[Supernatural RPF] Changes in You
Changes In You
By: Selim
Rating: M
Warnings: Supernatural-verse-AU, mentions of knotting, mention of first!time, mating, animal, mpreg, self-lubrication, body modification, possessive behavior, relationship break-ups, graphic birth
Pairings: Past Danneel/Jensen, Past Genevieve /Jared, Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 9,000 Words
Summary: Response to MpregWinchester: 2014 Comment Meme. werewolf!Jensen was Jared's best friend and co-star for the last nine years. One night of drunken sex totally changed their relationship and entire life - Jensen accidentally knotting Jared and turned him into a omega werewolf. At first when Jared's body and behaviour begin changes (self-lubrication, need being obedient to his alpha, heat), this is a little strange and unpleasant for him, but Jared is really terrifies when he finds out (after first heat) that he's pregnant (for him this is unnatural for a man to become pregnant, also he fears that this can destroy his and Jensen's career...). I want that Jensen was very protective over Jared , tries to reassure and ease him into his new role, convinced Jared that being omega and carry Jensen's child isn't a bad thing...
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction and does not actually represent the persons involved in the tale. The author is not making any profit from the creation of this work of fiction.
Part 1 - [Jensen] The Discovery
Oh God, his head.
Sitting up, Jensen rubbed his temples with a firm thumb as his belly flipped. That was the last time he binge drank, he was getting too old for this shit. At some point last night, the chardonnay had become beer, the beer morphed into scotch, and soon if it had any volume of alcohol in it, it was game. Now he definitely regretted celebrating.
Pealing his eyelids open, Jensen took in the hotel room. At least he’d been smart enough not to drive home. The last thing he needed was Danneel getting on his case about coming home drunk. Again.
“Mm.”
Jensen paused mid-rub. Oh God, I slept with a fan. He really needed to start staying away with the alcohol. Well, he reasoned, time to do some damage control. Nice smile, offer to pay for the morning after pill, sever ties. No one ever had to know about this.
Scratching along his thigh, Jensen grunt as his knuckle came across the tell-all sign that he’d been less in control last night than he had original thought. His knot was still thick, at least a golf ball size. In the past, it had only popped out when he was really turned on, staying for weeks and then disappearing again to make him look normal. Even Danneel had yet to see the extra appendage.
Whomever he’d slept with had met with it. Poor kid. Jensen climbed off the bed to grab his pants. Turning back, he rubbed the lump on the other side’s shoulder. “Hey, wake up.”
“Ngh…” An arm tossed out. Jensen’s breath caught as Jared’s head poked out from under the blanket. Messy bed head, shoulder riddled with red bites, Jared looked a mess. “Fuck, h’rts.” Jared dropped his head back into the pillow, carefully rotating his hips.
Raising the blanket, Jensen took in the image of his very naked co-star. Man, he did a number to the guy. The worst part was the mess between creamy thighs that had cooled into a puddle.
Just run away, there’s no way Jared’s going to remember any of this.
Only, he couldn’t. Jared deserved to be looked over. His body wasn’t made to take a werewolf’s knot. Had he tried to pull away when it became obvious something was different?
Jensen tried to pull up the memories of the night before. Drinking, laughing, hanging off Jared’s shoulder, then nothing.
“J, Jen…” Jared opened his eyes. “W, what are you…why are you…ow…”
“Stay still, Jay.” Jensen went to the bathroom to wet a rag. During his short absence, Jared pulled the blanket up his shoulders, covering his head. “I’m going to clean you up, you’re, uh,” He forced a laugh but it seemed so wrong, “You’re a bit of a mess back there.”
“I can’t believe we did this,” Jared’s rough voice escaped from the blanket. “Stupid…stupid…”
“Jay?” Jen ran the cloth down Jared’s thigh. The drying semen came off, leaving pink irritated skin under. His path up towards the younger man’s backside stopped around pale globes. He could already feel it - the heat that radiated. “How are you feeling?”
“Like you took an umbrella and opened it up inside me.” Jared grunted. “Look, Jen, you don’t have to stay in here. Go back home to the misses. We can forget about all of this.”
Jensen finally slid the cloth home, between firm butt cheeks. His arm shook as a sweet smell wrapped around him, pulling his fangs out. You’ve gone and done it now, Ackles. Go on, tell the man you ruined his life. “I’ll go home eventually,” he finally said. “I need to take care of you first.”
Cleaned up, Jensen moved back into the bathroom. He caught himself in the sink. Green eyes glowing, ready to pounce. He was going to miss Danneel, but there were instincts that had to be followed and eventually she’ll understand. Supernatural was going to have to end eventually and Jensen was going to be summoned back home.
“Jen? We got to talk about this.” Jared’s voice carried. “Ugh, God, it’s never felt like this before.”
Glancing outside the bathroom, Jensen raised a fine brow as Jared pushed himself into a sitting position. Brown eyes widened and an uncomfortable look took over the brunette’s face before he shuddered. The smell of Jensen filled the room at full strength. If he hadn’t tightened his grip on the doorframe, the shorter male knew he would have pushed Jared down again and attempted to fill that tight bottom with his seed again.
It didn’t help as Jared whispered softly, “Shit, how many times did you spill in me…it’s like a flood.”
Curse his good hearing.
“You’re right.” Jensen forced out. “We have to talk about what happened.”
Part 2 - [Jared] A Damn Good Joke
It was as if someone broke a dam inside him. Jared Padalecki had had his experiences with other men. It all boiled down to he was only human and as human he enjoyed carnal pleasures. It wasn’t as if he ever expected to have sex with the one person that made his brain short circuit. Jensen was a very committed man and Jared knew how to respect that.
He tried the marriage thing and when that failed, he threw himself into meaningless relationships. He respected Jensen’s ability to stick with one person and forget about the rest.
I just ruined the man’s relationship by sleeping with him.
“You need to stay seated. I might have torn you up last night.” Jensen pushed on his shoulders, pressing Jared back into the mattress.
“No, I’m good.” Jared smiled. “A bit sore, but I’ve had worse. Trust me.”
He didn’t feel bad at all. Instead, he felt a little strange, like his body wasn’t his own anymore. There was this small urge to curl his huge frame into Jensen’s lap and asks to never be let go. He also felt like there was an ever-present heat in his lower body where a pulling along his organs was occurring.
Instead, he tossed himself back on his side and rubbed his hands over the line of pubic hair going up to his belly. That eased some of the tension. As if on second thought, he covered his lower body with the blanket.
“Jay, we’ve known each other for nine years.”
“I’m not going to dismiss our friendship just because we took a tumble under the sheets,” Jared grunted. “Jen, this stuff happens. If you want to see if we can avoid filming together as much as possible, we’ll ask, but I don’t want to stop seeing you every day. I can pretend it never happened. We’re actors, we’re good at pretending.” The last bit was hard to say because, yes, he was good at pretending. He was great at pretending he and Jensen were just the best of friends that shared (as Genevieve once said) one brain cell.
Jen sighed, the smallest of wishful smiles on his face. “I doubt you’ll be saying that in a few. Jay, I screwed up this time. Not with sleeping with you, but with…sleeping with you.” He tried to emphasize the difference. Jared tilted his head to the side, not understanding. “Look, I… we battle these monsters was Dean and Sam - werewolves.”
Where is he going with this?
“Yeah.”
“Sometimes, Jared, what we show and what we see… they’re not that different. Kripke knows. Misha knows. Everyone seems to know except you. It’s all pretend until a point.” Jensen ran his hands through his hair, a low aggravated noise escaping his lips. “Jay, I’m a werewolf.”
“Heh.” Jared’s face felt heavy. “Heh. Heh.” He tried to pick up on the laugh. “Jen, you’ve been doing this for too long. Talk to me seriously, now.”
“I am, Jay! I’m a werewolf. Kripke’s a werewolf, it’s why he pushed me to take a role. This is a huge comedy in our community and…”
Climbing out of bed, Jared grabbed his pants off the floor. Dear Lord, had Jensen ripped them off? His zipper was a lost cause and his button up shirt from the day before was missing a few buttons. “Jensen, when you’re ready to talk about this seriously, you know where I live. Until then, go and chill your head in water or something.”
“No, wait, Jared- your body-”
“Good bye, Jensen.” Shoes at hand, Jared left the apartment. The pain of his hangover was a welcome reprieve than staying with Jensen a second longer.
Part 3 - [Jared] Changes in Me
Jay, please answer the phone, we need to talk about this.
Jay, I know you’re home. You are probably feeling really tired, but that’s normal.
Answer the phone, Jay, I know you can hear me.
He was so tired. Ever since coming back to his apartment after that night with Jensen, Jared had rolled onto his side on the couch and slept. He had first brushed it off as the ever-lurking depression about being insulted by his best friend who called himself a werewolf. Then the real fatigue kicked in. He just closed his eyes and when he woke up, warm and alone, it had been another twelve hours. In thirty minutes, he went to the bathroom, grabbed a drink and some food, and would lure himself back to sleep.
The third time he woke up, on the second day, he heard the phone going off. Jensen’s voice echoed throughout the house. “Answer the phone, Jared. Please, I need to know you’re still alive.”
All his annoyance seemed to disappear as the urge to listen kicked in. The problem was, he hadn’t eaten in so long and he couldn’t find the energy to even roll off the sofa and crawl to the landline.
“You probably don’t feel like yourself right now. That happens when humans get knotted by a werewolf. First, your body feels all warm and toasty, as if you had a good bottle of bourbon. Then there’s the sleep. You sleep off the changes your body is going through. I’m told you feel heavy, but you need to push yourself up and get something to eat. Jared, get out of bed. I’ve left a BLT on your front door step. You can do it, Jay. Just get up.”
Without realizing it, Jared was getting up. He kept pushing his heavy body to move until he was leaning against the door. There outside, true to Jensen’s word, was a brown paper bag with a sandwich inside. Starting in on the meal, Jared worked his way through the apartment. First to the bathroom and then back into the refrigerator.
What changes am I going through?
The house phone rang. In true stalker-Jensen fashion, the man spoke up as soon as the answering machine signaled him to do so. “Good you ate. Listen, Jay, you need to keep yourself fed. I’m sure you don’t want me coming over but I’m going to leave meals by your door every morning. Get some water and keep it near the couch. If you’re feeling cramping, just go to the toilet. It’s the final part of the change.”
The change to what!
Water bottle filled (not because Jensen told him!), Jared made his way to the couch and flipped on the television. His stomach twisted and coiled, not in a sick kind of way but in the organs shifting again. Rubbing his guts, Jared stretched his legs out.
Later that evening, the cramps came that left him on the toilet. Smart phone in reach, he tried to Google the answer but people were just focused on the knot of a werewolf rather than the aftermath of the knot. What in the world could Jensen mea his body was going through changes?
With the faintest of groans, Jared leaned forward as his bowels flooded the toilet. “Jensen…” He groaned, grabbing at his belly. When it all seemed over, he cleaned himself before standing up. It was from the corner of his eye that he watched whatever come from his body disappear down the drain.
Grabbing his phone, he texted, “Jensen, why is there clear fluid coming out of me?”
A few seconds later, a ping, “Your body just accepted the new organ. That was the blood cells and the last of my seminal fluid clearing out of you.”
Gross.
“What new organ?”
“You’re an omega now.”
“A what now?”
“An omega. A turned.”
“Speak English.”
“It was your uterus.” A few seconds later a second message came through. “We really need to talk.”
“Fine. Come over.”
Stomping through his apartment, Jared almost didn’t open the door until Jensen started begging to come in. The man was clear he didn’t want to have this conversation through the door. Allowing the shorter male access to his home, Jared walked through the apartment on an instinctual need to provide. He had some left over pizza from the previous night and soda.
Jensen settled into the breakfast nook, his eyes forward. Putting the warmed up meal in front of the man, Jared sat across from him. “You’re a werewolf.” He started again.
A nod. “We’ve always been here, become part of the Normal society, but we’re not In-Your-Face, but we’re there.” Jensen laced his fingers. “We try to be careful who knows about us. Society just isn’t ready, so I’ve always been careful. Like I said before, I don’t regret sleeping with you. You’re a beautiful man. I just regret knotting you. This isn’t a path you deserved to go down.”
“Is Danneel an omega?” Jared inquired, curiously.
“Heavens no. She doesn’t know and will never know.” Jensen lowered his head. “By Were Law, I have to end my other relations now that I made an omega. She and I are trying to end it as civilly as possible.”
“Oh Jen…” Jared whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
Shaking his head, Jensen pushed a smile on his face. “It happens. I have other responsibilities now, like making sure your transition to omega is a smooth process.”
“That’s what I want to talk to you about. All right, you’re a werewolf. I’m not.” Jared glared. “I’m human. I don’t know what you’ve done to my body, but I’m not an omega or a beta or alpha, or whatever.”
“Jared you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Then what do you think is happening?”
“Obviously I’m sick. An intestinal disease complete with tiredness, dehydration, stomach cramps, and abdominal discharge. Nothing to worry about. Look, Jen, I just want us to be clear we’re still friends. No matter what you think. Maybe it’s time you took a break from Supernatural for a bit? Go out, see your family. Don’t throw away your relationship; I’m not looking for commitment.” He lowered his gaze. “I’m not dreaming about forever. I just want us to be us again.”
“Jay.”
“Please?”
Taking a deep breath, Jensen nodded. “Fine. But Jay, please keep eating. You… look like you’ve lost some weight.” He pushed the pizza towards Jared, popped the top for the soda before taking his leave.
Part 4 - [Jared] Growth of Cells
“And cut! Good job, boys!”
Finally relaxed, Jared moved off the stage, away from the impala and away from Misha and his coffee breath. Finding a chair, he settled into it, trying to pretend he didn’t notice how Jensen was collecting a second water bottle and the crackers that Jared liked. The man dropped them off next to Jared before following after Misha. Watching Jensen go, Jared opened the script to take the time and review his next scene.
“…I can’t believe Jensen’s letting him out. When my brother made his omega, they locked themselves away for three months, at least until the next baby was secure.” Kathy walked past, trying to keep her voice low, but failing to do so. Ahead of him, Robert Singer was talking with the camera crew as the stage was remade for Jensen’s next scene.
“Apparently he didn’t believe it.”
“How could he do this show for so many years and not believe it?”
“I know.”
“-Jared!” Jensen rushed back over, a paper bag in his hand. “I asked Megan to get you some vegetable soup.” He settled on the floor next to Jared, opening the bag to get the small cup of soup. “You really should go to that doctor I recommended.”
“My doctor reassures me that everything is fine.” He took the cup out of Jensen’s hand before the man got the idea of trying to feed Jared.
Jensen pierced his lips together before trying again. “Jay, I expect you to call the doctor today and set up an appointment.”
“I’ll do it when I get home.”
The words escaped Jared’s lips before he could stop them. It wasn’t the first time that Jensen had pulled this obedience from Jared. Draining the soup cup, Jared dropped his trash on Jensen’s lap before crossing his arms over his chest with a pout. Things just weren’t going his way these days.
At home, he ignored the number for the “Werewolf Doctor” that Jensen had recommended. Without the other male, Jared felt a little better. Like he could get away with anything. Sitting in his comfortable recliner, arms protectively wrapped around his belly. The game was on television, but it wasn’t interesting him. No, what currently had his attention was propped on his legs.
Omegas.
Apparently someone deemed themselves a specialist online about omegas and this seemed more true than anything else he’d read.
First, an Alpha “Werewolf’” knotted a poor unsuspecting human. It was supposed to be a night of uncontrollable passion. It might have been, Jared just wasn’t sure. Memories of that night were still foggy. The fan written porn seemed hot enough (he’d even found some Supernatural ones between Sam and Dean that had gave him perfectly useful wank material) but he wasn’t sure if this was what had really happened.
Part two was the transformation. The omegas body burned with the first heat during the knotting, the prostate transformed into a uterus in men and for women their uterus became sturdier. Jared remembered the heat of the few days that had put him into a near trancelike sleep. Apparently that was normal according to this. When the faux-uterus secured itself, it cleaned itself of the useless semen from the last coupling.
Last to change, the sign that it was all over, was the heat. No one had ever seen an omega in the troughs of heat. It was supposed to happen a month after the change.
Jared bit his knuckles. He didn’t feel any heat. He just felt hungry.
Pregnancy and the Werewolf Omega
He clicked on the link, flicking his tongue across the roof of his mouth.
These omegas had uteruses, boys and girls. That didn’t mean a functional uterus, did it?
The first line on the page taught him. All omegas are capable of producing. Women that were infertile turned omega have also proven to now be fertile.
He was…able to get pregnant?
Most omegas have to wait until their first heat to become pregnant, but on occasion the original transformation mating is enough to get the omega pregnant if the Alpha refrained from knotting with other partners long enough. His hand rubbing circles on his belly stopped.
Opening up his messenger, Jared tapped out a number he had been avoiding for the last few months.
Genevieve said their parting had been on mutual terms. She loved Jared, but love changed as Jared’s attention had turned to his insane co-star. Occasionally they went out to dinner together or had a play date with the children at the park, but for both baby’s peace of mind they tried to keep themselves as separate as possible. No reason for the children to think mommy and daddy were going to be getting back together.
The woman came over two hours later, children in tow and shopping bag at hand. “You weren’t making any sense, Jared.” She tossed the bag at him, fixing her sunglasses. Too busy hugging his children, Jared didn’t immediately responded back. His first job was getting Thomas and Shepherd settled.
When both children were busy in the spare bedroom that was usually theirs, Jared turned to Genevieve. “Did you bring it?”
“Just say it out loud, Jared,” Genevieve smirked, “’Did you bring me a pregnancy test, my queen?’”
“Did you bring me a pregnancy test, My Queen,” Jared parroted, going through the bag. Ha! This was why he loved the woman. She didn’t ask questions when he made weird requests and respected his privacy.
“What’s going on Jared?” She asked, following him to the bathroom. Years of marriage left the bathroom door open and her leaning against the sink as Jared tore open the box of one of the pregnancy test. When a begging glance over his shoulder was meet with an impatient scowl he unzipped his pants and did his business. “It takes five minutes for the test to read,” She explained as he glanced over the thin strip. “Now Jared, what’s going on?”
“Jensen’s a werewolf.”
Even Genevieve had a small laugh about that. “You shouldn’t bring work home with you,” She crackled while pushing tears from the corner of her eye. “Hoo, I needed a laugh.”
“I’m not joking. Or at least, I hope I’m not. He, I, uh, we did the deed a few weeks ago and according to the website I should be feeling the symptoms of heat. Instead I feel what you complained about with Thomas.”
Genevieve licked her dry lips. “Maybe you’re giving yourself phantom symptoms. Working too hard, I mean you’re only three episodes into the season.”
Rubbing his eyes, Jared shook his head. “I sure hope that’s all this is.”
It seemed like the longest five minutes of his life. He didn’t even find the courage to look at the strip, but he figured the results were bad when Genevieve opened up a second test. “Do you have any more pee in you to fill a cup?” She started into his kitchen. Hitching his pants back up, Jared followed her. Five bottles of water and three cartoons with the kids later, he filled a cup of pee and took another strip to it.
“It’s positive.” He whispered, looking at the result. “Positive, positive, positive.” He grabbed his long hair. “I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill Jensen.”
“I don’t get it, how did he get you pregnant?”
“Do you need the full story? Because I can go get the kids and we can have Sex Ed.”
“No, I’m good.” Genevieve sat on the couch. “I mean, how, you’re a guy. Trust me, I know.”
“He said I was becoming an omega. I did some research but this sounds like something Kripke dreamt up.” He held up his tablet before lying back on the couch. “I’m going to kill Jensen. Going to kill him. He’s turned me into a freak.”
“Not to be a mood killer, Jared, but what are you going to do when the fetus grows? Is Sam Winchester supposed to have a baby this season?”
Oh, God. I hadn’t even thought about that.
This pregnancy could be the end of Supernatural - and it was all Jensen’s fault!
Part 5 - [Jared] Show Must Go On
Years from now, Jared would laugh at what happened. If the director knew what he was doing, he would probably save the clip that Jared ruined for the DVD’s special features. At the moment, the omega did not care. Grabbing a hand full of bagels, he threw them at the filming stage, aiming at Jensen’s ‘big old head.’
“You Son of a Bitch!” He tossed another hard bagel. Misha smartly moved out of the way, pulling his trench coat to protect his head. Jensen, however, didn’t fare as well as a second breaded meal slapped his forehead. “Pregnant! It wasn’t enough to turn me into a freak, you had to put the icing on top!” He tossed a hard roll, this one smacked Jensen in the gut.
“What the hell! Jay! Stop!”
“This was my body! Mine!” Smack, smack, smack.
“Jay!”
He kicked his legs when Charles, one of the studios security guards, grabbed him around the middle. “Let me go! I’m going to kill him!” He tossed his body back, trying to butt his head into Charles’ nose. He made a startled sound as he was ripped from one arms and into another.
“-Don’t you dare touch him!” Jensen growled.
Freezing, Jared tilted his head back. Jensen’s green eye were glowing, his fang elongated “J-Jen!” He breathed.
“Don’t you dare touch my omega.”
Most of the filming crew took a step back, even Charles held up his hands up in a pacifying manner. “No one’s going to hurt him, Jensen.” Misha offered a reassuring smile. “Maybe you should take your omega to the trailer and have a sit down while we get the set under control again?”
Jensen growled towards the other man, but the glow of his eyes did fade as he started out of the studio, dragging the tall Jared with him. Sitting in Jensen’s trailer, hands to his side, he stared blankly at the Jensen. “Did you go to the Were-Doctor?”
“No.”
“Jared.”
Avoiding Jensen’s hard gaze, Jared fought back the shame.
“How do you know you’re pregnant?”
Jared grumbled. “Took a pregnancy test.”
“It might be a false positive. Danneel and I have had a few of those scares in the past.”
“Ten different tests are a lot of false positives.” Jared wrapped his hands around his belly. “You bastard; they could cancel us if I can’t act for any period of time.”
Jensen just smiled brighter. “You’re really pregnant?”
“That’s not the problem! Jensen, I can’t have kids. I have two already I lose track of without adding a baby. The career of an actor who just had a baby is low. My hours would be sporadic and…”
“We’ll be fine, Jared! It’s Supernatural, not Real Housewives of Vancouver. The writers are experienced with making up stories when we’re not our picturesque beauty the fans love.” He wrapped his arms around Jared’s center. “You’re going to have to go to my doctor to confirm the pregnancy though.”
“I will.” Jared murmured automatically. He scowled at the thought.
Taking his cell phone out of his bag, Jensen set it in Jared’s hands. “You’re going to call him now and set it up.”
Again, without argument, Jared called up the number. Phone to his ear, he bit back the scowl when a young woman picked up the phone for introducing New Haven Were Hospital. It took several starts before he was able to set up his appointment, including the time Jensen had to take over the phone to establish that Jared was an omega making an appointment in lieu of his alpha.
“Politics, really. You’re my first omega. I’m usually very good about the knot. Fantastic sex that it is, a lot of girls and guys freak out when they see it.”
“Can’t freak out when the guy is drunk off his ass.” Jared grumbled as he hung up the phone. “And get off me.” He shrugged his stomach loose, climbing to a seat that was uncomfortable but Jensen-free.
“Are you going to hear me out now?” Jensen tried again, wringing his hands.
“Don’t have much choice now, do I? Everything I’ve read points that I’m your bitch now. Your baby-making bitch.” He sniffled.
“A traditional sense, you would be. Luckily, as you can see, I’m not living in the woods like those old archaic bastards. You should count your blessings my grandfather ain’t here. He’d expect me to do the running of the mates and claim you in front of the pack. Considering my pack is the studio guys, it’d be awfully embarrassing to get a drink with the same man who watched you cream like a teenager the day before.” Jensen scratched his nose. “You’re my omega in terms that I turned you. If I wanted to claim you, I’d have to do it the Normal way. A dinner and a movie, maybe a walk on the beach. My signature move is horseback riding, but that usually just drives the city girls wild. The final mark is getting on one knee and publicly asking you to be mine.”
Cross, Jared scowled. “Then why do I keep following your every command?”
“That’s the instinct. It’s a pain in the ass, trust me. The same instinct keeps telling me to clamp my canines into your throat and force you into submission, but that’s not how I play the game. I try to stand back and let you make your own decisions, but sometimes the alpha takes over and when those commands are for your well being, the omega loves it more.” He kicked his feet out. “Are you really that angry that you’re pregnant with my kid?”
Jared grumbled. “I should be, I’m more annoyed that you hijacked my body for this sick game. I wanted to be fucked by you, but not with these kinds of consequences.” He dropped his head. “Jensen, I’m pregnant. The studio owns me until my contract is voided. I lose everything if they find that I’ve broken the contract by getting pregnant.”
“They’re not going to do anything to us. We’re one of their highest rating programs. The writers would try working with us.” He reached for Jared.
Instinctively Jared changed seats, leaning against Jensen’s side. “But what if…”
“Trust me, they’re not going to do anything. Most of the crew is a werewolf. You’re among family. Sh. Close your eyes. It looks like you haven’t slept in days.”
Moreover, he hadn’t. The news had shaken his world.
“Sh. Sleep now my beautiful omega.”
“I still hate your guts.”
“Sh.”
Part 6 - [Jared] It’s Not All That Bad
As far as mated pairings went, Jensen and Jared didn’t hang out past the studio. With most of Sam’s scenes filmed in darkened rooms, behind props, and from the shoulders up, the crew was working hard to keep Jared’s secret just that - a secret. Fans had asked questions if Jared’s cheeks were thickening, but most voiced he looked good. Healthy even.
Jared used his alpha for the smallest of things. “I want Take Thai.” He set his phone back down. Lying in bed at two in the morning, he was most often hit with the cravings. He wasn’t sure if he was lucky or not, but when Genevieve had been pregnant her cravings had been ridiculous foods that made him gag. His favorites were fast food, traditionally foreign foods. Thai ranked the highest followed by Chinese, Japanese, Indian, German, Mexican, and finally, greasy American. Steaks were out without the right spices and potatoes alone made him sick.
“You are a poor example of a good Texan boy,” scorned Jensen on his first two in the morning run two months before.
Now, laying in bed and waiting for his alpha to do his job and provide, Jared felt good. Jensen owed him.
A ping came in. “I’ll be right there.”
Purposely being inconsiderate, Jared typed back, “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
Ping. “It’s fine. Anything for my babies.”
Jensen took so much shit Jared through at him. Like during high impact scenes that Sam and Dean were supposed to fight each other, he didn’t hold back some of his punches. The malice of his situation was not lost. Jensen had broken the rules. He was the one that made the television show real. Werewolves my ass.
The jingle of keys at his front door came almost an hour later and Jensen let himself in, dressed in a heavy jacket and nose pink from the cold. “Take Thai was closed so I went to…”
Sniffing the dish, Jared reeled back. “I wanted Take Thai! Take Thai!” He pushed the bag back at Jensen and reeled himself to his feet. The center balance of his belly had him rock forward, red shirt riding up to show off the stretched tight skin of his baby. Six months, still four more to go before the baby would be born. This wasn’t going by fast enough. “My back hurts, I can’t sleep, and now I can’t eat the one thing I really, really need right now? You keep telling me you love me, but you don’t.” His eyes stung as he dug through his refrigerator, finding some boiled eggs that Genevieve had left for him yesterday. Stuffing one in his mouth, he settled into the bar stool in the kitchen. “Why do you hate me?” He sobbed.
“I-I’m sorry.” Jensen pulled his phone out. “I think there’s Take Thai thirty minutes out that is open all night. I’ll go there.” He tightened his scarf and started toward the door, only to stop when Jared pulled at his sleeve.
“Don’t leave me.” Jared whimpered, pushing against his spine. “Just need a second.”
“I’m here.” Jensen whispered. “I’m always going to be here, that’s what it means to be my omega.”
Jensen was always there, even when Jared didn’t want him there. He walked Jared to and from the local convenience store, from the studio, and even to the park with the kids. When things started to go sour in his day-to-day life Jensen was always there.
Leading Jared into the living room, Jensen laid out on the couch with the taller man tucked on top of him. “You have an appointment with Dr. Jonas tomorrow don’t you?”
The Werewolf Doctor that made house calls. Jared blushed, but nodded.
“First sonogram, I bet you can’t wait.”
“It’s not going to be human.” Jared curled up around his belly. They’ll all know that I’ve slept with something very much not human. Screw being a guy that’s pregnant, they’re going to see a dog on the screen.
Jensen snickered as if hearing Jared’s thoughts. “There’s no difference between a Werewolf baby and a human baby. It’ll be years before the child can shift.”
As if that made it any better.
“I’ll be there.”
“Don’t want you there.”
“All right.” Jensen rubbed Jared’s hip. Rolling his eye, Jared twisted around until he was comfortably on the couch but still in the short man’s arms. His belly kept them an appropriate distance apart. “I’m going to be at the studio then. Call me if there’s any issues?”
“Fine.”
The next day, Dr. Jonas did come early. He brought with him a portable sonogram he explained he took to some patients unable to come to the office. With Jared’s real identity, it wasn’t smart to just pick him up and put him in the sanctuary of the Were community. People would follow and the best kept secret would be known.
“Is your alpha not here?” The older man looked around.
“Jensen is not my alpha.” Jared crossed his arms just over his belly. “Can we just get on with this?” Really, the longer he waited to see what kind of creature he had in him, the more his nerves started acting up.
Seeing his baby for the first time was surreal.
The first time he’d seen a sonogram image, he had tried to hide the fact he couldn’t see the baby by claiming he saw as much of the child as Genevieve had. It had only been worst when in reality neither could see anything but the blurry lines of something until around the seventh month when there was definitely a child in there and not a half-squirrel Area-51 alien.
Baby number two hadn’t been any better, but Jared had been quicker to find the child in the blur. He always rocked at Where’s Waldo games growing up.
This time he saw it almost immediately. Big head (definitely Jensen’s), fisted hand, fully formed spine, and two legs. The doctor moved the wand over Jared’s cold belly, trying to get a better view. Jared saw it before the doctor did. There, right between the legs was an obvious bump.
“A boy!” Jared sat up, wanting to look closer. The movement pulled the wand away and the image disappeared into a white screen. “Ah! Put him back on!” He sat back appropriately, raising his shirt higher than needed.
In good spirit, the doctor did just that, but this time the baby was moving away, trying to hide from the camera. Cooing, Jared rubbed the patch of his raised abdomen where the head was. “You can’t escape forever. You’re a Padalecki and we just love the camera.”
“I can make a couple of copies, if you’d like. For you’re non-alpha,” The doctor joked.
Piercing his lips together, Jared nodded. “I suppose he has a right to see. I would have been upset if Genevieve hid the ultrasound photos from me for any reason.” He used a rag to wipe his belly before sitting up for the real appointment to check on his state of health.
“It’s not common for new omegas to get pregnant.”
“Read about that. Jensen must have held it in as long as he could.” The smug part of him wanted to add that it was just the Padalecki Charm. Even almighty Ackles couldn’t help but pop a knot in his presence. “Doctor, can you tell me the truth. All that stuff I read online, about heats and stuff, will that really happen to me?”
“Which information?” The doctor hummed.
“Will I… self-lubricate?” The thought of him getting wet like a chick was unnerving. It was embarrassing enough when he woke up with a stiff one. Now he had to worry about a damp ass as he walked across the studio.
“Only during the days leading to heat and the actual heat. After this baby you have a good year or two before you’ll experience your first heat, so don’t worry about it just yet. I hear the boys that are turned are always embarrassed about the absorbent padding they have to wear, but they get over it quickly when sex comes into the situation. I’m to understand from my omega patients that omega sex during heat is the best. Slides right into the right spots.”
Jared rubbed his knees. “Will it… still work?” He indicated his own front of the pants. Since finding he was pregnant, the last thing he’d been was turned on. Since that night, he’d been limp as a babe. Genevieve’s opinion was that the testosterone needed for an erection was gone, replaced by “beautiful” estrogen from the new uterus.
The doctor was serious as he explained. “Your penis will always work just as before. Our research has shown that it takes a little while to reach orgasm from penile stimulation, but you can still have an erection.” He placed a reassuring hand on Jared’s shoulder. “Your testes are not going to shrink.”
Surprisingly that was a load off Jared’s mind.
That night, he even allowed Jensen one slice of pizza. Jensen declined, of course. Apparently he didn’t have a liking for anchovy and pineapple pizzas.
His loss.
Part 7 - [Jared] Being an Omega
Armed with a spray bottle, Jared stretched his legs out and let the sun bake his belly. Even surrounded by snow he still felt warm. No matter where he sat he couldn’t get comfortable.
The patio door slid open. “Jay, are you sure you should be outsi-ah!” Jensen ran back inside when Jared sprayed the freezing cold water towards him.
Sam Winchester had nothing on Jared with a spray bottle of water.
Huge stomach in front of him, the brunette enjoyed the cold breeze as another contraction ripped through his body. The doctor had promised to be there for the birth, but snows had him delayed east, in Ass Nowhere, Kansas. Apparently Jensen wasn’t that close to the werewolf community to find another doctor - or a doula, Jared would not dismiss a doula - that could handle the problem.
And going to a normal hospital was out of the question. They would laugh him out the door if he tried to get help.
“Spray bottle? Interesting way to get overbearing husbands out of the picture.” Danneel’s voice echoed from the door. Tilting his head back, Jared flushed red. Why did Jensen let her in his home? How was he supposed to apologize to this woman in person? Sorry I slept with your husband, but if it makes it any better, I helped you dodge a major bullet? “Don’t you have a jacket?”
“It’s inside.” Jared looked away.
“He can go through an address book looking for someone who has had a baby, but he can’t find you a coat? You can keep him.” Danneel went back inside, returning a few seconds later with the throw blanket off his couch. Wrapping himself in it, Jared eased his legs off the other chair to give the woman a seat. “I thought Jensen had finally jumped into the deep end when he started going on about getting you pregnant and little werewolves. Suppose he was just lying and you have a pillow tucked under that shirt?”
“No, ma’am.” Jared dropped his gaze again. “I’m really sorry.”
“What are you sorry for? He couldn’t keep it in his pants. I warned him that if our little girl was part wolf or squirrel or whatever he wants to be today, he’s going to have a lot to answer for. Apparently he loved me enough to be human with me, but enough to be himself with you.”
“You want to be omega?”
“No thank you. Dodged a bullet, I think. I love Jensen, and respect the work he’s done, but please keep that stuff on the set. I don’t need werewolves floating around my home on the weekends too.” She fixed her coat. “How far apart are your contractions?”
“Jensen’s over reacting, really. I’ve had one more child than him, the contractions are too far apart to be concerned. It’s just getting a bit cramped in there and the baby doesn’t know how to stop shifting.” He groaned and adjusted his position to relieve strain on his back. When that failed, he tilted his head back. “Oh Jensen…”
A careful head peeked out from the apartment, ready to run if a spray bottle came out. “Yes?”
“My pillow needs fluffed. Not all of us can find comfort on my bladder.” He leaned forward.
Quick to please, Jensen fluffed his pillow and waited for Jared to feel just right before returning to the house to check on all three children currently staying at the apartment. Danneel’s mirth broke free when Jensen disappeared.
“Isn’t he just delightful?”
Jared chuckled. “He is. I have him feeling so bad about this whole experience, but once it’s all said and done, I’m so going to have to owe him big.”
Danneel’s expression smoothed as she folded her arms under her. “You’re going to take care of him, right? This isn’t like borrowing a library book or a cell phone. You’re taking J.J.’s daddy and I just need to know that you’re going to take care of him.”
The good feeling burned out in Jared. “Danneel.” He swallowed. “I’m going to try, I really am.” He dropped his gaze again. “I’m trying to understand what it means to be an omega, no one gave me an instruction manual, but think I’m finally learning. Once this is all over, I think I’ll be ready to really try with Jensen. Let him be my alpha and be his omega. Raise not only our children, but his and mine. Be whatever he needs me to be.”
Jensen had accepted the change almost immediately. While he worked hard to keep their jobs secured until Supernatural finally came to a conclusion, the alpha had also tied up loose ends in his life. He gave up his life as a human - his wife, his picket fence, his general standing in society - to fix what he did to Jared. There was no going back, the best they could do was make it perfect for both parties.
It was Jared’s turn to own up. He had wanted Jensen at some point. There was consequences for every action (nine years of Supernatural taught him that) and it was time to grow up and accept it. He was Jensen’s omega. It wasn’t a bad place to be unless he made it awful.
Danneel touched his hand and Jared gripped her as another contraction ripped through his body. “Can you get Jensen for me? The baby sleeps so much better when he’s near.”
The woman smiled. “Sure. You stay right there.”
It wasn’t as if he was planning on going anywhere.
Part 8 - [Jared] Family
Jared promised himself and God that when he was done, he was going to get on his hands and knees and worship the ground Danneel and Genevieve walked on because no one should ever have to go through the pain of child birth with or without pain killers.
The contractions he had felt two weeks previously had nothing on these ones. This felt like his entire body was being ripped apart from the ass outward. In the beginning he had locked himself away, burrowing in the blankets on an instinct to hide and have his children alone. Jensen had been persistent, going as far as to remove the door from the hinges. He had not, however, been ready for Jared to be armed with one of Thomas’ Nerf guns.
While the bullets didn’t hurt, the knowledge that Jared would beat him together with the plastic weapon was enough to deter Jensen from entering the room for a good three hours.
“Genevieve, I love you so much…” Jared whispered as his ex dabbed his forehead with a moist cloth. She had been first to arrive, having flown for the assumed time of birth. She had been so helpful while he waited for Dr. Jonas to make his rounds this way. The poor doctor was stretched thin as more and more werewolves assimilated into society. Omegas were a thing of the past, soon it would be a rare spectacle. “Please, do me one thing.”
“What is it, Jared?” She smiled, brushing his bangs back.
“If Jensen comes in here again to see if I had the baby yet, beat him with Thomas’ gun.”
“Will do.” She smirked at the door where Jensen was hiding behind, ever present. Apparently he had taken the time to call familiar members of the Supernatural crew, particularly the werewolf ones. Jared had at first been impressed by the number of people that dropped their lives to come see him. That was until he realized he was quite a sight with no pants and the horrible lubrication of his anal cavity leaking down his thighs.
Misha waved playfully from the couch.
“And make them go away!” He tossed his head back as another contraction wrecked through his body.
He perked up a bit when the living room broke into cheers as Dr. Jonas walked through the door. Fucking rock star, Jared voiced out loud as he gripped his ex’s hand. He’d already apologized three times the last hour for putting her through this and then took it all back by claiming his labor was ten times worse when she provided empathy for his situation. As if she understood! His babies probably had sharp little claws!
He swore to buy her a huge diamond when this was over. She deserved it for the shit he put her through.
“I’m going to have to call in your alpha, Jared. I need him to hold up your legs.”
“I don’t want the rat bastard in here! He did this to me!” Jared cried over his chest. Dropping his head back, he sobbed when he realized he couldn’t find the strength to grab his own thighs and didn’t feel comfortable letting anyone else touch him like that right now.
Almost immediately Jensen was at his side. “I got you, Love.” Jensen’s hand was firm on his knees, pulling his legs back and apart to give the living room a good view of his anus. On any normal day, Jared would have been horrified by his predicament, but right now all he could think was how much he wanted the baby out.
Jensen growled low when the doctor’s fingers slipped into Jared’s anus. “You’re about eight centimeters dilated. I feel some hair, which is good. Baby’s in position but he just can’t fit yet. Keep his knees like that, alpha.” The doctor opened his black bag, going through medical supplies. “You’re doing well, Jared. Can you feel your body producing lubricant?”
Jared nodded. His body had released another anal plug about three weeks back and since then he’d been slick almost non-stop. Jensen had described it as delicious, Jared as uncomfortable.
“This will help numb the muscles and ease the baby out. Since you haven’t really experienced a heat yet, you’re not producing the correct amount. I’m going to put these two fingers in,” He held up his index and middle finger, “And I’m going to smear an additional cream along your channel and rim. If you feel any discomfort, please tell me.”
He pushed his finger along Jared’s anal rim with a soft request for Jared to take a deep breath. As they penetrated his body, Jared grabbed Jensen’s hand. It wasn’t clear if it was to keep Jensen from attacking or to keep him from pulling back, but it made the whole matter easier to handle. His fist tightened as his muscles contracted around the fingers that brushed against his cervix.
Genevieve rubbed his shoulders. “You’re doing wonderful.”
Another burst of fluid slid from his anal cavity. He felt so full and ready to explode. It’s going to hurt like a bitch. He clenched his anal cavity.
“You need to relax, Jared.” The doctor admonished.
Jared’s breathing only increased. He was about to pass a watermelon through a small orifice. This would be worst than the time he broke his arm jumping off the roof of his grandparent’s home.
“Jensen.” The doctor instructed.
Almost on cue, Jensen leaned forward. “Take a deep breath and look at me, Jay.” Jared did so, turning his head to face his alpha. Jensen’s eyes had that nice familiar glow in them again. He was trying so hard not to shift, Jared realized. “Relax your muscles. You’re squeezing the baby.”
Jared really tried to relax his anal muscles, but the presence was still in his mind. “I need to push, Jen.”
“Not yet.” Jensen rubbed his knees. “Just keep looking at me.” Jared did so. “Have you thought of any names?”
“Lots.” He admitted. “I really like Cain.”
“Oh, you don’t want anything starting with a ‘J’?” Jensen chuckled.
Jared grunted. “No. That’d be cliché. People would expect we name all our kids with a ‘J’. Unlike someone in this room, I’ve been very careful to avoid that.”
With the smallest of chuckles, Jensen kissed the top of Jared’s head. “You’re so precious.”
Jared blushed. “K…kiss me again, Jen.”
Jensen kissed his temple again.
“No,” Jared whispered, “On my lips.”
Genevieve looked away, but Jared still saw her smile before his lips were chastely touched by Jensen’s dry ones. He moaned softly. “Thank you.” He whispered before clenching up as another contraction burned up his spine. “He’s moving!” He cried out “Ah! Cain’s moving!”
The doctor, still between Jared’s knees, pushed his fingers back in. “He’s trying to get comfortable. His home just got really tight. Jared, I need you to take a deep breath. Come on, you’re not dilated enough.”
“P, please… let me push, Jensen. It hurts.” Jared shook his head, trying to pull his legs out from the tight grip locking them in place. Little feet kicked and nudged at his spleen as the baby’s head twisted around the tight space. Outside his cervix he could feel Dr. Jonas’ thick fingers, pressing against the outside of his uterus opening. His toes curled as he fought back the need to push, but instinct won out.
He clenched his jaw and pushed with all his might. Genevieve grabbed his free hand from the safety sheets protecting the mattress. Jensen held firm on his knees. “Deep breath, Jay.” He whispered.
Somewhere in the distance he could hear Dr. Jonas talking too, but all the voices were colliding into one as he felt the build up of another contraction and he pushed.
He could feel the head slid free from the tight rim of his anus, leaving a burn in its wake. That pain quickly faded against the stretch of sturdy shoulders. Jared grunt as he gave another push, freeing shoulders from his body. In his mind as it went, he could feel the slide of slimy toes along his rim, but paid no mind to it as he watched the doctor come free with the wet form of a pale child. The doctor quickly cleared the lung and nose as Jared was passing the placenta, but he didn’t even notice the freeing pain as he watched his child floating away from him.
Raising his arms, he made a ‘gimme’ motion towards the doctor.
It seemed like an eternity before the doctor did so, resting the freshly cut baby in Jared’s arms so he could go back between the new mother’s legs, checking for anal tearing.
Jensen slowly lowered Jared’s legs when the doctor gave the okay after cleaning up the area. The placenta was wrapped up and taken away while Jensen brought out a clean blanket to cover Jared’s lower body. In seconds the room was being filled with werewolves, eager to see the new addition to the pack.
Cain Ackles had a head covered in peach fuzz with the bluest of eyes. He opened a wide mouth to yawn after being soothed to calmness by Jared. “He’s beautiful,” Genevieve whispered.
Fixing the blue blanket around the new baby, Jared smiled. Next to him, Jensen spoke. “He is. He’s a beautiful alpha.”
Jared could only smile because he knew that this was the truth.
By: Selim
Rating: M
Warnings: Supernatural-verse-AU, mentions of knotting, mention of first!time, mating, animal, mpreg, self-lubrication, body modification, possessive behavior, relationship break-ups, graphic birth
Pairings: Past Danneel/Jensen, Past Genevieve /Jared, Jensen/Jared
Word Count: 9,000 Words
Summary: Response to MpregWinchester: 2014 Comment Meme. werewolf!Jensen was Jared's best friend and co-star for the last nine years. One night of drunken sex totally changed their relationship and entire life - Jensen accidentally knotting Jared and turned him into a omega werewolf. At first when Jared's body and behaviour begin changes (self-lubrication, need being obedient to his alpha, heat), this is a little strange and unpleasant for him, but Jared is really terrifies when he finds out (after first heat) that he's pregnant (for him this is unnatural for a man to become pregnant, also he fears that this can destroy his and Jensen's career...). I want that Jensen was very protective over Jared , tries to reassure and ease him into his new role, convinced Jared that being omega and carry Jensen's child isn't a bad thing...
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction and does not actually represent the persons involved in the tale. The author is not making any profit from the creation of this work of fiction.
Part 1 - [Jensen] The Discovery
Oh God, his head.
Sitting up, Jensen rubbed his temples with a firm thumb as his belly flipped. That was the last time he binge drank, he was getting too old for this shit. At some point last night, the chardonnay had become beer, the beer morphed into scotch, and soon if it had any volume of alcohol in it, it was game. Now he definitely regretted celebrating.
Pealing his eyelids open, Jensen took in the hotel room. At least he’d been smart enough not to drive home. The last thing he needed was Danneel getting on his case about coming home drunk. Again.
“Mm.”
Jensen paused mid-rub. Oh God, I slept with a fan. He really needed to start staying away with the alcohol. Well, he reasoned, time to do some damage control. Nice smile, offer to pay for the morning after pill, sever ties. No one ever had to know about this.
Scratching along his thigh, Jensen grunt as his knuckle came across the tell-all sign that he’d been less in control last night than he had original thought. His knot was still thick, at least a golf ball size. In the past, it had only popped out when he was really turned on, staying for weeks and then disappearing again to make him look normal. Even Danneel had yet to see the extra appendage.
Whomever he’d slept with had met with it. Poor kid. Jensen climbed off the bed to grab his pants. Turning back, he rubbed the lump on the other side’s shoulder. “Hey, wake up.”
“Ngh…” An arm tossed out. Jensen’s breath caught as Jared’s head poked out from under the blanket. Messy bed head, shoulder riddled with red bites, Jared looked a mess. “Fuck, h’rts.” Jared dropped his head back into the pillow, carefully rotating his hips.
Raising the blanket, Jensen took in the image of his very naked co-star. Man, he did a number to the guy. The worst part was the mess between creamy thighs that had cooled into a puddle.
Just run away, there’s no way Jared’s going to remember any of this.
Only, he couldn’t. Jared deserved to be looked over. His body wasn’t made to take a werewolf’s knot. Had he tried to pull away when it became obvious something was different?
Jensen tried to pull up the memories of the night before. Drinking, laughing, hanging off Jared’s shoulder, then nothing.
“J, Jen…” Jared opened his eyes. “W, what are you…why are you…ow…”
“Stay still, Jay.” Jensen went to the bathroom to wet a rag. During his short absence, Jared pulled the blanket up his shoulders, covering his head. “I’m going to clean you up, you’re, uh,” He forced a laugh but it seemed so wrong, “You’re a bit of a mess back there.”
“I can’t believe we did this,” Jared’s rough voice escaped from the blanket. “Stupid…stupid…”
“Jay?” Jen ran the cloth down Jared’s thigh. The drying semen came off, leaving pink irritated skin under. His path up towards the younger man’s backside stopped around pale globes. He could already feel it - the heat that radiated. “How are you feeling?”
“Like you took an umbrella and opened it up inside me.” Jared grunted. “Look, Jen, you don’t have to stay in here. Go back home to the misses. We can forget about all of this.”
Jensen finally slid the cloth home, between firm butt cheeks. His arm shook as a sweet smell wrapped around him, pulling his fangs out. You’ve gone and done it now, Ackles. Go on, tell the man you ruined his life. “I’ll go home eventually,” he finally said. “I need to take care of you first.”
Cleaned up, Jensen moved back into the bathroom. He caught himself in the sink. Green eyes glowing, ready to pounce. He was going to miss Danneel, but there were instincts that had to be followed and eventually she’ll understand. Supernatural was going to have to end eventually and Jensen was going to be summoned back home.
“Jen? We got to talk about this.” Jared’s voice carried. “Ugh, God, it’s never felt like this before.”
Glancing outside the bathroom, Jensen raised a fine brow as Jared pushed himself into a sitting position. Brown eyes widened and an uncomfortable look took over the brunette’s face before he shuddered. The smell of Jensen filled the room at full strength. If he hadn’t tightened his grip on the doorframe, the shorter male knew he would have pushed Jared down again and attempted to fill that tight bottom with his seed again.
It didn’t help as Jared whispered softly, “Shit, how many times did you spill in me…it’s like a flood.”
Curse his good hearing.
“You’re right.” Jensen forced out. “We have to talk about what happened.”
Part 2 - [Jared] A Damn Good Joke
It was as if someone broke a dam inside him. Jared Padalecki had had his experiences with other men. It all boiled down to he was only human and as human he enjoyed carnal pleasures. It wasn’t as if he ever expected to have sex with the one person that made his brain short circuit. Jensen was a very committed man and Jared knew how to respect that.
He tried the marriage thing and when that failed, he threw himself into meaningless relationships. He respected Jensen’s ability to stick with one person and forget about the rest.
I just ruined the man’s relationship by sleeping with him.
“You need to stay seated. I might have torn you up last night.” Jensen pushed on his shoulders, pressing Jared back into the mattress.
“No, I’m good.” Jared smiled. “A bit sore, but I’ve had worse. Trust me.”
He didn’t feel bad at all. Instead, he felt a little strange, like his body wasn’t his own anymore. There was this small urge to curl his huge frame into Jensen’s lap and asks to never be let go. He also felt like there was an ever-present heat in his lower body where a pulling along his organs was occurring.
Instead, he tossed himself back on his side and rubbed his hands over the line of pubic hair going up to his belly. That eased some of the tension. As if on second thought, he covered his lower body with the blanket.
“Jay, we’ve known each other for nine years.”
“I’m not going to dismiss our friendship just because we took a tumble under the sheets,” Jared grunted. “Jen, this stuff happens. If you want to see if we can avoid filming together as much as possible, we’ll ask, but I don’t want to stop seeing you every day. I can pretend it never happened. We’re actors, we’re good at pretending.” The last bit was hard to say because, yes, he was good at pretending. He was great at pretending he and Jensen were just the best of friends that shared (as Genevieve once said) one brain cell.
Jen sighed, the smallest of wishful smiles on his face. “I doubt you’ll be saying that in a few. Jay, I screwed up this time. Not with sleeping with you, but with…sleeping with you.” He tried to emphasize the difference. Jared tilted his head to the side, not understanding. “Look, I… we battle these monsters was Dean and Sam - werewolves.”
Where is he going with this?
“Yeah.”
“Sometimes, Jared, what we show and what we see… they’re not that different. Kripke knows. Misha knows. Everyone seems to know except you. It’s all pretend until a point.” Jensen ran his hands through his hair, a low aggravated noise escaping his lips. “Jay, I’m a werewolf.”
“Heh.” Jared’s face felt heavy. “Heh. Heh.” He tried to pick up on the laugh. “Jen, you’ve been doing this for too long. Talk to me seriously, now.”
“I am, Jay! I’m a werewolf. Kripke’s a werewolf, it’s why he pushed me to take a role. This is a huge comedy in our community and…”
Climbing out of bed, Jared grabbed his pants off the floor. Dear Lord, had Jensen ripped them off? His zipper was a lost cause and his button up shirt from the day before was missing a few buttons. “Jensen, when you’re ready to talk about this seriously, you know where I live. Until then, go and chill your head in water or something.”
“No, wait, Jared- your body-”
“Good bye, Jensen.” Shoes at hand, Jared left the apartment. The pain of his hangover was a welcome reprieve than staying with Jensen a second longer.
Part 3 - [Jared] Changes in Me
Jay, please answer the phone, we need to talk about this.
Jay, I know you’re home. You are probably feeling really tired, but that’s normal.
Answer the phone, Jay, I know you can hear me.
He was so tired. Ever since coming back to his apartment after that night with Jensen, Jared had rolled onto his side on the couch and slept. He had first brushed it off as the ever-lurking depression about being insulted by his best friend who called himself a werewolf. Then the real fatigue kicked in. He just closed his eyes and when he woke up, warm and alone, it had been another twelve hours. In thirty minutes, he went to the bathroom, grabbed a drink and some food, and would lure himself back to sleep.
The third time he woke up, on the second day, he heard the phone going off. Jensen’s voice echoed throughout the house. “Answer the phone, Jared. Please, I need to know you’re still alive.”
All his annoyance seemed to disappear as the urge to listen kicked in. The problem was, he hadn’t eaten in so long and he couldn’t find the energy to even roll off the sofa and crawl to the landline.
“You probably don’t feel like yourself right now. That happens when humans get knotted by a werewolf. First, your body feels all warm and toasty, as if you had a good bottle of bourbon. Then there’s the sleep. You sleep off the changes your body is going through. I’m told you feel heavy, but you need to push yourself up and get something to eat. Jared, get out of bed. I’ve left a BLT on your front door step. You can do it, Jay. Just get up.”
Without realizing it, Jared was getting up. He kept pushing his heavy body to move until he was leaning against the door. There outside, true to Jensen’s word, was a brown paper bag with a sandwich inside. Starting in on the meal, Jared worked his way through the apartment. First to the bathroom and then back into the refrigerator.
What changes am I going through?
The house phone rang. In true stalker-Jensen fashion, the man spoke up as soon as the answering machine signaled him to do so. “Good you ate. Listen, Jay, you need to keep yourself fed. I’m sure you don’t want me coming over but I’m going to leave meals by your door every morning. Get some water and keep it near the couch. If you’re feeling cramping, just go to the toilet. It’s the final part of the change.”
The change to what!
Water bottle filled (not because Jensen told him!), Jared made his way to the couch and flipped on the television. His stomach twisted and coiled, not in a sick kind of way but in the organs shifting again. Rubbing his guts, Jared stretched his legs out.
Later that evening, the cramps came that left him on the toilet. Smart phone in reach, he tried to Google the answer but people were just focused on the knot of a werewolf rather than the aftermath of the knot. What in the world could Jensen mea his body was going through changes?
With the faintest of groans, Jared leaned forward as his bowels flooded the toilet. “Jensen…” He groaned, grabbing at his belly. When it all seemed over, he cleaned himself before standing up. It was from the corner of his eye that he watched whatever come from his body disappear down the drain.
Grabbing his phone, he texted, “Jensen, why is there clear fluid coming out of me?”
A few seconds later, a ping, “Your body just accepted the new organ. That was the blood cells and the last of my seminal fluid clearing out of you.”
Gross.
“What new organ?”
“You’re an omega now.”
“A what now?”
“An omega. A turned.”
“Speak English.”
“It was your uterus.” A few seconds later a second message came through. “We really need to talk.”
“Fine. Come over.”
Stomping through his apartment, Jared almost didn’t open the door until Jensen started begging to come in. The man was clear he didn’t want to have this conversation through the door. Allowing the shorter male access to his home, Jared walked through the apartment on an instinctual need to provide. He had some left over pizza from the previous night and soda.
Jensen settled into the breakfast nook, his eyes forward. Putting the warmed up meal in front of the man, Jared sat across from him. “You’re a werewolf.” He started again.
A nod. “We’ve always been here, become part of the Normal society, but we’re not In-Your-Face, but we’re there.” Jensen laced his fingers. “We try to be careful who knows about us. Society just isn’t ready, so I’ve always been careful. Like I said before, I don’t regret sleeping with you. You’re a beautiful man. I just regret knotting you. This isn’t a path you deserved to go down.”
“Is Danneel an omega?” Jared inquired, curiously.
“Heavens no. She doesn’t know and will never know.” Jensen lowered his head. “By Were Law, I have to end my other relations now that I made an omega. She and I are trying to end it as civilly as possible.”
“Oh Jen…” Jared whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
Shaking his head, Jensen pushed a smile on his face. “It happens. I have other responsibilities now, like making sure your transition to omega is a smooth process.”
“That’s what I want to talk to you about. All right, you’re a werewolf. I’m not.” Jared glared. “I’m human. I don’t know what you’ve done to my body, but I’m not an omega or a beta or alpha, or whatever.”
“Jared you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Then what do you think is happening?”
“Obviously I’m sick. An intestinal disease complete with tiredness, dehydration, stomach cramps, and abdominal discharge. Nothing to worry about. Look, Jen, I just want us to be clear we’re still friends. No matter what you think. Maybe it’s time you took a break from Supernatural for a bit? Go out, see your family. Don’t throw away your relationship; I’m not looking for commitment.” He lowered his gaze. “I’m not dreaming about forever. I just want us to be us again.”
“Jay.”
“Please?”
Taking a deep breath, Jensen nodded. “Fine. But Jay, please keep eating. You… look like you’ve lost some weight.” He pushed the pizza towards Jared, popped the top for the soda before taking his leave.
Part 4 - [Jared] Growth of Cells
“And cut! Good job, boys!”
Finally relaxed, Jared moved off the stage, away from the impala and away from Misha and his coffee breath. Finding a chair, he settled into it, trying to pretend he didn’t notice how Jensen was collecting a second water bottle and the crackers that Jared liked. The man dropped them off next to Jared before following after Misha. Watching Jensen go, Jared opened the script to take the time and review his next scene.
“…I can’t believe Jensen’s letting him out. When my brother made his omega, they locked themselves away for three months, at least until the next baby was secure.” Kathy walked past, trying to keep her voice low, but failing to do so. Ahead of him, Robert Singer was talking with the camera crew as the stage was remade for Jensen’s next scene.
“Apparently he didn’t believe it.”
“How could he do this show for so many years and not believe it?”
“I know.”
“-Jared!” Jensen rushed back over, a paper bag in his hand. “I asked Megan to get you some vegetable soup.” He settled on the floor next to Jared, opening the bag to get the small cup of soup. “You really should go to that doctor I recommended.”
“My doctor reassures me that everything is fine.” He took the cup out of Jensen’s hand before the man got the idea of trying to feed Jared.
Jensen pierced his lips together before trying again. “Jay, I expect you to call the doctor today and set up an appointment.”
“I’ll do it when I get home.”
The words escaped Jared’s lips before he could stop them. It wasn’t the first time that Jensen had pulled this obedience from Jared. Draining the soup cup, Jared dropped his trash on Jensen’s lap before crossing his arms over his chest with a pout. Things just weren’t going his way these days.
At home, he ignored the number for the “Werewolf Doctor” that Jensen had recommended. Without the other male, Jared felt a little better. Like he could get away with anything. Sitting in his comfortable recliner, arms protectively wrapped around his belly. The game was on television, but it wasn’t interesting him. No, what currently had his attention was propped on his legs.
Omegas.
Apparently someone deemed themselves a specialist online about omegas and this seemed more true than anything else he’d read.
First, an Alpha “Werewolf’” knotted a poor unsuspecting human. It was supposed to be a night of uncontrollable passion. It might have been, Jared just wasn’t sure. Memories of that night were still foggy. The fan written porn seemed hot enough (he’d even found some Supernatural ones between Sam and Dean that had gave him perfectly useful wank material) but he wasn’t sure if this was what had really happened.
Part two was the transformation. The omegas body burned with the first heat during the knotting, the prostate transformed into a uterus in men and for women their uterus became sturdier. Jared remembered the heat of the few days that had put him into a near trancelike sleep. Apparently that was normal according to this. When the faux-uterus secured itself, it cleaned itself of the useless semen from the last coupling.
Last to change, the sign that it was all over, was the heat. No one had ever seen an omega in the troughs of heat. It was supposed to happen a month after the change.
Jared bit his knuckles. He didn’t feel any heat. He just felt hungry.
Pregnancy and the Werewolf Omega
He clicked on the link, flicking his tongue across the roof of his mouth.
These omegas had uteruses, boys and girls. That didn’t mean a functional uterus, did it?
The first line on the page taught him. All omegas are capable of producing. Women that were infertile turned omega have also proven to now be fertile.
He was…able to get pregnant?
Most omegas have to wait until their first heat to become pregnant, but on occasion the original transformation mating is enough to get the omega pregnant if the Alpha refrained from knotting with other partners long enough. His hand rubbing circles on his belly stopped.
Opening up his messenger, Jared tapped out a number he had been avoiding for the last few months.
Genevieve said their parting had been on mutual terms. She loved Jared, but love changed as Jared’s attention had turned to his insane co-star. Occasionally they went out to dinner together or had a play date with the children at the park, but for both baby’s peace of mind they tried to keep themselves as separate as possible. No reason for the children to think mommy and daddy were going to be getting back together.
The woman came over two hours later, children in tow and shopping bag at hand. “You weren’t making any sense, Jared.” She tossed the bag at him, fixing her sunglasses. Too busy hugging his children, Jared didn’t immediately responded back. His first job was getting Thomas and Shepherd settled.
When both children were busy in the spare bedroom that was usually theirs, Jared turned to Genevieve. “Did you bring it?”
“Just say it out loud, Jared,” Genevieve smirked, “’Did you bring me a pregnancy test, my queen?’”
“Did you bring me a pregnancy test, My Queen,” Jared parroted, going through the bag. Ha! This was why he loved the woman. She didn’t ask questions when he made weird requests and respected his privacy.
“What’s going on Jared?” She asked, following him to the bathroom. Years of marriage left the bathroom door open and her leaning against the sink as Jared tore open the box of one of the pregnancy test. When a begging glance over his shoulder was meet with an impatient scowl he unzipped his pants and did his business. “It takes five minutes for the test to read,” She explained as he glanced over the thin strip. “Now Jared, what’s going on?”
“Jensen’s a werewolf.”
Even Genevieve had a small laugh about that. “You shouldn’t bring work home with you,” She crackled while pushing tears from the corner of her eye. “Hoo, I needed a laugh.”
“I’m not joking. Or at least, I hope I’m not. He, I, uh, we did the deed a few weeks ago and according to the website I should be feeling the symptoms of heat. Instead I feel what you complained about with Thomas.”
Genevieve licked her dry lips. “Maybe you’re giving yourself phantom symptoms. Working too hard, I mean you’re only three episodes into the season.”
Rubbing his eyes, Jared shook his head. “I sure hope that’s all this is.”
It seemed like the longest five minutes of his life. He didn’t even find the courage to look at the strip, but he figured the results were bad when Genevieve opened up a second test. “Do you have any more pee in you to fill a cup?” She started into his kitchen. Hitching his pants back up, Jared followed her. Five bottles of water and three cartoons with the kids later, he filled a cup of pee and took another strip to it.
“It’s positive.” He whispered, looking at the result. “Positive, positive, positive.” He grabbed his long hair. “I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill Jensen.”
“I don’t get it, how did he get you pregnant?”
“Do you need the full story? Because I can go get the kids and we can have Sex Ed.”
“No, I’m good.” Genevieve sat on the couch. “I mean, how, you’re a guy. Trust me, I know.”
“He said I was becoming an omega. I did some research but this sounds like something Kripke dreamt up.” He held up his tablet before lying back on the couch. “I’m going to kill Jensen. Going to kill him. He’s turned me into a freak.”
“Not to be a mood killer, Jared, but what are you going to do when the fetus grows? Is Sam Winchester supposed to have a baby this season?”
Oh, God. I hadn’t even thought about that.
This pregnancy could be the end of Supernatural - and it was all Jensen’s fault!
Part 5 - [Jared] Show Must Go On
Years from now, Jared would laugh at what happened. If the director knew what he was doing, he would probably save the clip that Jared ruined for the DVD’s special features. At the moment, the omega did not care. Grabbing a hand full of bagels, he threw them at the filming stage, aiming at Jensen’s ‘big old head.’
“You Son of a Bitch!” He tossed another hard bagel. Misha smartly moved out of the way, pulling his trench coat to protect his head. Jensen, however, didn’t fare as well as a second breaded meal slapped his forehead. “Pregnant! It wasn’t enough to turn me into a freak, you had to put the icing on top!” He tossed a hard roll, this one smacked Jensen in the gut.
“What the hell! Jay! Stop!”
“This was my body! Mine!” Smack, smack, smack.
“Jay!”
He kicked his legs when Charles, one of the studios security guards, grabbed him around the middle. “Let me go! I’m going to kill him!” He tossed his body back, trying to butt his head into Charles’ nose. He made a startled sound as he was ripped from one arms and into another.
“-Don’t you dare touch him!” Jensen growled.
Freezing, Jared tilted his head back. Jensen’s green eye were glowing, his fang elongated “J-Jen!” He breathed.
“Don’t you dare touch my omega.”
Most of the filming crew took a step back, even Charles held up his hands up in a pacifying manner. “No one’s going to hurt him, Jensen.” Misha offered a reassuring smile. “Maybe you should take your omega to the trailer and have a sit down while we get the set under control again?”
Jensen growled towards the other man, but the glow of his eyes did fade as he started out of the studio, dragging the tall Jared with him. Sitting in Jensen’s trailer, hands to his side, he stared blankly at the Jensen. “Did you go to the Were-Doctor?”
“No.”
“Jared.”
Avoiding Jensen’s hard gaze, Jared fought back the shame.
“How do you know you’re pregnant?”
Jared grumbled. “Took a pregnancy test.”
“It might be a false positive. Danneel and I have had a few of those scares in the past.”
“Ten different tests are a lot of false positives.” Jared wrapped his hands around his belly. “You bastard; they could cancel us if I can’t act for any period of time.”
Jensen just smiled brighter. “You’re really pregnant?”
“That’s not the problem! Jensen, I can’t have kids. I have two already I lose track of without adding a baby. The career of an actor who just had a baby is low. My hours would be sporadic and…”
“We’ll be fine, Jared! It’s Supernatural, not Real Housewives of Vancouver. The writers are experienced with making up stories when we’re not our picturesque beauty the fans love.” He wrapped his arms around Jared’s center. “You’re going to have to go to my doctor to confirm the pregnancy though.”
“I will.” Jared murmured automatically. He scowled at the thought.
Taking his cell phone out of his bag, Jensen set it in Jared’s hands. “You’re going to call him now and set it up.”
Again, without argument, Jared called up the number. Phone to his ear, he bit back the scowl when a young woman picked up the phone for introducing New Haven Were Hospital. It took several starts before he was able to set up his appointment, including the time Jensen had to take over the phone to establish that Jared was an omega making an appointment in lieu of his alpha.
“Politics, really. You’re my first omega. I’m usually very good about the knot. Fantastic sex that it is, a lot of girls and guys freak out when they see it.”
“Can’t freak out when the guy is drunk off his ass.” Jared grumbled as he hung up the phone. “And get off me.” He shrugged his stomach loose, climbing to a seat that was uncomfortable but Jensen-free.
“Are you going to hear me out now?” Jensen tried again, wringing his hands.
“Don’t have much choice now, do I? Everything I’ve read points that I’m your bitch now. Your baby-making bitch.” He sniffled.
“A traditional sense, you would be. Luckily, as you can see, I’m not living in the woods like those old archaic bastards. You should count your blessings my grandfather ain’t here. He’d expect me to do the running of the mates and claim you in front of the pack. Considering my pack is the studio guys, it’d be awfully embarrassing to get a drink with the same man who watched you cream like a teenager the day before.” Jensen scratched his nose. “You’re my omega in terms that I turned you. If I wanted to claim you, I’d have to do it the Normal way. A dinner and a movie, maybe a walk on the beach. My signature move is horseback riding, but that usually just drives the city girls wild. The final mark is getting on one knee and publicly asking you to be mine.”
Cross, Jared scowled. “Then why do I keep following your every command?”
“That’s the instinct. It’s a pain in the ass, trust me. The same instinct keeps telling me to clamp my canines into your throat and force you into submission, but that’s not how I play the game. I try to stand back and let you make your own decisions, but sometimes the alpha takes over and when those commands are for your well being, the omega loves it more.” He kicked his feet out. “Are you really that angry that you’re pregnant with my kid?”
Jared grumbled. “I should be, I’m more annoyed that you hijacked my body for this sick game. I wanted to be fucked by you, but not with these kinds of consequences.” He dropped his head. “Jensen, I’m pregnant. The studio owns me until my contract is voided. I lose everything if they find that I’ve broken the contract by getting pregnant.”
“They’re not going to do anything to us. We’re one of their highest rating programs. The writers would try working with us.” He reached for Jared.
Instinctively Jared changed seats, leaning against Jensen’s side. “But what if…”
“Trust me, they’re not going to do anything. Most of the crew is a werewolf. You’re among family. Sh. Close your eyes. It looks like you haven’t slept in days.”
Moreover, he hadn’t. The news had shaken his world.
“Sh. Sleep now my beautiful omega.”
“I still hate your guts.”
“Sh.”
Part 6 - [Jared] It’s Not All That Bad
As far as mated pairings went, Jensen and Jared didn’t hang out past the studio. With most of Sam’s scenes filmed in darkened rooms, behind props, and from the shoulders up, the crew was working hard to keep Jared’s secret just that - a secret. Fans had asked questions if Jared’s cheeks were thickening, but most voiced he looked good. Healthy even.
Jared used his alpha for the smallest of things. “I want Take Thai.” He set his phone back down. Lying in bed at two in the morning, he was most often hit with the cravings. He wasn’t sure if he was lucky or not, but when Genevieve had been pregnant her cravings had been ridiculous foods that made him gag. His favorites were fast food, traditionally foreign foods. Thai ranked the highest followed by Chinese, Japanese, Indian, German, Mexican, and finally, greasy American. Steaks were out without the right spices and potatoes alone made him sick.
“You are a poor example of a good Texan boy,” scorned Jensen on his first two in the morning run two months before.
Now, laying in bed and waiting for his alpha to do his job and provide, Jared felt good. Jensen owed him.
A ping came in. “I’ll be right there.”
Purposely being inconsiderate, Jared typed back, “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
Ping. “It’s fine. Anything for my babies.”
Jensen took so much shit Jared through at him. Like during high impact scenes that Sam and Dean were supposed to fight each other, he didn’t hold back some of his punches. The malice of his situation was not lost. Jensen had broken the rules. He was the one that made the television show real. Werewolves my ass.
The jingle of keys at his front door came almost an hour later and Jensen let himself in, dressed in a heavy jacket and nose pink from the cold. “Take Thai was closed so I went to…”
Sniffing the dish, Jared reeled back. “I wanted Take Thai! Take Thai!” He pushed the bag back at Jensen and reeled himself to his feet. The center balance of his belly had him rock forward, red shirt riding up to show off the stretched tight skin of his baby. Six months, still four more to go before the baby would be born. This wasn’t going by fast enough. “My back hurts, I can’t sleep, and now I can’t eat the one thing I really, really need right now? You keep telling me you love me, but you don’t.” His eyes stung as he dug through his refrigerator, finding some boiled eggs that Genevieve had left for him yesterday. Stuffing one in his mouth, he settled into the bar stool in the kitchen. “Why do you hate me?” He sobbed.
“I-I’m sorry.” Jensen pulled his phone out. “I think there’s Take Thai thirty minutes out that is open all night. I’ll go there.” He tightened his scarf and started toward the door, only to stop when Jared pulled at his sleeve.
“Don’t leave me.” Jared whimpered, pushing against his spine. “Just need a second.”
“I’m here.” Jensen whispered. “I’m always going to be here, that’s what it means to be my omega.”
Jensen was always there, even when Jared didn’t want him there. He walked Jared to and from the local convenience store, from the studio, and even to the park with the kids. When things started to go sour in his day-to-day life Jensen was always there.
Leading Jared into the living room, Jensen laid out on the couch with the taller man tucked on top of him. “You have an appointment with Dr. Jonas tomorrow don’t you?”
The Werewolf Doctor that made house calls. Jared blushed, but nodded.
“First sonogram, I bet you can’t wait.”
“It’s not going to be human.” Jared curled up around his belly. They’ll all know that I’ve slept with something very much not human. Screw being a guy that’s pregnant, they’re going to see a dog on the screen.
Jensen snickered as if hearing Jared’s thoughts. “There’s no difference between a Werewolf baby and a human baby. It’ll be years before the child can shift.”
As if that made it any better.
“I’ll be there.”
“Don’t want you there.”
“All right.” Jensen rubbed Jared’s hip. Rolling his eye, Jared twisted around until he was comfortably on the couch but still in the short man’s arms. His belly kept them an appropriate distance apart. “I’m going to be at the studio then. Call me if there’s any issues?”
“Fine.”
The next day, Dr. Jonas did come early. He brought with him a portable sonogram he explained he took to some patients unable to come to the office. With Jared’s real identity, it wasn’t smart to just pick him up and put him in the sanctuary of the Were community. People would follow and the best kept secret would be known.
“Is your alpha not here?” The older man looked around.
“Jensen is not my alpha.” Jared crossed his arms just over his belly. “Can we just get on with this?” Really, the longer he waited to see what kind of creature he had in him, the more his nerves started acting up.
Seeing his baby for the first time was surreal.
The first time he’d seen a sonogram image, he had tried to hide the fact he couldn’t see the baby by claiming he saw as much of the child as Genevieve had. It had only been worst when in reality neither could see anything but the blurry lines of something until around the seventh month when there was definitely a child in there and not a half-squirrel Area-51 alien.
Baby number two hadn’t been any better, but Jared had been quicker to find the child in the blur. He always rocked at Where’s Waldo games growing up.
This time he saw it almost immediately. Big head (definitely Jensen’s), fisted hand, fully formed spine, and two legs. The doctor moved the wand over Jared’s cold belly, trying to get a better view. Jared saw it before the doctor did. There, right between the legs was an obvious bump.
“A boy!” Jared sat up, wanting to look closer. The movement pulled the wand away and the image disappeared into a white screen. “Ah! Put him back on!” He sat back appropriately, raising his shirt higher than needed.
In good spirit, the doctor did just that, but this time the baby was moving away, trying to hide from the camera. Cooing, Jared rubbed the patch of his raised abdomen where the head was. “You can’t escape forever. You’re a Padalecki and we just love the camera.”
“I can make a couple of copies, if you’d like. For you’re non-alpha,” The doctor joked.
Piercing his lips together, Jared nodded. “I suppose he has a right to see. I would have been upset if Genevieve hid the ultrasound photos from me for any reason.” He used a rag to wipe his belly before sitting up for the real appointment to check on his state of health.
“It’s not common for new omegas to get pregnant.”
“Read about that. Jensen must have held it in as long as he could.” The smug part of him wanted to add that it was just the Padalecki Charm. Even almighty Ackles couldn’t help but pop a knot in his presence. “Doctor, can you tell me the truth. All that stuff I read online, about heats and stuff, will that really happen to me?”
“Which information?” The doctor hummed.
“Will I… self-lubricate?” The thought of him getting wet like a chick was unnerving. It was embarrassing enough when he woke up with a stiff one. Now he had to worry about a damp ass as he walked across the studio.
“Only during the days leading to heat and the actual heat. After this baby you have a good year or two before you’ll experience your first heat, so don’t worry about it just yet. I hear the boys that are turned are always embarrassed about the absorbent padding they have to wear, but they get over it quickly when sex comes into the situation. I’m to understand from my omega patients that omega sex during heat is the best. Slides right into the right spots.”
Jared rubbed his knees. “Will it… still work?” He indicated his own front of the pants. Since finding he was pregnant, the last thing he’d been was turned on. Since that night, he’d been limp as a babe. Genevieve’s opinion was that the testosterone needed for an erection was gone, replaced by “beautiful” estrogen from the new uterus.
The doctor was serious as he explained. “Your penis will always work just as before. Our research has shown that it takes a little while to reach orgasm from penile stimulation, but you can still have an erection.” He placed a reassuring hand on Jared’s shoulder. “Your testes are not going to shrink.”
Surprisingly that was a load off Jared’s mind.
That night, he even allowed Jensen one slice of pizza. Jensen declined, of course. Apparently he didn’t have a liking for anchovy and pineapple pizzas.
His loss.
Part 7 - [Jared] Being an Omega
Armed with a spray bottle, Jared stretched his legs out and let the sun bake his belly. Even surrounded by snow he still felt warm. No matter where he sat he couldn’t get comfortable.
The patio door slid open. “Jay, are you sure you should be outsi-ah!” Jensen ran back inside when Jared sprayed the freezing cold water towards him.
Sam Winchester had nothing on Jared with a spray bottle of water.
Huge stomach in front of him, the brunette enjoyed the cold breeze as another contraction ripped through his body. The doctor had promised to be there for the birth, but snows had him delayed east, in Ass Nowhere, Kansas. Apparently Jensen wasn’t that close to the werewolf community to find another doctor - or a doula, Jared would not dismiss a doula - that could handle the problem.
And going to a normal hospital was out of the question. They would laugh him out the door if he tried to get help.
“Spray bottle? Interesting way to get overbearing husbands out of the picture.” Danneel’s voice echoed from the door. Tilting his head back, Jared flushed red. Why did Jensen let her in his home? How was he supposed to apologize to this woman in person? Sorry I slept with your husband, but if it makes it any better, I helped you dodge a major bullet? “Don’t you have a jacket?”
“It’s inside.” Jared looked away.
“He can go through an address book looking for someone who has had a baby, but he can’t find you a coat? You can keep him.” Danneel went back inside, returning a few seconds later with the throw blanket off his couch. Wrapping himself in it, Jared eased his legs off the other chair to give the woman a seat. “I thought Jensen had finally jumped into the deep end when he started going on about getting you pregnant and little werewolves. Suppose he was just lying and you have a pillow tucked under that shirt?”
“No, ma’am.” Jared dropped his gaze again. “I’m really sorry.”
“What are you sorry for? He couldn’t keep it in his pants. I warned him that if our little girl was part wolf or squirrel or whatever he wants to be today, he’s going to have a lot to answer for. Apparently he loved me enough to be human with me, but enough to be himself with you.”
“You want to be omega?”
“No thank you. Dodged a bullet, I think. I love Jensen, and respect the work he’s done, but please keep that stuff on the set. I don’t need werewolves floating around my home on the weekends too.” She fixed her coat. “How far apart are your contractions?”
“Jensen’s over reacting, really. I’ve had one more child than him, the contractions are too far apart to be concerned. It’s just getting a bit cramped in there and the baby doesn’t know how to stop shifting.” He groaned and adjusted his position to relieve strain on his back. When that failed, he tilted his head back. “Oh Jensen…”
A careful head peeked out from the apartment, ready to run if a spray bottle came out. “Yes?”
“My pillow needs fluffed. Not all of us can find comfort on my bladder.” He leaned forward.
Quick to please, Jensen fluffed his pillow and waited for Jared to feel just right before returning to the house to check on all three children currently staying at the apartment. Danneel’s mirth broke free when Jensen disappeared.
“Isn’t he just delightful?”
Jared chuckled. “He is. I have him feeling so bad about this whole experience, but once it’s all said and done, I’m so going to have to owe him big.”
Danneel’s expression smoothed as she folded her arms under her. “You’re going to take care of him, right? This isn’t like borrowing a library book or a cell phone. You’re taking J.J.’s daddy and I just need to know that you’re going to take care of him.”
The good feeling burned out in Jared. “Danneel.” He swallowed. “I’m going to try, I really am.” He dropped his gaze again. “I’m trying to understand what it means to be an omega, no one gave me an instruction manual, but think I’m finally learning. Once this is all over, I think I’ll be ready to really try with Jensen. Let him be my alpha and be his omega. Raise not only our children, but his and mine. Be whatever he needs me to be.”
Jensen had accepted the change almost immediately. While he worked hard to keep their jobs secured until Supernatural finally came to a conclusion, the alpha had also tied up loose ends in his life. He gave up his life as a human - his wife, his picket fence, his general standing in society - to fix what he did to Jared. There was no going back, the best they could do was make it perfect for both parties.
It was Jared’s turn to own up. He had wanted Jensen at some point. There was consequences for every action (nine years of Supernatural taught him that) and it was time to grow up and accept it. He was Jensen’s omega. It wasn’t a bad place to be unless he made it awful.
Danneel touched his hand and Jared gripped her as another contraction ripped through his body. “Can you get Jensen for me? The baby sleeps so much better when he’s near.”
The woman smiled. “Sure. You stay right there.”
It wasn’t as if he was planning on going anywhere.
Part 8 - [Jared] Family
Jared promised himself and God that when he was done, he was going to get on his hands and knees and worship the ground Danneel and Genevieve walked on because no one should ever have to go through the pain of child birth with or without pain killers.
The contractions he had felt two weeks previously had nothing on these ones. This felt like his entire body was being ripped apart from the ass outward. In the beginning he had locked himself away, burrowing in the blankets on an instinct to hide and have his children alone. Jensen had been persistent, going as far as to remove the door from the hinges. He had not, however, been ready for Jared to be armed with one of Thomas’ Nerf guns.
While the bullets didn’t hurt, the knowledge that Jared would beat him together with the plastic weapon was enough to deter Jensen from entering the room for a good three hours.
“Genevieve, I love you so much…” Jared whispered as his ex dabbed his forehead with a moist cloth. She had been first to arrive, having flown for the assumed time of birth. She had been so helpful while he waited for Dr. Jonas to make his rounds this way. The poor doctor was stretched thin as more and more werewolves assimilated into society. Omegas were a thing of the past, soon it would be a rare spectacle. “Please, do me one thing.”
“What is it, Jared?” She smiled, brushing his bangs back.
“If Jensen comes in here again to see if I had the baby yet, beat him with Thomas’ gun.”
“Will do.” She smirked at the door where Jensen was hiding behind, ever present. Apparently he had taken the time to call familiar members of the Supernatural crew, particularly the werewolf ones. Jared had at first been impressed by the number of people that dropped their lives to come see him. That was until he realized he was quite a sight with no pants and the horrible lubrication of his anal cavity leaking down his thighs.
Misha waved playfully from the couch.
“And make them go away!” He tossed his head back as another contraction wrecked through his body.
He perked up a bit when the living room broke into cheers as Dr. Jonas walked through the door. Fucking rock star, Jared voiced out loud as he gripped his ex’s hand. He’d already apologized three times the last hour for putting her through this and then took it all back by claiming his labor was ten times worse when she provided empathy for his situation. As if she understood! His babies probably had sharp little claws!
He swore to buy her a huge diamond when this was over. She deserved it for the shit he put her through.
“I’m going to have to call in your alpha, Jared. I need him to hold up your legs.”
“I don’t want the rat bastard in here! He did this to me!” Jared cried over his chest. Dropping his head back, he sobbed when he realized he couldn’t find the strength to grab his own thighs and didn’t feel comfortable letting anyone else touch him like that right now.
Almost immediately Jensen was at his side. “I got you, Love.” Jensen’s hand was firm on his knees, pulling his legs back and apart to give the living room a good view of his anus. On any normal day, Jared would have been horrified by his predicament, but right now all he could think was how much he wanted the baby out.
Jensen growled low when the doctor’s fingers slipped into Jared’s anus. “You’re about eight centimeters dilated. I feel some hair, which is good. Baby’s in position but he just can’t fit yet. Keep his knees like that, alpha.” The doctor opened his black bag, going through medical supplies. “You’re doing well, Jared. Can you feel your body producing lubricant?”
Jared nodded. His body had released another anal plug about three weeks back and since then he’d been slick almost non-stop. Jensen had described it as delicious, Jared as uncomfortable.
“This will help numb the muscles and ease the baby out. Since you haven’t really experienced a heat yet, you’re not producing the correct amount. I’m going to put these two fingers in,” He held up his index and middle finger, “And I’m going to smear an additional cream along your channel and rim. If you feel any discomfort, please tell me.”
He pushed his finger along Jared’s anal rim with a soft request for Jared to take a deep breath. As they penetrated his body, Jared grabbed Jensen’s hand. It wasn’t clear if it was to keep Jensen from attacking or to keep him from pulling back, but it made the whole matter easier to handle. His fist tightened as his muscles contracted around the fingers that brushed against his cervix.
Genevieve rubbed his shoulders. “You’re doing wonderful.”
Another burst of fluid slid from his anal cavity. He felt so full and ready to explode. It’s going to hurt like a bitch. He clenched his anal cavity.
“You need to relax, Jared.” The doctor admonished.
Jared’s breathing only increased. He was about to pass a watermelon through a small orifice. This would be worst than the time he broke his arm jumping off the roof of his grandparent’s home.
“Jensen.” The doctor instructed.
Almost on cue, Jensen leaned forward. “Take a deep breath and look at me, Jay.” Jared did so, turning his head to face his alpha. Jensen’s eyes had that nice familiar glow in them again. He was trying so hard not to shift, Jared realized. “Relax your muscles. You’re squeezing the baby.”
Jared really tried to relax his anal muscles, but the presence was still in his mind. “I need to push, Jen.”
“Not yet.” Jensen rubbed his knees. “Just keep looking at me.” Jared did so. “Have you thought of any names?”
“Lots.” He admitted. “I really like Cain.”
“Oh, you don’t want anything starting with a ‘J’?” Jensen chuckled.
Jared grunted. “No. That’d be cliché. People would expect we name all our kids with a ‘J’. Unlike someone in this room, I’ve been very careful to avoid that.”
With the smallest of chuckles, Jensen kissed the top of Jared’s head. “You’re so precious.”
Jared blushed. “K…kiss me again, Jen.”
Jensen kissed his temple again.
“No,” Jared whispered, “On my lips.”
Genevieve looked away, but Jared still saw her smile before his lips were chastely touched by Jensen’s dry ones. He moaned softly. “Thank you.” He whispered before clenching up as another contraction burned up his spine. “He’s moving!” He cried out “Ah! Cain’s moving!”
The doctor, still between Jared’s knees, pushed his fingers back in. “He’s trying to get comfortable. His home just got really tight. Jared, I need you to take a deep breath. Come on, you’re not dilated enough.”
“P, please… let me push, Jensen. It hurts.” Jared shook his head, trying to pull his legs out from the tight grip locking them in place. Little feet kicked and nudged at his spleen as the baby’s head twisted around the tight space. Outside his cervix he could feel Dr. Jonas’ thick fingers, pressing against the outside of his uterus opening. His toes curled as he fought back the need to push, but instinct won out.
He clenched his jaw and pushed with all his might. Genevieve grabbed his free hand from the safety sheets protecting the mattress. Jensen held firm on his knees. “Deep breath, Jay.” He whispered.
Somewhere in the distance he could hear Dr. Jonas talking too, but all the voices were colliding into one as he felt the build up of another contraction and he pushed.
He could feel the head slid free from the tight rim of his anus, leaving a burn in its wake. That pain quickly faded against the stretch of sturdy shoulders. Jared grunt as he gave another push, freeing shoulders from his body. In his mind as it went, he could feel the slide of slimy toes along his rim, but paid no mind to it as he watched the doctor come free with the wet form of a pale child. The doctor quickly cleared the lung and nose as Jared was passing the placenta, but he didn’t even notice the freeing pain as he watched his child floating away from him.
Raising his arms, he made a ‘gimme’ motion towards the doctor.
It seemed like an eternity before the doctor did so, resting the freshly cut baby in Jared’s arms so he could go back between the new mother’s legs, checking for anal tearing.
Jensen slowly lowered Jared’s legs when the doctor gave the okay after cleaning up the area. The placenta was wrapped up and taken away while Jensen brought out a clean blanket to cover Jared’s lower body. In seconds the room was being filled with werewolves, eager to see the new addition to the pack.
Cain Ackles had a head covered in peach fuzz with the bluest of eyes. He opened a wide mouth to yawn after being soothed to calmness by Jared. “He’s beautiful,” Genevieve whispered.
Fixing the blue blanket around the new baby, Jared smiled. Next to him, Jensen spoke. “He is. He’s a beautiful alpha.”
Jared could only smile because he knew that this was the truth.