A/N: I read a fanfiction story a few days ago and it inspired me to write this. Please review and let me know what you think.
Let Me Love You
Dean slammed the Impala's trunk shut quickly turning to Sam. "Did you get everything?"
Sam gave a quick nod, "Yeah,"
Dean frowned, "And the spell?" Sam shook a piece a paper at him.
Dean knew that he was probably over thinking things but this felt anything but their standard job. This witch had been elusive and troublesome from the start but then all of the sudden it because extremely easy for them to track her, so much that it seemed they were walking right into a trap.
They had secured the location and split up to gain the element of surprise. He had just finished marking some sigils when he heard an earsplitting scream. Shit, Sammy.
He ran over, jumping over logs and rubble to get to where Sammy was writhing on the floor. He knelt over him and swiftly scanned him for injuries but couldn't find any. He looked up and glared at the smirking witch in front of them. She would have been attractive but for the soulless look in her eyes.
"Big brother to the rescue, huh, Dean?"
"Shut up you hag! What did you do to him?"
He clutched Sammy who was having some sort of seizure. Fuck. He gave little shushing noises hoping to comfort his brother.
"Oh Dean, always quick to protect your brother. I'm not the first to notice. We all know that he's your weakness." She looked at Sam in an almost predatory stare. Dean maneuvered himself to shield Sam as best as he could, to keep her eyes off his baby brother.
He started chanting the spell, hoping that he'd be able to finish and banish her before she could attack them. He figured if she was gone, Sammy might be released by whatever goddamn spell was causing him so much pain.
Dean got two lines out before he was knocked back, effectively silencing him. He struggled to get back to Sam who's screams had doubled octave before insidiously silencing. The absolute quiet after such a noise immediately gave Dean chills.
She laughed. "Oh baby, the funs about to begin. You should get going, wouldn't want to cause a scene." And as quickly as she appeared, she disappeared leaving no trace behind. He was about to question it when, "Dean?" came the gasping rough voice to his left.
Dean immediately went to Sam's side who seemed to be coming out of some trance. He was barely coherent but at least he seemed without pain. He was still shifting as though uncomfortable. "Sammy? The witch is gone. What did she do? What are you feeling? Come on let's get out of here we can find her later."
Sam was breathing too quickly, "It's…Dean…I feel so hot, too hot, want….oh god, she said 'Te lo ricorderai. Mia anima gemella, do il mio cuore e il mio corpo. Dammi ciò che è mio.'"
Dean understood very little of it. "Sam is that Italian? Come on Sammy what does it mean?"
Sam seemed to be barely able to keep lucid but responded. "You will remember this. My soulmate I give my heart and body. Give me what's mine"
Hmm, Dean definitely didn't like that. Sam was started to disrobe and his eyes widened in shock. "What the heck Sam?! What are you doing?"
"Need these off Dean...It's so hot...I need...Big brother...please." He launched himself at Dean and he of course caught him. He wasn't prepared however to his little brother writhing and rubbing his body, and the moans that came out of Sam were beyond wanton. Fuck, this spell must be a lust spell of some kind. Double fuck. He had to get Sam back to their motel room. He felt small licks and bites on his neck and gave a small moan before he almost shoved Sam off of him. "Dammit Sammy. Get in the car. Let's go." A large whimper accompanied a small sniffle. His eyes widdened in disbelief but his brotherly insticts were now on overdrive, it has been a long time since he's made his brother cry and like hell it was going to happen over a witch's spell.
He tugged Sammy to him, ignoring the way the taller man tried to make himself smaller, and began to cart his fingers through the long locks calming him down. "Sorry Sammy."
"Dean...I need you...I'm so hot...so empty." He sucked on his right earlobe, whispering, "need my big brother to take care of me, fuck me so good...ugh...so deep...I take your seed." Dean never thought he'd hear something so wanton coming out of his usually controlled brother but here he was, standing in the woods with his horny spell laced brother who wanted his cock.
He all but dragged him to the Impala, shoving him in the door and putting the seatbelt on him. He then ran to the driver's side and soon they were leaving the woods behind them. Dean had a hard time focusing on the road as Sam wasted no opportunity to reach out and palm Dean's cock through his jeans. Perhaps he should have put Sam in the back, but part of him worried if Sam wasn't in his immediate vicinity. Damn. He felt guilty. It was his job to protect his little brother and now he felt blood rushing and filling his cock for him. What was he going to do? "We have to call Bobby Sam, he'll know what to do to undo this." He fliped open his phone and dialed, hoping to God he'd answer. He did. Dean wasted no time in explaining the situation. Bobby was a nonjudgemental but apologetic when he informed Dean that there was no way to 'undo' it. They had to fulfill the requirement.
Sammy had to be fucked, loved, and breeded by his soulmate. His fucking soulmate. He had immediately thought to Jessica, and wishing that she'd still be around but Bobby was quick to point out she probably hadn't been fully his as he'd never been completely honest with her. Dean had been shocked when Bobby bluntly told him, "You, you idgit, you're his soulmate. You've love him, you've taken care of him, been his protector, and now you're going to complete this."
Dean was still trying to understand how he, Dean Winchester, was going to have to fuck his little brother, as many times as he needed in order to knock him up. If he didn't Sammy was going to continue burning up, would soon go into a fevered coma and if the requirement was still not met, he'd die. Judging by how hot Sam's hands were they were running out of time. Bobby had hung up after letting him know he'd help them in banishing the witch after passed this obstacle.
When they reached the motel, Dean scrambled out of the car and ran to the passenger's side. Sam was sweating and his eyes were rapidly moving. "Dean..." He tried to throw off his shirt having lost his jack in the car but Dean stopped him grabbing both hands and giving him a chaste kiss, startling at the softness of his brother's lips. He tugged at Sam's bottom lip and sucked, enjoying the breathy moan. He pulled back, surprised at his own actions and giving Sam a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Shh, Sammy. We're going to go inside." He used both hands to tug him closer, "And then I'll give you what you need baby."
"Promise...you'll give it to me whenever I want it...keep me full."
"All that and more, little brother." They made it past the parking lot without incident but as they entered the lobby the cute blond receptionist – Cindy, who had flirted with Dean last night made to say something suggestive. Sam took offense and wrapped his arms around Dean from behind, sucking Dean's neck in a way that was sure to leave a mark, and palming Dean through his jeans. Dean barely heard the gasp of surprise coming from her as he unconsciously leaned back and lost himself in the feelings coursing through him. A growl left Sam which did make him more lucid. "Shit, sorry." He apologized to the confused and scared receptionist then looked to Sam. "Sammy, come on. She doesn't mean anything to me. Nothing."
"Mine! My seed."
"All I have is for you, love. You're the only one who'll have it baby."
He somehow got Sam to move and soon they were inside their hotel room. In a flash Sam had removed every article of clothing. He laid down on one of the beds and open his legs invitingly. He thrusting up moaning and groaning, wanting to be filled, wanting what Dean had.
He slowly removed his clothes. Salvoring how eager Sam looked, how he tracked his every move. He grabbed the lube and a row of condoms before getting on the bed. The condoms were immediately yanked away from him and tossed on the otherside of the room. "No barriers. I want your seed." He'd never been with someone without condoms but this was his baby brother, this was Sammy. He trusted his Sammy. He was generous with the lube not wanted to hurt him at all. This was it. No turning back. When they had left their hotel room earlier that day he had not invisioned this at all.
He felt a large warm hand on his cock and groaned, giving in. Sam tugged his cock and fed it to his greedy opening. The first sensation was warmth, tight, slick, right. He slammed home, bottoming out and hiting Sam's special spot immediately. He pounded into his baby brother relentlessly, all guilt and reluctance temporarily gone. All he wanted was to continue to make his Sammy scream in ecstasy. Rough hard, he both felt and heard his brother come, he continued fucking him.
"Dean...yes! Give it to me...so fucking good. Need your seed. Give it to me. I"ll be good for you Dean. So good."
Dean felt his climax drawing near but wanted to push Sam over one more time. He did. "YES!"
Dean was almost worried at how frantic and desperate Sam sounded but oh it felt incredible to have his tight body clench around his throbbing cock. He finally exploded, his pulsating cock breeding his baby brother. "Here it comes Sammy. Take it...fucking take it."
He clutched Sam close, reluctant to let him go, still sporatically cuming in him. When he did pull out he used his fingers to push in some of the leaking seed.
Dean was thrown on his back and Sam clambered on top of him pushing him back inside. They were both beyond sensitive but he knew that Sam needed him, and a greedy selfish part of him acknowledged that he might never have another night like this with Sam. Sure he'd give him a child and that would always tie them together but he wasn't sure how Sam would respond to him after the heat left him. Would he feel assaulted? Raped? Would he even want to be in the same room as Dean?
By their third round Dean was sure this was going to kill him. He had nothing else to give. Sam was currently snuggled into him resting for those short few minutes before heat would once again overwhelm them. But this time it didn't come.
Sam let out a content sigh. He slowly opened his eyes and placed Dean's hand on his stomach. Dean gave a shaky breath. "Sammy"
"We did it Dean. I feel it." He gave Dean his puppy dog eyes, "Are you angry at me?"
Dean was beyond shocked. He maneauvered them so he could look at his brother's eyes. "Why would you say that?"
"It's my fault the witch cast the spell. You were forced to have sex with me and even worse you had no choice but to impregnate me." Soft tears started coming and Dean couldn't stand it.
"Listen Sammy. I love you. I would do anything for you. Baby I wouldn't have let you be touched by some asshole. My job to protect you."
"I'm pretty sure it didn't say fuck a baby into him in your big brother job description."
"It's not all inclusive." Dean gave him a smirk. Then he became serious. "Tell me what you want Sammy and I'll try my best."
Sam looked at him with wide eyes, leaning into him more heavily. "What do you mean?"
"I mean do you want me to go back to just being your brother. I'd help raise the kid but as a loving uncle. Or..."
Sam hesitated and his pause was causing Dean to sweat, but the small flicker to his lips gave him hope that Sam still desired him, and in this weirdass situation that gave him relief.
When Sam looked down, he made sure to gently tug him up, he needed to see Sam's face when they had this conversation. "I...god Dean, you're going to think that I'm crazy..."
If they were having anything but this convesation Dean would have already cracked a joke but no, "Sammy I need to hear it."
"I want us to start an actual relationship Dean."
"More specific Sammy" he crowded his brother's space, leaving a breath of room between them. "What does that look like?"
A small whimper and a harder clutch on his hand. "Dean you ass. It means you love me, you and I take care of our baby, you and I have more chickflick moments, we just..."
Dean's heart tightened. He leaned forward and took Sam's lips. He put everything into that kiss. Soft and lingering. When they broke apart he took a deep breath. "Our baby Sammy. Our life. Our relationship."
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Dean stood by the crib smiling as he listened to the coos and giggles coming from his son, Nicolas. He leaned over and his boy got even more excited, his little feet kicking out.
"Shh Nico, it's time for bed. Papa and Daddy are trying to sleep." He ran a comforting hand on his little man's stomach. Sam was lying down, probably cuddling one of Dean's pillows by now. He wanted to join his lover back into their inviting bed but he heard Nico and came to see what was happening. Well, he technically sprang to his feet and rushed into the nursery in blind panic, but he was a new dad after all.
The walls had been painted in a beautiful navy color, with black sigils covering most of it, warding the room and it's inhabitant from anything that could want to cause harm. He thought Sam would have believed it was over the top but he was surprised when his brother had just nodded and let Dean put up anything he wanted.
This house was theirs, Dean still helped out with certain cases if Bobby needed help, and mostly he assisted Sam with research that helped other hunters. Bobby was amazing once they had reached him. They had killed the witch that had spelled Sam and then he helped Dean set up a garage nearby. It wasn't like their lives were but it was better.
Once little Nicolas had found sleep he triple check all entrances then made his way to their bedroom. True enough, Sam had curled around one of Dean's pillow, but he wasn't fully asleep as those little thrusts and moans signaled.
Dean yanked the pillow out of his hands and tossed it aside. His brother's eyes scanned his body landing to the only article of clothing on him; his boxers. Seeing his lover bite his lips and his eyes darken in desire had him shucking them off and clambering on the bed, making an appreciative noise when he found Sammy naked and still loose from earlier that night. He took his brother's impressive cock and gave him a little attention before laying down for Sam's pleasure. It turns out that while pregnant Sammy loves to be in control. Sam moved quickly for someone who was five months pregnant. Soon he was feeding Dean's cock into himself and fuck, Dean would never get tired of the glorious feeling of being inside his lover.
"So deep Dean. Fuck. "Sam dropped down taking him to the hilt. "Yes! Give it to me!"
Dean's hands traveled all around his love's distended belly, lingering when he felt a few kicks, then moving to clutch his brother's hips, thrusting him down and setting a punishing rhythm. "So good Sammy. So damn tight even after giving me a baby boy. Now you're round with our girl. Fuck, I can't wait until she's out so that I can pump you full of my seed again, get you pregnant again." He loved how Sam moaned his agreement. He thought that Nicolas was it for them, but it turns out that spell the witch hit Sammy with was permanent. While Sam will never die from it, he still is able to get knocked up and they both found they had a kink for that.
Who could blame Dean? His brother was beyond horny while pregnant and was beyond wanton when not. He'd never tire of it. He had brought up condoms for a split second but his brother wasn't haven it. His exact words were, "Like hell Dean. You want your cock in me, then I better feel your cum."
Sam screamed his completion and his tightening forced out Dean's seed. "Fuck baby, here it comes, love." He stayed within his lover for as long as he could as Sam settled on him to sleep. He shifted to spoon his little brother, hand laid possessively on his bulging stomach, and went to sleep himself. The last thought that went through his mind was the hope that all his nights ended the same way.