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Sam sighed in relief as he walked through the front door, releasing Bear from his leash so he could run into the house.
Sam had quickly came to love Bear, and he enjoyed playing, cuddling, and overall spending time with the energetic puppy. The only problem though, Sam being home all day, was the only one to be able to play with and walk the puppy for a majority of the day. Of course, a couple months ago this wouldn't have been a problem, but now that he was seven months pregnant, and suddenly tired all the time, it was a challenge to simply go and play fetch in the backyard; much less go for a walk.
Sam set the leash down on the little table in the entrance, walking into the living room he collapsed down on the couch. A nap was just what he needed right now. A good, long nap. Sam closed his eyes, letting sleep quickly over come him.
Sam's eyes shot open, quickly rolling off the couch he made his way as fast as his pregnant body would let him to the bathroom, hand clasped over his mouth. Dropping to his knees in front of the toilet Sam threw up the contents of his stomach.
Once he was done, he shakily stood up, rinsing his mouth and splashing some cold water on his face. It was strange, he didn't really have morning sickness anymore, but for the past few days he had suddenly been getting sick more, as well as it felt like the energy was just being drained from him, more so than it had been before. As well he just didn't feel good overall, he was just constantly tired, and weak. No matter how much he slept he just woke up tired. He figured it was just from the pregnancy, lots of expecting parents had a rough patch in their pregnancy, he had read about it. Just one point in your pregnancy that seemed to take more out of you than any other part. He honestly felt though like he was re-doing the trials, the weakness and tiredness was so much like them.
Sighing Sam walked out of the bathroom, heading to the kitchen to start making supper.
The next day Sam woke up to morning sickness. Once he stood up to rinse his mouth out he had to suddenly grasp the bathroom counter as a wave of dizziness overtook him. Taking deep breaths, he sat down on the toilet seat, waiting for the dizziness to pass; once it had, Sam stood up, rinsed out his mouth, and made his way downstairs to make himself some breakfast, do some work, then take Bear out for a walk.
Honestly, he knew he shouldn't probably be taking Bear on walks, not alone and away from home; but he needed to get out of the house sometimes, needed the fresh air and exercise. Sam instantly regretted the decision when a wave of dizziness overtook him, so strong his vision started spotting. Sitting down carefully on the grass Sam took deep breaths, willing himself not to pass out. There was no one around, not at this time of the day. Everyone was at work, if he passed out there probably wouldn't be any help. Once he was able to see without spots in his vision or feeling like he was going to pass out, Sam stood up carefully. Bear was nudging him, clearly concerned about his owner. Sam patted the pup, reassuring him. Once he was standing up fully Sam steadied himself, glad the dizziness was gone. In it's wake though it had left a massive headache. It felt like jackhammers were going off in his head. Clenching his eyes shut Sam righted himself before opening them and heading back home immediately.
Once he was through the front door, Sam let Bear off his leash, heading for his and Dean's room. Glancing at the bedside clock once he laid down on his and Dean's bed Sam groaned, it was already to late to start supper. Hopefully Dean would be willing to order out. At the moment though, Sam didn't feel hungry at all. The only thing he wanted to do was to sleep.
Sam jerked awake, feeling a hand gently shaking him. Turning his head slightly he was able to see his husband looking at him concerned. Dean was saying something but Sam was still to much asleep and out of it to trh and understand. Instead he mumbled a slurred "I'm fine," and "order yourself something, not hungry" before he fell asleep; ignoring his husband's concerned voice.
Later that night Sam rolled into Dean's warm, comforting embrace. Happy that Dean didn't try to talk to him, and simply went to sleep. Sam was still to tired for any sort of conversation.
The next morning Sam woke briefly, just enough to feel Dean's lips on his forehead, and his husband whispering a soft "I love you" before he fell asleep again.
Heat, cold. How can those two things mix? Heat and cold aren't suppose to mix, aren't to be together. Flashes of pain. Lighting, some sort of light. Someone was laughing, he knew that laugh. He had spent over a century listening to that laugh. Listening as it talked to him, yelled and insulted him, tried to beat and break him down in every physical and psychological way possible. It couldn't be though. He was at home, he was with Dean. He was at his and Dean's home, pregnant with their son. he couldn't be here. There? Was there a "there?" The only time cold and heat mixed so well was when he was in the cage, surrounded by the fires of hell, when he was being touched and tortured by Lucifer. By the one who was cold. He couldn't be in the cage though. He was free. He was free...he was free.... Was he? Suddenly Sam screamed, as pain erupted from his body. He couldn't open his eyes, couldn't see what the Devil was doing to him. God, did he even have eyes? Had they already been removed? In that moment there was nothing else but pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. It was the everything, the only thing he knew. The pain, hammering behind his eyes, white flashes through his head. Heat, pain, god the sweltering heat, the brushes of cold.
Gasping Sam blinked his eyes open rapidly, looking to the digital clock, nearly two in the afternoon. Pain hit him. He had a massive headache, the pain was nearly unbearable. Rolling out of bed he almost collapsed from dizziness, placing his hand to his head to try and put pressure, try and ease the pain, stop the dizziness; he realized that there was heat on his hand. Focusing he realized it was from him, he was burning up. Stumbling to the bathroom Sam put all his weight down, balancing on the counter. His vision was spotting, he could hardly think from the pain. He heard Lucifer laughing at him, laughing at how weak he was, how pathetic. Sam tried to turn, get to the phone, get help. Dean. He had to call Dean. Dean. He couldn't think hardly; vision blacking. Sam gasped for breath, feeling like he was drowning. He was drowning, he couldn't breath. He couldn't breath. His knees gave out suddenly, falling. Blackness was taking over, suffocating him. Sam couldn't think, it was just pain. Laughing. His vision blurry, blacking, he saw a face looming over him. Grinning down at him, mocking him. Lucifer. Sam curled in on his stomach, hardly able to think, to focus, but knowing, protect the baby. He couldn't feel anything suddenly, as the darkness overtook him.