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There’s a bottle of whiskey next to the bed. John had dumped it there when he’d stumbled in. The bed creaks when he leans over to grab it. John ignores the sound. The entire house creaks and groans, the bed is just another thing on a list that John doesn’t care that much about. The rent was cheap at least, mainly cause there’d been a ghost haunting the place before John had dragged his boys through the front door.
That problem had been solved easily enough. He’d already found the vic, last real owner before the string of tenants who’d cut and ran, just needed confirmation from inside the house. He simply filled up his flask then hit the road again. Left Dean to deal with Sammy and unpacking while the sun was still up, knows his eldest can handle things while John works. He'd stopped at a bar on the way back to ease his aches for the day, driving for hours on end and digging up a grave were activities he seldom liked doing the same day. He wasn’t as young as he used to be after all, and hunting aged every man prematurely.
Hours later, John stumbled home, well stumbled back to the house his boys were tucked up in. His dick’s fat and heavy in his jeans, has been since he’d turned the car back to the house. Sam’s door had been wide open, so inviting that John didn’t even think before he’d entered.
Sammy had been awake when he’d entered. Soft cheek pressed against his pillow while he watched the door clutching his blankets. Eyes watching the door in the dark flicking towards every shadow. Waiting for him.
This was their nightly routine. John went out. Sammy waited up for him. John came back, and Sammy helped him relieve a full day of stress and hard work. Just a good little boy helping his father.
Sweet little tears trail down Sammy’s cheeks. John runs his thumb over one, rubbing it deep into Sammy’s chubby cheek. More tears fall from big brown eyes. His little mouth fell open, and John dipped his thumb in there letting Sam suckle him, taste how delicious his tears are. Pulls his hand away to hold Sam in place on the bed.
“Good boy,” John whispers into the night. He lifts the bottle up to his lips and drinks. The burn of the whiskey down his throat was soothed only when he leaned down to lick the tears off Sam’s cheeks. “Always a good boy for Daddy, aren’t ya Sammy?”
Sam hiccupped. “Daddy!”
John grunts, rucks up Sam’s night shirt to get a better grip on him. He drops the whiskey bottle back on the floor, barely hears the loud thunk it makes echoing through the house. His head is swimming, but all he can think about is Sam, little Sammy in front of him and his dick disappearing into that perfect little hole of his, Sam's ass clenching around his dick each time he thrusts home.
Sam turns his head burying it in his pillow, but John can still see his little body hitch with muffled cries, little whimpers and moans he can still hear. John pulls out, watches Sam move, and then thrusts back in. Sam clenches down on him.
“Good boy, helping Daddy out.” John ruts into him faster and faster, hears the bed springs squeal with Sammy. The pillow under Sam’s head is wet from tears and drool.
He fumbles to hold tighter to Sam, one hand dipping below to hold him by the belly. That’s when he feels it. Sammy’s usually flat tummy bulging when John thrust into him. He pushed in deeper and felt the bulge grow.
“Fuck,” John curses, “Taking me so good, aren’t you? Love it, don’t you?”
Sam lifts his head from his pillow turning back to look at him. His shoulders are hitching with sobs. Drool drips from his little pink mouth mixing with the tears rolling down his cheeks. John’s dick twitches in him, and he nearly comes right then and there when he can feel that beneath his fingertips.
John thrusts into him again, watches his head dip up and down from the force of it. His tears plop uselessly down onto the pillow.
“Asked you a question Sammy.” He orders, words slightly slurring around the edges. “Answer me.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Sam responds. “Love it. Feel so full. Thank you.”
John grunts. Sam’s so wet and hot around him, taking him so well. He pushes in, hips flush with Sam’s ass, cock buried so deep in his boy that his belly moves with it, and he comes.
John finishes off, hand still cupping Sam’s belly. He falls onto the mattress tugging Sam with him. He shifts onto his shoulder, twisting his hips and tossing his leg over Sam to pin him down when he moves too much.
Exhaustion hits him like a ten-ton Mack truck in his post-orgasm haze. It's fine, wouldn't be the first time he's slept in Sammy. Those nights are always the best. John sleeps like a rock while his son keeps his dick all soft and warm.
Shame that’s the exact moment he realizes he needs to piss. He’s too tired to lift his head, but his bladder’s fucking killing him. The walk to the bathroom feels too far to be worth it, not to mention the fact that John ain’t exactly sure where it is. Moving requires too much effort, and the bed is far too comfortable. He’s comfortable, his dick’s all taken care of in Sam still, and nothing besides the devil himself could drag him from this bed.
Beneath him, Sam tries to crawl out from under him. John’s dick is still in him, come leaking out now because of Sam’s impatience. John pins him back to the bed again using his entire bodyweight now.
Sleep is dragging his eyelids closed when Sam clenches around him again, shuffling so close to John that he’s putting pressure on all the wrong places. One sneaky little elbow ends up pressing on his bladder.
John blew out a breath and relaxed. He presses closer, forcing his dick fully back into Sam. The first spurt of piss into Sam makes him groan, the relief instantaneous.
Sammy squirms, little legs kicking about. John holds tighter, wraps both hands firmly around his hips to hold him in place. He can feel Sammy’s stomach under him, sweeps his thumb over the baby soft skin there in an attempt to soothe the kid so John can finish. His nail catches and scratches at him. It works a treat. Sam goes still, but that’s when John can feel it.
Sammy’s stomach is bigger than before. Bigger than when he’d been fucking him.
John cups it, knocking against it not so gently. Sammy whimpers but knows better than to squirm now. He feels how Sam’s belly grows and grows while John pisses into him. Sighs in relief at emptying his bladder so quickly.
He feels tears against his skin, and that does nothing but get him going faster.
It doesn’t take long for John to finish pissing, bladder fully emptied into Sammy, and when he does, he almost mourns the fact that he’s finished. Sam’s belly is distended, and he can feel how Sam’s clenching around him to keep it all in. That more than anything is what has John coming back to his senses, wakes him up enough to know he’s got to get to his own bed.
Pulling out sets off the waterworks again, though they aren't the only thing wetting the bed. At least this time Sammy’s quiet, big fat tears just rolling down his cheeks again. If John weren’t so spent and exhausted, the sight would have gone straight to his dick. As it was, his eyes were only half open when he dropped his hand on Sam’s head ruffling his hair rather than say good night.
He stumbles into the hallway, backtracking only momentarily for the bottle of whiskey from before. There’s a closed door in front of him and an open one right next to it. He can see the empty bed, made up with sheets and a blanket thank fuck. Stumbling towards it, he leaves Sam’s door wide open. He only glances back just as he’s about to fall down onto his bed.
From this angle he can only partially see Sam, curled up in a ball near the head of the bed. His face is turned away, but it’s enough to settle John down to sleep. One last pull of whiskey and its sweet dreams for him. His bed ain’t half as comfy as sleeping on Sam, but as tired as he is, he doesn’t give a damn.
John hears the click of Sammy’s door closing just as he’s drifting off. Soft footsteps that hit every creaky floorboard.
“Oh, Sammy, you made another mess. You know what happens when you do that.”
Sam’s soft crying lulls him to sleep while Dean takes care of his little brother. The squeak of the bed springs wasn’t half so loud now.