A/N thanks everyone for reading!

Sam jumped when the door suddenly opened and he looked around to see a man in a white doctor's coat. He was tall, but not as tall as Sam, he looked older then Sam and he had stubble around his chiselled chin.

"You must be Sam." He said soothingly with a smile and he shook Sam's hand. Sam felt really venerable laying there with his shirt off in front of a strange man.

What does he think of me? A pregnant man? What a freak, probably.

"I have spoken to Bobby and found out about your situation. You want an abortion, right?" Sam nodded. "Ok, since we won't be able to do this the normal way, for obvious reasons, I will have to make a small incision and cut it out. Just a local anaesthetic will do." Sam nodded again then looked to the door, hoping Dean would open it. But knowing he wouldn't be there.

Jack started putting on his gloves and he wiped some orange looking stuff on Sam, which Sam gathered was antiseptic, then he put that piece of paper over his stomach that he has seen doctors do in films. After that, Jack got a needle of anaesthetic ready and injected Sam's stomach. Sam winced as he felt the liquid enter his vein.

Sam laid his head down not wanting to watch Jack as he picked up his scalpel, when suddenly the door opened. Sam looked to see Dean's shoulder appear followed by a very concerned expression on Dean's face.

"Dean!" Sam said trying not to move but all he wanted to do was get up and feel his brothers embrace. Dean breathed out all the tension in his expression.

"Sammy… What are you doing? Why didn't you answer my calls?!" Dean asked trying not to sound angry.

"I didn't think you wanted to be here!" Sam said tears leaking from the sides of his eyes.

"Why would you think that, Sammy? I wouldn't let you go through this alone. We are in this together…" Dean said as he bent over Sam and stroked his hair.

"I'm sorry, Dean…" Sam said tugging at Dean's shoulder as he stood there.

"Pull up a stool." Jack said to Dean and Dean did, he sat next to Sam holding his hand.

Jack got his scalpel again and Dean winced as he saw him cut into his little brother, glad Sam couldn't feel it like the wounds they have to care for themselves after a hunt. Dean had to look away when Jack pulled something out of his little brother, Sam winced though he couldn't feel it, but he knew what was going on.

Jack finished with a few stitches and he left the brothers alone. Sam sat up slowly it hurt a little bit; the anaesthetic hadn't completely worn off yet. Before Sam knew what had hit him Dean hugged Sam tightly.

"I love you, Sammy." Dean whispered and Sam let out another tear.

"It's Sam." Sam said as Dean let go of him and passed him his shirt. Dean smirked and threw Sam's jacket at him.

They drove back to Bobby's and decided to stay there a bit longer to let Sam recover. Dean wasn't about to let Sam rip the stitches out because he wanted to hunt.

"Thanks Bobby, for sorting all this out." Sam said and Bobby smiled.

"Anything for you boys." He said and patted Sam's shoulder. "Now go get some rest."

Dean ordered Sam to go and lay down for a while and Dean sat on the bed with Sam.

"I'm sorry for what I said this morning, Sammy." Dean said looking seriously at Sam. "I just… thought we would go throw with it. You know? We'd finally have a family..."

"Maybe one day we will, but just not yet." Sam said with a smile and pulled Dean down into a hug. And they lay on the bed together, just enjoying each others touch.

The end.