FIC: Blaze of Glory - Chapter 8
Title: Blaze of Glory
Authors: luscious_rebel & mpregloveranon
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mpreg, Character Death (no main characters), H/C
Disclaimer: We just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to CW, Kripke and whoever else is rightfully making money with them. The title and lyrics belong to Bon Jovi.
Summary: Wild, wild West and we find Dean and Sam in the middle of it. Used to a peaceful living on their parents’ farm Dean’s and Sam’s normal lives change drastically, when they return from a day out in the fields to find their home lit up in flames. Having to leave the only home they ever knew behind, they start their journey across the country on the backs of their horses Impala and Ivory to meet up with their great-uncle. The journey is long and troublesome but both brothers have bigger worries to deal with when Sam discloses a secret.
The story is inspired by an old prompt on the spnkink_meme that can be found HERE. (Big thanks to sexytexanjra , who found the prompt again for us!)
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Sam sat on the middle of the big and comfortable bed. His legs were crossed and in front of him was a little bowl, which was filled with all sorts of delicious candy and fruits. Collin had given it to the young Winchester boys once they have had dinner together. To Sam it felt like forever that Dean and him had been able to enjoy some sweets, so he had been pretty happy about the generous offer. Like Dean he was dressed in an old-fashioned but comfortable nightshirt. Thanks to the bath he felt clean and warm. His hair also had dried. A soft mattress spoiled his tired bones. Sam’s mouth was filled with chocolate and his hand roamed through the different candy in the bowl to check its wrappings. “Here’s caramel, Dean!” he announced happily.
“Thanks, Sam,“ the older brother replied, taking the offered candy and unwrapping it contemplatively. During dinner, conversation had surprisingly been kept to a minimum with Collin only asking them a few questions about where exactly they were going and how they were planning to get around once they left his property to get going again. At some point between dinner and dessert he had even offered the boys to stay with him but as generous as that suggestion had been, Sam and Dean had thankfully declined and told him that their parents would have wanted them to live at their uncle’s home. “Collin said we could stay as long as we wanted…” Dean started speaking, while he slowly savored the candy. “Do you maybe want to stay for a few days?”
The younger boy started to chew a bit slower while he seemed to ponder over Dean’s question. “I’m worried that we won’t make it in time, if we’ll stay for too long,” he admitted.
Dean frowned at his brother before it dawned on him, what Sam had meant. He remembered that Dr. Carter had told them that their baby would be born in December and it was already late August, so they had maybe another four months left to reach Texas and meet up with their great-uncle. Dean didn’t want to think about what might happen if the baby came before they were safe at Bobby’s house but neither did he want to put too much stress on his pregnant brother by riding for days on end without taking proper breaks. “Well, we never know when we’ll get the next chance to sleep in an actual bed let alone such a comfortable one.” He sat down on the soft mattress next to his lover. “It’s up to you, Sammy. We can leave tomorrow morning or stay for a couple of days. I’ll be fine with whatever you want.”
Sam sighed. “Truth is that we don’t know if we’ll ever be able to sleep in such a comfortable bed again… I mean… Even if we’ll reach Uncle Bobby’s place, we don’t know if he can take us in. I’m sure he would and I’m sure he’d try everything possible to help us out, but… What if he can’t help us? We’re counting on him, yet we don’t know if he can afford to help us. What if he lost his harvest due to the weather in Texas? What if business went down on him? We’ve just been assuming, Dean. We keep holding onto the little things we know about his property. But… It’s not a single person to take in, Dean. We’re two. That makes it a lot more expensive and harder to provide a place to sleep for us. And the baby… It won’t be exactly better with another mouth to feed…”
“Shhh…” Dean folded his arms around his baby brother, when he saw how the kid was getting himself worked up. “Uncle Bobby’s family and families stick together and I can get a job and help to earn money to provide for all of us. We’ll make it work, Sammy. Even if Uncle Bobby can’t take us in for whatever reason there might be, I’ll find a way to provide for you, me and the baby. Please, don’t lose faith in me, Sammy.” His eyes were wide and sincere as pulled back to look into his brother’s face. He could see how Sam took a deep breath.
“Stop it, Dean,” he replied in a voice, which clearly showed how determined Sam was about his request.
Staring at his brother for a few minutes, Dean opened and closed his mouth several times, because he didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t intended to upset Sam in any way but apparently he had said something wrong and now didn’t know how to make it right again. “I’m sorry… I think we should try to get some sleep…” He stammered and threw the bed covers back to crawl under the soft, white sheets.
“Yeah, right, Dean. Keep on running from serious talks like you mostly do…” Sam commented. He got up and looked out of the window. The storm was still raging outside and it didn’t look like the weather would calm anytime soon.
Dean closed his eyes and tried to swallow the tightness in his throat. Hearing those words coming out of his brother’s mouth had hurt and knowing that Sam was right, only made it worse. Since they had left their home and their old life behind them Dean had tried to keep it together as best as he could. He knew that Sam had been hurting and that he was scared to death, so the older Winchester had done his best to stay strong and push his own pain and fears away, to take care of his brother but he had finally reached his own limit. Turning his back toward the window and Sam, Dean bit his lip to stifle a sob and let the first two tears roll down his cheeks.
It took a moment before the mattress shifted under Sam’s weight. He came to sit next to his brother and reached out to tenderly card his fingertips through the short hair. “It’s okay to cry, Dean,” Sam assured him in a soft voice.
Keeping his eyes tightly closed Dean, leaned into his baby brother’s gentle touch and enjoyed the caress. “I just want us to be okay, Sam. I have no idea what’ll happen when we get to Uncle Bobby but I don’t want to give up hope. After everything we’ve been through things have to get better eventually.” His voice was barely a whisper.
“Dean…” Sam shifted on the bed to lie down. He wrapped his arm around his older brother and kissed his neck. “I never said we should give up our hopes. Hope’s probably the only thing we can count on. C’mon, look at me.”
Reluctantly Dean opened his eyes again and watched the emotions flickering across his brother’s face. “Just tell me what you want me to do, Sam,” he asked softly.
“Well, first of all I want you to understand that you don’t always have to take care of me, Dean.” Sam shot him a serious gaze. “I’m not a child anymore. I mean… look at me. I’m carrying your baby. I’m going to raise a child of my own. You always act like I’d be unable to watch myself, but I’m not. I don’t need you to constantly worry about me. You’re trying to take all pain away from me, Dean. But you can’t. Mom and Dad died. The situation is fucked up. I want to cry and there’s no need for you to always jump in and dry my tears. I can see that you are hurting, too. You also have been like that, pushing away your emotions, so you can be there for me. That’s not what I want.”
Being there for Sam was all Dean knew, all he felt confident to do but he still understood his brother’s point. “I know you can take care of yourself, Sam. I never doubted that but I’m your big brother and I still feel like watching out for you is my job, you know? But I’ll try not to smother you,” he promised after his little confession.
“Fine.” The younger Winchester sounded relieved to hear Dean’s words. “Sorry for being blunt, but I… I really need some sex. I feel like I’m going crazy…”
Dean’s eyes grew wide. He hadn’t seen that one coming at all. No matter how much the request seemed out of place, Dean felt his body react immediately and shifted uncomfortably to hide his growing erection from his brother. “You… you want to have sex… Now? What…?” he trailed off, flustered by his brother’s untypical behavior. Dean was aware of the fact that Sam was going through a lot of changes and he remembered learning that pregnancy often caused mood swings but up until that moment he hadn’t witnessed any of those in his brother.
When Sam watched Dean’s reaction his cheeks started to glow in a fiery blush. “I… It’s not my fault, if you’re looking so sexy,” he tried to excuse himself.
Choosing to ignore his brother’s last statement - because otherwise he would surely have started to blush as well if he thought about it long enough - Dean shook his head dazedly to clear his mind. “Tell me what you want, Sammy…” he finally asked in a deep, husky voice, pulling his brother in for a quick kiss before awaiting his instructions.
Sam smirked. “I want you to rub your cock all over my belly.” He couldn’t exactly tell where this idea was coming from, but something about the pure imagination turned Sam on.
With a short nod, Dean sat up and started tugging at his brother’s nightshirt, shoving it upwards until he could pull it over Sam’s head. Then he swiftly took off his own shirt and dropped it onto the carpet next to their bed. Sitting back on his haunches he finally took a long look at his lover’s exposed body, illuminated be the single lamp on their nightstand, drinking in the soft curves and miles of smooth skin. “Lay back down, babe,” he said in a sexy whispered and took his half hard cock into his hand, bracing himself against the bed as he leaned over Sam’s body. Then he lowered his head to capture his brother’s mouth in a heated kiss. “So sexy…”
When Sam responded to the kiss it seemed like he was so greedy that he sipped some of Dean’s energies from the older brother’s lips. He didn’t wait for Dean to deepen their kiss and quickly let his tongue start to fight for domination. A deep moan escaped from Sam’s lips and he took a hold on Dean’s hips to steady him. “Your tip first,” he instructed and looked at his belly, which he tried to bulge out a little more by shifting around on the mattress.
“Okay,” Dean lowered his hips until the bulbous head of his quickly filling cock brushed against the silky skin of his brother’s rounded belly. Biting down on his lip to keep quiet and not draw any attention to what they were doing - no need to wake up their quirky host and have him running into their room - Dean started undulate his hips dragging his cock over Sam’s belly. “Saaaam…” he breathed lowly as he felt jolts of pleasure run through his body.
“I can see you… Oh damn, Dean… That’s sexy!” Sam moaned at the pure sight of his brother’s proud manhood. His loin area started to tickle with feverish heat, but he kept on concentrating on the feeling of Dean’s touches to his belly. He let one of his hands roam over the obvious baby bulge and made sure his older brother watched how he caressed his skin in an inviting manner. The younger Winchester noticed how his own erection screamed for attention, but he tried to keep his composure. “Go on, Dean…” he managed to press out between little moans. “I want you to anoint me with your seed.”
Dean let out a low groan when he felt his balls tightening in anticipation. He never would have guessed that he could get off just by rubbing his cock against his brother’s sensual belly but he was getting closer to climaxing by the second. “This feels so…” He felt a soft thumb against his cock as their baby kicked from inside Sam’s belly. “Good…” Dean’s hips jerked erratically as he finally let go and came all over the smooth, bare skin.
“Ohh…”, Sam grunted as he felt their baby kick. It seemed wide awake and the touches from the outside mingling with the movements of the baby, made him feel like his belly turned way too sensitive. He rubbed his hand over his heated skin and smeared Dean’s cum over his bulge. “Ohh, Dean…,” he whimpered in lust.
When the last aftershocks of his orgasm had died down, Dean shifting lower in the bed and leaned down to nuzzle his cheeks against the inside of Sam’s right thigh. He pressed a soft, wet kiss to his brother’s groin and then started licking at Sam’s angry red cock teasingly.
“God, Dean!” The younger boy nearly hissed as he felt the incredible pleasure still increasing inside of him. He moved his hips in agony of wanting to feel more of Dean’s mouth. He shut his eyelids when he felt the ministrations taking him closer and closer to the edge. A loud whimper became audible as Sam desperately tried to find release. “Suck me hard!”
Granting his brother wish, Dean swallowed Sam’s cock down to the root and hollowed his cheeks, sucking his hard and fast. Getting bolder he cupped his brother’s balls in one palm and started massaging them as his other hand joined Sam’s on his rounded belly, rubbing the cooling cum into the swollen flesh.
As much as he tried to hold back for the sake of not getting caught by Collins, Sam couldn’t help to give a real loud moan when eventually he felt his orgasm taking over. While he exploded in his older brother’s mouth he grasped the sheets in pure pleasure. A moment later Sam collapsed back on the mattress and tried to steady his breathing, but before he could completely calm down he turned to move onto all fours. His legs slightly spread his hole was presented to Dean. It was glistening with wetness and Sam nearly begged Dean to put his fingers inside while he pressed his forehead onto the soft fabric of the cushion beneath him.
Seeing his brother exposing himself like that, took Dean’s breath away and he needed a moment or two to understand what Sam was trying to signal him by his display. Eventually he went with the program and gently started to trace the fingertip of his right index finger around his brother’s slick entrance, feeling the soft skin around the puckered opening give. Carefully he pressed his first digit into Sam’s hot channel and gasped at the wetness he felt. Just like that night they had made love in the abandoned stable, hiding from another storm, Sam felt incredibly slick and pliant under his fingertip.
“Oh God, Dean…” Sam bit the cushion to keep back from letting his little noises become too loud. He tried to suck Dean in as deep as he could and his whole body strained in indescribable pleasure. “More! Please! God…” The younger brother felt how the baby shifted inside of his belly and reached out to soothingly rub his baby bulge.
Sam’s needy pleading encouraged Dean to slip another finger inside his lover’s wet channel, thrusting his digits in and out of Sam’s greedy hole with increasing speed. Curious to see if the stimulation was getting Sam aroused again, he curled his free arm around his brother’s midsection, rubbing at his belly affectionately before curling his fingers around his slowly filling cock to pump it simultaneously with the thrusts. “Show me how much you like this, Sam.”
“Dean… Dean…. Your hand’s… uhn…” The younger brother bit his lower lip. He couldn’t believe that his member was rock hard again. “Just… uh…” Sam’s tall body trembled slightly and he spread his legs a little more to grant Dean better access to the depth of his anus. “More fingers, please!” Torn between lust and disbelief about his need, Sam thrust back and forth. He wanted to meet Dean’s fingers, yet fucking into his brother’s hand was another great option. His wetness only increased and some of his sweet love juice trickled down his thigh.
“Oh, Sam…” Dean grunted as he noticed that his own body was once again starting to react to his brother’s moaning and pleading. His cock was filling with blood slowly and curling upwards against his flat stomach, demanding attention. “You feel incredible… Can I…” Gently pulling his fingers out of Sam’s entrance, he moved closer to his lover to rub his growing erection between the firm globes of Sam’s buttocks.
“Go ahead!” Sam was far from denying Dean the permission to fuck him. He reached out and rubbed his buttock. Surprised about being able to feel his own wetness that clearly, a little blush invaded his cheeks and he grunted a bit more as he held himself up for his older brother. The changes of his body made him feel curious, yet a little embarrassed too. He wondered whether Dean really could like them.
Sighing in pleasure, Dean rubbed his slick finger over his straining cock, his other hand still caressing Sam’s belly, before nudging the bulbous head of his erection against his brother’s waiting hole. “Don’t clench up…” he warned huskily and torturously slow pushed into his lover, sheathing himself in the hot, welcoming wetness.
Sam nearly hissed at the painfully slow penetration. “Fuck, Dean! Hurry, please! Oh Goood…” Sam bit the pillow and his muscles tensed in pleasure. His hot wetness welcomed Dean’s proud member and he felt like it was twice as big as usual during sex. The younger brother’s walls had become even more sensitive thanks to the pregnancy and Sam felt like he would hardly be able to stand the incredible lust, which had taken over. Reaching out, he dug his fingertips into Dean’s thigh in a desperate attempt to make him move closer. This position put more strain on Sam than he would have thought in the first place, but he didn’t want to give up on it, as it helped him to open up so very well for his brother. “Deeean…”
“Sam, I don’t want to hur…” Dean started arguing even if he could barely hold back any longer because he was so incredible hard and desperate.
The younger brother could only nod in return. He moaned deeply as he placed his forehead on the pillow again. His body felt like burning up because of his strong craving for more, yet he wouldn’t put any pressure on Dean. Taking a few deep breaths, Sam caressed his belly to calm down a little while he desperately waited for Dean to completely invade him.
Dean pushed the last couple of inches into his lover and stayed still for a few seconds, trying to gauge if Sam was okay. Pressing his chest to his brother’s back he could feel both their frantic heartbeats and didn’t lose more time. He braced himself against Sam’s hip with one arm as he set a regular thrusting rhythm, while gently cupping the lower curve of his pregnant belly.
As soon as Dean had started his thrusts, Sam’s little whimpers filled the room. He tried to keep up with the rhythm Dean built, but all he could concentrate on was that hard, pulsating cock inside of his moist hole. The sound of flesh hitting flesh turned him on even more and he felt how his cock twitched in pleasure, just like his balls tightened in agony. The younger Winchester did everything he could to intensify the incredible good feeling of Dean’s hot sex rubbing against his slick walls. His muscles milked him well when he noticed that they both were finding release. Sam’s own sperm splattered all over the sheets beneath his body as he cried out in delight.
“Wow, that was…” Dean moaned deep in his throat as he gathered his last strength to pull his spent cock out of his lover’s body to roll over and collapse onto the soiled sheets before his legs gave out on their own and he crushed Sam under his weight. “I love you,” he wanted to say more or at least something that sounded more sophisticated and meaningful but his brain wasn’t capable of forming complex thoughts, yet. There were still all the problems they had talked about earlier but right in that moment he just wanted to bask in the soft afterglow of their shared orgasms, so he curled his arms around Sam’s bulged out waist and pulled him into his side, so that Sam’s belly was half lying on his own flat abdomen.
“I love you, too,” Sam whispered in return. He felt similar. His thoughts were dulled by the sweet chills of their aftermath. A little sigh escaped his lips when Sam closed his eyes for a moment. He felt utterly spent and couldn’t believe the stickiness he felt on his thighs. Had he really become that wet? Wow. There was not much time to think about it though, since the baby inside of his belly was moving around a lot more than before. Well, maybe he just hadn’t realized it that much while his mind had been clouded due to the awesome sex with. But right now he felt the baby kicking so much it felt nearly uncomfortable. Its movements made his belly visibly bulge out at the spots it kicked and he felt as if his skin would start tearing, so Sam gave a moan.
“Are you okay, Sammy,” Dean immediately picked up on his brother’s discomfort and turned his head sideways to watch him closely. He gulped when he saw the movement beneath Sam’s pale, smooth skin and tentatively reached out a hand to place it on top of the baby bump. “I’m sorry you’re uncomfortable, babe,” he apologized, feeling guilty because their child was bothering his brother that much. Pressing soft kisses to Sam’s temple, he soothingly rubbed his brother’s belly, hoping it would calm the baby down somewhat.
“It must have gotten your strength,” Sam replied with a little grin. He also reached out to caress his belly. “It’s very active today….”
Dean smiled into Sam’s hair. “If the baby’s giving you so much trouble, it might be a boy…” he mused. “Do you want it to be a boy or a girl? Well, I know that we can’t choose but… You know, what would you like better if we could?”
The younger brother smiled and gently poked his belly at the spot, which currently was bulging out because of another movement of their baby. His facial expression turned into a somewhat cute but thoughtful one. “I should be saying I don’t care as long as the baby’s going to be healthy, but… I’d like it to be a boy,” he admitted a little hesitant.
“That’s okay,” the older Winchester assured with a smile in his voice. “I’d like to have a boy, too. I remember you as a baby and a toddler, so I think I know how to deal with a baby boy.” He craned his neck to press a quick kiss to the corner of Sam’s mouth.
In return to this action, Sam’s lips turned into a beautiful smile. He loved the way Dean was showing how much he loved him. “I’d love a girl, too, but… I want it to be a little baby boy because of you, Dean,” he whispered while he looked at his belly, which he tenderly kept on caressing.
“Anyway we both will love the little one,” Dean murmured adoringly. “And I like to be surprised.”
“Dean…” Sam’s brown orbs locked with his brother’s eyes and suddenly they were watering. Despite the fact that the younger brother kept on smiling, tears rolled down his cheeks. A little ashamed about the sudden emotional outburst, Sam looked away from his lover and held his gaze fixed onto his baby belly.
Gently rubbing away the tears glistening on Sam’s face, Dean pulled him closer to his chest. “Don’t cry, Sammy. It’ll be alright. The baby will be fine and we will be more than happy, once he or she is here.”
“I’m not sad, Dean,” Sam tried to explain. “I don’t know where the tears are coming from…”
“It’s okay,” the older brother assured once more and cradled Sam’s head to his shoulder. “I guess we can both use some rest after this day,” he told Sam. The day had really been exhausting on a physical and psychological level.
“Yeah… we should sleep,” Sam agreed. He took the blanket and tugged it over their bodies. “It’s time for you to catch some sleep, too, Baby!” Sam whispered and rubbed his belly as he closed his eyes. Although the storm had made their journey worse and his body had ached a lot when they had arrived at Collin’s place Sam felt weirdly relieved and at ease. Maybe it was just because he was able to sleep in a soft bed. It did him good to just enjoy the comfort of having a roof over his head. It made him feel like a bit more safety was provided to Dean, the baby and him. Hell, he would love to stay.
Chapter 9