An Unexpected Turning (12/12)
Title: A Unexpected Turning (12/12)
Author: vivhasarifle
Rating: NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Cas, AU, creature!fic, angst, Sam/Gabriel.
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: MPREG. This is my first time writing both creature!fic and mpreg as per requests from the lovely Gedry and 888mph, submissive!Dean. I guess technically this fic contains hermaphrodites, as there are male characters with ‘extra’ parts. Swearing. Mention of character death. Also, there will be a romantic relationship between Sam and Gabriel, and Sam’s character in this is only sixteen, so legal in some states and countries but not in others; if you are in one of the others please be aware that this will contain a relationship between an underage character and an adult. Porn. This story also brings up the death of a child. If any of this bothers you, feel free not to read. Unbetad.
Word Count: 2022
Summary: Dean is a member of a pack of lynx and much to his surprise he discovers he is a carrier. Fearing the reactions of his pack, he runs, and encounters an interesting jaguar with piercing blue eyes.
Notes: Thanks to my fantastic beta highermagic, whose fic ‘Instinct’ leant great inspiration to this, and to Gedry and 888mph for the prompts and support! Throughout this fic I refer to the two different packs as ‘lynx’ and ‘jaguars’ respectively, but just to be clear they are in fact, shifters. For the purposes of this fic it is easier to have Sam be two years younger than Dean, as opposed to four, like on the show. I hope this isn’t too distracting.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
A/N: So I know I JUST posted the last part, but I already had this one most of the way done, and I'm going to be without interwebs for a week or so, and my muse made me finish it. So you guys get two updates in one night!
Dean let out a sigh of relief and rushed over to let Adam in, which was difficult with a baby in each hand, but eventually he managed to lift the latch, and Adam came in, a look of relief on his face.
“It’s over,” he breathed, “we’ve won. I’ve come to get you guys.” Adam frowned at the two babies in Dean’s arms. “Which one’s yours?”
Dean grinned and handed his daughter to Adam. “This is Evie, she’s mine. Gabriel just had triplets. This guy is little Castiel, and over there’s little Dean and Mary.”
Adam’s eyebrows shot into his hairline. “Triplets?”
Dean nodded. “If we’re going back we need to carry Gabriel. He’s really weak...did we really win?”
Adam nodded. “I managed to convince over half of Azazel’s pack to turn against them.”
Relief washed over Dean, but he couldn’t let himself relax just yet.
“Are Cas and Sam all right?”
Adam sighed. “They’re both pretty banged up, but they’re walking and talking. We need you to come and tend to a few people though, there’s lot of injuries and...” Adam looked at Dean, his eyes wet, “Bobby’s dead, Dean. I’m sorry.”
Dean stared at Adam.
“Dead?” he whispered, “how?”
Adam rubbed his head, and for the first time Dean noticed how worn down Adam looked. He was covered in dried blood and bruises.
“Azazel got to him,” Adam said, finally, “and no one could get there quick enough.”
“What about Crowley?” Ruby said, suddenly, “is Crowley okay?”
Adam nodded. “He’s alive, but he’s injured. Not badly though, he’ll just need to be on bedrest for a while. Bobby’s the only one from our side that we lost. They were incredibly outnumbered.”
Dean sighed. “Okay, well, first thing’s first. Adam, I need you to help me rig a stretcher for Gabriel, I don’t want to move him too much.”
Adam sprung to action. “I’ll go outside and look for some pieces of wood, you grab a skin and we’ll get started.”
It didn’t take them too long to make the stretcher. Adam and Anna ended up carrying Gabriel, Dean in the meantime had tied Evie to his front with a piece of cloth and was carrying baby Dean and Mary in his arms. Ruby carried little Castiel along with Fergus.
When they reached the camp Dean couldn’t believe the carnage and chaos. There were bodies everywhere, even though it was clear that any able pack members were moving them as fast as they could. Dean was surprised at the number of lynx that appeared to be on their side, as many of them he knew were dominant. However, he saw that Gordon, while still alive, was tied up and held hostage, as were a few others. Dean squinted and desperately searched for Castiel.
“Dean!”
Dean turned and saw Castiel running towards him. His face broke out into a huge grin and he ran as quickly as he could with two infants in his arms to meet his mate, who caught him into his arms and kissed him, passionately.
“Hello my love,” he said, breaking away, and Dean gasped. Castiel’s eyes were swollen, and his face and body were bloodied and bruised. Castiel saw Dean’s face and touched his shoulder reassuringly. “It’s not as bad as it looks, I promise.” The jaguar looked down at the babies in dean’s arms and smiled a heart-warming smile. “Are these Gabriel’s twins?”
Dean let out as tired laugh. “Yeah, about that...this is Mary and baby Dean. Two of Gabriel’s triplets.”
Castiel did a double take so exaggerated it was almost comical. “But you two said -”
Dean grinned. “Tell me about it.” He looked around and saw Ruby, who was talking to Anna. Ruby caught his eye and walked over.
“Here’s your nephew,” she said, handing baby Castiel to her alpha, “he’s named after you.”
Castiel beamed at the little child in his arms, but after a few moments he frowned. “Where is Gabriel?”
Ruby put her hand on Cas’ shoulder. “Anna says she and Adam took him to his tent to rest.”
“It was a hard birth, Cas,” Dean said, gently, “I almost lost him and Mary.”
Dean looked at Dean with admiration. “Thank God you were there.”
Dean blushed. “I didn’t really do anything important.”
“Bullshit,” Ruby smacked Dean on the arm, “you were incredible in there, now if you’ll excuse me I need to find Crowley.”
Dean frowned. “That’s a point, where’s Sam?”
Ruby turned back. “He’s already in the tent with Gabriel, he saw Anna and Adam carrying him in.”
Dean nodded. “We’d better go and give him his children, and then I have to look after the injured people.”
“Of course.” Castiel adjusted baby Cas until he was secure in his arms, and together they walked to Gabriel’s tent.
When they walked inside Sam looked up at them with red eyes.
“Will he be alright?” he asked Dean, in a coarse whisper.
Dean kneeled next to his brother and watched the rise and fall of Gabriel’s chest. “He’ll be fine, Sam. He just had a rough birth. He needs rest and food. I’ll have some sent over for when he wakes up.”
Sam nodded and sniffed, and then caught sight of the babies in Dean’s arms.
“Are they...” he reached out, his eyes wide.
Dean grinned. “Gabriel surprised us all. This is your son, Dean, your daughter, Mary, and Cas,” Dean nodded towards his mate, “is holding your other son, Castiel.”
“Wh- three?” Sam spluttered, and Dean chuckled.
“Yeah, here.” Dean handed over baby Dean and Mary, and gestured for Cas to do the same. Cas laid baby Castiel down gently next to Sam, whose eyes were filling with tears.
“They’re beautiful,” he whispered, “oh God, Dean, look at them!” He frowned. “Why is Mary so small?”
Dean let out a breath. “She almost didn’t make it. I think she was trapped under her brothers during the pregnancy, and they got most of the nutrients. It’s all right though, she’s a fighter; she’s going to be okay.”
Sam looked at Dean, a smile on his face. “Thank you. Thank you for delivering my children.”
“Hey,” a tired voice came from the floor, “I’m pretty sure I did most of the work.”
Sam gasped and leant over, kissing Gabriel fiercely.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern filling his eyes.
Gabriel smiled, weakly. “I’ve been better, Sammy.”
Sam let out a breath of a laugh. “Do you want to sit up?”
Gabriel nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Here, let me.” Dean leaned over and propped Gabriel up, wincing when the older man hissed.
“That’s better,” Gabriel said, once he was settled back on some furs. He looked over at Sam and his eyes softened. “Let me see Mary, Sam. I didn’t really get to, before. I was half-way to passed out.”
Sam handed Gabriel his daughter and picked up his other son.
“Cas,” Dean said, turning to his mate, “I need you to go and get Gabriel some food. Something nourishing.”
Castiel nodded. “Of course, Dean.” He walked over to his brother and kissed him on the forehead. “I’m glad you’re all right, brother.”
Dean was extremely busy over the next few hours, between tending the injured, caring for his daughter and checking in on Gabriel, but the other man was doing remarkably well considering how much blood he had lost. Sam was taking care of him, and Dean had every faith in his brother.
Castiel was having a harder time of things. He offered safe refuge to the members of Azazel’s pack that had not joined Adam’s side, but most of them were refusing, which meant only one thing.
Castiel walked up to Dean and leaned against him for support.
“I hate killing people in cold blood,” he said, quietly, “battle is one thing, but this feels like murder.”
Dean put his arm around Cas. “I know...and I understand.”
Castiel grit his teeth. “They’re too dangerous to let live. Azazel may be dead but they are loyal enough to Gordon that I am sure they would come back for the pack, were I to let them go.”
Dean reached over and took his mate’s hand. “I’m sorry, I wish there was another way.” He sighed. “Sometimes I feel terrible, like I brought all of this down onto your head.”
Castiel looked at Dean and smiled, tiredly.
“How many times must I tell you, Dean? You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
Two years later...
Dean grinned as he watched little Evie stumble around the camp, still unsteady on her legs, but like both of her fathers, determined to get what she wanted. He sighed and leaned back where he was sitting on the grass, rubbing his vast belly.
He and Castiel had agreed to wait a little while before having any more children, and yet here he was with a toddler, and by Gabriel’s guess, at least two more on the way. He smirked. He and Castiel had never really learned how to deal with his heat.
Evie looked over at him and began to run towards him as fast as her little legs would allow, her light brown curls streaming behind her in the wind. She had his eyes, but her features were all Castiel’s, angular and striking.
“Dadda!” she yelled, happily, propelling herself into him. Dean wrapped her up in his arms and inhaled the sweet, baby-soft scent of her hair. Castiel, who was sitting next to him, leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his daughter’s head, before catching Dean’s eye and rubbing his belly.
“Are you excited for the arrival of your siblings, Evie?”
The little girl nodded enthusiastically, and placed a small hand on Dean’s stomach.
“Come now?” she asked, softly, and Dean shook his head.
“Not yet, sweetheart. Why don’t you run along and play with your cousins?”
Sure enough, Sam and Gabriel were emerging from their tent, their triplets in tow. Little Dean and Castiel were already walking, almost as well as Evie. The boys were so alike that you could barely tell them apart, both the spitting image of Sam, but with dark hair, and both of them had Gabriel’s sense of mischief. Mary, on the other hand, looked just like Gabriel, and was a little behind in her development, partially due to her being so weak at birth. Still, she was a bright, intelligent girl, and Dean knew that, given a little time, she would catch up to the rest of the kids.
Dean’s brother and his mate walked over to them, and Evie and the boys immediately took to playing a rowdy game. Gabriel passed Mary over to Sam, and the little girl simply sucked her thumb and snuggled into the embrace.
“How’re you feeling, Deano?”
“Tired,” Dean replied, which was his usual answer to that question, ever since he had passed sixth months.
Gabriel nodded, sympathetically. “Well, another two months or so and you’ll be giving birth.”
“Don’t remind me.” Dean shuddered, and then looked over to Evie, who had paused in her game play and was standing very still.
“Evie,” Castiel’s voice was full of concern, “are you all right?”
“Papa,” she said, quietly, “feel...funny.”
And before any of them knew what was happening, Evie started to shift and change before their eyes. Dean felt his breath catch in his throat, sure, he knew that the change usually happened to children around the time they turned two, but somehow he wasn’t prepared for the sight of his daughter coming into her inheritance.
Castiel grabbed his hand. “Dean, look!”
Evie had turned into a small, black little kitten and was wobbling towards them, unsure of her new limbs. She had Castiel’s coloring and rosettes, but by her size, fur and ears, she looked a lot like a lynx.
Dadda? Dean heard her trembling voice in his head, and he scooped his little kitten onto his lap and scratched gently behind her ears.
“You’re all right, Evie,” he said, gently, “Papa and I are so proud of you.”
The End.
A/N: Well folks, it’s been a long and bumpy ride! Thank you for sticking with me through this fic, it means the world.
Author: vivhasarifle
Rating: NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Cas, AU, creature!fic, angst, Sam/Gabriel.
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: MPREG. This is my first time writing both creature!fic and mpreg as per requests from the lovely Gedry and 888mph, submissive!Dean. I guess technically this fic contains hermaphrodites, as there are male characters with ‘extra’ parts. Swearing. Mention of character death. Also, there will be a romantic relationship between Sam and Gabriel, and Sam’s character in this is only sixteen, so legal in some states and countries but not in others; if you are in one of the others please be aware that this will contain a relationship between an underage character and an adult. Porn. This story also brings up the death of a child. If any of this bothers you, feel free not to read. Unbetad.
Word Count: 2022
Summary: Dean is a member of a pack of lynx and much to his surprise he discovers he is a carrier. Fearing the reactions of his pack, he runs, and encounters an interesting jaguar with piercing blue eyes.
Notes: Thanks to my fantastic beta highermagic, whose fic ‘Instinct’ leant great inspiration to this, and to Gedry and 888mph for the prompts and support! Throughout this fic I refer to the two different packs as ‘lynx’ and ‘jaguars’ respectively, but just to be clear they are in fact, shifters. For the purposes of this fic it is easier to have Sam be two years younger than Dean, as opposed to four, like on the show. I hope this isn’t too distracting.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
A/N: So I know I JUST posted the last part, but I already had this one most of the way done, and I'm going to be without interwebs for a week or so, and my muse made me finish it. So you guys get two updates in one night!
Dean let out a sigh of relief and rushed over to let Adam in, which was difficult with a baby in each hand, but eventually he managed to lift the latch, and Adam came in, a look of relief on his face.
“It’s over,” he breathed, “we’ve won. I’ve come to get you guys.” Adam frowned at the two babies in Dean’s arms. “Which one’s yours?”
Dean grinned and handed his daughter to Adam. “This is Evie, she’s mine. Gabriel just had triplets. This guy is little Castiel, and over there’s little Dean and Mary.”
Adam’s eyebrows shot into his hairline. “Triplets?”
Dean nodded. “If we’re going back we need to carry Gabriel. He’s really weak...did we really win?”
Adam nodded. “I managed to convince over half of Azazel’s pack to turn against them.”
Relief washed over Dean, but he couldn’t let himself relax just yet.
“Are Cas and Sam all right?”
Adam sighed. “They’re both pretty banged up, but they’re walking and talking. We need you to come and tend to a few people though, there’s lot of injuries and...” Adam looked at Dean, his eyes wet, “Bobby’s dead, Dean. I’m sorry.”
Dean stared at Adam.
“Dead?” he whispered, “how?”
Adam rubbed his head, and for the first time Dean noticed how worn down Adam looked. He was covered in dried blood and bruises.
“Azazel got to him,” Adam said, finally, “and no one could get there quick enough.”
“What about Crowley?” Ruby said, suddenly, “is Crowley okay?”
Adam nodded. “He’s alive, but he’s injured. Not badly though, he’ll just need to be on bedrest for a while. Bobby’s the only one from our side that we lost. They were incredibly outnumbered.”
Dean sighed. “Okay, well, first thing’s first. Adam, I need you to help me rig a stretcher for Gabriel, I don’t want to move him too much.”
Adam sprung to action. “I’ll go outside and look for some pieces of wood, you grab a skin and we’ll get started.”
It didn’t take them too long to make the stretcher. Adam and Anna ended up carrying Gabriel, Dean in the meantime had tied Evie to his front with a piece of cloth and was carrying baby Dean and Mary in his arms. Ruby carried little Castiel along with Fergus.
When they reached the camp Dean couldn’t believe the carnage and chaos. There were bodies everywhere, even though it was clear that any able pack members were moving them as fast as they could. Dean was surprised at the number of lynx that appeared to be on their side, as many of them he knew were dominant. However, he saw that Gordon, while still alive, was tied up and held hostage, as were a few others. Dean squinted and desperately searched for Castiel.
“Dean!”
Dean turned and saw Castiel running towards him. His face broke out into a huge grin and he ran as quickly as he could with two infants in his arms to meet his mate, who caught him into his arms and kissed him, passionately.
“Hello my love,” he said, breaking away, and Dean gasped. Castiel’s eyes were swollen, and his face and body were bloodied and bruised. Castiel saw Dean’s face and touched his shoulder reassuringly. “It’s not as bad as it looks, I promise.” The jaguar looked down at the babies in dean’s arms and smiled a heart-warming smile. “Are these Gabriel’s twins?”
Dean let out as tired laugh. “Yeah, about that...this is Mary and baby Dean. Two of Gabriel’s triplets.”
Castiel did a double take so exaggerated it was almost comical. “But you two said -”
Dean grinned. “Tell me about it.” He looked around and saw Ruby, who was talking to Anna. Ruby caught his eye and walked over.
“Here’s your nephew,” she said, handing baby Castiel to her alpha, “he’s named after you.”
Castiel beamed at the little child in his arms, but after a few moments he frowned. “Where is Gabriel?”
Ruby put her hand on Cas’ shoulder. “Anna says she and Adam took him to his tent to rest.”
“It was a hard birth, Cas,” Dean said, gently, “I almost lost him and Mary.”
Dean looked at Dean with admiration. “Thank God you were there.”
Dean blushed. “I didn’t really do anything important.”
“Bullshit,” Ruby smacked Dean on the arm, “you were incredible in there, now if you’ll excuse me I need to find Crowley.”
Dean frowned. “That’s a point, where’s Sam?”
Ruby turned back. “He’s already in the tent with Gabriel, he saw Anna and Adam carrying him in.”
Dean nodded. “We’d better go and give him his children, and then I have to look after the injured people.”
“Of course.” Castiel adjusted baby Cas until he was secure in his arms, and together they walked to Gabriel’s tent.
When they walked inside Sam looked up at them with red eyes.
“Will he be alright?” he asked Dean, in a coarse whisper.
Dean kneeled next to his brother and watched the rise and fall of Gabriel’s chest. “He’ll be fine, Sam. He just had a rough birth. He needs rest and food. I’ll have some sent over for when he wakes up.”
Sam nodded and sniffed, and then caught sight of the babies in Dean’s arms.
“Are they...” he reached out, his eyes wide.
Dean grinned. “Gabriel surprised us all. This is your son, Dean, your daughter, Mary, and Cas,” Dean nodded towards his mate, “is holding your other son, Castiel.”
“Wh- three?” Sam spluttered, and Dean chuckled.
“Yeah, here.” Dean handed over baby Dean and Mary, and gestured for Cas to do the same. Cas laid baby Castiel down gently next to Sam, whose eyes were filling with tears.
“They’re beautiful,” he whispered, “oh God, Dean, look at them!” He frowned. “Why is Mary so small?”
Dean let out a breath. “She almost didn’t make it. I think she was trapped under her brothers during the pregnancy, and they got most of the nutrients. It’s all right though, she’s a fighter; she’s going to be okay.”
Sam looked at Dean, a smile on his face. “Thank you. Thank you for delivering my children.”
“Hey,” a tired voice came from the floor, “I’m pretty sure I did most of the work.”
Sam gasped and leant over, kissing Gabriel fiercely.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern filling his eyes.
Gabriel smiled, weakly. “I’ve been better, Sammy.”
Sam let out a breath of a laugh. “Do you want to sit up?”
Gabriel nodded. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Here, let me.” Dean leaned over and propped Gabriel up, wincing when the older man hissed.
“That’s better,” Gabriel said, once he was settled back on some furs. He looked over at Sam and his eyes softened. “Let me see Mary, Sam. I didn’t really get to, before. I was half-way to passed out.”
Sam handed Gabriel his daughter and picked up his other son.
“Cas,” Dean said, turning to his mate, “I need you to go and get Gabriel some food. Something nourishing.”
Castiel nodded. “Of course, Dean.” He walked over to his brother and kissed him on the forehead. “I’m glad you’re all right, brother.”
Dean was extremely busy over the next few hours, between tending the injured, caring for his daughter and checking in on Gabriel, but the other man was doing remarkably well considering how much blood he had lost. Sam was taking care of him, and Dean had every faith in his brother.
Castiel was having a harder time of things. He offered safe refuge to the members of Azazel’s pack that had not joined Adam’s side, but most of them were refusing, which meant only one thing.
Castiel walked up to Dean and leaned against him for support.
“I hate killing people in cold blood,” he said, quietly, “battle is one thing, but this feels like murder.”
Dean put his arm around Cas. “I know...and I understand.”
Castiel grit his teeth. “They’re too dangerous to let live. Azazel may be dead but they are loyal enough to Gordon that I am sure they would come back for the pack, were I to let them go.”
Dean reached over and took his mate’s hand. “I’m sorry, I wish there was another way.” He sighed. “Sometimes I feel terrible, like I brought all of this down onto your head.”
Castiel looked at Dean and smiled, tiredly.
“How many times must I tell you, Dean? You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
Two years later...
Dean grinned as he watched little Evie stumble around the camp, still unsteady on her legs, but like both of her fathers, determined to get what she wanted. He sighed and leaned back where he was sitting on the grass, rubbing his vast belly.
He and Castiel had agreed to wait a little while before having any more children, and yet here he was with a toddler, and by Gabriel’s guess, at least two more on the way. He smirked. He and Castiel had never really learned how to deal with his heat.
Evie looked over at him and began to run towards him as fast as her little legs would allow, her light brown curls streaming behind her in the wind. She had his eyes, but her features were all Castiel’s, angular and striking.
“Dadda!” she yelled, happily, propelling herself into him. Dean wrapped her up in his arms and inhaled the sweet, baby-soft scent of her hair. Castiel, who was sitting next to him, leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on his daughter’s head, before catching Dean’s eye and rubbing his belly.
“Are you excited for the arrival of your siblings, Evie?”
The little girl nodded enthusiastically, and placed a small hand on Dean’s stomach.
“Come now?” she asked, softly, and Dean shook his head.
“Not yet, sweetheart. Why don’t you run along and play with your cousins?”
Sure enough, Sam and Gabriel were emerging from their tent, their triplets in tow. Little Dean and Castiel were already walking, almost as well as Evie. The boys were so alike that you could barely tell them apart, both the spitting image of Sam, but with dark hair, and both of them had Gabriel’s sense of mischief. Mary, on the other hand, looked just like Gabriel, and was a little behind in her development, partially due to her being so weak at birth. Still, she was a bright, intelligent girl, and Dean knew that, given a little time, she would catch up to the rest of the kids.
Dean’s brother and his mate walked over to them, and Evie and the boys immediately took to playing a rowdy game. Gabriel passed Mary over to Sam, and the little girl simply sucked her thumb and snuggled into the embrace.
“How’re you feeling, Deano?”
“Tired,” Dean replied, which was his usual answer to that question, ever since he had passed sixth months.
Gabriel nodded, sympathetically. “Well, another two months or so and you’ll be giving birth.”
“Don’t remind me.” Dean shuddered, and then looked over to Evie, who had paused in her game play and was standing very still.
“Evie,” Castiel’s voice was full of concern, “are you all right?”
“Papa,” she said, quietly, “feel...funny.”
And before any of them knew what was happening, Evie started to shift and change before their eyes. Dean felt his breath catch in his throat, sure, he knew that the change usually happened to children around the time they turned two, but somehow he wasn’t prepared for the sight of his daughter coming into her inheritance.
Castiel grabbed his hand. “Dean, look!”
Evie had turned into a small, black little kitten and was wobbling towards them, unsure of her new limbs. She had Castiel’s coloring and rosettes, but by her size, fur and ears, she looked a lot like a lynx.
Dadda? Dean heard her trembling voice in his head, and he scooped his little kitten onto his lap and scratched gently behind her ears.
“You’re all right, Evie,” he said, gently, “Papa and I are so proud of you.”
The End.
A/N: Well folks, it’s been a long and bumpy ride! Thank you for sticking with me through this fic, it means the world.