armed_dropout Dean & Sam AU

[nothisvessel]

Sam was looking over the adoption paperwork again, reading everything careful while balancing his laptop on his legs. He turned to the laptop, scanning the page he had pulled up before clicking to another page with a smile on his face. He was in bed, stretched out while enjoying his second day off work thanks to Dean calling in for him.

He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of water and mumbling to himself as he squinted.

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[armed_dropout]

Dean wandered back into the room holding two mugs of coffee. It was cold and he was only wearing his boxers but he favored hiding back under the covers to actually getting ready. It was weird, he swore he slept most of yesterday but he was so damn tired, totally for another day of just laying around.

He handed over Sam's mug, kissing him on the temple before settling back into bed. "What are you mumbling about?"

[nothisvessel]

He took the mug, leaning into the kiss with a smile before shaking his head. "Sorry I'm reading. You know how I get." He turned, pressing his lips to Dean's before shifting so he could lean into him. "I found a website for adoptions. Its a database of kids. Pictures and everything."

He took a drink of the coffee before setting it aside. "It also has different lawyers we can get in touch with in the state who deal with adoption. I've heard of this guy actually. He's really good. Makes sure the families he helps are actually good families before he will help them get a child placed."

[armed_dropout]

Dean set the coffee down on the nightstand, beyond exhausted as he wrapped an arm around Sam. "Well look at you, you're really serious about this stuff," he grinned, nuzzling into Sam's hair. "You think we would get approved?"

[nothisvessel]

He smiled, nodding and turning his head so his lips slid against Dean's. "Course I am." He reached up, grasping the back of his husband's neck as they kissed. "Well, I read over the qualifications. We have a stable home with extra bedrooms, safe neighborhood, we both have steady jobs and have plenty of money." He shifted slightly. "And neither of us has a record beyond you getting speeding tickets in the Impala. I don't see why we would have any problems."

He moved the paperwork, laying it on the laptop before closing it and setting it down on the floor. He wrapped his arms around Dean, pulling him close. "I want a little girl."

[armed_dropout]

Dean shifted awkwardly, not sure how to bring up this topic. He was afraid it would hurt Sam and that was the last thing he wanted, but he felt like he should bring it up if it might affect them getting approved for a child. "A-and what about the counselor you saw for your....problem a few years ago? Would they be able to look that up? Do you think it would affect anything?"

[nothisvessel]

Sam tensed, pulling back slightly to look at Dean before biting his lip. "They would probably talk to the counselor, find out how long I've been clean and everything. They would talk to the people around us who know us best." He brushed his fingers through his hair, frowning and looking down at his lap. "They'd probably want to do drug screening on me. At least for a little while."

[armed_dropout]

"Then they'd find out you're clean from your counselor," he whispered, pulling him closer to kiss his temple. "And they'd hear how amazing you are from everyone else and that you're in no way that guy anymore."

[nothisvessel]

He leaned into Dean, biting his lip. "I just hope it doesn't mess anything up regardless. It would break my heart if it were my fault you couldn't have a family." He turned, sliding his fingers into Dean's hair before kissing him deeply.

"Have I ever told you how absolutely amazing you are and that I am the luckiest guy in the world to have a husband like you?" He nudged his nose against the side of Dean's face, nipping along his jaw. "I love you so much."

[armed_dropout]

"Think you might have mentioned it once or twice," he smirked, "but you haven't said it today yet, so it was about damn time." He leaned his head back a little, humming at the nice feeling of Sam kissing his jaw. "We'll be fine, we'll get out family because you're clean and we're good people and I...I think we'd be good parents."

[nothisvessel]

"Hmmm well I might have to say it a few more times." He smirked, moving over until he was straddling Dean's legs. "You're gonna be an amazing dad, Dean. Remember when you used to babysit the kids next door? God they loved you." He leaned back, tugging at the bottom of Dean's shirt playfully.

[armed_dropout]

"Yeah but there's kind of a difference between your own kid and somebody else's...what if we get one and it hates me or something?" He looked up at Sam, a little distracted.

[nothisvessel]

"Oh baby I don't think anyone could hate you." He cupped Dean's face gently. "I told you, you're gonna be a great dad. I know you will. Just have faith in that."

[armed_dropout]

"I'll give it a shot," he gave a weak smile then winced when his head hurt. "Dammit, I've had a freakin migraine since yesterday afternoon."

[nothisvessel]

He frowned, brushing his thumb along Dean's jaw. "Maybe you're trying to remember something..." He spoke softly, tilting down slightly to look into Dean's eyes. "You'll be ok baby." He moved closer up on Dean's thighs.

[armed_dropout]

"Why would I be trying to remember something? What the hell do I need to remember?" He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the ground before laying his head back on the pillow.

[nothisvessel]

"I don't know....it was just a suggestion you know." He looked down over Dean's chest and stomach before smoothing his hands over the warm skin. "Getting hot?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow before leaning in and biting Dean's neck softly, right over his pulse.

[armed_dropout]

Dean let out a small moan, letting his head fall to the side to give Sam's better access. "Love you Sammy, so damn much."

[nothisvessel]

"Love you too, Dean." He mumbled against his skin, scooting forward more until his body was flush against his husband's. "Swear you drive me wild." He whispered, dragging his blunt nails down Dean's sides.

[armed_dropout]

"I better.." Dean gasped at the feeling of Sam's nails, arching his body up slightly. "Haven't been together long enough for you to be sick of me yet."

[nothisvessel]

"Nope. Might take me another year or...you know 50?" He pulled back, winking at Dean playfully before rolling his hips down. "I think you should take advantage of your husband on his sick day."

[armed_dropout]

"Well you are sick Sammy," Dean pouted, leaning up to kiss him softly. "Gotta make sure you stay in bed."

[nothisvessel]

"Mmm if you say so." He kissed Dean back, nipping at his lip quickly. "What're you gonna do if I try and get up?"

[armed_dropout]

Dean moaned softly, grinning up at Sam. "Well then I guess I'll have to fight you for it, make sure you don't leave the room..."

[nothisvessel]

"Oh well if you think you can take me..." He smiled brightly as he slowly pulled away from Dean, moving as if he were going to get out of bed. "I might just have to go to the kitchen. Maybe cook some lunch." He stuck his tongue out at Dean before laughing.

[armed_dropout]

"You seriously wanna play this game?" Dean rolled his eyebrows, grabbing him by the shoulder to yank him back onto the bed where he belonged.

[nothisvessel]

He ducked out of Dean's grasp, slipping off the bed and slowly sauntering towards the kitchen. He looked back at Dean, raising an eyebrow as he hooked his thumb into his boxers and slid them down on one side. "Bite me."