Author's Note 1: This entry is a response for the prompt made over at the Spn_hardcore meme: kink-mpreg:
Grabbed by worshipers of the Boy King, Dean is set to be the main attraction in a summoning/consort perfecting ritual. Dean is tied to an altar and given something to drink that sets his body on fire, making him hard, but he isn't allowed to cum until the Boy King lets him so his cock is wrapped in a tight cock ring.
As part of the ritual, every believer gets a turn at fucking Dean – filling him with their cum, slicking his passage so they can plug Dean with larger and larger plugs, to keep all the cum in and to stretch his hole to receive the Boy King's large cock.
Bonus points: (1) Dean still believes Sam will "save" him until Sam becomes an active participant in the ritual; (2) Sam fucks Dean talking dirty and telling Dean how lovely Dean will look heavy with Sam's children.
Warnings! See first chapter, please.
There may be more warnings added later...but for now, you have been warned!
Author's Note 2:Okie dokie, kiddies…darkness at last…oh…but we have so much farther to go… *wicked laugh*
As always, this is not for profit, I do not own any characters or ideas from the show, I have merely created my own little world in which they are visiting. I'll give them back, Kripke…eventually…maybe…
Chapter Eight:
One Person's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure…
One day, while Dean was curled in his usual corner of the couch, the door beep and clicked open, not really unusual, because attendants were in and out several times a day, but this time was different, he just didn't know it yet. Instead of an attendant, it was the High Priest himself that had come again. That, in and of itself did not bode well, Dean thought, because every time he came near him, it meant something painful, terrifying and horrible was about to happen to him. Dean immediately tensed, curling in tighter as the High Priest came to sit near him. Dean was practically shaking, the anticipation of whatever was coming next was making him feel sick again. After staring at him for a long moment, seemingly examining him like some bug under a microscope, the High Priest finally spoke.
"I am gladdened to see that you are looking well, my son. You had us all very worried for your well being as well as the baby's. I truly did not want to be have to force you to eat and take care of yourself. It would have been so stressful and unhealthy for the child and yourself to have to go that route but, thankfully, it became unnecessary. That is very good news, my boy, very good indeed. I have been meaning to come check on you for some time, my child, but things have been a bit mad here as of late so it has taken me a bit longer than I would have liked to stop by. The reason for my visit is actually two-fold: I wanted to check on your well-being and I also wanted to return this to you..." Veran said, holding out his palm in which something sat coiled.
Dean didn't have to lean forward and look to recognize exactly what the older man held in his hand. He would never in his life be able to forget the object the priest held out to him. It was his pendant. The pendant he had worn for 15 years of his life, a beloved present from the person that had mattered most, that he had loved most in the world: Sam. Seeing that once cherished object again now made him curl in tighter, his body rocking with sickness at the very thought of having it near him. It was a devastating reminder of everything he had lost, everything he had tried so hard to forget so that he could even function on the most basic levels any more. He turned away from it and began to sob.
"No…" he whispered, "…I don't want it anymore…" Dean choked out.
Veran studied him, head tilting in puzzlement. The boy had fought tooth and nail to hold on to the necklace the night of the ritual. When the attendants had brought it to him after they had cleaned the ritual room, he had assumed it had been dropped accidently in the heat of the moment when the Boy King had consummated with his Consort that night. He didn't understand why the boy wouldn't want back something that had obviously been highly important to him.
"But it is yours, my child. You fought to keep it during the ritual. It seemed to give you some measure of peace and strength that night, so why would you not want it back now?"
Dean was shaking, that night swarming back over him once again. He couldn't take it. He snatched the abominable object from the priest's hand and threw it as far away from him as he could as he screamed out in rage.
"I don't want it! I never want to see it again, ever! It means NOTHING to me now! Leave! Take the damnable thing with you and throw it away, destroy, I don't care!" Dean screamed before bolting off the couch for the bathroom and slamming the door shut behind him.
Veran was terribly confused, but clearly, the boy was highly agitated at the moment and rather then causing more stress to the boy and the child, he decided to take his leave. He would talk to the Boy King and see if he couldn't figure out what was wrong. Veran stood and strode toward the door, stopping to retrieve the pendant as he left. As he was about to walk away from the Boy King and Consort's quarters, the Boy King himself came around the corner. 'What a convenient happenstance' he thought, for now he wouldn't have to interrupt the lord's busy schedule later on.
"Good day, my lord."
"Good day, Veran. What brings you by?" Sam asked, slightly concerned and hoping something hadn't happened with Dean again. He had been doing much better for a while and Sam hoped he would keep going on that track.
"Truthfully, my lord, I came to check on the Consort. I have been meaning to stop in and check on his health for a little while now. I was gladdened to see he is well again finally. I also came to return this, my lord. The attendants found it when they cleaned the ritual room and I have been meaning to bring it by for sometime now. I apologize that is has been so long, my lord. The Consort seemed rather attached to it the night of the ritual, in fact he had been ready to fight the attendant that tried to take it from him that night. I allowed him to keep it with him, I saw no harm in it and it seemed to give him comfort and strength to hold on to it during the ritual." Veran said, pausing.
"My God, Dean's pendant! I can't believe I didn't realize he didn't have it! Thank you so much for returning it, Veran. I'm sure Dean will be so relieved to have it back. It's something I gave him a long time ago and he's never been without it since! Thank you so much!" Sam practically gushed with happiness and relief.
Veran frowned, a deep crease breaking across his forehead, which in turn made Sam's grin slip a little and a worried crease of his own appeared.
"What is it, Veran?" Sam asked, worry creeping into him once again.
"Well my lord, when I tried just now to return the pendant to the Consort, he got very agitated and wouldn't take it. When I tried to question him as to why he wouldn't take something that had obviously been important to him, he became even more agitated. He grabbed it from me and threw it. He said he didn't want it, that he never wanted to see it ever again and that I should throw it away or destroy it, he didn't care which and then he ran into the bathroom and slammed the door. Rather than risking agitating him more and possibly harming him or the child with the stress it could cause him, I decided to take my leave and bring it to you at a later date. I happened upon you just now and it seemed like the opportune moment to hand it over to you and explain what had happened with your Consort." Veran said.
Sam swallowed hard. Dean had tried to throw away something that had seemingly always meant so much to him. Sam was having a hard time reconciling Dean turning away something the he had once admitted was utterly precious to him, something Sam had given to him with absolute love and had been thrilled and honored when Dean had kept it with and on him always. It just didn't make sense. Sam was hurt that Dean had suddenly decided he didn't want it any more. 'How could he just throw it away like it meant nothing to him?' Sam thought. 'I don't know what the Hell is going on but I'm sure it has to be a mistake…Dean could never be that hurtful on purpose, not to me…It has to just be some kind of misunderstanding, that's all…' Sam decided. He held out his hand to take the pendant and looked on it for a long moment.
"Thank you, Veran. I'll get to the bottom of it." Sam said quietly, glancing up at the High Priest for a moment before nodding his ascent that the older man could take his leave. Veran bowed deeply.
"As you wish, my lord" he said as he took his leave.
Sam entered his quarters, puzzled and a little hurt. He knew Dean couldn't have meant it. He had probably just been lashing out. Dean didn't like Veran very much, that much was pretty obvious by how he acted around the older man. Also, Dean was still adjusting to their new life. Sam had known Dean would struggle with it at first, he had known Dean would probably be stir crazy and surly and temperamental because of the restrictions he now lived under. No more driving the Impala, no more hunting or random diners or random women… Sam knew Dean was a bit of a nomad and free spirit so he had been prepared for Dean to fight him on all the changes they had had to make recently and Dean had fought him. He had fought hard and Sam hadn't been really that surprised that he had lashed out, he had only been somewhat surprised by the paths that Dean had taken to lash out. Sam had always know that Dean felt things very deeply, he'd just always been very good at hiding and burying his emotions. As of late, Dean had shown more emotion then Sam had ever seen and although it had been rough, Sam had been gladdened that his brother had finally started to let some of them out instead of bottling them up inside and letting them fester.
Sam decided that his big brother's emotions had just gotten the better of him that day and he'd said and done things he hadn't really meant, like that time that Dean had punched him during the hunt they had paired up with Gordon Walker on before realizing what a raging fucking psycho he was. Relief flooded Sam. 'That must be it.' he thought. Sam looked at the pendant lovingly for a moment, taking in the sad state of the leather thong that had held it close to his brother's body for so long. It was tattered and broken now. Sam tsked to himself, thinking that that just wouldn't do. It was then that a brilliant idea struck him. He'd already been planning to give his big brother something special, something he'd seen when he had had to study for various elective classes while going for his law degree, now so long ago. The idea had stuck with him, sitting in the back of his mind all this time until he had taken on the mantel of Boy King and had taken Dean as his Consort and it just became something he had longed to see that he could finally make happen.
Sam smiled, the mere thought of what he was going to do making him excited and very happy. Sam put the beloved object away for now. He let Dean stew in the bathroom for a bit, letting him cool down. He knew Dean needed space sometimes and he was going to give it to him for right now. Sam set about putting his plan and ideas on paper. Tomorrow, he had a very special stop to make. In the mean time, he settled into the couch and patiently waited for his beloved to join him for the night.
A/N: Ok! Another chapter for y'all, just in time for the holiday! So...Happy Thanksgiving!
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