Sam 16, Dean 20, Castiel 22, Ion 32

May 2nd Sam's 16th birthday.

…

Sam had let his hair grow since he cut it in December and it was past his shoulders, he arranged it with the help of his handmaiden in simple waves framing his face. Sam pulled his unruly bangs over his eyes in a bid to hide from all the guests.

Castiel walked in, pushed back the bangs and placed a wreath of May flowers on his head, "There…now everyone can see my wife's pretty face again. You were made for flowers although I haven't found one that can outshine your smile."

Castiel tugged down the shoulders of the queen's gown exposing his delicate collarbone and couldn't resist kissing his neck, Sam blushed and tried to act indignant, "How dare you, I'm taken."

Castiel slid his hand over the slight softness of the queen's belly, "I know you are, I wasn't thinking." The king nodded and the woman left them alone.

Sam turned around and lifted the king's tunic, he touched his husband's abdomen and pressing gently, "I can't believe we are both pregnant…perhaps when this is all over and our children are born they can be friends like you and I."

"We will always be family Sam."

…

Abbadon arrived with Crowley in tow and demanded to see her son, when they went inside the king and queen was sitting in court with formal introductions all around. Everyone that was remotely important brought a gift for the queen's birthday and wanted to greet him in person.

Abbadon would have none of it and barged through the line of people straight up to Sam, "How dare you make me wait, I'm a queen."

Sam put on a brave face, "Nice to see you too mother, being a queen doesn't give you the right to be rude…oh and since you asked, I'm doing well."

Crowley stood behind her examining Sam with black, soulless eyes, he whispered to Abbadon who then asked, "What's different about you Sam?"

Castiel played the part of an insufferably dominate male just for Abbadon and Crowley, "I'll speak for him, I allowed Sam to cut his hair but its growing back now."

Abbadon nodded, "Good, you look like a boy. Where were you Sam? I heard you were missing and we searched for you. Your husband ignored me!"

"I went to stay in a warmer climate for my health mother, with relatives of my husbands."

She knew it was a lie but questioning her son further would only throw blame on her and Crowley, Abbadon gave Sam a weak hug and patted his face, "Well I'm glad you're back."

Sam stood there stiffly until it was over.

Crowley stepped forward and bowed, "Happy Birthday dear Queen Sam."

Sam thought how nice it would be to stab Crowley in his smug little face but he nodded and walked away.

Castiel went to follow his wife when Abbadon said, "Tell me Castiel, where is your crippled pet?"

Castiel gripped the hilt of his dress sword, "Excuse me…what did you say?"

She had him now, "Ion, your great limping guard dog, shouldn't he be behind you sniffing your ass or humping your leg?"

Even Crowley knew she had gone too far this time, he whispered, "Abby please stop, he is still the king and the husband to your son…apologize."

Abbadon bowed, "Oh forgive my sharp tongue, I'm bitter because you wouldn't tell me where my son was but I've overstepped my bounds."

Castiel shook his head slowly staring at the creature, "How…how did you manage to have such a beautiful child with a good heart when yours is cold and hard, you are bitter, cruel, vicious and ugly despite your beauty."

He turned and walked away leaving the queen seething with no one to lash out at except Crowley who had already vanished.

…

The music was merry and everyone danced having a fabulous time at the birthday, the gardens there were twice the size Sam remembered from his home. Castiel was left with a very rich kingdom and the king spared no expense for his wife's sixteenth birthday.

They went to do their dance together at moonrise, Castiel still hated dancing and Sam still loved it. The Queen was going to take the lead just like their wedding dance; Sam was almost a head taller than his husband even at sixteen.

The music began and Castiel took the lead instead, "I've been practicing since you've been gone Sam."

He twirled his wife around then pulled Sam close as everyone applauded. Sam laughed and hugged the king, "You have been practicing!"

…..

Sam was pink cheeked and breathless after the dance was over. They took their drinks and sat on a bench by the scarlet wisteria that grew there from cuttings taken from Winchester gardens.

Castiel pulled the wilted May flowers from Sam's hair then kissed the long, elegant neck, "You know Sam someday I think you will be big and powerfully built but still beautiful. Does that make sense?"

Sam blotted the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, "No, I can't imagine myself that way but it would be nice if it came true. I'm so tall and thin now I feel awkward like a giant, flightless bird."

Castiel brought up the subject he and Ion had talked about as delicately as he could, "Sam how open would you be to some sexual instruction for Dean? Ion felt he was lacking in skill by the way that he talked and…"

"Wait…Dean and Ion were talking about our sexual relations?!"

"Well they were drinking and you know how conversations can go when you're a bit drunk, anyway Ion is a very experienced and skilled lover. I have no one else to base that on as he is my one and only besides you but I've seen him."

Sam frowned, "You saw him…when?"

"I've known Ion since I was a little boy and he had many lovers, I hated it of course but I was a child. One time I walked into the stables and he was fucking the stable boy. The poor thing was begging for more cock and it was very erotic, no one ever wanted Ion as a mate because of his infirmity but they always wanted his talents in bed."

Sam wet his lips and shifted on the bench, "What sort of instruction then…would I be involved in this?"

"Of course you would," Castiel nipped the queen's earlobe, "I would be as well and if you're lucky and very brave you both can stay and watch the wolves fuck."

Sam's voice hitched and his breathing was faster now, "The wolves….really? I wonder…what does a wolf cock feel like?"

Castiel was lost in the moment now, he ran his tongue around the shell of Sam's ear and whispered, "It slides in and swells locking you to him as he fucks you so long it feels like forever…when it's done the big beast fills you with semen, he pulls out his member and you feel so sore but its wonder Sam….sooo wonderful."

Sam pressed his fists into his lap and cried out as he came instantly inside the taffeta gown.

Castiel sat back, "Well?"

Sam gave him a dreamy smile, "Oh yes I would like that very much."

….

Ion walked into the bedroom where Dean had to stay out of sight, the young man was staring down an arrow pointed at Abbadon's head, "Look at her…Ion I could kill her right from this window. I'm a marvelous shot!"

Ion chuckled, "I like you Dean you make sense to me. As tempting as that is you can't."

Dean sat down on the bed letting out an exasperated sigh, "This is taking so long!"

Ion sat next to him and placed a big hand on his knee, "Well how does that saying go…all good things are worth waiting for."

"I know but I want it done now."

Ion removed his hand and slid it across Dean's shoulders slowly, "I know Dean, your young…ambitious and eager, you remind me a little of myself at your age."

Dean sighed again, "I'm no knight like you."

"You could have my skills, I know your good with a bow and arrow what else can you do?"

Dean held up his hands, "Sam said I have skilled hands and I'm very talented, I carve very well, I do masonry and hunting…fishing, I build things and know about farm animals and …"

"No not all that, although I admire those skills, what about fighting and sword play have you practiced?"

"No."

Ion pressed his leg against Deans, "I'd be willing to show you how to handle a sword Dean."

Dean glanced down at the firm thigh pressed against him, "Do you mean swords…or swords," Dean grabbed his crotch.

"I'm skilled with both and I'm more than willing to teach you."

Dean turned and somehow Ion was now nose to nose with him, he could smell a strange mixture of fresh blood and mulling spices on the knight's breath but Dean didn't find it unpleasant at all.

Dean's tongue darted out nervously wetting his lips, "I…I will accept your help. Sam and Castiel will be there?"

Ion was breathing in his ear moist and hot, "Oh yes Dean they will be there naked and wanting for us…legs spread and cocks hard aching for their men to pleasure them…think of all the things we can do."

Dean gasped and then whispered, "Yes…like what?"

"Oh lots of things," Ion ran two fingers over Dean's plump lips, "I'll show you how to find Sam's pretty treasure each and every time …if you're a good boy I'll find yours as well."

Dean squeezed his eyes shut and groaned as he involuntarily pumped his hips; Ion watched the wetness slowly spreading through Dean's linen tunic.

Dean caught his breath, embarrassed kept his eyes shut, "I look forward to it."

….

At breakfast Dean and Ion stayed out of sight as Abbadon sat there with Crowley at her side, Sam and Castiel joined them.

The king took Sam's hand and gave it a kiss, "We have an announcement, Sam is pregnant and due in December."

Abbadon clapped her hands gleefully, "Wonderful! Sam you finally did it, all my hard work…"

Crowley kicked her under the table and kept peeling his apple.

Sam knew exactly what his mothers hard work entailed but he needed to keep silent, the boy also knew what the end would be for his mother and he wondered if the woman ever had one redeeming quality.

"Mother, may I speak with you?"

…

Sam sat outside with her where they could have privacy, he grabbed her hand and admired the long, pretty fingers capped with red nails, "You know when I was a child I loved to watch you paint your nails…brush your long red hair…color your lips. You are a beautiful woman mother."

Abbadon smiled with no real feeling, "Where is this all coming from?"

"Do you love me?"

"Sam what a question to ask your own mother!"

Sam grabbed her shoulders and looked her in the eye, "Please mother it's not a hard question…do you love me?"

She hesitated then looked away, "In my way I suppose."

Sam knew even that was a lie, he let go of her and gripped his hands tightly in his lap, "Then I have my answer. Despite everything I wanted so much to hear you say it…I love you Sam…but you can't."

Abbadon was irritated now, "I'm proud of you for becoming pregnant doesn't that say enough? You were lucky to be such a beautiful child and so soft, any real man would want you…there is no need to be strong when you have someone else to do it for you darling. There is no shame in being weak if you married to a king. So yes I'm proud of you and to me that is the same as love."

Sam was crying quietly, tears running down his face and he hated it. He hated showing what she viewed as weakness when it was all a boy could do with a broken heart, "I wanted to save you for my own selfish reasons, because I wanted a good woman who truly cared about me. When I have my baby I'll tell it all the time what it means to me and how much I love have inside of me."

Sam stood and nervously smoothed the front of his dress, a habit of his, "I'm glad I'm pregnant so I have a chance to do that someday, goodbye mother."

Abbadon frowned at her son as he walked away, "You make it sound so final."

Sam just kept walking.

TBC