This is my first ever Mpreg and contains my firstly written sex scene (not counting Right and Wrong because i dont wanna count that as my first sex scene D: [if you've read it you know why]) Anyways i have up to the fifth chapter typed out but i'll set up an updating schedule to keep me on track :3 i'm thinking every weds? what do you guys think? I'm open to any and all suggestions :D So if anyone who reads this has ever written Mpreg before, would you mind sharing any tips? lol i'm gonna need them i know it. So i could have made it shiny for you guys but i dont have much time (i need sleep) so i couldnt D: so i apologize if the quality is a bit suckish. I also apologize in advance, i had my whole time line of events that happened in the show all out of order and you may not notice it but i kinda do so . Now that that's all done i guess i have nothing else to say! Enjoy!~
They were in Illinois, and they had just finished a traditional salt and burn. Dean wasn't letting them stop hunting and it was taking its toll on Sam. There were only so many sleepless nights left in him, and even that number varied depending if a hunt decided to go sour and they ended up getting hurt. Thinking about how tired he'd be and then having to worry about Dean or himself getting hurt, and being too tired to see straight let alone clean themselves up, was driving him up the wall with worry. Sam has had way too many of these nights lately, and he wanted to put his foot down. He wanted to confront Dean and make him deal, but sadly this was Dean's way of dealing and really? Sam didn't think he'd be able to help this time. If he forced himself on Dean, then Dean would merely respond to that by clamming up tighter and forcing themselves into many more hunts. But now? He was going to make sure he got a say in something.
"Dean," even he could hear the 'let's talk' tone in his voice, and he cringed inwardly, but didn't take it back.
"Not now Sam, I think I found us another hunt in Davenport, Iowa. If we leave now we can get there in two days tops." And with that Dean closed the laptop and moved around the room packing up various items lying about.
Sam felt like crying, he was so exasperated at how his brother was acting, but it made his heart hurt because he knew it meant his brother was in pain. And this time, he didn't know how to handle it without making them fight, and he didn't want to fight, not when he knew it might mean Dean storming off and leaving; or him for that matter, because it would only make things much worse. So Sam just stood there, watching as his brother finished packing his bags and handed Sam his, brushing past him and walking out the door. Sam stood for a few more seconds, getting his emotions under control, and with a sigh, he went out and followed Dean to the Impala.
They had been driving for hours, and even Sam was having a hard time staying awake, but Dean showed no signs of stopping, which meant he wasn't going to sleep soon. So Sam blinked his eyes a few times and sat up straighter, making himself stay awake. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Dean monitor his movements, watched the frown deepen on his brother's face, but Sam just moved his gaze back to the fast passing road and ignored him. After several more seconds of silence, Sam heard Dean sigh, and watched as his brother steered them off the freeway. And when they pulled up into a motel parking lot, Sam smiled inwardly, so his brother wouldn't see, and gave himself an imaginary pat on the back for his unintentional victory.
Silently his brother got out of the car, and walked up to the front office. Sam just slumped in his seat, he won, and now he was gonna let the tiredness seep in and consume him. He was already half asleep when his brother walked back out and got back in the car. In his sleepy state Sam momentarily panicked that Dean would just drive back onto the freeway, but then his brother parked again, and shook Sam slightly.
"Come on Sammy, I got us a room." Sam peeked open an eye and felt a ridiculous rush of joy that his brother had called him 'Sammy'. He hadn't done so in days, and he sleepily saw this as a sign. But right now all he did was grunt and barely opening his eyes, he nodded and got out of the car. Dean was way faster than him, by the time Sam got out of the car; Dean was already pulling their bags from the trunk and heading to their room. When he opened the door, they walked in and Sam went straight for the bed, ignoring the fact that there was just one, and throwing himself on it. He wriggled around a little bit, until he found a nice soft spot, and immediately fell asleep.
Dean sat their bags down and turned around, seeing his brother spread out on the bed and snoring lightly. He must have been really tired; Dean felt a rush of guilt sweep through him. He knew he was pushing his brother to his limit, but if Dean allowed them to have a break, even for just a few days, his brother would want to talk. And Dean wanted to do anything but talk, Sam had already tried earlier, and it freaked Dean out. He knew that sooner or later he was going to snap, something would happen or Sam would make him talk. 'Cause the stubborn bastard wouldn't give up; Dean looked down at his baby brother fondly, the only expression he'd worn for awhile. He sighed deeply and sat down by Sam's feet. Feeling the movement, his brother mumbled something and rolled over. Despite himself, Dean smiled and felt the fatigue that had been pushed at bay rush through every vein in his body. He felt his eyes drop, and began working on undressing his sleeping brother. He pulled off his boots and socks, and undid his jeans, ignoring any weird thoughts that flittered into his mind. He pulled them down and pulled his shirt off, slowly and carefully because Sam's eyelids were starting to flutter.
When Sam was down to his underwear, Dean pulled the covers over him. He stared at Sam's sleeping form for a few minutes before going to sit at the small table in the corner. His head fell into his hands and he tried to clear his mind, make it blank and make himself not think. It had worked all the other times, so of course would be the time that it didn't.
He needed a shower, he needed to make himself relax for a second, make himself not think. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it and turning to face himself in the mirror. He stared at his face, how he had purple bags under his eyes, his eyes slightly red, and his face pale, making his freckles stand out. He glared at himself in disgust and turned away, stripping himself of his clothes as he stepped into the shower. He turned the water all the way to the left and stepped in, not even feeling the water as it hit him. He was a statue, just standing there and staring straight ahead at the white of the stall. He closed his eyes, and leaned his forehead against the wall, and soon the darkness swallowed him, and for once, he thought nothing.
He wasn't sure what had wakened him, but he was up now. He turned over and noticed that Dean wasn't in the bed next to him, dread filtered through him and he sat up quickly. He looked around the room and noticed that it was missing one thing: Dean. Then he heard the shower running and he let out a breath, but the sense of dread didn't go away. Slowly he got out of bed and ignoring his state of undress he walked over to the door and knocked.
And knocked.
And knocked.
When no answer came to him, panic swept in and he started to pound on the door.
"Dean, open the door!" he bellowed in panic, no answer came to him, and he knew he would regret it, but he kicked down the door. His foot pounded in agony and he wanted to yell in pain, but he pushed himself through the doorway and flung the shower curtain open. He nearly passed out at the sight.
Dean was curled into a ball and his lips were blue, he was shivering and paler than ever. Eyes widening, Sam grabbed his brother and flinched at the icy feel of his skin, and of the extremely freezing water. He turned the water completely off and hauled Dean out and into the room.
Laying him down in the bed, Sam rushed over to the thermostat and turned the heater on full blast. The room began to warm up almost immediately and he was relieved that for once they found a motel that had working appliances. He ran back to his brother and threw all the blankets on him. He lay down beside him and enveloped Dean in his arms.
He could feel Dean immediately react, his brother sinking in closer to his body heat. Sam started to rub his hand up and down Dean's arms trying to get the blood to flow. He didn't realize he was crying, his heart was clenching painfully and his entire being consumed with the desire to make Dean warm again. He didn't know how long they were lying there, but after awhile Dean's eyes slipped open and he looked around in confusion.
"Sammy? What are- how did I get in the bed?" his brother rambled on confused, and before he could even think about what he was doing Sam kissed him. It was just his lips against his brother's, but he was just so glad that he was ok, so glad that he wasn't going to die.
When his eyes flung open in shock at the realization of what he had done, his hazel eyes met Dean's deep green ones. They stared into each other's eyes for so long, panic running rapidly through Sam, but his brother smiled slightly and tilted his head again, bringing his lips up to Sam's. And it didn't take long for the kiss to get heated. Dean licked Sam's lips, pleading for entrance and Sam let him in. Their tongues intertwined and slid against each other, making Sam whimper. Dean flipped them over, so that he was straddling Sam's waist.
They didn't talk, not once, as Dean's hands roamed over Sam's hard muscled chest. His fingers tweaking Sam's nipples; making him arch up into his touch. Dean broke their kiss with one last sweep of his tongue and lowered himself to take in a hard dusty brown nipple into his mouth. Sam could only gasp as he slid his fingers into Dean's too short brown blonde hair. Dean licked and sucked on it, using his teeth for a few seconds before moving over to the other one.
Moaning now, Sam bucked his hips against Dean's, their erections rubbing up against each other's. Dean moaned and ground his bare cock into Sam's boxer covered one. Eyes rolling into the back of his head, Sam bucked up as his brother ground down. Both moaning and panting, Sam vaguely registered his brother's hand stroking down his stomach. He felt Dean's hand slip into his boxers and grip his weeping cock, and then thought process seemed pretty stupid after that. Barely aware of anything aside from the sure and steady strokes of his brother's callused hand. And then Dean grabbed both their dicks in his hand and stroked twice, leaning down and kissing Sam again, and right as Sam felt his balls tighten, his brother stopped. Whimpering Sam bucked up, trying to get Dean to finish, but Dean just laughed slightly and lowered himself spreading Sam's cheeks.
"What are you- OH GOD!" Sam threw his head back against the pillow as Dean's tongue licked a wet stripe across Sam's puckered hole. It didn't take much for Sam to be writhing and barely restraining himself from shoving his hips down on Dean's face, because really; the things that Dean's tongue was doing should be illegal.
Sam was moaning and whimpering and pleading with Dean. Pleading what though, he wasn't even sure of at that point. Then he felt a finger press up against him alongside his brothers wet pink tongue, and Sam moaned and pushed his hips down. Dean smirked and slowly pushed his invading finger inside his brother. Impatient, Sam started moving his hips slightly, wanting more.
"Dean please, please," he pleaded over and over, until his brother added another finger, then another and at that point Sam was fucking himself on his Dean's fingers.
"Please, Dean, god fuck me already." And Sam opened his eyes he hadn't realized he closed and saw his brother's eyes were wide and dark, barely even a distinguishable color of green, a predator like glint shining brightly in them, as he reached down by the floor and rustled through his bag. When he came back with a bottle of lube, Sam just leant back and watched through half lidded eyes, as his brother slicked his red weeping cock up and motioned for Sam to turn over. Sam didn't need to be told twice, and he quickly flipped himself over and stuck his ass in the air, shame thrown out the window as he moaned wantonly.
Dean's eyes screwed shut at the sight of his brother. He fought the urge to just shoot his load all over his Sam's wide tanned back, and positioned himself behind his brother. He leant forward and placed a kiss between Sam's shoulders, one hand on Sam's hips while the other guided his cock into his brother, slowly slipping in.
Sam gasped and his head fell forward as he felt his brother's cock slide inside him, he could feel his muscles stretching to accommodate his brother's length, and it felt so damn good. After a few seconds he decided that Dean was going way to slow, s he moved his hips backwards, sliding down the rest of Dean's cock, causing the both of them to moan in unison. Dean's hands tightened and he vaguely thought about bruises while he tried not to thrust back, trying to let Sam adjust. But Sam had other ideas, and he started to move himself up and down Dean's dick drawing a growl from his brother as Sam's face was pushed into the pillow and his brother let loose. Thrusting into Sam like his life depended on it, and when he hit that bundle of nerves Sam let out a cry and started matching Dean thrust for thrust.
Sam was pretty sure the things he was moaning weren't words, but they spilled out of his mouth and he couldn't have cared less. Because who cared if 'Uhn!- Ngyah!' wasn't a word? Dean apparently cared, though. He loved that he could make Sam unravel like that, and deliberately hit his brother's prostate head on, until Sam was moaning and muttering and trying to hump the mattress to get friction on his abandoned dick. But when Dean reached a hand around and pinched one of Sam's nipples, Sam cried out, jerking and moaning as he came all over the sheet, coating it in white ribbons. And Dean felt Sam's inner walls tighten and it only took a few more thrusts before he was moaning Sam's name and spilling into his brother.
Dean didn't know how long they stood in that position, Dean's soft cock still lodged deep in Sam, both of them panting, trying to catch their breath. But somehow, Dean slipped slowly out of his brother and lay down next to him. When they were both breathing normally and their hearts slowed down, and Dean started to come down from his orgasmic high, he realized what he just did.
Shitshitshitshit- What the HELL did I just do?; kept repeating over and over in Dean's head, a panicked mantra.
Sam though, didn't seem to be freaking out about the fact that his big brother had just finished screwing his brains out not even a few minutes ago. He just curled his large tanned body into Dean's and nuzzled his head into the crook of big brother's neck.
"Love you Dean." Sam muttered sleepily, and Dean could feel his gaze softening already.
"Love you too, Sammy." he whispered. He could freak out in the morning because right now he just wanted to feel Sam's warm body in his arms and sleep. So he let his eyes close, and laid his head lightly on Sam's, his brother's too long hair tickling his cheek. And he fell asleep listening to Sam's steady breathing, and loudly thumping heart.
So what do you guys think? Did you like it? love it? or not really like it D:? Review please! i know everyone says it but it helps to know what you guys think! 3