Precious Gift

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out. This chapter was inspired by Game of Thrones :)

Sam's native language is in italics.

Warnings: Slash Sam/Dean, and future mpreg

I do not own anything!

"I part my legs," Dean repeated in the Dragon language.

Bobby and Adam glanced at one another; both trying to hide the smiles on their faces from their queen.

"No Rānī," the slave responded.

Dean had a questioning look on his face. "What did I say?" he asked in the Common Tongue.

Bobby cleared his throat and glanced at the slave beside him. The oldest of the three was not going to repeat that.

The young man turned back to the blond "You said, 'I part my legs' Rānī," Adam stated.

A blush appeared on the queen's cheeks. What he said was only true when he was alone with Sammy.

"What is it again?" he asked.

For the last month, Bobby and Adam had been teaching Dean the native Dragon language. Dean wanted to be able to speak it like his first language.

Bobby repeated what they were trying to teach their new spoke again in the Dragon language, "I saddle my horse."

A proud smile appeared on Bobby and Adam's faces.

"Very good Rānī," the youngest of the three proudly congratulated.

A fond smile appeared on the green-eyed male's lips. He was finally starting to get a handle on Sam's native language.

Before they could go on to the next lesson, the three men were interrupted with a guest. Ellen walked into the tent with a young blond, who looked strikingly like her, follow her in.

"Ellen," Bobby greeted with a smile that Dean had never seen before on the man.

Ellen returned the smile and softly kissed the older male's cheek. It was then that the queen realized the two were mates. According to Bobby, the Rājā is the only member of the Clan to have a formal ceremony. The rest of the clan keeps things more private and personal.

Ellen turned her attentions back to the queen. "How you feeling Rānī?" she asked as she placed a hand on his lower stomach.

Dean glanced down at her hand where his baby was growing inside him. It took him a few days to handle the news; he would not even let Sam anywhere near him. But then it hit Dean one day. He has life growing inside him. How amazing is that? He was going to be a mother. And all the ill feelings he had about being pregnant vanished.

"Fine," he answered, "Except that I can't keep anything down most of the time."

Ellen let out a laugh. "That normal. When I was pregnant, I was sick for half day the first month," she responded.

Dean paled. He hoped he was not going to experience that.

Seeing the fear in her queen's eyes, Ellen grabbed his shoulder and replied, "Everyone is different Rānī. But do not worry, I here to help you." The green-eyed male nodded his head.

"Thank you," he spoke.

Dean turned his attentions to the young woman who stood behind his mid-wife. The young woman's attentions were not on him though, but rather the younger man beside him. Seeing the blond man turn his attention away from her, Ellen cursed herself for not doing this earlier and introduced her guest.

"Apology Rānī," she corrected herself, "This my daughter, Jo."

Jo glanced at her queen and smiled in greeting. Dean returned the smile with one of his own. Once she acknowledged her queen, Jo returned her focus back to the slave.

"Adam," she greeted with a shy smile.

A heavy blush appeared on the slave's cheeks. His hazel-eyes lowered to the floor in embarrassment. Bobby let out a chuckle while Dean looked on in confusion. A blush formed on Jo's cheeks as well, but she continued to smile at the slave. Ellen rolled her eyes at her daughter and turned to her mate. Seeing the look his lover was giving him, Bobby merely shrugged his shoulders. Dean studied the scene before him. Adam was acting like he had a crush on the young blond. And Jo seemed to act the same way. It then clicked with the Rānī.

"We leave now," Ellen spoke in broken Common Tongue.

Dean nodded his head. He had grown accustomed to Ellen's limited skills with the Common Tongue since she became his mid-wife. And now he wanted to find Sammy soon. Ellen turned around and headed out of the tent with Jo following her. But Jo glanced back at Adam one more time with a smile on her pink lips before taking her leave as well. Bobby shook his head and muttered something underneath his breath. Dean could only pick up 'damn daughters' from it.

Dean then glanced at the other man beside him. "You like her don't you?" the blond asked.

The raging blush was all the answer Dean needed.

Adam cleared his throat. "I never…" he stopped before trying again once more, "I have never been with a woman."

The queen licked his lips. "Well go learn," he ordered as he pointed to the door.

The slave looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Go!" Dean ordered once more.

Adam smiled. The queen was becoming more and more of a friend to him.

"Thank you," he softly whispered before running after Jo.

Dean smiled and nodded his head. It was great to be in love.

Grateful for the moment alone with his husband's advisor, the queen placed both hands on his flat stomach. It was only a matter of time before his stomach would be rounded with child. But he needed some answers first.

"Bobby can I ask you something?" he nervously asked without looking at the other man.

The older of the two moved so he was sitting in front of his queen. "What is it?" he responded. Dean continued to glance at his hands on his belly.

"Why me?" he finally questioned out loud.

Bobby looked at the younger man with confusion. What in the world was he talking about? "What do you mean?" Bobby asked for clarification.

The green-eyed male bit his bottom lip. "Why did Sam choose me? Why not a woman from his own clan?" he clarified.

The elder leaned back. He knew this question would come one day.

"I know I was a gift from my brother, but Sam did not have to accept me," the blond added.

Bobby cleared his throat. "Let me tell you a story," he began.

Dean waited patiently for the other man to continue. He was not going to interrupt him. After all, he was finally going to get some answers.

"A Rājā leads the Clan. But every Rājā needs a Rānī at his side. And there was one woman who had caught our new Rājā's eye. And he knew he had to have her," Bobby began to explain.

Dean frowned. So there was someone else. Maybe Sam did not love him after all.

Without noticing the queen's distress, Bobby continued, "Her name was Ruby. She was quick with a horse, and even faster with her tongue. She came from a long line of warriors that served the dragons well."

The queen's frown deepened. This Ruby person sounded like the perfect Rānī. What the hell was Sam doing with Dean then?

"How come she is not at Sam's side?" the younger male asked.

The grey-eyed man took a deep breath. "He had asked her to be his Rānī," he continued on.

Dean closed his eyes. He would blame the tears in his eyes were caused by his pregnancy.

"As you know from experience that the future Rānī must be untouched for the Rājā," Bobby explained with an uncomfortable grunt, "A week before the ceremony was supposed to take place, Sam returned early from a meeting with that disgusting cannibal Dick, the Leviathans' ruler, when he caught Ruby with another man."

The blond licked his lips. He truly felt bad for Sam. It must have been heartbreaking for him. The queen knew from experience how that felt. He loved Lisa, but she would rather be a queen than be with him.

"Sam has both of them killed in front of the whole clan," Bobby concluded his story of Ruby.

"So I understand Ruby, but it does not explain why Sammy settled with me," Dean spoke in an exasperated voice.

The older man raised an eyebrow at the nickname for his king. That was certainly a new one.

"You are just like your mother you know," the warrior stated.

The green-eyed male's eyes widened. Did he hear the other man right? "What?" he muttered.

Bobby nodded his head. He replied, "I visited the Phoenix Tribe before many years ago. I met both of your parents."

Dean did not know what to think about that.

"You were too young to remember. Your mother was expecting then," Bobby added.

The queen was still in shock. He could not believe that the other man actually knew his parents. Bobby leaned forward in his seat. "But more importantly, did your mother ever tell you about her people?" he asked.

The blond took a minute to think. "She told me ghost stories and about the Great Wolf who brought them together under the full moon," he answered.

The warrior rubbed his beard. "She never told you about dominants and submissives?" he continued to question.

Dean shook his head no.

Bobby took his deep breath before explaining, "In the Wolf Pack, people are born either dominant or submissive. A dominant always mated with a submissive who is the one who provides a family. Your mother was a submissive, and it runs through your veins."

Dean took a moment to let it all sink in. "So that's why Sam picked me, and why I'm like this," he responded and pointed to his belly.

Bobby nodded his head. "Partly. Sam never really had a preference for male or female. He did not care as long as he could stick his dick in. But the mating ceremony is the reason you are carrying his heir," he began to explain.

Dean nodded his head through the other man's explanation. It did not make the blond feel bad that he was the one that Sam settled for. But what did the mating ceremony have anything to do with the pregnancy? "How come?" he asked.

"That ceremony was more than declaring you two married," the aging man continued, "It was a ritual for Sam to receive his knot as all Rājās receive when they claim their Rānī. With a knot, a Rājā will impregnate his willing Rānī no matter what."

Everything seemed logical to the queen, but he still hoped that Sam still wants to be with him because of love. Thought hate they started a relationship for Dean; he managed to fall in love with husband. He loved Sam more than he loved anyone else.

"If that is all Rānī, I must go. Tomorrow we make our journey back to the Shadow Lands," Bobby spoke as he stood up.

Dean knew the Shadow Lands was the birth place of the Dragon Clan, but why were they heading back now?

"Why?" he asked.

Bobby answered, "No future Rājā will be born in any other land."

Dean nodded his two bid farewell before Bobby took his leave. Dean wanted a little alone time. He understood his husband better, but did Sam love him? With a purpose in mind, Dean headed out of the tent as well.

Sam silently walked around the camp. His thoughts were on his Rānī who now carries his child. The proud warrior was ecstatic that he now had an heir; that they has created a child together. Though Dean's initial reactions to the news still enraged the Rājā. Dean refused to even see Sam out first. But what did expect? It is part of his duty as the Rānī to carry the heir. Sam stopped walking and took a deep breath. He would stop this train of thought. Last night, Dean had stopped his foolishness and allowed his husband to touch him and share the same bed. It was an improvement. Sam refused to admit to himself that he cared about his Rānī greatly. He might care about Dean so much that Sam might be in love with him.

Ever since the first time he laid eyes on his future queen, Sam felt a powerful connection and attraction. It was one of the reasons he accepted the precious gift in the first place. Ever since Ruby, Sam has not felt that way to any member of his own clan. But Dean ignited that spark in him. It was Dean who gave everything to the hazel-eyed ruler. And now he has given Sam another gift, a child. Yes, Dean was most precious to Sam.

Dean found his husband sitting in a chair and watching the crowd in front of him. Taking a deep breath, the blond walked toward the proud and powerful warrior.

"Sammy," Dean greeted with a smile on his face.

Sam looked at his lover and smiled as well. He opened his arms in invitation. Dean's smile widened, and he took his husband's offer. The blond wrapped his arms around the other man's neck and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"Hi," the shorter male whispered lovingly.

The hazel-eyed ruler grabbed the other man's hips and shifted him onto his lap.

Sam placed another soft kiss and whispered back onto pouty lips, "Hi."

Dean took a moment to look into his husband's eyes before bringing their lips together once more. The former prince of the Phoenix Tribe had no regrets for falling in love with the Rājā of the Dragon Clan. And now he carries inside him the testament of his love for Sam; it was something Dean will always thank the gods for.

Their lips remained locked together in desire before they broke apart for some air. Sam smiled softly at his queen as he moved one hand from Dean's hip to his lower stomach.

"Have you seen Ellen yet?" the king asked worriedly.

Nothing was going to happen to this baby; Sam was going to protect him and his mother with everything he had.

Dean rolled his eyes and replied, "Yes, she came by to see me earlier."

Sam raised an eyebrow at the half answer. "And…" he responded.

The queen shrugged his shoulders. "Everything is fine Sammy," he answered with a laugh.

Sam nodded his head and smiled as he rubbed his lover's belly. He could not wait until Dean was swollen with child. Then everyone will see the proof that Dean belonged to him and only him.

"Our son will grow strong," Sam stated as he continued to rub Dean's belly and gripped his hip tightly.

The corner of the green-eyed male's lips tugged into a half smile.

"You're so sure it's going to be a boy," he responded, "it could always be a girl you know."

The hazel-eyed warrior huffed and rolled his eyes.

"No Rājā's firstborn is a girl. It's going to be a boy," he replied.

Dean's eyes narrowed. What was wrong with having a baby girl?

"Well I think our baby is going to be a girl," he countered.

The Rājā's eyes narrowed as well. Why was his queen being difficult? Of course the baby is going to be a boy. He will be the next great warrior to lead the people of the Dragon. There was not a question involved.

"No, it will be a boy," Sam angrily responded.

Dean immediately shot back, "No, a girl!"

Sam countered, "A boy!"

The two glared at one another for a long moment. Dean gripped his husband's shoulders so tightly that welts were created from pressing fingernails. But Sam did not even seem to notice. He kept all his attention focused on the emerald eyes of the man straddling his lap.

"How about we make this into a wager Dean?" the Rājā suggested.

Dean thought about it for a moment. It will be sweet victory when Sam sees that the baby is a girl after all. Oh Sam is going to be eating his words when their child is born.

"You're on Sammy," the Rānī agreed.

Sam smirked. His queen was going to lose. And it will be such sweet victory to see his lover's face when their son is born. Dean is going to lose plain and simple.

Dean licked his lips. He was starting to feel the need to have Sam fill him up so completely one more. Hazel eyes had locked on to the blonde's tongue. Sam was wanting to be inside his Rānī once again. Their lips met once more with more passion than the last time. The green-eyed male had pushed himself closer to the taller man who could give him what he needed. The king gripped the submissive male's hips so tight; it was bound to leave bruises as he dominated the kiss. Dean moaned like a whore for it. But lately that was the way he was feeling. He loved the things Sam did to his body. Gods, it was mind blowing.

"Sammy," the blond moaned when their lips broke away.

"Disgusting," a voice sneered.

The Dragon King's eyes hardened in a glare as he turned his gaze from his responsive queen to whoever was stupid enough to interrupt them. Sam's lips formed into an annoyed scowl when he recognized the intruder. It was Gordon. The same Gordon Sam was having problems with the last few months. Before this moment, the adoptive member of the Clan merely annoyed the Rājā, but now Gordon officially pissed him off. Dean had turned his head as well to see who had ruined his moment with his husband.

Gordon's eyes narrowed even further when he spotted the green eyes of his supposed queen focused on him. There was no way Gordon was going to accept this relationship and ever bow down to it.

"Look at you," he spoke to Dean, "you are supposed to be a man, not a passive weak woman. Women are supposed to moan and beg for a cock to fill them, never a man. It's unnatural and disgusting. You are even lesser than the female slaves that are meant to fulfill an urge and be discarded when that's done."

Before Dean even knew it, Sam had pushed him off and onto his feet. Rage burned in hazel eyes as he stomped toward the idiotic traitor. Gordon remained solid and headstrong. He would meet the shell of his king. The darker male was merely speaking his mind which was the truth in his eyes. Dean watched on in silent fury. He refused to be spoken to like that anymore.

When Sam reached the fool that dared called himself a member of the Dragon Clan, he went straight for the braid that was unique to the Clan.

"You are unworthy of this," the powerful ruler spoke before cutting off the braid with a knife that was tucked away in his boot.

Everyone watched the hair fall to the ground before eyes locked into a heated stare once more.

"It does not matter," Gordon responded to the significance of the action, "it only gives me the power to speak my mind and say what needs to be said."

Sam's form towered over the other man in an intimidating stance. "And what would that be?" the king demanded an answer.

Gordon appeared immune to the tactics his king used to scare him. Answering, Gordon spoke, "You aren't the king you used to be. Ever since you married that worthless whore, you lost your greatness. You should have married a woman like Ruby. A woman from our own Clan and not some stranger; a woman who is worthy of being the Rānī."

Sam threw the darker male into the wall of the stables with a choke hold. The air was sucked out of Gordon's lungs and his feet dangled a few inches above the dirt. Sam squeezed and squeezed the neck of the traitor. He wanted to the life being sucked out of the fool. Suddenly a throwing blade blurred past beside the Rājā's face. The knife has hit its target. Sam looked at the now dead man in his choke hold. The knife was lodged in Gordon's forehead between his eyes. The king dropped the dead man without a care and turned around. He was curious to know who had killed the idiot. Hazel eyes widened at the answer. He watched as Dean lowered his throwing arm to his side, and green eyes locked onto hazel ones. It was Dean; Dean was the one who killed Gordon. Other members of the Dragon Clan, who had watched everything, looked at the Rānī in disbelief. This was certainly unexpected. No one thought the queen was capable of such actions. Sam felt himself harden in his pants at the very thought. This whole new side of his queen was a welcome one.

A blush formed on Dean's freckled cheeks as he stared at his husband.

"How?" Sam asked as he closed the distance between himself and his lover.

The queen's eyes lowered to the ground shyly as he answered, "My mother. She taught me that I should solve my problems without violence, but I should be able to defend myself."

The king softly placed hand on the other man's cheek. Dean had no idea how much he proved himself to all of the Dragon Clan.

The blonde's jade eyes looked up to his husband. Sam lowered his face to brush his lips against the shorter man's lips. Dean kissed back and placed his hands on the taller man's shoulders. The Rājā pushed their bodies together so there was no space between them. It seemed like the two of them were made for each other; their bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle. Sam felt a hesitant tongue lick at his lips. He opened his mouth, and Dean tasted his husband's moist cavern. The king's hands traveled up and down his lover's sides and back. Curse it, but he truly cared so deeply for his queen. He had ever since he laid eyes on him.

Dean moaned into the hazel-eyed male's mouth when rough hands squeezed his ass. He remembered the burning need to be filled before they were so rudely interrupted.

"Sam," the blond breathed.

Sam opened his eyes. He did not even realize he had closed them. What was his Rānī doing to him? He had never needed anyone so badly before. And it was more than just physical pleasure. Dean was becoming Sam's everything.

Dean felt arms tug his inner thighs at the same time as teeth lightly bit his bottom lip. With a groan, he allowed those strong hands to lift him up, and he wrapped his legs around the taller man's thin hips. A part of the blond was highly turned on by the fact that his husband could easily manhandle him. Dean's arms squeezed the brunette's shoulders when Sam's tongue thrusted into his mouth. Dean really liked being dominated.

Sam felt his queen shudder in his arms. He smirked in the kiss. The Rājā liked it when his lover was putty in his hands. He felt Dean's erection rubbing against his belly, and he knew Dean would be feeling his own hard cock poking his inner thigh.

"Dean," he breathed against the blonde's pouty, kiss-swollen lips.

The sultry look in his lover's eyes was all Sam needed. He slammed Dean against the very same wall Gordon had been and crushed their lips together in a bruising kiss. The green-eyed male let out a needy mewl. What was taking Sammy so long?

Finally the brunette took action and ripped the robe that covered his lover's body. Dean let out a happy little moan as Sam's fingers circled his hole. They were finally getting somewhere. The hazel-eyed ruler's fingers were swift. They were quick and focused more on stretching Dean rather than giving him pleasure, but Dean was ok with that. He wanted Sam's knot inside of him so badly. Sam added a third finger inside his Rānī, and scissored his fingers. The submissive man's head rolled back with a groan. The warrior licked his lips at the sight. He was tired of the wait; he needed to be inside his queen now.

Sam pulled himself out of his pants and impaled his lover in one hard shove. Dean screamed at being suddenly so full and the Rājā gave him a moment to adjust before lifting Dean up and dropping him back down. Each time the blond was impaled on his husband's thick cock, his sweet spot was hit dead on. He could not keep the needy, pleasure-filled moans in even if he tried. White danced behind the queen's eyes, and his finger nails dug into Sam's shoulders so tightly, he broke skin. Gods, Dean loved the fact that he had no control; all his pleasure was in Sam's hands. Dean was not going to last; his senses gone into over drive.

The Rājā felt his Rānī clench tightly around him as he came. Dean had closed his eyes and moaned 'Sammy' as come splattered both men's chests. His breathing was heavy as he came down from his high, and Dean was pliant in Sam's arms. Feeling Dean's consent for Sam to use him to seek his own release, Sam fucked Dean in earnest. And Dean just moaned as he went along for the ride. It did not take long for Sam's knot to fill and push inside Dean's stretched hole. A content smile appeared on the green-eyed male's lips as he felt his husband's seed fill him. For once in his life, Dean was happy, and it was all thanks to his husband, Sammy, who he would have never thought he fall in love with. And for the Rājā, everything was perfect; he had a queen who was amazing and a child on the way. What more could he ask for?

A/N: Well what did you think? So do you think their baby is going to be a boy or a girl? Is this the end of the challenges Dean and Sam will face?

Sorry this took me so long to get out. I was house sitting for my brother, and it took me a couple tries to get this chapter right (though I'm still not happy with the way it came out).

Thanks for all the reviews so far, I really appreciate them :)

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