Fic: "Let's Use That Time Wisely" (4/5)
Title: "Let’s Use That Time Wisely"
Author: mpregloveranon
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Wincest, double Mpreg, de-aged!boys, raging hormones, bottom!Sam, hurt!Sam, hurt!Dean, graphic birth and some fluff at the end; mark to see Spoilers for other kinks: pregnant sex, kind of underage sex, blowjobs, enema!kink, fingering, buttplugs, cock-rings, food play, sixty-nine, male-lactation!kink, dirty talk, scar!kink
Disclaimer: I just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to CW, Kripke and whoever else rightfully is making money with them.
Summary: It’s Halloween and both guys are heavily pregnant. Dean wants to go out hunting but Sam manages to persuade him into staying inside where it’s safe but it turns out they didn’t need to go outside to get into trouble.
This story is an answer to a prompt over here.
Previous Chapters: 1 2 3
Dean did his best to support his trembling brother’s hips while gently pulling out but Sam let out another pained scream. “Calm down, Sammy. Please don’t panic, baby.”
Struggling to get up from his reclined position he helped a ghastly white Sam off the bed and led the shivering teen to the bathroom.
“Lean on me, Sammy.” He calmly instructed and placed the younger boy’s arms around his own shoulders. “Breathe, baby. In… and out… Just breathe through the pain.” He coached when he once more saw his brother’s face screw up in pain.
“Hurtssss…”
“It’s gonna be okay, Sammy. I promise!” He reassured in a very soft voice trying to ignore his own aching back and the increasingly faster coming Braxton Hicks he was experiencing at the same time. “I’m gonna reach down and check if you’re dilating.” Shaking with nerves he blindly reached between Sam’s legs and felt for his entrance. He let out a shocked breath when he felt the bulging out opening.
He had to pull himself together. “Sammy?” He tried to get through to his groaning brother who was increasing the grip on his shoulders while another contraction filled his fragile body. Red-rimmed eyes looked up into his and he had trouble keeping his voice steady. “The baby’s coming. There’s nothing we can do about that so let’s get you back on the bed.”
They had read that water births would ease the labour pains and facilitate the birth somehow but Dean wasn’t sure if Sammy could walk to the bathroom and he certainly couldn’t carry him there. Therefore he tried to make his brother as comfortable as possible on their bed and then rushed out of the room to get some important items they had already bought for their babies’ births.
Leaving his hurting brother alone even if it was only for a couple of minutes was really hard but he had no other choice. With every step the spasms in his own belly seemed to become worse which had to be the whole stress.
Sam was screaming his lungs out and pulling his legs against his chest bearing down hard when he came back into their bedroom. He squatted down next to his suffering lover as best as he could manage with his full and heavy belly in front of him.
“Breathe, baby.” He instructed and stroked the sweaty bangs out of Sam’s face.
“I can’t do it!” The younger boy cried frantically. “It’s too big… won’t fit through… my pelvis.”
Dean carefully touched the bulging hole feeling the head of the baby crowning.
“I can feel the head. It already fit through. Now you have to push real hard with the next few contractions and the head will be out.”
“Aaaargh.” Sam gritted his teeth pushing with all he had and squeezing Dean’s hand forcefully.
“That’s it, Sammy. You’re doing great! Keep bre… Aaah!” A sharp pain went through his lower abdomen and he felt liquid splash out of him. “Oh no, not now!” He cursed loudly. He had to focus on Sammy and help him deliver the baby.
On Sam’s next push the head of the baby slipped out of him. “Oh my god!” He panted in agitation trying to get ready for the next push.
“It’s all down hill now, baby.” The older boy assured touching his own grotesquely bulging out hole. He had to let go of his brother’s hand in order to brace himself against the edge of the mattress as his legs felt about to give out under him.
“DEAN!” With an agonized yell the younger Winchester felt the rest of his baby’s body slip out of him. He felt drained but instinctively reached for the small, dark haired child and pulled it onto his chest. The little face instantly scrunched up as the baby, who was still attached to him, started to cry.
Dean could see his lover cradling their firstborn in his arms but wasn’t able to enjoy the scene. He felt like he was being split in two from the inside out.
“Dean?” Now that his pain had subsided to dull spasms preparing the expulsion of the after birth Sam noticed that his brother apparently was in labour, too.
The older boy blindly reached between his legs and felt for the baby’s head with shaking fingers. “Headisalmostout.”
“Oh my god, Dean!”
He was in so much pain that he didn’t even register his brother’s worried voice. Leaning his naked back against the nightstand for support he once more reached between his legs to catch the baby and prevent it from falling onto the floor.
The next contraction helped him push the head and one shoulder out. With one last weak push the baby finally slipped into his waiting hands and his legs gave out letting him hit the carpeted floor painfully.
“Dean? Please, talk to me.” Sam sounded terrified by now.
“It’sa boy.” He panted breathlessly but fiercely held onto the screaming child.
Sam took to scalpel out of the first aid kit Dean had placed next to him and determinedly cut the first baby’s, also a boy as he just then noticed, cord. He quickly wiped to blood and gunk from his tiny face with a corner of the bed sheets and placed the still fussing baby on the bed next to himself awkwardly bending down to cut their second son’s cord.
Without complaining Dean passed the chubby, blond baby boy into his other father’s out stretched arms.
After placing their second child next to his brother Sam determinedly reached out for Dean. With their combined efforts the older boy managed to crawl onto the bed as well.
The lay there in absolute silence for a minute or two both with tears of relief and gratitude in their eyes before Sam leaned in for a quick loving kiss. “We did it.”
“Yeah, we did it, Sammy!”
Sam picked up the older baby and gently placed him in Dean’s arms then picking up the second baby and starting to nurse him.
Both baby boys latched onto the respecting nipples offered to them instantly and suckled greedily for a few minutes while both parents were so exhausted that they didn’t even notice how the now useless placentas slipped out of their deflating bodies.
After their sons seemed to be satisfied the hunters placed the already slumbering babies between themselves and all four Winchesters were dead to the world within seconds.
*
A few hours later Sam and Dean jerked out off their sleep with one word on their lips. “Trickster!” They panted in unison as that smug bastard’s face had just appeared on the back of their closed eyelids. Their first coherent thought went to their sons who were still soundly asleep between them.
“You’re you!” The older hunter spurted out in surprise at seeing his brother and lover back in his twenty-six-year-old body.
Sam smiled genuinely at him and touched his unshaven cheek gently. “Yeah, we’re back to normal.”
They shared a short kiss for comfort before the older baby started to wail indicating he was hungry again.
“Guess you weren’t that far behind me after all, Sammy.” He chuckled lowly picking up the child and guiding it to his leaking nipple. Indeed the baby was small but didn’t look premature at all looking around with big still unfocussed blue eyes.
The younger man held their second sons to his chest as soon as the kid opened equally curious green eyes. “Guess so… Maybe you just looked bigger because you were eating all the time.” He teased good-heartedly.
“That was not my fault.” Dean tried to look indignant while pointing at the child he had carried. “It went all straight to that chubby little dude.”
They both started to laugh until Sam’s gaze fell upon the hand-written note that lay next to him on the mattress. “Who thought you’d be going at it like Duracell bunnies instead of falling back asleep and breaking the spell… Couldn’t undo it with you two awake. Sorry for the mess.” He read out loud with a furrowed brow.
“So it was the tricksters doing, then?” Dean looked around noticing that the mess their room had looked like when they had fallen asleep was gone. They had been so weak that they had collapsed in the middle of soiled sheets and gunk but now the bedding around them had been replaced and the whole roomed had a fresh and clean smell to it. “Looks like he sent the room service in, too.”
“Seems like it’s meant as an apology.” The younger hunter mused detecting the two assembled cribs at the wall opposite their bed as well as the changing table with all kinds of baby stuff on it.
“Wow, he threw a baby shower, too.” Dean shifted a little and noticed that he didn’t feel the faintest bit sore. “Sammy, how’re you feeling?” He frowned at his lover.
“Good.” The younger hunter answered surprised by the undertone of question.
“Don’t you think that you should be aching like hell and sore after just giving birth?”
“Oh.” Now he understood what his big brother was getting at. Indeed he was feeling perfectly well and rested even if he had just gone though a painful and exhausting labour and delivery. He looked down at his naked self. Besides the fact that his abdomen was still slightly bulged out feeling soft under his tentatively probing fingers nothing indicated the stress his body had gone through only a few hours ago. “He healed us.” He stated in wonder.
Dean nodded and stood up from their bed and went over to the cribs. “Look their names are on the beds.”
As a matter of fact there were both male baby names the brother had picked out carved into the wooden headboards of the cribs. Sam smiled gently putting their younger son into one of the cribs. “You look like a Daniel.”
His older brother smirked proudly at their eldest son even though the baby was once more asleep. “That makes you Sean.” He reached down and laid the infant in the respective crib pulling up the covers around his small naked body.
Wordlessly Sam followed his example with Daniel and then kissed his lover affectionately on his full red lips.
“You know, even though it was kinda terrifying and it hurt like hell, I’m happy the Trickster didn’t interfere with their births.” The younger man confessed hoarsely. “They are a miracle!”
Dean pulled him in for another passionate kiss. “Yes, they are.”
They held each other for a few moments dwelling on the feeling of skin on skin and wordlessly thanking the witches until the older hunter broke silence. “While he was at it, that bastard of a demi-god could also have gotten rid of all the stretched out skin.” He poked the pudgy flesh on his deflated belly for emphasis.
Sam smiled at his lover’s statement. “I kinda like it and I think I still have some of those horny teenage hormones in my system. How ‘bout you?”
Damn! Smug and horny Sam was irresistible. Dean gave him his own patented eyebrow waggle and pulled him back towards the bed. “The little ones’ll be hungry in a few hours. Let’s use that time wisely.” He quoted teenage!Sam and gripped his fertility charm on a second thought. “Let’s take these off now. I think two kids will keep us busy enough.”
With that said they both fell onto the bed in an eager tangle of limbs.
Epilogue
Author's Note: First of all thanks to everybody who has been reading and commenting! You guys are awesome and give me a reason to cut down on my sleep in order to write more. ;)
There's still one last and very kinky chapter to be posted. I was about to finish the story after this one but my friend vanster23 (sorry but I didn't get the LJ User Link working) inspired and convinced me to write an epilogue. So either read the next part, which will be posted tomorrow or the day after, or consider this the ending of the fic. ;) No matter what you decide it would be great if you could let me know what you think about the story.