"Maleficus"
Author: PsychoKittyUK
Category: Slash
Rating: M+
Content Warnings: WINCEST. (Set before Provenance)
Disclaimer: They are not mine nor is Supernatural. I wish they were, cuz oh the fun i'd have!
If you don't like Slash, then don't read it!
All feedback is loved and welcome!
So, a few surprises now, unless you already guessed. Which some of you have done! This story maybe longer, chapter wise, than the previous two. It seems to be taking longer than I thought it would. I have Chapters 4 & 5 planned out and i'm possibly half way through. Oh well, enjoy!
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Chapter 3
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"She didn't look pregnant."
"Some women don't."
"It's dead! It's gone. Just like that."
"We did everything we could Dean. At least we saved the woman."
"Yeah, but to have to wake up to find your baby is gone. She may wish she wasn't." They sat in the Impala in the hospital car park, thinking about the events that had took place. It early afternoon by the time they had come out of the hospital. "Damn I'm starving, let's find a diner."
"How can you think of food at a time like this?"
"I dunno, but I am."
They found the local greasy spoon, called 'The Greasy Spoon'. Dean almost ran to find a table and had his eyes were scanning the menu, before Sam had found him.
"Can I take your order?" A burly waitress, who looked in her forties asked them.
"Yes you can, I'll have the fish, the fries, the onion rings, oh and some of those pickle things please. And can I have a big glass of milk."
Sam stared at Dean.
"Fish? I thought you hated fish?"
"Nope. I love fish."
"Since when?"
"Since forever!"
Sam snorts, "yeah, right!"
"What can I get you honey?" The waitress asked Sam.
"Oh I'll have the blueberry pancakes with ice cream please and a coffee."
"Sure, coming right up."
Dean's order came first. Sam watched a Dean ate his food fast, almost inhaling it. When Sam's order came, all he had left was some pickles. Dean watched as Sam put spoon after spoon of pancakes and ice cream into his mouth.
"You want some?" Dean just nodded, not taking his eyes off Sam. "Help yourself."
Dean did, he grabbed the spoon that was on it's way to Sam's mouth again and made it detour to his own. Dean made this purring growl type of noise.
"Good?"
"Hell yes! But it needs something."
"What?"
"Pickle." And Dean swiped one of his pickles into the Ice Cream and shoved it in his mouth.
"DEAN!"
"Wha?" He said with his mouth full.
"I can't eat that now, you might as well finish it."
"Thanks!"
Dean shoveled pickle after pickle, loaded up with Ice Cream, into his mouth. Sam just sat and stared in shock.
"Dean? Are you feeling OK?"
"Mmmm!" His mouth still full.
"Well lookie at him!" The waitress said as she came up to refill Sam's coffee. "If he was a girl, I'd say he was pregnant!" She laughed and Sam went white as something in his brain clicked. Dean wasn't paying any attention to what the waitress had said. He was too busy eating. The waitress moved away still chuckling to herself.
"Oh shit! No it can't be, can it? Oh shit!"
"What?"
"Dean, how do you feel?"
"OK. Kinda tired, oh and I really need to pee!" Dean got up and dashed to the bathroom.
Sam was beginning to worry. Dean had been gone for 10 minutes and he wondered what was taking so long.
Then Dean finally appeared, but he looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"What is it?" Sam asked him.
"Well, either those pancakes and Ice Cream contain a hell off a lot of calories. Or I'm pregnant. I'm guessing the latter, since something just tried to kick it's way out of my stomach."
"Shit!"
"No, I was thinking more along the lines of a baby Sam. Since when does shit kick?"
"I think it's time to go back to the hospital."
"No way dude! And say what? Hello Doctor, my Brother's having a baby? A woman in a coma's baby? We'll be saying hello to the Psych Ward quicker than you can fart dude!"
"Well what the fuck do we do then Dean? You're having a baby!"
"Yeah, thank you mister obvious! I sorta got that while I was in the John! Let's get a room and see if we can sort this out, OK?"
"What about the witch?"
"Fuck! I bet it was her! The bitch! She did this to slow us down!"
"Well it's working."
"OK, new plan, we find this bitches grave and we toast her, then we come back and sort this." He motions to his stomach. "Out! But first I need to pee again!" And Dean rushed back to the bathroom.
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TBC...