More Than Fiction 6/?
title: More Than Fiction (6/?)
characters: Sam, Dean, Becky, Chuck
pairing(s): gen (with sides of implied wincest)
warnings: mpreg
rating: PG-13
notes: Ha, I realized a major continuity error in this, so fixed it. Hopefully you guys didn't notice. Derp.
"Gah, thought we told her no more brother-lovin' in those damn stories," Dean grunted.
"Yeah, not that kind anyway," Sam sighed, sounding a little more unamused. "But you know...
it might not have even been her. There's a butt-load of authors on that site, writing
all sorts of stuff."
"So Gabe's just mixing and matching pieces of other stories. Great. No point in talking
to Becky then."
"Well, it might've helped a little. We'll have to see. That still doesn't mean this sort of thing
won't happen with all those other fics by other writers floating around." Sam rubbed his
forehead and exhaled roughly.
"Alright, I'm done bitching then. Nothing we say or do seems to fix anything. I'm just
fucking sick of my every move being written by some geek in front of a laptop."
At that, Sam glared over the top of his computer screen and closed it shut. He diverted
his attention to Dean's stomach, which seemed to have grown more already. It was almost
as if it was ballooning faster and faster as the days passed, making Dean carry himself
with a more careful, steadier, heavy pace.
Then again, Sam had never watched a pregnancy progress second-hand from the very beginning.
Maybe it was just a normal pace.
"What's up?" Sam asked, watching Dean eye his own belly as it rose and fell slowly with
breath.
"Still hungry," Dean muttered.
"Then get something else to eat."
The fact was, they were at a Starbucks (it was the only place nearby with free wifi for
Sam's laptop) and the only food available was scones, brick-like biscotti, and some rather
undesirable-looking lemon loaf. The other fact was that in order to attempt to quell his
hunger, Dean had plowed through a bag of five scones and the one last muffin. It seemed
like a lot in one sitting to eat, but apparently it wasn't enough to satisfy a growing
baby Winchesters. Dean had gotten that weird feeling again of embarrassment from eating for two (er, three
since finding out he apparently had twins),
but he tried to brush it off.
"Eh... I dunno..." Dean sighed, trying to sound less hormonal and, well, pregnant. "I'm
kinda full but... it's like the babies're still hungry. Know what I mean?"
Sam gave him a blatant "WTF" look. "Uh, no dude. Can't say I know how that feels."
Dean shook his head, pulling at the hem of his tight-pressing shirt, bunching it up
with his fingers.
Sam spotted something and gave a small smile.
"What?"
"Heh..." Sam just chuckled in a low tone. He poked a finger to the bit of skin showing from
under Dean's shirt. "Dude, that's a big stretch mark."
Dean immediately dropped the hem and tried smoothing it out, though his belly had stretched
and bulged the shirt too much for it to make a difference. He flicked Sam's finger away.
"Hey, back off, dick."
Sam just continued to laugh warmly (but still in an annoying little brother kind of way
at the same time). "Come on, you wanna go eat somewhere else? I can tell you do."
Dean planted a hand firmly over the center of his full belly and felt around. "Yeah... the
kids want steak. Let's get."
Sam rolled his eyes. He'd have to teach the kids to eventually develop a taste for vegetables.
* * * *
"Dean woke up to a warm feeling sitting on his thickened thighs. Slowly opening his eyes,
he purred with contentment at the sight of Sam straddling his lap, leaving enough space
between them for Dean's hugely rotund belly.
"'Hey sleepyhead, guess what?' Sam murmured.
"'What?' Dean groaned.
"'I got you some breakfast...' Sam reached across the bed and returned with a muffin, teasingly
bringing it to Dean's lips. 'Our babies gotta eat.' He nuzzled his nose against his brother's
belly and kissed it."
That was the end of part one... Done and posted.
Becky, against her usual interest, had hoped the regulars on her site would take it easy
with the story posts, but she hadn't checked the more recent ones.
Not like that would've really stopped anything from happening...
* * * *
"Dean. Dean!" Sam paused for a moment and just stared at his brother, sprawled out on the bed,
half-tangled in the sheets, belly sticking up and bulging from his sleeping breaths. "Dean,
wake up, I got breakfast!"
Dean grunted tiredly and writhed around, refusing to open his eyes. Sam was getting impatient
with this.
He grabbed a muffin from the paper bag on the table and headed over to the bedside. "Dean...
Hey, those kids need to eat. Wake up." He held the muffin in front of his brother's nose,
hoping the scent would help.
"Mmmmfff..." Dean shook his head against the pillow and flailed a bit, almost smacking Sam's
arm. "Wha-- Huh..."
"Breakfast. Come on." Sam softly patted Dean's tummy. "You too."
"Come on, don't do that," Dean protested groggily after some yawning, "they'll be wormin'
around all morning." He heaved himself up into a sitting position, feeling his heavy
belly slide over his lap, solid and thick. That never stopped feeling kind of strange.
He dragged his fingers over his stomach in a reflexive motion. "What're you in a hurry for
anyway?"
"Found a lead for a possible case in town."
Dean tilted his head, looking inquisitively at Sam. "And?"
"We should just hurry up and get on it." Sam seemed to fidget.
"Nah, nah, there's something else. What is it, Sam?"
"Well, I've been keeping track of that site--"
"You've been reading that crappy fanfiction?"
"--and I just think it's best we get out for the day before something happens." Sam's
expression twitched unpleasantly.
"Like what? What did you read?"
But of course, just as well-timed as anything, the door knocked.
Dean hopped out of bed (though somewhat slowly) and Sam rubbed a palm over his eyes before
opening the door.
"Hi guys," Chuck chirped, smiling uneasily as always, keeping his hands in his pockets.
"Guys!" Becky squealed, slipping out from behind Chuck in a big, excited gesture. Did that
girl ever not look highly caffeinated?
"Um, what are you guys doing here?" Dean looked from the two of them at the door to Sam.
Sam just hung his head, apparently already having an idea of what it was all about.
"Well, Chuck and I thought the least we could do was give you guys your own little baby
shower!" Becky reached behind her and hauled forward two huge bags of assorted baby items.
Lots of fuzzy pink and blue...
"It was mostly Becky's idea, but I thought I'd tag along."
"Yeah, I bet..." Dean muttered, not quite sure how to feel. He glanced at Sam again, who
just furrowed his brows with an "I told you so" kind of look. "Alright, come on in," he sighed,
opening the door wider.
This just kept getting better and better.
characters: Sam, Dean, Becky, Chuck
pairing(s): gen (with sides of implied wincest)
warnings: mpreg
rating: PG-13
notes: Ha, I realized a major continuity error in this, so fixed it. Hopefully you guys didn't notice. Derp.
"Gah, thought we told her no more brother-lovin' in those damn stories," Dean grunted.
"Yeah, not that kind anyway," Sam sighed, sounding a little more unamused. "But you know...
it might not have even been her. There's a butt-load of authors on that site, writing
all sorts of stuff."
"So Gabe's just mixing and matching pieces of other stories. Great. No point in talking
to Becky then."
"Well, it might've helped a little. We'll have to see. That still doesn't mean this sort of thing
won't happen with all those other fics by other writers floating around." Sam rubbed his
forehead and exhaled roughly.
"Alright, I'm done bitching then. Nothing we say or do seems to fix anything. I'm just
fucking sick of my every move being written by some geek in front of a laptop."
At that, Sam glared over the top of his computer screen and closed it shut. He diverted
his attention to Dean's stomach, which seemed to have grown more already. It was almost
as if it was ballooning faster and faster as the days passed, making Dean carry himself
with a more careful, steadier, heavy pace.
Then again, Sam had never watched a pregnancy progress second-hand from the very beginning.
Maybe it was just a normal pace.
"What's up?" Sam asked, watching Dean eye his own belly as it rose and fell slowly with
breath.
"Still hungry," Dean muttered.
"Then get something else to eat."
The fact was, they were at a Starbucks (it was the only place nearby with free wifi for
Sam's laptop) and the only food available was scones, brick-like biscotti, and some rather
undesirable-looking lemon loaf. The other fact was that in order to attempt to quell his
hunger, Dean had plowed through a bag of five scones and the one last muffin. It seemed
like a lot in one sitting to eat, but apparently it wasn't enough to satisfy a growing
baby Winchesters. Dean had gotten that weird feeling again of embarrassment from eating for two (er, three
since finding out he apparently had twins),
but he tried to brush it off.
"Eh... I dunno..." Dean sighed, trying to sound less hormonal and, well, pregnant. "I'm
kinda full but... it's like the babies're still hungry. Know what I mean?"
Sam gave him a blatant "WTF" look. "Uh, no dude. Can't say I know how that feels."
Dean shook his head, pulling at the hem of his tight-pressing shirt, bunching it up
with his fingers.
Sam spotted something and gave a small smile.
"What?"
"Heh..." Sam just chuckled in a low tone. He poked a finger to the bit of skin showing from
under Dean's shirt. "Dude, that's a big stretch mark."
Dean immediately dropped the hem and tried smoothing it out, though his belly had stretched
and bulged the shirt too much for it to make a difference. He flicked Sam's finger away.
"Hey, back off, dick."
Sam just continued to laugh warmly (but still in an annoying little brother kind of way
at the same time). "Come on, you wanna go eat somewhere else? I can tell you do."
Dean planted a hand firmly over the center of his full belly and felt around. "Yeah... the
kids want steak. Let's get."
Sam rolled his eyes. He'd have to teach the kids to eventually develop a taste for vegetables.
* * * *
"Dean woke up to a warm feeling sitting on his thickened thighs. Slowly opening his eyes,
he purred with contentment at the sight of Sam straddling his lap, leaving enough space
between them for Dean's hugely rotund belly.
"'Hey sleepyhead, guess what?' Sam murmured.
"'What?' Dean groaned.
"'I got you some breakfast...' Sam reached across the bed and returned with a muffin, teasingly
bringing it to Dean's lips. 'Our babies gotta eat.' He nuzzled his nose against his brother's
belly and kissed it."
That was the end of part one... Done and posted.
Becky, against her usual interest, had hoped the regulars on her site would take it easy
with the story posts, but she hadn't checked the more recent ones.
Not like that would've really stopped anything from happening...
* * * *
"Dean. Dean!" Sam paused for a moment and just stared at his brother, sprawled out on the bed,
half-tangled in the sheets, belly sticking up and bulging from his sleeping breaths. "Dean,
wake up, I got breakfast!"
Dean grunted tiredly and writhed around, refusing to open his eyes. Sam was getting impatient
with this.
He grabbed a muffin from the paper bag on the table and headed over to the bedside. "Dean...
Hey, those kids need to eat. Wake up." He held the muffin in front of his brother's nose,
hoping the scent would help.
"Mmmmfff..." Dean shook his head against the pillow and flailed a bit, almost smacking Sam's
arm. "Wha-- Huh..."
"Breakfast. Come on." Sam softly patted Dean's tummy. "You too."
"Come on, don't do that," Dean protested groggily after some yawning, "they'll be wormin'
around all morning." He heaved himself up into a sitting position, feeling his heavy
belly slide over his lap, solid and thick. That never stopped feeling kind of strange.
He dragged his fingers over his stomach in a reflexive motion. "What're you in a hurry for
anyway?"
"Found a lead for a possible case in town."
Dean tilted his head, looking inquisitively at Sam. "And?"
"We should just hurry up and get on it." Sam seemed to fidget.
"Nah, nah, there's something else. What is it, Sam?"
"Well, I've been keeping track of that site--"
"You've been reading that crappy fanfiction?"
"--and I just think it's best we get out for the day before something happens." Sam's
expression twitched unpleasantly.
"Like what? What did you read?"
But of course, just as well-timed as anything, the door knocked.
Dean hopped out of bed (though somewhat slowly) and Sam rubbed a palm over his eyes before
opening the door.
"Hi guys," Chuck chirped, smiling uneasily as always, keeping his hands in his pockets.
"Guys!" Becky squealed, slipping out from behind Chuck in a big, excited gesture. Did that
girl ever not look highly caffeinated?
"Um, what are you guys doing here?" Dean looked from the two of them at the door to Sam.
Sam just hung his head, apparently already having an idea of what it was all about.
"Well, Chuck and I thought the least we could do was give you guys your own little baby
shower!" Becky reached behind her and hauled forward two huge bags of assorted baby items.
Lots of fuzzy pink and blue...
"It was mostly Becky's idea, but I thought I'd tag along."
"Yeah, I bet..." Dean muttered, not quite sure how to feel. He glanced at Sam again, who
just furrowed his brows with an "I told you so" kind of look. "Alright, come on in," he sighed,
opening the door wider.
This just kept getting better and better.