Author's Note: This story was written for my dear friend Melissa's birthday. I've never written for this fandom before, but I hope it turned out okay!
Dreamlover
It all started with a dream. Not any ordinary dream, but one of erotic loving unlike anything Sam had ever felt before. It had taken his breath away and he awakened covered in sweat. He finally let out a gasp, remembering every single kinky detail of that passion-filled dream that Lucifer had sent him. It was as if it had actually happened. Sam felt so fulfilled. His breathing eventually slowed and he went back to sleep, feeling a final soft caress on his cheek. His eyes popped open. He could see the outline of a figure standing over his bed. Lucifier's eyes were glowing. "I am here, Sam. We are two halves of the same whole. I'll always be here."
The days that followed the dream were strange. Sam felt a bit as if he were in a dream world. He tried to concentrate on everything his brother said, but when Dean spoke, Sam's thoughts would be with Lucifer, even though he hadn't seen him since that fateful night.
"Sam, are you okay?" Dean asked with concern. "You haven't been acting right."
"I- I am just distracted," Sam replied. "I had this dream... about Lucifer."
"Another one? What did he do this time?"
"I'd rather not say," Sam breathed. He prefered to keep it to himself... not just because of what his brother might say, but because it was special to his heart. It had been everything he imagined and so much more. He had wanted it. He had needed it. There was no way he could put that into words that Dean could understand.
"I wish he'd leave you the fu¢k alone," Dean said under his breath.
Alone. Away from Lucifer. That wasn't what Sam wanted anymore. But the trouble was that Lucifer hadn't appeared since that night. Sam hadn't been having anymore kinky dreams. Lucifer hadn't turned up to taunt him, tease him, or to touch him in a soft caress. Sam didn't know what was going on, but something had changed and shifted. Sam wasn't sure if he liked it or not. He didn't want to lose his connection to Lucifer. Maybe it was fading. Then he heard Lucifer's words in his head, "I am here, Sam. We are two halves of the same whole. I'll always be here." Those words made him finally snap out of it.
"Nothing's wrong, Dean," Sam insisted. "What were you saying before?"
Dean began to speak, repeating everything he had said earlier when Sam had been zoned out. This time Sam actually listened. He was acting like himself again. Dean was pleased.
That is until a few days later, when Sam got incredibly sick. The room was spinning and he felt nauseated for the upteenth time. After about a week of that, Dean was worried. "What's going on with you?" Dean asked.
"Nothing... Uhhhh - I think it's just a stomach bug. I'll be okay."
"Seriously? You can't even keep water down. You need to go see a doctor or something."
"No, I just need to rest. I'll be fine," Sam insisted. "Just go away. I want to be alone."
"Okay," Dean said with a heavy sigh, walking out of the room to give Sam some privacy. His brother looked awful, there were dark circles under his eyes. He probably didn't want Dean to see him throwing up again.
After Dean was gone, Sam lay his head back on the pillow, trying to take some deep, calming breaths. It was no use, he was starting to feel that gnawing ache in his stomach again. What the hell was wrong with him?!
Suddenly Lucifer appeared at his bedside in full form. There was something in his eyes that Sam could not discern. "Where have you been?"
Sam wanted to yell, but the words would not come out. Part him felt relief that Lucifer had actually come back to his side, yet another part was embarrassed as he was so incredibly sick and didn't want his dreamlover to see him this way.
"Am I going to die?" Sam asked, reaching out and softly touching Lucifer's hand, grazing his fingers.
There was a hint of a smile on Lucifer's lips. "No, you won't die. I wouldn't let that happen to you," Lucifer stated. "Your body is going through changes... massive changes, inside of you."
"What are you talking about? This is just a bad case of the flu. The worst case I have ever had."
Lucifer slowly shook his head, laying his hand over Sam's. A spark went through both of them like a shot of electric current. Sam felt instantly better, at least marginally. The pain he had been feeling in his gut began to ease. His eyes were locked to Lucifer's, waiting for some sort of explanation.
"You don't have the flu," Lucifer said, his voice soft, like the smoothest caress. "You see, you've been chosen. By me. To carry my off-spring, a half-human, half-angel baby. This is the highest honor that can be given to you."
"What?" Sam choked out, half with disbelief and half with fear that it was true. With Lucifer's powers and his strong connection to him, he knew it could be possible. He could be carrying Lucifer's... child. "How- how did this happen?"
Lucifer gave Sam a sexy smile, making him feel longing in every part of his body. Then there was a flash of rememberance of that dream he had about a month ago. The most erotic and satisfying dream of his life, starring sexy Lucifer, taking him in every single position possible until he had been incredibly satisfied and so tantantalizing sore.
"You... you... that night. We-."
Sam was nearly inccoherent as he tried to convey his thoughts to Lucifer, who raised a single finger to Sam's lips, pressing against them lightly. "Shhhh. You don't have to say anything. I can read your thoughts... along with your fears. I'd never let any harm come to you. Or our child."
Sam's hand, the one that wasn't beneath Lucifer's moved to his abdomen, touching it as thoughts consumed him. A child. How could that even be possible that he would be the vessel to carry Lucifer's offspring? They had always had a connection, a soul-flame, but pregnancy... this was beyond his comprehension.
"This may take a while for you to get used to," Lucifer said, undoubtably reading Sam's mind. "It will be alright, Sammy. Just wait until you feel our baby, kicking within you."
"I - I don't think I want this," Sam said softly. "You didn't ask me if I wanted..."
"I was afraid you'd say no," Lucifer admitted. "But I wanted a piece of you and a piece of me in this world. A connection we'll always have, stronger than any other. A child. Don't you want to have my baby?"
Sam's gaze was locked to Lucifer's, a soft breath coming from his lips when he remembered that magical night when their child had been conceived. Something had happened that night. Their bond had deepened even further. It totally entrenched his heart now. His soul was bound to Lucifer's. There was no one else Lucifer could have possibly chosen to carry his offspring. Sam was meant to have his baby.
"I want it. I just don't know how this will work. I am a man. My body isn't meant to carry a baby. How...?"
A thousand questions were tumbling through Sam's head. He was worried, especially about the birth. Lucifer slid his hand down Sam's body in a soft caress, feeling the connection of their child as he lay his hand over Sam's abdomen. "Everything will be alright. Your body is changing to provide the perfect place for our child to grow and to thrive. And when the time is right, I will be here to bring our little one into the world."
All of Sam's fears began to fade away. He had faith that Lucifer would see that all would go well and there would be a safe delivery. "I never thought I'd be a dad. Not after I met you. My whole life has changed," Sam said softly.
"Yes, you'll be the daddy, and I will be the baby's father. When I am here on earth, I can interact with our child."
"What will the child be like?" Sam asked, knowing that the little one was half-angel and half-human.
"Perfect... because the child will be ours."
Sam wanted Lucifer to stay, but he was fading fast. "When will you be back?" he questioned.
"Soon. I will be there in your dreams tonight. And don't worry, the nausea and dizziness will leave you now. You need to nourish our child."
Sam felt a brush of lips against his own, then Lucifer was gone. And for the first time in days, that yucky sickness had completely left him. He felt intense hunger. Junior must be wanting nourishment. Still awed by the fact that he was carrying Lucifer's baby, he climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen. Dean was cooking breakfast.
"Hey, you look a lot better. Want something to eat?"
"Yeah. I am starved."
"Good, I am making pancakes."
"Dean, there is something I gotta tell you. Promise me you won't freak out."
"Okay," said Dean as he stood over the stove, flipping the pancakes on the griddle.
"I am gonna be a dad."
"You're- you're gonna be a WHAT?"
"A dad," Sam repeated.
"Well - well, who's the lucky lady?" Dean asked as he didn't know that his brother had been dating anyone.
"Uhhh ... it's kind of hard to explain. There isn't a lucky lady. Lucifer is the father."
"What? Just what the hell have you gotten yourself into? Agreeing to carry Lucifer's child?! That's insane!"
"Look, I didn't intend for it to happen... I didn't even fathom it, but it did and I am happy about it. So, I hope you'll be happy about it, too. After all, you are the baby's uncle."
"I am uncle to a what - Lucifer's spawn? A half-angel, half-human hybrid? Sam! What kind of kid will you turn out to have?"
"A very special kid. So unique. The baby will be mine, my child. You have to accept this or I'll... " Sam's words cut off. He had to put the life of his baby above his brother and if Dean was going to be judgmental, he knew he couldn't deal with the constant negativity.
"Are you and your baby daddy gonna move in with each other?" Dean asked. He took the pancakes off the griddle and gave a stack of them on a plate to Sam who accepted them gratefully as he was starving.
Sam smeared some butter on the pancakes and covered them in syrup. "I want to stay here. For now at least. You're my brother. We are family. But this child I carry is family, too. You have to accept that. I have."
Dean watched as Sam was attacking his breakfast. A deep sigh came from his throat. "Alright. So you and Lucifer made a baby. I guess I can deal with that. But how exactly will you... birthe it?"
Sam stopped between bites of his delicious meal. "Not worried about it. Lucifer said he'll take care of everything. I will be fine and so will the child."
Dean handed Sam a tall glass of milk. "Drink up... and finish everything on your plate. You're eating for two now."
"Thanks," Sam said... and he wasn't just thankful for the milk and the pancakes. His brother had decided to not hassle him about carrying Lucifer's offspring. He knew Dean didn't like their close bond, but it was too far gone now. Sam was connected to Lucifer in everyway possible; they were deeply entrenched to each other.
"So, have you thought of any baby names?" Dean asked as he took a seat at the table with his own stack of pancakes. "How about Dean for a boy... and if it's a girl, you can name her Mary, after our mother?"
"Nope, haven't thought of any names yet," answered Sam afer taking a long sip of of his milk. His thoughts were on the baby then, what he or she would like like and how he'd feel as a dad.
"You're daydreaming again. Lucifer?" Sam asked.
"No, just thinking about what the baby will be like. Will it be a girl or a boy? What kind of powers will it have? Those sort of things."
Sam had polished off nearly all of the pancakes and most of his milk. "Can't eat anymore," he said, pushing his plate away. "That really hit the spot though."
"Glad that you and Lucifer's little spawn approve of my cooking," Dean said with a small chuckle. "So weird to think... my younger brother's pregnant... with Lucifer's baby."
Sam gave his brother a half smile. "I am going back to bed now. I'm exhausted."
"But you've spent nearly a full month in bed," Dean protested. "Does this mean I have to mow the lawn... again?"
"Hey, my body is going through changes. I am growing a kid in here," Sam stated, placing his hand on his abdomen.
"That's just weird. But whatever. It's Lucifer we are talking about here. Why on earth did he decide to knock you up?"
"You'd never understand."
"I guess not. Get some rest. We'll talk later."
Sam returned to his room and crawled into bed. He thought about Lucifer and the erotic dream, wishing he could have it again. Wanting to feel Lucifer's hands all over him, his hot breath caressing his skin. His tongue tracing every part of him. Suddenly he wasn't alone in his bed. "I heard you calling out for me," Lucifer said, pressing his body against Sam's. Sam could feel Lucifer's steely erection pressing against his A$$.
"We have never had sex here before," Sam breathed. "Only in my dreams."
"Are you saying you want me here... now?" Lucifer asked, sliding a hand into the front of Sam's sweatpants, caressing his way down to Sam's hardening co¢k.
"Will it feel as good here as it does in my dreams?"
"Hopefully better."
"Then yeah, I want you. I need to feel you inside me. All of you."
Sam felt Lucifer's mouth on his shoulder, then a tender, erotic bite that made him shiver. Suddenly Sam was naked as Lucifer took control. When he pushed inside of him, Sam let out a groan of intense pleasure. "Ohhh yeah, this is Heaven."
As Lucifer thrust inside of Sam, his sharp nails grazed Sam's skin. "I wish I could be inside of you forever, connected like this."
"We'll always be a part of each other," Sam stated.
Lucifer thrust harder, his movements making Sam moan. "You're mine. We belong to each other."
"Yes!" Sam cried out as Lucifer suddenly squeezed his co¢k as he took him behind. When Lucifer exploded inside him, it was like fireworks.
Lucifer seemed to recover quickly, pushing Sam down on his back and straddling his body. "Do you want me to suck your co¢k? Make you cum?"
There was an ache between his asscheeks that couldn't be denied but that only made Sam want Lucifer more. He was begging for Lucifer to finish what he started and bring him to orgasm. So Lucifer did... more than once, draining Sam of his essence.
"How was that?" Lucifer asked, looming above his lover, Sam's seed clinging to his lips.
"Mmmm," was all Sam could say, his limbs like liquid as he tried to keep his thoughts straight after his mind-blowing orgasms.
Lucifer let out a rare chuckle, his mouth lowering to Sam's so he could taste himself in the kinky kiss. "Don't leave this time," Sam practically begged as the kiss ended. "Stay with me."
"I won't leave you, Sammy," Lucifer promised. "Get some sleep."
Sam dozed off, held in Lucifer's arms, but when he woke up later, his lover was gone. He had disappeared again. Sam felt an ache that spread through his chest... a desperate longing. How would they co-parent their child if Lucifer was always going off somewhere?
Reluctantly Sam got up and decided to take a shower. He felt the rushing water on his skin, refreshing him. He grabbed a bar of soap, cleansing his skin. It felt exhilerating as the beads of water hit his flesh. As he ran a sudsy hand down his body, he suddenly realized his belly had grown. There was a bump. His unborn child had grown. What the fu¢k?!
Then he felt a little kick from within. The baby had moved. Sam panicked. "Lucifer!" he called out.
"What in the...?" Sam muttered as his lover appeared, thrillingly naked and in the shower with him. Sam pointed down at his growing stomach.
"Oh... I forgot to tell you. Everytime we have sex, the pregnancy will progress."
Sam's eyes widened. "So, what about blow jobs? Do those count, too? If I do you, then you do me, does that mean the baby grows twice as much?"
"Ohhh, Sammy... Sammy. You worry too much. You shouldn't get so stressed out. Let me worry about everything, okay?"
"I have a child growing inside me. I just woke up this morning and found out I was chosen to carry your heir. How am I supposed to feel? I have never been through anything like this before. I am not sure if..."
After a moment of being upset, Sam tried to calm down. Lucifer had reached for a soapy washcloth and began to cleanse Sam's skin. Sam tingled wherever Lucifer touched. Sam was pleasantly distracted.
"I want to be here with you and experience everything, but sometimes I can't be. Sometimes I'll have to go. But all you need to do is call out for me and I'll be there. You're a part of me always."
After their steamy shower, Sam and Lucifer returned to Sam's bedroom. "Let's talk about baby names," Sam suggested. It was far more real now, since he'd felt the baby move inside him. He and Lucifer were having a child... a very special baby.
"How about Gabriela Mary if we have a daughter?" suggested Sam. "An angel name because she's half-angel and Mary after my mother?"
"That would be amazing. I'll come up with the boy's name. We'll call him Xadon Samuel William."
"You want to name him after me?" Sam said in awe.
"Of course, you are his daddy; his main caretaker. You carry him in your body. You nurture him. He should be named after you."
Lucifer's face practically glowed and it made Sam feel so proud. "You already know it's going to be a boy, don't you?"
Lucifer did not reply, just gazed intensely into his lover's eyes. Sam felt Lucifer kiss him and he knew that kiss. It signified Lucifer had to say goodbye.
"You're going again?" Sam asked.
"I'll be back tonight. For that dream I promised you," Lucifier said before he faded away.
Xxx
The weeks passed and as the sexy dreams continued, just as Lucifer had explained, Sam's stomach grew larger. He mainly stayed inside the house, fearing anyone's reaction to his immense baby bump. No one would understand. He could lie and say he had grown a massive beer belly, but he doubted anyone would believe him. He was mostly alone except for rare vists from his passionate lover in dreams or while he was awake. Sometimes Dean was there, but their relationship was strained. Dean couldn't quite come to terms with his brother's condition and the fact that it was Lucifer who had given him a child.
As Sam ordered items online for the unborn baby, he became impatient. Being hugely pregnant was uncomfortable. He couldn't wait to meet the little person who was kicking him and keeping him awake all hours of the night. He was ordering a crib on his laptop when suddenly his lover appeared, sitting on the bed next to him.
"Where have you been?" Sam asked, not even glancing up because he could feel Lucifer's presence. They had an intense and deep connection.
"Not far. I have been watching over you. The baby is fully formed and ready to leave your body. Whenever you are ready."
"I am ordering the crib right now. It should be here within the week..."
Lucifer reached for Sam's laptop, setting it aside. "Sammy, don't worry about a crib. I can provide anything and everything our child needs. Just tell me you're ready."
Sam looked into Lucifer's eyes. "Will it hurt?" he asked. "Because I don't care if it does at this point. I have so many aches and pains. I just want it to end."
Lucifer shook his head. "There might be some discomfort. But I know how to make it better. You'll have to relax and trust me completely. Go lay down on the bed."
Sam settled himself on the bed, his head upon the pillow, breathing slowly and deeply, his hand on the giant mound of his abdomen. He was expecting the baby to be the size of toddler. His skin was so stretched it was almost translucent.
"Close your eyes... and relax completely. Put all your trust in me. Think about me, our connection, our child..."
As his eyes drifted shut, Sam listened to Lucifer's voice, letting it soothe him, letting it wash over him in a wave of protection. He felt so safe as he felt Lucifer's lips brush softly against his. "Keep your eyes closed, Sammy. Concentrate on everything I say." Lucifer said after the kiss had ended.
"Since our child can't be born in the usual way, I have to take it out. I can do this with very little pain because you are my other half. What we have will forever be unbroken. I will give you a child. Trust me. Just trust me."
Sam trusted Lucifer fully, but his heart was pounding, not knowing what to expect. He felt Lucifer brush his hand aside where it had been lying on his swollen middle. Lucifer lay his own hand over it and then Sam felt it. Claws, tugging at his skin, at his belly. Lucifer was attempting to take the baby out and it hurt.
Sam clenched his jaw, beginning to tense. Suddenly Lucifer's voice flooded his head. "Sammy, the pain will be over soon. Trust me. I wouldn't let anything hurt you."
"But this does hurt," Sam replied through the strength of their bond.
"It's a necessary hurt and it will be over soon. Then I promise, you'll be holding our baby."
There was of flood of comfort as Sam was awash in all he felt for Lucifer ... all of it hitting him at once, nearly drowning him. He forgot about the pain. The discomfort was easing as Lucifer had promised.
Sam had no idea that Lucifer was splitting Sam's skin, reaching inside and withdrawing a tiny being, half-angel and half-human. The baby was covered in blood and birthing fluids in which Lucifer instantly washed away with his powers. He was pleased as he looked at the child, but something wasn't right. He hadn't closed the wound yet, but...
Lucifer felt inside cautiously, feeling another tiny arm. Twins. He had never expected this. He withdrew a second little being, this one even smaller. He gazed at the beautiful creation. His and Sam's. Their child.
Cleaning the second baby as he did the first, he lay the little one next to the other as he put all his attention onto Sam, healing and closing the wound where the infants had emerged. Sam was so quiet, his breathing so shallow, that Lucifer was frantic as he put all his efforts into healing his lover.
Moments later, it was all over. Sam was better as though he had never carried a child at all. His body was entirely back to its normal state.
Sensing that it was time, Sam's eyes popped open. "I don't hear a baby crying," he said, looking up at Lucifer in alarm.
"I haven't given the breath of life yet."
Lucifer picked up the firstborn and blew his breath into the baby's face. Tiny eyes opened as the infant stared at Lucifer. A gurgle came from the tiny lips.
Lucifer placed the naked infant in Sam's arms. "Our son."
"He's... he's incredible," Sam said in awe, seeing a glow upon the infant's skin. Not entirely human, the child had a golden aura. He was precious and unique.
"He is everything I dreamed of and more," Lucifer stated. "But it seems there is a bit of a surprise. I thought you were were only carrying one, but we have twins. A little stowaway."
Lucifer picked up the other baby, once again administering the breath of life. This time, there was the tiniest of cries. The smaller of the two babies reached out a little hand and touched Lucifier's cheek. He nearly crumbled at the heart-tugging gesture.
He bundled baby number 2, placing the infant into Sam's arms as well. "Our daughter," he said, his voice a bit choked up with emotion.
Sam had never seen Lucifer so vulnerable as he was gazing at Sam and the infant twins. "She's... I don't have the words," Sam said with tears in his eyes. One escaped and Lucifier kissed it away as it began to roll down Sam's cheek.
"I love you," Lucifer said. "I've never said that before, but I have felt it all along. I want to be a family with you... and our babies. What we share is so unique; it can never be replicated."
"I love you, too," Sam stated. "I am glad you chose me to carry your offspring. They are beautiful."
"Xadon Samuel William and Gabriela Mary, I formed you into being and I gave you the breath of life. My son and my daughter, you are my heirs. You will live here on earth with your daddy until you're much older, then you'll walk the otherside with me, your father," Lucifer spoke to the infants.
"Wait," Sam said, reaching out for Lucifer. "You said we'd be a family."
"We will be... whether it's here on earth or in a dreamstate. I will never leave you, Sammy."
Sam was relieved. Then he asked the obvious question. "How will I feed them?"
Lucifer smirked. "You didn't think you'd grow breasts full of milk, did you?" he teased.
Suddenly two cribs appeared in Sam's room, along with diapers and the other needed baby supplies. Lucifer held two bottles full of milk that glowed softly with pale golden light, just as the babies did. "Half-angel babies need this special kind of milk. Whenever you need it, just call out for me. I'll always be watching over you and our children."
Sam felt an ache inside, thinking Lucifer had to leave, but he didn't. He reached for their son, feeding him the bottle as Sam fed their daughter. It was a blissful moment that didn't last long because soon the newborns were fast asleep in their cribs, dreaming their tiny angel dreams.
"They won't be much trouble, I promise you. They'll hardly ever cry unless they are hungry or need a diaper change. They'll sleep often and when they are toddlers, they will be loveable and won't wreck too much havoc," Lucifer promised.
"Ohhh yeah? Your children? I'll have to see it to believe it."
Lucifer gave Sam a sexy grin. "Just wait until they are teenagers though. That's when the fun begins."
"By fun do you mean wild nights and pandemonium?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way and neither would you. Admit it. You like that about me. You find it thrilling when I am bad."
It was Sam's turn to smirk. He wrapped his arms around Lucifer. "Never a dull moment with you."
"I promise you many more sexy adventures. Do you think your brother would mind watching the twins?"
"Ohhh Dean? I dunno. I suppose he will get used to the idea of being an uncle. I think I'm gonna love parenthood. I am glad I'm going to share it with you."
Lucifer winked at his lover. "I am going to share everything with you, Sammy. We are two halves of the same whole, joined together for eternity."
"You know, all through the pregnancy and the birth, I trusted you completely. For the longest time I tried to fight it, what I feel for you, this intense bond between us... but I'm not fighting anymore. You have me. I'm yours."
"As you have me, too," was Lucifer's reply. Their eyes locked as Lucifer's lips lowered to Sam's in a passionate kiss.
THE END