Okay so this is my first story. It is Wincest so if you don't like it, go away. It's also Mpreg. Sam is eighteen and Dean is twenty-two. But it will be another 'year' or two before the Mpreg kicks in. In the very beginning John is a bit mean, just for anyone who wants a completely pure fic.

And I do not own the show obviously. Bad things, or good depending on your point of view, would happen. So on to the story.

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Dean looked over at Sam, who was leaned against the door of the Impala, fast asleep. A soft smile grew on his face. Sammy was so cute when he was sleeping. His floppy hair partially covering his eyes, posture relaxed and not ready to fight. You could tell when Sam was having a peaceful sleep when he sucked his thumb. It was a childish habit that Sam hated but Dean thought was downright adorable. Sam sucked his thumb more often now. They had left dad and were now together. Like together together. No more hiding it from dad. No more secret kisses and holding hands under the table. They were proud to be together.

Dean couldn't remember when he realized he loved his brother more than just in a brotherly way. Sure, he always cared about his brother more than most did. Dean had seen the way other siblings acted and couldn't believe it. Sam and Dean always had the teasing and light fights but it never meant anything. Other brothers and sisters seemed to genuinely hate each other and didn't care for one another. Maybe deep down they did but they never showed it. Dean always told Sam he loved him before bed. Dean always had his bed open for him during the night.

Dad had walked in on them last night. That's why they were on the road. And Dean had the memory permanently branded into his brain. Thank god John didn't come in during them doing it. Pretty dang close though. Dead, who was shirtless, had Sam up against the wall trying to undo his pants while their tongues were in the battle of the ages. Dad wasn't exactly a homophobe but when it was between his boys, well, that's something else entirely. He refused to have it under his roof.

"We don't have a roof dad" Sam had kindly pointed out.

"Don't argue with me boy" John growled, taking a step closer to Sam.

"He's eighteen. He can do whatever he wants" Dean intervened. He hadn't bothered to put his shirt back on and stepped in between his Sammy and John.

"This isn't your fight Dean" John warned.

"It is when you mess with Sam. I love him dad and I'm not going to let you touch him"

John's face twisted in disgust, "You don't love him. Not like that. What you two are doing is wrong"

"How can true love be wrong Dad?" Sam asked, stepping up to Dean's side. Just to piss John off, Sam pressed a kiss to Dean's head since he had three inches on his brother/lover.

"If you two continue to defy every moral code and the law, be my guest. But it won't be within states of me" John said.

"We defy the law all the god damn time John" Dean spat, "Come on Sammy. We're out of here. For good"

They shoved any loose items into their one bag each and took the Impala. John had the truck. That was only a last night. They had taken turns driving in the opposite direction of where John was going. The sun wasn't even above the horizon yet. Dean desperately needed to get out of the car. No matter how much he loved his baby, she wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world.

'I have two babies now' Dean thought with a smile.

He pulled off into the next interstate, looking for something that had vacancy. He managed to find The Starlite Motel. Cheap and had vacancy. Just the way they liked it. Not wanting to wake up Sammy just yet, he went into the motels lobby by himself. The clerk looked half dead and so happy with his current job.

"How may I help you sir?" Josh, as the nametag read, asked.

"Uh, king please" Dean answered. After so many years of saying two singles, this was a nice change.

The man rang them up and handed Dean the key that hung off a little star keychain. Dean walked out and tried finding their room in the U-shaped complex. When he finally managed to locate 3B, he unlocked the door so he wouldn't have to mess with the lock with an arm full of Sammy later. Because once Sam had managed to slip into the thumb sucking state, there was no way in hell he was waking up easy.

Dean walked back over to the Impala, opening the passenger side door. He had to catch Sam from falling out. Dean had forgot that Sam had nestled himself against the window.

"Come on baby boy. Wake up for a few minutes then you can sleep till noon if you want I promise" Dean bribed.

Sam opened his eyes half way, "Wah…?"

Dean rolled his eyes. Looks like he's be dragging a body into the room. Dean stuck his arms out and as if on cue, Sam wrapped his arms around Dean's neck. Sam had gained some muscle and definitely some height but was still a bit gangly so Dean picked him up with ease. All that training did have some benefits. He carried Sam bridal style to the motel room that for some ungodly reason was on the other side of the complex.

Kicking open the door, Dean dumped his not-so-little brother. He was a bit bitter that his baby brother ended up taller than him. But what could you do? It did set it up perfectly though for when Sam hugged him he could hear the steady beat of his lover's heart. So he didn't complain that much. While Sam lied there like a slug, Dean stripped him of his button up and jeans. He pulled the covers out from under him gently and up to his chin. A sweet kissed was placed on Sam's forehead, making a small smile appear on the sleeping Sammy. Dean also undressed and climbed under the covers, snuggling up to his Sammy. Though even under oath he would never admit to cuddles. It was merely seeking warmth from another body. Sam awoke long enough to twist over so he was facing Dean.

"Love you" he whispered.

"Love you too" Dean whispered back, pulling Sam into a kiss.

They fell asleep in a tangle of limbs. Not even they could tell whose was whose. Dean had kept his word. Neither of them woke until noon. It was such a peaceful sleep that they didn't notice the house keeping lady come in. The older woman just smiled at the pure love. If only she had had her phone on her. She silently walked back out, fully intending to tell everyone else about the sweet couple.

Sam was the first to wake up. A string of curse words flew from his mouth when he realized how late it was. He untangled himself from Dean, trying his best not to wake him up. And he failed.

"What time is it?' Dean asked.

Sam had his back turned away from making the coffee that came with the room, "12:15. I can't believe we slept that late man" he answered over his shoulder

Dean crawled out of bed and wrapped Sam into a hug from behind, "We deserved it. Haven't slept that good in years,"

"Me neither," he twisted around to press a warm mug into Dean's hands, "I'm gonna take a shower. Lunch after?"

"Sounds good. Hurry up cause I skipped breakfast and I'm freaking starving" Dean said.

Sam shook his head and chuckled. Only Dean. Sam grabbed some clothes and headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower. By the time he came back out, Dean was dressed, twirling the keys around with one hand and holding out Sam's jacket with the other.

"Come on! I'm about to pass out from hunger" he complained.

Sam snatched the jacket and they walked out and back into the Impala. Sam was going to ask why they were parked so far away but Dean was speeding to the nearest diner and Sam thought any distraction might cost him his life.

It was a nice diner by their standards. It was a family thing and most of the customers seemed to be regulars. They sat in a booth near the back, picking up the menus. There wasn't really the need to since most diners served the same thing and they always ordered the same thing. And true to their selves, when the waitress came around an order of bacon cheeseburger-extra onions-, chef's salad and two cokes were made.

"So what are we supposed to do now?" Sam asked.

"Eat?"

"You know that's not what I meant."

Dean sighed, "I really don't know. I know you want out of hunting. And I'm willing to settle down if you want to"

Sam let out a little gasp. Dean couldn't be serious. Could he? Den loved hunting. Would he really give that up if Sam asked? And he said settle down. Did that mean the whole white picket fence? Marrying Dean? Which he would love to do by the way.

As if reading his thoughts, Dean nodded, "I'd do anything for you Sam. You know that. Anything you want. And with that, I don't think there is a better time to do this"

Dean slid off the booth, and got down on one knee. He pulled out a little black box and opened it. It was a simple gold band but it was beautiful. Everyone in the diner stopped what they were doing to listen in.

"You know I'm not good with words so I'll cut to the chase. I love you Sammy, from the bottom of my heart. You would make me so happy if you would marry me. So, will you?"

Not able to form words, Sam threw his arms around Dean's neck. Dean kissed Sam deeply and cheer went through the crowd.

"Yes. I don't think I could say it enough but yes" Sam whispered.

A/N: Short, I know. But was it good? First Wincest story so m using that as my excuse.