Summary: Sam has a strange dream and things just go downhill from there. Mpreg and wincest. Prequel to "Only For You", "The Troubles Of Teething" and "First Christmas."

Rating: T for Teen

Warnings: Mpreg, slash, wincest and language.

I don't own Supernatural. I've never owned Supernatural. There is an excellent chance that I will never own Supernatural. Please don't sue. I don't have enough money to get a good lawyer. I also don't own the quote at the beginning of the chapter. I think it's brilliant, though.

Yes, my lovelies, the prequel you guys have been asking me for. I finally caved in and I made sure that it was pretty long to satisfy your hunger. You don't have to read my continuations to get this at all, considering that this is a prequel. I hope you enjoy.

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Chapter One

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"A baby is something you carry inside you for nine months, in your arms for three years and in your heart till the day you die."

-Mary Mason

Sam stretched as he got out of bed, yawning. He could smell wafts of bacon and waffles coming from the kitchen. He smiled and put a robe on. He walked down the stairs and snuck up behind Dean and kissed his neck.

"Hey, Dean," Sam greeted, his stomach growling. "You're making breakfast?"

Dean shrugged. "I thought it'd be nice."

Sam smiled as Dean handed him a cup of coffee.

"Thanks," he said and took a sip before scowling. "This is decaf."


Sam pouted, placing the rejected cup of coffee on the kitchen island. "This is decaf. What happened to the regular coffee?"

"Sam…" Dean trailed off.

"What happened to the good coffee?"

Dean gave Sam a peck on the mouth. "You know I don't like you drinking the regular coffee. It's bad for you and little baby Elliot."

Sam put his hands on his large stomach, slowly caressing it.

"I don't like the name Elliot anymore."

"Why not?"

"Too E.T. for me."

"Nice, Sammy," Dean scoffed. "That movie freaked you out so much when you were little, pretty pathetic. And no more regular coffee for you."

"I like coffee," Sam said softly, still looking at his swollen stomach. "A lot."

"The baby will have six eyes if you keep drinking it."

Sam couldn't help snorting at the statement. "I'm sure you got them from a loyal, reliable news source."

"Yeah, the National Enquirer."


"I thought so."

Dean lifted Sam's chin and kissed him on the lips. "I love you and I love the baby."

"Right back at you."


Sam gasped as he woke up. He quickly touched his stomach. No, he still had a six-pack, no baby. He could feel the sweat rolling down his forehead as he sat up. He looked around. He wasn't in the picture-perfect three bedrooms, two baths house they lived in while he was dreaming. Instead, it was a seedy motel with peeling wallpapers and the faint aroma of moldy pizza.

"Sammy," he heard Dean's gruff voice beside him in the bed. "You okay, there?"

The younger brother wanted to say that yes, he was just fine but felt his head shake no.

"What's wrong? Another nightmare?"

"Yeah, something like that. It was weird."

Dean wanted to go back to bed, exhausted from the hunt the night before but felt obligated to ask, "Do you need to talk about it?"

Sam paused before answering, "I need to go to a store."

Dean rested his head on his elbow. "And why do you need to go to a store?"

Sam felt his lips quivering and he wrapped his arms around his stomach. "Because I think I need a pregnancy test."

If anything would snap Dean out of his drowsiness, this would.

"Why do you need a pregnancy test?" Dean asked, eyes wide. "Sammy? Answer me."

Sam used the same voice he used nearly twenty-years ago when he was scared or unsure of something. "Because I think I'm pregnant."

"You-you have to be fucking kidding me," Sam avoided his eyes. "Sam, dude, you're a guy! I've seen your equipment! You're not pregnant."

Sam took a deep breath. "You know my visions? Well, I kind of – sort of – just had a vision of me being pregnant. But it was weird. I just want to make sure."

"You want to make sure that you're not pregnant. Even though you're a guy with fully working guy parts," Dean said slowly as if Sam was an idiot. "Seriously?"

Sam played with the loose threads on his shirt. "Please, Dean?"

"This is ridiculous, you know that, right? There's no way you can be pregnant and just thinking that you are because of a stupid dream is possibly the dumbest thing you've ever done. Right next to wearing the pink tie at your prom."

"Dean," Sam pleaded. "Please? Hell, you don't even have to go with me. Just give me the car keys and I'll do it myself."

Dean scoffed, "Yeah, right. Like I'm letting you drive the Impala in your state of mind," he sighed, scratching at his beard. "Give me a minute to get dressed."

Sam kissed Dean quickly on the mouth. "Thank you."



Buying a pregnancy test at a twenty-four hour convenience store is embarrassing. Not as embarrassing as buying rubbers, chocolate sauce and lube all at the same time, but still pretty high up there.

He approached the 'feminine products' section with Dean, his face red. He saw colorful boxes for tampons and pads right next to the pregnancy tests and struggled to choose which one he should get.

Dean held up a box that advertised how easy it was to read the results. "How about this one, Sammy-girl?"

Sam glared at Dean and snatched the box and read the back. It was only fifteen dollars, clearly the cheapest out of all of them.

They headed to the checkout counter, both looking uncomfortable.

The man working at the store snorted at the two when he saw their purchase.

"One of y'all expecting or something?" he drawled before laughing to himself.

"Just ring it up," Dean replied with clenched teeth, giving the man the money. "Thanks a lot."

Sam flushed as Dean handed him the box when they got into the car.

"We'll do this when we get back to the motel, okay?"

The younger brother nodded, clutching the pregnancy test box to his chest.


"So, what do you have to do?" Dean asked when they were in motel room.

"Pee on it, I think."

Dean smirked, taking off his leather jacket. "Nice, Sammy. Real nice."

Sam nodded half-heartedly and went into the bathroom, holding the cardboard box.

A few moments later later, Sam came back into the room, holding onto the pregnancy test in his hands.

"Ugh, Sam. Put that on the table or something and wash your hands. That's just disgusting," he gave his brother his signature grin. "So, what, Sam? You got a bun in your oven or what?"

Sam shrugged, sitting on one of the wooden chairs. "I don't know. I have to wait three minutes for the results," he held up a small plastic timer. "This'll tell me when it's time to check."

There was a pause, before Dean said, "You're the strangest person I've ever met. You know that, right?"

Sam smirked, "Stranger then that one-legged waitress who spoke only in Latin?"

"You're a close second."

Every minute seemed like hours. He looked at both the timer in his hand and the clock overhead and waited. Finally, beeps were coming from the timer indicating that time was up.

"You want to go check?" Dean asked as he played with the necklace that Sam had given him so many years ago.

"Not really."

Dean rolled his eyes, getting up from his chair. "You want me to?"

Sam nodded, keeping his eyes on the ground.

As Dean approached the table he asked Sam, "It'll say 'pregnant' or 'not pregnant' right?"

"That's what the box says."

Dean looked down at the test and gasped.

"Holy shit."

Sam looked up sharply, hurrying over to where his brother was. "What? What does it say?"

Dean couldn't help but hold the test despite the fact that his brother had peed on it only a few minutes ago. He just needed proof that what he was seeing was actually real and not some illusion or hallucination. "It says that you're pregnant."

Sam covered his mouth with one hand and another splayed against his stomach. "Oh my fucking God."

Dean looked at Sam. For the first time in a long time, Sam saw unmasked, true fear in Dean's eyes. "How the hell did this happen?"

"How should I know?" Sam's voice got annoyingly high. "I just wake up and I'm pregnant!"

"Well," Dean gestured wildly to Sam's stomach. "Is it mine?"

"Nah, Dean," the younger brother said sarcastically. "It's the baby of my other brother that I've been fucking as we travel all around the country."

"Don't be bitchy."

Sam collapsed into a chair, his head in his hands. "How did this happen?" he sobbed. "I'm such a freak."

"You're not a freak."

He looked at Dean. "You called me a freak less than an hour ago."

Dean rubbed his neck, clearly uncomfortable. "Dude, you know… Freak is like my pet name for you. Like 'Honey' or 'Sweetheart'."

"Shut up, Dean. You're not making it any better."

Dean crouched down, wrapping his arms around his visibly defeated brother. "Hey, Sammy, we're going to be fine. We'll get Bobby to help, everything's going to be fine."

"Bobby to help…" Sam gasped in realization. "You want me to get rid of it, don't you?"

Dean cleared his throat. "Sam, you and I both know that this isn't – can't – be normal. For goodness sakes, you're a pregnant guy! That's not normal!"

"When have our lives ever been normal, Dean?" Sam continued to cry but got up, lying down on the bed, pulling the covers over his face. "We've always been different."

The older brother also got up and sat on the ground next to the bed so they could be face to face. He stroked Sam's hair in an effort to get him to calm down.

"Listen, Sam, get some sleep. We'll talk when you wake up, okay?"

Sam nodded weakly, grabbing a pillow and putting it under his head. "Where are you going to be?"

"I'll go to bed with you. I need some shuteye too," Dean stripped off his clothes until he was only in his boxers. He spooned Sam, holding him close. "We're going to be okay."


And Sam went to sleep, but Dean didn't. His mind was racing with thoughts. He didn't want to go to sleep. He didn't want his brother to be impregnated with… something. He didn't want this.

What Dean really wanted was to do was take a long drive in his car, AC/DC playing loudly with a cheeseburger in his hand, driving past the state lines. Past the new troubles and worries presented to him just a couple of minutes ago. Gone. But he stopped himself. He couldn't do that. Not to his – lover? Brother? Boyfriend? What was Sam to him? Sure, they were brothers and that would always hold true. But were they boyfriends because they slept together and kissed each other willingly and loved one another in a way that was surely not brotherly? Dean refused to think that they were lovers. That had way too many gay connotations. And, if anything, Dean was not gay. He just happened to love Sam, who was also a man. That was all.

Closing his eyes, keeping his arm around his baby brother, Dean fell asleep.


Sam woke up, his mind groggy. He looked at the clock, surprised that they had slept in so long. Just as he was getting up, memories of what happened earlier that morning invaded his mind.

He audibly gasped and Dean slowly woke up, grabbing onto Sam's waist, trying to pull him down.

"Sammy? You okay?"

Sam shook his head, lying back on the bed, his head resting on Dean's arm.

"I'm pregnant, Dean," he said quietly, his voice drunk with sleep. "And I don't even know if my baby is human."

Dean leaned over and kissed Sam on the head. "It's going to be okay. We're going to go to Bobby's," Sam opened his mouth to protest, but Dean quickly silenced him. "Not to get rid of the baby. Just to… check. Make sure it's human and not something supernatural."

"When do you want to leave?"

"Is now okay with you?"

Sam turned his body so he could get a good look at his brother. "You're really freaked out about this, huh?"

"About what? The fact that something is growing in my brother and I have no idea what it is? Yeah, I'm pretty freaked out."

Sam stumbled out of bed, nearly tripping on his own two feet, when Dean wrapped his arms around his brother's lean torso. "You okay there, man?"

"I-I just got up too quickly. Don't worry about it."

Dean nodded. "Can you walk okay now?"

"Yeah, I think so."

Dean released his brother out of his grasp, missing the warmth that he had just felt.

As they got dressed, Sam stopped himself midway, his shirt still off. He looked at the full-length mirror and turned sideways. He put his hand on his stomach and slumped down.

"I think I'm showing, Dean," Sam called out. "Come look."

Dean went over to his brother, looking at the mirror, before straightening out Sam's posture, pulling his shoulders back to where they usually were.

"There," he said, pointing at the reflective glass. "No baby bump. Come on and get dressed. I want to hit the freeway before traffic."

Sam put on a white t-shirt and smiled when he asked, "Do you think we'll be able to use the carpool lane now?"

For the first time in a long time, Dean's eye started to twitch. "You've become a lot more comfortable with being pregnant then you were five minutes ago," he put his hand on Sam's forehead. "Are you sick or something?"

"No, just…. I mean, it might be something evil and crap and that'd suck. But, what if it wasn't? What if it was the product of you and me? Something we've created?"

"Then it'd probably be retarded."

Sam gave Dean a harsh look. "What?"

"We're brothers, Sam. We share the same DNA. It'd be retarded," Sam still looked at him as if he suddenly sprouted another head. "What? It would be. I went to Biology class. Occasionally."

"Can you just stop being so cynical for a minute, please? We could be a family."

"We're already a family."

The younger brother huffed. "I meant we could extend our family. Just, I think it would be nice."

Dean gave Sam a quick peck on the cheek, one of his rare shows of affection. "Don't get too ahead of yourself, Sam. If Bobby helps confirm that it's not Rosemary's baby you're carrying, then we can talk about nursery colors."

Dean's voice was dripping with sarcasm, but Sam chose to ignore it. Everything bad seemed to have happened to him lately and this beacon of hope was shining too brightly too ignore.

Sam kissed Dean as they exited the motel. "I love you."

Rolling his eyes, Dean said. "I know. Trust me, I know."

The Impala, much to her owner's dismay, was littered with fast food bags and half empty candy bags. Sam got into the passenger seat, head on the cool glass, his jacket pulled over him.

"You tired?

Sam nodded, his eyes closed.

"Get in the back, then. Take a nap."

"Are you sure?" Sam yawned. "I can stay up if you want."

"Nah, I'm okay. Bobby's house is only a few hours from here."

Sam crawled into the backseats, lying horizontally, his jacket now a makeshift pillow.

"Just wake me up if you want me to take over driving or something."

"Got it," Dean looked back at Sammy. "Have a good nap."


Within two minutes, Sam was snoring.


Every since he could remember, Bobby Singer's house was a sanctuary for Dean. Whenever he was there, he wasn't Dean the older brother or Dean the caretaker or Dean the soldier. He was just Dean and Bobby treated him as such. He knew that Bobby would help him and Sam without hesitation.

"Sammy," he said softly, reaching over to shake his brother. "Sam. Wake up. We're here."

Sam slowly sat up, smoothing his brown hair. "We're at Bobby's already? We got here quick."

"You've been asleep for nearly four hours."

The brown-haired man rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Seriously?"

"And snoring the whole time."

Sam scoffed. "Thanks."

They exited out of the car, only to be greeted by Rumsfeld jumping on them. Sam laughed as the dog tried to lick him face and rubbed the rottweiler's head.

Dean smirked. "We should tell Bobby that he's a pretty bad watchdog."

"Nah, he's known us since he was a puppy, is all."

They approached Bobby's wooden door and looked at each other for a moment before Dean knocks on the door.

Bobby pointed a shotgun at them when he opened the door but slowly put it down when he saw Sam and Dean.

He quickly looked them over for any sign of injury or sickness. "What's wrong with you guys?"

"What?" Sam asked, shifting his weight.

"What's wrong are you? Are you sick?"

Dean laughed mirthlessly. "Bobby, we don't just come to your house because something is wrong with us."

Bobby raised an eyebrow before moving out of the way to let the two men in.

"Um," Sam said, glancing at Dean before continuing. "There actually is something wrong. With me."

"What is it?"

"You might want to sit down for this."

"Sam," Bobby gruffly replied. "Stop beating around the bush. Just tell me."

Trying to fight the urge to grab Dean's hand, he said, "I'm pregnant."

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That took me a whole day to write. Ugh, I am so tired right now.

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