Mommy Dearest (1/?)
Title: Mommy Dearest
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Destiel/Bottom!Dean
Disclaimer: Not mine, but if it was, this would be Canon.
Warnings: Slash, language, Mpreg, bad grammar...
Summary: Things go a bit differently in 6.19, Mommy Dearest. Dean didn't drink the Phoenix ash, and these are the consequences...
Dean knows it wasn't a fool proof plan, but what was he supposed to do? What other choice did he have?
So without any other options, he and Sam marched right into that diner to kill Eve.
…and then everything went to shit.
After she had the Jefferson-Starships bring in their only back up-Cass and Bobby-Dean had all but given up hope. Or, well, he thought he had. But when Eve grabbed hold of him and bit into his neck, Dean felt his chest clench in the tale tell sign of lost hope, meaning there was still something there to crush.
He was certain she'd turn him into one of those grotesque Vampire-Wraith hybrids, but when her teeth sheathed themselves into his flesh, Dean wasn't sure how, but he just knew Eve hadn't made him into a blood sucking, dopamine craving monster.
He was something different-far different. As her poison spread through his veins, the word perfect came to mind-sending a fear filled shiver running down his spine.
What had she done?
He loses time, not sure if they stood like that-Eve's fang secure in his neck-for seconds or years. The next thing he knows she's cupping his face with both hands-her hold seemingly being the only thing keeping him up right-and she leans in; presses her forehead to his.
"I was just going to make you into a Rugaru," she whispered. Her voice was kind, her eyes awed and lit up with what he could only called love. "But I read your mind, Dean. I looked into your heart and soul… What I made you-it's what you were meant to be. This was supposed to be a punishment; an example, but…"
She bites her bloodied lip, body humming with excitement. "I've been alone in this world for so long. Do you have any idea how exhausting it is being the All-mother?" she presses her lips in a chaste kiss to his cheek.
"Dean!" Sam sounds anxious, Dean notes. There's worry in his voice. But really, he thinks, Eve is here. What is there to possibly be worried about?
His head is fogged by the sweet honey feeling of being near his All-mother. His body is weak, and slowly, Eve guides him to his knees, and then gently to the floor-laying him on his side, cushioning his head with her lap.
"Quite Sam," Eve says flatly. Dean hears Sam about to protest, but all that comes out are muffled noises. He distantly realizes one of the Jefferson's must have covered his younger brother's mouth with something-possibly their hand.
Eve runs her fingers through his hair, and in the back of his mind Dean realizes he should be struggling; should be kicking and biting and screaming on the top of his lungs-but all he can bring himself to do is soak in the gentle, loving touches and calming quiet Eve offers him.
"Your brother's special Sam, did you know that?" Dean blinks sluggishly at that. He wants to think she's wrong, because Sam's always been the special one. He's always been the smartest, strongest, and Hell, he's the one who had the freaky Demon-Jedi mind powers. But instinct tells him that she's right, though for the life of him he can't understand how.
"What do you mean, what have you done to Dean?" the voice is a low growl, and the eldest Winchester recognizes it as Castiel. Sam must still be rendered from speaking.
"What have I done?" Eve asks, her voice mocking. "Please, I barely got a chance to change him before I saw the potential in him. Like I said, I was just going to make him into some Rugaru. But… I made him fertile instead. I can't believe I missed it, but I guess I could just blame that on the blinding emotions a mother feels when her children are locked away and tortured."
"You couldn't have… It's impossible to-"
"It's impossible for a normal human being, but you and I both know he's far from normality," said Eve, interrupting the Angel's denials. "He was a vessel for an Angel; that automatically makes him abnormal. Then add his personality-his soul… He's a loving human, isn't he? He threw himself to the pit just to protect his baby brother. Nearly killed himself a thousand times over trying to save the people he cares about. So, little Angel, it's hardly impossible. More like… meant to be."
Eve lays his head carefully on the tiled floor. She rises to her feet, signals her other children to follow, and leaves. Sam and Bobby are on him in a second.
"Dean, are you alright?" Sam turns him over from his side to his back, cupping his face just as Eve had done seconds ago, though perhaps more forcefully. "Come on man, say something."
It's not for another minute of Sam's questions-when Eve's made it a fair distance from the small diner-that Dean realizes he's in excruciating pain.
His arms grab blindly, back arching off the dirty floor, as he screams in agony-it's as though there are nails in his veins and fire burning deep within his belly. His head feels like it's been bashed in, and a wave of heat washes over him-smothering him. As Dean's vision swims and black dots steadily begin to take over, he can just make out Sam's panicked voice over his own cries.
"What's happening to him? What did Eve do?"
"She's… She's turned him,"
"Into what?"
"An… All-mother."
Part two
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Destiel/Bottom!Dean
Disclaimer: Not mine, but if it was, this would be Canon.
Warnings: Slash, language, Mpreg, bad grammar...
Summary: Things go a bit differently in 6.19, Mommy Dearest. Dean didn't drink the Phoenix ash, and these are the consequences...
Dean knows it wasn't a fool proof plan, but what was he supposed to do? What other choice did he have?
So without any other options, he and Sam marched right into that diner to kill Eve.
…and then everything went to shit.
After she had the Jefferson-Starships bring in their only back up-Cass and Bobby-Dean had all but given up hope. Or, well, he thought he had. But when Eve grabbed hold of him and bit into his neck, Dean felt his chest clench in the tale tell sign of lost hope, meaning there was still something there to crush.
He was certain she'd turn him into one of those grotesque Vampire-Wraith hybrids, but when her teeth sheathed themselves into his flesh, Dean wasn't sure how, but he just knew Eve hadn't made him into a blood sucking, dopamine craving monster.
He was something different-far different. As her poison spread through his veins, the word perfect came to mind-sending a fear filled shiver running down his spine.
What had she done?
He loses time, not sure if they stood like that-Eve's fang secure in his neck-for seconds or years. The next thing he knows she's cupping his face with both hands-her hold seemingly being the only thing keeping him up right-and she leans in; presses her forehead to his.
"I was just going to make you into a Rugaru," she whispered. Her voice was kind, her eyes awed and lit up with what he could only called love. "But I read your mind, Dean. I looked into your heart and soul… What I made you-it's what you were meant to be. This was supposed to be a punishment; an example, but…"
She bites her bloodied lip, body humming with excitement. "I've been alone in this world for so long. Do you have any idea how exhausting it is being the All-mother?" she presses her lips in a chaste kiss to his cheek.
"Dean!" Sam sounds anxious, Dean notes. There's worry in his voice. But really, he thinks, Eve is here. What is there to possibly be worried about?
His head is fogged by the sweet honey feeling of being near his All-mother. His body is weak, and slowly, Eve guides him to his knees, and then gently to the floor-laying him on his side, cushioning his head with her lap.
"Quite Sam," Eve says flatly. Dean hears Sam about to protest, but all that comes out are muffled noises. He distantly realizes one of the Jefferson's must have covered his younger brother's mouth with something-possibly their hand.
Eve runs her fingers through his hair, and in the back of his mind Dean realizes he should be struggling; should be kicking and biting and screaming on the top of his lungs-but all he can bring himself to do is soak in the gentle, loving touches and calming quiet Eve offers him.
"Your brother's special Sam, did you know that?" Dean blinks sluggishly at that. He wants to think she's wrong, because Sam's always been the special one. He's always been the smartest, strongest, and Hell, he's the one who had the freaky Demon-Jedi mind powers. But instinct tells him that she's right, though for the life of him he can't understand how.
"What do you mean, what have you done to Dean?" the voice is a low growl, and the eldest Winchester recognizes it as Castiel. Sam must still be rendered from speaking.
"What have I done?" Eve asks, her voice mocking. "Please, I barely got a chance to change him before I saw the potential in him. Like I said, I was just going to make him into some Rugaru. But… I made him fertile instead. I can't believe I missed it, but I guess I could just blame that on the blinding emotions a mother feels when her children are locked away and tortured."
"You couldn't have… It's impossible to-"
"It's impossible for a normal human being, but you and I both know he's far from normality," said Eve, interrupting the Angel's denials. "He was a vessel for an Angel; that automatically makes him abnormal. Then add his personality-his soul… He's a loving human, isn't he? He threw himself to the pit just to protect his baby brother. Nearly killed himself a thousand times over trying to save the people he cares about. So, little Angel, it's hardly impossible. More like… meant to be."
Eve lays his head carefully on the tiled floor. She rises to her feet, signals her other children to follow, and leaves. Sam and Bobby are on him in a second.
"Dean, are you alright?" Sam turns him over from his side to his back, cupping his face just as Eve had done seconds ago, though perhaps more forcefully. "Come on man, say something."
It's not for another minute of Sam's questions-when Eve's made it a fair distance from the small diner-that Dean realizes he's in excruciating pain.
His arms grab blindly, back arching off the dirty floor, as he screams in agony-it's as though there are nails in his veins and fire burning deep within his belly. His head feels like it's been bashed in, and a wave of heat washes over him-smothering him. As Dean's vision swims and black dots steadily begin to take over, he can just make out Sam's panicked voice over his own cries.
"What's happening to him? What did Eve do?"
"She's… She's turned him,"
"Into what?"
"An… All-mother."
Part two