Fic: Not What Was Expected
Title: Not What Was Expected
Rating:R
Prompt:Attacked By Creature
Warnings:Non-graphic sex, mpreg
Summary:Adapted from a prompt at spnkink_memeAngels are actually created the old fashioned way. They keep a few angels set aside for breeding, uncorrupted by the outside world and match them up with humans. Dean wasn't about to refuse when he was selected - all he wanted was for his little brother to not be sick anymore. Really, his freedom was a small price to pay. He just wasn't sure of what he was getting into - until it was too late to turn back.
Being selected to be breeder for the angels was a little like winning the lottery. Dean knew full well that most humans who were selected were never returned to their families, but given what those families got in return? Dean wasn't about to refuse. Ever since his mom died in a horrible car accident when he was six, things had been rough for their family. Dad had done his best to raise his two boys - and things might have been fine and good - and then Sammy got sick a few months ago. Really sick. Going with the angels meant Sam would get better, most likely completely cured, his brother could get an excellent education and maybe, just maybe, his dad could open up that mechanic/snowplow business he always dreamed of.
After they took him from his family, the first thing that happened was he was cleaned more thoroughly than he ever thought possible. His hair was shampooed, a lot of excess body hair was removed - mostly from his legs and underarms - and that had hurt like all get out - he'd been trimmed, and polished and basically scrubbed down until he was pink and new. They hadn't stopped with his skin and hair - they'd gone on to do the same to his teeth - he'd spat out several fillings as the tiny bones mended themselves - and even that little crooked patch righted itself. When all was said and done, he was completely spotless.
Dean barely recognized himself in the mirror as he waited to be taken down the corridor of whatever building he was in and to the angel to whom he'd been assigned. The tunic he was adorned in was light and yet, extremely warm at the same time. The color reminded him of white wine, with a thick green stripe along the hem. He wore no underwear and the garment hung off of him, leaving space for his stomach to grow once he was pregnant. He didn't even know how he was supposed to have a baby when he had guy parts, no girl - that wasn't exactly something that was mentioned when you were selected for this. He rested his arms on his legs, looking down at his feet - the angels had even buffed and shined his toenails - like he was a freakin' girl.
The door to the room opened and he slowly raised his head.
“It's time.” The angel beckoned him over.
Dean took a deep breath and rose to head over to the angel, doing his best to remain calm. Calm was probably a good thing at this point. He glanced at the angel before going out into the hallway. “Is - what about my family?”
“They are well.” The angel gave him a rather compassionate look. “Your brother has completely recovered from his illness and should be caught up health and development wise with other boys his age before the year is out.” He reached out and brushed a lock of Dean's hair into place. “When it is possible, you will be given access to a viewing orb to see your family.”
Dean nodded and followed the angel down the hall that seemed endless. They turned several times, went up stairs and down them, and he was certain he would never find his way back to the room where he had been told to wait, if he was ever going to go back there. At long last, they came to a corridor that had several sets of double doors. The doors looked massive even from far away, so if he were to guess, Dean would think they were close to twenty feet tall.
“Almost there.” The angel, who still hadn't addressed him by name pulled a long cloth out of his pocket and tied it around Dean's eyes.
“Wait... what's this for?” He made a movement to pull it down and found his wrist caught in a tight grip.
“This is for your own protection. Sometimes angels will come out of these doors in true form - I do not think you wish to be blinded.”
“Yeah...” Dean felt the angel take his hand and lead him a few steps forward and then, a door swung open.
“Castiel?” The angel gave Dean a small nudge in the back and he stepped into a room that felt several degrees warmer than the hallway.
“He is quite young.” The voice sounded high above him - and massive. Dean swallowed hard. What had he gotten himself into?
“He was selected specifically for you, Castiel.” The angel let go of Dean and he supposed that the angel was now back in the hallway, leaving him alone with this Castiel - wherever he was.
“I know.” There was a rushing sound and then Dean had the feeling that Castiel was standing behind him. “We will be fine.”
“Understood.” There was the sound of the door closing - and then the lock clicked into place.
“I... what's going on?” Dean reached up to pull off his blindfold.
“Leave that on.” Castiel's voice was more in his mind than his ear. “Dean.”
“What... why can't I take it off?” He felt a warm breeze brush past him.
“I'm currently in my true form - and it can be a little - overwhelming to humans.” The breeze sounded like a sigh. “You can relax, Dean, I'm not going to hurt you.”
“Well, can you blame me for being nervous?” He shifted from being on his feet to crouching on the floor, surprised when his hand made contact with something soft a few inches from him. “What is...” He set his other hand down and realized there was a soft mattress on the floor. “Weird...” He sat up on his knees as he felt the warmth suddenly move closer and he had the feeling that Castiel was right behind him. A faint hint of light edged around the sides of the blindfold and he swallowed. “This not being able to see is starting to freak me out.”
“Then I suppose I won't delay any further.” For the first time, Castiel's voice seemed a lot more physical than it did mental and the warm feeling in the room increased tenfold.
Underneath the blindfold, Dean shut his eyes as the light increased, rendering the cloth almost useless, he felt, or something more was happening. With the increase of light came an increase of heat. It whirled around the room and then washed over him with the strength of a waterfall, but with the softness of silk. Heat spread down his entire body, filling him and Dean had the feeling he was floating in the air as he felt his garment vanish or fall away, he couldn't say which. The warm sensation settled mainly in his stomach and he let out a soft gasp as something moved inside of him, his insides were changing somehow and he couldn't think what could be happening.
“I need a place to plant my children, Dean...” A brush against the back his head. “If you were a female, I wouldn't need to do this - but this is what I must do in order to sire my young upon you.”
He nodded weakly. “It sort... sort of tickles.” He let out a breathy laugh and then something sparked through him and he went rigid.
“It's all right, Dean.” Castiel's voice was now much more earthly and Dean became aware of something soft against his back - he was lying down somewhere in the room - most likely on the mattress he'd found on the floor. The light had faded and he felt skin brush against his.
“I'm still nervous.” He reached up blindly and his hand swept through a patch of soft hair.
“I understand.” The angel spoke against his ear. “You do know that you will most likely never return to your family, yes?”
“I know.” Dean's arm fell to the side and he felt two hands push his thighs apart. “Will - is this going to hurt?”
“Tell me.” There was a brush of skin against his and a sensation spiked through Dean - hot, swift and wickedly good. “Did that hurt?”
“No...” He was shocked that something could feel that good. He gasped again as the feeling repeated itself. “How, exactly...”
“Sweet boy.” Castiel's voice had a touch of laughter in it. “You have so much to learn.”
Dean swallowed as the pleasure went through him again, this time, however - it felt thicker inside of him, fuller. “It feels so...” His voice came out breathy as the angel kept breeding him. “Filling.”
“I suppose it is.” Castiel let out a groan and Dean felt his leg being lifted to be draped over the angel's hip. “You feel good Dean.” There was a rustle and then Dean felt the angel lying flush with his body. “You were destined for this, you had to have been.”
He moaned in reply, heat suddenly spreading through his stomach like it had before. “Why can't I see you yet?”
“Soon, Dean.” The angel's arms snaked under his body, holding onto his shoulders. “I'll take your blindfold off soon.”
“Am I...” He gasped as he felt his pleasure increase tenfold. “Always gonna.. be...”
“It's too dangerous otherwise.” Castiel groaned. “In the beginning, at least.”
“Wha...” Dean's question was cut off as heat and pleasure slammed into his body and the room was suddenly full of light again. He let out a strangled sound as the angel's cock - what else could it be? - swelled inside of him to the point where Dean was certain it would break his hips - and then wave after wave of the angel's seed poured into him and then he knew no more.
*
Dean awoke, dressed, cleaned and his blindfold was gone. He sat up, looking around the room. He was lying in a circular bed, the only other furniture was a dresser and a table and chairs. What caught his attention was the tray of food lying on the table. Looking around and finding no one - he stood and walked shakily across the room. He wasn't certain how long he had slept, something told him it was several hours. The tray had soup and sandwiches, and the mere thought of food made his stomach growl. He sat down to eat. He was so engrossed in eating that he didn't hear the door open and was startled when a dark haired young man sat down in the other chair. “What the?”
“You go on and eat, Dean.” The man smiled. “You need to eat.”
Dean gaped at the man. “You're Castiel?”
“Yes.” the angel sat back in his chair and smiled. “You're rather quick.”
“Er... is that a compliment?” Dean turned his attention to his soup.
“Yes.” Castiel picked up a sandwich of his own. “You've slept almost eighteen hours.”
“Eighteen hours?” Dean balked. “No wonder I'm hungry...” He frowned. “Were you here the entire time?”
“Most of it.” The angel replied. “I suspect you have a lot of questions.”
“Can you blame me?” Dean shrugged. “I... I know I'm never going to get to go home, am I?”
“You are home Dean.” The angel said, rather plainly. “You will be with your family again someday.”
“That's confusing.” He put his spoon down. “I have a home, it's not this one.”
“This your home now, I thought you understood that.” Castiel's eyes grew soft. “I know it is hard to accept it.”
“I don't think of this place as home.” Dean's appetite left him and he sat back in his chair, folding his arms.
“I can't pretend that I understand.” The angel sighed. “This is the only home I've ever known.”
“What, this room?” He leaned back in his chair, observing his companion.
“No, Heaven. I've only been to Earth a handful of times.” Castiel pushed a basket towards Dean. “Bread?”
Dean reluctantly reached over and pulled a slice of white bread out from under the folds. When he bit into it, he was surprised. It tasted incredible - fresh, hot and while he'd not put any on it, the taste of rich butter accompanied that of wheat. “This is good.”
“I'm glad you like it.” The angel smiled and took a slice for himself.
*
Dean was the one-hundred and thirty-fourth human Castiel had been given for breeding purposes. The humans never knew how long the periods went on - and their souls were all released into Heavens of their own shaping. Castiel knew he had been chosen as a sire of new angels from his garrison due to his own strong bloodlines - all of his sons and daughters were fierce warriors, like his own sire.
Right now, the angel was content to sit, overlooking a massive ocean from a cliff far above the breaking waves. His newest mate curled up in his arms, a blanket around the both of them. He sighed, resting his head on Dean's head. “You're not cold, are you?”
“I'm fine.” Dean's voice was sleepy, not surprising - it often did. “This is - what are we looking at, exactly?”
Castiel smiled and kissed the top of the boy's head. “We're looking out at the Atlantic Ocean - as seen from a cliff in northern Newfoundland, Canada.”
“Are we actually there, or is this some kind of a projection?” Dean snuggled against him, sighing happily.
“It's a projection.” The angel's hand spread out on the human's distended belly, smiling at the movement underneath. A set of twins - the first he'd ever sired, were flourishing in his mate's womb.
He might just consider keeping Dean for as long as allowed.
Rating:R
Prompt:Attacked By Creature
Warnings:Non-graphic sex, mpreg
Summary:Adapted from a prompt at spnkink_memeAngels are actually created the old fashioned way. They keep a few angels set aside for breeding, uncorrupted by the outside world and match them up with humans. Dean wasn't about to refuse when he was selected - all he wanted was for his little brother to not be sick anymore. Really, his freedom was a small price to pay. He just wasn't sure of what he was getting into - until it was too late to turn back.
Being selected to be breeder for the angels was a little like winning the lottery. Dean knew full well that most humans who were selected were never returned to their families, but given what those families got in return? Dean wasn't about to refuse. Ever since his mom died in a horrible car accident when he was six, things had been rough for their family. Dad had done his best to raise his two boys - and things might have been fine and good - and then Sammy got sick a few months ago. Really sick. Going with the angels meant Sam would get better, most likely completely cured, his brother could get an excellent education and maybe, just maybe, his dad could open up that mechanic/snowplow business he always dreamed of.
After they took him from his family, the first thing that happened was he was cleaned more thoroughly than he ever thought possible. His hair was shampooed, a lot of excess body hair was removed - mostly from his legs and underarms - and that had hurt like all get out - he'd been trimmed, and polished and basically scrubbed down until he was pink and new. They hadn't stopped with his skin and hair - they'd gone on to do the same to his teeth - he'd spat out several fillings as the tiny bones mended themselves - and even that little crooked patch righted itself. When all was said and done, he was completely spotless.
Dean barely recognized himself in the mirror as he waited to be taken down the corridor of whatever building he was in and to the angel to whom he'd been assigned. The tunic he was adorned in was light and yet, extremely warm at the same time. The color reminded him of white wine, with a thick green stripe along the hem. He wore no underwear and the garment hung off of him, leaving space for his stomach to grow once he was pregnant. He didn't even know how he was supposed to have a baby when he had guy parts, no girl - that wasn't exactly something that was mentioned when you were selected for this. He rested his arms on his legs, looking down at his feet - the angels had even buffed and shined his toenails - like he was a freakin' girl.
The door to the room opened and he slowly raised his head.
“It's time.” The angel beckoned him over.
Dean took a deep breath and rose to head over to the angel, doing his best to remain calm. Calm was probably a good thing at this point. He glanced at the angel before going out into the hallway. “Is - what about my family?”
“They are well.” The angel gave him a rather compassionate look. “Your brother has completely recovered from his illness and should be caught up health and development wise with other boys his age before the year is out.” He reached out and brushed a lock of Dean's hair into place. “When it is possible, you will be given access to a viewing orb to see your family.”
Dean nodded and followed the angel down the hall that seemed endless. They turned several times, went up stairs and down them, and he was certain he would never find his way back to the room where he had been told to wait, if he was ever going to go back there. At long last, they came to a corridor that had several sets of double doors. The doors looked massive even from far away, so if he were to guess, Dean would think they were close to twenty feet tall.
“Almost there.” The angel, who still hadn't addressed him by name pulled a long cloth out of his pocket and tied it around Dean's eyes.
“Wait... what's this for?” He made a movement to pull it down and found his wrist caught in a tight grip.
“This is for your own protection. Sometimes angels will come out of these doors in true form - I do not think you wish to be blinded.”
“Yeah...” Dean felt the angel take his hand and lead him a few steps forward and then, a door swung open.
“Castiel?” The angel gave Dean a small nudge in the back and he stepped into a room that felt several degrees warmer than the hallway.
“He is quite young.” The voice sounded high above him - and massive. Dean swallowed hard. What had he gotten himself into?
“He was selected specifically for you, Castiel.” The angel let go of Dean and he supposed that the angel was now back in the hallway, leaving him alone with this Castiel - wherever he was.
“I know.” There was a rushing sound and then Dean had the feeling that Castiel was standing behind him. “We will be fine.”
“Understood.” There was the sound of the door closing - and then the lock clicked into place.
“I... what's going on?” Dean reached up to pull off his blindfold.
“Leave that on.” Castiel's voice was more in his mind than his ear. “Dean.”
“What... why can't I take it off?” He felt a warm breeze brush past him.
“I'm currently in my true form - and it can be a little - overwhelming to humans.” The breeze sounded like a sigh. “You can relax, Dean, I'm not going to hurt you.”
“Well, can you blame me for being nervous?” He shifted from being on his feet to crouching on the floor, surprised when his hand made contact with something soft a few inches from him. “What is...” He set his other hand down and realized there was a soft mattress on the floor. “Weird...” He sat up on his knees as he felt the warmth suddenly move closer and he had the feeling that Castiel was right behind him. A faint hint of light edged around the sides of the blindfold and he swallowed. “This not being able to see is starting to freak me out.”
“Then I suppose I won't delay any further.” For the first time, Castiel's voice seemed a lot more physical than it did mental and the warm feeling in the room increased tenfold.
Underneath the blindfold, Dean shut his eyes as the light increased, rendering the cloth almost useless, he felt, or something more was happening. With the increase of light came an increase of heat. It whirled around the room and then washed over him with the strength of a waterfall, but with the softness of silk. Heat spread down his entire body, filling him and Dean had the feeling he was floating in the air as he felt his garment vanish or fall away, he couldn't say which. The warm sensation settled mainly in his stomach and he let out a soft gasp as something moved inside of him, his insides were changing somehow and he couldn't think what could be happening.
“I need a place to plant my children, Dean...” A brush against the back his head. “If you were a female, I wouldn't need to do this - but this is what I must do in order to sire my young upon you.”
He nodded weakly. “It sort... sort of tickles.” He let out a breathy laugh and then something sparked through him and he went rigid.
“It's all right, Dean.” Castiel's voice was now much more earthly and Dean became aware of something soft against his back - he was lying down somewhere in the room - most likely on the mattress he'd found on the floor. The light had faded and he felt skin brush against his.
“I'm still nervous.” He reached up blindly and his hand swept through a patch of soft hair.
“I understand.” The angel spoke against his ear. “You do know that you will most likely never return to your family, yes?”
“I know.” Dean's arm fell to the side and he felt two hands push his thighs apart. “Will - is this going to hurt?”
“Tell me.” There was a brush of skin against his and a sensation spiked through Dean - hot, swift and wickedly good. “Did that hurt?”
“No...” He was shocked that something could feel that good. He gasped again as the feeling repeated itself. “How, exactly...”
“Sweet boy.” Castiel's voice had a touch of laughter in it. “You have so much to learn.”
Dean swallowed as the pleasure went through him again, this time, however - it felt thicker inside of him, fuller. “It feels so...” His voice came out breathy as the angel kept breeding him. “Filling.”
“I suppose it is.” Castiel let out a groan and Dean felt his leg being lifted to be draped over the angel's hip. “You feel good Dean.” There was a rustle and then Dean felt the angel lying flush with his body. “You were destined for this, you had to have been.”
He moaned in reply, heat suddenly spreading through his stomach like it had before. “Why can't I see you yet?”
“Soon, Dean.” The angel's arms snaked under his body, holding onto his shoulders. “I'll take your blindfold off soon.”
“Am I...” He gasped as he felt his pleasure increase tenfold. “Always gonna.. be...”
“It's too dangerous otherwise.” Castiel groaned. “In the beginning, at least.”
“Wha...” Dean's question was cut off as heat and pleasure slammed into his body and the room was suddenly full of light again. He let out a strangled sound as the angel's cock - what else could it be? - swelled inside of him to the point where Dean was certain it would break his hips - and then wave after wave of the angel's seed poured into him and then he knew no more.
*
Dean awoke, dressed, cleaned and his blindfold was gone. He sat up, looking around the room. He was lying in a circular bed, the only other furniture was a dresser and a table and chairs. What caught his attention was the tray of food lying on the table. Looking around and finding no one - he stood and walked shakily across the room. He wasn't certain how long he had slept, something told him it was several hours. The tray had soup and sandwiches, and the mere thought of food made his stomach growl. He sat down to eat. He was so engrossed in eating that he didn't hear the door open and was startled when a dark haired young man sat down in the other chair. “What the?”
“You go on and eat, Dean.” The man smiled. “You need to eat.”
Dean gaped at the man. “You're Castiel?”
“Yes.” the angel sat back in his chair and smiled. “You're rather quick.”
“Er... is that a compliment?” Dean turned his attention to his soup.
“Yes.” Castiel picked up a sandwich of his own. “You've slept almost eighteen hours.”
“Eighteen hours?” Dean balked. “No wonder I'm hungry...” He frowned. “Were you here the entire time?”
“Most of it.” The angel replied. “I suspect you have a lot of questions.”
“Can you blame me?” Dean shrugged. “I... I know I'm never going to get to go home, am I?”
“You are home Dean.” The angel said, rather plainly. “You will be with your family again someday.”
“That's confusing.” He put his spoon down. “I have a home, it's not this one.”
“This your home now, I thought you understood that.” Castiel's eyes grew soft. “I know it is hard to accept it.”
“I don't think of this place as home.” Dean's appetite left him and he sat back in his chair, folding his arms.
“I can't pretend that I understand.” The angel sighed. “This is the only home I've ever known.”
“What, this room?” He leaned back in his chair, observing his companion.
“No, Heaven. I've only been to Earth a handful of times.” Castiel pushed a basket towards Dean. “Bread?”
Dean reluctantly reached over and pulled a slice of white bread out from under the folds. When he bit into it, he was surprised. It tasted incredible - fresh, hot and while he'd not put any on it, the taste of rich butter accompanied that of wheat. “This is good.”
“I'm glad you like it.” The angel smiled and took a slice for himself.
*
Dean was the one-hundred and thirty-fourth human Castiel had been given for breeding purposes. The humans never knew how long the periods went on - and their souls were all released into Heavens of their own shaping. Castiel knew he had been chosen as a sire of new angels from his garrison due to his own strong bloodlines - all of his sons and daughters were fierce warriors, like his own sire.
Right now, the angel was content to sit, overlooking a massive ocean from a cliff far above the breaking waves. His newest mate curled up in his arms, a blanket around the both of them. He sighed, resting his head on Dean's head. “You're not cold, are you?”
“I'm fine.” Dean's voice was sleepy, not surprising - it often did. “This is - what are we looking at, exactly?”
Castiel smiled and kissed the top of the boy's head. “We're looking out at the Atlantic Ocean - as seen from a cliff in northern Newfoundland, Canada.”
“Are we actually there, or is this some kind of a projection?” Dean snuggled against him, sighing happily.
“It's a projection.” The angel's hand spread out on the human's distended belly, smiling at the movement underneath. A set of twins - the first he'd ever sired, were flourishing in his mate's womb.
He might just consider keeping Dean for as long as allowed.