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This is a post for any and all Fictional People prompts that have not been filled. (this includes pairings such as Sam/Dean, Dean/Cas, Clay/Tom, Priestly/Alec etc)
You may browse through posts or take a look at our Unfilled Delicious account as a quick and easy resource ( Read more... )
Oddly, it didn't hurt as much as having Sam's fists inside him had. He'd been so scared then, that Sam would make a sudden movement or try to lift him up and sink him down on his forearms like a puppet. When he'd flexed, Dean had thought Sam would rip him apart.
Sam was cooing and petting him now, his eyes bright and hopeful. He pushed Dean's legs up to bare his hole to the air, but he didn't touch it. After all they'd been through, apparently this was what it took for Sam to keep his hands to himself. Dean had stopped crying. He stared up at the ceiling, swirls of white paint and stucco, not really seeing it. Sam's hands were big on his thighs, keeping him open. He tried to hide his face in Castiel's neck, but he couldn't tune out Sam's encouragements or his prattle about how pretty Dean looked, how they'd all be a family.
Dean started pushing. He'd always wanted a family. And, yeah, how fucked up was that? The plastic head slid out easy, but he had trouble at the shoulders. "Little help, Sammy?" he gasped. Sam looked confused and Dean was holding onto Cas too tightly to gesture, so Castiel, who rarely spoke when Sam was present, gently said, "Take the baby's shoulder's Sam."
The pressure eased as soon as Sam did this. It allowed Dean to breathe again. He pushed the doll out the rest of the way, shaking with the need to get up, to get out. The rest of the water rushed out of him. He felt his hole, gaping and empty...naked...and clenched his legs together, trying not to be so exposed. Now that the baby doll was out, Sam might want to put something else in there and he couldn't. Not now. He wanted to roll onto his side and be sick again.
Sam had wrapped the doll in a towel and turned his soft cooing towards it. Dean blinked the tears from his eyes and settled the mask back down over his features. Nothing to see here. Keep moving on, people.
"Sam?" Sam and Dean both started when Cas spoke. It really was that rare. "I would like to give our baby a gift," Cas said, his voice low and soothing as if he were calming a rabid dog.
Sam smiled. "That's a good idea, Jess."
"I would like to give her this collar." He touched the one around his neck. "But I can't get it off. I'm not strong enough."
Still smiling, Sam leaned forward to touch Castiel's neck. The collar snapped off. Cas removed it, unhooked it from the chain on the bedpost, and gently put it around the doll's neck. It shrank as he let go until it was the perfect size.
And then the doll began to cry. She was still made of plastic, but her limbs wiggled and her mouth opened, seeking sustenance. Sam pressed her to his chest. "Daddy's here. Going to give you everything you need."
"What the hell?" Dean started to ask when Cas turned back to him. Cas stood on the bed, though, and lifted Dean, too. Dean barely had time to wrap his arms around Castiel's shoulders before Castiel once again pressed Dean to his bosom and lifted him from hell (lowercase 'H' this time).
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"You can't keep me here," Dean said after two weeks of this.
"You'll go back to him." Castiel sounded wearier now than Dean had ever heard him.
"He's my brother." It was close enough to saying 'yes'.
"Not anymore. You should leave him to his demon baby." Castiel had explained about the power of the collar, how it did whatever Sam wished, whether that was to restrain an angel or make a hunk of plastic do a Pinocchio.
"I can't do that."
Castiel looked down and squeezed the bridge of his nose as if Dean had given a migraine. "I know. But I lifted you, Dean. And you should know this: my compassion and my need to save you has no limit. But if you go back to him, we will be done."
"He's my brother," Dean said again. He expected Castiel to disappear, fed up with him. Instead, Cas sits down next to him and takes his hand.
"You don't have to decide right now."
Dean was still thinking when the sun behind the curtains went down and Castiel rolled him onto his side and folded the blanket over him.
He thought he heard Castiel say, "Perhaps you should see him. Maybe that will snap you out of this."
But when he opened his eyes, Cas was gone, so he couldn't be sure. He knew one thing, though, he would find Sam again.
The End
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