Fic: "Let's Get This SHOW On The Road" (2/2) - 5th in the "show"-'verse
Title: "Let's Get This SHOW On The Road"
Author: mpregloveranon
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: NC-17 pwp, Mpreg, belly!kink, graphic birth
Disclaimer: We just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to CW, Kripke and whoever else rightfully is making money with them.
Summary: This is the 5th installment of the "show"-'verse that started with "I'll SHOW You Santa!" a long time ago. Sam is now nine months pregnant, about to pop and feeling generally sore and tired, so Dean decides to help him relay a bit.
Okay guys, this is kind of an additional scene for all of you who like to read graphic births just as much as I do. As vanster23 isn't really into writing those she gave me permission to go solo on this one. ;) This part is also the answer to another prompt in the spnkink_meme that can be found here, so if you aren't into graphic birth scenes don't read (the rest of the 'verse will make perfect sense without this) or at least check out the prompt for the warnings. ;)
Pervious Part: 1
Snuggled up into Dean’s side, Sam had been able to sleep through the first few hours of labor but then the contractions had gotten harder. Waking up to a particularly strong pain in his lower half, Sam looked around and found his brother gone. “Dean?” He grunted, holding his contracting belly with one hand while trying to lift himself up into a sitting position with the other.
Dean had woken a couple of hours earlier to Jesse’s crying in the room next door, so he had left Sam sleeping and picked up their oldest son from his crib to nurse and change him. Then he had played with him for a while until he heard Sam calling his name. Setting the nine-months-old in his playpen and gave him his favorite teddy bear and the red toy car. “Let me check on your daddy for a sec. I’ll be right back with you, kiddo.” He told the grinning baby and quickly kissed his head before hurrying into the master bedroom to see what Sam needed.
“Dean…” The younger man sighed as his lover walked into the room and was instantly at his side.
Carding his fingers through his brother’s hair, Dean carefully sat down on the edge of the bed. “How’re you holding up, Sammy?” He asked calmly, concern evident in his voice.
Sam looked a bit nervous now, even if he had sounded quite confident earlier when labor had started. “The pains are getting stronger and I feel kinda weird…” He admitted timidly.
“What do you mean? Are you nauseous or anything?” Dean asked with a frown, still stroking his lover’s head affectionately.
“A bit but I can feel the baby moving down, I guess… It feels really… weird.” He explained looking green around the edges.
Nodding in understand, Dean reached for the thin sheet covering Sam’s body. “Can I take a look to see how fast labor’s progressing?” He gave his brother a small smile when he nodded and pulled the sheets aside. Then he gently bent Sam’s knees, planting his feet flat on the mattress to give him a clear look at his brother’s birth channel.
“Can I…” Sam’s face scrunched up as the next contraction filled his body. “PUSH?”
Dean gulped as he saw that Sam’s hole was indeed gaping wide. “Let’s get this show on the road” his brother’s voice echoed in his head, when he realized that Sam clearly looked fully dilated or at least very close to the necessary ten centimeters. “Yeah, you can push but be careful…” He told his brother, soothingly rubbing the inside of his leg.
Biting his lower lip to keep himself from screaming, Sam started to bear down and a new wave of nausea washed over him as he felt the baby shift further down and the pressure at his hole increase drastically.
“Try to breathe through the pain, Sammy. It’ll be over in a few seconds…” Dean whispered calmly, his eyes fixed on his brother’s stretching entrance that was gradually bulging out as he pushed.
“Arghhhhh!” The younger Winchester groaned in discomfort but then collapsed back onto the bed, breathing heavily.
“I know it hurts but the baby’s about to start crowning, Sammy. That means it won’t be much longer now.” Dean tried to encourage his brother when an idea popped into his head and he bent over to retrieve the lube from the nightstand.
Sam craned his neck to follow his brother’s movements with his eyes. “What are you doing?” Another pain started flaring deep inside his lower belly and spreading down his legs. “Owww!” He cried out at the new stabbing pain and bolted upright again to get into pushing position.
“Breathe, Sammy.” Dean’s voice was warm and soothing as he poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and gently touched them to Sam’s stretching hole, rubbing the cool gel around the outer rim. “This might help to ease the burn.” He tentatively pushed one fingertip inside and started circling it inside the stretched muscle ring.
The contraction left him panting for breath. “Keep… going…” He asked tiredly as he gathered his strength for the next round of pushing.
Dean felt terrible for having put Sam in that position. He had never been able to watch his baby brother suffering and knowing that he was responsible for Sam’s pain made it even worse to witness. “Okay, try to relax for a second.” He softly instructed and squeezed more lube right into his lover’s gaping entrance, carefully inserting two fingers to push the slick substance around before he felt Sam’s clench up around his digits.
Grunting deep in his throat, Sam got ready to bear down again and hissed at the pressure inside him. “Too big!”
“No, Sammy, it’ll be okay. You’re doing great! Just keep pushing with the contractions and the baby will be here really soon.” Dean promised, rubbing the inside of his brother’s left thigh while watching the growing bulge between his spread legs. His eyebrows shot up in surprise when he noticed that Sam’s water hadn’t broken, yet, and that he could see the amniotic sac swelling up right at his brother’s stretched out entrance. He was still trying to figure out what to do about that when a loud outcry ripped free from Sam’s throat and the thin membrane ripped open, expelling the amniotic fluid in a quick gush. Dean saw the frightened look on his brother’s pale face and immediately tried to calm him down. “It’s okay, your water just broke. Everything is okay.” He felt the twins inside his own swollen belly start to kick up a storm and moved his free hand to his own six months pregnant stomach to rub circles into the tight stretched skin in an attempt to soothe the babies as well.
The pains were not only coming faster but were also lasting longer, so that Sam started seeing dark spots dancing in his vision when he forgot to breathe during contractions. “’s the head out?” He asked with pain written all over his sweaty face.
“Not, yet, but I can already see it, Sammy. Our new baby has your dark hair.” Dean answered with a small but genuine smile tugging at his lips. “You’ll probably get it out with the next two contractions and once the baby’s head is out, it’s all…”
“This shit… HURTSSS!” Sam shouted as his body instinctively started pushing once again.
There was a thin but steady stream of blood, trickling out of Sam’s well-stretched birth channel and it worried and aroused Dean in equal parts. Not able to take his eyes off the gaping hole that was very slowly being breached by their baby’s head, he kept murmuring encouragements to Sam. “The head’s coming! Keep pushing, Sammy. You’re doing so well.”
“Oh GOD!” The younger man cried out one more time, grabbing hold of his bent knees and bearing down hard. He could feel the baby’s head breaching his burning entrance as it started slipping out of his body and even though the pain and effort was making him nauseous again, he kept pushing all through the contraction.
Dean’s eyes were big as saucers as he watched his brother’s hole stretch even wider. Acting on pure instinct, he cautiously touched the top of the baby’s head and then gently pushed the tight stretched skin of Sam’s abused hole back, to help their baby slip free. “You’re doing great, Sammy!”
The vein on Sam’s forehead looked as if it would burst any second, when he only took a very deep breath and continued to push with the next contraction. He was still gritting his teeth to keep from screaming but he couldn’t contain the low guttural groans as the small, dark haired head gradually slipped free. His body was trembling with the strain but the next labor pain was already wrecking through him and there was no use in trying to fight the urge to bear down because his body wasn’t listening to him any longer at this point. Panting for air and groaning in distress, he let go of his knees and pushed down on top of his still hugely distended stomach with both hands.
“Sammy, it’s almost out.” Dean’s voice was full of awe. “You’re doing so well, Sammy! Just keep pushing. Two more contractions tops…”
A small shoulder slid out of Sam, quickly followed by a second before finally the rest of the baby’s body was delivered with a wet sounding noise and another gush of blood and amniotic fluid. He felt completely exhausted but reached down and pulled the child onto his chest instinctively.
The little boy was still covered in gunk but his tiny mouth was already moving as if he was trying to tell his daddy that he was hungry, so Sam held him to his nipple and watched in amazement how he immediately latched on and started suckling away happily.
Rendered speechless by the peaceful scene of Sam, all pale and sweaty from pushing, nursing their second son, Dean’s eyes wandered over his brother’s beautiful body. “You are amazing, Sammy!” He whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion, and returned Sam’s tired grin with a bright, loving smile.
After a few seconds he remembered that his brother wasn’t done, yet, the umbilical cord still connecting their baby to Sam and disappearing inside his widely, gaping hole. The sight of Sam’s obscenely stretched out hole, still leaking birth fluids, ignited an unexpected spark of lust inside Dean. His eyes were drawn to the sloppy hole as he imagined how it would be able to take in his whole fist without resistance after being stretched so incredibly wide by their son’s head and body. Feeling his cock start to fill with blood, the actual picture in front of him and the mental one getting him really horny within seconds, Dean groaned low in his throat and licked his lips unconsciously.
Sam was so mesmerized by the sensation of finally holding his baby in his arms that he had almost forgotten Dean’s presence and he hissed in surprise, when he felt his brother’s warm palm touch his now deflating belly.
“You look so beautiful.” Dean rasped, gently stroking the warm, puffy flesh on his lover’s midsection as his eyes roamed from Sam’s smiling face down his tired body and back to his gaping entrance. The sheets between his baby brother’s legs were a mess, soiled with amniotic fluids, blood and gunk as Dean started gently massaging Sam’s now soft belly with one hand, watching more fluids leak out of him. His cock was so hard that the older Winchester could feel it throbbing in time with his heartbeat. “You still have to deliver the afterbirth. Let me help you.” He whispered and smiled when he noticed the soothing effect the gentle massage had on Sam, who had his eyes closed and was sighing in delight.
He continued to rub and tenderly knead Sam’s soft, puffy belly, feeling himself get more worked up by the second, until his balls drew tight and a warm tingling deep in his own hugely distended belly announced his impending orgasm. Squeezing his eyes shut, he came with a husky groan, creaming his snug boxer shorts without even having touched himself.
Maybe it was the sound of his brother’s orgasm or the feeling of something wet and shapeless being expelled from his body that roused Sam from his peaceful daze. He slowly opened his eyes to meet Dean’s bright green ones, pupils still blown wide, staring back at him full of love and awe. The blush high on Dean’s cheeks said it all and Sam couldn’t help himself and laughed gently at his horny, big brother. “You really have a birth kink, don’t you, Dean?” He asked, tired but amused.
Dean was going to apologize but saw the laughter in his brother’s eyes and instead leaned in for a soft and affectionate kiss. He had never thought that a weird fertility spell would ever make him feel this happy. Leaning back, he looked deep into Sam’s eyes for a moment before remembering that he had left Jesse alone in the playpen. “Will you two be okay for a sec? I gotta get a scalpel to…” He motioned to the baby’s cord that still hadn’t been cut. “And I have to get Jesse because he’s all excited to meet his baby brother.” He added with a smirk.
“Lucas…” Sam replied, stroking the now slumbering infants head, as he gently moved him away from his sore nipple. “I think he looks like a Lucas.”
“Lucas Winchester…” Dean said, trying the name out and grinning instantly. “I like it.” He was about to turn around and leave the room again, when Sam’s voice made him halt.
“Maybe you’ll change out of those sticky boxers, too.” Sam smirked knowingly and winked at his big brother.
The End