ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!

AU, OOC, slight SLASH and MPreg.

Hey, everyone! As I promised (did I promise...?), here is the first timestamp of this story. There are a couple more ideas in my head, but if you'd like me to write something, ask away and I'll happily oblige (if I can...).

And don't worry, the other ideas I have are happening during Dean's pregnancy. I know you wanted to read about that.

So, enjoy! Hope you'll like it!

Morning sickness

The little house at the end of the street was quiet. The little family residing in it had reduced in number. In the upstairs bedroom a groan lifted up from under the covers as its occupant stretched rusted limbs out, shaking off the last traces of sleep.

Sam Winchester yawned widely then slowly pushed himself up against the headboard, scrubbing at his eyes and scratching his chest. He slid his feet from under the warm blanket, wiping at his face as he stood up. He had a wonderful nap and felt some of his energy return. He had been exhausted lately.

He left the bedroom with shuffling steps, still trying to fully come back to wakefulness. He made his way down the hallway, steps quickening when a small cry floated out of the room at the end of it. Opening the door, he walked straight to the crib inside, looking down into wide, green-blue eyes.

Jonathan Christopher Winchester looked up at the person leaning over him and immediately recognized his Mommy. Reaching out tiny, grabby hands, he whimpered again. Sam smiled at the little boy tenderly and picked him up, cradling him to his chest. The baby snuggled into the warmth of his body and clutched at his shirt tightly with five little fingers. The gradually turning eyes were slowly filling up with tears, irises turning bluer slightly.

"It's okay, baby" Sam whispered to his son, turning around and walking out of the nursery. "I'm gonna get you a bottle right away."

As he wandered downstairs to the kitchen, Sam mused about the quick growing of his baby. The once baby-blue eyes now began taking up the color of his: hazel-green. He could see spots of them in the glittering irises. Little Johnny had even put on some weight and grown a couple inches. It was progressing just like Eleanor's development. There was one difference, though: Johnny liked to announce his troubles and needs with great enthusiasm. It wasn't enough for his parents to know about them, the whole street had to hear what he had to say – or scream.

Typical Winchester, Sam thought, shaking his head with a smile. He quickly heated a bottle of milk and soothed his son while waiting. Johnny didn't like waiting, so as usual he began screaming for attention. Luckily, the bottle was ready before any Apocalypses could've started and Sam began feeding the hungry little boy, chuckling when Johnny latched onto the bottle fervently. He sat down onto the couch and leaned back, just taking in the sight of his baby before locking his gaze with the baby's curious one.

Sam liked small moments like this, just sitting and holding the tiny body close, enjoying the lingering scent of baby shampoo from the latest bath, which Johnny loved, especially with his two parents. These little moments occurred more and more, because Castiel was away on business in Heaven nowadays. Sometimes he was left alone for a couple of days, but the angel did everything to make up for the lost family time. Although he had been enjoying the company and help of his brother, he still had to take care of the kids by himself most of the time. It was a difficult task with a baby and a teenager, but Sam managed it – and wouldn't trade it for anything else. He enjoyed the role of mother and housewife – though he would never admit to it, not even if his life depended on it.

Sam just lifted the bottle away from little Johnny's mouth, when a knock came from the entrance door. Resting his baby boy onto his shoulder to burp him, he slowly approached the door. Just as he opened it, the slight jostling provided a moderate burp. Sam chuckled but it stuck in his throat when his eyes landed on the newcomer.

"Hey, Sammy" Dean croaked out. The man was white as a sheet, his eyes half-closed from exhaustion. Sam could clearly make out how much weight his brother had lost despite the baggy clothes.

"Hey" Sam replied, stepping aside to let Dean in. "Come in."

He didn't miss the shuffling steps as the older man walked in, or how gingerly he moved when he sat onto the couch. Sam carefully joined him, placing Johnny into the baby seat that he left on the coffee table in the morning. The little boy cried out happily then after blowing some bubbles he began sucking on his little fingers, wide eyes staring up at the brothers in wonder. Sam couldn't help but press a kiss onto the soft hairs on the top of the little head. When he turned to Dean, he saw the happy, adoring look on his sunken face.

"You don't look good" Sam noted with a wince. Dean glared at him half-heartedly, probably too tired to be mean.

"You had it so easy" Dean moaned, closing his eyes. "I don't remember you being in front of the toilet for four hours straight."

"Yeah, not with Lena" Sam answered, his eyes sliding to the window, looking for his daughter, who should come home any minute now. "But with Johnny here" he nodded to the baby with a smirk, "I spent all my mornings puking my guts out. Then Cas and Lena would start their breakfast and just the smell of pancakes and bacon would chase me back to the bathroom." As he was speaking, Dean became greener and greener, until he clamped a hand onto his mouth and shot up from the couch, running to the toilet with a muffled "Oh, God…" Sam felt guilty and he already jumped up to follow his suffering brother but a glance to Johnny made him hesitate. The little boy was watching him with big, confused eyes, not understanding why his uncle disappeared all of a sudden.

"Go, I'll look after him" came Castiel's voice from Sam's side. It must have been a short day in the "office" if the angel was home already. Sam nodded then leant down to his son.

"Mommy's gonna be back soon, okay baby?" he murmured and kissed the little forehead. Smiling at the hum the baby gave him, he hurried after Dean. The sounds of vomiting came from the closest bathroom.

Halting in the doorway, Sam grimaced at the sight in front of him. Dean was kneeling in front of the toilet, clutching at the bowl desperately, his fingers white from the force. His head was leaning onto the porcelain, sweat dripping down his face, mouth turned towards the bowl. He was panting from the exertion he had just gone through – or apparently still going as the man gagged and said goodbye to the contents of his stomach.

Sam quietly shut the door and grabbed a towel to wet with cold water. Kneeling next to his sibling, who was back leaning against the toilet for now, he wiped at the pale, sweaty face tenderly. When he received no protest, he scooted closer and began stroking Dean's back with one hand, while the other navigated the towel.

"There you go" he breathed, afraid to speak louder. He knew quite well how tiring morning sickness was. You just wanted peace and quiet, hoping your body would not throw another fit and you could recover from the nausea, but at the same time you wanted a gentle voice soothing you, helping you through all of this, telling you what you need to do. Sam couldn't think of anyone better-qualified for this task other than himself, having the experience.

He worked silently, sometimes whispering encouraging words into Dean's ear. After a few minutes of no vomiting, Sam laid the towel onto the floor and wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulders, stroking the man's back and resting his chin against Dean's upper arm, just giving him silent support. He closed his eyes so he could send his strength into his brother's spent body, never letting up the soothing strokes.

After a while, he was jolted out of the reverie his monotone actions created by a jerk under his arm. Looking up, he noticed the glittering tracks on Dean's cheek and nose. As soon as that registered in his mind, he heard the gasps of air as Dean slowly broke down into quiet sobs. Bewilderment began overtaking his mind, not able to comprehend the sight in front of him. He never had to face such a situation before, where his brother was the one needing the comfort so openly.

"De…?" Sam questioned, his voice weak in slight fear and confusion. Dean's sobs increased in volume, soft whines breaking out of the man's lungs.

"I c-can't do-o this-s, S-Sam-mmy-y…" Dean gasped out. The sheer suffering in his voice was enough to bring tears into Sam's eyes and make him stifle his own sobs. He never thought that Dean could break this hard, but the hormones and the usual negative feelings in his brother seemed to get the older man to that point. Sam felt scared all of a sudden. If Dean was this hopeless then Sam couldn't stand a chance. If Dean gives up then there's no hope…

Sam quickly dismissed the automatic reactions his mind shoved at him. He had already done this before, had taken the wheel until his brother stood strong again. He can do it one more time. With that determination, he lifted Dean up from the toilet seat and pulled him into his arms. Dean instantly clutched at him, sobbing into Sam's shoulder, while the younger man shushed him and soothed him with tender strokes on his back.

"Dean" Sam spoke up softly. "You're going to be a great parent. It's always hard, believe me I know, but… You can do this. I have faith in you and I'm sure Gabriel has, as well. You're going to be an amazing Daddy to a wonderful baby… You can have the family you always wanted…"

"I-I'm not s-s-str-rong enou-ugh… L-Like y-you…" Dean forced out, his voice muffled by Sam's shoulder.

"You are the strongest person I know" Sam replied, tightening his hold around his brother. "You raised me since you were four years old. No matter the circumstances, you did it. And you can bring this baby into this world and raise him or her just as well as you raised me."

"I'm scared, Sammy" Dean admitted in a strangled voice, which made Sam's heart lurch.

"You think I wasn't afraid?" he continued, still willing himself to keep it together. "You think I wasn't panicking in the beginning of both of my pregnancies? But I knew that I was carrying a life made by me and the being I love the most. And I reminded myself every day of that fact. This is a miracle that you and Gabriel made, your own flesh and blood. And it lasts only two and a half months at most."

Dean's breathing finally returned to normal, only broken by the occasional snuffle. Sam hadn't even realized that he had started rocking his brother and waited for the mocking that would surely come or the grumbling about treating Dean like a four-year-old. However, the only thing he got was:

"Thank you, Sammy…"

"You're welcome" Sam breathed back with a smile. After a couple more minutes, they separated then Sam helped Dean up from the floor, hanging the towel up to dry, while Dean wiped the traces of his meltdown away. "Where's Gabriel, by the way?" Sam asked casually.

"Work, I guess" Dean answered. The uncertainty hurt Sam. Could it be that he misplaced his trust in the archangel? If anything happened to his brother because of Gabriel, Sam will deep-fry its smarmy ass extra crispy! Dean must have sensed the anger, because he began shaking his head.

"Sammy, don't" he spoke firmly. "It's not worth it."

"If he's cheating on you-" Sam huffed out, but Dean interrupted him.

"He would never do that. Unless he wants to lose his balls." Sam smirked at the threat, happy that his brother was back again to his normal self. He knew this little episode was most likely to stay between them, behind a locked and sealed door. They left the bathroom and when they stepped into the living room, a peculiar sight greeted them.

Gabriel was sitting on the couch, bouncing little Johnny on his knees and cooing to him. The little boy screamed with laughter when the bounces became stronger, making him fly a little higher. His little hands were waving enthusiastically and a toothless smile was constantly adorning his face.

Sam glanced at Dean and smiled at the smitten, loving look on his brother. Dean was madly in love with the archangel, and even Sam had to admit that Gabriel would be a great father. He was wonderful with Lena and loved Johnny and would protect their little family with his life. And Sam appreciated that gallantry in the former Trickster.

"Dean" Gabriel called out, relief evident in his voice. He carefully put the baby back into the seat and rushed to his mate, embracing him tightly. "I looked everywhere for you. I thought you were taken or killed or lying unconscious somewhere-"

The archangel's surprising rant was cut off by Dean kissing him. Sam watched his brother worriedly and saw out of the corner of his eyes that Castiel was doing the same thing. Unconscious? Had Dean fainted before because of the pregnancy? Sam remembered how not funny that was from the one time he collapsed during expecting Johnny. But if Gabriel was this concerned, that meant it happened to Dean more.

"I'm okay, Gabe" Dean assured his lover with such tenderness that no one but Sam could witness until now. "I just needed some air and came here. Nothing bad."

"You should lie down" Gabriel said, stepping away from Dean and sending a grateful look to Sam, who just nodded with a smile. "Let's walk home!"

After quick goodbyes, Sam let the pair out before joining Castiel in the living room. The angel had Johnny in his arms and he was humming to him. Sam loved hearing Castiel's voice singing a lullaby to their son, so he joined the angel on the couch and leant his head onto Castiel's shoulder, watching their son with a smile.

Life was wonderful in the Winchester family.

The End

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