ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!
ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!
AU, OOC. MPreg. 1 really bad word. Kinda fluffy chapter.
Hey, guys! Merry Christmas to everyone! Or for later. :D Here's the new chapter. We skip further on in the pregnancy. Don't forget to write your opinion about the writing style! It's the only way to improve where it needs improvement. Thanks!
Alright, let's get on with the chappy, shall we?
The following days went by in a blur of sickness, eating and sleeping. Sam could hardly keep anything down in the morning and the constant nausea and throwing up always tired him out. After a good rest, he would wake up to have some food in him then as he went to the bathroom at nightfall, he would have another fit of vomiting before sleep.
The days were monotonous and kind of boring, but at least Castiel's presence was helping against Sam's boredom and broodiness. In those times Dean would excuse himself from the room and only return hours later. It turned out to be useful sometimes: Sam every so often became so horny that only hours of love-making would make it go away.
All in all, though, Sam didn't regret his decision of going through with this.
Two weeks went by in the same pattern, when Sam woke up late in the morning. Looking up at the clock, he noticed it was 10 o' clock. He was surprised that he wasn't nauseous, since he always had to wake up at dawn because of that. Letting out a wide yawn and stretching his limbs with a groan, he sat up, taking a look groggily around the motel room. Dean and Castiel was nowhere in sight.
Just as he was getting up, the door of the room opened and Dean came in with a few bags of food and a tray of coffee.
"Mornin', Sammy" the older man greeted his brother cheerfully. "I brought breakfast. Cas said that he's gonna join us later."
"'Kay" Sam mumbled as he walked into the bathroom with his clothes. He took a quick shower, hurrying because of the deep growl of his stomach. However, as he was drying himself with the towel, he felt something strange. He hurried to the bathroom mirror and his mouth dropped open: now he knew why he wasn't sick this morning.
At the lower abdomen area there was a slight bump that was pushing out his stomach a little. As he ran his hand down the bump, he felt soft, warm flesh instead of the hard muscles. It was a baby bump! A baby was growing in him… For real… And the heaviness he felt for days increased. He realized it was the weight of the organ, protecting the baby inside him… It was the womb all this time…
Sam wiped his tears away and dressed up before he joined Dean for breakfast. He sat down carefully and snatched up a bag in front of him. It had a normal sandwich and salad in it for him.
"Is everything okay?" Dean asked in a casual tone that screamed that he was worried. Sam nodded with a smile, as he dug into his salad.
"I have a bump" he added softly. Dean's eyes widened slightly.
"Really?" he muttered. "Already?"
"Well, I'm four weeks along" Sam answered, still feeling weird from the words. "That's four months in normal circumstances."
"Wow."
"Can't wait to tell Cas" Sam said cheerfully, as he picked up the only cup remaining on the tray. Taking a sip, his eyes widened. "What is this?" he asked in awe and took another sip from the drink.
"Hot chocolate" Dean shrugged. "I thought since you can't have any caffeine, I should bring you something else." Sam took another gulp from the chocolate, while studying his brother.
"How do you do that?" he whispered. Dean looked up at him confused.
"Do what?"
"Know everything I need even before I realize it."
Dean shrugged self-consciously, but smirked at his sibling:
"'Cause I'm older and wiser."
"And shorter and more modest" Sam teased back. With that they finished their breakfasts with some meaningless chat.
After their meal the brothers decided to pack up and move on, Sam happy to just get out of the motel. Everything reminded him of his constant sickness and that wasn't a tolerable picture in his mind after breakfast. In the end Dean had to rush him out of the motel room, as the mental images made him nauseous, so Sam sat in the car, waiting for his brother to finish packing and to leave this little town. He shifted on his seat with an uncomfortable grimace now and then.
Soon they set off to their next destination still without any purpose, since no hunts were in sight. Sam was gazing at the scenery passing them, hand caressing the slight swell of his abdomen unconsciously. Dean glanced at his brother, checking for any trouble or discomfort. His gaze drifted to Sam's stomach: the bump was barely visible from under the baggy shirt, but he occasionally caught a glimpse of a curve, as Sam's large hand moved slowly up and down. He couldn't help a slight smile creep onto his face at the sight of his peaceful brother: he wasn't this relaxed for a very long time.
"What?" Dean snapped out of his thoughts at the question and saw that Sam was looking at him confused and curious.
"Nothing" he shrugged, wanting to drop the topic, but that infamous Winchester-stubbornness was inherited mostly by Sam.
"You were smiling" his brother said inquiringly. "What is it? What did I do?"
"It's nothing" Dean repeated more firmly, but when he glanced at Sam, he met with a patient puppy-dog look. This surprised him: Sam usually would start a temper tantrum by now, whining about Dean being secretive. 'Looks like pregnancy did him good' he thought with a huff. Sam's expression turned incredulous. "Let me guess" Dean spoke quietly. "I said that out loud."
"Yeah, you did."
"At least I answered your question." Sam rolled his eyes at that, but smiled as he leaned back on his seat more and turned back to the scenery. Dean couldn't help but add:
"Pregnancy suits you, man. That's it."
Sam began laughing loudly with a snort, collapsing against the passenger door. At first Dean looked at his giggling brother – because that's what he did as he began calming down – like he was mental, but then his words caught up with him and he started laughing, too. By the time they finished, Sam was wiping his tears away with small chuckles escaping him.
"It's true" Dean shrugged, but Sam just shook his head.
"Whatever" the young man muttered, "just don't start with the girl-jokes!"
A few minutes went by as they settled back into their previous tasks: Dean driving and Sam gazing out the window, mind wandering away to escape boredom.
"Just like Mom" Dean murmured distractedly. When Sam turned back he barely caught his brother turning away from him.
"What do you mean?"
"When she was pregnant with you" Dean explained with a sigh of reluctance, "she would sit in the nursery for hours, just staring out the window, stroking her bump, a look of peace on her face… Even the same goofy, peaceful smile on her that you were wearing now…"
Silence settled into the car as Dean forced his mind away from the painful memories of a normal life, his only remains of a normal childhood. When he got no response from Sam, he turned towards him worriedly. Sam was gazing forwards with a thoughtful look in his hazel eyes.
"Could you pull over?" came the question suddenly.
"Why? You're sick?" Dean asked in full mother-hen mode.
"Just pull over for a bit!" Sam repeated, his tone strange. Dean obeyed and as the car stopped, Sam carefully got out, walking a few steps away on the field, his back towards the Impala. Dean watched Sam's behavior with confusion, not really understanding what happened, but then soft noises floated in through the rolled down window: soft sniffs and hiccups. And now that he heard it, he saw Sam's shoulders shaking slightly.
Dean felt a little bad for causing his little brother, his pregnant little brother – way to make him feel better – distress, but he honestly didn't understand what he did to upset the kid. And then it dawned on him; he groaned in misery. Hormones…
Dean reluctantly got out of the car and approached Sam cautiously, he was furiously wiping his eyes and nose, trying to stem the flow of tears and the wracking sobs. Dean laid a tentative hand on Sam's shoulder, not knowing what to expect from a hormonal Winchester.
"Sorry" Sam choked out, breath hitching with sobs. "I couldn't stop…"
"It's normal" Dean interrupted, but even he pulled a face at the lame response.
"It's just…" Sam continued in a slightly steadier voice, "it's good to learn something about her… And that at least I have something of her in me…" the younger Winchester was cut off by another assault of sobs. Dean had a brief internal struggle about the next step, but then he sighed.
"Can't believe I'm doing this…" he muttered with half-hearted reluctance. "C'mere" and with that he pulled his brother into a strong but affectionate hug. Sam instinctively buried his face into the crook of his brother's neck, letting his distress go when familiar fingers combed through his hair comfortingly, even though the hug was a little awkward because of the height difference.
They stood there for a few minutes, before Sam had a chance to catch his breath and calm himself down. Wiping his tears away, he pulled out of Dean's arms, flushing in embarrassment that he just cried on his brother's shoulder. Dean, though, just clapped his shoulder reassuringly and waited for his sibling to gather himself together. They walked back to the car and Sam sat back in, not able to hold back a wince during that. And of course, Dean saw it.
Without a word, the older Winchester walked to the trunk and after searching for a bit, he returned to Sam's side, throwing a pair of sweatpants into the other's lap. Sam looked at him confused, but he was rewarded with a meaningful glare.
"Do I have to?" Sam asked with a little whine. "Someone can see me…"
"You're kidding, right?" Dean cut him off disbelievingly. "Your jeans are uncomfortable because of the tight waistline, so you should wear something lax."
"But, Dean, I'd look ridiculous like this in public…"
"It's your choice, Sam" Dean continued in a firm tone. "Your pride or your own kid?"
Sam looked at him like Dean just punched him in the face, but his eyes showed resignation.
"That was a low blow" he murmured, lowering his head shamefully then began unzipping his jeans. Dean shut the door and turned his back to it, giving his little brother some amount of dignity. When the shifting and shuffling stopped, he walked around the car and got back behind the wheel. A glance at his brother revealed that Sam was still embarrassed of the pants, but a couple of fresh tear tracks showed his shame about his selfish behavior. His large hand returned to his baby bump, the caresses more loving and slightly apologetic. Not saying anything, Dean started the engine and continued to drive to some little town that still had a decent motel.
By nightfall they settled into a small but acceptable hotel and were finishing packing their stuff out. Suddenly a flap of wings alerted them to a newcomer: in the middle of the room stood Castiel.
"Hey" Sam greeted him with a smile and stepped to the angel. Castiel pulled the young man gently into a kiss, causing Sam to lean into him with a moan. When they separated, Castiel caressed his human's cheek lovingly and pinned his sky-blue eyes onto glazed hazel ones.
"Hello, Sam" the angel greeted the young man in a soft voice. Sam smiled at him brightly.
"Well" Dean spoke up finally, "looks like I'm gonna go out to a bar."
"You don't have to" Sam turned to his brother. "You can stay here with us."
"I don't want to intrude…"
"You don't" this time Castiel spoke to the older Winchester. "We can have a good time, as well, just the three of us. We don't mind."
"And I already feel bad" Sam finished. "I don't want you to feel kicked out."
Dean was touched slightly by the pair's insistence, but of course he kept it to himself. With that the trio settled down on the couch for a lazy night. After Sam informed Castiel about their growing baby, the angel kept his hand protectively over the small bulge under Sam's shirt.
"GET THE FUCK OUT, YOU BASTARD!"
A couple days after the trio's lazy night, that scream greeted Castiel when he arrived outside the motel room for a visit, just finishing his duty in Heaven. Dean just escaped from the brothers' room, just barely ducking away from the knife thrown to his head, the blade embedding into the wooden door, before it was slammed closed.
"Dean?" Castiel spoke, causing the shaking Winchester to jump with a yelp. "What's going on here? Is everything okay?"
"Don't do that!" Dean grumbled, pressing a hand onto his chest, trying to calm his wildly beating heart. "I was nearly beheaded by a hormonal, pregnant Winchester, what do you think?"
"But what happened?" the angel asked confused.
"I think I screwed up big time, Cas" Dean said, still shaken from his experience. "But I didn't mean it. Sometimes I wish I would think before I talk."
"What did you say to Sam?" Castiel questioned the rambling Winchester, getting a bad feeling.
"Sam got a bit bigger, so that his jeans wouldn't fit him" Dean explained, slightly weary of the angel. "When I had enough of his huffing and puffing from trying to button them, I… may have suggested that… he should get bigger pants?" Dean let out a weak, terrified laugh, managing to gulp down his panic. The angel's eyes grew wide from shock: witnessing a lot of pregnancies during his existence, Castiel knew what that meant.
"I'll talk to him" he said finally, starting towards the entrance door.
"Thanks" Dean sighed with relief. "Could you tell him that I'm sorry? I would do it myself, but I like my head on my neck, thank you very much." Castiel just nodded, before entering the motel room silently.
Staying cautious, like he was expecting some kind of an explosion, Castiel shut the door and stepped closer to the beds, where he was suspecting his human was. He was right: Sam was sitting on the edge of his bed, his face buried in his hands. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and boxers, the jeans thrown down onto the floor in front of him. As Castiel took a step closer, he heard the soft sniffs coming from the young man.
"Sam?" he spoke quietly. Sam's head snapped up with a glare, revealing glittering tear tracks on his cheeks, but his gaze softened at the sight of the angel. Seeing the change Castiel hurried to the bed, sat down next to his human and pulled him into his arms. Sam began quietly sobbing at the gesture. The angel rocked the distressed young man soothingly, stroking the chestnut-brown locks. Soon Sam calmed down and pulling away he wiped his tears away.
"What's wrong?" Castiel asked worriedly.
"What's wrong? My brother's a dick, that's what's wrong" Sam snapped back, anger filling him instantly. "I'm carrying a baby, I feel bloated and hideous, and he goes and calls me fat. He's such an asshole!"
"Sam" Castiel spoke calmly, "you know as well as I do that's not what he meant. And he's really sorry for what he involuntarily implicated with his statement."
"Yeah, right" Sam snorted sarcastically.
"Believe me, he is! He would have told you that, but, as he put it, 'he likes his head on his neck, thank you very much'." As Sam looked at the angel, he saw that small smile on his face, but the bright blue eyes showed honesty and genuineness.
"Am I fat?" Sam asked, his tone a little childish. Castiel just smiled as he pressed a gentle kiss on the young man's pouting lips.
"No, you're not" he answered. "You're astonishingly beautiful. You look much healthier than before, you're glowing with life. You're only bigger, because our baby is growing." As Castiel spoke, he laid a hand on Sam's slightly bigger baby bump, caressing it lovingly. The young man's hand joined his and Sam shifted with a frown.
"I think the baby is moving" he said in wonder. "But it's barely noticeable. It's just so weird to feel it inside me."
"You'll get used to it, don't worry!" Castiel rubbed Sam's back reassuringly. Just then the door opened up and Dean peeked in carefully. Seeing no harm towards him, he ventured further into the room. In his hands were a Styrofoam cup and a shopping bag.
"Can I come in?" he spoke when he caught the pair on Sam's bed. The younger Winchester winced at the tremble in Dean's voice, but nodded. "Sammy, I'm really sorry about what I said" the older man said, stepping closer and holding out the cup towards his brother. "I hope you can forgive me?" Sam took the cup and drank a sip from it.
"Hot chocolate?" Sam grinned. "You're forgiven."
"And I hope you don't mind, but I bought… some new pants for you" Dean cringed slightly, in fear of another possible beheading. "I meant for later, when the baby gets bigger" he hastily added. Sam grimaced at the terrified reaction his hormones got out of his usually fearsome brother.
"Am I that bad?" he asked, taking away the shopping bag.
"No, you're just like Mom was" Dean explained with a smile. "You can't imagine how many times Dad had had a date with the couch." Sam laughed at that, caressing his bump lovingly, the picture of the Big Hunter John Winchester sleeping on the couch, terrified of his wife's wrath in his mind. It must have been an extraordinary sight.
TBC
So, how did I do? Please, review!
I think Dean dashing out of the motel room and away from Sam's hormone-induced anger is a pretty funny sight. I would be terrified too if I'd meet a pregnant Winchester. :D
Anyway, see you soon!