With a pulse underneath | PG | werewolf!Sam/Dean
Title: With a pulse underneath
Author: lackadaisy
Characters/Pairing: werewolf!Sam/Dean
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 342
Summary: A brief interlude with Sam and Dean near the end of the second out of the three months in Sam's pregnancy. Short and sweet.
”Your hands are warm and my body is wide
To hold all the promise of blue-velvet dark and stars” - 'Stars' by The Weepies
With a pulse underneath
Dean is lying next to Sam amidst the yanked out nest of sheets and throw blankets. The full moon is sitting staunchly in the sky, sending its transforming rays down on his little brother, changing him and his precious cargo until the sun rises. Dean has a hand spread out on Sam's hump of a belly, and he can feel the stubborn kicking of the littlest Winchesters. Three of them they discovered at the latest check up, and Dean can't believe in one short months they'd be ready to come out, all kicks and screams and beating hearts, tails spindly and wagging like all werewolf pups.
Sam is sleeping as well as he can with his heightened senses and the discomfort of being so heavily in whelp. Dean thinks this is the craziest thing that's ever happened to them, hands down. Before that drunken night where Dean should have been watching out for Sammy while he'd turned, Sam having been bitten by a werewolf had been the craziest thing. Now it was beaten out by him being knocked up with Sam and Dean Jr.'s.
Dean inched closer so his face was nuzzled up against the side of Sam's stomach and their pups were kicking at his face. He pressed a kiss to the hump and Sam huffed out a pleased wolf-sigh.
“You know, Sammy, I think I can do this,” Dean murmured, knowing his brother wouldn't understand him in the moment, “really, I...I know I haven't been the most supportive mate, and all the other wolves are talking shit about our pack behind your back but...but I'm ready now. I'm okay.”
Sam's wolf-brain didn't grasp the words but it gathered from the tone the importance and happiness and so he wheezed and whined for attention, tugging at Dean's scruffy short hair. He sidled upwards on the bed, and withstood plenty of kisses and licks to his face, and a bit of grooming too. His attention was entirely absorbed by the insistent life wriggling beneath his hand over Sam's belly button.
Author: lackadaisy
Characters/Pairing: werewolf!Sam/Dean
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 342
Summary: A brief interlude with Sam and Dean near the end of the second out of the three months in Sam's pregnancy. Short and sweet.
”Your hands are warm and my body is wide
To hold all the promise of blue-velvet dark and stars” - 'Stars' by The Weepies
With a pulse underneath
Dean is lying next to Sam amidst the yanked out nest of sheets and throw blankets. The full moon is sitting staunchly in the sky, sending its transforming rays down on his little brother, changing him and his precious cargo until the sun rises. Dean has a hand spread out on Sam's hump of a belly, and he can feel the stubborn kicking of the littlest Winchesters. Three of them they discovered at the latest check up, and Dean can't believe in one short months they'd be ready to come out, all kicks and screams and beating hearts, tails spindly and wagging like all werewolf pups.
Sam is sleeping as well as he can with his heightened senses and the discomfort of being so heavily in whelp. Dean thinks this is the craziest thing that's ever happened to them, hands down. Before that drunken night where Dean should have been watching out for Sammy while he'd turned, Sam having been bitten by a werewolf had been the craziest thing. Now it was beaten out by him being knocked up with Sam and Dean Jr.'s.
Dean inched closer so his face was nuzzled up against the side of Sam's stomach and their pups were kicking at his face. He pressed a kiss to the hump and Sam huffed out a pleased wolf-sigh.
“You know, Sammy, I think I can do this,” Dean murmured, knowing his brother wouldn't understand him in the moment, “really, I...I know I haven't been the most supportive mate, and all the other wolves are talking shit about our pack behind your back but...but I'm ready now. I'm okay.”
Sam's wolf-brain didn't grasp the words but it gathered from the tone the importance and happiness and so he wheezed and whined for attention, tugging at Dean's scruffy short hair. He sidled upwards on the bed, and withstood plenty of kisses and licks to his face, and a bit of grooming too. His attention was entirely absorbed by the insistent life wriggling beneath his hand over Sam's belly button.