had taken him over. “When… do you think I did?” He breathed out and contracted his muscles around Dean’s digits. “C’mon…” he begged.
He couldn’t make any sense out of his brother’s breathy reply but Sam’s blown up pupils and heavy breathing clearly showed how desperate he was to find release. “Tell me what you want me to do, babe,” Dean asked in a low and suggestive voice. He wanted to show Sam how much he loved him, wanted to worship his body to show him, how beautiful he was to Dean.
Sam licked his lips in anticipation of what Dean would to do him if he’d grant his wish. His hazel orbs clearly showed how much he longed for further touches from his brother. “I want you inside of me… now,” he answered without leaving any room for interpretation. As if this wouldn’t be enough already he brought his fingertip up to Dean’s lips. He followed their sexy contours with his digit and enjoyed to watch them open up slightly while Dean gave a breathy moan. With a smirk he let his fingertip slip between Dean’s lips to let the older brother suck it for a moment before he took it away. Sam knew that Dean got turned on by a bit of self-confidence from his side, so he invitingly let the wet fingertip trail up on the inside of his smooth thigh while keeping his gaze locked with Dean’s.
“Do you think it is okay for us to…” There was an honest to God blush forming on Dean’s cheeks when he started asking that question. His cock was painfully hard and his heart was almost beating out of his chest but he was suddenly overcome with worry for Sam and their child he was carrying. “Do you think we might hurt the baby?”
Sam’s lips turned into a smile. He had waited for that question for so long… “Dr. Carter said it’s going to be okay as long as we don’t take a rough ride…”
“Alright, we’ll take it slow then,” the older brother confirmed and ever so gently helped to support Sam’s hips as he gradually lowered himself onto Dean’s erection, until his buttocks brushed against his big brother’s thighs. “Take it easy, Sammy,” he murmured, peppering his lover’s face and neck with soft kisses, while he gave him time to adjust to the intrusion. The sensation of Sam surrounding him like a perfectly fitted glove was amazing in itself but feeling his brother’s small baby bump pressed against Dean’s own flat abdomen made the experience even more intense.
Nodding, Sam bit his lower lip in pleasure. “God Dean… feels so different…” the younger brother moaned out loud while he enjoyed how their love making turned into a steady, slow rhythm. It felt like his slippery walls sucked Dean in deeper than ever before and its contractions made his opening tighten around Dean’s proud cock. “You feel so good…” Sam reached out and took a hold on Dean’s hand, which he placed on his baby belly.
When his hands touched the smooth, warm flesh, Dean couldn’t hold back a throaty moan. “So beautiful… Can’t wait to see you get even bigger with our baby growing inside of you.” He lovingly rubbed the swollen flesh with both his hands, as he rolled his hips lazily, thrusting in and out of Sam’s welcoming heat.
It was unbelievable how much those words turned Sam on. The younger boy never would have thought something like that would be possible. He moaned deeply and dug his fingertips into Dean’s brawny shoulders. “Say that again…” he begged while one of his hands moved lower and rubbed Dean’s back. Sam made sure to make Dean feel how aroused he was by the intensity with which he let his muscles work on his pulsating cock. He tried to open up wider for him so Dean’d be able to go deeper.
The way Sam’s body was clenching around his cock, sent shivers down the older Winchester’s spine and he gently squeezed his brother’s little belly between his palms on his next thrust. “You’re gorgeous, Sam. Amazing.” Dean was panting with need but didn’t dare to speed up his rhythm, yet. “Can’t wait to see you… all big and beautiful with… our baby inside you…” His balls were tightening as he came closer to climaxing and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold his orgasm off much longer, so he wrapped his fingers around Sam’s erection and started to stroke him with practised ease. “So close…
Sam smiled as he carefully reached for Dean’s hand and took it away from his own hard member. He coaxed a hot kiss out OF his brother. The younger Winchester’s hazel eyes held the only explanation for his actions, showing pure bliss and pleasure. Both brothers’ fingers entwined as Sam rocked on Dean’s lap, cuming with lots of little excited moans. Sam hadn’t needed many touches on his privates for that. Dean’s heavenly thrusts had been enough to send him over the edge. Those and the affectionate and hot belly rubs. The younger boy made sure Dean wouldn’t hold back and grabbed for his buttocks to help him keep up the pace by leading his movements, as he massaged the sexy flesh beneath his hands.
As he rode out his orgasm Sam’s body uncontrollably clenched and unclenched around Dean which sent him over the edge into as well. “SAM!” the older brother growled, sounding almost feral as his whole body jerked with the force of the orgasm ripping through him. He saw dark spots, dancing in his vision and thought that he might faint for a moment. After a couple of minutes the last aftershocks died down and Dean curled his arms around Sam’s back to pull him against his chest, never minding the stickiness of his brother’s release on both their skin. They were both sticky, sweaty and pretty much exhausted but Dean couldn’t stop grinning like a loon. “That was amazing, Sammy…”
“Uh huh…” Sam nodded while he tried to steady his breathing. He smiled happily, snuggling up closer. “It feels totally different,” he explained.
“Yes, it does,” Dean agreed with his brother. Sam had in fact felt different around him, softer and unexpectedly slick, almost like a girl, Dean thought to himself. He thought back to the one time Susan Adams had climbed onto his lap and rubbed herself against his naked groin after going skinny dipping with him. She was a few years older than Dean and had been the only girl with whom he had ever been intimate. That had been before him and Sammy had given into their feeling for each other and Dean had given up flirting with girls altogether. Sam was more than he could ever hope for but sometimes the older Winchester still longed for the round softness of a girl’s body, the easy way it accepted him in, and now it seemed like Sam was able to give him exactly that. “This is perfect,” he whispered, afraid to break the peaceful moment. Cradling Sam’s body to his chest, he laid back against the blanket-covered hay, his limp cock still deeply embedded in his brother’s entrance, and enjoyed their closeness.
Sam smiled peacefully and nodded. “It’s weird to feel my body changing so much,” he admitted. “But I think it isn’t bad. I mean… somehow… You know… I… uhm…” The younger Winchester softly squeezed Dean’s hand. “I’ve been so worried since we thought I had lost the baby. Since the contractions stopped and the doc said I’d be fine I… uhm… I think I could enjoy this,” Sam whispered. It was the first time he actually spoke about his feelings concerning his pregnancy. He reached out for his naked belly and tenderly caressed his baby bump, looking thoughtful.
“I know it’s not much consolation but… I’ll do anything to help you get through this, Sam,” Dean vowed to his brother. “You and the baby will be fine. I’ll take care of you.” He leaned his forehead against Sam’s, closing his eyes for a moment before clearing his throat and changing the subject again, because he had had enough touchy-feeling moments to last him a lifetime. “Let’s get cleaned up and eat something before we go to sleep.”
“Alright. Get us something to eat.” He wouldn’t move. If Dean wanted to take care of him he’d let him. Oh he so would! Sam chuckled and rubbed his belly, giving Dean a sneaky grin.
Dean smiled back at his brother. “I won’t fall for any ‘the baby wants this, the baby wants that’-talk, you so you know it,” he announced still grinning widely. He had just taken a wash cloth and a water canteen out of their packs when he heard Sam hiss behind him. “Sammy?” Dean swirled around and stared at his brother with questioning eyes.
The younger Winchester held his belly. He seemed caught up in his own world before slowly the shock on his face changed into a surprised expression. “Dean!” Sam called out while he stared at his belly, gesturing him to come closer.
“What happened? Are you alright, Sam?” Dean demanded, sounding concerned all of a sudden. He hurried back to where his brother was still sitting.
The baby! It’s moving!” Sam sounded excited and quickly reached out to place Dean’s hand on his belly. The younger brother was able to feel the change but from the outside it was only a very faint movement.
As weak as the movement had been, Dean still sensed a light flutter beneath his fingertips and his eyes softened, shining with happy tears. “Wow, that’s amazing, Sammy…” he said lowly and sat down next to his brother with his left hand resting on top of the small bump. Cleaning up and eating could wait for a few more minutes if they had just felt their baby’s first movement. Craning his neck Dean pressed a affectionate kiss to his brother and lover’s lips and waited.
Sam nodded. “You did this to me…” he whispered affectionately. His eyes also filled with tears as he held onto his belly. One of his hands guided Dean’s while the other one tenderly caressed his baby belly. The first movement of their baby. Sam couldn’t believe it. It was the first proof of the baby not only growing but actually giving a sign of life. It was an overwhelming moment, which he would forever treasure in his heart. Sam was glad that he could share it with Dean, the father of his child. Wow. Dinner surely was forgotten by then and Sam presented the happiest smile, which ever had made it onto his lips, to Dean.
Chapter 7