I apologize once again and greatly appreciate your patience with me on getting this part up. Things have been hectic in RL with job searching, my mother coming back from Egypt and then yesterday my sister came back from Egypt. But its finally up. And I apologize with chapter 1 being so short.

Summary: Part 5 of series. Please read previous parts first. Sam and Dean decide to try and settle down and quit hunting. But for good?

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, Sam or Dean. I only own the baby and the plot bunny

Warnings: Obviously if you're on part 5 then I don't really need to give you the warnings right? mpreg, wincest, language.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Dean!"

Dean looked up from digging the grave just in time to see the spirit throw Sam into a tree. "Sam!"

"Hurry up and burn it!" Sam yelled.

Dean nodded as he poured gasoline and salt all over the bones and then struck a match a few times to finally get a fire and then tossed it into the grave. He turned to see the spirit burst into flames. He ran over to his brother.

"Sam, you okay?"

Sam nodded, "Never better."

Dean shook his head as he helped Sam to his feet and back to the car. The drive to the motel was silent and Sam knew something was up but didn't push. When they got back to the motel Dean told Sam to take a shower. Sam frowned that Dean didn't want to join him but nodded and headed into the bathroom. When he came out of the bathroom, towel hung low on his hips, Dean was lying flat on his back with his hands over his eyes. Sam smirked as he straddled his brother's hips. Dean removed the hand from his eyes as Sam pulled his head up for a kiss.

"Fuck me, Dean," Sam said grinding his hips hard against Dean's.

Dean groaned as he pulled Sam's head down and smashed their lips together.

~SPN~

Afterward they lay together with Sam's leg in between Dean's and Dean's hand on Sam's chest. Dean sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Sammy, just thinking."

"About?"

"How far along are you, Sam?"

Sam frowned, "Almost 4 months. I'll be 4 months next week. Why?"

Dean shook his head, "We can't keep doing this."

Sam frowned, "Doing…what?"

"Hunting! You're having a freaking baby, Sam, we can't keep hunting if you're having a kid."

Sam frowned, "This is about what happened at the cemetery. Dean, I'm fine and so is the baby."

"Maybe this time, but what about next time, huh? I don't want to raise a child in this kind of life. I want our child to have things that we never got to have. I want our child to grow up normal not living off of cheap diner food and credit card scams and sleeping in crappy motel rooms. I want our child to have a house with a backyard and a dog and toys."

"Dean we can't just stop."

"Yes! Yes, we can! What's the matter with you, I thought you'd be all for this?"

"I am, Dean, believe me. I agree with wanting to let our child grow up normal especially when we know what's out there but I'm just confused."

"About what?"

"You. All you ever wanted to do was hunt to fulfill the family business so to speak."

Dean shook his head, "Dude, you're 19 or will be tomorrow, I'm 23 we're still young that we can do something else with our lives. You can go to college. I just don't wanna be running out on our child and not know if and when I'll be home."

"Dad did it," Sam argued.

"Yeah, I know. Dad's an ass who got himself killed because he didn't have someone watching his back on his last hunt."

Sam nodded, "Okay, Dean if this is what you want. But, if you want to keep hunting, I mean if it's something local or something like that, just know that you can."

Dean nodded, "Now to explain all of this to Bobby."

TBC...