"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!

Thanks to lilbaby6688, gordongirl18, rahzwell & jka1 and to my Beta skycandygirl!

I mention Seahorses in this chapter, here is a fact about them:
In seahorses pregnancy happens to the male animals.

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Chapter 4
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"I'm a Seahorse!"

"What?" Sam says at Dean's surprise outburst.

They are on there way to a decently priced Motel, as recommended by the Waitress at the Diner.

"I'm a fucking Seahorse!"

Sam thought about it this then replied, "yeah, I guess you are!" he chuckled at this image of Dean as a Seahorse in the sea.

"Dude! Not funny!"

"Yeah, it is." He laughed again.

"Shut up! This is serious man."

Sam choked back another chuckle and coughed. "I have to say that I'm surprised."

"That it's serious?"

"No, that you know about Seahorses!"

"Dude, you don't have to go to college to learn stuff. There is such a thing as TV."

"Yeah, well somehow I just can't picture you watching Documentaries on Seahorses." Dean lifted his hand and flashed Sam the bird.

"So, how much further is Hallowell?"

"Erm about another 20 miles." Sam replied after grabbing the map off the backseat and looking.

"Good. We rest up for the night, then head out in the morning."

"I still think you should see a doctor."

"Well maybe if I was still a girl, that could be an option, but I ain't, so I'm not."

They pulled up outside the Motel. Sam headed for reception, while Dean sat in the car. Sam appeared a few minutes later, shaking room keys. He told Dean the room number and Dean drove towards the rooms.

"It's that one, the one with the mauve door."

"Mauve? Who the hell uses mauve?" Dean moaned.

"I guess the owners of the motel do."

"Him and Elton John." Dean muttered.

Sam got out of the car to unlock the door, then glanced back when he realized Dean wasn't following him.

"You coming?"

"Er. In a bit."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just thought I'd sit here and enjoy the view."

"OK, what's going on Dean."

Dean sighed, then answered. "I;m kinda stuck here."

"What?"

"I'm stuck OK."

"How can you be stuck?" Sam walked over to Dean and his mouth dropped open with shock. "Dean? Dean! You're...You...Oh my god!"

Dean was stuck behind the steering wheel, because his stomach had swollen to twice it's normal size.

"Yeah, stuck."

"Maybe if I..." Sam tried to help Dean get from behind the steering wheel, but he didn't budge. "OK, how about..."

"OW! OW! OW! Stop it! Just stop it! Geez Sam. Just don't. OK?"

"Sorry."

"Yeah, well."

"Now what?"

"Find me a bottle."

"Huh?"

"Find me an empty bottle."

"Why?"

"Just do it Sam!"

"OK, ok!" Sam went over to a dumpster, lifted the lid and scanned the insides. He made an 'ewwww' sound as he lowered his hand inside. He pulled out his hand, complete with bottle. He tipped it's contents into the dumpster and hurried back to Dean. "OK, here ya' go."

"Thanks. Now turn around."

"What?"

"I need to pee, so turn around."

"Dean! I've seen it before!"

"I can't go if you're watching me. So turn around!"

Sam sighed, said 'fine' and then turned around. He heard Dean unfasten his zipper and the sound of him peeing into the bottle.

"Damn it!"

"What?" Sam turned around to what was wrong.

"I got some on my jeans!"

Sam laughed and Dean frowned and held the bottle out to Sam.

"I'm NOT touching it!"

"Dude! I need to get out of here. I can't if I'm holding this."

"The things I do for you Dean Winchester!"

"Yeah, but you know you love me right?" Sam just rolled his eyes and took the bottle. He took it back to the dumpster and threw it in.

"YES!" Sam looked back at Dean, he had managed to free himself.

"How?"

"I guess the lack of piss helped to shrink it enough. Dude! I'm thirsty. Get me a drink."

"What did your last slave die of?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe it was because of me singing 'This is the song that never ends' at 2am?"

"You wouldn't?"

"Uh huh! I would!" Dean gave an evil grin, grabbed the room keys out of Sam's hand, then swaggered to their door humming the song.

"Bastard!" Sam spied a drink machine and headed towards it.

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TBC...