Fic: Triple XY Or The Hunter, His Bitch And Their Offspring (3/4)

Oct 21, 2009 18:11


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   2

Halloween 2013

“Are you sure you don’t want us to stay with you?” Dean asked his brother for the umpteenth time that day and it was only 2 pm. “I talked to the Chipmunks and they say they’re cool with skipping ‘trick-or-treating’ this year.”

Sam nodded vehemently. He had no idea what kind of deal his brother had made with their almost four-year-old sons to talk them out of going ‘trick-or-treating’ but he didn’t want to keep their kids from having fun. “I’ll be fine if you leave me alone for a few hours. Doc Vaughn and Bobby are both positive that the protection amulet will have me going full-term again. He patted his distended stomach for emphasis. “Me and these three will kick back a little while you take the boys candy hunting.”

The second pregnancy had been an even bigger shock than the first one four years ago. After the triplets’ birth Bobby had declared the spell broken and doc Vaughn had checked Sam over and confirmed that his womb was degenerating therefore everybody had been completely surprised when the ex-hunter had started having morning sickness again.

Compared to the first pregnancy Sam had been feeling much better the second time around.

They had found out that he was once more carrying triplets pretty soon. The odds to have two sets of identical triplets were almost none but maybe that had something to do with the spell the witch had cast on Sam. After finding out that he had knocked Sam up with multiples again Dean had instantly made an appointment for a vasectomy with doc Vaughn. He loved all of his kids but six were definitely enough.

Like a good little boy-scout Sam had closely monitored his food intake during this pregnancy. It had been really hard work to get back in shape after the boys had been born and besides that he didn’t want to risk gestational diabetes or any other problems that excessive weight gain could cause.

He was now eight and a half months pregnant and even though pretty big not even close to what he had looked like four years ago. Another positive aspect of his healthy diet was that he didn’t feel as tired as he remembered being the first time around. He was also more mobile and hadn’t been restricted to bed rest yet. The only thing that was a little annoying was the fact that the herbal tea which had helped him with his sore back made him nauseous now.

Dean was still waiting for him to change his mind but finally admitted defeat. “Alright, I’ll drive them into town, take them on a quick tour and we’ll be back ASAP.”

“Take your time. I won’t go anywhere.” Sam joked good-naturedly.

When he had started showing about five months ago they had moved into a bigger house on the outskirts of Dells Rapid, South Dakota, to stay close to doc Vaughn and Bobby. He had been forced to quit the job at the local library which he had gotten after the triplets had started kindergarten. Since then he had basically been hiding inside their house to not draw attention to himself while Dean worked at a garage. The few neighbours they had were mainly elderly but thankfully open-minded people who took them for a gay couple that had used a surrogate mother to have kids.

“Fine. Do you want to see the awesome matching costumes we bought?” Dean smirked smugly.

Sam could hear their sons whispering to each other in the corridor and laughed. “Matching costumes… hmm… Let me guess as what they are going… I know it! They are Huey, Dewey and Louie and you’re Scrooge McDuck.”

“No!” One of the boys probably Eric, who was the youngest, answered and was instantly shushed by his brothers.

“Better.” Dean smirked again. “More Superhero than three little ducks.”

“Hmm… Then they’re the Power Puff Girls.” Sam exclaimed with exaggerated enthusiasm.

“NO, DADDY!” Sean, their eldest, shouted in indignation running into the room closely followed by Ryan and Eric. Each one of them was wearing a batman costume save the black masks which they still held in their little hands.

“They’re no Superheroes, they’re girls.” Ryan, who always had to show off how smart he was, pointed out to his daddy.

“And girls suck!” Sean added with a disgusted frown. All three boys looked like little carbon copies of Dean but their eldest son was definitely the one that had inherited his loud and cocky character as well.

“Sean Winchester, what did I tell you about swearing?” Sam lifted a stern eyebrow. These were the moments when he regretted not giving their kids middle names because ‘Sean Michael Winchester’ sounded so much more appropriate for scolding.

The four-year-old crossed his arms in front of his skinny chest and pouted, which was probably the only thing he had inherited from Sam. “Dad uses swearwords all the time.”

“But grown-ups are allowed to swear, Sean.” Eric explained timidly. He had always been the quiet and well-behaved one of the trio.

Sean was about to punch his brother in the arm for that comment but Dean anticipated it and pulled him back by his shoulder. “Don’t get mad at your brother, champ.” Even though his voice was calm the warning was understood. Dean never raised his voice against any of the boys preferring to talk to them and explain why they shouldn’t say or do certain things.

Ryan crawled onto the bed next to his daddy and smiled up at him. “We’re Batman!” He stated the obvious proudly.

“Wow, that is SO COOL!” The younger man said and smiled back at his boy and then flashed a wide grin at his lover. “Where’s your costume?”

“Dad’s awesome he doesn’t need a costume.” Eric piped up again and beamed when his dad ruffled his head in approval.

Sam pressed a kiss to Ryan’s head and waited for his other kids to kiss him goodbye as well. “Alright, then go and save Gotham City.” He kissed Dean and watched his family leave the room again.

*

The year before Sam had taken the boys dressed up as little pumpkins on a short trip around their small neighbourhood because Dean had to work until past their bedtime so this had been his first ‘Trick-or-Treating’ experience with the kids and it had taught him two things.

First, identical triplets were cool enough already and didn’t need any costumes for successful candy hunting. The boys had been asked to take their masks off at every other doorstep because all mommies and grannies wanted to see their cute, identical, little faces.

And second, he shouldn’t have let the boys start eating their candy while they were still walking around. Eric had been stuffing himself so enthusiastically that he had gotten a tummy ache and Dean had been forced to cut their trip short and carry his sniffling youngest and his two annoyed brothers back to the car even if they still ‘wanted to knock on SO many doors’. Their bags definitely spoke of a rather successful hunt but greedy little kids apparently saw that differently.

He pulled the Impala into park in front of their home and jumped out of the car to take a still frowning Eric back into his arms before helping his older sons out of their car seats. “How’re you doing, champ?” He asked the little boy while patting his back softly. Instead of a reply he only felt the boy’s head drop onto his shoulder and bony arms snaked around his neck. “Is your tummy still hurting, baby?” Eric was the only one of his sons that still didn’t mind being called that pet name. Dean was pretty sure that their youngest even liked being their baby boy and was slightly nervous about how he would react once their second triplets would be born. They had always tried to give all their kids the same attention but with the addition of three newborns it would be a real challenge to divide their attention between all their kids. The blonde head nodded in answer to his question. “Okay let’s see if a movie and hot-water bottle can help.”

Opening the front door he felt rather than saw Sean and Ryan, who were carrying the bags filled with candy, rush passed him and into the empty living room. “Don’t eat it all at once or you’ll get sick, too.” He warned them and went in search of Sam and a heating pad for Eric. “Sammy, where are you?”

“In here.” Came the muffled reply from upstairs.

“Once daddy gives us the heating pad we can get you settled on the sofa. Sounds good?”

The little boy bobbed his head. “Uh-huh.”

Pressing a kiss to his son’s temple Dean entered the master bedroom and frowned when Sam wasn’t in there. He checked the adjoining bathroom next and found his brother submerged in steaming bathwater. He smirked. “Looks like you’ve enjoyed the alone time.”

“I tried to.” The younger man conceded. “What’s up with Eric?”

Eric lifted his head a little but didn’t look at his daddy. “My tummy aches.”

Remembering what he wanted to ask Dean raised an eyebrow. “D’you know were the heating pat is?”

“I think it’s broken.”

“Damn.” Dean shook his head in frustration and quizzically focussed his gaze on his lover who had just let out a small moan. “Sammy?”

The younger Winchester’s voice was calm. “Don’t freak out. I think it’s baby time and I already called doc Vaughn.”

“You’re in LABOUR?”

The small boy in his arms flinched at his raised voice.

“Sorry, champ.” He stroked Eric’s back in apology and turned back to his lover. “How? You’re only due on 15th November?”

Sam rubbed his bulging belly that was halfway sticking out of the water. “Guess they didn’t get that memo.”

Dean eyes widened almost comically. “Is something wrong?”

“No, I feel fine and they are also fine.” His brother patted his belly. “I just started to have light contractions shortly after you left. The doc says a bath might help to relax for now. I’m supposed to call him as soon as the pains get more intense but that can take hours.”

“My tummy hurts!” Eric began to whine because the adults seemed to have forgotten him completely.

His dad kissed his head softly. “I’m sorry, champ. Let’s see if this helps.” He sat down next to the bathtub leaning his back against the wall and turning Eric around so that the boy could lean back against his broad chest. Slowly he pulled the black top of the batman costume upwards and rubbed the boy’s tummy with a warm, gentle palm. With his free hand he took the dark mask off his son’s face and then reached out to place his palm on Sam’s swollen belly. Leaning his chin against soft blonde baby boy hair he started to hum Metallica.

Sam had to smile. That was exactly what his brother had done with him when he had been miserable and pregnant four years ago. After that he had found his lover humming to their sons when ever they were sick or had woken up from nightmares and it had always helped them to settle down again.

“Daaad!” The peaceful moment was broken by a loud shriek and moments later the remaining Winchesters came running into the bathroom.

Neither of the boys seemed fazed by running in on their daddy having a bath. Neither of their parents made a big deal out of nudity. Dean often even took the boys into shower with him.

“Sean was trying to steal my jellybeans!” Ryan accused.

His older brother shot him an angry look. “No, I didn’t!”

“Alright, stop!” Sam exclaimed drawing all eyes onto himself. He was trying to relax and a more painful contraction as well as all the sudden noise were getting to him. “Give your brother his candy back or all jellybeans you three have been given will be confiscated.”

“I already ate mine.” Eric confessed timidly.

Dean kissed the top of the boys head. “It’s okay, champ.”

Sean pouted. “But I didn’t get any!”

The little boy reminded Sam so much of Dean in this precise moment that he started giggling.

“What’s so funny?” Dean and his eldest asked at the same time which made Sam laugh even harder.

“Just remembered your face after the incident with the red-haired stripper.” The younger man explained after calming down again and watched his brother’s eyes widen as he remembered the story, too.

Ryan tipped his head and stared at his dad expectantly. “What’s a stripper?”

He cleared his throat before answering. “That’s something I gonna tell you when you’re old enough to shave.”

Before any further questions could came up Sam let out a sharp hiss.

“You okay, Sammy?” His lover sounded worried even if he kept his face neutral for the boys’ sakes then he saw the water tingeing faint yellow. “Sean, go get my cell phone.”

As cocky as their eldest son usually was he still knew an order when he heard one. Without further question he ran out of the room to get the phone.

“Is daddy gonna have the babies now?” Ryan inquired clever beyond his years.

“Yeah, but everything is under control.” His dad assured him and turned back to Sam. “I’ll send the boys to bed and then I’ll check you out.” He was about to stand up but was held back by his brother tightly gripping his bicep.

Sam looked pretty calm. “Just call doc Vaughn. I’m okay.”

“But your wa…”

“Yeah, but don’t worry I’m nowhere close to ten centimetres yet.” Sam argued and leaned back against the tub.

Sean appeared in front of him holding out the cell phone. “Thanks, champ.” He hit speed dial #3 and eyed up Eric who was still sitting in his lap. “You doing better, baby?”

“A little.”

“Hey, doc. Sam’s waters just broke.” Dean informed Vaughn and listened to him speak for a few seconds. “He says he isn’t dilated, yet, but I can check… Yeah, I call you back in ten.” Snapping the phone shut he looked at their sons. “Do you want to watch a movie?” Three little heads nodded enthusiastically. “Great, let’s get you settled on the sofa.” He rose from the floor and herded the boys downstairs into the living room.

*
Part 4

kink: guys as dads, kink: schmoop/fluff, fic: triple xy or the hunter his bitch a, kink: est-relationship, pairing: wincest, kink: mpreg, kink: humour, kink: pregnant!sam

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