(I’m trying to remember if that’s one of mine, or someone elses, and I can’t remember which, would be nice to be able to link it, whoever it belonged to)
The day that Sam found Dean was once again pregnant, Sam was excited, over-joyed, skimming over the sick, saddened face that Dean made.
Dean had previously miscarried, and Sam was afraid that Dean might not get pregnant again, not be able to give him a son or daughter, make their family complete.
But it had happen, and Sam was filled with happiness, loving Dean, and hugging him multiple times, showering Dean with affection and love, not realizing that what Sam was giving was completely unwanted to Dean.
It only seemed to get worse for Dean, as Sam grew protective over Dean and the baby growing inside, refusing to let Dean do basically anything by himself.
"Sam…I’m hungry…." Dean said, starting to get up, planning to go to the kitchen, and make himself something to eat to sooth the new craving he had.
"Tell me what you want and I’ll go get it." Sam said, getting Dean to lie back down.
"Sam, I can walk….I can get my own-"
"I’m getting it for you." Sam said, voice firmer, but staying gentle. "Tell me what you’d like to eat, and I will prepare it for you."
Dean gave a soft sigh, before he told Sam what he was craving. Sam nodded, turning, and leaving, shutting the door behind him.
Dean groaned, looking down at the budge that was starting to form, rubbing the mound softly. He debated about running, trying to avoid Sam at all costs, but he was pregnant, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, and he knew that it wouldn’t be a good idea out on his own with a baby growing inside of him.
Sam came back soon enough with a plate full of food, with things Dean requested and some that Dean didn’t, but would probably eat some of anyway, what with his cravings.
Dean reached out for the plate, but Sam only pulled it away, before sitting down by Dean and placing the tray of food on the nightstand.
"Open up, Dean." Sam said, plucking off a piece of food, and bringing it to Dean’s mouth.
Dean looked up at Sam, who was watching Dean expectantly, and Dean’s mouth opened, accepting the food.
Sam smiled and watched Dean eat the food.
"Have….have you eaten?" Dean asked.
"I have, but you aren’t the one that needs to be concerned about anything else besides our baby. Let me worry about everything else." Sam said, feeding Dean another bite of food.
Dean ate it, silently, holding back shivers that his body wanted to give whenever Sam’s hand got close to him.
By the time the food on the tray was mostly gone, Dena pulled his head away, not wanting anything else.
"All done, huh?" Sam chuckled softly. "Do you need to use the bathroom?"
"Yeah…need to piss."
"Alright, let’s go."
"It’s OK, Dean. Not like I haven’t seen anything down there before." Sam said, helping Dean up. "After you use the toilet, I think it would be a good idea to take a nice long bath, and relax these muscles of yours."
"You mean together?" Dean asked softly, while Sam helped lead Dean to the bathroom.
"Of course." Sam scoffed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Dean kept the whimper back, as the two walked into the bathroom. "I bought a new soap. Apparently it’s fragrance can be really calming and relaxing, especially for people when they’re pregnant. I figured we could try it out."
"Sure…OK…" Dean murmured softly, as Sam helped pull Dean’s pants down, helping him use the toilet.
"Great." Sam murmured nuzzling into Dean’s neck. "Love you a lot, Dean." Sam murmured. "So, so much."
"Yeah…OK, Sammy. OK." Dean said softly.