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“Come on Buddy,” Dean happily encouraged his son, “Walk to Dada.”
Sam couldn’t help but smile as he watched one-year-old Noah half-walk, half-waddle over to Dean.
“Way to go Champ!” Dean cheered and picked up Noah and spun him around in his arms. “Let’s try it again,” Dean said and sat down Noah on the floor.
Noah was now fourteen months old, and he had finally gotten the hang of walking. The toddler had been reluctant to the try the whole walking-thing at first, so instead of walking, he just crawled everywhere. That was until Sam and Dean finally decided that it was time to really start teaching Noah how to walk properly. Now, Noah was not only walking but sometimes even running when he was feeling energetic.
Dean sat down on the floor a few feet away from Noah. “Come to Dada,” he said and held out his arms.
“He’s getting really good,” Sam commented and joined his family on the floor. “Aren’t you Buddy?” Sam praised.
Noah flopped down on his butt and looked confusingly at Sam and then at Dean. It was like he couldn’t choose which parent he should walk to. He stuck his finger into his mouth and made a distressed sound.
“I’ll make it easier for you Bud,” Sam said and scooted closer towards Dean.
Noah immediately stood up on wobbly legs and half-ran over to his parents.
Sam pretended to be upset as Noah flung himself into Dean’s arms. “All those hours of labour,” Sam shook his head, “The stretch marks, the midnight feedings, all of that, and he chooses you.”
“You’re home with him all day,” Dean smiled, “I think he just wants to bond with his other dad too.”
Sam kissed his son’s cheeks. Truth to be told, Sam was happy that Noah and Dean had such a strong bond. For the longest time, Sam had worried that Noah wouldn’t develop such a strong bond with Dean, since Dean hadn’t been there for the first two months of Noah’s life. Sam felt relieved whenever he saw Noah run straight into Dean’s arms without hesitating.
“He’s getting big,” Dean commented.
“Yeah, he is, has your appetite, and my giant genes,” Sam chuckled. Noah was definitely taller than the average one-year-old, and he wasn’t exactly picky when it came to food. He’d pretty much eat, or at least try, everything. Just six months ago, he had refused almost everything. Sam had nursed Noah for almost ten months, and during the last couple months of nursing, they had gradually tried to introduce Noah to pureed food.
Noah hadn’t been a happy camper at first, but once Sam started to make fun things out of the food, Noah devoured everything. Sam now knew how to make flowers out of carrot purée. It was a skill he was particularly proud of.
“I was kind of hoping you’d say something else,” Dean winked at Sam.
“Like what?” Sam asked curiously.
“That you miss having an infant around,” Dean smiled.
“You want another baby?” Sam could feel his heart starting to beat faster. They had talked about having another baby, but they hadn’t planned when they were going to start trying. Sam never would've thought that Dean would want another baby so soon. Noah was still so little, and Sam was scared that Noah would feel left out if he had to start sharing his parents with a small baby. On the other hand, a small age difference could mean that Noah and his younger sibling would have a better relationship. It’d probably be easier for Noah to play with someone who was so close to his own age.
“Yeah,” Deans said softly. “I want to have another baby.”
Sam felt unsure. Before he made a decision, he wanted to weigh up the pros and the cons.
“What do you want?” Dean asked.
Deep down, Sam knew what he wanted. He wanted another baby. A warm feeling started to spread in his chest at the thought of having another baby to shower with love. “I’m only nineteen,” Sam said, “This is crazy,” he let out small laugh. “But yeah, I want to have another baby.”
“Yeah?” Dean said hopefully. “You want to start trying?”
“When this little one falls asleep,” Sam smiled and kissed Noah’s hand.
“Huh,” Dean frowned, “That was easy.” He had been prepared to convince Sam, he even had a whole speech planned.
Sam narrowed his eyes at his husband. “Are you implying that I’m easy?” he joked.
“I know you are,” Dean winked at Sam, “I don’t blame you. I’m quite charming.”
“Yeah, well, keep up that attitude, and you’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight Prince Charming,” Sam threw back.
“Nah, you need me to make a baby,” Dean poked Sam in the side.
“Not really,” Sam poked Dean back, “I can go out and find myself another suitable daddy for my baby.”
“Oh, is that so?” Dean tried to keep the tone light, because he knew that Sam was only joking, but damn it if Sammy’s jokes didn’t bring out Dean’s possessive side. “You will do no such thing,” Dean stated.
“But Mr. Brooks across the street always says that I can come to him for help,” Sam loved that he could still get Dean all riled up. Mr. Brooks was as straight as they come, but Dean still looked quite unpleased to say the least.
“I love you,” Sam let out a small laugh and pecked Dean on the lips. “Of course you are going to be the daddy.”
Dean squeezed Sam’s knee. “And you want this? You want to have another baby?” Dean asked just to make sure.
Sam nodded and watched as Noah ran off to go and get his favourite toy. The big fluffy Birthday Bear that Dean had given Sam for his seventeenth birthday was Noah’s absolute favourite. Noah and BB, as Noah called the bear, were inseparable. It warmed Sam’s heart every time he watched his son cuddle up with the stuffed animal that Dean had bought at their small convenience store. Sam remembered it as if it were yesterday. How he had tried to tell Dean that he was turning seventeen, and not seven, and that he was too old for stuffed animals. But deep down he wanted that bear. Sam remembered how he had fallen hard for Dean that night. He had laid awake and hugged BB, and he had felt happy. Happy to have found love.
Noah giggled and kissed BB’s nose. “BB beaw,” Noah grinned and walked over to Sam and brought his bear with him.
“Yeah, it’s your buddy,” Sam smiled and hugged his son and the plush toy. Noah eagerly returned the hug.
Dean didn’t waste a second, he pulled in his family for a great, big hug. It was the biggest chick-flick moment in history, but he didn’t give a crap. He loved his family, and he was going to shower them with love. “Guess what Buddy?” Dean turned to his son. “Your daddies are going to give you a little brother or a little sister.”
Noah looked up at Dean with his big eyes, and his mouth was shaped into a silent “o”.
“We’re gonna grow it here, in daddy’s belly,” Deans aid and patted Sam’s stomach.
Noah placed the palm of his hand over Sam’s tummy.
“I think he approves,” Dean smiled at Sammy.
“So are you ready to wake up to the sounds of me retching into the toilet bowl every morning?” Sam asked.
“I’ll be there to hold your hair back and rub your back,” Dean promised.
Sam smiled at Dean before he turned to his son. “So are you feeling sleepy?”
Noah shook his head.
Dean and Sam laughed at that.
“Looks like babymaking is gonna have to wait,” Dean stated.
--
Sam was already in bed, when Dean came back from the bathroom.
“Should we go out to the car?” Dean smiled.
Sam looked up from the book he was reading. “Huh?” he asked in confusion.
“Well, that is where we made our first baby. Don’t wanna mess with traditions, do we?” Dean wiggled his eyebrows.
“We are not making baby number two in the backseat of the Impala,” Sam laughed.
“Why not?” Dean asked. He hadn’t been joking, he really wanted to carry on the tradition.
“You can’t be serious Dean,” Sam exclaimed, “We have a big, comfy bed right here.”
“But the bed is boring,” Dean whined.
Sam frowned. “So you are telling me that our bed, where we have made love several times, is boring?”
“No, I just want to continue the tradition, that’s all,” Dean pouted.
“Dean,” Sam sighed. At first, he had thought that Dean had only been joking, but now Sam realized that Dean really wanted to go out to the car and make a baby with him.
“We can bring the baby monitor with us. The Impala is parked right outside,” Dean pleaded.
Sam let out another sigh. “You really want this, don’t you?”
“We did so well last time,” Dean winked at Sam.
“I’m crazy for agreeing to this,” Sam laughed.
Dean’s eyes widened. “You mean, you’re in?”
Sam threw his hands up in the air. “I’m in!” he exclaimed. Dean had managed to convince him. “Lead the way.”
Dean immediately grabbed the baby monitor, and then he grabbed Sam’s hand and practically dragged him out to the car.
They had a pretty thick hedge around their yard, so no one could see in, but Sam still took a quick look around just to make that they didn’t have an audience. It was pretty late, and almost everyone in the neighbourhood were older and went to bed early, so all houses were dark.
“I love you so much,” Dean breathed as he undressed Sam in the backseat of the Impala.
“I love you too,” Sam smiled up at Dean. Sam’s fingers trembled as he pulled off Dean’s shirt.
Dean caught Sam’s shaky hands and kissed every knuckle. Sam finally relaxed. All the nervousness was suddenly gone. Dean always managed to calm him down.
Sam let out a gasp as one of Dean’s lube-slicked fingers entered him. He pulled Dean down for a kiss. Sam’s heart was pounding in his chest. This was huge. Dean was going to enter him bare for the first time ever.
Dean looked for any sign of discomfort on Sam’s face, and when he couldn’t find any, he added another finger. It never ceased to amaze him how easily Sam opened up for him, how much Sam trusted him. Dean scissored his fingers, and stretched Sam’s insides, until Sam felt all loose and pliant.
“I love you,” Dean whispered before he slicked himself up and pushed in.
Sam gasped at the intrusion. After Dean had pushed all the way in, he looked down at Sam, awaiting his permission to move. This was something that Dean always did, even though Sam had said that it wasn’t necessary.
“Ready?” Dean breathed hard. They both knew what that ‘ready’ really meant. It was so much more than just Sam giving Dean permission to start moving. This was Dean was asking if Sam was ready to expand their family.
Sam didn’t hesitate for a second, he immediately nodded.
Dean leaned down and captured Sam’s lips in a mind-blowing kiss. Sam held onto Dean as they started moving together.
Some kind of primal instinct in Dean drove him to push deeper and deeper inside Sam’s body. Dean held onto Sam’s hips as he pulled out slightly only to push right back in again.
Usually, they tried to hold back their orgasms so they could make love for as long as possible, but this time they didn’t bother with that. Dean picked up his pace and dove into Sam faster and faster. It didn’t take long for them both to come. Sam came untouched with a loud cry, and Dean followed seconds later.
For a while they just laid there and panted heavily as they tried to come down from their high.
“Wow,” Sam was the first one to break the silence. “Wow,” he said again and smiled so big that his cheeks hurt.
“You got that right,” Dean laughed.
“You’re still heavy,” Sam smiled and poked at Dean’s chest. He thought back to their first time in the Impala. How Dean had collapsed on top of him back then too. Even though Dean was heavy, Sam didn’t want him to move. He smiled as he ran his hands up and down Dean’s sweaty back. “I never thought I’d be saying this, but I’m actually glad we’re here, in the same place where we made our first child.”
“It’s a fun story for the grandkids,” Dean smirked.
“Oh, no,” Sam quickly protested. “We’re not telling anyone about this.”
Dean just laughed.
--
Sam went inside the nursery to check on Noah. Noah was sleeping peacefully in his crib right next to BB.
It was almost unbelievable that soon there might be another little Winchester.
Sam’s hands went down to his stomach, he knew that there was a possibility that something wonderful could be happening right underneath the palms of his hands. He smiled when he felt Dean’s strong arms circle him from behind.
Dean placed his chin on Sam’s shoulder. “Look what our love has done,” Dean whispered into Sam’s ear as they looked down at their little boy.
--
“Have you taken a test yet?” Dean asked Sam.
Sam shook his head as he chewed on a mouthful of pancakes. “It’s too early, it’s only been ten days.”
“Open up Buddy,” Dean said to Noah and when Noah opened his mouth, Dean fed him a spoonful of pureed carrots. “But can’t you book a doctor’s appointment? Maybe Dr Lawrence can squeeze you in?” he suggested. Dr Lawrence would probably be able to detect an early pregnancy if a test from the drugstore couldn’t.
Sam smiled. “Eager?”
“Yeah, I am,” Dean didn’t even bother to hide his excitement.
“I’ll call her and see if she has any openings,” Sam promised.
“Good,” Dean smiled. “I wonder what this tastes like,” he said and looked down at the pureed carrots.
“It’s delicious actually,” Sam said. Truth to be told, the pureed carrots were not yummy at all, Sam had tried them once and gagged.
Dean looked at Sam with disbelief. “Really?” he asked.
“Mhmm,” Sam nodded.
Dean tried a spoonful of the orange goo, and instantly gagged.
Sam couldn’t help but laugh as he watched his husband run off to the kitchen sink and spit several times.
“Is that what you call delicious?” Dean exclaimed and spit again. “I have to go brush my teeth.”
Sam couldn’t stop laughing. Even Noah joined in on the laughter.
When Dean was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, the doorbell rang.
Sam jogged over to the front door and looked through the peep hole, and was surprised to see Cody standing there. Sam had only met Cody once. Cody had been passing through Jacksville and made a quick stop at Winchesters’.
Sam opened the door. “Hi,” he greeted Cody with.
“Hi Sam,” Cody said without so much as a smile. “Is Dean around?”
“Yeah,” Sam nodded, “Come on in,” he stepped aside so Cody could come inside the house.
Cody didn’t move. “Actually, could you tell him to come outside?”
Sam didn’t like the sound of that. It was obvious that Cody didn’t want Sam to hear the conversation.
“Yeah,” Sam nodded, “I’ll go get him.”
--
“Cody,” Dean said and pulled his best friend in for a hug. He slapped him on the back a few times before he pulled back. “Long time no see.”
“Yeah, how have you guys been?” Cody asked.
“Good, good,” Dean said, “Noah’s walking now.”
“I can’t wait to see that,” Cody smiled.
“So, why are we out here?” Dean cut straight to the point. “I know that my dad’s okay, because he called me two day ago. Said he was gonna take a break from hunting for a while.”
“The break’s over,” Cody replied. “For all of us. Zach is on his way to the motel where your dad’s staying.”
Cody’s older brother Zach hadn’t hunted in years, not since he got married and had a couple of kids. “Zach’s going on a hunt?” Dean asked.
“Yeah, your dad has saved Zach’s life a number of times, and this hunt is Zach’s way of repaying your father,” Cody nodded. “We’re going to need every hunter we can get on this. An old friend of Zach is coming along too.”
“What’s going on?” Dean wanted to know.
“Last night, we got a call from two hunters, the Clarke couple,” Cody said, “They had been visiting a friend, and while they were in the middle of having dinner they noticed that the neighbour’s house were on fire. They rushed over there to help out, but they quickly noticed that there was something unusual about the fire, the way it was spreading and how it had started too quickly.”
Dean froze. He knew where Cody was trying to say. “Are they sure?” Dean asked.
Cody nodded. “They have heard your father telling the story several times, they knew that they were dealing with the exact thing.”
“How far from here?” Dean asked.
“It’s a four hour drive,” Cody said. “The Clarkes are already on it. We just need to meet up with them.
There it was, the word ‘we’. Cody expected Dean to come along. Dean knew that he had to. But he also knew that he had a husband and son inside the house. Sam would be devastated if Dean left.
But Dean knew that this was one hunt that he couldn’t skip. And truth to be told, he didn’t want to skip it. This was his time to get revenge. He wanted to be there for his dad, he wanted them both to get their well-earned revenge that they had been waiting for so many years.
Dean also knew that he had to be there to make sure his dad didn’t do something stupid, like losing patience. John was so full of anger and need to get revenge that he might lose focus and slip up. One mistake, and John would die. Then Dean would be completely without parents, and Dean couldn’t let that happen. His father was his hero, his only parent.
“I have to talk to Sam,” Dean said.
--
Sam was feeding Noah when Dean came into the kitchen.
Dean didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to, Sam understood right away what Cody had stopped by for.
“He wants you to come along on a hunt, doesn’t he?” Sam asked.
Dean nodded.
“You told him no, right?” Sam’s hand was shaking as he fed Noah another spoonful of pureed carrots.
“No, I didn’t,” Dean admitted. “I think we should talk somewhere else,” he said, since he knew that there would probably be lots of screaming and yelling, and he didn’t want Noah near that.
“You’re not going, end of story,” Sam stated.
“Come on Sam, let’s go outside. Noah will be fine on his own,” Dean urged.
Sam unwillingly followed Dean outside.
“You are not taking my husband anywhere!” Sam yelled at Cody.
“Look Sam, this isn’t just a regular hunt, we need Dean on this one,” Cody tried to explain.
“I don’t care!” Sam cried in desperation. “We have a child Dean,” Sam cried, “You are his father, and he needs you. If you don’t care about me, then at least stay for Noah’s sake.”
“Sam, of course I care about you. I love you and Noah with all my heart,” Dean said, his voice was full of emotion.
“Then don’t go,” Sam cried.
“We need every hunter we can get,” Cody said when Dean didn’t say anything. “This is Dean’s moment to get revenge once and for all.”
Sam stood rooted to the spot. He understood what Cody meant. “No, you’re not going!” Sam yelled. This wasn’t just a regular hunt. Even though regular hunts were dangerous, this was even worse.
“We have to leave now, your dad just called, I said we were on our way,” Cody told Dean.
Dean placed his hands on Sam’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “Sam, I want you and Noah to stay with your dad. I’m going to call a friend of mine, he’s a retired hunter, and his name is Colton. He has met your father a few times.” Just as a precaution, Dean was going to make sure Sam had protection.
“You are not going,” Sam repeated.
“Dean, it’s time to go,” Cody stressed.
“I love you Sammy,” Dean said and pressed his lips against Sam’s.
In the kitchen, Noah had started crying. Dean rushed inside and picked him up. Usually, Noah was easy to soothe, but right now it was almost as if he knew that his father was leaving. Noah cried even louder, and it didn’t help when Dean tried to rock him. “Come on Buddy,” Dean whispered. “I don’t like this either, but I have to go,” Dean felt a single tear roll down his cheek, but he instantly wiped away. Now was not the time for crying, he had to be strong.
--
Noah was still crying, and Sam wanted to go and comfort his son, but he couldn’t move. His muscles had given out. Under a minute ago, he had watched Dean leave with Cody. It didn’t matter how much Sam had begged Dean not to. Dean had left.
Sam’s whole body wracked with sobs. He hugged his knees to his chest and just screamed out loud. Noah’s cries got even louder, and Sam tried to stand up but fell down.
The front door opened, and Bobby walked in.
“Sam,” Bobby’s heart ached as he watched his son trying to stand up. Sam looked like he was going to pass out any second, and Bobby didn’t know how he was supposed to hold himself together. He had no idea how he was going to comfort Sam.
“Get Noah,” Sam sobbed. He didn’t want his son to be alone crying.
“I’ll help you to the couch first,” Bobby said and half-carried Sam to the living room and laid him down on the couch. “I’ll go take care of Noah,” Bobby said.
--
“I could kill Dean for doing this to Sam and Noah,” Bobby said.
“I agree with you,” Colton nodded. “When I got married I knew I had to stop hunting. Jess never liked when I went out on hunts. She told me that she’d marry me on one condition, and that was if I quit hunting. I love her more than I love hunting, so it was an easy decision. Every hunter should quit once they have gotten married. It’s not fair to the spouse.” To Colton, family came first. But he understood where Dean was coming from. Colton had met Mary Winchester many times. They had worked at the same grocery store before she got pregnant and became a stay-at-home mom. Back then Colton hadn’t even heard of hunting. It’d take nearly ten years for him to get introduced to hunting by a friend of his. Anyone who met Mary Winchester immediately liked her. She was so kind and loving, and she was an amazing mother and wife.
Colton understood why Dean had to do this for his mom. He also knew that John Winchester would probably screw up if Dean wasn’t there to help him stay focused. John had been driven by rage for so many years, and with that amount of rage, he’d lose his patience and temper quickly.
“I don’t know how to help Sam,” Bobby admitted in a low whisper. “He’s heartbroken, and I try to tell him that everything is going to be okay, but truthfully, I don’t know. John always goes on hunts alone. He’s been hunting for years, he knows how to handle hunts on his own. He wants to do them on his own. But this time he has contacted every hunter he knows, and I know that he wouldn’t do that if he didn’t have to. This is the most dangerous hunt that Dean and John have ever been on.”
“John’s got the best hunters in on this,” Colton said. “Cody’s entire family is in on this. They are all as good as John and Dean are. They will succeed.”
Bobby hoped that Colton was right.
--
Sam kissed Noah’s cheeks and pulled him in for a hug. “I love you so much Buddy,” he said and inhaled Noah’s baby scent.
“Dada,” Noah said.
Sam’s heart broke, because he knew that Noah was talking about Dean since Dean is Dada, and Sam was Dad.
“He’s going to come back to us,” Sam whispered quietly. “He’s just going on a hunt, but he’ll be back before we know it.” Sam didn’t know who he was trying to convince, Noah or himself.
“Dada,” Noah said again, and Sam couldn’t contain his emotions any longer, he broke down in tears.
--
Bobby heard his son’s cries, and immediately rushed upstairs and Colton followed behind.
Colton took care of Noah, while Bobby took care of Sam.
“I’m a horrible parent,” Sam cried. “I can’t even take care of my own son.”
“Shh,” Bobby soothed and enveloped Sam’s in a big hug. “You’re a great parent Sam, but right now you just need a little help, that’s all.”
“I can’t lose Dean,” Sam sobbed. “I can’t be without him. I need him, and Noah needs him.”
“Dean’s going to be fine,” Bobby said and rubbed Sam’s back. He thought back to what Colton had said. “They’ve got lots of experienced hunters in on this hunt.”
“It’s because it’s a dangerous hunt,” Sam said quietly. “John would never let this many hunters in on a hunt if it was an easy hunt.”
Bobby knew that Sam was smart, but he had still been hoping that Sam wouldn’t be able to figure that out. Bobby had wanted Sam to believe that John had only brought so many hunters along as a precaution. But there was no fooling Sam.
--
Two weeks passed. Dean called every now and then for a quick talk. He talked about the hunt, and said that they had a few pretty good leads. Sam didn’t want to hear about the hunt. He wanted his husband home.
Sam took a deep breath before he went inside the bathroom. He had thrown up this morning from the smell of bacon. The last time he had done that was when he had been pregnant.
So he had gone to the pharmacy and picked up a pregnancy test.
He took another deep breath before he unbuttoned his pants. His hands were shaking, and he was struggling to get his fly open.
--
This pregnancy was supposed to be different. Sam wasn’t supposed to be alone this time. Dean was supposed to be there, anxiously waiting for the results.
But Sam was alone in the bathroom. He carefully picked up the test and there they were, two bright lines. Sam was pregnant.