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❝This year you decide to throw your first Christmas for Sam with the help of Dean and Castiel, although the four of you are in for a hell of a surprise!❞

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FANFIC
SAM WINCHESTER

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"A kid?" the words tumbled out of your mouth as the if they caused the urge to vomit once again to slither up your throat. 

"Yes. I can feel the presence of a growing soul," Cas clarified as if it had been the most obvious revelation since he'd met the Winchesters.

"I'm a little surprised that this is your first pregnancy scare," Dean remarked with a smirk.

Leaning over the toilet, Sam attempted to help hold your (H/C) hair out of your face and soothe you as needed. With an empty stomach, though, it had been useless. Nonetheless, the dry-heaving spells you seemed to break out into did nothing to ease his worrying mind. He hadn't left your side all morning.

"It's not a scare if you're already pregnant Dean," Sam yelled over his shoulder at his brother.

Exhausted and mostly confused, you stood to your wobbling feet after another twenty minutes at the toilet before brushing your teeth. With the help of your boyfriend, you managed to make it to the library, and have a seat at the cluttered table. Somehow the atmosphere of the bunker eased your mind—despite everything.

"I'm sorry, Sam," you muttered, "this is not how I planned on starting the day at all."

"Hey, you don't need to apologize for anything, (Y/F/N)."

Feeling out of place in the discussion, Dean and Cas had elected to go get pregnancy tests for you while Sam and you had the pleasure of talking about a plan of action. It didn't even feel like Christmas anymore, you thought, as the focus turned to a child possibly nesting within your belly. Sam pulled up a chair beside you before plopping down and wiping the sleep out of his now wide eyes.

"I just can't believe it," you said, although given the way you were feeling, it just about confirmed it for you.

"How're we going to have a baby in this?" Sam looked around the room, worried. Picking up papers of centuries old legends, lore, and monsters you all had been researching for the current case, you sighed, rubbing a hand down your face out of worry. The two of you hadn't even considered children in the past. Let alone talked about wanting them. Your lives were too demanding.

"I don't know Sam..." you couldn't hold back the doubt in your voice at the thought of raising a child into the lifestyle of a hunter. It scared you to death thinking about it. Everything about having a child scared you truthfully, but despite that fact, you wouldn't want to start a family with anyone else. Sam was your person, and if having a baby with him was written in the stars, then you wanted it more than anything.

"Being a hunter and having a family- it's like having a target on your back," he complained, failing to recognize the blessing.

"Sam, look around you. We've all got targets on our backs. What's one more?" You considered, despite understanding his concerns.

"I just don't want to become what my dad was, (Y/F/N). I don't want my family destroyed because of our shitty destiny or some need to live a hunters life."

Sam's eyes settled on you. He had been concerned of course, and terrified—reflecting your own fears within his gaze. Expressing your understanding, you reached for his hand, smiling once you had it within your grasp.

"I don't give a damn about your shitty destiny, you're not going to become your dad. You just worry about being my Sam. We'll figure out the rest down the road, but as long as we're together, then that's all I care about, okay?" You pleaded, hoping that somewhere inside him he wanted this just as much as you did.

Kissing your knuckles, he smiled before his eyes drifted from you to the tree erected behind where you sat.

"Merry Christmas, (Y/F/N)," Sam stood up, and kissed your forehead. "You're all I could've ever asked for, and yet you're giving me the most precious gift a man can receive," Sam acknowledged genuinely as he kneeled down in front of you, with his hands encasing you're torso while you hugged him around the neck.

"You say that like I did all the work," you smiled innocently, finally feeling like yourself again. The sickness had passed.

"I wanna be a good father to our child," he admitted, before pulling back to hold your face in his hands. You couldn't escape his loving gaze.

"You will be, Sam."

Leaning into you, Sam pressed his lips against yours, kissing you passionately. As his tongue dipped past your lips, forcing his way in until the two of you were fighting for control, it became obvious to you that he was keen on showing you just how grateful he was of you. Moaning against his lips, you fought the urges that arose from him kissing you like that. Sam had always been passionate with you, but when he really wanted something, he had a way of making it known without words.

"God, I love you, (Y/F/N)," he grounded out, struggling to contain himself as his hands roamed your body respectfully, while yours mirrored his own. Trailing along his chest, pulling at the fabric of his waistline, and rising to the brown locks dangling past his ears. 

"Sam! Your brother and Cas are going to be back-" you tried to warn him, but the fact seemed to only fuel his desire, as well as your own. Standing to his feet, Sam lifted you by your ass, and sat you down on the table, not bothering to clear it as he continued his task.

"Pleasing the mother of my child takes precedence right now," Sam trailed kisses down your jaw, just barely stopping at the crook of your neck before he moved to leave warm love bites on your now exposed breast after he'd ripped your thin top off of you.

"S-Sam," you tried pushing him away, but the tingles that ran along your skin simply begged for more attention as he pulled down the bra you were wearing, and ogled at the sight before him.

"Yes, baby?"

Blushing madly, you finally caved. "Don't stop."

You moaned loudly as he took your entire breast into his mouth, circling his tongue around the perk of your nipple before he went to give the other some attention. Multitasking, he worked the button of your pants, before unzipping them and pulling them as well as your panties down far enough to admire your now glimmering heat. With hunger in his eyes, he returned to your lips.

"Baby, you okay?"

"I'm fantastic," you say, still blushing as he pulled down his own pants in a rush to reveal his now throbbing dick. Licking your lips, you groaned, "ready?" He asked permission, leaning forward and teasing your entrance with his long shaft.

"Mhmm," you hummed, picking up your own weight to make it a little easier given the position you two were in.

Slowly sliding inside of you, and waiting for your tight walls to adjust, Sam slowly eased in and out of you, taking note of your expression the entire time.

"Ahh, fuck (Y/F/N)," he hissed as he jerked within you, the feeling of his dick twitching making you rotate your hips in a circular motion, desperate for stimulation. Readjusting, Sam finally picked you up off of the table. While you bounced against his rock hard penis, he slapped hard against your ass. Somehow the sensation only aroused you more as the moans leaving your mouth grew louder and louder.

"Ohh, Sam!" You swallowed your moan practically drooling as you fell apart in his arms, scratching against his back. Quickly your first orgasm came as he thumbed your clitoris frantically.

With the worst timing in the world, the sound of the bunker door prying open reached your ears.

"Shit! You cursed lowly, looking over his shoulder.

You scrambled to try and get off of your boyfriend, but Sam didn't even bother as you caught eyes with Cas and Dean as they walked down the stairs.

"Christ! You two are like damn rabbits!" Dean exclaimed as he pulled his eyes away from the two of you.

"Sorry!" You blushed madly, hiding in Sam's chest as he hiked you up with a new motivation and carried you straight to your room to finish what you'd both started.

Hell on the off chance that you weren't pregnant, you would be by the end of the night.