Dreams Do Come True (10/?)
Title: Dreams Do Come True (10/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Characters: Dean, Sam, Ash, Bobby, Ellen, OFC's, OMC's
Warnings: AU, MPREG
Summary: Sam, Dean, and Tristan's nightmare is over and now they can be an actual family. Sam's pregnant again and Dean get's to be there and is gonna be a total mother hen. Plus there's a wedding to plan. Sequel to Fairytales are for Princes
A/N: It's normal for men to get pregnant and have kids. There's no deal, but John is still dead.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, sadly :-( Kripke does.
Chapter Ten: You’re Having My Baby
A month had passed since the Winchesters had moved into their new house. Tristan was finally used to the house. The first few nights he was disoriented when he would wake up suddenly in the middle of the night. It took Sam and Dean a while to get used to the house also. Sam more than Dean since he had been at the other house longer.
Sam’s belly had grown a little bit more within that month. His balance was off, his back ached, his feet were swollen, and he felt ugly. He was afraid that Dean would fall out of love with him if he kept getting bigger. Sam knew he shouldn’t think that, but his hormones didn’t help. Every night he made up an excuse when Dean wanted to start something. It worked for the first few nights, but then Dean started to get suspicious. He wanted to know what was going on with his little brother.
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The brothers lay awake in their bed. They had just finished watching a movie downstairs. Tristan had been put to bed a few hours before. Dean turned on his left side and ran his hand down Sam’s chest then belly. Sam closed his eyes and moaned at the contact. Dean grinned, his hands roamed lower and placed a kiss on his neck.
“Mmm Sammy…” Dean whispered.
Sam tensed when he felt Dean’s hand on his crotch, “De…Dean not tonight, I’m too tired.” He pushed Dean’s hand away.
Dean sighed, “Again Sam? You’re lying. What’s really going on?”
“Nothing’s wrong Dean, I’m just tired is all.” He gave his brother a kiss and turned on his side.
Dean wasn’t going to let it go tonight. He turned Sam to face him, “Sam you’ve been doing this a lot lately. Now tell me the real reason.” He frowned.
Sam opened his mouth to respond when they heard Tristan cry out. Both guys hurriedly got out of bed and rushed into Tristan’s room, Dean in front of Sam. They were relieved to find the little boy just thrashing in bed and not being threatened by some demon or monster from their past.
“Baby wake up.” Sam shook Tristan a little. The little boy still thrashed and cried, but wouldn’t wake up. “C’mon Peanut, it’s just a nightmare, wake up.” Sam ran his fingers through the blonde mop of hair.
Dean joined Sam on the side of the bed, “You don’t think he’s remembering what happened before?”
“God I hope not.” He looked down at his son.
After a little more thrashing and whimpering Tristan opened his eyes, “Daddy!” He sat up and clung to Sam.
Sam hugged his son tight, “Shh baby, it’s okay. We’re here.” Tears rolled down Tristan’s cheeks.
Dean rubbed his back, “Did ya’ have a nightmare champ?”
Tristan nodded against Sam’s neck, “Meanie lady. Th-the one who wan…wanted Daddy De.”
Sam and Dean tensed. They had hoped their son was over those nightmares. They never wanted him to remember what happened with Jo and Gordon.
Sam held him tighter, “She’s gone Peanut and she’s not coming back.” He got up with Tristan in his arms and sat on the rocking chair that was in the room. “You’re okay baby boy, your Daddies are right here.”
Tristan sniffled and clung to Sam, tears still ran down his cheeks. Sam held him as best as he could with his belly in the way and began to hum the first lullaby that came to mind. Eventually the rocking and humming lulled their son back to sleep. Sam wiped the drying tears from Tristan’s face with his thumb and kissed his forehead.
“Sleep tight Peanut.” He looked at his brother who had been quiet the whole time and smiled. “He’s out.”
“Give him here, I’ll tuck him in.” He walked up to his lover and son and gently took Tristan from Sam’s arms.
Dean tucked him in and smiled down at his son. He turned to look at Sam who had gotten up from the rocking chair.
“C’mon baby let’s go back to bed.” He grabbed Sam’s hand and led him back to their room.
Once back in their bed Dean was determined to find out what was really going on with his brother, chick-flick moment be damned. He had no clue as to why Sam kept pushing him away when it came to sex.
He pulled Sam close, “Sammy what’s really wrong? Why won’t you let me love you?”
Sam tensed, “I…I’m not doing anything, I really am just tired…” He pulled away from Dean.
“You know I can tell when you’re lying. You were never good at hiding things from me. Now tell me the real reason.”
Sam got up from the bed, “I don’t wanna talk about it Dean, I just wanna go to bed and sleep. Is that a problem?”
“No it’s not a problem, but you’re hiding something from me and I wanna know what.”
Sam turned away from him, “Can’t you just drop it?!” Tears formed and he tried hard to get them to stop.
Dean walked up behind him, but didn’t touch him, “No I’m not gonna drop it. Something’s bothering you and you’re not letting me help you.” He reached out and rubbed his little brother’s tensed back. “C’mon baby talk to me, please.”
Sam couldn’t help the tears that rolled down his cheeks, he turned and faced Dean, “I…I feel ugly…I’m all fat, my feet are swollen, and my balance is off once in a while…I’m afraid if you see me naked you’re gonna be disgusted and not love me anymore.” He broke down.
Dean’s heart twisted in his chest as he heard his little brother’s confession and break down. He quickly pulled him into his arms, “Oh Sammy baby, you’re not fat nor ugly. You’re pregnant, you’re having our baby…Because of the baby’s weight you’re obviously gonna get swollen, but I’m here to help you with that.” He gave Sam a soft kiss. “Baby you look so beautiful, you’re glowing. I would never be disgusted by you and I would most definitely never ever stop loving you.” He palmed his cheek. “Just let me prove it to you.”
Sam sniffled, “Y-you mean it?”
Dean smiled, “Of course I do baby.” He gave him another kiss and led Sam back to the bed.
He gently pushed him down and Sam moved up until his head hit the pillow. Dean followed him until he was on top of his lover. He leaned down and kissed him. He ran his hands down Sam’s torso until he got to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up. He kissed the bare belly and looked up at his brother who still had tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Shh baby let me do all the work. Now sit up a little so I can take off your shirt, I wanna see all of you.” He sat back as Sam did as he was told. Dean took off his own shirt and helped Sam with his.
Sam wrapped his arms around himself as if that could hide his pregnant belly. Dean smiled, pulled Sam’s arms away from his body, and placed them at his sides.
“I still can’t believe our baby girl is in there.” He rubbed Sam’s belly. He leaned down and kissed the warm flesh. “Lie back down again.” He whispered.
Dean kissed Sam again then moved down to his nipples. He took one bud into his mouth and started to suck on it while he tweaked the other with his fingers. Sam moaned beneath him, the sensations feeling good. After a short while he moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment.
“De more.” Sam whispered.
Dean grinned against Sam’s chest, “As you wish Sammy.”
He moved down Sam’s body. He kissed and nipped the sensitive skin as he made his way down to Sam’s clothed erection. In one swift movement he got rid of Sam’s sweatpants and underwear.
Dean stared at his lover appreciatively, “So beautiful baby.”
Sam blushed at the praise, “C’mon De, make love to me.”
Dean took off his pajamas then leaned down and kissed his brother passionately. He reached over and got the bottle of lube from the nightstand.
“Gotta get you ready.” Dean kneed Sam’s legs apart and settled between them.
Before he could lube up his fingers, Sam took the bottle from him and poured some on his hand. He got one finger coated and started to prepare himself for his brother’s cock. He licked his lips and moaned when the tip of his finger hit his prostate.
Dean watched Sam in a trance. He hadn’t expected him to take the lube and prepare himself. Sam added another finger and his back arched off the bed. He liked feeling the slight burn of his fingers stretching him. With his free hand he stroked his cock. The dual action brought him close to the edge. Dean was more than ready to come just by the way his brother looked all wanton.
Dean couldn’t take it anymore and pulled Sam’s hand out of the way, “Sammy no more, I gotta be inside you.”
Sam nodded, “Need you big brother.” He coated Dean’s cock with the rest of the lube.
Dean had to hold the base of his cock or he would’ve come then and there. It had been weeks that he had waited to sink into Sam’s tight heat. He positioned himself at Sam’s entrance and looked down at him.
“Ready?”
“Yes. Please De now.” He spread his legs wide.
Dean pushed in slowly, letting Sam feel every inch of him. He stopped when he was buried to the hilt and waited for Sam to adjust.
“De move.” Sam rolled his hips.
He keened when Dean pulled back and slammed back in.
“Oh God Dean.” His back arched beautifully.
“Sammy so good…as always.” He nipped at Sam’s neck.
Dean rocked his hips slowly. He wanted to be gentle that night. Both men had to keep quiet so they wouldn’t wake Tristan.
“C’mon De…faster.” Sam gasped.
Dean sped up a little, hitting Sam’s prostate once in a while. Moans were swallowed with kisses. Sweat rolled down both of their bodies. Sam licked the salty sweat that was on Dean’s neck.
“Dean I’m so cl-close…T-touch me.” He held onto Dean’s shoulders and spread his legs wider.
Dean chuckled, “Such a pushy bottom tonight Sammy.”
“Shut up and touch me.” Sam whined.
Dean sucked a bruise on Sam’s neck and grabbed his cock. He jerked Sam in tune with his thrusts. Sam bit onto Dean’s shoulder to muffle his moans and shouts. Dean pounded into him, hitting his prostate repeatedly.
“C’mon baby…I wanna see you come.” Dean sped up even more, his rhythm faltering.
A few seconds later Sam came, coating his and Dean’s chest with his come. Dean thrust in a few more times and filled Sam with his come. He was careful not to collapse on his brother. He gently pulled out and layed down next to Sam.
“That was hot.” He panted.
Sam curled around Dean, “Yeah it was.” He leaned up and kissed him. “Thank you for tonight.”
Dean pulled Sam closer, “You deserved it baby boy. You had no reason to feel ugly. You’ll always be beautiful to me no matter what, especially now that you’re carrying my baby. You’re all glowy…You know you can stop this chick-flick moment at any time.”
Sam laughed, “I know I can, but I didn’t feel like it. I love you too De.”
“Sap.” He kissed Sam passionately anyways.
After they caught their breaths they went to take a shower that started round two. They fell asleep exhausted.
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The next day the guys went to the baby store to pick out items for the nursery. Sam and Dean told Tristan what to look for. The little boy scrunched up his face when the brothers said fairies.
“But faiwies are for girls.”
Sam and Dean couldn’t help but laugh. Dean picked his son up, “Peanut, your sister is a girl.”
“Yeah baby, she can’t have boy stuff. Fairies are perfect for her.”
Tristan’s face stayed scrunched up, but nodded, “O-kay.”
The guys split up and took opposite sides of the store. Tristan stayed with Dean. Sam looked at baby clothes while Dean and Tristan found some accessories for the nursery.
“Daddy De look.” Tristan pointed up to a baby mobile that had fairies with different colors of outfits.
“That looks nice champ. Let’s go see if we can find one.” Dean led Tristan to the aisle with mobiles.
Father and son looked through the aisle for the fairy mobile. Dean found it first, it was also the last one on the shelf.
“Got it.” He held the box triumphantly. He placed it in the cart.
The looked for more items. They had already managed to find decals for the walls and drawers, some figurines, and a stuffed fairy doll in a light blue outfit. They didn’t really need a lot since they had stuff saved from when Tristan was a baby.
Tristan looked at the fairy and read the tag with the fairy’s name, “Sk-sky-e.”
Dean took a look at the tag, “That was close Tris, but it’s pronounced sky. The e is silent.”
“Okie.” Tristan looked back down at the fairy. “Her name Skye.”
“That’s right Tris.” He placed the fairy in the cart when Tristan handed it to him. “Okay let’s see…What else do we need?”
Tristan tugged on Dean’s sleeve, “Daddy De.” He pointed at a lamp that had fairies flying around the shade that had a flowery background. “It pwetty.”
Dean picked up the box and nodded, “It’s perfect for your sister’s room. Good eye baby.” He ruffled Tristan’s hair. “Let’s go find your Daddy. I think we have enough for now.”
The two of them went to look for the pregnant Winchester. They found Sam looking at paints. He had an armful of baby clothes and a diaper bag hung from his shoulder.
“Hey Sammy, what did you find?” Dean eyed the clothes. “Please tell me there’re no fru fru outfits there.”
Sam laughed, “Dean you do know she’s a girl right? Girls wear dresses and cute little outfits.”
“I know that she’s a girl Sammy, but that don’t mean that she’s gonna be dressed like a friggin’ doll all the time. She can wear jeans with a cute top or even better, one with AC/DC on it.” Dean argued.
Sam shook his head, “Our daughter is going to wear dresses sometimes and also jeans. They have a bunch of different outfits for them. Look at the clothes I found.” He handed his brother the outfits and put the diaper bag in the cart. “They didn’t have one of fairies, but this pink and light green one looked nice.” He smiled down at Tristan.
“I’s found stuff for Sister.” He smiled brightly at his father.
“You did? Like what?” He took a good look at the shopping cart. “Wow you guys found a lot.”
“Okay, these outfits are Dean approved. Just not so much pink next time.”
Sam rolled his eyes, “Whatever Dean, now help me pick out the paint.”
“Okay.” He looked at the items in the cart. “Well the majority of this stuff is light green, light blue, purple, and pink.”
“I guess we could use those colors. Maybe we could paint each wall a different color?”
“That sounds good.”
The guys looked for the colors they needed. There were many brands to choose from, but they found one that they liked.
After they paid for their purchases Tristan asked if they could stop at Burger King for lunch. Sam was also hungry so Dean stopped at the fast-food restaurant.
“Daddy can we’s go to the park?” Tristan took a bite of his chicken tenders.
“Sorry little guy, but we’re working on your sister’s room today.” Sam dipped a couple of fries into his chocolate shake. “While your Daddy De paints the room you and me can play outside for a while. You wanna do that?”
The little boy really wanted to go to the park, but nodded, “O-kie.”
Dean noticed his son’s put upon face. He decided to cheer him up a bit, “Hey I wanna play outside too!” He mock pouted.
Sam and Tristan laughed at Dean, “You can’t play with us De, you gotta paint.”
“No fair.” Mock pout still in place.
Tristan giggled, “Daddy De yous can play after yous finish paintin’.”
Dean pulled Tristan into his lap and tickled him, “Is that so?” Dean laughed as his son squirmed and giggled louder.
Sam looked at his two boys and smiled. He loved how close Dean and Tristan were. The interaction between them was what had been missing all those years that they had been apart.
Sam grinned, “C’mon children let’s go home.” He laughed at the look his brother gave him. “Don’t even try to say anything.”
Dean just stuck his tongue out and threw their trash away, “’Kay let’s go.”
TBC…