Fic: Blaze Of Glory (13/14)
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).
Hey everybody, as promised I'm posting the new update and I a bit sad to tell you that this is the last chapter of this fic. There will still be an epilogue but luscious_rebel and I still have to finish writing it, so it might take a bit longer than usual to post that final part. Luscious and I had a great time writing this and appreciated all the lovely feedback we've gotten from you so far! :) We really hope that you enjoy this chapter as well and will do our best to have the epilogue ready for posting soon.
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Bobby was watching Dean while he struggled to maneuver the heavy wagon across the stony path they were traveling on. It was a lot easier for Dean’s black stallion Impala to get through than it was for his two horses, which were dragging the covered wagon. The news the older Winchester brother had brought to him had shocked the old man to his bones. Never would he have thought that such a bad destiny would strike Mary and John. Their poor sons must have had more than a hard time, trying to keep alive. Getting to know that they also had to take care of twins, who were born only two days ago had made him feel even more shocked. “I still can’t believe what you told me about Sam…” he spoke up while he shook his head.
The question tore Dean out of his own musings. He had left Sam and their children a day ago, when they had found out that they were only a mere day’s ride away from their uncle’s town but he already missed his small family. Sam and he had both been fighting tears, when Dean had said his goodbyes the previous morning but they both knew that neither Sam nor the babies were fit to travel on horseback and that therefore someone had to arrange a wagon for them. “But it’s true, Bobby. It was… I’m just happy that Sammy and the babies are alright. We were really lucky that the Indians took us in and helped Sammy.” He rubbed his tired eyes. It had taken him almost a whole day to reach their uncle’s farm and he had refused to stay the night because he wanted to get back to Sam as soon as possible. The older Winchester’s stubbornness had finally made Bobby Singer understand that there was no point to reason with the kid and they had left after a meager dinner. Now the sun had almost reached its zenith and they were already close to the camp from what Dean could tell. Impala was just as tired as his young owner but the stallion wasn’t used to pulling a wagon and had also refuse to walk next to the other two horses, so Dean was riding him in order to keep him calm and on the right road.
“I still wonder why the Indians helped you.” Bobby frowned. “Well, we should be thankful they did. I always used to tell stupid folks at town they’d be nicer than one’d think…”
Dean shrugged. “I don’t know it either. People in the last few towns we passed through told us to stay away from the Natives if we could help it… But they had been really nice to us and told us we could stay until Sam felt strong enough to continue our journey but I can tell that he wants to get… home… I guess.” Dean smiled reluctantly. He had only related what had happened to their parents and to Sammy and him but he hadn’t really discussed if Bobby could and would take them in, yet.
Bobby Singer nodded. “Damn, I can imagine that. It’s about time for you two to start a real living again. What you’ve lived through must have been terrible for you boys, but… things will change. I’ll make sure of that. I’d go to hell if I wouldn’t take care of John’s boys.” He smiled at Dean. “C’mon, let’s pick up some speed.”
Smiling back at the older man, Dean spurred Impala on. He could barely wait to be with Sammy and their kids again.
***
Bobby was curious when they arrived at the Indian’s camp. No one attacked him since people seemed to recognize Dean. Instead they were welcomed nicely and one of the younger girls of the tribe, led them to the tepee Sam and the babies were staying in. It turned out that the three of them were sleeping. Sam was cradling Mary Liz and John Dean in his arms. They looked peaceful, although Sam also still looked exhausted and pale.
Even if he felt dead on his feet because of the long ride and the sleep he had missed out on, Dean hurried over to his sleeping family and kissed Sam’s forehead affectionately. He had been pretty vague when he had told Bobby about Sam’s pregnancy and had left out the fact that he was the babies’ other dad. Their uncle was an understanding man but Dean wasn’t sure how he would react to their little secret and the older Winchester hadn’t had the guts to talk to him about it, because he was too afraid that Bobby might change his mind about helping them. “Hey, Sammy, I’m back and I brought Uncle Bobby with me,” he announced in a soft whisper, watching his brother’s eyelids fluttering open.
The younger Winchester tried to fix his gaze on Dean and once he managed to hold his eyes open he smiled. “You’re back…” Sam was glad to see his brother and lover. His heart instantly jumped with joy and he wanted to steal a kiss from Dean’s lips when he froze, as he became aware of Bobby’s presence.
“Yeah, I’m back and we brought a wagon to get you and the little ones home.” There was a warm smile on Dean’s tired face as he kissed both infants’ heads lovingly.
“Dean...” Sam waited until Dean's lips parted from the children before he tried to sit up a little. “It's so good to see you, Bobby...”
“It’s good to see you, kid,” Bobby replied with a smile. He let his gaze wander to the sleeping newborns on Sam’s chest and his smile grew wider. “And those two are my new grandchildren?” he asked good-naturedly. According to their father’s stories, uncle Bobby had lost his wife very early and had never married again. He didn’t have any children but it had always been clear that he loved kids.
Sam smiled weakly. “I think now that Mom and Dad are gone… it means they are… sort of,” he replied. While Dean had been away to inform Bobby and get some help, Sam had thought about their family. He was happy about the babies, but the fact that Mary and John Winchester, their parents, never would be able to see them, hurt.
Flashing a warm smile at his brother, Dean lifted Mary out of his arms and handed her to their uncle. “Meet your grandpa Bobby, princess.” He cooed to the infant and gently passed her into the waiting arms.
Bobby cradled the little baby to his chest and watched her. “She’s pretty…”
Sam smiled at Bobby’s words and looked at Dean. “Do you want to take the little one for a moment?” He offered and lifted Johnny up a little.
Taking his sons out of Sam’s arms, Dean kissed the infants forehead before lovingly cradling him to his chest. “Hey, champ, did you miss me?” he playfully asked the small boy and stroked his chubby face with his fingertips.
Bobby chuckled to himself as he saw his usually wild and cocky nephew playing with the child. “So what are their names? Dean didn’t want to tell me, yet.”
The younger Winchester tried to sit up a little more, but his face darkened at Bobby’s questions. “Mary. Mary Liz and John Dean Winchester,” he answered the question, which made him feel so terribly sick.
“So you named this beauty after her grandmother and that little guy after his grandfather and uncle?” Bobby asked, trying to sound cheerful because he had seen that his earlier question had upset his younger nephew. He knew how hard it was to lose a loved one, so he could relate to the boys’ pain.
Looking at Dean, Sam swallowed. Should they tell Bobby or not? It wouldn’t be easy to raise their children if they wouldn’t be allowed to know Dean was their real daddy. How should they keep it a secret from Bobby, if they would let their children know the truth? Decisions had to be made.
Dean had involuntarily tensed at the question and he could clearly see how nervous Sam all of sudden was. He encouragingly smiled at his brother and took his hand, squeezing it comfortingly. He knew exactly what Sam was thinking because his thoughts were the same right now. They needed to decide if they should come clean with Bobby or keep their relationship and well as the truth about their children a secret. As much as he feared their uncles reaction to the truth, Dean still knew that they wouldn’t be able to hide their feelings for each other forever so he cleared his throat and hoarsely spoke up. “There’s one thing we need to tell you, Bobby…”
The oldest of the three men raised his eyebrow and looked up from Mary Liz to face Dean. “What is it, son?” He always had felt like Dean and Sam were his own boys, so he was troubled about their worried faces. “Spit it out already!”
Hearing Bobby call him ‘son’ didn’t make it any easier to tell him the truth. Dean had asked himself countless times how their dad might have reacted to the revelation that his sons were in a relationship with each other and now he was reminded of his fears and doubts. Still there was no way to go back now that he had already announced that he wanted to tell something, so he would have to pull himself together and get it out already. “I’m not their uncle… I’m their dad…” He could feel Sam squeezing his hand more tightly as he finally made their confession and he didn’t dare to look up at Bobby to see the disgust and hatred that certainly would now be written all over his face.
Sam felt like his breath wouldn’t reach his lungs anymore. He bit down on his bottom lip and watched how Bobby’s expression turned from the previously serious to a shocked one.
The only reason why he didn’t completely give in to the negative surprise was the little baby girl in his arms. He carefully brought her closer to his chest while he watched her. His thoughts were racing and he tried to digest the words Dean had spoken to him.
The silence, which had crept into the room, clouding the atmosphere with tension, made Sam feel miserable. He was nervously chewing on his bottom lip and tears welled up in his eyes.
“No, Sammy…” Dean muttered, pulling his brother against his side with his free arm. Now that the truth was out, there was no need to hold back any longer, so he kissed Sam’s temple and soothingly whispered to him. “Don’t cry. I promised you, I’ll make it alright, babe.”
“I can’t stand this any longer…” Sam whimpered sadly. He felt exhausted. The last two days had brought him close to the edge and the mixture of feelings, which constantly kept rushing over him, had worn him out. The physical exhaustion only added to that. The last months had cost a lot of energies for both Winchester brothers. It was obvious that Dean was exhausted as well, but for Sam it felt, like he had reached the point at which he had absolutely no power left anymore.
“I know, Sammy. I know, but it’s gonna be alright… I promise.” Dean kept saying while he cradled both Sammy and their son to his chest.
“Stop crying, Sam… The babies will get nervous…” Bobby spoke up as well. This situation was hard to handle, but he could see how desperate Dean and Sam were, and he wanted them to calm down.
Dean looked up in surprise when he heard Bobby’s booming voice. He had been so focused on Sam that he had completely forgotten that their uncle was still in the same room. Gently rubbing Sam’s arm as he held him close, Dean agreed quietly. “Yeah, try to calm down, the babies can feel it when you’re upset, Sammy.” He was just as distressed as his brother but Dean had always been able to hide his emotions better than Sam.
“Yeah, yeah sorry…” Sam sighed and took a deep breath. Bobby and Dean were right, he had to focus on the most important topic at hands and that was how to raise their children in the best possible way. “I’m sorry,” he repeated again.
“It’s okay,” Dean kept assuring his distressed brother before he dared to look at their uncle again. They had just revealed their secret to him and, even though Bobby hadn’t started shouting or anything, Dean still wasn’t sure how the older man had taken the news about their incestuous relationship. “Bobby…” he started asking without really knowing what exactly he wanted to say.
The oldest of the men in the tepee sighed. “What? What do you want to hear, boy?” He shook his head. “You just dropped one hell of a bomb on me…”
Trying to swallow the lump in his throat, Dean stared at the floor and nodded solemnly. “I know and… I understand if you are mad or disgusted now but I need to take Sammy and the babies to the nearest town with a doctor to make sure they’re fine. Just drop us off somewhere and we won’t bother you ever again,” the older Winchester muttered, completely convinced that Bobby was going to turn his back on them now that he knew their secret.
“Tsk…” Bobby huffed, his gaze boring into Dean. “Have you ever heard about the meaning of family, boy?! Do you think I’d turn you down just because… because Sam and you got into trouble? Remember how many times I’ve watched you when you were children?”
“I just thought…” Dean started speaking but shut up when he saw the stern look on their uncle’s face. Bobby was determined to help them that much was sure now and Dean felt relief wash over him like a tidal wave. He felt his eyes moisten but just couldn’t hold the tears of gratitude back. “Thank you, Bobby,” he rasped in a scratchy voice, holding Sam tight and staring at their baby daughter in Bobby’s arms.
“Hell, I just want to know the two of you… four… of you… fine.” Bobby shook his head. He had a hard time to come up with comforting words, but he tried. “So… first of all we should get you to see a doctor… and a warm house…” The tepee wasn’t exactly cold, but he could tell that both Winchester boys looked tired and done. Sam’s sudden outburst had only added to that impression.
Dean smiled through the thin veil of tears and nodded in agreement because he didn’t trust his voice right now. He was incredibly thankful for Bobby’s sympathy and he was finally sure that everything would indeed turn out alright, just as he had been promising Sam for so long. They would go with Bobby and build a new life, just as they had hoped for when they had started their long and straining journey all those months ago.
“I don’t know what to say…. Just… thank you, Bobby. Really. I mean it…” Sam’s in voice became audible. He tried to take both of the babies into his arms again. When he was watching them, he still couldn’t believe he really had given birth to them himself. He still had problems wrapping his mind around that fact
“Don’t mention it,” Bobby replied, clearly getting emotional as well and trying to mask it by waving the boys off. “Let’s just relax for a bit and plan our return journey,” he announced and grinned when he saw both boys nod simultaneously.
***
They had stayed another whole day at the Indian camp, so Dean and Bobby as well as their horses would have the chance to relax a little. Then they had thanked Meoma and Maiara for all their help and hospitality and finally hit the road again.
Sam and the children had almost slept through the whole journey but they had still had been quite exhausted when they had arrived at Bobby’s ranch after a day worth of riding, so Dean had helped his brother to get settled in their new room with the little ones before falling into bed right beside him.
“I had almost forgotten how good it feels to sleep in an actual bed,” Dean moaned blissfully as he stood up from the cosy bed and walked over to old wooden crib to pick up their son, who was apparently already hungry. Three days had passed since they had arrived at the ranch and they hadn’t done much more than to catch up on sleep and food. "Hey, champ, are you ready for breakfast," he asked the screaming infant with a soft smile.
The little boy moved a little and kept on screaming. “It’s likely he is…” Sam’s whisper came from the direction of the bed. He still felt a little sleepy, but thanks to the warmth in the room and the comfort of a neat mattress beneath his exhausted body, he was far from complaining.
Dean carefully handed Johnny over to Sam and went back to the crib to pick up Mary as well because he knew that she would start complaining any second now. “Good morning, baby girl,” he cooed, kissed the fine, dark hair on her tiny head. Then he sat down next to Sam. “Bobby said that this doctor friend of his is supposed to come around today…”
“Sounds good.” Sam smiled as he held their baby boy to his chest so he could drink. While he was watching him, a peaceful smile played around his lips. “I still can’t believe all that’s true… I mean… We’re at Bobby’s and he’s helping us… We don’t have to sleep outside any longer… And… our babies are real…”
Smiling back at his gleeful brother, Dean leaned in for a quick kiss. He knew exactly what Sam meant because he still couldn’t believe their lucky either. “Yeah, Uncle Bobby is great. I’ve told him that I wanted to go to town and try to get a job, so I could pay for our stay and he said that he’s been considering to hire another stable boy for quite some time, so I can work for him. That way I'll be near in case you need help with the kids."
“Seriously, I can’t say how good it feels to hear that, Dean.” Sam turned to look at his older brother and smiled. “I mean… I never would have expected for us to become parents of twins…” He shook head but smiled all amused while he finished feeding Johnny. “Here, take your son while I’ll take care of Mary…”
Lifting his son to his shoulder, Dean gently patted his back to help him burp. Then he lowered the baby back into his arms and started to stroke his cheeks with his fingertips. “We’re lucky that these two are so good. As long as they are fed in time they’re little angels.” He chuckled when he heard the smacking sounds his daughter was making as she greedily latched onto Sam’s nipple.
Sam couldn’t help but to chuckle. “Yeah, hungry little angels…” He gently caressed their daughter’s back and watched her drink. “Do you think we’ll be good parents, Dean?”
“Yes, we will,” Dean replied with conviction. “Mom and Dad did a good job raising us and we will do the same for those two.” He bent down to kiss first Johnny’s and then Mary’s head and was about to press another kiss to Sam’s lips when someone knocked at their door.
“Dean? Sam? The doc’s here. Can we come in?” Bobby’s voice could be heard through the closed door and Sam looked at Dean. Of course they could, couldn’t they?
“Sure. Come on in,“ the blond Winchester called back and winked at his brother. They could still make out after the doctor had checked Sam and the babies over.
“Breakfast time, huh?” Bobby commented onto the scene in front of him. It made Sam smile and he nodded while he was holding Mary safely. “Thank you for coming, Doctor… Could you… could you check our babies?”
The doctor smiled warmly at Sam. “Of course that’s why Bobby asked me to come here. I’ll take a good look at your babies and I will check you out as well, just to make sure that your body is recuperating properly from the birth. So who wants to go first?” He asked looking at the boys.
“Johnny…” Sam spoke up. Their son had finished his breakfast by then so he nodded in the direction of the baby boy.
Bobby placed a blanket on the little table in the room. “C’mon, bring him over, Dean!”
“Then let’s take a look how healthy this little man is,” the doctor announced and opened the buttons on Johnny’s romper suite. As soon as the cold metal of the stethoscope touched his skin the baby boy started screaming, kicking and punching the air. “He’s got quite a pair of lungs on him,” the physician grinned and pulled the stethoscope back, closing his hand around the metal piece to warm it a little bit before trying another time.
“He does and… would you please stop to make him cry?” Sam sounded worried and shot a quick gaze into Dean’s direction to make sure he would watch the actions of the doctor.
“Don’t upset my grandkid, Caleb,” Bobby butted in and waved a finger at his old friend. “Just tell us he’s as healthy as he sounds and give him back to his daddy.”
“I’m careful,” Caleb assured everyone before he continued his examination.
Sam was watching him from the bed, but also made sure to keep his baby girl safe. Once she finished eating, he helped her to burp.
The sound of it made Bobby chuckle. “A real lady…” he commented but looked at Caleb. “How’s Johnny?”
“Healthy as a horse,” Caleb shot back and stepped back to let Dean dress his son again before picking him up from the makeshift examination table.
Sam smiled at that. “I’m glad to hear that.” Judging from Dean’s face his brother was thinking the same. With a little effort Sam shifted in bed and carefully moved to get up so he could walk over to Caleb and hand him the baby girl. It cost him quite some energy, but he tried to be brave.
Seeing his brother shuffling across the room, Dean hurriedly laid Johnny back into the crib and was at Sam’s side within seconds. “Take it easy, Sammy. Let’s get you back to the bed.” He grabbed his brother’s elbow to steady him and slowly lead him back to their bed as Caleb started to examine Mary.
“Dean, stop it… Please…” Sam moved along until he was back in bed but shook his head in a calm yet pleading manner.
“I just don’t want you to overdo it. You’re supposed to relax until you’re all healed up again.” Dean pulled the covers back up to his brother’s waist and sat down on the edge of the bed as if he wanted to make sure that Sam wouldn’t jump up again.
“Yes, I know. I won’t overexert myself. I’m way too exhausted to even consider that option, but… Dean… I gave birth to two wonderful children. I’m not a child anymore.”
Bobby decided to intervene before the boys started an argument. “So, how’s the little princess doing, Caleb?” He moved closer to his friend and looked over his shoulder, gazing at the squirming little girl.
“Just as healthy as her brother.” Caleb smiled and put her soft little baby clothes back in place before he handed her over to Bobby.
Both of them exchanged a smile and Bobby held the baby girl. “C’mon… Dean? Get a hold on your little boy and join us in the kitchen.”
The older Winchester took his son out of the crib once more and moved over to door but turned around as he reached the doorway. “Will you be okay, Sammy, or do you want me to stay with you?” he asked to make sure he was doing the right thing in leaving the room.
“I’m fine,” Sam assured him. He felt a lot safer now that they were staying at Bobby’s.
“Alright, I’ll be in the kitchen with Bobby while the doc examines you.” Dean flashed his brother a reassuring smile and slowly left the room.
Sam watched him leave and took a little breath once Dean was gone. He loved his brother. He really did. Yet, this was one of the moments in which he was too exhausted to keep up with Dean’s constant worries about him. For some reason Sam wasn’t even nervous about being with the doctor. He seemed to be a good friend of Bobby’s.
“So, Sam, can you please take of your shirt form me?” Caleb asked and walked over to the bed. “Just lay down and relax. I’ll try to be really quick.”
“Ok.” Sam took off his shirt without hesitation and moved into a lying position. “I’m not nervous. Let’s get this over with…”
Caleb grinned at the boy’s remark. “I’m going to palpate your abdomen. Tell me if it hurts and don’t try to be brave about it because I need to know if something’s wrong.” He sat down next to his patient’s thighs and leaned down above the young man, gently placing his hands on the still swollen flesh of Sam’s belly.
“It feels like I got a hole in there….” Sam commented as he watched the moving hands. “It hurts a little, but it’s not too bad…” he went on informing Caleb.
“How many days ago did you give birth?” The doctor inquired and carefully pressed down on Sam’s soft belly, trying to assess if the uterus was forming back as it should.
“Six days… and I did it without a doctor…”
Nodding to himself, Caleb continued his exam. “Bobby told me about that but he also mentioned that one of the Indian women who helped you was a healer. If that’s true you should be fine. Those healers have a vast knowledge in the medical field. One wouldn’t think it but those natives sometimes seem more advanced in some things than us.” He looked pleased as he pulled his hands back. “From what I can say, everything feels normal. Have you had any bleedings or pains since the birth?”
“Uhm… I still have some bleedings… they’re not bad though…” Sam replied. “Is that bad? The Native American healer said it’s normal…”
“Yes, it is as long as it isn’t excessive and you are not in serious pain.” Caleb confirmed matter-of-factly before asking his next question. “How are you handling the breast feeding?”
“Uhm… the babies are drinking… and I… I don’t know… sometimes it hurts a little… I think having children is a little complicated.” The latter Sam didn’t like to admit, but it was the truth.
Bobby’s old fried smiled understandingly. “Having a child always brings a lot of changes and new experiences with it. It can be pretty demanding, especially with twins, but Bobby’s a great guy and Dean seems to care a lot about you as well, so I’m sure you’ll settle into parenthood quite smoothly. It just takes some time.” Caleb looked pensive. “Well, my suggestion for you is to stay off your feet as much as you can for at least another week. Just give your body the chance to heal up properly and when you experience that feeling of emptiness, which you mentioned, just lay one of your babies on your belly. The proximity will be good for both of you.” He gave the young man in front of him another encouraging smile. “Are there any questions on your part?”
Sam smiled at the thought of cradling one of the children to his body. “Actually, yes… I do have another question. I mean… this is more about uhm… Dean and me… you know what I mean?” He was still a little shy about talking about sex with strangers, but he had longed to feel Dean for some days. It was just that he was worried because of the bleeding and the soreness he still was experiencing. “Will we be… I mean… Some day…?”
The faint blush forming on his patient’s face always made Caleb laugh in amusement but he successfully masked by clearing his throat. “I strictly advice you to avoid any penetrating intercourse until the bleeding and the aching have fully stopped. You should be fully healed before putting such a strain on yourself, Sam. Other than that just take things slowly and generally listen to your body as stop when something doesn’t feel right, yet. Nevertheless you have to keep in mind that you already have two babies to take care of and that you can get pregnant again. Two children already are a great responsibility and you and Dean are both still young.”
The young Winchester listened closely and registered every word. The doctor spoke about some important points and Sam was glad that he cared and was aware of his worries. It made Sam feel more comfortable. “I’ll tell Dean,” he promised. “About the… uhm… possible pregnancy… The healer, who helped me to give birth, gave me some herbs. She told me to boil them and have a cup of tea each day to avoid another pregnancy. Do you think that’s an option?”
“As I’ve said the Natives know a lot about herbs and there really are a few plants that are supposed to help preventing pregnancy. I can’t guarantee you the tea will work but you can try it out. I don’t think it will hurt to try it,” Caleb replied. “And you can ask Margaret, Bobby’s housekeeper if she knows the plant. She’s pretty good around plants and might be able to help you to plant some of those herbs in the garden.”
“I’ll do that. Thanks, Doctor… I… I’m a bit tired now,” Sam admitted. “Would you mind to uhm… let me get some rest? I mean I’m really thankful for everything you did for us, it is just…” He gave Caleb an apologetic little smile.
There was a loud knock on the door and without waiting for a reply Dean stepped inside. He flashed his brother a smug grin, trying to hide his worries behind smugness. “So how’s Sammy doing, Doc? I was wondering if you had forgotten to call us back inside.”
Caleb turned to smile at Dean. “Everything’s alright, boy. I just finished the examination and Sam’s fine. He’s still sore, but that’s normal. His body is recovering from birth. It will take some days until he’ll be healed up completely, but there’s no reason to worry,” he assured the older Winchester.
“Glad to hear that,” Dean beamed first at the older man and then turned towards his brother. “Margaret is making breakfast and she wanted to know if you have any special wishes or cravings.” He winked at Sam.
“I would love some hot chocolate,” Sam spoke up hesitatingly while he gave his older brother a love struck gaze. “How are our little ones?”
“They’re great. Margaret is cooing over them and Bobby is still trying to hide it but they already have him wrapped around their little fingers as well.” Dean leaned down and started looping one arm underneath Sam’s legs to lift him up. “Bobby says he’s still got an old wheelchair from his mom in the attic but I still have to get it downstairs,” he explained as he curled his other arm around his lover’s back.
“Dean…” Sam chuckled. “I’m only recovering, not passing away… If you would help me to walk downstairs that would be fine… I can sit, you know?” He looked at Caleb for help and the oldest man in the room nodded.
“Sam has to rest, but he’s doing better than you’d think, Dean.”
Frowning a little, Dean stared first at Caleb and then at his brother. “I’m sure you’re supposed to take it easy for now and I don’t want to risk you fainting and falling on the stairs.” All Winchesters were known for their stubborn streak and Dean wouldn’t budge. “We’ll be faster if I carry you and I’m really hungry. Just humour me, Sammy.”
“Why don’t you just go and grab some food and serve me some food later on? I could take a nap about now and you could carry a tray upstairs once you’re done eating,” Sam offered.
Dean’s shoulders slumped but he let go of his brother and nodded. “Alright, we’ll leave you alone for now and I’ll come back later. I’ll leave the door open. Just call if you need anything, alright?” He pressed a kiss to Sam’s forehead and walked towards the door.
Sam nodded in return and gave Dean a faint smile before he closed his eyes and snuggled deeper into the pillow to rest.
Caleb walked ahead and showed Dean out of the room. While they were walking downstairs he spoke up. “Don’t worry, Dean. Sam is undergoing lots of changes. He doesn’t hate you.”
“I know,” Dean admitted, still sounding defeated somehow. “I’m just used to taking care of him. He always says I’m overprotective but I still thought he secretly enjoyed it.” He snorted and then shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I guess the past couple of weeks just got to me.”
“Which wouldn’t be much of a big surprise, considering what the two of you went through…” Caleb agreed. He shook his head. “It’s normal for people to have some mood swings after they’ve given birth…”
Dean nodded and tried to take comfort from Caleb’s words. It made sense that Sam would be having mood swings just like the one he had had in the beginning of his pregnancy. The older Winchester would wait patiently for his brother and lover to get back to his normal self and in the meantime he would just take everything that Sam would throw at him and take care of him and their babies.
Epilogue