Fic: Cycle of Life
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Sam (yes you read it right WINCEST)
Rating: ADULT! ADULTADULTADULT!
Spoilers: None! Least that I can remember *shifty eyes* was it on a specialfeature or something?!
Disclaimer: I don’t own any rights, not for profit… I’m going to hell aren’t I?
Warnings: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Wincest, Slash, pregnancy kink, faux m-preg/birth, impregnation, tentacle dub-con/non-con (he loved it and you know it…) um… IDK WTF I was on this morning but RUN, RUN FAST!
Summary: We’re all a little mad here! *psychotic laughter* Written for a spnkink-meme prompt prompt bunnies are evil! EVIL I TELL YOU!
(Original A/N from prompt A/N: okay I’m sorry I changed the how… they’re on a hunt… oh well, I hope I filled the prompt to your liking. Little light on the tentacle business and a little heavy on the wincest/pregnancy kink thing… Enjoy! It’s my first wincest and tentacle kink! (though I’ve done vine-kink before) )
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A hurricane had just swept through the lower U.S. Bodies started being found near a small lake some sixty miles inland. Pissed off Selkie, or so the Winchesters had thought…
“Sam!”
Sam is currently in heaven (figuratively speaking) please try back later.
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“Dean, It’s a Selkie, I’m telling you… There’s no way rock salt is going to kill it,” Sam said as they pulled up to the calm, dark waters.
“Yeah, well, better safe than dead.” Sam rolled his eyes as he followed his brother to the trunk, “How do you kill a Selkie anyway?”
“I’d say to be certain? Cut off its head and burn it.”
Dean gave a nod of agreement, “Works for me,” grabbed a set of machetes and gas can before closing the trunk. “Don’t run with it,” Sam rolled his eyes as he was handed the other machete.
X
“This is a bad idea Dean,” Sam said into the Bluetooth headpiece.
“Sam, it’s a big place, and you said Selkie’s are most likely to go after one victim and not two…”
“Exactly, one of us could get grabbed before the other nows.”
“Which is exactly why we have the phones,” Sam rolled his eyes and continued to trail his light across the dark water.
“You do realize if I’m wrong and this is a Kelpie we’re both screwed don’t you?”
“Yeah, well, we’ve been on a roll Sammy.”
“That’s exactly my point…”
X
Sam wasn’t even sure when he was grabbed… He remembered walking up to an old dock, even tripping over a patch of weeds near the cement ramp, but not how/when he was suddenly yanked from the shore and suspended out above the water. “Dean!” he had a mind to yell as he was suddenly wrapped in slimy coils.
“Fuck!” was shouted over the connection before one of the constricting coils knocked the piece from his ear.
Sam’s eyes went wide as a dark shape lifted from the water, then he was suddenly spread eagle as the coils snapped taught. Giant squid… That was the closest visual comparison his mind had at that moment. Okay, mother of all Giant squids, but it was still wrong. Different to start with, Sam knew there was no way it was a squid. When it opened its…mouth? A dozen or more, smooth, slick, fleshy tendrils shot out to grab him.
Sam’s adrenaline level shot up, it was going to eat him! He struggled as they started wrapping various limbs. He only stopped when the coils pulled tight enough he’d break something before he moved them.
Sam jerked back, tried to, as more started experimentally touching at his jeans. “Huh?” was gasped out in confusion as it started undoing his pants. “No, no, no,” his struggling resumed when he realized what it was doing. “Stop!” Sam tensed the muscles in his neck as a slim pale coil looped his throat before forcing its tip into his mouth. He whined, expecting it to gag or suffocate him but all it did was slip and wiggle against his tongue.
Scared eyes hazed, fight gone at the taste of the tentacle, and he suddenly wanted desperately for the creature to have its way with him. So when his pants slid away, all he did was suck at the gagging tentacle and spread his legs for more. He got more. The moment tentacles started sliding across his groin and legs, he whimpered, shifting, wanting… When the first one entered, he came; head thrown back, screaming, shaking, the whole nine. And it just kept going, adding to the growing pleasure by adding more depth/width/everything Sam could possibly want…
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And that’s how Dean found him, moaning and shooting cum so hard you’d think he was strapped to his favorite toy and not being raped by some sort of SeaWorld reject. “Sam!” Those eyes, when Sam looked at him, screamed, ‘Not yet,’ ‘please don’t,’ but Dean knew something was horribly wrong with him. The damn monster was pumping him full of… whatever the hell the damn thing was filling him with, that it was pouring down his opened legs like a fountain.
“Sorry Sam…” A single shot, that was enough to get it to drop his little brother. The Sasquatch splashed down in the shallow water. “Oh fuck,” seemed it was enough to piss it off too…
X
“You okay?” Sam hadn’t talked much since they’d finished with Cthulhu so when they’d found a motel for the night, Dean started prodding. Sam just nodded, staying quiet up until they got in the room. When Dean turned to see the door slide shut before he was suddenly spun and pinned to it, “the hell?!” Sam’s lips were suddenly crushing his, instinct madding him grind back when a very hard erection slid against him.
“Fuck me.”
“Damn Sammy, didn’t you get enough of that at the lake, whoa!” Dean was spun again, suddenly looking up at a very hungry set of puppy dog eyes.
“I think it’s an effect or something from tasting it,” Sam was already stripping down and straddling his smaller brother’s waist. “I want it up the ass,” he smiled, feeling Dean’s dick jump under him, knowing that always got his brother hard.
“You want it?” Sam was suddenly on his back, Dean stripping off clothes as they kissed. “You still wet?”
“Oh yeah,” when Sam guided Dean in, it was fucking perfect.
The moment Dean finished and collapsed against his little brother, an unknown cycle began… “Did you really have to kill it Dee?”
“Yeah, sorry Sammy.”
X
“Fuck Sammy, when did you turn into such a cockslut?” Dean was currently being ridden by his little brother in the front seat, he had to give Sam props for even being able to get on him while behind the wheel. “We use to switch it up, now you’re the only one getting dick.”
“I know, I’m sorry, fuck, I just can’t help it!” Sam gave no warning, just suddenly came. Panting against Dean’s shoulder, he smirked at his brother’s grumbling. “More,” there was a reason he hadn’t warned him, he wanted a round two. Sam pulled Dean over him as he laid across the seat, it was an awkward shift but practice had them doing it without knocking themselves out.
“Fuck Sammy, you’ve let yourself go… Need to lay off the junk food,” Dean teased as he caught sight of Sam’s slightly outward bowing stomach. Suddenly even more turned on as he slid his hand over the firm swell. “You’re not pregnant are you?” he joked as Sam continued to grind and ride his dick.
“If I am, it’s yours, don’t worry,” was automatically shot back as he closed his eyes and moaned at Dean’s hard thrust.
“Damn straight it better be mine.”
X
Dean moaned, hands roving Sam’s swollen stomach as he thrust into his equally moaning brother. “Have you found out what it is yet?”
“What, what is?” Sam asked over his shoulder as he braced against Dean’s thrusts.
“The baby,” fuck that got Dean so hard, making him thrust even faster.
“Dean, ah, God, I was joking! I’m not pregnant. I’m just retaining water or something…”
“Does this,” Dean pressed against Sam’s hardened stomach, “feel like water to you?”
Something hit, or kicked, against Dean’s hand and that set them both off. One spilled across the splayed sheets, while the other poured into his lover. They both stayed frozen for a minute until the kick happened again. “Bobby’s,” they both said, the older hunter was the closest and about the only one they’d trust with something like this. They didn’t wait for morning or even take time to clean up, just packed up and hauled ass to the scrap yard…
X
“Sam’s pregnant,” Dean just blurted out as they walked in Bobby’s study.
Bobby blinked, once, “Congratulations, who’s the father?” The only thing that told the boys he was being sarcastic was his eyes rolling before grabbing his drink.
“I am,” Dean squeezed his eyes shut at the sound of Bobby spitting out his drink. “Well it’s either mine or a big tentacle monster’s and since it’s dead I don’t suppose we’ll be getting child support from it…”
“I need a drink,” Bobby grumbled and headed into the kitchen.
“Dean, you could have been a little gentler breaking the news,” Sam grumbled, making Dean smirk at the tone. “What?”
“Nothing, sweety, I’m just glad he didn’t grab the shotgun for knocking his daughter up… You’re such a girl Sammy, and now I have proof.” Sam rolled his eyes at Dean patting his belly.
“This never would have happened if we’d stuck together at the lake…”
“You sure that’s what cause this?” Dean smirked, “I could just be that good.”
Sam sighed, “That wasn’t the first time we went bareback Dean, but it was the first time I got fucked by a tentacle monster… Do the math.”
“I coulda gone the rest of my life without knowing that…” Sam flinched at Bobby’s voice, suddenly blushing, and stepped back behind Dean. “It sounds like you are acting as a surrogate. The monster laid eggs in you, Dean… fertilized them and here we are. How long’s it been?”
Sam’s arms slid out of the way as Bobby reached to uncover his swollen belly. “Few weeks…”
“You look about ready to pop boy. Probably won’t be long before they’re born.”
“They?” both brothers echoed, wide eyed.
“Well yeah. Nothin’ that lays eggs only lay one at a time… least not monsters. ‘sides, that ain’t what you gotta worry about. It’s whether they take the easy way or chew their way out that you should worry about.”
Sam gulped and covered his stomach at the thought.
“Just make sure you’re in water when it starts… should keep them calm enough to not hurt you, I hope.”
X
Dean sighed at the edge of the pond a little ways from Bobby’s, “You sure it’s gonna happen?” Not that seeing his brother laying in the water up to his chest wasn’t hot… but it was early and damn cold.
“Oh yeah,” Sam’s breathing changed, making Dean jump to attention.
“You alright?”
“Yeah,” Sam was arching back as he felt the mass in his stomach start separating into individual entities as it started moving downward. “It’s not pain,” the first one slid free, making Dean blink at what looked like a jelly fish, before it shot to deeper water. By the sixth, Sam was moaning and hard, unable to stop himself from stroking his erection. When the number reached double digits, Dean was astounded at how hard his brother came. At twenty, Sam was limp, sprawled across the shore, panting.
“That all of them?” He got a weak nod as he helped Sam to his feet.
“Can we keep them?”
That damn puppy dog look! “Maybe just one.”
Sam smiled and hugged Dean close, succeeding in drenching him with half freezing water. “Good, because you’ve gotta try that.”
Wow I think I just invented a new kink....
Oh and I'd like to (one day) post this on a few coms so please name the proper names/kinks if I didn't get them right please? -hugs readers- <3 you all!