Fenrir's Curse 2/?
Fenrir's Curse
Titel: Fenrir's Curse 2/?
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Beta: Jane Doe
Word count: 1263
Author's Note: Parts in the story is in Swedish, deliberately to be as it is and not wanting to do a translation, as it should feel like the unknown it can be. (Yes, it is real Swedish.)
Summary: After banishing a Demon in Nebraska things went south. The consequences get sort of out of proportion.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Dean knew it was only a matter of time until Sam would notice that Dean was no longer flat-chested. One part of him wanted to tell him and the other was happy as long it went unnoticed. The evenings seemed to be harder to keep quiet as Dean felt the urge of wanting Sam to suck his breasts. He also came to have more and more livid dreams about it too.
After a few days Dean had become too tired to try to squeeze out the milk and he stopped trying, but that only turned out to be painful and caused them to leak. He had to go to a store and find what mothers used to get rid of the overproduced milk. The only problem was that the breast pump was too big to carry around, so he could only use it in the morning and evening. The rest of the day he had to keep to what he first had done.
All could have been well, but time isn't always kind. One night Dean had been tired, and after he made his business in the bathroom he went to bed. He had waited on Sam, as he always had after it all started. No problem there. However, it was in the morning that things went from bad to worse.
Dean woke up to the smell of fresh coffee. Looking up from the pillow and keeping the quilt up to his chin, he saw his brother with one cup in each hand, though drinking from only the right one.
"Morning sleepy head." Sam put down the left cup at the nightstand beside Dean. "When did you get in bed last night? You must have been awful tired. You forget that you had poured up a glass of milk and left it in the bathroom."
Dean bolted up from the bed and almost knocked over Sam. Inside the bathroom he could see that the glass wasn't there anymore.
"What did you do with it?"
"Calm down, bro. It's not the end of the world. It was still drinkable, and I didn't want it to go to waste. I used it in my coffee and drank the rest even though it had a weird taste." Sam tried to calm his brother down.
"You what?"
"You heard me, I drank it."
Instead of hurting Sam, Dean closed the bathroom door. He took a few deep breaths to calm down. Since it was in the morning he felt that he had to lessen the pressure in his chest, so he looked for the breast pump. Unable to find it, he had to get back to the room and face Sam. Maybe he could draw out on the unavoidably.
Dean opened the door and went out. Sam stood in the same spot looking confused. Dean tried not to care, he went to take a few sips of the coffee. For once he was happy that he started to sleep in a t-shirt.
"Don't think I haven't noticed your odd behaviour since we killed that demon back in Gothenburg.* You can't deny that you've been sensitive and I can say your mood has been worse than ever," Sam said, not wanting to give up. "Did I miss something that happened that you haven't told me about?"
Dean knew he couldn't hide behind his cup of coffee or under layers of clothes. Only he didn't know how to tell his brother. He blamed himself he hadn't been more careful, even if he suspected that there probably wasn't anything he could have done about it then: Even now he still hadn't found out anything. He really tried to draw the moment out as long as he could.
"I don't know, and it's not your business." He hoped it would stop Sam's question, but knew it probably would be futile.
"Don't fucking lie to me! I see there's something. I know you." Sam paused, but Dean knew he wasn't finished. "By the way it's not like you to wear so loose fitting clothes, like you've been doing. Are you hiding something?"
Dean put his arms around himself and Sam stared. In the suddenly silence Dean looked at what he had done. Putting his arms around himself hadn't help to cover his new breasts, it was just so much more obvious. Quickly he let his arms hang down, but seeing Sam's eyes he knew it was too late. The slight pressure he had put on his breast had made them leak, so now he had two wet spots on the t-shirt he was wearing.
Dean took advantage of Sam's silence and went to his duffel bag picked up a dry t-shirt and the breast-pump, hiding it in the clean t-shirt. Before Dean went into the bathroom again he took his cup.
"Hey! Stop." His brother shouted. "That demon did something to you. What?"
Slowly Dean turned around to face Sam. He could not draw on the obvious any longer, and he didn't want to lie to him.
"Yes it did, but I'm not sure the full extend of it. I believe it's a curse of some sort. There was something he said just before I finished him off."
"Do you remember what he said?" Sam asked.
For the time Dean was grateful for the hunter part taking over Sam's thoughts. "I have no idea."
"You have no idea what he said or you don't know if you remember?"
"It wasn't Latin he spoke, that I'm sure about and it was definitely not English, so I have no fucking idea what he said. Did you hear him?"
"No." Sam turned to his bag and laptop. "Maybe we can find out something from the info we got about the demon. Was it Fenrir he was called?"
"You know more about that than me. I need to take care of business."
"It would be easier to know what I should look for if you told me what happened with your chest." Sam had turned back to Dean.
Dean looked down and then made sure the curtains were closed, so no one would see in. He should have known Sam would not forget. Dean slowly took his t-shirt off, and then let his brother see the breasts.
"And don't you dare to say what you thinking." Dean warned Sam. He didn't want to hear that they looked like a girls.
Sam wanted to say what he thought, but he had respect for his brother knowing he hated so called girly moments, and this had to be one of those, so he asked; "Does it hurt?"
Dean gave Sam a gaze that said if he had stood any closer he would have got a hit over his head. "Does it hurt?" Dean repeated, taking a few breaths. "Right now they hurt. They're expanded with milk."
"With milk!"
"Yes, as unbelievable as it sounds they are filled with milk, and I really need to get some of it out to lessen the pressure."
The gears in Sam's head suddenly clicked. Why Dean had reacted in such a frenzy about the glass of milk. He put a hand over his mouth, like he would throw up, but there wasn't any bile like he expected.
"Dean. The milk I used and drank, was yours?"
"Yes, it was and the weird taste was probably from it not being normal milk." Dean didn't wait for a reply or what else Sam could think of to say. He went into the bathroom to finally release the pressure that his breasts were giving him.
*Gothenburg, Nebraska, USA (named after Göteborg, Sweden and Olof Bergström (http://www.ci.gothenburg.ne.us/index.htm)
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