Gift for clex_monkie89 for mpreg_xmas_xchg
Done for: mpreg_xmas_xchg
Title: Magic is in the Air
Pairing: Dean/Sam/Dean
Warnings: mpreg!Sam, swearing, magical threesome, there is nudity (NC-17), but no tiddy winks are showing, sex pollen.
Word Count: 700 + art
A/N: So clex sent me to a drawing of Dean/Sam/Dean--that I have seen before and liked-- and I knew what I had to do. I combined many of your likes and prompts, with Sam getting knocked up by multiple Dean’s and ‘baby’ pollen. I hope you enjoy your gift my dear. All mistakes are mine.
Summary: Dean’s highly predictable. He touched something he knew he wasn’t supposed to touch and accidentally creates a copy of himself. Unfortunately, his copy has his eyes set on Sam. Fortunately, Dean can agree on that. Sexy times ensue.
**Be sure to click on the images to view full size and oogle over**
“You touched it, didn’t you Dean?”
“I didn’t touch it, Sam!!” They just got back from hunting down a cursed Christmas object. “Not my fault the creepy elf-thing decided to sneeze on me, jeez.”
Sam gives him the bitch face. Dean estimates it’s about an 8.0 on the bitchy-face scale.
“Then why is he here?!”
Dean looks to his left where Sam was pointing to find a rather, devishly handsome copy of himself. Who also happens to be covered in…wait a minute!
“Is that… is that glitter?”
Copy Dean smirks. “It’s more like glowing spores, but, same difference.”
“Look, buster! I don’t know who you think you are, but Dean Winchester does not wear glitter, or anything sparkly, for that matter.”
“Actually Dean, I think it looks quite adora-”
“Shut it, Sam! I’ll handle this.”
Sam huffs. His eyes wander to the perfect replica of Dean. Then his face scrunches up in confusion. “And why is he looking at me like that?”
Dean whips back to look at his copy once more. He’s checking Sam out with elevator eyes and he’s got this shit-eating grin on his face like he’s----
Oh fuck.
Dean knows that look. He’s caught himself wearing it plenty of times. It’s his ‘I’m -gonna-undress-Sam-with-my-eyes-and-imagine-fucki-----’
“Oh hell no!”
His copy slowly tears his eyes off Sam and smirks back at Dean. “Come on Dean.” Like he knows exactly what Dean’s thinking. “I know you want to.” Copy Dean winks.
“What’s that wink for? Dean?!”
“Nu uh, bucko! You keep away from Sam! He’s mine!”
Sam blanches. “What? What do you mean ‘yours’? I don’t belong to you or anyone, bucko!”
Dean doesn’t hear him.
“You get your googly-eyes off of Sam and any little ‘rainbow spores’ out of this motel right now. And don’t even think about coming back, or I’ll hunt down your little fairy ass.”
Dean turns towards the motel door, but stops when he hears Copy Dean speak up.
“We can share.”
Dean turns back and walks up to Copy Dean like he’s sizing him up.
“Whadda you mean?”
“Simple.” Copy Dean shrugs and an alarming amount of spores float up into the air. Dean backs up a smidgen.
Fucking glitter.
“You. Me. Beautiful over there.”--he tilts his head in Sam’s direction--“Bed. Add that up and what do you get?”
“A glitter bomb that threw up.”
Copy Dean sighs. “I know you’re smarter than that, Dean.”
Dean takes another moment before it dawns on him.
Copy Dean raised his eyebrow in anticipation.
Dean smirks.
Sam watches both Dean’s silent conversation. “What, Dean? What does he mean?”
Sam gets his answer when both pairs of emerald eyes and mirrored grins turn toward him.
Is that just utterly creepy, or what?
Sam’s gets this tingly feeling deep in his groin, and he knows where this is headed.
Sam huffs his defeat.
“Great! Now I got two of you drivin’ me nuts.”
********
*******
Sam yawns, his eyes closing.
Dean lies up against Sam’s side. “And no, it’s not cuddling, Sam!”
“Snuggling then!”
“It’s not my fault you’re a frickin’ furnace.” Dean does not snuggle closer.
Copy Dean settles in and presses his front to Dean’s back, ready to pass out.
“Did I mention the spores are like a sex pollen?”
Dean whips his head back up to glare at Copy Dean. “No shit, Sherlock!”
Copy Dean has the nerve to look sheepish. “You already knew that, didn’t you?”
Dean lays his head back on Sam’s chest. “I think we figured that one out when you sprinkled that glittery shit all over us and we got all, tingly in our nether regions.”
Copy Dean shrugs and lays his head down.
“Oh. Well, then I guess you won’t mind the little Christmas present I left for ya.”
“Hmm?” Dean tiredly waves his arm in the air. “Just put it over there, somewhere, on the table.”
Copy Dean snickers. “Sorry bucko. But it’s already in the oven.” He moves his arm over Dean and wraps it protectively around Sam’s stomach.
“We don’t have an oven,” Dean mumbles as he promptly falls asleep.
And not a moment too soon…
Sam’s eyes pop open.
“You didn’t?!”
Copy Dean smiles into the back of Dean’s neck.
“I did. Merry Christmas Sam and Dean.”
Fin
This was a lot of fun to do. Art is done in Photoshop and references were used. The threesome pose can be found here. The first one I grabbed from google. The inspiration drawing can be found here.
And here's a close up :) All the "spots" are magical Dean's sexy spores, or glitter as Dean refers to. Told you there was a shit ton of it...
Title: Magic is in the Air
Pairing: Dean/Sam/Dean
Warnings: mpreg!Sam, swearing, magical threesome, there is nudity (NC-17), but no tiddy winks are showing, sex pollen.
Word Count: 700 + art
A/N: So clex sent me to a drawing of Dean/Sam/Dean--that I have seen before and liked-- and I knew what I had to do. I combined many of your likes and prompts, with Sam getting knocked up by multiple Dean’s and ‘baby’ pollen. I hope you enjoy your gift my dear. All mistakes are mine.
Summary: Dean’s highly predictable. He touched something he knew he wasn’t supposed to touch and accidentally creates a copy of himself. Unfortunately, his copy has his eyes set on Sam. Fortunately, Dean can agree on that. Sexy times ensue.
**Be sure to click on the images to view full size and oogle over**
“You touched it, didn’t you Dean?”
“I didn’t touch it, Sam!!” They just got back from hunting down a cursed Christmas object. “Not my fault the creepy elf-thing decided to sneeze on me, jeez.”
Sam gives him the bitch face. Dean estimates it’s about an 8.0 on the bitchy-face scale.
“Then why is he here?!”
Dean looks to his left where Sam was pointing to find a rather, devishly handsome copy of himself. Who also happens to be covered in…wait a minute!
“Is that… is that glitter?”
Copy Dean smirks. “It’s more like glowing spores, but, same difference.”
“Look, buster! I don’t know who you think you are, but Dean Winchester does not wear glitter, or anything sparkly, for that matter.”
“Actually Dean, I think it looks quite adora-”
“Shut it, Sam! I’ll handle this.”
Sam huffs. His eyes wander to the perfect replica of Dean. Then his face scrunches up in confusion. “And why is he looking at me like that?”
Dean whips back to look at his copy once more. He’s checking Sam out with elevator eyes and he’s got this shit-eating grin on his face like he’s----
Oh fuck.
Dean knows that look. He’s caught himself wearing it plenty of times. It’s his ‘I’m -gonna-undress-Sam-with-my-eyes-and-imagine-fucki-----’
“Oh hell no!”
His copy slowly tears his eyes off Sam and smirks back at Dean. “Come on Dean.” Like he knows exactly what Dean’s thinking. “I know you want to.” Copy Dean winks.
“What’s that wink for? Dean?!”
“Nu uh, bucko! You keep away from Sam! He’s mine!”
Sam blanches. “What? What do you mean ‘yours’? I don’t belong to you or anyone, bucko!”
Dean doesn’t hear him.
“You get your googly-eyes off of Sam and any little ‘rainbow spores’ out of this motel right now. And don’t even think about coming back, or I’ll hunt down your little fairy ass.”
Dean turns towards the motel door, but stops when he hears Copy Dean speak up.
“We can share.”
Dean turns back and walks up to Copy Dean like he’s sizing him up.
“Whadda you mean?”
“Simple.” Copy Dean shrugs and an alarming amount of spores float up into the air. Dean backs up a smidgen.
Fucking glitter.
“You. Me. Beautiful over there.”--he tilts his head in Sam’s direction--“Bed. Add that up and what do you get?”
“A glitter bomb that threw up.”
Copy Dean sighs. “I know you’re smarter than that, Dean.”
Dean takes another moment before it dawns on him.
Copy Dean raised his eyebrow in anticipation.
Dean smirks.
Sam watches both Dean’s silent conversation. “What, Dean? What does he mean?”
Sam gets his answer when both pairs of emerald eyes and mirrored grins turn toward him.
Is that just utterly creepy, or what?
Sam’s gets this tingly feeling deep in his groin, and he knows where this is headed.
Sam huffs his defeat.
“Great! Now I got two of you drivin’ me nuts.”
********
*******
Sam yawns, his eyes closing.
Dean lies up against Sam’s side. “And no, it’s not cuddling, Sam!”
“Snuggling then!”
“It’s not my fault you’re a frickin’ furnace.” Dean does not snuggle closer.
Copy Dean settles in and presses his front to Dean’s back, ready to pass out.
“Did I mention the spores are like a sex pollen?”
Dean whips his head back up to glare at Copy Dean. “No shit, Sherlock!”
Copy Dean has the nerve to look sheepish. “You already knew that, didn’t you?”
Dean lays his head back on Sam’s chest. “I think we figured that one out when you sprinkled that glittery shit all over us and we got all, tingly in our nether regions.”
Copy Dean shrugs and lays his head down.
“Oh. Well, then I guess you won’t mind the little Christmas present I left for ya.”
“Hmm?” Dean tiredly waves his arm in the air. “Just put it over there, somewhere, on the table.”
Copy Dean snickers. “Sorry bucko. But it’s already in the oven.” He moves his arm over Dean and wraps it protectively around Sam’s stomach.
“We don’t have an oven,” Dean mumbles as he promptly falls asleep.
And not a moment too soon…
Sam’s eyes pop open.
“You didn’t?!”
Copy Dean smiles into the back of Dean’s neck.
“I did. Merry Christmas Sam and Dean.”
Fin
This was a lot of fun to do. Art is done in Photoshop and references were used. The threesome pose can be found here. The first one I grabbed from google. The inspiration drawing can be found here.
And here's a close up :) All the "spots" are magical Dean's sexy spores, or glitter as Dean refers to. Told you there was a shit ton of it...
