Spn_Meme: Kink-Mpreg: Consort Of the Boy King 9/?

Author's Note 1:This entry is a response for the prompt made over at the Spn_hardcore meme. Please see previous chapters for the prompt and warnings.

Author's Note 2: Okie dokie, my lovlies! I am back and I have prezzies! I have an rare opportunity to sit down and write again for a few days and I, knowing they were coming, had been thinking about this story and a few others quite a bit! The time has come and I have gotten some work done with my writing and I am happy to say that I FINALLY have more fic for you to read! I thank each and every one of you that have stuck with me and gently nudged me and encouraged me to write again. From the bottom of my heart, thank you! I hope you are able to enjoy what I have written for you.

As always, this is not for profit, I do not own any characters or ideas from the show, I have merely created my own little world in which they are visiting. I'll give them back, Kripke…eventually…maybe…

Chapter Nine:

Gifts That Keep On Giving…

Dean had brooded in the bathroom for quite some time before slinking out. Once he saw that Sam was home he sagged visibly and turned away, heading into the bedroom and pulling the door closed behind him without ever even looking directly at Sam. Sam was still a bit hurt by the outburst that Veran had told him about but he didn't want to fight with Dean and overwhelm and stress him out even more, so he let his brother slink away without comment. Sam felt his brother's absence deeply and he was hard pressed not to go after Dean and either make him come out and sit with him or go into the room to be with him. He sat, not really mindful of what was playing on the TV, thoughts swirling through his head on a multitude of topics, but ultimately, Dean was his main focus. Sam sighed deeply and decided that the couple of hours he'd given his brother after he had slunk off was all the older man was going to get for the night. He missed Dean and he wanted to be near him so, he made himself a mental list of all he would need to do the next day, including the special pit stop he needed to make and then, he grabbed a quick snack and a glass of water then cleaned up the area and headed off to the bedroom to be with his brother.

Dean was curled up tight, which was a departure from they way he had slept throughout most of his life but which had become his normal sleeping position as of late. The bed was massive, hand-picked by himself of course, and he and Dean could stretch out on it and still have room, but Dean didn't take advantage of the space he now had access to that they had never had when they were living out of motel rooms and crappy, cramped apartments growing up. So, although Dean's new sleeping position confused him, he didn't hassle his big brother about it because it was just a pointless little thing that he didn't need to bring up. Dean was a big boy and how he wanted to sleep was his business. Sam stripped down to his boxer briefs and t-shirt and slipped into the comfy, plush bed behind his brother. He sidled in behind his brother's body and slung an arm over his side, his massive palm landing softly on Dean's tummy. He rested his head on the pillow beside his brother's and let himself sink down into comfort, breathing in his brother's familiar and comforting scent.

Dean hadn't been able to get control of his fractured self for a very long time after the priest had left. He had trying to slip back into the mindless, hazy state he usually resided in, but he wasn't having much luck. Seeing that all too familiar trinket had brought such huge, sweeping memories and emotions flooding through him that he got lost in them for a long, long time. They crushed down on him from all sides, all of the good memories that lingered around the pendant were starting to become entangled with new, terrible ones and it was heartbreaking and exhausting as they clashed against each inside himself. Nothing he had known, nothing he had had, nothing he remembered would ever be the same. Everything was colored in a new, darker light, one swirled with pain and terror and utter despair. When Dean had finally managed to crawl out from under the terrible weight of the memories enough to drag himself out of hiding, he came out to find that Sam was home. The crushing weight that he was always under these days seemed to weigh on him all the more tonight and he knew he couldn't bear to be near the monster that had brought this state upon him right now so he drug himself into the bedroom and closed the door after him. He prayed that he wouldn't be followed and have the demon bastard's presence forced on him, and for a while, he was left alone in his misery. The brief respite came to an end, though, seemingly mere moments later, though he could tell from the clock that it actually had been several hours, as Sam came into the room. Dean sank even further into the bed, curling in tighter to himself. He wished he could go somewhere else, anywhere else, but he had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide now. He felt the monster creep in closer, heard it shuffle around as shucked out of its clothes and then it pulled back the covers and crawled in behind him. Dean, already tense and on high alert, tensed even further, wanting nothing more then to crawl away from everything right then, most especially the Boy King, but he wasn't given either the chance, nor the choice as he was suddenly surrounded by long, massive limbs, and the feeling of its breath ghosting over his own ear and throat from behind.

Dean's eyes snapped shut and he couldn't help the hot, helpless tears that slipped from the shackling cages of his lashes. He was holding himself so taut he was almost shaking as he tried to fight the awful memories of that horrid night and of so many times that had followed. He was having a hard time breathing as he tried to endure the unwanted touch of his rapist, so many memories and fears and emotions swarming over him and driving themselves deep inside his body and mind and he knew he was fighting a losing battle to stay in the present. Finally, something switched off in his mind and he tumbled away from everything and into the darkness that seemed to be the only counterpoint to his living nightmare.

Sam had felt Dean's body tense as he slid around him. He had started to rub his hand over Dean's chest and arm to soothe him but he could feel Dean's rapid breathing and he was pretty sure Dean was having an attack or waking nightmare again, so he held on tighter, trying to help his brother through it as best he could. Nightmares seemed to haunt his brother throughout his life. He himself was no stranger to nightmares, and not even talking about the vision nightmares, either, but just ones supplied or bolstered by the lives they'd led. Dean hadn't had them for a while, at least not since he'd had to go back to their old house to work that poltergeist case, then he'd had a small bout of them, but then they'd been gone again. They had come screaming back after their father had died, though Sam had thought they were tapering off again, but then they had returned with a vengeance after the ritual night so, maybe they would be sticking around for a while this time. At least this time, Sam could be there to help his brother through them. God knows what Dean had had to suffer through by himself while he had been at college and their father had been off hunting by himself, leaving Dean behind, yet again… Sam wished with all his heart that he could take away the pain and sadness that gripped his brother during these times, but he couldn't so he did the only thing he could do and offered comfort and shelter until Dean found his way through them on his own.

The next morning, Sam reluctantly slipped from around his brother's limp body, bending to place a kiss on his temple before dragging himself into the bathroom and into the shower. He took his time, enjoying the unending hot water that they had in their suite, so much better then the filthy, luke-warm showers they'd made do with growing up. He never had to worry about using all the hot water again and it was wonderful! Sam grabbed the soap and began lather the rich suds over his body. His fingers swept lower and lower, finally slipping into the trimmed, wiry curls in the cut-in V of muscles that lead to his cock and balls. Sam groaned as he circled and tugged through the patch until he'd made his way to his shaft. He lathered all around the thick length, cupping and stroking over his sack, letting his fingers trail slightly lower to that sensitive skin just behind them, letting his fingers tease and touch and slick over the area for a bit before he finally circled back up to his cock again, taking the half-hard organ in his slick, soapy fist and giving it nice long, slow strokes to bring it more firmly to life. As he stroked the rapidly hardening flesh, he couldn't help but picture his brother in his mind. Dean's lips wrapped around his cock, tongue swirling and teasing at the underside as he swallowed the thick flesh down, his gorgeous eyes peering up into Sam's own as he worked his lover's flesh to completion… Dean, pinned to the mattress as he pounded him through it, bucking and thrusting back into Sam's body as he was pounded into… Dean screaming out as Sam made him come over and over again… Gods, Sam wasn't gonna last long at this rate. He moaned deeply as he pictured the many different ways he couldn't wait to have his brother's body, stroking his cock harder, twisting over the tip to gather the precome and slick up his cock just that little bit more. Sam was bucking into his fist, image after image of his beautiful brother, his husband, flashing through his brain until he felt his balls draw up and he rapidly tipped over the edge into bliss.

Sam shudder as he painted the wall of the shower with shot after shot of come, stroking himself through his orgasm and after until the sensation became too much and he had to let go. He stood there for a good while, letting his rapidly beating heart and panted breaths calm down, bracing himself well to counteract the weakness he felt in his knees after such a strong orgasm. Dean had always made him come so hard, even before he'd actually been able to touch him. Sam couldn't imagine things getting any better then that but then he'd actually had Dean and now he knew better. Sam smiled as he let himself drift in a haze, picturing how his and Dean's life would be now that they were finally together. A short while later, after Sam had pulled himself together enough to finish his shower, he got out and got ready to leave for the day as usual.

Before left for the day, he slipped back in the room to check on his lover one more time, content to see him sleeping at least somewhat restfully. Sam gathered the small package he'd put Dean's amulet into the night before and strode out of the apartment, a bit earlier then usual, to run an errand before he went to deal with the daily problems that came with being the Boy King.

A.N. So, sorry this is such a short chapter, but, if all goes to plan, I will have a few more chapters in the next few days!

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