Fill: What a Way to Wake Up, Dean and Sam, surprise!mpreg, Dean swears a little, PG
Dean blearily blinked open his eyes, yawning. He was surprised to find himself sleeping on his side--usually he was on his back or belly. He started to roll over to sit up and let out a little huff when he barely moved. Why did he suddenly feel so heavy?
With a grunt and lots of effort, he managed to sit up against the headboard, but then his jaw dropped when he saw the reason why it had been so difficult--his stomach was massively distended, so much so that he couldn’t even see his bellybutton anymore!
He started to feel lightheaded and realized it was that giant belly putting pressure on his lungs. With a bit of wiggling, he managed to move his legs as far apart as he could get them, letting the impressive bulge settle between them, relieving the issue a bit.
Dean was sure his straining abdomen extended well beyond his knees. He pressed both hands to either side of his belly and pressed inward. Like an overinflated beach ball, there was very little give.
He suspected he knew what might be going on, and it was confirmed when he felt movement beneath the taut skin on both sides at the same time! He let out a startled gasp loud enough to rouse Sam.
“Dean!” his brother gawked. “Holy crap! I thought you said you didn’t touch it!”
“I didn’t!” Dean insisted. “I’m not an idiot!”
They’d come to town to collect a cursed fertility idol after reading an article about how the museum that had just put it on display’s entire female staff had given birth the day after the exhibit opened, along with every woman that had come to see it. All had insisted they had no idea they were even pregnant, and none had looked it the day before.
Dean should have been safe because hey, guy! Unless... The hex box was currently stored under his bed.
“Check the hex box, Sammy!”
Sam had insisted on trying his hand at making a hex box himself with the help of some texts he’d found on the subject. He examined the box carefully and cursed.
“I’m sorry, Dean!”
“What?”
Sam hastily found a piece of chalk and corrected the wards as he answered. “I accidentally amplified it and focused it directly above the box...”
“Son of a bitch!” Amplified? Dean wondered just how many kids were in there! Well, there was no helping it now. The occupants of his new, crowded womb wriggled and his stomach growled fiercely. “Make it up to me with some pie.” A tiny stray limb socked one of his kidneys. “Lots of pie!”
Dean blearily blinked open his eyes, yawning. He was surprised to find himself sleeping on his side--usually he was on his back or belly. He started to roll over to sit up and let out a little huff when he barely moved. Why did he suddenly feel so heavy?
With a grunt and lots of effort, he managed to sit up against the headboard, but then his jaw dropped when he saw the reason why it had been so difficult--his stomach was massively distended, so much so that he couldn’t even see his bellybutton anymore!
He started to feel lightheaded and realized it was that giant belly putting pressure on his lungs. With a bit of wiggling, he managed to move his legs as far apart as he could get them, letting the impressive bulge settle between them, relieving the issue a bit.
Dean was sure his straining abdomen extended well beyond his knees. He pressed both hands to either side of his belly and pressed inward. Like an overinflated beach ball, there was very little give.
He suspected he knew what might be going on, and it was confirmed when he felt movement beneath the taut skin on both sides at the same time! He let out a startled gasp loud enough to rouse Sam.
“Dean!” his brother gawked. “Holy crap! I thought you said you didn’t touch it!”
“I didn’t!” Dean insisted. “I’m not an idiot!”
They’d come to town to collect a cursed fertility idol after reading an article about how the museum that had just put it on display’s entire female staff had given birth the day after the exhibit opened, along with every woman that had come to see it. All had insisted they had no idea they were even pregnant, and none had looked it the day before.
Dean should have been safe because hey, guy! Unless... The hex box was currently stored under his bed.
“Check the hex box, Sammy!”
Sam had insisted on trying his hand at making a hex box himself with the help of some texts he’d found on the subject. He examined the box carefully and cursed.
“I’m sorry, Dean!”
“What?”
Sam hastily found a piece of chalk and corrected the wards as he answered. “I accidentally amplified it and focused it directly above the box...”
“Son of a bitch!” Amplified? Dean wondered just how many kids were in there! Well, there was no helping it now. The occupants of his new, crowded womb wriggled and his stomach growled fiercely. “Make it up to me with some pie.” A tiny stray limb socked one of his kidneys. “Lots of pie!”
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