The Evidence (1/2)
Title: The Evidence
Authors: people-existing
Pairing: Sam/Dean (Dean/OMCS)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, pregnant!Dean, breeder!Dean, dirty talk, graphic birth, belly!kink, public!sex
Disclaimer: Fiction. Sam and Dean Winchester belong to the CW, not to me.
Summary: Dean was used as a breeder in Hell, and comes back pregnant with his next brood of demons.
Word count: 14 000 +/-
Author's notes: So, an AU of S4-- entirely lacking in Ruby and Castiel. This is written for vanster23, thanks so much for prompting, cheerleading and your support! You're awesome! :) I've also done an additional manip of pregnant!Dean/Sam here. Hope you enjoy! Oh, also, there will be a sequel, I don't think I can leave it alone!
Evidence. There was always evidence, you see.
If TV ever taught them anything, it was that. Fingerprints, blood-prints, sweat saliva, possessions. There was always evidence of what had happened, what was happening. This was no different.
And Dean-he couldn’t breathe. Walls were pressing in on him-dirt filling his mouth. He struggled against the earth entrapping him, reaching up and breaking through the ceiling with his fist.
Thought one: breathe.
Thought two: Sam.
-
He walked-stumbled, really-down the hollow road. The landscape was featureless and barren. Skies hanging low, meeting for dinner with the horizon while the sun fell behind the world.
Dean’s heavy breathing slowed as he walked, and the world slowed with it. Calmed. And Dean felt it could’ve been a dream. Only, it couldn’t. Decades of torture didn’t fade with a burst from the ground. For all he knew he was still there. For all he knew there were still demons frying meatsuits. For all he knew he was still-
Fucked. Everyday, every hour, every minute it almost felt like. Alistair, demons, whatever other faceless monsters. It was a constant. One of the only constants down there. Seven fucks in the morning before feeding time, then another twenty or so before he rejuvenated for ten minutes (earned that privilege after ten years) and he fed, and then he was fucked again.
Something happened one day, though. Something-they took him into another room, a bigger room, with a water bowl. They left him alone (never alone) in the room, only fucking him five times a day, then plugging him up, leaving food (always hungry) and disappearing.
Then something happened: his stomach began to swell with writhing, hungry things (demons) that made it ripple and bulge and ache like fire with the amount of movement.
Dean bit his lip. He always did-to keep himself from screaming.
The creatures just roiled inside his heavy, round, pregnant stomach.
Evidence.
-Dean panicked, heart racing furiously quickly as he tried to steady his breathing. He sat down on the side of the road and let his shaky heart and overworked lungs calm. He breathed in deeply, trying to remember back, trying not to scream with fear and intangible memories. And he knew the answer before he felt for sure.
Knew the answer before he reached down to touch his slightly bloated belly and screamed. It sounded so quiet out there, out amongst the hopelessness and bareness.
Something flitted inside him mockingly.
-
He learned to enjoy the fuckings for what they were: an escape. He threw his head back against the demon’s chest as it forced its huge cock into him, tearing his ass painfully (would heal later nothing to worry about nothing at all), yet sending sparks of pleasure through his entire body when it brushed over his sensitive place a few times.
He learned to enjoy the fuckings for what they shouldn’t be: arousing. He let a cry of pleasure, betraying his arousal, when the demon put its long, cold hands on his hugely pregnant belly-the things inside of him thrashing around at the touch.
Dean let out a low moan and shuddered, coming in spurts all over his swollen stomach with only a few small squeezes of his cock. He heard the demon laugh behind him-a mocking, dark sound -as it thrust into him a few more times, hard and ruthless.
It was gone in a millisecond and Dean found himself plugged again. The things inside him stopped for a moment, a peaceful and beautiful moment, before they started squirming again, bumping out against his tightly stretched skin. Dean swallowed and put his hands on his stomach, the brood inside moving around quicker and harder, so much so that it hurt.
Dean reached down and grabbed his hard cock again, the weight so familiar in his hand. He kept one hand on his writhing stomach and began to pump his hard, already leaking cock-a warm weight in his hand. The things inside him twisting strongly at the stimulation. He rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock, gasping out with pleasure as he started rubbing his heavily pregnant stomach at the same time. He came moments later from the pressure and stimulation, trembling violently.
-
Dean woke quietly; disorientated. And horny from his dream. From his memory. He was lying on the side of the road, his dusty clothes feeling awful against his sensitive skin. He was starving, hadn’t eaten since he’d risen from the grave (his grave) five days ago. He’d found water in a few places, spent a two hours digging for it once.
He wondered if the lack of food was a blessing in disguise. He reached down and stroked a hand across his stomach. It was still small, but had begun to protrude visibly. He’d been entertaining the thought that maybe they'd die. They had no food, he wasn't in hell (he was almost certain of that now, despite the nightmares)-they shouldn't be able to survive. But he was big enough now to begin to feel their movements.
He knew it was just wishful thinking. They were there. They were alive.
Instead, he focused on other things. After day six (no water that day parched mouth) he could see a town on the skyline. He almost cried with relief at the sight.
By night time, he was only a few miles from it. Tomorrow. He’d make it tomorrow.
-
He birthed them.
He was confused after he was left alone (never alone) for an entire day, terrified when he was by himself for another. By the time he’d been left alone for four, he was near panicking.
The creatures inside him were roiling strongly on the fifth day, excited. His stomach was visibly heaving with the movement. Dean felt sick with disgust and arousal.
He laid down, his swollen stomach sticking up-currents of movement visible on the surface. Dean let out a groan as he grabbed his already hard cock for the twelfth time that day, other hand automatically moving to his belly. He began to massage the lower half of his stomach, feeling bulges of motion underneath his hand. He moaned out loud in pleasure as he thrust as best he could through his clenched hand in time with the movement he was feeling.
His cock was painfully hard as he pumped it, his needy noises of arousal coming from the back of his throat as his skin burned. Sweat dripped down his face.
With another cry, he came. He couldn’t feel anything but intense gratification and relief as he rode out his orgasm, seeing deep space.
The things writhed inside his immense belly.
Then something else gushed out of him, from the small area behind his cock. He let out a surprised cry and moved his hand to the small area behind his cock quickly-where the gush had come from. “What-what the-” there was something there. Puckered and new and barely obvious and-
His stomach hardened painfully as an excruciating surge tore through it, making Dean cry out again, this time in pain. He could feel the things moving gleefully with the-the contraction. He clutched his hugely pregnant stomach, head slamming back against the ground at the intense pressure, movement and pain inside it. Then the pain dulled.
Dean’s breathing was heavy, his hands moving to his stomach and pressing against it. He could feel the brood moving. Then it hardened again, another contraction sending searing pain through his bulging belly. “God!” he screamed out, but God didn’t reply.
No one did.
-
He made it.
The town was small, but big enough for a bar, a diner, some shops with faded signs and a few streets of houses. Before he searched for a phone, before he even paused to hustle some pool money, he was in the diner. He was filthy, some streaks of blood mixing in with the dirt on his skin. He looked pathetic, he knew.
He worked some charm and earned himself free meal.
He hunched over his meal - a large hamburger that tasted like heaven itself along with a side of chips and a tall glass of coke - trying to slow his eating, trying to savour the taste. But he was so goddamn hungry, and he devoured his entire meal in at least five minutes. He sat back, jutting stomach finally (finally) feeling full.
Hunger sated, he stood, thanked the woman who’d been kind enough to feed him and left to the bar.
It was almost empty inside. He’d damn near forgotten what a bar actually looked like. This one was dark-wooden chairs sticking out under matching tables, an old jukebox in the corner spewing country music. Dean gazed around, eyes zeroing in on the pool table. A few casual-looking guys surrounded it, laughing as they enjoyed a game of pool.
Dean watched them for a few moments before sauntering over.
He bet and he won.
He stayed at a motel that night, the feeling of a large, soft bed underneath his back making him groan in relief. He felt a few movements in his stomach. God, he just wanted to sleep.
He reached and rubbed his swelling stomach in an attempt to calm the things inside him.
He fell asleep in that position, exhausted.
-
Dean’s contractions lasted for hours, gradually becoming harder and faster, the deep pressure and moving creatures inside his heavily pregnant stomach all adding to his labour pains.
During his ordeal, a demon walked in with a large water jug held loosely in its long fingers.
“Help-” Dean gasped out desperately, clutching his hard stomach as another contraction tore through it.
The demon stepped over to him curiously, its dripping black, featureless face set in a cruel grin as it bent down and reached out a large grotesque hand, placing it in the centre of Dean's heaving belly. Dean’s stomach surged excruciatingly at the touch, adding painfully to the pressure of the creatures moving inside him. It felt like he was going to burst. The demon brought its other hand around and set it down on his belly. The things roiled harder inside Dean. "At least twelve," it said, pressing its hands down against Dean’s stomach, sending another unbearable contraction through it, "fourteen maybe."
It pressed down again, harder, and Dean felt something drop lower. “Fuck!” he cried out.
It smiled at him and rubbed his hugely pregnant stomach for a second, torrents of pain tearing through it as it did so, before standing. It whistled as it refilled Dean's water bowl and left the room.
There was a creature lower-different from the mindless tumbling inside his swollen belly. The pressure had spread downwards, closer to his legs. He lifted them up, holding his belly as another contraction surged through him. More of the brood moved lower. “God!” he groaned, pressing at his rock hard stomach, trying to feel what was happening. “Fuck!”
Something came over him with the next contraction-an intense need to push accompanying the pressure. He held his belly as he pushed with the next surge, feeling something pushing out of him. He couldn’t see it-didn’t know what was happening, just that-
Push. God, it hurt-his heavily pregnant stomach (fourteen maybe) still heaved due to his breathing and the thrashing movement and the fucking contractions - push.
He felt something leave his body with another push. He let out a cry as his belly softened for a moment, the creatures still roiling. More moved down. Then it hardened again. Dean held it as he pushed through the contractions, kneading frantically at the bulges that were appearing on the surface, trying to distract himself from the pain.
It wasn’t over for hours.
-
It took him a week to get to Bobby’s house-time he would have killed to use just searching for Sam instead. But he’d taught his brother well, knowing it’d take a good while to search for his tracks and find his brother. And he didn’t have any resources.
He stole a car a few towns back and just drove, tyres screeching down the highway as he sped down it, the forests, deserts, towns passing in blurs of colour. If he looked hard enough as he drove, sometimes he’d see a flash of red lightning, blaze of demon. Memories, he assured himself. Just memories.
He was at Bobby’s two weeks after he’d climbed from the ground.
-
When Dean jolted awake-because he passed out afterwards, God, he passed out-he felt empty. He felt disconnected. His hand automatically reached for his stomach. His eyes sprung open when he felt hard, flat flesh. He looked like he had before, as though nothing had happened. Something thrust into him.
He yelled in surprise, gasping as pain ran through him. The demon put its hands on his hips and kept going.
The cycle started again. Soon, his stomach swelled heavily with his next litter of demons.
-
What cycle had he been on when he ended up back here? The twentieth? Thirtieth?
Bobby through holy water on him, tried to exorcise him, put him in a devil’s trap, which he easily walked out of. By the time Bobby was satisfied it was dark outside. They stared at each other for a few moments.
“Dean,” he said hoarsely. “How-”
“Where’s Sam?”
He’d been stuck at Bobby’s for two days being interrogated. He needed to find Sam-needed to see that he was alright and alive and safe. Wanted to see his stupid face, feel his stupidly long arms around his neck (“fuck you, Sam, I’m not a girl” ), feel his stupidly large hands on his st-on his cock. Fuck, he hadn’t gotten off in days.
Bobby kept staring at him. “California,” he said. “I don’t know the address, but I can call him...”
Dean nodded. “Call him. I want to talk to him.”
“Why don’t you go up to the spare room, boy? I’ll give Sam a call. I need to tell him what’s happened, you can talk to him tomorrow. I’ll put some food on, too.”
Dean’s stomach rumbled. It protruded out, but was still hide-able under his large t-shirt. Without his shirt, though, it was clear that he was swelling and rounded. Something kicked inside of it. “Okay,” he said, shifting as Bobby’s gaze moved to his stomach.
He placed a hand on it lightly. “Been eating as much as I can,” he said nervously, “just wanted some goddamn pie.”
Bobby looked up at him and nodded, seemingly satisfied. “There’re some clothes in the cupboard in your room. You can get rid of the dirty ones.”
Dean nodded and turned, doing his best to walk straight as he stepped through the house. Away from Bobby’s intense gaze on his stomach. He needed some bigger clothes.
He ascended the staircase slowly, relieved when he was finally upstairs by himself (never by himself). His room for what was left of the night was down the end of the hall on the right.
He let out a sigh once he was inside and closed the door behind him, switching the light on. It cast an orange glow through the room. The room was a little dusty, but it was nice and neat. Wooden floorboards stretched across the ground. A single bed, a bedside table complete with a tissue box, and a closet were the only pieces of furniture in the room. A pale blue moth-eaten curtain was hung uselessly over the dark window.
Dean opened the closet, looking through the clothes. Most of them were moth-eaten like the curtains, but he found a torn pair of jeans and a large black shirt.
He pulled off his own shirt, the hem rubbing along his distended belly. The things inside roiled at the touch, making Dean gasp lightly. He swallowed, heart starting to beat harder inside his ribcage. He could feel his cock hardening in his jeans. Fuck, he hadn’t gotten off in days. He closed his eyes for a few moments, breathing slowing, and focused on the small thrashes inside his stomach.
It reminded him of Hell-but it also reminded him of his hugely pregnant stomach, so full with demons that he could barely reach past it to jerk himself off.
He let out a moan at the memory, a shiver running down his spine. He’d learned to enjoy the fucking, but he hadn’t needed to learn to enjoy the pregnancies. The tight pressure and writhing inside his stomach kept him on edge all the time, with only a few fuckings a day to relieve himself properly. The rest of the time he just had to lay back and get himself off.
He opened his eyes slowly, glinting with lust and reflecting the light. He bent over slowly, the things’ motions slowing a little, and unzipped his jeans. They didn’t come off easily. They were a little tight around the swell of his stomach due to the crusting mud and dirt on them. The creatures started to squirm lightly once the pants were off, creating small ripples of motion across his belly.
He took off his underpants next, pulling them off gingerly, bumping his hard cock that was seeping pre-come. “Ngh,” he groaned, holding it with one hand and giving it an experimental squeeze. Sparks of electricity ran through his body. The pressure and heat of arousal started building in his lower abdomen.
Slowly-wanting to draw out the feeling-he placed his other hand on his bulging stomach and rubbed it lightly. The creatures roiled harder, faster, and when he closed his eyes he felt as though he was nine months pregnant again, not a few weeks. But then-there were so many moving things inside him, weren’t there? (twelve maybe fourteen, possibly fifteen, sixteen even).
He groaned, the creatures following the touch as he ran his hand across his stomach. He pressed down, eliciting a flurry of motion that made his cock harden painfully. He started rubbing along its length as he pressed on the sensitive spots across his belly. The pressure inside of him made him gasp - it was almost unbearable and so fucking hot.
He formed a circle with his hand as he began to pump his hard cock, flicking his wrist as he did so. He threw his head back as he simultaneously rubbed his round belly and thrust into his hand.
The creatures didn’t stop moving until he came in violent spurts, a lot of his come hitting his stomach. He moaned loudly as he did, stars flashing in front of his closed eyes as he orgasmed, lungs on fire as his chest heaved.
His legs were shaky, one hand still pressed against his silent stomach as he came back to earth blissfully. He licked his lips. Some pressure had been lifted from his belly, but it still felt round and impossibly full.
Breathing shallow, heart still racing, he picked up the clothes he’d dropped. He stepped over to the bedside table quickly, snagging a few tissues out of the tissue box and wiping the drying come off his belly. The creatures moved weakly at the touch. Too much stimulation, Dean knew.
When he was done cleaning up, he pulled on the jeans first. The creatures in his lower abdomen started moving again when he brushed the jeans against it and zipped them up. They were kind of loose around his swelling middle, but he knew that wouldn’t last very long. He pulled on the loose black shirt, the rest of the creatures squirming at the touch. He licked his lips and slunk his hand under the hem of his t-shirt, massaging soothingly at his pregnant stomach.
The creatures began to settle down.
“Dean!” called Bobby from downstairs. “Food’s up!”
Dean sighed when the things began squirming again under his hand, as though they’d heard.
-
Bobby watched him while he ate.
Dean was careful not to scoff it all down in one go, careful to eat as he normally would. Bobby was suspicious. And a suspicious Bobby was a goddamn stubborn one. He ate the stew with his right hand, making sure to chew and swallow and drink at regular intervals before taking the next bite.
That was something Dean had noticed-Bobby kept offering him beer. He had an inkling of what Bobby was doing, so he kept accepting it. He knew nothing would kill the creatures if Bobby’s exorcisms hadn’t, not while they were inside Dean. Nothing could.
He kept his left hand resting on his pregnant belly, rubbing soothing circles against the tightening flesh. He felt larger than he had a few hours ago, stretched full and tight due to the amount of alcohol and stew he was consuming. He finished off the last of his food, spoon clattering against his large bowl.
He kept massaging his round stomach with his left hand as the creatures writhed inside frantically.
Taking one last gulp of his beer, he set it down on the table and gave Bobby a smile. “Thanks,” he said, “needed that.” Something bulged out slightly painfully against his left hand.
Bobby smiled back at him. Dean was relieved to see that the expression was genuine. “Gonna stay here for the rest of the night.”
It wasn’t a question. Dean opened his mouth to protest.
Bobby glared at him. “You ain’t speeding off to California in the middle of the night. I’ll give you Sam’s address in the morning, and you can go. He’s expecting you.”
“Okay,” agreed Dean dulling, trying not to wince at a large bout of motion.
“Go on, then,” said Bobby. “I’ll wash up. Get some sleep.”
Dean went back upstairs, doing his best to keep his back to Bobby as he left the room. His pregnant stomach was pushed out painfully with the roiling creatures and the amount of food he’d eaten. The black shirt still covered most of it up, but he looked impossibly large for only a few weeks. His stomach stuck out so far he could only see some of his feet.
God, they’d grown a lot that day. From the food, he thought. They’d always fought and grown at feeding times-mostly when he was bigger, but-Dean put a hand on his stomach, feeling them moving, feeling them growing. Not much, not a lot. But they were.
He closed the door behind him and stepped over to the bed, lying down gingerly. He laid on his back, belly sticking up in the air. He pulled his shirt up and rested his hands on his pregnant stomach, splaying them out. It hadn’t felt so weird in hell, he thought as he rubbed it. The creatures moved violently underneath his touch. But now... now he was out, it was strange. He was pregnant. But still, he couldn’t bring himself to be so worried yet.
Though, God, what was Sam going to say?
-
Dean left Bobby’s early the next morning.
It was chilly outside in the junkyard, morning light glinting off the rusted cars and parts piled up everywhere. His round stomach wasn’t as painful as it had been after eating so much last night, but the creatures hadn’t stopped roiling since. Under his loose t-shirt, his stomach was bulging with all the movement.
He sat down in the front seat, giving his belly a quick rub before he turned on the car. He did his best not to think back to the night before, not to think of coming while the creatures writhed. Jesus.
Dean started the car, pulling out of Bobby’s yard with one last glance at the house before pulling onto the road and driving off down it.
The highway was empty when he pulled onto it, trees and fields hurtling past out the window. Bobby had given him some money to pay for some motels-it’d take a few days to get to Sam. Dean wanted to just drive through the night and get to Sam as fast as he could-he wanted to see his brother as soon as possible (before he got bigger).
But he couldn’t do that, as much as he wanted to. He was exhausting too easily.
He drove leaned up against the door, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his pregnant stomach. The creatures kept roiling inside, bulging out against his flesh. His cock stirred. Dean licked his lips, pressing down against the side of his stomach. They surged, almost like his stomach was contracting, except it wasn’t painful. More like arousing. It was making him so fucking horny.
Dean let out a groan, almost swerving the car into a tree. His cock was hardening painfully in his jeans. “Fuck,” he moaned, pulling the car over. He arched up as he reached down underneath his belly to pull his jeans down. His cock was hard and throbbing, pointed forwards due to his belly. Arousal tightened in his lower belly when he finally held it in his hand. It felt raw and sensitive. He let out a needy moan as he started squeezing it, eyes sliding shut. He placed his free hand on his pregnant stomach, the creatures still thrashing around inside him.
The mounting pressure was indescribable; all he could feel was the heat of orgasm pooling down low, his heart racing, and sweat coating his body.
And the brood. They bumped and squirmed violently under the hand that was massaging his stomach.
With a final thrust into his hand, he came in hard spurts over his belly and the car. He let out a loud, keening noise as he orgasmed, the motion inside his round stomach adding to his intense relief.
When he came back down, his belly was heaving with his deep breathing. His heart was shaky.
Dean cleaned up quickly, creatures rolling around gleefully when he wiped his stomach. He tossed the tissues onto the passenger seat and pulled his jeans up. He pulled his shirt down, leaving one hand resting underneath so he could rub his pregnant stomach.
He started the car, pulling back onto the highway.
-
He pulled into the motel parking lot. Dean had never been at all picky about which motels they stayed in, whichever had the first vacancy sign was the one he stayed in. This time was no different.
He was ready to collapse onto the bed by the time he entered the badly-decorated room. He stepped into the kitchenette first, grabbing a glass off the pink countertop and filling it with tap water. He turned around, leaning back against the counter and drank his drink. His position made him push his stomach forwards, shirt bunched up at the back and tight around his swollen belly. He could see the movement on the surface that was sending shivers down his spine.
Dean reached around and rubbed the front of his stomach while he downed the rest of his drink, feeling his moving belly tighten beneath his hand as he did so. He pressed down lightly, the creatures coursing inside him at the touch. He put his empty glass back on the counter and stood up straight, things tumbling as he did. He brought his other hand around and placed it on his stomach as he walked over to the bed. It felt big and pregnant under his hands, but nowhere near as big as it was going to get. He felt a rush at the thought.
But he was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. So he rubbed it soothingly, trying to soothe the movement inside of him. Trying to ignore his arousal. “Calm the fuck down,” groaned Dean as he climbed onto the bed, lying on his side. He let his hand rest on his bulging, moving stomach while he tried to go to sleep.
Thankfully, mercifully, he fell asleep quickly.
-
The next few days were tough. The creatures were roiling harder than ever inside of him, their near-constant flurry of motion becoming painful when he was stationary for too long. When he jerked off enough though-a few times a day or so, sometimes they, well, didn’t stop, but slowed for awhile. And - fuck - his stomach felt so full. Rounded and bloated and so goddamn full.
Dean collapsed onto his new motel bed. He was a day away from Sam. Tomorrow he’d be seeing his brother. God, he wanted to see Sam so badly. Wanted to talk to him and hold him and fuck him and go drinking with him and pass out with him.
He sighed, the painful squirming in his pregnant belly jumping back to the forefront of his mind. He rolled onto his back, arousal already skirting through his body and down to his cock. He swallowed and put both hands on his round stomach. It looked about four and half- maybe five-months pregnant already. He put both hands on his stomach and began to massage it, pressing down and gliding his fingers over the tight flesh. The creatures inside roiled violently. God, it felt so good. “Fuck,” he groaned, breathing becoming heavier as he kept rubbing and kneading his stomach desperately.
His cock was pounding painfully when Dean finally reached down and grabbed it. Arousal increased the pressure in his lower belly, as he held his hard cock, only needing to pump it a few times before he came over his rounded stomach. He was too exhausted to clean up that night.
The things inside of him slowed just enough to let him fall asleep easily.
-
He was a nervous wreck by the time he pulled up outside Sam’s motel. Room twelve. That’s where he’d be. Room twelve room twelve room twelve. Swallowing, he started to make his way across the empty parking lot. The motel was a red-brick building - it looked homely and reminded Dean of the country with sun was setting behind it
He checked his swollen stomach as he walked. It had grown over the last few days, but his oversized t-shirt still covered it fairly well. He did his best not to touch his belly as it protested its fullness and the movement that was starting again with a loud rumble. He’d had a huge lunch.
Anticipation was hot in his limbs as he stepped up to Sam’s door, heart racing so fast it damn near felt like a buzz. He breathed in and reached out, rapping on the door a few times.
The door opened almost immediately. A wave of shock ran through Dean when he finally laid eyes on his brother, all thoughts melting from his head beside from - oh God, safe, Sammy, Sam, Sam Sam Sam. His brother didn’t look any different, save for tired eyes that were framed by light bruising. He was still just as tall, just as fit, just as beautiful.
Sam stared back at him as though he may disappear-as though he might fade to sand and fly away with the wind. Dean gazed back at him in the exact Sam manner. They stood there for too long, Sam in the doorway, holding the frame, mouth open, Dean outside, love and awe and relief searing through him.
Then Sam pulled him into a tight hug, strong arms wrapping around his neck. Dean's pregnant stomach stuck out against Sam’s flat one, the creatures inside him surging. Sam didn't notice. He was too busy crying and talking nonsense, chin resting on Dean’s shoulder. Dean wrapped his arms around Sam’s middle, hushing him gently as he blabbered in between gasping breaths.
They stood like that for at least ten minutes before they broke apart gently, still unable to take their eyes off each other. “Sam, I...”
“I missed you so fucking much, Dean-God. I-Jesus. I love you so fucking much, I-” Sam broke into sobs again.
“I know, Sammy,” said Dean quietly, reaching out and patting his brother’s arm soothingly. “I love you, too. Missed you.”
Sam looked down at him with teary eyes. “You look... you look good,” he said, voice raw.
Dean smiled. “Are you gonna let me in, or am I sleeping in the car tonight?”
Sam chuckled wetly and stepped to the side to allow Dean to enter. Sam’s room was a cluttered mess, books and clothes scattered everywhere. “I didn’t believe Bobby when he called, told him he was fucking crazy,” said Sam, staring at Dean as though he was drinking him in. “But then he told me to wait here for a week, and you’d come and-and I was so...” Sam breathed in deeply and looked down.
“Hey, it’s okay, Sammy,” said Dean. “It’s okay. I’m here.”
He saw Sam breathe in deeply. “Yeah... yeah,” he sniffed, “what... will you-will you talk to me? Tell me... tell me what happened?” Sam was blunt, looking at him worriedly.
His hand twitched towards his stomach. It was a perfect opening-Sam wanted to know, Dean wanted to tell him. Wanted to tell him roiling hard inside his heavily pregnant belly, cock throbbing as he brought himself to orgasm, demons laughing somewhere, contractions ripping through his huge stomach. The creatures squirmed. He opened his mouth- “just... give me some time,” said Dean hoarsely, cock rousing slightly in his jeans.
Sam nodded. “Yeah, Dean. Okay. Sorry.”
Dean nodded, just taking in the sight of his brother for a little while longer. He never wanted to look away, never wanted to take his eyes of his brother. Sam bridged the gap between them again, wrapping strong arms around Dean. “I love you, missed you so goddamn much,” whispered Sam, pulling back to press his dry lips against Dean’s plump ones.
It felt so good. Dean hadn’t felt like this in decades-hadn’t been kissed, hadn’t been pressed up a warm body. Sam forced Dean’s lips open with his tongue and plunged it into his hot mouth.
“Fuck, Sammy,” Dean moaned into his brother’s mouth. He was so fucking horny. He just wanted to jump him here, feel his huge cock-
His brother brought his hands down to Dean’s sides, close to the creatures that were beginning to squirm harder inside his pregnant stomach. Dean pulled back quickly, heart racing, cock hard in his jeans. “Dean? What’s wrong?” asked Sam worriedly, “did I do something wrong?”
“No!” said Dean. “No, I just-I’m really tired. So much driving. Do you mind if I take a shower? Maybe you could go get some dinner...” His belly jolted at the thought.
Sam shook his head. “I don’t want to leave you. I’ll-have your shower, we can go pick up some food afterwards, how does that sound?”
Dean nodded. “Okay, Sammy. Hey, um... could I borrow a hoodie? And a fresh pair of jeans?”
“Uh. Yeah, sure, Dean,” said Sam, grabbing him the clothing.
“Thanks,” said Dean, eyes raking over Sam before he turned and stepped into the bathroom. It was small with a white-on-white colour scheme. The tiny shower was shoved in the corner, shower curtains still damp. Dean made sure the door was shut behind him before he slid off his clothes, his pregnant belly writhing at the touch.
He put a hand on it as he stepped over to the shower, closing the curtain behind him and turning the shower on with his free hand. He rubbed calming circles into the tight flesh as he waited for the water to heat up. He let out a sigh as he stepped under the spray, stomach beginning to ache as the creatures went crazy inside of it. The flow of water over his belly was the direct opposite of what was happening inside, what he could see happening inside. The pressure within his full, squirming belly was heavy and hot, making his cock go to full hardness without him needing to touch it. It throbbed painfully, begging for release as it leaked pre-come. The tense feeling of arousal in his lower stomach made him gasp out loud. God, if only he could have Sam. He’d fuck him right here and now, feel his taut, muscular body pressed up against him, his large, talented hands on Dean’s aching cock and his round stomach.
“Fuck,” groaned Dean, eyebrows furrowing as he slid his other hand down his wet stomach, creatures moving with the touch. He grabbed his cock, breathing heavily as the pressure became almost too much.
He only needed to pump it a few times before he came all over his belly. He closed his eyes against the water as his orgasm sparked through him like fire. His entire body shuddered with pleasure.
When he opened his eyes, most of his come had already washing away with the currents of water. He leaned back against the wall to breathe, stomach pushed out, the creatures inside him almost calm, save for a few flickers of motion.
“God,” he whispered, hand coming up to massage his pregnant stomach. The creatures thrashed weakly at the touch. He wanted to share it with Sam so badly, wanted to feel his come inside of him as he slammed deep into Dean’s ass. Fuck, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Not yet. Sam... he deserved a few days of normalcy between them before Dean did.
Dean froze suddenly, his stomach hardening painfully. The creatures surged powerfully inside as a jolt ran through it. It wasn’t a real contraction, he’d had fake ones that lasted for weeks-months, even, before he actually went into labour. He brought his other hand up, rubbing his stomach as it softened again.
“Jesus,” he groaned, leaning against the wall again.
Part two
Authors: people-existing
Pairing: Sam/Dean (Dean/OMCS)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, pregnant!Dean, breeder!Dean, dirty talk, graphic birth, belly!kink, public!sex
Disclaimer: Fiction. Sam and Dean Winchester belong to the CW, not to me.
Summary: Dean was used as a breeder in Hell, and comes back pregnant with his next brood of demons.
Word count: 14 000 +/-
Author's notes: So, an AU of S4-- entirely lacking in Ruby and Castiel. This is written for vanster23, thanks so much for prompting, cheerleading and your support! You're awesome! :) I've also done an additional manip of pregnant!Dean/Sam here. Hope you enjoy! Oh, also, there will be a sequel, I don't think I can leave it alone!
Evidence. There was always evidence, you see.
If TV ever taught them anything, it was that. Fingerprints, blood-prints, sweat saliva, possessions. There was always evidence of what had happened, what was happening. This was no different.
And Dean-he couldn’t breathe. Walls were pressing in on him-dirt filling his mouth. He struggled against the earth entrapping him, reaching up and breaking through the ceiling with his fist.
Thought one: breathe.
Thought two: Sam.
-
He walked-stumbled, really-down the hollow road. The landscape was featureless and barren. Skies hanging low, meeting for dinner with the horizon while the sun fell behind the world.
Dean’s heavy breathing slowed as he walked, and the world slowed with it. Calmed. And Dean felt it could’ve been a dream. Only, it couldn’t. Decades of torture didn’t fade with a burst from the ground. For all he knew he was still there. For all he knew there were still demons frying meatsuits. For all he knew he was still-
Fucked. Everyday, every hour, every minute it almost felt like. Alistair, demons, whatever other faceless monsters. It was a constant. One of the only constants down there. Seven fucks in the morning before feeding time, then another twenty or so before he rejuvenated for ten minutes (earned that privilege after ten years) and he fed, and then he was fucked again.
Something happened one day, though. Something-they took him into another room, a bigger room, with a water bowl. They left him alone (never alone) in the room, only fucking him five times a day, then plugging him up, leaving food (always hungry) and disappearing.
Then something happened: his stomach began to swell with writhing, hungry things (demons) that made it ripple and bulge and ache like fire with the amount of movement.
Dean bit his lip. He always did-to keep himself from screaming.
The creatures just roiled inside his heavy, round, pregnant stomach.
Evidence.
-Dean panicked, heart racing furiously quickly as he tried to steady his breathing. He sat down on the side of the road and let his shaky heart and overworked lungs calm. He breathed in deeply, trying to remember back, trying not to scream with fear and intangible memories. And he knew the answer before he felt for sure.
Knew the answer before he reached down to touch his slightly bloated belly and screamed. It sounded so quiet out there, out amongst the hopelessness and bareness.
Something flitted inside him mockingly.
-
He learned to enjoy the fuckings for what they were: an escape. He threw his head back against the demon’s chest as it forced its huge cock into him, tearing his ass painfully (would heal later nothing to worry about nothing at all), yet sending sparks of pleasure through his entire body when it brushed over his sensitive place a few times.
He learned to enjoy the fuckings for what they shouldn’t be: arousing. He let a cry of pleasure, betraying his arousal, when the demon put its long, cold hands on his hugely pregnant belly-the things inside of him thrashing around at the touch.
Dean let out a low moan and shuddered, coming in spurts all over his swollen stomach with only a few small squeezes of his cock. He heard the demon laugh behind him-a mocking, dark sound -as it thrust into him a few more times, hard and ruthless.
It was gone in a millisecond and Dean found himself plugged again. The things inside him stopped for a moment, a peaceful and beautiful moment, before they started squirming again, bumping out against his tightly stretched skin. Dean swallowed and put his hands on his stomach, the brood inside moving around quicker and harder, so much so that it hurt.
Dean reached down and grabbed his hard cock again, the weight so familiar in his hand. He kept one hand on his writhing stomach and began to pump his hard, already leaking cock-a warm weight in his hand. The things inside him twisting strongly at the stimulation. He rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock, gasping out with pleasure as he started rubbing his heavily pregnant stomach at the same time. He came moments later from the pressure and stimulation, trembling violently.
-
Dean woke quietly; disorientated. And horny from his dream. From his memory. He was lying on the side of the road, his dusty clothes feeling awful against his sensitive skin. He was starving, hadn’t eaten since he’d risen from the grave (his grave) five days ago. He’d found water in a few places, spent a two hours digging for it once.
He wondered if the lack of food was a blessing in disguise. He reached down and stroked a hand across his stomach. It was still small, but had begun to protrude visibly. He’d been entertaining the thought that maybe they'd die. They had no food, he wasn't in hell (he was almost certain of that now, despite the nightmares)-they shouldn't be able to survive. But he was big enough now to begin to feel their movements.
He knew it was just wishful thinking. They were there. They were alive.
Instead, he focused on other things. After day six (no water that day parched mouth) he could see a town on the skyline. He almost cried with relief at the sight.
By night time, he was only a few miles from it. Tomorrow. He’d make it tomorrow.
-
He birthed them.
He was confused after he was left alone (never alone) for an entire day, terrified when he was by himself for another. By the time he’d been left alone for four, he was near panicking.
The creatures inside him were roiling strongly on the fifth day, excited. His stomach was visibly heaving with the movement. Dean felt sick with disgust and arousal.
He laid down, his swollen stomach sticking up-currents of movement visible on the surface. Dean let out a groan as he grabbed his already hard cock for the twelfth time that day, other hand automatically moving to his belly. He began to massage the lower half of his stomach, feeling bulges of motion underneath his hand. He moaned out loud in pleasure as he thrust as best he could through his clenched hand in time with the movement he was feeling.
His cock was painfully hard as he pumped it, his needy noises of arousal coming from the back of his throat as his skin burned. Sweat dripped down his face.
With another cry, he came. He couldn’t feel anything but intense gratification and relief as he rode out his orgasm, seeing deep space.
The things writhed inside his immense belly.
Then something else gushed out of him, from the small area behind his cock. He let out a surprised cry and moved his hand to the small area behind his cock quickly-where the gush had come from. “What-what the-” there was something there. Puckered and new and barely obvious and-
His stomach hardened painfully as an excruciating surge tore through it, making Dean cry out again, this time in pain. He could feel the things moving gleefully with the-the contraction. He clutched his hugely pregnant stomach, head slamming back against the ground at the intense pressure, movement and pain inside it. Then the pain dulled.
Dean’s breathing was heavy, his hands moving to his stomach and pressing against it. He could feel the brood moving. Then it hardened again, another contraction sending searing pain through his bulging belly. “God!” he screamed out, but God didn’t reply.
No one did.
-
He made it.
The town was small, but big enough for a bar, a diner, some shops with faded signs and a few streets of houses. Before he searched for a phone, before he even paused to hustle some pool money, he was in the diner. He was filthy, some streaks of blood mixing in with the dirt on his skin. He looked pathetic, he knew.
He worked some charm and earned himself free meal.
He hunched over his meal - a large hamburger that tasted like heaven itself along with a side of chips and a tall glass of coke - trying to slow his eating, trying to savour the taste. But he was so goddamn hungry, and he devoured his entire meal in at least five minutes. He sat back, jutting stomach finally (finally) feeling full.
Hunger sated, he stood, thanked the woman who’d been kind enough to feed him and left to the bar.
It was almost empty inside. He’d damn near forgotten what a bar actually looked like. This one was dark-wooden chairs sticking out under matching tables, an old jukebox in the corner spewing country music. Dean gazed around, eyes zeroing in on the pool table. A few casual-looking guys surrounded it, laughing as they enjoyed a game of pool.
Dean watched them for a few moments before sauntering over.
He bet and he won.
He stayed at a motel that night, the feeling of a large, soft bed underneath his back making him groan in relief. He felt a few movements in his stomach. God, he just wanted to sleep.
He reached and rubbed his swelling stomach in an attempt to calm the things inside him.
He fell asleep in that position, exhausted.
-
Dean’s contractions lasted for hours, gradually becoming harder and faster, the deep pressure and moving creatures inside his heavily pregnant stomach all adding to his labour pains.
During his ordeal, a demon walked in with a large water jug held loosely in its long fingers.
“Help-” Dean gasped out desperately, clutching his hard stomach as another contraction tore through it.
The demon stepped over to him curiously, its dripping black, featureless face set in a cruel grin as it bent down and reached out a large grotesque hand, placing it in the centre of Dean's heaving belly. Dean’s stomach surged excruciatingly at the touch, adding painfully to the pressure of the creatures moving inside him. It felt like he was going to burst. The demon brought its other hand around and set it down on his belly. The things roiled harder inside Dean. "At least twelve," it said, pressing its hands down against Dean’s stomach, sending another unbearable contraction through it, "fourteen maybe."
It pressed down again, harder, and Dean felt something drop lower. “Fuck!” he cried out.
It smiled at him and rubbed his hugely pregnant stomach for a second, torrents of pain tearing through it as it did so, before standing. It whistled as it refilled Dean's water bowl and left the room.
There was a creature lower-different from the mindless tumbling inside his swollen belly. The pressure had spread downwards, closer to his legs. He lifted them up, holding his belly as another contraction surged through him. More of the brood moved lower. “God!” he groaned, pressing at his rock hard stomach, trying to feel what was happening. “Fuck!”
Something came over him with the next contraction-an intense need to push accompanying the pressure. He held his belly as he pushed with the next surge, feeling something pushing out of him. He couldn’t see it-didn’t know what was happening, just that-
Push. God, it hurt-his heavily pregnant stomach (fourteen maybe) still heaved due to his breathing and the thrashing movement and the fucking contractions - push.
He felt something leave his body with another push. He let out a cry as his belly softened for a moment, the creatures still roiling. More moved down. Then it hardened again. Dean held it as he pushed through the contractions, kneading frantically at the bulges that were appearing on the surface, trying to distract himself from the pain.
It wasn’t over for hours.
-
It took him a week to get to Bobby’s house-time he would have killed to use just searching for Sam instead. But he’d taught his brother well, knowing it’d take a good while to search for his tracks and find his brother. And he didn’t have any resources.
He stole a car a few towns back and just drove, tyres screeching down the highway as he sped down it, the forests, deserts, towns passing in blurs of colour. If he looked hard enough as he drove, sometimes he’d see a flash of red lightning, blaze of demon. Memories, he assured himself. Just memories.
He was at Bobby’s two weeks after he’d climbed from the ground.
-
When Dean jolted awake-because he passed out afterwards, God, he passed out-he felt empty. He felt disconnected. His hand automatically reached for his stomach. His eyes sprung open when he felt hard, flat flesh. He looked like he had before, as though nothing had happened. Something thrust into him.
He yelled in surprise, gasping as pain ran through him. The demon put its hands on his hips and kept going.
The cycle started again. Soon, his stomach swelled heavily with his next litter of demons.
-
What cycle had he been on when he ended up back here? The twentieth? Thirtieth?
Bobby through holy water on him, tried to exorcise him, put him in a devil’s trap, which he easily walked out of. By the time Bobby was satisfied it was dark outside. They stared at each other for a few moments.
“Dean,” he said hoarsely. “How-”
“Where’s Sam?”
He’d been stuck at Bobby’s for two days being interrogated. He needed to find Sam-needed to see that he was alright and alive and safe. Wanted to see his stupid face, feel his stupidly long arms around his neck (“fuck you, Sam, I’m not a girl” ), feel his stupidly large hands on his st-on his cock. Fuck, he hadn’t gotten off in days.
Bobby kept staring at him. “California,” he said. “I don’t know the address, but I can call him...”
Dean nodded. “Call him. I want to talk to him.”
“Why don’t you go up to the spare room, boy? I’ll give Sam a call. I need to tell him what’s happened, you can talk to him tomorrow. I’ll put some food on, too.”
Dean’s stomach rumbled. It protruded out, but was still hide-able under his large t-shirt. Without his shirt, though, it was clear that he was swelling and rounded. Something kicked inside of it. “Okay,” he said, shifting as Bobby’s gaze moved to his stomach.
He placed a hand on it lightly. “Been eating as much as I can,” he said nervously, “just wanted some goddamn pie.”
Bobby looked up at him and nodded, seemingly satisfied. “There’re some clothes in the cupboard in your room. You can get rid of the dirty ones.”
Dean nodded and turned, doing his best to walk straight as he stepped through the house. Away from Bobby’s intense gaze on his stomach. He needed some bigger clothes.
He ascended the staircase slowly, relieved when he was finally upstairs by himself (never by himself). His room for what was left of the night was down the end of the hall on the right.
He let out a sigh once he was inside and closed the door behind him, switching the light on. It cast an orange glow through the room. The room was a little dusty, but it was nice and neat. Wooden floorboards stretched across the ground. A single bed, a bedside table complete with a tissue box, and a closet were the only pieces of furniture in the room. A pale blue moth-eaten curtain was hung uselessly over the dark window.
Dean opened the closet, looking through the clothes. Most of them were moth-eaten like the curtains, but he found a torn pair of jeans and a large black shirt.
He pulled off his own shirt, the hem rubbing along his distended belly. The things inside roiled at the touch, making Dean gasp lightly. He swallowed, heart starting to beat harder inside his ribcage. He could feel his cock hardening in his jeans. Fuck, he hadn’t gotten off in days. He closed his eyes for a few moments, breathing slowing, and focused on the small thrashes inside his stomach.
It reminded him of Hell-but it also reminded him of his hugely pregnant stomach, so full with demons that he could barely reach past it to jerk himself off.
He let out a moan at the memory, a shiver running down his spine. He’d learned to enjoy the fucking, but he hadn’t needed to learn to enjoy the pregnancies. The tight pressure and writhing inside his stomach kept him on edge all the time, with only a few fuckings a day to relieve himself properly. The rest of the time he just had to lay back and get himself off.
He opened his eyes slowly, glinting with lust and reflecting the light. He bent over slowly, the things’ motions slowing a little, and unzipped his jeans. They didn’t come off easily. They were a little tight around the swell of his stomach due to the crusting mud and dirt on them. The creatures started to squirm lightly once the pants were off, creating small ripples of motion across his belly.
He took off his underpants next, pulling them off gingerly, bumping his hard cock that was seeping pre-come. “Ngh,” he groaned, holding it with one hand and giving it an experimental squeeze. Sparks of electricity ran through his body. The pressure and heat of arousal started building in his lower abdomen.
Slowly-wanting to draw out the feeling-he placed his other hand on his bulging stomach and rubbed it lightly. The creatures roiled harder, faster, and when he closed his eyes he felt as though he was nine months pregnant again, not a few weeks. But then-there were so many moving things inside him, weren’t there? (twelve maybe fourteen, possibly fifteen, sixteen even).
He groaned, the creatures following the touch as he ran his hand across his stomach. He pressed down, eliciting a flurry of motion that made his cock harden painfully. He started rubbing along its length as he pressed on the sensitive spots across his belly. The pressure inside of him made him gasp - it was almost unbearable and so fucking hot.
He formed a circle with his hand as he began to pump his hard cock, flicking his wrist as he did so. He threw his head back as he simultaneously rubbed his round belly and thrust into his hand.
The creatures didn’t stop moving until he came in violent spurts, a lot of his come hitting his stomach. He moaned loudly as he did, stars flashing in front of his closed eyes as he orgasmed, lungs on fire as his chest heaved.
His legs were shaky, one hand still pressed against his silent stomach as he came back to earth blissfully. He licked his lips. Some pressure had been lifted from his belly, but it still felt round and impossibly full.
Breathing shallow, heart still racing, he picked up the clothes he’d dropped. He stepped over to the bedside table quickly, snagging a few tissues out of the tissue box and wiping the drying come off his belly. The creatures moved weakly at the touch. Too much stimulation, Dean knew.
When he was done cleaning up, he pulled on the jeans first. The creatures in his lower abdomen started moving again when he brushed the jeans against it and zipped them up. They were kind of loose around his swelling middle, but he knew that wouldn’t last very long. He pulled on the loose black shirt, the rest of the creatures squirming at the touch. He licked his lips and slunk his hand under the hem of his t-shirt, massaging soothingly at his pregnant stomach.
The creatures began to settle down.
“Dean!” called Bobby from downstairs. “Food’s up!”
Dean sighed when the things began squirming again under his hand, as though they’d heard.
-
Bobby watched him while he ate.
Dean was careful not to scoff it all down in one go, careful to eat as he normally would. Bobby was suspicious. And a suspicious Bobby was a goddamn stubborn one. He ate the stew with his right hand, making sure to chew and swallow and drink at regular intervals before taking the next bite.
That was something Dean had noticed-Bobby kept offering him beer. He had an inkling of what Bobby was doing, so he kept accepting it. He knew nothing would kill the creatures if Bobby’s exorcisms hadn’t, not while they were inside Dean. Nothing could.
He kept his left hand resting on his pregnant belly, rubbing soothing circles against the tightening flesh. He felt larger than he had a few hours ago, stretched full and tight due to the amount of alcohol and stew he was consuming. He finished off the last of his food, spoon clattering against his large bowl.
He kept massaging his round stomach with his left hand as the creatures writhed inside frantically.
Taking one last gulp of his beer, he set it down on the table and gave Bobby a smile. “Thanks,” he said, “needed that.” Something bulged out slightly painfully against his left hand.
Bobby smiled back at him. Dean was relieved to see that the expression was genuine. “Gonna stay here for the rest of the night.”
It wasn’t a question. Dean opened his mouth to protest.
Bobby glared at him. “You ain’t speeding off to California in the middle of the night. I’ll give you Sam’s address in the morning, and you can go. He’s expecting you.”
“Okay,” agreed Dean dulling, trying not to wince at a large bout of motion.
“Go on, then,” said Bobby. “I’ll wash up. Get some sleep.”
Dean went back upstairs, doing his best to keep his back to Bobby as he left the room. His pregnant stomach was pushed out painfully with the roiling creatures and the amount of food he’d eaten. The black shirt still covered most of it up, but he looked impossibly large for only a few weeks. His stomach stuck out so far he could only see some of his feet.
God, they’d grown a lot that day. From the food, he thought. They’d always fought and grown at feeding times-mostly when he was bigger, but-Dean put a hand on his stomach, feeling them moving, feeling them growing. Not much, not a lot. But they were.
He closed the door behind him and stepped over to the bed, lying down gingerly. He laid on his back, belly sticking up in the air. He pulled his shirt up and rested his hands on his pregnant stomach, splaying them out. It hadn’t felt so weird in hell, he thought as he rubbed it. The creatures moved violently underneath his touch. But now... now he was out, it was strange. He was pregnant. But still, he couldn’t bring himself to be so worried yet.
Though, God, what was Sam going to say?
-
Dean left Bobby’s early the next morning.
It was chilly outside in the junkyard, morning light glinting off the rusted cars and parts piled up everywhere. His round stomach wasn’t as painful as it had been after eating so much last night, but the creatures hadn’t stopped roiling since. Under his loose t-shirt, his stomach was bulging with all the movement.
He sat down in the front seat, giving his belly a quick rub before he turned on the car. He did his best not to think back to the night before, not to think of coming while the creatures writhed. Jesus.
Dean started the car, pulling out of Bobby’s yard with one last glance at the house before pulling onto the road and driving off down it.
The highway was empty when he pulled onto it, trees and fields hurtling past out the window. Bobby had given him some money to pay for some motels-it’d take a few days to get to Sam. Dean wanted to just drive through the night and get to Sam as fast as he could-he wanted to see his brother as soon as possible (before he got bigger).
But he couldn’t do that, as much as he wanted to. He was exhausting too easily.
He drove leaned up against the door, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his pregnant stomach. The creatures kept roiling inside, bulging out against his flesh. His cock stirred. Dean licked his lips, pressing down against the side of his stomach. They surged, almost like his stomach was contracting, except it wasn’t painful. More like arousing. It was making him so fucking horny.
Dean let out a groan, almost swerving the car into a tree. His cock was hardening painfully in his jeans. “Fuck,” he moaned, pulling the car over. He arched up as he reached down underneath his belly to pull his jeans down. His cock was hard and throbbing, pointed forwards due to his belly. Arousal tightened in his lower belly when he finally held it in his hand. It felt raw and sensitive. He let out a needy moan as he started squeezing it, eyes sliding shut. He placed his free hand on his pregnant stomach, the creatures still thrashing around inside him.
The mounting pressure was indescribable; all he could feel was the heat of orgasm pooling down low, his heart racing, and sweat coating his body.
And the brood. They bumped and squirmed violently under the hand that was massaging his stomach.
With a final thrust into his hand, he came in hard spurts over his belly and the car. He let out a loud, keening noise as he orgasmed, the motion inside his round stomach adding to his intense relief.
When he came back down, his belly was heaving with his deep breathing. His heart was shaky.
Dean cleaned up quickly, creatures rolling around gleefully when he wiped his stomach. He tossed the tissues onto the passenger seat and pulled his jeans up. He pulled his shirt down, leaving one hand resting underneath so he could rub his pregnant stomach.
He started the car, pulling back onto the highway.
-
He pulled into the motel parking lot. Dean had never been at all picky about which motels they stayed in, whichever had the first vacancy sign was the one he stayed in. This time was no different.
He was ready to collapse onto the bed by the time he entered the badly-decorated room. He stepped into the kitchenette first, grabbing a glass off the pink countertop and filling it with tap water. He turned around, leaning back against the counter and drank his drink. His position made him push his stomach forwards, shirt bunched up at the back and tight around his swollen belly. He could see the movement on the surface that was sending shivers down his spine.
Dean reached around and rubbed the front of his stomach while he downed the rest of his drink, feeling his moving belly tighten beneath his hand as he did so. He pressed down lightly, the creatures coursing inside him at the touch. He put his empty glass back on the counter and stood up straight, things tumbling as he did. He brought his other hand around and placed it on his stomach as he walked over to the bed. It felt big and pregnant under his hands, but nowhere near as big as it was going to get. He felt a rush at the thought.
But he was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. So he rubbed it soothingly, trying to soothe the movement inside of him. Trying to ignore his arousal. “Calm the fuck down,” groaned Dean as he climbed onto the bed, lying on his side. He let his hand rest on his bulging, moving stomach while he tried to go to sleep.
Thankfully, mercifully, he fell asleep quickly.
-
The next few days were tough. The creatures were roiling harder than ever inside of him, their near-constant flurry of motion becoming painful when he was stationary for too long. When he jerked off enough though-a few times a day or so, sometimes they, well, didn’t stop, but slowed for awhile. And - fuck - his stomach felt so full. Rounded and bloated and so goddamn full.
Dean collapsed onto his new motel bed. He was a day away from Sam. Tomorrow he’d be seeing his brother. God, he wanted to see Sam so badly. Wanted to talk to him and hold him and fuck him and go drinking with him and pass out with him.
He sighed, the painful squirming in his pregnant belly jumping back to the forefront of his mind. He rolled onto his back, arousal already skirting through his body and down to his cock. He swallowed and put both hands on his round stomach. It looked about four and half- maybe five-months pregnant already. He put both hands on his stomach and began to massage it, pressing down and gliding his fingers over the tight flesh. The creatures inside roiled violently. God, it felt so good. “Fuck,” he groaned, breathing becoming heavier as he kept rubbing and kneading his stomach desperately.
His cock was pounding painfully when Dean finally reached down and grabbed it. Arousal increased the pressure in his lower belly, as he held his hard cock, only needing to pump it a few times before he came over his rounded stomach. He was too exhausted to clean up that night.
The things inside of him slowed just enough to let him fall asleep easily.
-
He was a nervous wreck by the time he pulled up outside Sam’s motel. Room twelve. That’s where he’d be. Room twelve room twelve room twelve. Swallowing, he started to make his way across the empty parking lot. The motel was a red-brick building - it looked homely and reminded Dean of the country with sun was setting behind it
He checked his swollen stomach as he walked. It had grown over the last few days, but his oversized t-shirt still covered it fairly well. He did his best not to touch his belly as it protested its fullness and the movement that was starting again with a loud rumble. He’d had a huge lunch.
Anticipation was hot in his limbs as he stepped up to Sam’s door, heart racing so fast it damn near felt like a buzz. He breathed in and reached out, rapping on the door a few times.
The door opened almost immediately. A wave of shock ran through Dean when he finally laid eyes on his brother, all thoughts melting from his head beside from - oh God, safe, Sammy, Sam, Sam Sam Sam. His brother didn’t look any different, save for tired eyes that were framed by light bruising. He was still just as tall, just as fit, just as beautiful.
Sam stared back at him as though he may disappear-as though he might fade to sand and fly away with the wind. Dean gazed back at him in the exact Sam manner. They stood there for too long, Sam in the doorway, holding the frame, mouth open, Dean outside, love and awe and relief searing through him.
Then Sam pulled him into a tight hug, strong arms wrapping around his neck. Dean's pregnant stomach stuck out against Sam’s flat one, the creatures inside him surging. Sam didn't notice. He was too busy crying and talking nonsense, chin resting on Dean’s shoulder. Dean wrapped his arms around Sam’s middle, hushing him gently as he blabbered in between gasping breaths.
They stood like that for at least ten minutes before they broke apart gently, still unable to take their eyes off each other. “Sam, I...”
“I missed you so fucking much, Dean-God. I-Jesus. I love you so fucking much, I-” Sam broke into sobs again.
“I know, Sammy,” said Dean quietly, reaching out and patting his brother’s arm soothingly. “I love you, too. Missed you.”
Sam looked down at him with teary eyes. “You look... you look good,” he said, voice raw.
Dean smiled. “Are you gonna let me in, or am I sleeping in the car tonight?”
Sam chuckled wetly and stepped to the side to allow Dean to enter. Sam’s room was a cluttered mess, books and clothes scattered everywhere. “I didn’t believe Bobby when he called, told him he was fucking crazy,” said Sam, staring at Dean as though he was drinking him in. “But then he told me to wait here for a week, and you’d come and-and I was so...” Sam breathed in deeply and looked down.
“Hey, it’s okay, Sammy,” said Dean. “It’s okay. I’m here.”
He saw Sam breathe in deeply. “Yeah... yeah,” he sniffed, “what... will you-will you talk to me? Tell me... tell me what happened?” Sam was blunt, looking at him worriedly.
His hand twitched towards his stomach. It was a perfect opening-Sam wanted to know, Dean wanted to tell him. Wanted to tell him roiling hard inside his heavily pregnant belly, cock throbbing as he brought himself to orgasm, demons laughing somewhere, contractions ripping through his huge stomach. The creatures squirmed. He opened his mouth- “just... give me some time,” said Dean hoarsely, cock rousing slightly in his jeans.
Sam nodded. “Yeah, Dean. Okay. Sorry.”
Dean nodded, just taking in the sight of his brother for a little while longer. He never wanted to look away, never wanted to take his eyes of his brother. Sam bridged the gap between them again, wrapping strong arms around Dean. “I love you, missed you so goddamn much,” whispered Sam, pulling back to press his dry lips against Dean’s plump ones.
It felt so good. Dean hadn’t felt like this in decades-hadn’t been kissed, hadn’t been pressed up a warm body. Sam forced Dean’s lips open with his tongue and plunged it into his hot mouth.
“Fuck, Sammy,” Dean moaned into his brother’s mouth. He was so fucking horny. He just wanted to jump him here, feel his huge cock-
His brother brought his hands down to Dean’s sides, close to the creatures that were beginning to squirm harder inside his pregnant stomach. Dean pulled back quickly, heart racing, cock hard in his jeans. “Dean? What’s wrong?” asked Sam worriedly, “did I do something wrong?”
“No!” said Dean. “No, I just-I’m really tired. So much driving. Do you mind if I take a shower? Maybe you could go get some dinner...” His belly jolted at the thought.
Sam shook his head. “I don’t want to leave you. I’ll-have your shower, we can go pick up some food afterwards, how does that sound?”
Dean nodded. “Okay, Sammy. Hey, um... could I borrow a hoodie? And a fresh pair of jeans?”
“Uh. Yeah, sure, Dean,” said Sam, grabbing him the clothing.
“Thanks,” said Dean, eyes raking over Sam before he turned and stepped into the bathroom. It was small with a white-on-white colour scheme. The tiny shower was shoved in the corner, shower curtains still damp. Dean made sure the door was shut behind him before he slid off his clothes, his pregnant belly writhing at the touch.
He put a hand on it as he stepped over to the shower, closing the curtain behind him and turning the shower on with his free hand. He rubbed calming circles into the tight flesh as he waited for the water to heat up. He let out a sigh as he stepped under the spray, stomach beginning to ache as the creatures went crazy inside of it. The flow of water over his belly was the direct opposite of what was happening inside, what he could see happening inside. The pressure within his full, squirming belly was heavy and hot, making his cock go to full hardness without him needing to touch it. It throbbed painfully, begging for release as it leaked pre-come. The tense feeling of arousal in his lower stomach made him gasp out loud. God, if only he could have Sam. He’d fuck him right here and now, feel his taut, muscular body pressed up against him, his large, talented hands on Dean’s aching cock and his round stomach.
“Fuck,” groaned Dean, eyebrows furrowing as he slid his other hand down his wet stomach, creatures moving with the touch. He grabbed his cock, breathing heavily as the pressure became almost too much.
He only needed to pump it a few times before he came all over his belly. He closed his eyes against the water as his orgasm sparked through him like fire. His entire body shuddered with pleasure.
When he opened his eyes, most of his come had already washing away with the currents of water. He leaned back against the wall to breathe, stomach pushed out, the creatures inside him almost calm, save for a few flickers of motion.
“God,” he whispered, hand coming up to massage his pregnant stomach. The creatures thrashed weakly at the touch. He wanted to share it with Sam so badly, wanted to feel his come inside of him as he slammed deep into Dean’s ass. Fuck, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Not yet. Sam... he deserved a few days of normalcy between them before Dean did.
Dean froze suddenly, his stomach hardening painfully. The creatures surged powerfully inside as a jolt ran through it. It wasn’t a real contraction, he’d had fake ones that lasted for weeks-months, even, before he actually went into labour. He brought his other hand up, rubbing his stomach as it softened again.
“Jesus,” he groaned, leaning against the wall again.
Part two