Chapter Eight

"Sammy..."

The voice was irritated, but Sam just ignored it. He felt much too relaxed to even consider moving.

"Come on, Sammy..."

A shake to his foot was the obvious attempt at rousing him from his very peaceful sleep, but he wouldn't have it. Sleep was just that much more attractive.

"Sam! Come on! I need to eat and you're comin' with me!"

Sam just nuzzled his pillow and moaned sleepily, refusing to move. A growl was all the warning he had before the covers were suddenly torn from his languidly spread body and he was summarily dumped onto the floor since he had been also tangled with said sheets. He cried out as he went tumbling head over foot onto the floor and landed with a loud ‘thump’ onto his back.  He cursed, though it was muffled by the coverlet, and struggled to get out of the tangle of linens that were trapping him. He finally managed to pull the covers off of him as he sat up and glared over at his brother, who was sitting on the dresser/TV stand that was against the other wall. “Dean, what the fuck?!”

“I warned you. Next time get up, parakeet perch,” Dean retorted with a snicker as he watched his brother. Sam’s hair was sticking up wildly from sleep and the battle he had just escaped with the evil covers.

Running a hand through his hair and subsequently making it *worse* while growling, Sam just sat for a bit and yawned. “Damnit, I was havin' a good dream...” he grumbled.

“Was I in it?” Dean purred as he leaned back against the dresser and spread his legs just a bit. His grin grew as Sam looked over at him, his hazel eyes darkening with lust as he took in Dean’s outfit of tight blue jeans and a tight t-shirt that happened to be a favorite of Dean’s. “I can see I was. The mornin' wood ain’t gonna help ya, sleepin' beauty,” he chided with a soft, husky laugh.

Moving swiftly and fluidly, Sam was in front of his brother and pinning him to the dresser before Dean could react. “You’re a fuckin' cock tease, Dean...” he rumbled as he leaned in for a kiss.

“And you need a shower, stink wad! Gah! Go shower! I ain’t kissin' you or havin' sex until you clean up!” Dean protested as he ducked down and dodged around his brother to the other side of the room. Sam turned towards him and his face was filled with frustration, but Dean just pointed at the bathroom. “Go! Or you’re not getting any later! You got like a twenty day old beard as well as BO bro...” he added as he waved a hand in front of his face, which was twisted with disgust.

“Well that’s romantic! You wake me up like I’m dirty laundry and I don’t even get a kiss for it!” Sam huffed as he marched into the bathroom, followed by Dean’s laugh. But he was actually really happy to see his brother joking around again. Stepping into the shower and letting the hot water just stream over him, Sam closed his eyes and let the memories of the past few days flow over him like the water, washing into the drain like the dirt that had been gathering on him recently. He lingered on the most recent memories though, savoring the intimate moments that they had shared both in their talks and in their sex.

His body reacted to the sensual memories and he slid his hand down to where his cock was jutting up for attention, already drawn out by his brother’s teasing that morning. He stroked himself languidly, moaning lightly as he imagined his brother doing this for him with his slender knowing fingers or mouth. At the image of Dean sucking on him, he jerked and sped up his strokes, drawn by that image to fucking his brother in various positions that he was going to enjoy trying with Dean. The one that set him off though was Dean, heavy with his pregnancy, spread wide for him and smiling invitingly. A shout left his lips as he shot his seed across the shower wall before collapsing forward against the cream colored wall. A moan and shiver passed through his body as he relaxed, but he realized then that he was looking forward to Dean’s development enhancing their sex. His brother was so beautiful already, glowing and sexy. Sam wasn’t sure he could handle anymore in concern with his brother.

After a few minutes of just relaxing under the hot spray, he turned up the heat and cleaned off. He washed his hair twice and then his body before stopping the water and stepping out. Once out, he cleared off some of the mirror and started shaving, grinning when he saw that he had indeed been getting quite the shadow. It felt nice to actually be clean and he promised himself to be more conscientious of it, especially since it was apparent that he was offensive to his lover.

Lover...Sam stopped at that thought. Dean was his brother...and his lover. ‘Oh how to deal with that one...’ he wondered briefly, but then shrugged it off. He was in too good a mood to brood over this kind of shit. Anyone who saw them that weren’t close friends or family wouldn’t know that they were brothers. So, they could definitely get away with being casually flirty with each other and maybe even snuggly...

Snorting with laughter at that one, Sam couldn’t stop the wide grin that cracked his face at that. Dean...snuggling. That’d be amusing to see! Especially after their kid was born. Something else crossed his mind as he brushed his teeth at that thought. The mermaid, Naida he reminded himself, had mentioned that they had to decide what to do with their baby once it was born. What had she meant by that? He stopped then and smacked his forehead. “Duh, Sam! Gads, you really are losin' your brain!” he groaned out before quickly finishing his brushing and rinsing. ‘The baby was made while Dean was a merman. It’ll be a merbaby for sure...’ At that thought, Sam swallowed hard as he stared at himself in the mirror. His eyes were still puffy and dark from lack of sleep, but his neck and shoulders were covered in love marks. He knew Dean’s was the same with the glimpses he’d gotten that morning. But he didn’t think on that.

“The baby’ll have to return to the ocean with Naida, Sam...don’t worry.”

Dean’s soft declaration startled Sam and he looked over quickly at his brother’s reflection in the mirror. Dean smiled sadly at him as he stood leaning against the door jamb, arms crossed over his chest. “It’s ok, Sam. I have already thought about it. It’d be better that way because we can’t have a child with us on the hunts. And Naida will love him or her like her own. And I know she won’t let it forget us. We...or I...can be with him after all this is done,” he explained quietly.

“Us. We’re going to be together no matter what and don’t forget it,” Sam corrected his brother as he straightened up and went to Dean, wrapping his strong arms around Dean’s waist. Dean looked up at him, not moving from his position, but his face relaxed ever so slightly as he searched Sam’s face. “Don’t worry...we’re together and that’s all that matters,” Sam whispered before leaning in for the kiss he’d been stopped from enjoying earlier.

Tilting his head just a bit to press deeper into the kiss, Dean moaned softly in the back of his throat as he gave into the kiss and suckled on the strong tongue that invaded his mouth. He finally uncurled his arms from their protective bind around his torso and wrapped them instead around Sam’s back and pulled him closer as the kiss deepened and their bodies pressed together, his body still clothed while Sam’s was still naked and somewhat wet from his shower.

He groaned as Sam used his strength to lift and carry him to the counter, where he parted his legs and wrapped them eagerly around Sam’s waist while his brother undid his pants and slid them and his underwear down out of the way. He squirmed and writhed as Sam’s fingers pushed into him from behind and pulled out for a bit before returning slicked with something. They were pressed back into him and Dean couldn’t help but thrust down as he groaned again, wanting more than fingers. He buried his nose into Sam’s neck as the younger brother licked and bit his way down Dean’s neck and Dean inhaled his brother’s fresh scent. He gasped and moaned as he was tilted back and lifted before being filled with the hard cock he’d been wanting all morning.

It was a brutal pace that Sam set almost immediately after being seated in Dean and had them both keening with pleasure as they undulated against each other. Dean clung to Sam as Sam pounded into him and it didn’t take long at all in that position for him to climax. Sam though kept going and the stimulation had Dean hard again within a few seconds. He shouted as he arched, clawing at Sam’s back as they moved together. Sam suddenly pulled out and shifted his gasping brother so he was standing on the ground before turning him so he was facing the mirror. He bent his brother down as he slammed in again and Dean screamed in pleasure as he clawed at the counter, legs spreading to take him in farther as he pushed up and back for more.

They thrust together against the bathroom counter before Sam was shaking deep within Dean and releasing his come, marking Dean just as his brother was coming just as hard as his earlier climax. Dean clawed at the mirror as he gasped for air, shaken here and there as Sam thrust a couple more times in reaction before slumping against him. Grunting, Dean wiggled slightly and made Sam back up just a bit, the pressure just a bit much on his stomach. After that, he relaxed on the cold wet counter as they regained their equilibrium.

A few minutes passed before Sam pulled out of his brother and sat heavily on the toilet, watching his brother leaning on the counter with his pants around his ankles and shirt shucked up to his arm pits. He grinned smugly as he saw the sated look on his brother’s face before Dean shifted up and smirked at him, heavy eyed and looking very well fucked. “Feel better now?” Dean murmured huskily before licking his kiss bruised lips.

“It’ll do for now...until we get some brunch,” Sam replied conceitedly before reaching over for one of their wet wash clothes and wiping his brother off carefully. Dean grumbled and shot him a glare at the cold wash cloth, but Sam just grinned and stood. He leaned in for a soft kiss that threatened to turn to more, but he pulled back and sauntered into the room to get changed.

Dean also changed since his clothes had been made wet from water and semen, so he was wearing another pair of jeans and a t-shirt that had ‘Bitch at me if you dare’ on it by the time Sam was dressed. But the look on his face stated that he’d probably not have cared either way if confronted with a bitchy person. Sam just shook his head as he led the way out and got in the passenger’s side of the Impala. “So, where to?” he asked as he stretched his legs out and looked over at his brother, who was looking very happy to be back in the driver’s side.

“Eh, I got some money, so we could go some place nice for once. Get a good meal, ya know?” Dean replied as they drove along. His eyes lit up though as he saw a Perkins’ restaurant and he looked askance at his brother.

“Perkins...haven’t been there in a long time. Let’s stop there,” Sam suggested dutifully and grinned as Dean beamed back at him. His brother was sometimes so easy to please...

Humming happily as he pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot, which was half full from the incoming lunch denizens, Dean turned to Sam after parking and kissed him roughly before getting out of the car. Grinning widely at that, Sam got out and whistled as he walked next to Dean into the restaurant. They went in and were seated quickly in a booth towards the back and were given menus. Tapping his fingers as he looked over the meals, Dean nibbled on his lip, distracting Sam for a few minutes before the waitress’ arrival broke into his rather lusty thoughts.

“What can I get for ya, boys?” the rather perky young lady with a sandy brown ponytail and a name tag that said her name was Andrea asked as she tapped her pen on her pad.

“Water for me and this nice salmon dinner, if you wouldn’t mind,” Dean answered charmingly. “Fruit and rice on the sides,” he added with a wink.

Sam snickered as she repeated his order before looking at him politely. “Uh, I’ll have the French toast platter with bacon, two eggs sunny side up, and hash browns,” he ordered with a dimply grin at her. She grinned back and then cocked her eyebrow. “Oh, and a large orange juice,” he added hastily and chuckled as Dean snickered softly.

“Very good! I’ll have those drinks for you in just a minute!” Andrea replied with a wink before taking their menus and heading to the back.

Smirking, Sam winked at Dean before resting his chin on his hands. “So, why salmon? I thought that, since you are, or rather were, part fish, you wouldn’t want to eat one of your old buddies,” he asked with a naughty grin.

Kicking Sam under the table, Dean rolled his eyes. “We ate fish all the time! You should try it...it’s good for ya!” he retorted before searching through the packets to the side idly. He turned his head and smiled winningly as their waitress brought their drinks over and dropped the straws down before heading over to another table. Dean picked out the lemon in his water and put it to the side before grabbing the salt shaker. Carefully, he began to pour in the salt, ignoring the stare that his brother was giving him as it began to grow cloudy with saturation. He stopped, stirred it with the straw, and then tested it. He frowned and began pouring again, then stopped and tested it once more.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doin'?!” Sam hissed as he watched his brother repeat the process a third time before taking a satisfied gulp of the salty concoction.

Tilting an eyebrow as he set the drink down, Dean looked at his brother like he was the world’s dimmest light bulb. “Dude, kid needs salt water. I don’t got enough salt in my system. Chill, ok?” he explained before taking another gulp and sighing happily. “That hit the spot!”

Staring at his brother in pure incredulity, Sam then just shook his head. “You’re seriously cracked, ya know that?” he commented as he stirred his own juice before taking a sip of it.

“Am not! Dude, I know what I’m doin'! Sheesh...mother fish...” Dean muttered as he glanced around while tapping his fingers on the table idly. He was stopped though as Sam threaded their fingers together and he focused on Sam. “What?”

“I’m sorry. You do know what you’re doin'. I just...was bein' overly protective,” Sam murmured as he smiled warmly at his brother and squeezed the fingers he had captive.

“Well stop it. We can take care of ourselves,” Dean replied gruffly, though he did smile and return the squeeze. He took another gulp of his water and purred. “That’s good salt,” he complimented softly and earned a chuckle from his brother.

“And here we go! Salmon for you sir...and French toast for you!” Andrea declared as she brought the tray that held their dishes down and onto the portable stand that she set up before handing their dishes over. They took the dishes with a ‘Thank you, ma’am’ and she grinned at them before giving them the usual spiel of ‘any problems, just grab me, enjoy your meal, ok?’ and heading back towards the kitchen to get Dean another glass of water.

The brothers ate in silence for a while, though it was broken a bit when Dean’s water was brought over and the process of salting it was repeated once again to Sam’s amusement. By the time they were done eating, Dean had gone through four glasses of water and the entire shaker of salt. He took a quick potty break while Sam was paying for their lunch and returned looking very pleased with himself. They went to the beach afterwards and just strolled along the beach hand in hand, looking for all the world like a normal gay couple enjoying the sun and each other.

But, once at the pier, they stopped and went into the water after stripping. Sam just watched Dean happily swim in the water before he noticed the pale green head of the mermaid. He smiled at her and felt warm inside when Dean laughed merrily as she came over to him and they hugged. Sam wondered briefly on the lack of jealousy on his part, but he knew that Dean was as much his as well as Naida’s. In fact, when Naida came over and tentatively touched him, Sam found himself reaching for her as well. She had brought joy into his brother’s life. He could do nothing less than embrace her.

They stayed until the sun began to set, then headed back to their hotel, the entire trip back filled with Dean’s excited babble on the possibility of Naida being pregnant with twins. Sam considered asking how different their sex was with Dean and Naida’s, but it was such a weird concept in his head that he just smiled a twisted smile and shook his head on it, ignoring Dean’s inquiries on what was up. Once back at the hotel, he hugged Dean to him and led the way to the bathroom, where they cleaned up.

It was in there that Sam noticed that Dean’s stomach was not so flat anymore. Reverently, he knelt in the shower and placed his hands on the small bump before looking up in wonder at his brother. The gentle smile that greeted him brought a giddy smile to his own lips before he looked back down at the bump. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to it, feeling tears well up in his eyes as he felt the very sure connection of life in there. This was his and Dean’s child...and he would do everything in his power to make sure it would live in a safe world. With that, he made a silent vow to protect his child, his brother, and to defeat the evil demon that had destroyed so much in their lives so far. He would *not* lose to that monster!

When they had finished showering, they got out and made it a game to try and dry the other off faster. With laughter surrounding them, they chased each other into the bedroom and landed on one of the beds. It wasn’t long before horseplay turned into foreplay and then into multiple plays on positions. Several orgasms later, they both collapsed onto the bed with Sam holding Dean from behind, gasping for air from the pleasure that continued to crash down onto him.

It didn’t take long for them to fall asleep with Sam curled around Dean and their hands laced, one set above their heads and the other set down over Dean’s swelling belly. It was like a dream come true for them both and it didn’t matter how much it might cost them...it was all good.

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