Brotherly Love Ch. 8
The sound of my boots slamming into the concrete seemed about as loud as a shotgun going off at close range-to me, at least. It had gotten deathly quiet after Sarah screamed, and there was just no way that could be a good sign. I patted at all the usual places that I kept weapons, running as fast as I could to force blood back to other parts of my body, and swore under my breath when I didn't find anything. No knives, no guns-jeez, it'd been years since I'd screwed up like this on a hunt.
I skidded to a halt as soon as I reached the laundry room. With my hands clenched into fists that probably wouldn't do me any good at all against a demon, I took stock of the situation. Sarah was crouched in the very center of the salt circle, which was, thank God, still intact. She was shaking, knees pulled to her chest and arms wrapped around her legs. Despite everything she'd done and how much she'd screwed up Sam and I's lives, I couldn't stop myself from feeling sorry for her. She just looked so pathetic.
There was another woman in the room, standing right outside the circle of salt. She wore high-heeled leather boots, jeans so tight that they might have been painted on, and a tank top with straps that were barely even visible. She had a body fantastic enough to make the outfit work, along with a wild mane of dark hair and black eyes. Literally, solid-black eyes. Demon. Apparently one that liked to show off, too.
Every weapon I had dug out of the back of the Impala in order to fight this thing was in my duffel bag. My duffel bag was on the opposite side of the room. The demon stood between me and it.
Well. Shit.
"Finally, a Winchester!" the demon exclaimed, noticing me. Her voice-or, the voice of her meatsuit, at least-was a throaty purr that, normally, would have had my skin crawling with the need for her to touch me. But I didn't react to her, and my mind stayed clear. So...maybe there was an upside to being attracted to Sam... "Took you long enough to show up. What, were you too busy banging your brother?"
I gritted my teeth, but shot her a winning smile. "Nah. Kinda hard to get it up when you know there's some ugly hell-spawn bitch in the other room."
"Watch your language, you're in the presence of a lady," she scolded, sauntering towards me. I held my ground. "But...let's see. Terrible attitude, short hair...you must be Dean."
"So, what, you want a prize or something?"
"I've heard a lot about you," she said approvingly, stopping about ten feet away from me and shifting her weight onto one leg. "You two are pretty famous down below. Imagine how excited I was when I realized that I had the Winchester brothers on the receiving end of one of my curses!" The demon paused for a second, examining me. I noticed that she seemed to be looking especially at my stomach. "Huh. I guess you're not the one that it caught. Which is kind of weird, because, considering what I know about you..." She stalked in a wide circle around me, and I turned to keep an eye on her. "...you would have been my first guess."
"Well." I folded my arms across my chest, and smiled. "Sorry to disappoint you."
"You kind of did, actually." She pushed some hair out of her face. "I mean, they tell me you're the glutton, that you have no self-control, that you'd beg your brother to make you his bitch in a heartbeat if you thought he'd say yes."
"Sweetheart, I have no idea where you've been getting your information..." I started. But before I could finish, the demon flickered out of my line of sight. I spun around wildly, trying to find her, and the next thing I knew, she was pressed against my back, one hand on my throat and the other spread flat against my stomach. I swallowed.
"What's the other one's name? Sam?" she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. I strained my eyes, trying to see just what she was doing back there. "How fat have you made him, Dean? Do any of his clothes still fit?"
"Wasn't my fault," I growled. The demon laughed.
"Please. I didn't so much as touch you. Sam was the only one I worked my magic on," she breathed. "Whatever you did to him...it was all you." She laughed again, and it most definitely wasn't a pretty sound. "I wonder what he'd say if he knew that your deepest desire is to stuff him as full as possible and then do him?"
"Wow, you are nuts," I commented. "He's my brother. Before you came into the picture, I never thought about him like that. I'm not some sort of freak."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," the demon purred. "After all, it's not really normal to encourage your brother to get fat, is it? To hand-feed him until he's too full to move? I bet that, on some level, you even wish it wasn't so one-sided..."
I opened my mouth to snarl something, but she continued before I could. "You really shouldn't deny your urges like this, Dean. It's practically...sinful."
She drew her hand into a claw on my stomach, her long fingernails digging into my skin even though there was a shirt between us. The second she did that, hunger so intense that it was actually, cripplingly painful exploded in my belly. I couldn't stop myself from crying out, and falling to my knees when she let go of me. I doubled over, supporting myself with one arm and wrapping the other as tight as I could around my stomach. It didn't do a lot of good. It felt like a black hole was chewing on my guts.
I barely even noticed when the demon knelt down next to me, and stroked the back of my head. Drawing on all my strength, I raised my head and fixed her with a murderous glare.
"What the hell'd you do to me?" I gasped. She smiled.
"Nothing really harmful..."
"Dean!" I heard Sarah call, voice panicky. I looked over my shoulder, and grimaced when I saw her about to step over the salt barrier.
"Oh, Jesus...stay where you are!" I yelled. She looked like it hurt, but she stayed. So that was one problem solved. For the moment. I dropped my head again.
I felt demon fingers under my chin almost immediately, lifting my head so I had no choice but to look in those black eyes. She smiled indulgently.
"Just a little push in the right direction, and you're totally helpless," she cooed. "And everyone who's tangled with you before said you were tough."
And then she had something in her free hand. Right next to my mouth, something that smelled beyond amazing. Whatever freaky, supernatural hunger she had sown in me surged up, and I couldn't keep myself from taking a bite. As soon as it was in my mouth, I realized that it was a burger-probably the best one I'd ever eaten. I moaned a little.
Which I immediately regretted, when I heard that demonic bitch start laughing again. I would have sworn at her if my mouth hadn't been full. She moved her hand from my chin to my head, and stroked my hair like I was some sort of lapdog.
"I really thought you'd be harder to break," she whispered. "But I guess I was wrong. Now, Dean, eat. I want to be able to tell everyone back home every detail of how the mighty hunter fell."
I did what she told me to. As much as I didn't want to, as much as I hated myself for it, I didn't really have a choice. I was hungrier than I'd ever been, and food just kept appearing right in front of my mouth. C'mon, what would you have done?
I didn't keep track of how much I was eating, or how much time had passed. I think I actually closed my eyes and tried really hard not to think about the fact that a demon all but had me on a leash. With my hands on my thighs and the waistband of my jeans getting painfully tight, I mentally searched for a way out of this. Something I could do, some weakness I could exploit, some hidden weapon I could pull out. But I couldn't think of anything, and, for once, I actually kinda resented the fact that I was human. I really could've done with a set of fangs right about then.
By the time I finally started to feel better, I was shaking. From self-disgust, from the realization that a demon had her hands all over me, and, as much as I hated to admit it, even to myself, from pleasure. It felt good. I didn't even know how much she had fed me, and I didn't really want to know, but everything had tasted fantastic. And having my stomach so full and heavy, with everything I had eaten stretching it out...well, I was pretty familiar with a less-intense version of this feeling, and I liked it. I shouldn't have, but I did.
"I really can't decide if you're cute or pathetic," the demon murmured. She poked me in the belly, hard, and I grunted in pain. "Probably pathetic."
"Oh, I am gonna enjoy shipping your ass back to Hell," I growled, opening my eyes and glaring at her. She was smiling like she'd just won the lottery. I glanced over at Sarah, who was standing in the middle of the salt circle again, hugging herself and watching me with wide eyes.
"I'd like to see you try, pig," the demon cooed, running on fingernail down the curve of my stomach. "I bet you can't even stand right now. Now I bet you know how your poor baby brother's felt these past few days, huh?"
I was about to spit some general smartassery back at her, but she glanced up at the doorway before I could, and her smile widened. "Well, speak of the devil."
I followed her gaze, and nearly groaned out loud. Sam was leaning against the doorway, breathing hard, one hand placed protectively on his bulging stomach. He had been glaring at the demon, but now, his eyes flicked to me. He raised both eyebrows.
But he'd caught me in situations way more awkward than this. Well, okay, maybe he hadn't, but I was pretty confident I could top this, if I tried hard enough.
"Ooh, Sam..." The demon stood up, and stalked towards my brother, who didn't look particularly impressed with her. "You've really let yourself go, haven't you?"
I took the opportunity to struggle to my feet. It was hard, way harder than it should have been. My full stomach weighed me down, spilling over the waistband of my jeans and lifting my shirt up. I glanced at my duffel bag, which I had a straight shot to, then at Sam. He blinked. I chose to interpret that as, "Go for it, I'll keep her busy."
"So...you're obviously the one who's been messing with my head," Sam said, his voice a little strained.
"Oh, yes. You, I definitely messed with," the demon replied. I walked past Sarah, who shot me a terrified look, and I made a "stay" gesture.
"I'm gonna give you a choice." Oh, great, Sam was in diplomat mode. I knelt down in front of my bag-carefully, grimacing when I felt everything I'd eaten slosh uncomfortably inside of me-and started digging through it, pulling out shotguns loaded with salt rounds, flasks of holy water, Enochian exorcism rituals. "You can leave right now, if you take the curse off of my brother and I and let Sarah out of her contract."
"Why are you two so dead-set on saving her?" The demon's voice was disapproving. "I mean, after what she did to you..."
"It's kinda what we do." I knew Sam well enough to tell that an ironic smile would be flickering across his face right now. I scanned through an exorcism ritual, trying to memorize it.
But, suddenly, the book was ripped out of my hands by something invisible. Everything else I'd been counting on went flying to the other side of the room, and then the demon was hauling me to to my feet by the collar of my shirt. She dragged me back over to where Sam was, and it didn't take long for me to realize that I was too full to fight with her or struggle.
She had us both pinned against the wall, with those psychic powers that the really annoying demons always seem to have, within a couple of minutes. I glanced at Sam.
"I thought I told you to stay put."
"I couldn't just let you charge in and go toe-to-toe with a demon on your own," Sam replied stubbornly. Glancing at my swollen stomach, he added, "And it's a good thing I showed up, you were letting her stuff you like a Thanksgiving turkey." He sighed suddenly, and looked away, and bit his lip, practically hard enough to draw blood. "But...seeing you so full like that..." He glanced upwards. "I just want to grab you and-"
"Now's not really the time, Sam," I pointed out dryly.
"I know. I...can't help it."
The demon interrupted us right about then. She stalked forward-I was starting to think that she wasn't capable of walking any other way-and examined us approvingly.
"The Winchester brothers," she announced, grinning proudly. "So full of fattening food that they can't even take on a simple demon." She reached out to stroke my belly, and I really wished that it didn't feel as good as it did. "You two are pigs, really. Sam, it's been so fun to watch you gorge yourself and beg your brother to feed you more. And, Dean..." She grinned. "Oh, I like feeding you. You were such a glutton already, I barely had to do anything to get you to eat right out of my hand."
I gritted my teeth as she leaned closer to us, close enough for me to punch her if my arms hadn't been pinned to the wall.
"How about I give you a choice?" she whispered. "I'll let her go, and forget all about her dept to me..." She nodded to Sarah. "...if you give yourselves to me."
"No way," I responded immediately. She rolled her eyes.
"Hear me out before you throw a knee-jerk response at me," she snapped. "I don't want you for torture, or whatever you're thinking. I'll make things easy for you, keep you someplace safe. I'll keep you well-supplied with food. I'll give you anything you want-including each other."
Sam glanced at me. I pretended there was something extremely interesting on the ceiling.
"All I want is to show you off to the others," the demon whispered. "Like a pair of prize-fattened hogs. So everyone knows that I caught and tamed the Winchesters, took them from terrifying hunters that everyone discussed in hushed tones to docile pets."
I opened my mouth to tell her to take a flying leap, but Sam jumped in before I could, with a low, urgent, "You'll let Sarah go? If we do this?"
"Yeah. I will." She smiled indulgently at him. "You have my word."
"Sam-" I started, a warning note in my voice."
"Okay." He nodded decisively. "Okay, we'll do it."
"Sam!"
The demon grinned widely, stepping back from us. I alternated between glaring furiously at her and giving Sam the angriest, most betrayed look in my arsenal. He didn't seem particularly affected by it. Whatever was pinning us against the wall vanished, and all of my weight settled back onto my feet. Which wasn't necessarily a good thing. It reminded me just how much heavier than normal I was at the moment.
The demon took another step backwards, still smiling, and beckoned to us. "Come here, boys."
Sam and I didn't move. I folded my arms over my chest, raising an incredulous eyebrow.
"Did she just step into the-" Sam began, glancing at me.
"Yep." I nodded. He looked back at the demon.
"Huh."
"A show-off and a moron," I noted, walking a slow circle around her and doing my absolute best not to waddle. "Darling, we need more of your kind in the world."
She had no idea what we were talking about-I could see it in her face. But she got it pretty fast when she glanced down and saw the chalk devil's trap that she had walked right into. She screeched furiously, and I winced, surprised that my eardrums didn't immediately start bleeding.
"Sam!" I called over the sound of her screaming. "Think you can take care of her? I need a minute."
I leaned back against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position with a grunt. I rested my forearms on my knees and watched Sam retrieve one of the rituals, recite it with perfect pronunciation, and take a few cautious steps back when fluid black smoke poured out of the host. When he was done, he didn't go to the girl who was crumpled in the center of the devil's trap, or to Sarah, who was just kinda standing there with her mouth open and her eyes bugging out. No, he made a beeline straight for me.
"You okay?" Sam asked quietly, kneeling in front of me with a whole lot of effort.
"I'm fine, Sammy. Just a little..." I patted my stomach. "...overfed."
"Good. Good, I'm glad, I-"
"Why the hell'd you tell her yes?" I interrupted. He looked a little surprised.
"Well, I...you can't really blame me, Dean, I was cursed."
"Fair enough," I conceded. "But, what, did what she was suggesting-actually sound good to you or something?"
"Well...yeah." He seemed pretty embarrassed. "I mean...we wouldn't have to worry about anything. I'd get, uh..." He paused, and absentmindedly put a hand on his belly, obviously having a hard time getting the words out. "...fed. And I'd be with you."
"That was really that appealing to you?" I asked skeptically.
"Of course it was." I suddenly realized that he was pretty close to me, leaning in, his stomach all but brushing mine. Very slowly, I closed my eyes, my heartrate speeding up. "Dean..."
He cupped the back of my head, his movements incredibly gentle, like he was afraid he'd hurt me or I'd push him away. But I didn't, not even when he pressed his lips against mine and started to kiss. He was tentative at first, but he got a lot more eager when I put both hands on his full belly and rubbed. He pushed against me, putting his free hand on my shoulder to brace himself. I tilted my head, opened my mouth slightly, and pushed back, digging my thumbs into his stomach. I felt him wince.
I'd never wanted anyone more than I wanted Sam right now. Especially with his swollen belly in my hands and him breaking the kiss for just a second to pant eagerly against my mouth. I knew he was my brother, and that he was another guy, and that no part of this was healthy. But that didn't change how absolutely right he felt against me.
He pulled away before I was ready, breathing hard, eyes wide and dark hair mussed. I wanted to haul him back, command him to get his chubby ass over here because I wasn't done with him. But, instead, I gasped, "Dude, what the hell?"
"I guess this curse takes awhile to wear off," Sam panted back. But I thought that he was grinning a little too widely for that to be the truth.
I skidded to a halt as soon as I reached the laundry room. With my hands clenched into fists that probably wouldn't do me any good at all against a demon, I took stock of the situation. Sarah was crouched in the very center of the salt circle, which was, thank God, still intact. She was shaking, knees pulled to her chest and arms wrapped around her legs. Despite everything she'd done and how much she'd screwed up Sam and I's lives, I couldn't stop myself from feeling sorry for her. She just looked so pathetic.
There was another woman in the room, standing right outside the circle of salt. She wore high-heeled leather boots, jeans so tight that they might have been painted on, and a tank top with straps that were barely even visible. She had a body fantastic enough to make the outfit work, along with a wild mane of dark hair and black eyes. Literally, solid-black eyes. Demon. Apparently one that liked to show off, too.
Every weapon I had dug out of the back of the Impala in order to fight this thing was in my duffel bag. My duffel bag was on the opposite side of the room. The demon stood between me and it.
Well. Shit.
"Finally, a Winchester!" the demon exclaimed, noticing me. Her voice-or, the voice of her meatsuit, at least-was a throaty purr that, normally, would have had my skin crawling with the need for her to touch me. But I didn't react to her, and my mind stayed clear. So...maybe there was an upside to being attracted to Sam... "Took you long enough to show up. What, were you too busy banging your brother?"
I gritted my teeth, but shot her a winning smile. "Nah. Kinda hard to get it up when you know there's some ugly hell-spawn bitch in the other room."
"Watch your language, you're in the presence of a lady," she scolded, sauntering towards me. I held my ground. "But...let's see. Terrible attitude, short hair...you must be Dean."
"So, what, you want a prize or something?"
"I've heard a lot about you," she said approvingly, stopping about ten feet away from me and shifting her weight onto one leg. "You two are pretty famous down below. Imagine how excited I was when I realized that I had the Winchester brothers on the receiving end of one of my curses!" The demon paused for a second, examining me. I noticed that she seemed to be looking especially at my stomach. "Huh. I guess you're not the one that it caught. Which is kind of weird, because, considering what I know about you..." She stalked in a wide circle around me, and I turned to keep an eye on her. "...you would have been my first guess."
"Well." I folded my arms across my chest, and smiled. "Sorry to disappoint you."
"You kind of did, actually." She pushed some hair out of her face. "I mean, they tell me you're the glutton, that you have no self-control, that you'd beg your brother to make you his bitch in a heartbeat if you thought he'd say yes."
"Sweetheart, I have no idea where you've been getting your information..." I started. But before I could finish, the demon flickered out of my line of sight. I spun around wildly, trying to find her, and the next thing I knew, she was pressed against my back, one hand on my throat and the other spread flat against my stomach. I swallowed.
"What's the other one's name? Sam?" she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. I strained my eyes, trying to see just what she was doing back there. "How fat have you made him, Dean? Do any of his clothes still fit?"
"Wasn't my fault," I growled. The demon laughed.
"Please. I didn't so much as touch you. Sam was the only one I worked my magic on," she breathed. "Whatever you did to him...it was all you." She laughed again, and it most definitely wasn't a pretty sound. "I wonder what he'd say if he knew that your deepest desire is to stuff him as full as possible and then do him?"
"Wow, you are nuts," I commented. "He's my brother. Before you came into the picture, I never thought about him like that. I'm not some sort of freak."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," the demon purred. "After all, it's not really normal to encourage your brother to get fat, is it? To hand-feed him until he's too full to move? I bet that, on some level, you even wish it wasn't so one-sided..."
I opened my mouth to snarl something, but she continued before I could. "You really shouldn't deny your urges like this, Dean. It's practically...sinful."
She drew her hand into a claw on my stomach, her long fingernails digging into my skin even though there was a shirt between us. The second she did that, hunger so intense that it was actually, cripplingly painful exploded in my belly. I couldn't stop myself from crying out, and falling to my knees when she let go of me. I doubled over, supporting myself with one arm and wrapping the other as tight as I could around my stomach. It didn't do a lot of good. It felt like a black hole was chewing on my guts.
I barely even noticed when the demon knelt down next to me, and stroked the back of my head. Drawing on all my strength, I raised my head and fixed her with a murderous glare.
"What the hell'd you do to me?" I gasped. She smiled.
"Nothing really harmful..."
"Dean!" I heard Sarah call, voice panicky. I looked over my shoulder, and grimaced when I saw her about to step over the salt barrier.
"Oh, Jesus...stay where you are!" I yelled. She looked like it hurt, but she stayed. So that was one problem solved. For the moment. I dropped my head again.
I felt demon fingers under my chin almost immediately, lifting my head so I had no choice but to look in those black eyes. She smiled indulgently.
"Just a little push in the right direction, and you're totally helpless," she cooed. "And everyone who's tangled with you before said you were tough."
And then she had something in her free hand. Right next to my mouth, something that smelled beyond amazing. Whatever freaky, supernatural hunger she had sown in me surged up, and I couldn't keep myself from taking a bite. As soon as it was in my mouth, I realized that it was a burger-probably the best one I'd ever eaten. I moaned a little.
Which I immediately regretted, when I heard that demonic bitch start laughing again. I would have sworn at her if my mouth hadn't been full. She moved her hand from my chin to my head, and stroked my hair like I was some sort of lapdog.
"I really thought you'd be harder to break," she whispered. "But I guess I was wrong. Now, Dean, eat. I want to be able to tell everyone back home every detail of how the mighty hunter fell."
I did what she told me to. As much as I didn't want to, as much as I hated myself for it, I didn't really have a choice. I was hungrier than I'd ever been, and food just kept appearing right in front of my mouth. C'mon, what would you have done?
I didn't keep track of how much I was eating, or how much time had passed. I think I actually closed my eyes and tried really hard not to think about the fact that a demon all but had me on a leash. With my hands on my thighs and the waistband of my jeans getting painfully tight, I mentally searched for a way out of this. Something I could do, some weakness I could exploit, some hidden weapon I could pull out. But I couldn't think of anything, and, for once, I actually kinda resented the fact that I was human. I really could've done with a set of fangs right about then.
By the time I finally started to feel better, I was shaking. From self-disgust, from the realization that a demon had her hands all over me, and, as much as I hated to admit it, even to myself, from pleasure. It felt good. I didn't even know how much she had fed me, and I didn't really want to know, but everything had tasted fantastic. And having my stomach so full and heavy, with everything I had eaten stretching it out...well, I was pretty familiar with a less-intense version of this feeling, and I liked it. I shouldn't have, but I did.
"I really can't decide if you're cute or pathetic," the demon murmured. She poked me in the belly, hard, and I grunted in pain. "Probably pathetic."
"Oh, I am gonna enjoy shipping your ass back to Hell," I growled, opening my eyes and glaring at her. She was smiling like she'd just won the lottery. I glanced over at Sarah, who was standing in the middle of the salt circle again, hugging herself and watching me with wide eyes.
"I'd like to see you try, pig," the demon cooed, running on fingernail down the curve of my stomach. "I bet you can't even stand right now. Now I bet you know how your poor baby brother's felt these past few days, huh?"
I was about to spit some general smartassery back at her, but she glanced up at the doorway before I could, and her smile widened. "Well, speak of the devil."
I followed her gaze, and nearly groaned out loud. Sam was leaning against the doorway, breathing hard, one hand placed protectively on his bulging stomach. He had been glaring at the demon, but now, his eyes flicked to me. He raised both eyebrows.
But he'd caught me in situations way more awkward than this. Well, okay, maybe he hadn't, but I was pretty confident I could top this, if I tried hard enough.
"Ooh, Sam..." The demon stood up, and stalked towards my brother, who didn't look particularly impressed with her. "You've really let yourself go, haven't you?"
I took the opportunity to struggle to my feet. It was hard, way harder than it should have been. My full stomach weighed me down, spilling over the waistband of my jeans and lifting my shirt up. I glanced at my duffel bag, which I had a straight shot to, then at Sam. He blinked. I chose to interpret that as, "Go for it, I'll keep her busy."
"So...you're obviously the one who's been messing with my head," Sam said, his voice a little strained.
"Oh, yes. You, I definitely messed with," the demon replied. I walked past Sarah, who shot me a terrified look, and I made a "stay" gesture.
"I'm gonna give you a choice." Oh, great, Sam was in diplomat mode. I knelt down in front of my bag-carefully, grimacing when I felt everything I'd eaten slosh uncomfortably inside of me-and started digging through it, pulling out shotguns loaded with salt rounds, flasks of holy water, Enochian exorcism rituals. "You can leave right now, if you take the curse off of my brother and I and let Sarah out of her contract."
"Why are you two so dead-set on saving her?" The demon's voice was disapproving. "I mean, after what she did to you..."
"It's kinda what we do." I knew Sam well enough to tell that an ironic smile would be flickering across his face right now. I scanned through an exorcism ritual, trying to memorize it.
But, suddenly, the book was ripped out of my hands by something invisible. Everything else I'd been counting on went flying to the other side of the room, and then the demon was hauling me to to my feet by the collar of my shirt. She dragged me back over to where Sam was, and it didn't take long for me to realize that I was too full to fight with her or struggle.
She had us both pinned against the wall, with those psychic powers that the really annoying demons always seem to have, within a couple of minutes. I glanced at Sam.
"I thought I told you to stay put."
"I couldn't just let you charge in and go toe-to-toe with a demon on your own," Sam replied stubbornly. Glancing at my swollen stomach, he added, "And it's a good thing I showed up, you were letting her stuff you like a Thanksgiving turkey." He sighed suddenly, and looked away, and bit his lip, practically hard enough to draw blood. "But...seeing you so full like that..." He glanced upwards. "I just want to grab you and-"
"Now's not really the time, Sam," I pointed out dryly.
"I know. I...can't help it."
The demon interrupted us right about then. She stalked forward-I was starting to think that she wasn't capable of walking any other way-and examined us approvingly.
"The Winchester brothers," she announced, grinning proudly. "So full of fattening food that they can't even take on a simple demon." She reached out to stroke my belly, and I really wished that it didn't feel as good as it did. "You two are pigs, really. Sam, it's been so fun to watch you gorge yourself and beg your brother to feed you more. And, Dean..." She grinned. "Oh, I like feeding you. You were such a glutton already, I barely had to do anything to get you to eat right out of my hand."
I gritted my teeth as she leaned closer to us, close enough for me to punch her if my arms hadn't been pinned to the wall.
"How about I give you a choice?" she whispered. "I'll let her go, and forget all about her dept to me..." She nodded to Sarah. "...if you give yourselves to me."
"No way," I responded immediately. She rolled her eyes.
"Hear me out before you throw a knee-jerk response at me," she snapped. "I don't want you for torture, or whatever you're thinking. I'll make things easy for you, keep you someplace safe. I'll keep you well-supplied with food. I'll give you anything you want-including each other."
Sam glanced at me. I pretended there was something extremely interesting on the ceiling.
"All I want is to show you off to the others," the demon whispered. "Like a pair of prize-fattened hogs. So everyone knows that I caught and tamed the Winchesters, took them from terrifying hunters that everyone discussed in hushed tones to docile pets."
I opened my mouth to tell her to take a flying leap, but Sam jumped in before I could, with a low, urgent, "You'll let Sarah go? If we do this?"
"Yeah. I will." She smiled indulgently at him. "You have my word."
"Sam-" I started, a warning note in my voice."
"Okay." He nodded decisively. "Okay, we'll do it."
"Sam!"
The demon grinned widely, stepping back from us. I alternated between glaring furiously at her and giving Sam the angriest, most betrayed look in my arsenal. He didn't seem particularly affected by it. Whatever was pinning us against the wall vanished, and all of my weight settled back onto my feet. Which wasn't necessarily a good thing. It reminded me just how much heavier than normal I was at the moment.
The demon took another step backwards, still smiling, and beckoned to us. "Come here, boys."
Sam and I didn't move. I folded my arms over my chest, raising an incredulous eyebrow.
"Did she just step into the-" Sam began, glancing at me.
"Yep." I nodded. He looked back at the demon.
"Huh."
"A show-off and a moron," I noted, walking a slow circle around her and doing my absolute best not to waddle. "Darling, we need more of your kind in the world."
She had no idea what we were talking about-I could see it in her face. But she got it pretty fast when she glanced down and saw the chalk devil's trap that she had walked right into. She screeched furiously, and I winced, surprised that my eardrums didn't immediately start bleeding.
"Sam!" I called over the sound of her screaming. "Think you can take care of her? I need a minute."
I leaned back against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position with a grunt. I rested my forearms on my knees and watched Sam retrieve one of the rituals, recite it with perfect pronunciation, and take a few cautious steps back when fluid black smoke poured out of the host. When he was done, he didn't go to the girl who was crumpled in the center of the devil's trap, or to Sarah, who was just kinda standing there with her mouth open and her eyes bugging out. No, he made a beeline straight for me.
"You okay?" Sam asked quietly, kneeling in front of me with a whole lot of effort.
"I'm fine, Sammy. Just a little..." I patted my stomach. "...overfed."
"Good. Good, I'm glad, I-"
"Why the hell'd you tell her yes?" I interrupted. He looked a little surprised.
"Well, I...you can't really blame me, Dean, I was cursed."
"Fair enough," I conceded. "But, what, did what she was suggesting-actually sound good to you or something?"
"Well...yeah." He seemed pretty embarrassed. "I mean...we wouldn't have to worry about anything. I'd get, uh..." He paused, and absentmindedly put a hand on his belly, obviously having a hard time getting the words out. "...fed. And I'd be with you."
"That was really that appealing to you?" I asked skeptically.
"Of course it was." I suddenly realized that he was pretty close to me, leaning in, his stomach all but brushing mine. Very slowly, I closed my eyes, my heartrate speeding up. "Dean..."
He cupped the back of my head, his movements incredibly gentle, like he was afraid he'd hurt me or I'd push him away. But I didn't, not even when he pressed his lips against mine and started to kiss. He was tentative at first, but he got a lot more eager when I put both hands on his full belly and rubbed. He pushed against me, putting his free hand on my shoulder to brace himself. I tilted my head, opened my mouth slightly, and pushed back, digging my thumbs into his stomach. I felt him wince.
I'd never wanted anyone more than I wanted Sam right now. Especially with his swollen belly in my hands and him breaking the kiss for just a second to pant eagerly against my mouth. I knew he was my brother, and that he was another guy, and that no part of this was healthy. But that didn't change how absolutely right he felt against me.
He pulled away before I was ready, breathing hard, eyes wide and dark hair mussed. I wanted to haul him back, command him to get his chubby ass over here because I wasn't done with him. But, instead, I gasped, "Dude, what the hell?"
"I guess this curse takes awhile to wear off," Sam panted back. But I thought that he was grinning a little too widely for that to be the truth.