Fic: Triple XY Or The Hunter, His Bitch And Their Offspring (2/4)
Title: Triple XY Or The Hunter, His Bitch And Their Offspring
Author: mpregloveranon
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Wincest, Mpreg, est-relatinship, bottom!Sam, graphic birth, hurting!Sam, caring!Dean, schmoop, kid!fic; There will be an additional and very kinky part inserted into one of the regular chapters later on but the story will make sense without reading that part if anyone isn’t into pwp!
Disclaimer: I just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to CW, Kripke and whoever else rightfully is making money with them.
Summary: This is the answer to this Halloween!Prompt over at the spnkink_meme. Without reveal to much already I’ll just keep the summary really short.
After being cursed Sam is knocked up by his brother. On Halloween he is heavily pregnant with triplets and completely miserable. Dean feels sorry for his baby brother, especially because he pissed the witch off who cursed Sam, and takes good care of him.
Throw in raging hormones, some schmoop, some angst and cute little kids and you’ll get the idea what this fic is about. ;)
Previous Chapters: 1
23th December 2009
Another ten weeks passed without Sam showing any signs of going into labour. The protection charm he had gotten from Bobby was apparently more powerful then they thought and ensured that the babies wouldn’t be born premature even if that usually was normal for multiples. The doctor was quite baffled that the young hunter’s body was able to accommodate the three growing babies for so long but didn’t see any reason to induce labour as long as father and children were fine.
Even if the doc said that he was physically well Sam felt anything but. He had been bedridden for over two months now. Dean had been by his side 24/7 tending to his needs and wishes as best as he could but that didn’t do anything to improve Sam’s cranky mood. He was big as a house by now. His belly was so large that he could barely touch his fingertips together in front of it and his brother had to keep rubbing lotion into the grotesquely stretched out skin every few hours to prevent it from rubbing raw against Sam’s upper thighs when he was sitting up.
Since reaching the 36 weeks mark his lower back had been hurting constantly no matter how often Dean gave him massages. Bobby had done some research and found a nasty tasting herbal tea that actually dulled the pain pretty well but at the same time made Sam pee every other hour which was really annoying because he had to rely on his brother’s help to get up and waddle the ten steps that separated their bed from the toilet at snail pace. Every trip to the bathroom made him sweat and pant in complete exhaustion but he stubbornly refused to get a catheter.
Dean crawled into bed next to him and kissed his temple lovingly. “I talked to doc Vaughn and he said that he’s going to get the babies tomorrow evening so we can all enjoy our first Christmas together.”
Sam nodded dazedly almost asleep already. He had convinced his brother to make him an extra strong tea in order to help him sleep trough the whole night for a change without waking up to drink another cup. He had even chewed down some of the herbs without Dean’s knowledge and now he felt a little dizzy and weightless but completely painless at the same time.
“Okay, then let’s get some rest before our big day.” The older brother murmured and kissed his lover’s forehead before shutting off the lights.
*
Christmas Eve 2009
The first thing he noticed was wetness. He instantly opened his eyes and saw that the sun was already up but Sam still snored peacefully next to him in bed. The tea apparently had knocked his brother out big time leaving him so out of it that he had wet the bed instead of waking up when nature called.
“Wake up, Sammy!” Even though he didn’t like to wake his lover from his much needed sleep he still had to put dry sheets on their bed. Gently shaking the sleeping man’s shoulder he got out of bed himself.
Feeling the insistent hand on his shoulder Sam finally cracked one eye open and moaned. “What?”
Dean was squatting next to the bed to be eye level with him. “Sorry, but I have to change the sheets.”
Suddenly the younger hunter became aware of the wetness under his lower body. “Oh god, did I do this?” This was really humiliating even if his brother didn’t crack any jokes.
“It’s okay. I guess the tea I made for you was a little too strong and you didn’t wake up when your bladder was full.” He gave him a quick peck on the lips and held out his hands. “Let’s get you into the rocking chair so I can change the bedding.”
His head still felt kind of fuzzy and his whole body heavy as lead. “Feel like a beached whale.” The pregnant man groaned when he had managed to lower his feet onto the floor. His first attempt at standing up failed because his knees buckled but Dean wrapped his arms tightly around him and gently pulled him to his feet.
“There you go. Now let’s move you to the rocker.”
Trying to take a first step towards the chair he felt an incredible pressure on his anus. “Argh!” Worried eyes stared at him questioningly. “Toilet!” He panted gripping his massive belly with both hands.
Seeing the colour slowly drain from his brother’s face Dean guided him as fast as his heavy, pregnant body allowed to the bathroom. The older hunter pulled the boxer shorts, in which his lover had slept, down with a swift tug and was about to help him sit down on the toilet seat when he saw the blood stains on the discarded underwear. “Damn it!”
“What is it?” Sam was trying to lower himself down but his brother kept him standing. “I really have to go, Dean!”
“I don’t think this is a bowel moment, Sammy.” He locked eyes with his brother willing him to stay calm. “I’m gonna touch you down there, so don’t freak out, okay?”
The pressure was increasing with every second that passed and his knees were giving out but he nodded nonetheless trusting that everything would be okay if Dean was with him.
With shaky fingers the older Winchester felt his way between his lover’s legs and finally touched his obscenely bulged out opening. Sam seemed to be fully dilated and the first baby’s head was already crowning. There was no time to start thinking about how this could be possible so Dean pushed that question back for later and tried to concentrate on what to do next. “Okay, stay calm, Sammy. The babies are coming.”
“WHAT? I’m in labour?” Terror was written all over the pale features.
“Don’t freak out now.” Dean wasn’t feeling all that calm himself but someone had to keep it together and his brother looked about to start hyperventilating. “Let’s get you into the tub.” They had read something about the advantages of water births sometime and back then Sam had been inclined to have one if he could give birth naturally. Now that choice was kind of made by the urgency of their current situation. They were in the bathroom and Dean was pretty sure that his brother wouldn’t be able to walk back to their bed.
As careful as possible the older brother lowered his trembling lover into the Jacuzzi-sized tub and started running a bath. “Breath, Sammy. In… and out.” He coached in a soft voice. “Everything’s gonna be fine. Are you in any…”
Sam cut him off with a loud scream. “Oh my God!” His face scrunched up and he gripped his knees bearing down hard.
Dean felt completely worthless all of a sudden. He new the basics of how the delivery would go down but no amount of research could have prepared him for watching his baby brother panting and groaning in distress while trying to push their children out of his body. Unconsciously he started to card his finger through Sam’s damp hair. “I’m sorry, Sammy. So sorry.” He whispered almost inaudibly next to his brother’s ear.
Suddenly Sam let go of his knees and sagged back against the tub drawing in a deep breath. That made Dean snap out of it. “How bad is the pain, Sammy?” Even if his brother had looked pretty distressed while pushing he didn’t seem to be in too much pain.
“No pain… Just… have to push.” He panted out of breath.
The herbal concoction he had drunk was still dulling the labour pains as it seemed. Dean was grateful for that small favour but seeing his brother shoot forward again filled him with new anxiety. He saw a mop of blond hair emerge between his brother spread legs. “You’re doing great, Sammy. The head’s almost out! Keep breathing, baby.”
He kept pushing until the strong urge to do so abated. His body was still numb from Bobby’s magical brew and therefore he didn’t perceive the contractions as pains but more as a pressure from deep within his body. “’s it out?”
The older brother kept carding his finger through his hair and stroking his face soothingly. “No, but the next push should do the trick.” He knew he should call doc Vaughn but he couldn’t bring himself to leave Sam alone not even for the few seconds it would take to get his cell phone from the nightstand. So he crouched down next to the tub and prayed that the delivery would go smoothly.
The next contraction filled Sam’s body and he pushed with all his might. He could feel the small head passing though his stretched opening and then felt something give.
Dean almost jumped in surprise as suddenly the first baby slid out of his lover’s body. Flashing into action he pulled the tiny boy out of the tepid water and placed the wailing child into Sam’s waiting arms. Loosing no time he grabbed their first aid kit out of the cabinet over the sink and unwrapped a clean scalpel. Kneeling down next to the bathtub he reached for the baby’s cord and cut it separating their son from Sam.
“He’s beautiful!” Sam whispered in awe all distress forgotten for a moment. He gave his lover a tired but genuine smile and passed their son back into his arms.
The older Winchester returned the smile with wet eyes and kissed his lover. After quickly wrapping their oldest son into a clean towel he took position next to Sam again. “How’re you holding out?”
He leaned back trying to catch his breath before the urge to push came back. “I’m okay.”
“Let me check if the next baby’s already crowning.” Cradling the first child to his chest he bent forward to examine his lover’s hole when the younger man adopted pushing position again.
“IT IS!” Sam cried out while bearing down once more. He knew that the other two babies would have to come out fast. The first baby had stretched his birth canal enough and therefore his brothers should slide out easier.
Between the first baby’s crying, Sam’s moaning and the bathwater slowly turning pink Dean found himself on the verge of tears. This was nothing like they had pictured their sons’ birth. They should be in doc Vaughn’s clinic with proper help and all the machines that might be necessary if something went wrong. What could he do if Sam haemorrhaged or if one of the babies wasn’t breathing? “Please, don’t die!” He wasn’t even aware of having said it out loud until Sam gripped his bicep tightly and locked eyes with him while still pushing. All he could see was determination in his brother’s stare and it gave him faith that all five of them would be okay.
Trying to assure himself and his brother he reached out a shaking hand and stroked the rock hard belly sticking out of the water. When Sam started pushing again he could feel the babies shift under the taut skin. “You are amazing, Sammy! C’mon you can do this. The head is almost out, baby.”
Listening to his brother’s gentle coaching the younger hunter gathered all his strength for the next push and felt the second baby’s head slipping out of him. He wanted to keep bearing down but had to stop in order to take in a few deep breaths before the pressure in his lower body started building up once more. With a low groan he pushed his second son into the world.
Dean was alert enough to put the older baby down onto the small rug next to the tub and pull the new addition to their family out of the cooling water. “Another boy.” He stated stupidly before the baby began to wail.
This time Sam didn’t get any break from pushing because the last baby had been hot on his brother’s heels as it seemed. He was beyond exhausted at this point but the urge to push was too strong to be ignored. “Get OUT!” Pushing as hard as he could Sam reached between his trembling legs and touched the head of the baby feeling it leave his body and sliding into his hands. He pulled the tiny child against his chest heaving for much needed oxygen.
Dean was cutting the youngest baby’s cord when suddenly doc Vaughn stepped into the bathroom.
The doctor took a few seconds to asses the situation he had just walked into. Two pink-faced newborns, one wrapped in a towel, the other not, lay on the rug next to a squatting Dean who was cutting the cord from a third infant cradled against Sam’s heaving chest. He couldn’t say anything definite before examining father and children closely but they all looked pretty healthy if exhausted.
“Doc…” Sam croaked out between panting breaths. He was pale, his face was covered in sweat and his eyes were a little glassy but he seemed to be alert.
“Guess I missed out on the exciting part.” Vaughn commented with a warm grin before picking the naked baby boy up while Dean lifted the oldest baby into his arms.
“Why are you here?” Dean was thankful that Vaughn had showed up but was nonetheless intrigued by his timing.
“I tried to call you several times and you didn’t answer.” The doc explained his unexpected visit. “Good thing that you gave me the emergency key.” He moved towards to younger of the two men. “How are you feeling, Sam?”
“Beat but… happy.”
“Okay. Let’s get you all out of here and into the bedroom so I can take a look at you and the babies.”
“When Dean saw the tired but happy smile forming on his brother’s face he knew that everything would be okay now.
*
Part 3