It's all about family - (2/2), SPN, NC-17, MPREG
Title: It's all about family
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mpreg, Graphic birth, Wincest.
Disclaimer: None of the following belongs to me, I am just playing in Kripke and WB/CW's sandbox for fun not profit.
Previous Chapter
Dean couldn’t hear this brother, he was too focused on getting to the end of the contraction. It seemed to go on forever, when in reality it was only 90 seconds; but definitely the longest 90 seconds of his life. Slowing the contraction started to let go of its grip on Dean. Deans’ breathing slowed back to its regular pattern.
“God Dean, are your okay?” Dean just looked a Sam incredulously.
“Uh, yeah, stupid question I suppose.”
“Sorry dude, you’re just freaking me out here!” Dean glared at his brother.
“You’re freaking out! How ‘bout you try from this end! Help me up man; I got to get inside before the next one.”
Sam pulled Dean to he’s feet and caught him as he staggered against him. Dean virtually waddled into the cabin and slid down out of Sam’s arms within two steps of the threshold.
“Dean come over near the fireplace, you’ll need it to keep warm later.” Sam pleaded as he took in the surrounds of the cabin.
“Can’t,…can’t walk any…more…uuuhhh God!” Dean ground out between his clenched jaws. Dean curled up around his swollen stomach, biting his lip, making it bleed as he fought to control his pain. It felt like his pelvis was being forced apart with an overwhelming blunt force surging down through his body. He really wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.
“What do you need me to do babe, how can I help you?” Sam cooed as he stroked his straining Brother’s forehead. Sam had read all the books and internet articles he could on childbirth, but none of it had really prepared him for agony that Dean seemed to be in at the moment. Dean was always the stoic one, it scared the hell out of Sam to see Dean showing he was in so much pain. Dean never showed his pain unless it was bad, real bad.
Dean slowly regained his breath and started to uncurl slightly.
“Help me with my pants, I don’t think I have long, I think I’m gonna need to push soon.” Dean stated breathlessly, fumbling at his belt buckle.
“Oh…OHHH…ok here let me.” Sam stuttered as he glanced sharply to his Brother’s face and then looked away. Sam quickly undid Dean’s pants and tugged them down his trembling legs. Sam finally got the pants down to his ankles and removed Dean’s boots, sliding his pants and boxers out of the way. Dean worked his way through 3 more contractions, the pressure in his pelvis increasing with each contraction. Dean whimpered slightly at the end of each contraction, looking pleadingly into Sam’s gaze. Tears started to slip from Sam’s eyes as he watched his brother plead with his eyes to make it stop.
“I’m so sorry, Dean, it should have been me, why do you always have to be so self sacrificing?” Sam sobbed as he thought about what got them into this predicament in the first place.
Flash
“Dean, have you ever thought about having kids of your own?” Sam said as he watched the young children running through the play equipment of the park. Dean turned his head sharply to gaze at Sam.
“That would be a little hard given that my partner is a man Sam. What, you mean adopt a kid?”
“No, I mean us. With all the stuff we’ve seen, surely there something or someone out there who can make it happen somehow.” Dean turned, stepping in front of his brother.
“You’re serious aren’t you! Jesus Sam, I don’t know, yeah I suppose, if It could be done, I’d like to have a kid, but I don’t know that I’d want to be the one to carry it. I mean, …what brought this up Sam?”
Sam shifted his gaze to meet his brother’s for a moment before quickly looking down at his wringing hands. “I…I just, you know, thought, I would really love to have something that was both of us, something that came purely from us, made us a family again.”
“Ah, Sam! We are a family, you and me.”
“I know, I know, it’s just, I don’t know, I want more now. Watching that family the other day with their kids, when we brought them back to them, it just made want that for us. Not the kidnapping by a supernatural entity, but the sense of unconditional love for a being that our love made. I know, I know, it’s corny as hell, but I can’t help what I feel.” Dean rolled his eyes, but smiled softly at his brother.
“It’s ok dude, I know you’re really an ugly chick…” Dean laughed as Sam punched him in the upper arm.
“If that’s what you need then, I’m in, but how about you carry it huh!”
“Thanks for seeing us at such short notice Madam!” Sam gushed as he put his hand forward to shake the witches’ hand.
“Your welcome Sam, please call me Zaferin, what can I do to help you two today.” Zaferin smiled as her gaze traveled between the two handsome men in front of her.
“We want to have a baby! Well, I want to have the baby, well Dean does too, but he doesn’t want to carry it, well I know he would if we didn’t have any other choice, but if we have a choice I want to be the one to carry it.”
“Ok Sam, just take a breath. Let’s go and take a seat and we can talk about what needs to happen.” A knowing smile was directed at Dean as he rolled his eyes at his overly enthusiastic brother.
“Ok, come on Dean.” Sam pulled at Dean’s arm, urging him to follow Zaferin as she moved through to another room.
“Settle Samantha, I’m coming!” Sam rolled his eyes at the use of the hated nickname.
Once the men were seated comfortably, Zaferin started to explain the process involved.
“Now Sam, I know you said that you wanted to be the one to carry the child, but I really don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“What, why not?” Sam pushed himself to the front of his seat, leaning over the coffee table that separated the brothers from Zaferin. Dean put his hand on Sam’s arm to calm him.
Zaferin, leaned in and touched Sam’s other arm. “It’s ok Sam, it’s just that you have a very slim build and I really think it would be far too dangerous for you to try and carry the baby. I don’t think that you would be able to deliver the baby and as the baby became more confined by your pelvis, you would be more likely to go into premature labor, which would be dangerous for both you and the baby. If you did manage to go to term you would not be able to deliver the baby and would be forced to have a c-section, which given you are a man could be a little hard to explain to the medical fraternity and the less exposure you give this the better for everyone. You aren’t the only male couple I am helping to achieve the joy of parenthood. If this went public it would be devastating for everyone!” Zaferin, rubbed Sam’s forearm consolingly.
Sam looked like he was about to cry. “But, I…I just want us to have a child!” Dean put his arm around Sam’s shoulders, pulling him to his chest.
“We still can Sammy. She didn’t say she couldn’t help us, just that you can’t be the one to have the baby.” Dean looked up to Zaferin.
“What about me, could I carry the baby to term?”
Zaferin stood up extending her hands out to Dean. “Come with me, I need to check a few things, but I think you could carry to term.”
Dean wiped his suddenly sweaty palms on his jeans before taking Zaferin’s offered hands and following her into an examination room.
“Lay on the bed for me Dean.” Zaferin said as she turned to bench with instruments laid out across it.
“I’ve heard that before now!” Dean smirked.
Zaferin laughed. “I’m sure you have young man, I’m sure you have.”
“Now, I just want to get some measurements of your pelvis. You can keep your clothes on. It maybe a little uncomfortable as I try to find the right measurement points, but bear with me." Zaferin said as she turned back to Dean with a tape measure.
Zaferin probed Dean’s hip joints with her supple fingers, murmuring to herself as she did. By this time, Sam had come up to stand by Dean’s head, putting his hand on Dean’s shoulder. Dean reached up and held tight to Sam’s hand.
“It will be ok Sammy, you’ll see.”
Dean grunted as Zaferin pushed down on the front of his pubic bone, seeking out the edges to get accurate measurements. Zaferin coiled the tape measure after taking the last measurement and stepped back a little from the bed.
“Well, everything seems to be ok. It maybe a tight fit, but I think you will have no more trouble than the average women. Congratulations, we’re about to work the mojo to get you pregnant Dean.”
Dean swallowed hard and glance up at Sam’s teary face. “Ok…so what do we need to do to get this show on the road?”
Flash
“Sam….Oh God, I have to…I have to…push.”
A low guttural moan started to rise from Dean’s throat. All of a sudden the pressure down in his groin became intense and an overwhelming urge to bear down overtook Dean’s entire being. Sweat streamed down Deans’ flushed and straining face.
“Just push Dean, you can do it!”
Dean flashed his eyes up to Sam’s.
“Uuuhhhh…uuuhhhh…” Dean grunted as the contraction took away his ability to think or even breathe.
“Dean take a deep breath and push to the count of ten; ready, 1,…2,…3,…4,…5,…6,…7,…8,…9,…10! That’s it Dean, take another deep breath…”
This continued for another half an hour as contraction after contraction rolled through Dean’s body, slowly forcing the baby down through Dean’s pelvis. Finally, Dean flopped back spent, as the contractions finally slowed down a little, giving him a chance to catch his breath. Dean could feel his anus starting to stretch and burn as the baby’s head rested against the tight ring of muscle. Dean reached down with trembling fingers to see if he could feel anything.
“Let me take a look Dean.” Dean spread his long legs further apart to accommodate his Brother. Dean’s anus was bulging out grotesquely as the Baby’s head pushed against the opening. Dean started to groan as another contraction started.
“Deep breath Dean, it won’t be long now. Push Dean, hard as you can and as long as you can.” Sam watched in awe as slowly the opening expanded and a dime sized patch of hair showed through.
“I can see the head Dean, keep pushing.”
Dean redoubled his efforts, even though it felt like the top of his head was going to blow off with the pressure built up from straining so much. Dean cried out as fiery pain burned through his anus, the ring of muscle stretched to tearing point around the top of the baby’s head.
“I can’t, I can’t, it burns, I’m ripping apart.”
Blood slowly started to seep around the Baby protruding head. Sam ripped his outer shirt and T-shirt off over his head. He bunched his T-shirt up using it and his hands to support the baby’s head and slowly tried to push the ring of muscle back over the widest point of the baby’s head, as Dean pushed against him. Blood pooled around Sam’s fingers and soaked the T-shirt. Slowly with each contraction, the baby’s head emerged to the point where the baby head was exposed down to the top of its ears.
Dean flopped back to the floor trying to recoup his strength while he waited for the next contraction. When he opened his eyes, Sam was beaming down at him with tears silently sliding down his face.
“I’m so proud of you babe, you are amazing.”
Dean managed to smile back at Sam before the next wave of contractions took him over.
After 3 more hard rounds of pushing and the Baby’s head finally slipped past the ring of muscle.
“The head’s out, Dean, you’re nearly there babe, only a couple more and the baby will be here.” Sam jabbered with barely contained awe.
Dean breathed heavily trying to draw in as much oxygen as he could. With all the holding of his breath and pushing, his head was spinning and darkness was creeping into the edges of his vision. Dean could feel the baby turn towards his right thigh as the next contraction built in intensity. Dean drew in another deep breath and pushed with all his might. With a guttural cry from Dean the baby slipped, free of its father into it’s other father’s eagerly waiting hands.
Sam caught the baby as it slid free from Dean’s body. Sam looked up into Dean’s eyes as he brought the baby up for Dean to see. Dean smiled tiredly at his lover and baby. Suddenly the baby let out a lusty cry, eliciting a brighter smile from both the men. Sam turned the baby towards him and grinned up at Dean.
“It’s a boy!’’ Sam exclaimed as tears streamed freely down his face.
Sam gently laid the baby on the wood floor of the cabin as he searched his person for a knife to cut the cord. Coming up with a short dagger from his boot, he wiped it down on his shirt and leaned down to cut the cord connecting his lover to his baby boy. Dean started to moan again as his body started to contract again to expel the after birth. Sam used his button up shirt to gently wrap his baby securely on the floor before turning back to his brother. Sam could already see the dark blood filled after birth emerging from Dean. Swallowing back nausea, he gently murmured encouragement to Dean as the last of the contractions finally pushed the last of the after birth from Dean's body. Dean dropped back to the floor, his breath ragged and uneven, eyes shut, with exhaustion written across his face. Sam carefully picked up his precious bundle and shuffled up on his knees to his lovers head.
“I love you Dean Winchester! You are the most amazing person I know! Thank you so much, he’s beautiful!” Sam gushed as he lent down with the baby in his arms and placed a gentle kiss on Dean’s forehead.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mpreg, Graphic birth, Wincest.
Disclaimer: None of the following belongs to me, I am just playing in Kripke and WB/CW's sandbox for fun not profit.
Previous Chapter
Dean couldn’t hear this brother, he was too focused on getting to the end of the contraction. It seemed to go on forever, when in reality it was only 90 seconds; but definitely the longest 90 seconds of his life. Slowing the contraction started to let go of its grip on Dean. Deans’ breathing slowed back to its regular pattern.
“God Dean, are your okay?” Dean just looked a Sam incredulously.
“Uh, yeah, stupid question I suppose.”
“Sorry dude, you’re just freaking me out here!” Dean glared at his brother.
“You’re freaking out! How ‘bout you try from this end! Help me up man; I got to get inside before the next one.”
Sam pulled Dean to he’s feet and caught him as he staggered against him. Dean virtually waddled into the cabin and slid down out of Sam’s arms within two steps of the threshold.
“Dean come over near the fireplace, you’ll need it to keep warm later.” Sam pleaded as he took in the surrounds of the cabin.
“Can’t,…can’t walk any…more…uuuhhh God!” Dean ground out between his clenched jaws. Dean curled up around his swollen stomach, biting his lip, making it bleed as he fought to control his pain. It felt like his pelvis was being forced apart with an overwhelming blunt force surging down through his body. He really wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take.
“What do you need me to do babe, how can I help you?” Sam cooed as he stroked his straining Brother’s forehead. Sam had read all the books and internet articles he could on childbirth, but none of it had really prepared him for agony that Dean seemed to be in at the moment. Dean was always the stoic one, it scared the hell out of Sam to see Dean showing he was in so much pain. Dean never showed his pain unless it was bad, real bad.
Dean slowly regained his breath and started to uncurl slightly.
“Help me with my pants, I don’t think I have long, I think I’m gonna need to push soon.” Dean stated breathlessly, fumbling at his belt buckle.
“Oh…OHHH…ok here let me.” Sam stuttered as he glanced sharply to his Brother’s face and then looked away. Sam quickly undid Dean’s pants and tugged them down his trembling legs. Sam finally got the pants down to his ankles and removed Dean’s boots, sliding his pants and boxers out of the way. Dean worked his way through 3 more contractions, the pressure in his pelvis increasing with each contraction. Dean whimpered slightly at the end of each contraction, looking pleadingly into Sam’s gaze. Tears started to slip from Sam’s eyes as he watched his brother plead with his eyes to make it stop.
“I’m so sorry, Dean, it should have been me, why do you always have to be so self sacrificing?” Sam sobbed as he thought about what got them into this predicament in the first place.
Flash
“Dean, have you ever thought about having kids of your own?” Sam said as he watched the young children running through the play equipment of the park. Dean turned his head sharply to gaze at Sam.
“That would be a little hard given that my partner is a man Sam. What, you mean adopt a kid?”
“No, I mean us. With all the stuff we’ve seen, surely there something or someone out there who can make it happen somehow.” Dean turned, stepping in front of his brother.
“You’re serious aren’t you! Jesus Sam, I don’t know, yeah I suppose, if It could be done, I’d like to have a kid, but I don’t know that I’d want to be the one to carry it. I mean, …what brought this up Sam?”
Sam shifted his gaze to meet his brother’s for a moment before quickly looking down at his wringing hands. “I…I just, you know, thought, I would really love to have something that was both of us, something that came purely from us, made us a family again.”
“Ah, Sam! We are a family, you and me.”
“I know, I know, it’s just, I don’t know, I want more now. Watching that family the other day with their kids, when we brought them back to them, it just made want that for us. Not the kidnapping by a supernatural entity, but the sense of unconditional love for a being that our love made. I know, I know, it’s corny as hell, but I can’t help what I feel.” Dean rolled his eyes, but smiled softly at his brother.
“It’s ok dude, I know you’re really an ugly chick…” Dean laughed as Sam punched him in the upper arm.
“If that’s what you need then, I’m in, but how about you carry it huh!”
“Thanks for seeing us at such short notice Madam!” Sam gushed as he put his hand forward to shake the witches’ hand.
“Your welcome Sam, please call me Zaferin, what can I do to help you two today.” Zaferin smiled as her gaze traveled between the two handsome men in front of her.
“We want to have a baby! Well, I want to have the baby, well Dean does too, but he doesn’t want to carry it, well I know he would if we didn’t have any other choice, but if we have a choice I want to be the one to carry it.”
“Ok Sam, just take a breath. Let’s go and take a seat and we can talk about what needs to happen.” A knowing smile was directed at Dean as he rolled his eyes at his overly enthusiastic brother.
“Ok, come on Dean.” Sam pulled at Dean’s arm, urging him to follow Zaferin as she moved through to another room.
“Settle Samantha, I’m coming!” Sam rolled his eyes at the use of the hated nickname.
Once the men were seated comfortably, Zaferin started to explain the process involved.
“Now Sam, I know you said that you wanted to be the one to carry the child, but I really don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“What, why not?” Sam pushed himself to the front of his seat, leaning over the coffee table that separated the brothers from Zaferin. Dean put his hand on Sam’s arm to calm him.
Zaferin, leaned in and touched Sam’s other arm. “It’s ok Sam, it’s just that you have a very slim build and I really think it would be far too dangerous for you to try and carry the baby. I don’t think that you would be able to deliver the baby and as the baby became more confined by your pelvis, you would be more likely to go into premature labor, which would be dangerous for both you and the baby. If you did manage to go to term you would not be able to deliver the baby and would be forced to have a c-section, which given you are a man could be a little hard to explain to the medical fraternity and the less exposure you give this the better for everyone. You aren’t the only male couple I am helping to achieve the joy of parenthood. If this went public it would be devastating for everyone!” Zaferin, rubbed Sam’s forearm consolingly.
Sam looked like he was about to cry. “But, I…I just want us to have a child!” Dean put his arm around Sam’s shoulders, pulling him to his chest.
“We still can Sammy. She didn’t say she couldn’t help us, just that you can’t be the one to have the baby.” Dean looked up to Zaferin.
“What about me, could I carry the baby to term?”
Zaferin stood up extending her hands out to Dean. “Come with me, I need to check a few things, but I think you could carry to term.”
Dean wiped his suddenly sweaty palms on his jeans before taking Zaferin’s offered hands and following her into an examination room.
“Lay on the bed for me Dean.” Zaferin said as she turned to bench with instruments laid out across it.
“I’ve heard that before now!” Dean smirked.
Zaferin laughed. “I’m sure you have young man, I’m sure you have.”
“Now, I just want to get some measurements of your pelvis. You can keep your clothes on. It maybe a little uncomfortable as I try to find the right measurement points, but bear with me." Zaferin said as she turned back to Dean with a tape measure.
Zaferin probed Dean’s hip joints with her supple fingers, murmuring to herself as she did. By this time, Sam had come up to stand by Dean’s head, putting his hand on Dean’s shoulder. Dean reached up and held tight to Sam’s hand.
“It will be ok Sammy, you’ll see.”
Dean grunted as Zaferin pushed down on the front of his pubic bone, seeking out the edges to get accurate measurements. Zaferin coiled the tape measure after taking the last measurement and stepped back a little from the bed.
“Well, everything seems to be ok. It maybe a tight fit, but I think you will have no more trouble than the average women. Congratulations, we’re about to work the mojo to get you pregnant Dean.”
Dean swallowed hard and glance up at Sam’s teary face. “Ok…so what do we need to do to get this show on the road?”
Flash
“Sam….Oh God, I have to…I have to…push.”
A low guttural moan started to rise from Dean’s throat. All of a sudden the pressure down in his groin became intense and an overwhelming urge to bear down overtook Dean’s entire being. Sweat streamed down Deans’ flushed and straining face.
“Just push Dean, you can do it!”
Dean flashed his eyes up to Sam’s.
“Uuuhhhh…uuuhhhh…” Dean grunted as the contraction took away his ability to think or even breathe.
“Dean take a deep breath and push to the count of ten; ready, 1,…2,…3,…4,…5,…6,…7,…8,…9,…10! That’s it Dean, take another deep breath…”
This continued for another half an hour as contraction after contraction rolled through Dean’s body, slowly forcing the baby down through Dean’s pelvis. Finally, Dean flopped back spent, as the contractions finally slowed down a little, giving him a chance to catch his breath. Dean could feel his anus starting to stretch and burn as the baby’s head rested against the tight ring of muscle. Dean reached down with trembling fingers to see if he could feel anything.
“Let me take a look Dean.” Dean spread his long legs further apart to accommodate his Brother. Dean’s anus was bulging out grotesquely as the Baby’s head pushed against the opening. Dean started to groan as another contraction started.
“Deep breath Dean, it won’t be long now. Push Dean, hard as you can and as long as you can.” Sam watched in awe as slowly the opening expanded and a dime sized patch of hair showed through.
“I can see the head Dean, keep pushing.”
Dean redoubled his efforts, even though it felt like the top of his head was going to blow off with the pressure built up from straining so much. Dean cried out as fiery pain burned through his anus, the ring of muscle stretched to tearing point around the top of the baby’s head.
“I can’t, I can’t, it burns, I’m ripping apart.”
Blood slowly started to seep around the Baby protruding head. Sam ripped his outer shirt and T-shirt off over his head. He bunched his T-shirt up using it and his hands to support the baby’s head and slowly tried to push the ring of muscle back over the widest point of the baby’s head, as Dean pushed against him. Blood pooled around Sam’s fingers and soaked the T-shirt. Slowly with each contraction, the baby’s head emerged to the point where the baby head was exposed down to the top of its ears.
Dean flopped back to the floor trying to recoup his strength while he waited for the next contraction. When he opened his eyes, Sam was beaming down at him with tears silently sliding down his face.
“I’m so proud of you babe, you are amazing.”
Dean managed to smile back at Sam before the next wave of contractions took him over.
After 3 more hard rounds of pushing and the Baby’s head finally slipped past the ring of muscle.
“The head’s out, Dean, you’re nearly there babe, only a couple more and the baby will be here.” Sam jabbered with barely contained awe.
Dean breathed heavily trying to draw in as much oxygen as he could. With all the holding of his breath and pushing, his head was spinning and darkness was creeping into the edges of his vision. Dean could feel the baby turn towards his right thigh as the next contraction built in intensity. Dean drew in another deep breath and pushed with all his might. With a guttural cry from Dean the baby slipped, free of its father into it’s other father’s eagerly waiting hands.
Sam caught the baby as it slid free from Dean’s body. Sam looked up into Dean’s eyes as he brought the baby up for Dean to see. Dean smiled tiredly at his lover and baby. Suddenly the baby let out a lusty cry, eliciting a brighter smile from both the men. Sam turned the baby towards him and grinned up at Dean.
“It’s a boy!’’ Sam exclaimed as tears streamed freely down his face.
Sam gently laid the baby on the wood floor of the cabin as he searched his person for a knife to cut the cord. Coming up with a short dagger from his boot, he wiped it down on his shirt and leaned down to cut the cord connecting his lover to his baby boy. Dean started to moan again as his body started to contract again to expel the after birth. Sam used his button up shirt to gently wrap his baby securely on the floor before turning back to his brother. Sam could already see the dark blood filled after birth emerging from Dean. Swallowing back nausea, he gently murmured encouragement to Dean as the last of the contractions finally pushed the last of the after birth from Dean's body. Dean dropped back to the floor, his breath ragged and uneven, eyes shut, with exhaustion written across his face. Sam carefully picked up his precious bundle and shuffled up on his knees to his lovers head.
“I love you Dean Winchester! You are the most amazing person I know! Thank you so much, he’s beautiful!” Sam gushed as he lent down with the baby in his arms and placed a gentle kiss on Dean’s forehead.