Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural

Warnings: Wincest, Slash, Knotting, Mpreg

A/N: Hey everyone, this is a prompt made by brochuyun on Livejorunal: Sam has been dizzy recently and he doesn't know he has a bad feeling about pattern is so strange that he thinks it is impossible for him to have It maybe has something to do with waht happened two weeks Dean is worried about him.

This takes place a year after the end of Season 7.

Enjoy!

P.S, I'm sorry if you don't see any breaklines, I'm having some trouble with it.

Loving Darkness

It was another hallucination, a combination of poor physical health, hospital medication and fever, every last detail made up by his loneliness and desperation…..until said hallucination smacked hard him upside the head and called him a "dumb ass" for getting sick….his hallucinations never done that.

"De'n?" he slurred.

Dean, Dean smiled at him, warm real fingers ran through his hair.

"Hey Sammy"

"Dean"

"Hey, hey, no crying, doc says you're real dehydrated, no need for you to loss any water you have left"

A hand came to wipe away the tears, Sam was not aware were falling, hell half the time he's not aware of much since his admittance here.

"It doesn't work like that Dean"

"Cas?"

"Shut up Cas" Dean said looking up from Sam and across from him, then back down at Sam "yeah he's here too, though I think the staff is five seconds away from admitting him into the Psych ward"

There was a huff from the other said of the bed, Sam turned his head to look at the Angel, and met with a wave a fatigue, the medication was starting to work.

"Go to sleep Sammy"

Sam slept.

When he woke up again, the young Winchester's brain was a bit foggy but he was more lucid, and was greeted by a very hyper Angel.

"Good morning Sam!" chirped the Angel, "actually it's good evening, did you sleep well? You slept for a long time, two days, seven hours, five minutes, and twenty seconds to be exact; you look better, no longer pale. Dean went to get coffee said to come get him should something happen. You've awaken, would that count as "happen"? I think it does, I should get him, I will get him, be right back!"

Sammy blinked, still fogging mind slowly processing the fact that the now empty spot by his bed had indeed stood an Angel, and that the sounds coming out his mouth had been words.

"Danm it Cas! How many times do I have to tell you, give me a warning before you—"

"Samuel has awaken"

Dean stopped his scowling of the Angel to see his brother blinking at him, quickly the older Winchester was by his brother's side.

"How you feeling?" he asked.

"You're…here" Sam said.

"Yeah Sammy, I'm here" Dean said, fingers running themselves through his brother's hair.

"But you and Cas were in Purgatory" Sam said trying to sit up, only to be stopped by his brother.

"Now we're out" Dean said.

"But how?"

The older Winchester shrugged, something flickering in the man's eyes, it seemed inhuman but Sam chalked it up to the his mind still being a bit foggy. Suddenly the door opened and the doctor came in ending the conversation.

"I see the patient had awaken" the doctor said.

The yearlong neglect to his body had finally caught up with Sam, which resulted in him passing out in the hotel he was sitting in (hiding from Crowley and his demons), and was found by the manger when he didn't check out, the manger had dialed for an ambulance, and he been admitted.

That had been four days ago.

"So when can he leave?" Dean asked.

"Today actually, his temper broke overnight, and now that he has someone to make sure he not only gains back his weight, but watch over him, I feel that it's safe"

Usually Sam would be upset about others talking as though he wasn't in the room, but he was stuck on the fact that his brother Dean was here, alive, that he didn't care.

"Great"

It took them an hour to get out the hospital, and the sight of the Impala surprised him for a bit, before he found himself bundled up in the passenger seat. Sam tried to ask question during the ride to wherever they were going. The only answer he got was that Cas still liked bees and knew how to make three hundred dishes using honey.

They finally came to a decent looking hotel, with a firm arm around his waist Dean lead his brother into the room at the end, laid him down on the bed, tucked tightly underneath the covers.

"Cas, food" Dean ordered once his brother was settled.

There was a flutter of wings and the Angel was gone.

"Dean I—"

"Shush Sam"

"But—"

"Sammy"

The tone in his brother's voice had the younger closing his mouth with a snap.

"Let's get you healthy, then we'll talk, okay?"

"….Okay"

They never did talk.

It was after two months of his brother stuffing food down his throat to regain his weight, moving from hotel to hotel. When Dean felt they could start hunting again, mostly just simple salt and burns, his brother keeping a close eye on him until Sam finally snapped at his brother.

"I'm not helpless!" he had all but yelled.

The next morning Dean found a possible black dog case.

It took another month for Sam to finally notice that things were not right with his brother.

The first thing he noticed was that his brother was very affectionate towards him, nothing big, just caresses here and there, lingering touches, and his brother was always watching him, every time he turned around he found himself under those intense green eyes that half the time he was sure were glowing before chalking it up to his imagination.

Then there were the hunts.

Dean enjoyed hunting, enjoyed the rush and thrills that came with it, now of late it seems his brother enjoys the kills more than anything else, and that was starting worry him. Yes, he tested his brother, and everything came out normal, the young Hunter had asked Cas who popped in and out, and the Angel just stated that Purgatory changed his brother. When Sam asked if it was a good or bad change the Angel demanded to play Clue.

"Are you…okay?" Sam asked, circling his finger around the rim of his beer.

They just finished a hunt with a wendigo (the wendigo had acted odd at the sight of brother before they were able to burn it); and Dean had suggested they go out for drinks.

So they headed to the bar they had passed when going to their hotel.

"Hmm?" Dean said looking away from a curve brunette playing pool with two of her friends.

"I said, are you okay?"

"I'm fine Sammy" Dean said, taking a swig of his beer, and going back to watching the woman.

That's another thing, he brother never called him Sam anymore, it was just Sammy now.

"I mean you've been acting weird lately"

Dean looked at his brother, "Weird how?" he asked, amusement laced in his voice.

Sam shrugged, still playing with his beer, shifting nervously under his brother's gaze, making it hard for him to continue on with this conversation.

Dean tilted his head, and smiled before drowning the rest of his beer, "Well, you figure that out, I'm going to go play"

For some reason Sam felt that Dean was doing more than just play, with a sigh Sam watched his brother move over to the pool table were the girls were, before going back to his beer.

He was on his third beer, when a man slides onto Dean's stool.

"Hey" the man greeted.

Sam took in the man, big, broad shoulders, black hair, blue eyes, tanned skin, dressed in a white shirt and blue jeans, no jacket, no firearm, possible knife, posture relaxed non-threatening.

Not a threat.

"Hey" Sam said causally.

"Buy you another?" the man asked indicating to Sam's almost finished drink.

"Sure thanks"

Five minutes went by and Sam found himself enjoying the man's (Jeremy) company, he learned the man was a trucker, single and grew up in Florida. Jeremy was just telling a very amusing story about him and a dog at one of his stops when Dean appeared, face blank, eyes blazing.

"Hey Sammy" he said sliding up next to his brother, "who's this?"

Sam jumped when an arm came around his waist, he looked at his brother in surprise and curiosity, his brother didn't even look at him just stared at Jeremy who was slowly becoming nervous.

"Um this is Jeremy, he's a trucker" Sam finally said.

"Dean" his brother introduced, but did nothing else.

"Uh, Jeremy was just telling me about—"

Sam trialed off in stunned silence when his brother nuzzled his neck.

What. The. Hell!?

Sam sat there, body frozen, across from him Jeremy squirmed in his stool.

"D-D-Dean" he said, squeaking when he felt a tongue flicker on his neck.

"Um…I better go" Jeremy then said, scrambling off the stool and disappearing into the crowd before Sam could say anything.

Sam stared at the spot where the man used to be, then whirled his head to his brother.

"Dude what the fuck?" he exclaimed.

"What?" Dean said innocently.

"What? What?! Y-Y-You—"

Sam couldn't continue on and watched wordlessly as Dean slide onto the stool and drunk the half of beer that Jeremy had left.

Seriously what the fuck?!

There were more incidents like the one at the bar, and each time Sam was either too shock to demand an explanation, or if he did Dean would just smile, or just stare at him until Sam squirmed.

He tried to call Cas but the Angel was busy, judging by the noise in the background when the Angel answered.

So the youngest Winchester endured while looking up what could possibly be wrong with his brother….or what he was.

He found out three days later.

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