Consequences (Part 2)
Consequences Part 2
Dean shut the heavy outer door to the bunker and made his way to the kitchen. He dropped the grocery bags on the counter, shrugged out of his jacket and flung it over the back of a chair. His hand automatically fell to curve over the now-visible bulge of a four-month baby-bump. Being human again, or mostly human, hadn’t made any of this easier for Dean. His guilt was enough to keep him from reaching for whiskey or anything else that might hurt the creature curled inside his womb, and that brought Sam some peace of mind. Sammy’s reassurance was the only comfort Dean took in all of this.
His brother was also just about the only reason Dean hadn’t run the Impala off a cliff, if not to end his own misery than because he feared what this baby might be. During his time as a demon, he hadn’t care who, or sometimes what he slept with. Women, men, and the occasional fellow black-eyed companion had all found their way into Dean’s bed.
Dean shook his head of those thoughts, he tried not to let his mind wander too far down that road. Tried to believe in Sammy’s ability to cure the mark, hoping that as long as he stayed human long enough, then his baby might not be born a tiny wriggling bundle of pure evil. He sighed and wandered down the hall toward the study to see if Sam had been able to make any progress while he’d been out.
Sam’s voice filtered out to him, getting clearer as he got closer. It sounded like his little brother was on the phone. The bits and pieces that made it to Dean’s ears made it clear Sam was talking to Cas, and the focus of the conversation was his research to cure Dean of the mark of Cain, not surprising since that search was the focus of 90% of Sam’s waking time.
“No, I’m sure Cas.” There was a pause as Sam let Cas talk and then picked up his side of the conversation. “I’ve confirmed it in three different sources now.” Sam sighed, and Dean could imagine his brother pushing his hand through his hair. “We’ve gotta find this cure - or Dean’s baby could be-”
Sam cut himself off when he looked up to find his brother standing in the doorway. “Dean…I didn’t-wh-when did you get in?”
“Dean’s baby could be what?”
Sam’s eyes darted from Dean’s face to the floor and then across the room. “Nothing. It’s fine, Dean.”
“Dean’s baby could be what, Sam?” Dean repeated, hand reflexively coming up to cover his stomach.
Sam sighed heavily before saying into the phone, “Cas, I’ll call you back. Yeah, keep looking.” Sam flicked his phone off and faced his brother, brow creased, and pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to figure out how to tell Dean what his research had uncovered.
“Just spill it, Sam.”
“It’s the mark, Dean…until we find a way to remove it or a real cure for it, as long as you carry it you’re still p-part…” Sam took a deep breath and looked down as he said the word, “demon.” He swallowed and looked back up to his brother as he continued. “If you give birth before you’re fully human again…the baby might not be fully human either.”
“What do you mean? Like, it’ll get a piece of the mark?” Sam shook his head gently. “Then what Sam?”
Sam’s face took on that pained look Dean had seen him aim at a hundred witnesses on hunts when he had to deliver the worst news. “If you’re still…marked, the baby will be born evil.”
Dean clutched his abdomen tighter, raising one eyebrow as he asked, “How evil?” Sam looked away. “How. Evil?”
“Dean, if you’re still a demon when you give birth, this baby could be the antichrist.”
Dean’s mouth opened and closed several times, though no words found their way out. Suddenly the room seemed too close and hot and what happened to all the air?
He felt Sam’s arms holding him, helping into a chair and handing him a paper bag. Dean swatted at the paper bag but stayed sitting in the chair, clutching the arms until his knuckles lacked any color.
“How close are you to finding the cure?”
Sam shrugged, but upon receiving a look from Dean that was equal parts pleading and “cut-the-bullshit” he said, “I think I’m getting closer, but I don’t have it yet. Cas is searching Heaven, questioning angels…”
Dean’s jaw tightened, his face settling into a stoic lack of expression. “I’ll call the clinic in the morning.”
“Wait-Clinic? What clinic? What are you talking about?”
Dean looked straight into Sam’s eyes, “I can’t father the antichrist. We don’t have the cure for this thing,” he motioned to the red mark on his forearm. “Only leaves one solution that makes any sense.”
Sam shook his head. “No! Dean, no-an abortion?! No. I’m going to find this cure.”
“I don’t have time, it’s not up to me to risk this.”
“That decision isn’t just yours.”
Dean raised an eyebrow. “The hell it’s not. It’s my body this thing has hijacked.”
Sam sighed and pulled a chair up to face his brother’s and sat down. “Dean, I did the math, alright. After your last sonogram, I counted back. And that night…when we got you back…cured you.” Sam smiled as a light blush colored his cheeks remembering Dean spread on the sheets below him, their legs tangled together, arms wrapped around each other. “That could my baby in there. Our baby.”
Dean remembered that night, how they’d both been so relieved and elated that he was human again. The look on Sam’s face when the black fell away from Dean’s eyes. Dean had barely been able to wait for Castiel to leave before he’d taken Sam in his arms, kissing him until their mouths were puffy-red and sore.
The idea of killing Sam’s baby was much harder to swallow than the idea of aborting the child of some faceless person from the road…even though it didn’t matter who knocked him up, this baby was still dangerous. Unless Sam found the cure. “You really think you can find the cure?” Sam took Dean’s hands in his own, kissing the knuckles, and nodded. “Ok, one month, Sammy. I’ll give you one month.”
Sam grinned, beamed so wide his dimples popped and then leaned forward to kiss Dean. “I will find it, I promise. I’m going to save you. And our baby.”
Sam pressed another slow kiss to Dean’s lips and Dean tilted his head, slotting their mouths together more completely. Sam felt Dean’s tongue push tentatively at the seam of his mouth and Sam parted his lips granting entrance. Though he knew his brother was seeking comfort in the way most familiar to him, Sam would not be the one to deny Dean that after all the stress and pain he had faced over the last year. He sucked gently on Dean’s tongue as he pulled his brother to his feet, swallowing the moan that leaked from Dean as their bodies pressed together around the bulge of Dean’s stomach.
Dean’s hands pushed through Sam’s hair as the kiss became more urgent and Sam’s hands smoothed down Dean’s back, one pressed into the small of his back while the other continued down the curve of his ass, bringing his thigh up. Dean clung to Sam as he wrapped his leg around his brother, but even with Sam helping to hold his balance, he couldn’t maintain the position for long. He whined deep in his throat.
“Bed, now.” Sam grunted his assent and lowered Dean’s leg allowing him to stand and begin moving them toward his bedroom. Since neither would relinquish the kissing, there were several bumps into walls and one near-tripping, but they managed to make it to Dean’s room unharmed.
Dean’s fingers slipped under the hem of Sam’s shirt, teasing around the waist of his jeans. Sam began working his flannel over-shirt down his arms, swearing against Dean’s mouth when it became tangled around his elbows. He broke the kiss long enough to free himself from his flannel and pull his t-shirt off over his head.
Tentative hands slid over his sculpted stomach and when Sam looked to his brother’s face, the freckled cheeks were stained pink and one of Dean’s hands moved to his own stomach self-consciously. Sam shook his head gently, “Uh-uh.” He stretched his large hand over the swell of Dean’s abdomen. “You’re beautiful, Dean.” Dean opened his mouth to protest and Sam silenced him with one long finger over his ruddied full lips. “Carrying our baby. That is beautiful.”
Sam locked eyes with his brother, holding his gaze and let all his emotion for Dean shine through as he smoothed his fingers gently under the hem of Dean’s shirt. Slowly, he skimmed his fingers up Dean’s sides bringing the shirt with him. Dean’s breath hitched as the roundness of his belly was bared Sam smiled, dropping a reassuring kiss to Dean’s mouth and then leaned back to tug Dean’s shirt off. Dean blushed again and his arms stiffened though the muscles twitched restlessly as he fought the urge to cover himself up.
Big hands cupped Dean’s face as Sam pulled him into a kiss, working his lips and tongue until Dean was kissing him back as hungrily. Sam pulled away from Dean’s mouth to trail kisses down his neck, stopping when he reached Dean’s collarbone to suck a crimson mark into the pale freckled skin. Dean moaned and his hands fisted in Sam’s hair, letting go as Sam continued his downward path. His teeth lightly pinched each nipple but didn’t linger there as he made his way toward his true target. Sam knelt in front of Dean and looked up into vivid green eyes as he reverently spread large hands over the swell of his brother’s stomach. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the roundest part, and Dean smiled and stroked a hand gently through Sam’s hair. Sam stroked Dean’s belly and peppered it with kisses until he felt his brother completely relax into his touch and he knew Dean’s self-consciousness had dissolved.
Sam reached into the nightstand for the bottle of lube and dropped it on the bed behind them. After untying Dean’s boots, Sam pulled them off one at a time and then reached for his belt buckle. He undid the jeans and pulled them and Dean’s underwear down while Dean held Sam’s shoulder for balance as he stepped out of each leg. Dean made a face when Sam left him in only his socks and Sam laughed gently as he peeled those off too.
Turning, Dean slid onto the bed and scooted himself back into the pillows. Sam toed out of his shoes and stripped out of his own pants and boxers, climbing naked onto the bed between Deans spread thighs. Cock in his hand, Dean began slowly stroking himself, his hungry gaze watched Sam pour lube onto his fingers and warm it. Sam placed a hand by Dean’s shoulder, getting up on all fours over his brother; he felt Dean’s hand brush his stomach as he continued to jack himself. Bringing his lips to Dean’s, Sam kissed him as one lubed finger teased around Dean’s pucker. Dean moaned a wordless permission for Sam to continue, and he pushed the finger in slowly. He gave Dean a moment to relax and then worked the digit in and out until Dean was loosened enough for a second. Sam stroked and stretched, intermittently teasing over Dean’s prostate and then adding a third finger.
“ ‘m ready, Sammy.” Sam nodded, withdrawing his fingers and sitting back on his heels as he slicked up his cock. His brother open and ready for him, and he took a moment to appreciate the sight, the way his brother’s belly gently swelled above his flushed dick and puffy, ready hole, before leaning forward to press the head of his cock to Dean’s entrance. Sam looked into Dean’s eyes, filled with much more than the lust of this moment, as he pushed in with one long, slow stroke until he was fully seated in his brother’s hot channel.
Wrapping his hand around the back of Dean’s neck, Sam leaned down, resting their foreheads together. Dean’s leg wrapped around Sam’s narrow hip, heel digging into his brother’s ass to bring him forward, pulling him even deeper. As he absorbed the pleasure of having Sam inside him Dean’s eyes fluttered closed and his lips parted.
Neither could fight the urge to move forever and slowly Sam began to grind his hips, barely withdrawing from Dean’s hole before pressing in deep again. A slight adjustment in angle pressed his cock into Dean’s prostate and had his brother arching off the bed and begging Sam for more, though Sam doubted his brother knew what he wanted more of. Sam kissed Dean then rested his weight on his hands as he fucked in and out of Dean’s tight heat in longer strokes.
When Sam felt his climax building, he lowered himself back down, trapping Dean’s leaking cock between the swell of his stomach the sculpted contours of his own. His hips worked them both towards orgasm and Sam pressed his mouth to Dean’s for one more kiss. Dean came first, blunt fingernails digging into Sam’s back as he called out his brother’s name. The rhythmic spasms of his inner muscles milked Sam’s orgasm from him and he thrust erratically into Dean as he cried out.
After taking just a few moments to catch his breath, Sam withdrew from Dean and went to the bathroom returning with a warm wet towel to clean them both. He collapsed next to his brother, resting his head in the crook of Dean’s neck and his hand on Dean’s stomach. The last thing Sam said as they drifted off to sleep was, “I promise.”
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Part 3