ULTIMATE DISCLAIMER IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!
ULTIMATE WARNING IN PROFILE AND CHAPTER 1!
AU, OOC.
Hey, everyone! I'm back with the next chapter. Hope you're gonna enjoy it!
I think I realized the problem of me not putting out the non-con warning for the 1st chapter. I'm still sorry for my mistake and I'm NOT gonna take that warning down. But I want everyone to understand why it didn't occur to me. Let's just try out an advice and if you don't understand it, let me know and I'll explain it!
Please, read Chapter 2 again, especially the part where Dean tries to help Sam and Cas through the whole thing! I want you to consider the whole conversation and think that through again! But most importantly, pay attention to Dean's questions for the pair, since he was the first out of the three, who understood what had happened! Yes, it can be considered as non-con, since Sam was traumatized by the event, but maybe this way Sam's quick forgiving will be explained, as well.
Thanks for reading this and once again sorry for the whole thing! Now, let's get onto the new chapter, shall we?
Enjoy!
Days went by with traveling from one town to another and soon Sam reached the sixth week. As he woke up from his dreamless sleep one morning, he carefully sat up, pushing the warm blanket away, revealing his enlarged belly. As he leaned his back against the headboard, his hands wandered onto his stomach, caressing the softened skin through his T-shirt. He smiled when the baby shifted inside him at his touch, so he stroked his belly in loving circles.
In the last two weeks his baby bump has grown quite a bit. He could only wear loose sweatpants and big T-shirts, which were nearly impossible to find since he had a hard time to find himself clothes because of his height. Dean one day had brought up the idea to go to a store which was selling clothes for overweight people and after a long screaming and a breakdown Sam had agreed to check it out. They'd ended up buying quite an amount of shirts, T-shirts and sweatpants and even though Sam had still been angry at Dean, he'd felt better when he'd tried the clothes and they'd fit.
The baby shifted again inside him; Sam had yet to feel the baby kick. As he looked down with a smile, one of his chestnut-brown locks fell in front of his eyes. His face grew hot as he remembered the day Castiel found out that Sam's hair became silkier as the pregnancy progressed. They had been making out on the bed, the angel careful not to squish the baby with his weight. As he'd combed his fingers through Sam's hair, he'd broken the kiss, his blue eyes snapping up to the tresses. Sam had let out a keening sound – he'd been in a horny mood, okay? – and tried to lean up to return to the lip-lock, but Castiel had gone rigid like a statue. Sam had been ready to groan in frustration, but then the angel had nuzzled his hair slowly.
Sam chuckled at his reaction back then:
"What the hell, Cas?" Sam asked confused. If the angel was going to do something weird, he wouldn't mind throwing him out of the room. Opening a door was an option.
"Your hair is so beautiful and lush" Castiel whispered as he nuzzled the tresses again. "Like a woman's."
"WHAT?" Sam shrieked in the manliest way. He wanted to push the angel away in fury, but it was like trying to push The Great Wall of China. "So you think I'm becoming a girl?" Sam shouted angrily, getting frustrated by his futile attempt to shove Castiel away. Like hell would he open the door to throw the bastard out!
"I didn't say that" Cas answered in his bemused, infuriatingly calm way. "Obviously since you're pregnant, there are ought to be some feminine changes in you. But I like it…"
"So you want me to be like a woman?" Sam choked out as tears of hurt slid down his cheeks.
"No" the angel shook his head firmly. "I want you to be yourself. I only meant that I don't mind the changes in you." As he spoke, he stroked Sam's hair soothingly. The young man hiccupped as he slowly got his breath back. Feeling sorrow and guilt, Castiel lay next to his human and pulled him in his arms, shushing Sam's distress away. Sam cried his tears into the angel's shoulder.
"I'm sorry" Sam sniffed, his voice muffled by Castiel's trenchcoat. "I kinda killed the mood, didn't I?"
"I'm an angel" Cas said, rolling them back to their previous position with a smirk. "Do you want me to resurrect it?" Sam laughed at the angel's words.
"I like your humor, Cas."
Sam had felt embarrassed the next day, but Castiel had calmed him down, saying that he'd known Sam was going through something hard and big and he would willingly bear the wrath if Sam wanted to vent his anger. This conversation had caused another sobbing session, Sam being touched by the angel's words.
His thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and Dean walked in whistling, breakfast in his hold. Sam was glad his protective brother was by his side, he needed that kind of attention right now. And in return, Dean could relive his years of being a big brother, which was absent lately because of Sam's stupidity and the Apocalypse. The older Winchester was a great help these days, but Sam hadn't really missed the annoying little jokes the man threw his way. At least on his hormonal days.
"Morning, Sammy" Dean greeted him cheerfully, setting the bags of food onto the table.
"It's Sam" Sam replied automatically, but the smile on his face betrayed his grudge against the nickname. He carefully swung his legs over the side of the bed, his hand lying protectively on his belly. He tried to push himself off the bed, but halfway up he lost his balance and fell back onto the mattress.
"Need some help?" Dean asked, leaning against the table with his arms crossed, watching his brother's progress.
"I've got it" Sam muttered then after a brief thinking he put one hand onto the headboard and pushed himself up. After a little sway he stayed upright and sent a triumphant smile to his brother. Dean just rolled his eyes and turned back to serving the food. Sam joined him, glad that he still hadn't started walking in a funny way. He didn't need the humiliation.
"So, what did you get?" he asked, sitting down to the table.
"Well, the usual for me" Dean answered and put the bigger bag in front of his seat. "And here's yours" he said, giving the other bag to Sam. "A sandwich with ketchup, mayonnaise and… jam." The last word was accompanied with a grimace, but Sam just shook his head with a smile.
"It had to happen someday" he murmured as he fished the sandwich out. "Strawberry?" he asked, sniffing the sandwich.
"Yeah. And here's your hot chocolate" Dean gave his brother a big coffee cup. "And I put the chocolate chip ice cream into the fridge, while you were busy."
"Haha" Sam replied. "Try to stand up with a watermelon pushed up into your stomach then you can talk!"
"I think I'll pass, thanks" Dean murmured, not wanting to anger his hormonal brother, and started in on his breakfast. However, when Sam bit into his sandwich and the concoction in the food dribbled out the other end, he could barely swallow his mouthful without throwing it back up. He placed his burger down and closed his eyes, trying to forget the sight.
"I'll go watch some TV" he heard Sam's sheepish comment.
"Thanks" Dean answered gratefully. He watched his brother stagger upright and collect his breakfast, keeping an eye on him until Sam plopped down onto the couch then he turned back to his food. He was already halfway through his burger, when Sam's moan reached his ears.
"Dude!" he exclaimed. "No sex noises, when I'm here!"
"Showwy" Sam called back through his mouthful. "But the food ish great."
The rest of breakfast went by quietly, only the TV chasing away the silence. As Dean began cleaning up after himself, he noticed Sam throwing his bag onto the coffee table, seemingly too comfortable to sit up from his slouch and lean forward. With the junk in his hand he took his brother's trash, too, and threw it out.
"Can you give me my hot chocolate?" Sam asked him. Dean did it, earning a bright, grateful smile from his brother. He knew he just made Sam's day now and he won't be a target to the hormonal moments today.
"Alright" Dean clapped his hands once. "I'm gonna look around in town, see if I can find something to do. You just rest and don't forget: stress is not good for the baby or you."
"Okay" Sam nodded, caressing his belly lovingly. "I'm sure Cas will come by and he will look after me. Don't worry!"
"Yeah, whatever" Dean shrugged, but his eyes revealed his relief he felt from the knowledge his baby brother and his nephew or niece will be fine. With that he shrugged his jacket on, snatched up the keys of the Impala from the nightstand and left the room with a wave to Sam.
"Well, sweetie, looks like it's just you and me now" Sam spoke up, looking down at his belly. He felt the baby shift again at his voice and he smiled as always. "What should we do, honey?" he asked as he grabbed the TV remote and began surfing through the channel. "Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing… Dean was right: day-time television is terrible." He felt the baby move again. "You think so, too? Then let's go look at the new book your Daddy got me, okay, sweetheart?"
Sam carefully staggered up from the couch and went to his nightstand to fetch the book. He had already gotten used to talking to the baby. It made this whole pregnancy more real and the bond between him and his child was growing stronger. He was still icky about the giving birth thing, but he couldn't wait to finally meet her.
Even though he asked Castiel not to tell him what sex the baby is, wanting it to be a surprise, he had a strong feeling that it was going to be a girl. Now he understood what a woman's intuition feels like. He insisted calling the baby she, and a couple days of convincing later he talked Dean into it, as well.
Sam sat back down onto the couch and began reading the newest book his angel got him. It was the case of the "vegetarian" vampires, Lenore and her nest. He rested the book onto the top of his belly as he was reading, so his free hand could wander back onto his belly, lying onto the front protectively, just above his bellybutton. Dean had teased him a lot about his bellybutton turning from innie to outie, but now he didn't care about it. As long as his daughter grew healthy, he didn't mind.
As he was wiping his tears away, getting emotional from his brother's confession in the scene of Dean and Gordon talking after he had left the bar, he heard the flutter of wings beside him. Turning that way, his reddened eyes landed on Castiel, who quickly sat down next to him in worry. Sam leaned into the angel's side, the warmth and the gentle hold around him soothing his hormones. The angel stroked his hair comfortingly, taking the book out of Sam's hands. When the young man pulled away, his emotions calm and steady, Castiel placed the book onto the coffee table.
"Have you had breakfast?" he asked, one hand joining Sam's on the baby belly. Sam smiled at the tender touch and nodded. Before he could blink, Castiel pulled him closer and attacked his mouth. Sam moaned at the aggressive way the angel's tongue pushed through his lips, licking at his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Sam gripped the trenchcoat, trembling with pleasure at Castiel's dominance, while a hand fisted his hair gently, guiding the young man through the kiss. Soon Castiel broke the kiss slowly and licked at his lips, deep in thought.
"Interesting…" Sam just watched in a bit of daze, as his angel muttered under his breath. "An unusual combination indeed…"
"Dude!" Sam exclaimed in shock, although he didn't move from his position. "Did you just taste my breakfast… through my mouth?" The angel had a small red tint on his cheeks at Sam's question. "That's gross…" As Castiel opened his mouth to apologize, Sam ravished his mouth, moving to straddle the angel. Castiel answered the hungry kiss as best as he could. "And kinky…" Sam breathed out when they separated then he began kissing his way down the angel's neck and back. He began tugging at the trenchcoat then the tie.
The flutter of wings and a gush of wind interrupted his task and Sam looked up from the pale skin he's been working on. They were on the bed, Sam still straddling Castiel. He felt a shiver run down his body and realized that both of them were naked. He quickly pulled back.
"Give me back my T-shirt!" he said ashamed, hugging his belly in a futile attempt to hide it. Castiel just kissed his shoulder, trying to pry the arms away. Sam pushed him back and began standing up, his face morphed into an angry frown. However, the angel wrapped his arms around him, holding the young man down.
"Don't, Sam! You're beautiful" Castiel whispered into his human's ear. Feeling the trembling of his lover, he started rocking him soothingly. "Like I said before, you're glowing with life. The life that we created… together." He caressed Sam's belly, feeling their child move at the touch.
"But I'm… h-hideous" Sam choked out, tightening his arms around himself, his shoulders drooping with shame. Castiel immediately pulled him upright then gently eased Sam's hold around the young man's belly, resting their hands on the stretched skin.
"Sam" Castiel spoke, "when I first met you, my first thought was: 'I've never met such a mysterious human in my whole existence'. Even though Dean was assigned to me as my charge, I always looked out for you, too. As I got to know you, I realized that you were the most beautiful creature I've ever met in this world. I was falling in love with you, but you were only considering me as a close acquaintance, not quite as a friend, but close enough."
"And now?" Sam asked hesitantly, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.
"You're still the most beautiful, wonderful creature I've ever met" Castiel answered, kissing the back of Sam's neck affectionately. "But as I watch you going through this unbelievably magnificent miracle, giving us a chance at a family, I know how lucky I was to have the rarest, even more gorgeous creature with me, the one beauty that can defeat even Heaven's creations in my eyes."
"Isn't that blasphemy?" Sam sniffed, leaning against his angel.
"For you, I would even make a deal with a demon" Castiel stated firmly, passionate fire filling his sky-blue irises.
"Thanks" Sam breathed, turning his head into the crook of the angel's neck and pressing a kiss onto the pale skin. Castiel just continued rocking him, the motion lulling Sam into a small nap. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he shoot up with a gasp.
"Sam, what's wrong?" Castiel asked worriedly. "Is it the baby?"
"Yes!" Sam exclaimed with a laugh. "She kicked! She finally kicked!"
Castiel's eyes went wide at the words and he quickly smoothed his hands onto Sam's belly. Sam was chewing on his lower lip, hoping that his baby girl wouldn't let them down. His own hands were lying on his belly, too, encouraging their daughter to kick again.
Suddenly Sam gasped, as something nudged him from the inside. Castiel's eyes widened to saucers, when the nudge landed under his fingers. After a couple seconds, another nudge landed on the same place, this one stronger: it lifted one of the angel's fingers. Sam startled at the stronger kick, grimacing at the thought of her playing soccer with his kidneys later. However, his worries were chased away by the sweet kiss Castiel gave onto his lips. Feeling happiness overwhelm him at the thought of their daughter kicking the first time, Sam forgot his issue with his shape and soon the pair sank into the ocean of white sheets and their flaming love.
By the time Dean arrived back to the motel room, the pair was dressed again and was sitting on the couch. They passed the time with cuddling and talking to their child, enjoying the feel of a vibrant life inside Sam, the baby landing kicks to their hands energetically. When Castiel would lean down to whisper something to their daughter, Sam would stroke the angel's hair in appreciation and joy.
"Well" Dean spoke, breaking up the moment on the couch. The pair looked at him startled since they didn't hear his arrival. "Looks like you're in a good mood today."
"Yeah" Sam nodded with a bright grin, Castiel kissing his cheek. "Our little girl finally decided to let everyone know that she's on her way." At Dean's raised eyebrow Sam chuckled. "She kicked, started this morning."
"Really?" Dean's eyes widened at the news. It seemed he wanted to say something else but changed his mind. However, Sam caught the curiosity and a little longing.
"Would you like to feel it?" he asked softly, shocking Dean.
"I-I don't know…" Dean was clearly embarrassed by the question, but Sam saw the want in his eyes, so he beckoned his brother closer. Dean stepped to the couch and took a seat at Sam's free side. The young man grabbed his hand and guided it onto his belly just off to the left of his bellybutton. As soon as Dean's fingers settled onto the warm skin, a nudge under his palm startled him.
"Is that…?" Dean whispered in awe, as another strong nudge landed onto the same place. Sam nodded with a flinch but still grinning, completely over the moon that he felt his daughter kick finally. "Wow, this is awesome…" Dean muttered and took his hand away.
"Did you find anything?" Sam questioned, rubbing soothing circles onto his belly when the baby got excited.
"Yeah, there's a haunting nearby" Dean replied in his firm business tone. "I already took a look at the house; the family is away on vacation. EMF was off the charts and I was already at the library checking the house's history. Now I just have to torch the bones tonight and the case is pretty much closed."
"You shouldn't go out there alone" Sam said worriedly, feeling proud of his brother for the research he did.
"It's just a typical salt-and-burn. I'm not gonna get hurt."
"I know. Just… I would feel better if there was someone with you watching your back. Please!" With that Sam turned to his last weapon: the Puppy Eyes of Doom. Castiel sniggered at the sight, knowing from his own experience that Dean will cave in. He gave him one second.
"Fine" Dean agreed as expected, ignoring Sam's satisfied grin and Cas' chuckle. "But I don't have anyone to come with me. And I'm not taking you."
"I didn't mean to take me" Sam rolled his eyes, caressing his belly lovingly. "But I'm sure Cas can help you out." With that he turned to his angel with a questioning look.
"I'm available now, so yes, I can go" the angel answered with a nod. Sam gave him a grateful kiss.
"Alright, but on one condition" Dean spoke up. "I want to do something tonight, so no angelic interruption, okay?"
"I will be watching from your car" Castiel informed the man. "I will only step in if there is an imminent danger to you."
"Deal" Dean nodded and looked out the window: it was already dark. "Alright then, we should go." Dean and Castiel stood up, the angel waiting for the man to get his things together. "Take care of yourself, Sammy!" Dean called back from the doorway.
"You, too!" Sam replied with a wave over the couch. Soon the Impala's rumble faded away into the distance. "What do you say we go to sleep, sweetie?" he spoke up, stroking his belly. The baby kicked again, causing Sam to laugh out a little then he staggered up and went into the bathroom. He didn't notice the shadow flitting across in the window.
The cemetery, where the body was buried, was on the other side of town. As the Impala parked in front of the gates and the engine was shut off, Dean climbed out to get his shotgun full of rock-salt, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. When he returned from the trunk, he leaned down to his window.
"Alright, I'm goin' in" he spoke to the angel in the passenger seat. "Just keep a lookout, okay?" He waited for the angel's nod before walking into the cemetery. He found the correct grave and putting his bag down he began digging. Soon he fell into a rhythm, unconsciously whistling a matching song while he worked. After long minutes of digging, his shovel hit a wooden surface, so he busted it in. A skull looked back at him through the hole he made, cleaned down of flesh and skin by nature and time. He widened the hole with a few more hits, revealing the entire body then he jumped out of the grave to get the salt, lighter fluid and matches.
A harsh wail interrupted his search, so he snatched his gun up and turned towards the sound. Seeing the ghost approaching, he blasted it with rock-salt and the apparition dissolved. Dean quickly grabbed the salt and the lighter fluid and tucking his gun under his arm, he began pouring them onto the body. Just as he finished, the ghost returned for another attack, but Dean shot at it without hesitation. He quickly lit a match and threw it into the grave. A final wail stabbed through the roar of flames as the spirit was banished. He stood there for a minute, in memory of the poor bastard who had no rest in the afterlife then as the flames got smaller, he picked the shovel up to rebury the coffin.
He was patting the ground with the back of the shovel, when he heard movement behind him. He whirled around, gun ready but he was only greeted with a white light that hurt his eyes. Dean turned away from it, only looking back when he heard the thud of a heavy object. As he blinked the small white spots from his eyes, he noticed a body on the ground and Castiel between them.
"What the hell happened?" Dean asked confused.
"A demon" the angel answered. "It tried to attack you, while you were distracted. Are you alright?"
"Yes" Dean nodded. "Thanks."
"You're welcome."
"But why was a demon here waiting for me?" Dean asked as he examined the body. The man was dead and probably had been when the demon possessed him.
"I don't know" Castiel answered, sending a silent prayer up for the poor soul of the demon's host. "But it was surprised when I appeared before it. It didn't expect me to be with you."
During the angel's explanation, Dean found a piece of note in the guy's jacket pocket as he searched for any means of identification. Only one sentence was written on it.
"'Don't let him get away!'" Dean read it out loud.
"What could that mean?" Castiel asked in worry as Dean stood up, his eyes running through the writing over and over again. Suddenly, horror etched itself into Dean's features.
"Son of a bitch!" he cried out, crumpling the paper. He looked at the angel, who was watching him with concern.
"We have to get back to Sam!"
TBC
So, this is me spicing up a story. Did you like it? I apologize if this leads to a sorta clichéd thing, but I just want to show you how I write MPreg. I only wanted to make something out of it.
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