Title: Carry On Wayward Son

Author: Sesshomaru-gal

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: Dean must suffer the consequences after a hunt for a witch alters the Winchesters lives in a way they could never have imagined.

Characters: Dean, Sam, John, Bobby, Ellen, Jo.

Chapters: 4/9

Status: Complete

Disclaimer: All Supernatural characters are the property of the CW network and Eric Kripke. I do not own any rights to the show or characters. This fiction is for entertainment purposes only and I do not make any money off of it.

Notes/warnings: mpreg, long birth, sexual situations. This is not a wincest story. Any Latin used was found on various web pages, I have no idea what it actually says so I apologize in advance. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it! Comments are welcome and appreciated.

Chapter 4

Dean has reached his sixth month without anymore complications. It seems his main problem now is the constant mood swings. He can go from crying to laughing to being pissed off within a ten minute period on his bad days. His appetite and libido are in overdrive and the babies move constantly. Sam's sitting next to him on the couch rubbing his belly because the babies have been especially active today. He can't believe that the hormones would make Dean so agreeable to physical contact but he never complains and Sam suspects that he secretly enjoys it, though he would never call him on it. They are sitting there waiting for John and Bobby to finish up in the yard because the four of them are going for supplies and Dean has been going stir crazy sitting at the house. After a particularly hard kick Dean starts squirming, attempting to stand. Apparently the kick caught him straight on the bladder and he's afraid if he doesn't hit the bathroom soon he'll wet his pants. After Sam finally stops paying attention to his belly long enough to notice Dean's plight he helps him off of the couch. Dean moves as quickly as he is able with his large belly towards the bathroom only to have Jo run in right before he can. He starts pounding on the door.

"Dammit, Jo! Let me in there! I have to pee!"

"I got here first, you should have come in sooner."

"I can't move that fast anymore and it took several minutes just to get off the damn couch! Come on, I'm the one carrying twins here!"

"Go upstairs."

"That toilet's still busted. That's part of the reason we have to run into town."

"Go outside."

Dean is immediately horrified by the suggestion.

"I'm not peeing out there!"

"It never bothered you before."

"Yeah, but I had the right plumbing before! Come on, Jo, Don't be a bitch!"

She doesn't answer him and he starts pacing quickly in front of the door trying to keep his mind off of his current need. Sam's in the doorway watching him when he halts abruptly and curses. When he looks up, Sam can see tears welling up in his eyes and he notices his jeans are now wet. He goes over and tries to soothe Dean.

"Hey, Dean, it's alright. The later the pregnancy progresses the more likely you are to have an accident."

Dean brushes Sam's hand off of his shoulder right as Jo exits the bathroom, the heavy tears falling free.

"It's not alright, Sam! It wouldn't have happened if Jo had just let me in there first!"

Dean turns just as Jo is approaching him and Sam.

"Damn, Dean, take a chill pill. It's not the first time you've wet yourself since you became pregnant and I bet it wont be the last."

Ellen, Bobby and John come walking in right as Deans open palm slaps Jo's cheek. It gets so quiet you could hear a pin drop and nobody knows what to say. Nobody moves until Dean walks out of the room and makes his way upstairs. Jo reaches up to rub her face as Ellen walks over to find out what happened. Jo is still too stunned to say anything so Sam answers.

"Dean really had to pee but Jo wouldn't let him have the bathroom first and he peed himself."

Ellen walks over to the freezer and pulls out an ice pack to put on Jo's face. Sam decides to go up after Dean and make sure he's ok. When he walks into the room, Dean is sitting on the floor at the end of the bed with his knees drawn up, his arms wrapped around them and his face buried into his knees. He has changed into pajama pants and his jeans are on the floor next to the hamper. Sam can hear him sobbing so he sits on the floor beside him and starts rubbing his back. John walks up to check on them but stays at the doorway. Sam tries to console his brother.

"Hey, why don't you come back downstairs. It's ok, Dean you have nothing to be ashamed of."

Dean doesn't look up when he starts talking.

"Those were my last clean pair of jeans that still fit, Sam! All's I have left now are pajama pants."

"That's ok, we'll do a load of laundry in a while. I thought you liked wearing pajama pants."

"Yeah, when I'm staying here! But I was going to ride with you guys into town!"

"You still can, Dean."

"No, I can't! They were almost done in the yard and they were going to leave as soon as they came back in!"

Bobby comes walking up behind John, who goes walking over to his sons and gets Dean to look at him.

"Dean, me and Bobby aren't leaving right away."

Bobby speaks up.

"Dean, we still have some work to do out there that we need daylight for. We'll get your clothes cleaned up and dried and I bet you'll be ready before we are."

John looks back to Dean nodding.

"We're not leaving for a while yet, you can still come with us, son. Now why don't you come back downstairs for a while, I'm sure Sam'll get you some lunch while you wait on your clothes. You'll probably even have time for a nap before we go."

Dean nods, wiping his face with one of his hands as Sam and John help him stand. Bobby collects all of his dirty laundry and takes it downstairs as Sam and John walk with Dean. They get him downstairs and John and Bobby head back outside for a while. Sam and Dean are walking through the library when Dean stops short. Sam glances back and sees Dean is glaring at Jo and he has fresh tears falling down his cheeks. Sam goes back over to him and gets him to sit on the couch. He goes into the kitchen to make something for Dean to eat. Jo gets up from the table and goes into the library to apologize to Dean but he won't even look at her.

"Dean, I am so sorry. I was just goofing around, I didn't mean to upset you."

Dean keeps looking away when he answers her.

"Go away, Jo. I don't want to talk to you right now."

She hesitates but then goes back into the kitchen and sits down at the table. Sam finishes making Deans lunch and after he has eaten and gotten dressed the four men go into town for some supplies.

Dean is eight months along now and Sam is still trying to find out more information on the spell. As it turns out, the spell is centuries old, its roots appearing to go back to ancient Rome. Part of the spells purpose is to cause more than normal misery in the male carrying the baby. All of the symptoms are more intense, and in some cases the spell itself will cause the host to miscarry if the witch performing the spell so wants it. He has also discovered that the spell is one typically passed down through a family of witches, from mother to daughter, meaning whoever uses the spell has to be a natural born witch. He hasn't been able to locate the witch since they destroyed her alter and managed to remove her magical ability. So far as he can tell, Dean shouldn't have anymore complications with the pregnancy. He wishes he could find out more but the spell is so old that sources are very limited. Sam's sitting at the desk in the library when Dean comes walking over to him with a couple of dishes full of food. Sam closes his laptop in frustration as Dean sits down on the couch, watching Sam curiously. Sam gets up and sits next to Dean on the couch but nearly gags when he sees the gourmet Dean has in front of him. He has a bowl of chocolate ice cream with hot sauce and pickles, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with banana and ketchup, a couple of chocolate donuts and a glass of milk. Dean offered him some and Sam politely declined.

"How can you eat that?"

Dean looks down at the food in his lap and shrugs.

"The babies want it, and what the babies want the babies get."

He smirks when Sam gets pale as he digs into his ice cream concoction.

"Dude, that's just gross."

Dean just laughs. He's about to take a bite out of an ice cream covered pickle when he gasps and drops it back into the bowl. Sam is immediately alarmed, this late in the pregnancy Dean could go into labor at any time and pregnancies with multiples usually go sooner.

"Dean, are you okay?"

Dean sits back up and gives his brother a reassuring smile.

"I'm fine, Sam. They just both kicked at the same time, took my breath away is all."

Sam sits back and starts to relax. He hesitantly places a hand on Dean's enormous belly and can feel the babies moving under the skin. He still can't believe that in just a short time they'll have two babies to take care of. Some days when Dean doesn't realize it Sam just watches him. Once Dean came to terms with being pregnant he seemed to have that stereotypical pregnancy glow about him. When the mood swings aren't ruining his day he is genuinely happy, they have all noticed but nobody wanted to say anything in front of Dean. They were afraid he would get embarrassed and pull away if they did. Dean finishes his meal and Sam takes his dishes into the kitchen to be washed. Jo comes in and gives Dean a kiss before affectionately rubbing his stomach. Dean suddenly has the strong urge to pee so she helps him up and he waddles as fast as he can to the bathroom. He comes out right as Bobby and Ellen come into the kitchen carrying groceries. Deans face lights up when John comes in with a chocolate cake. He immediately slices himself a big piece and refills his glass with milk. Sam just laughs at him. These days Dean can't seem to fill his stomach no matter how much he eats. Once he's finished he excuses himself and lays down on the couch for a much deserved nap.

Dean makes it through his ninth month without any verbal complaints. They can all tell how exhausted and sore he is, walking around with his belly as huge as it is, but he never says anything about it. His feet are so swollen most days he has to wear slippers that John had gotten for him and he uses a heating pad on his back quite a bit. Everyone is in the kitchen talking and finishing up cleaning after lunch as Dean relaxes on the couch with his feet propped up on a pillow on the coffee table. He had long given up on wearing jeans and since his seventh month has just worn pajama pants because of how stretchy and more comfortable they are. John keeps glancing in at him, watching for any signs of distress. After a while he notices Dean shifting with a frown on his face. As he watches, Dean lowers his feet to the floor and scoots to the edge of the couch, rubbing his swollen abdomen. After a few minutes and several failed attempts Dean finally manages to stand up and makes it into the bathroom. When he finally comes back out, he is rubbing his stomach with both hands, frown firmly in place. John walks over to him and asks if he is okay. Dean shakes his head yes and starts moving again when John stops him.

"What's the matter, Dean?"

"Nothing. I'm just cramping up really bad."

The cramping keeps intensifying and Dean gasps. John grabs him and helps him over to the couch.

"Dean, is it a contraction?"

Dean looks at John with confused and scared eyes.

"I don't know! How the hell am I supposed to know what a contraction feels like?"

Dean turns away from him, closing his eyes and hunching over slightly as the strong cramping continues. Dean starts panting heavily and John places his palm across Deans belly to feel that it is rock hard. Sam comes walking in and sits down on Deans other side. John is rubbing Deans back when he addresses Sam.

"He's having contractions."

Before Sam can respond Dean sits back up and slows his breathing.

"Are you okay, son?"

Dean just nods his head and leans back into the couch. The labor progresses smoothly from that point. The contractions had already started out at ten minutes apart and while they are intense, the pain is still somewhat manageable. Unfortunately, much to Dean's dismay, the labor is not progressing as quickly as he had hoped. He's in labor with the contractions getting closer and more intense for twelve hours before his water breaks, and it's another fourteen hours before he gets the urge to start pushing. By this point the contractions are five minutes apart and he is exhausted. He pushes for an hour before the first baby starts to crown. John and Sam are up near the headboard of Deans bed helping hold him up and are letting him grasp their hands when the pain starts to become too much. Ellen is at the foot of the bed to catch the babies when they're born and Bobby is going back and forth, getting whatever Ellen calls out for. Jo is sitting on the bed rubbing Deans belly through the contractions and trying to help hold his knees up. As another contraction starts Ellen talks to Dean who is whimpering, coaching him through it.

"Alright, now Dean, the first baby's head is almost out. A couple more good pushes and you'll be there."

Dean doesn't say anything, just groans through the contractions. When he finally feels the first baby leave his body he falls back against John, eyes closed and panting. Bobby hands Ellen some clean towels so she can clean and wrap up the baby after the cord is cut. As the baby takes full advantage of the new found lung capacity Ellen announces happily that Dean has a son. The baby is handed to Bobby who can't help but grin at the newest member of the Winchester family, who is wailing his distress to the world. He hands the baby to John who turns the baby so Sam can see.

"Oh my god, Dean, he looks just like you!"

Dean is too tired to look up and the exhaustion is clear in his voice.

"I don't care, Sammy. I just want this to be done. How much longer is this going to be?"

"I don't know, Dean. My research indicated labor can be anywhere from a few hours to a few days."

"Damn, it, Sam! I don't want to hear that!"

He grabs onto Sam's hand as he is gripped with another contraction and his brother tries to keep him calm through it.

"Easy, Dean. Just take slow, deep breaths."

As the contraction wanes Dean lays back down against the pillows and he looks apologetically to Sam.

"I'm sorry, Sammy. I'm just really tired. I just want her to come out already."

He leans back and closes his eyes as he slows his breathing some more. Sam rubs his thumb across the back of Deans hand.

"I know, Dean. It'll be over soon."

After a few more contractions Dean finally manages to fall asleep for a while.

Dean has been in labor for fifty hours before he finally gets the urge to start pushing again. He tries pushing his second baby out for a couple of hours but doesn't seem to make any progress. As he falls back against his pillows sobbing and breathless it's clear to everyone that he is struggling. He rolls onto his side drawing his legs up as another contraction hits.

"Please make it stop! It really hurts! Please, you have to give me something for the pain, these contractions are killing me!"

John starts rubbing his arm and begins speaking.

"Son, we can't give you anything. Just hang in there, you're almost there."

"Please, Dad! I hurt so bad! Please! I'll be good, I swear! Give me something, anything, just make the pain stop! I'll stop being an ass, I'll be good, I won't argue, I'll do whatever you say, I swear, I'll be good, just please make it stop!"

"Dean, we're not trying to punish you. We don't have anything that is safe to give you. We can't risk anything that can hurt the baby. Just breathe and before you know it she'll be here. I'm so proud of you, son. There's a lot of people that wouldn't have been able to do any of this."

Sam agrees with John before addressing Dean.

"Dean, you are doing so good and you're almost there. We just need you to hang on a little bit longer."

Before Dean can reply his body is wracked with another intense contraction. He groans loudly into his pillow and starts sobbing before turning pain filled eyes up to Sam.

"Sammy, why won't she come out?"

"I don't know. I guess she likes it in there too much. Just keep breathing and in a few minutes you can try to push again."

"Sammy, I don't think I can. It doesn't feel right, it doesn't feel like it did the first time. Please just cut her out. I don't want to do this anymore."

John and Sam share a look. They know Dean is becoming increasingly more exhausted as the hours pass by. They let him rest for a while before getting him to push again, screaming as the contraction ends. They realize that he is suddenly really pale and he starts whimpering.

"Dad, I don't feel so good."

Ellen lifts up the sheet to check his progress and realizes he is bleeding. John catches the look on her face and asks her and Bobby out into the hall to find out what is wrong. When they come back into the room they don't say anything in front of Dean because the last thing he needs right now is a panic attack. Bobby takes confused Sam and Jo out into the hallway to let them know what is going on. They reenter the room as Ellen takes a couple of her fingers and inserts them into Deans birth canal to see if she can feel how far down the head is but is startled by what she discovers.

"Guys, we have a problem."

John looks over at her. Luckily Dean seems to be oblivious to their discussion.

"I think the baby is breech. I can't feel the head, it feels like the feet are down."

John curses under his breath and he and Sam get Dean to sit up as far as he can to try to help move the baby down enough for Ellen to try to help pull it out. It takes another hour before Ellen is able to grasp the feet and help pull the baby free. Dean feels a sharp pain and burning as his second baby is pulled free. Ellen notices that he has ripped, but it's not serious and once the afterbirth is delivered the bleeding stops. Ellen is still working on the baby when Dean starts to panic.

"Why isn't she crying? He started crying when he came out, why isn't she crying? Is she okay? Did I do something wrong?"

He starts sobbing and is nearly hyperventilating before Ellen speaks up.

"Shh, Dean. She's fine. She's breathing and is a good color. I don't know why she isn't crying, but she's just fine. I guess she just isn't all about the drama like her brother."

Dean looks around at them all for confirmation before he leans back and starts to relax. Ellen continues to clean Dean up as both the babies are brought over to him and placed on his chest. Tears are streaming down his cheeks as he looks first at his son, and then at his daughter. It takes him a minute to realize why she looks so familiar and gasps once it hits him.

"Oh my god, she looks like mom."

John nods his head but doesn't say anything because he's choked up as well. Sam's the first one to say anything.

"So, do we get to hear their names yet?"

Dean just smiles at his babies for a moment. The little boy is still letting everyone know how unhappy he is, but the little girl has yet to make a sound. She can't take her eyes off of Dean and everybody notices the instant connection she has with her father. She seems to be studying him, reading him. Dean nods his head and finally answers Sam.

"His name is Robert John, and hers is Mary Ellen."