Watching the Naga sleep was a fascinating and nerve-wracking experience. Sam was surprised by the monster's willingness to fall asleep in his presence. After all, Sam was a stranger. But he guessed the monster didn't see him as much of a threat. Why would he? Not only was Sam human, he was a pregnant human at that. Sam expected the Naga to wake up at any second, but he stayed dead to the world.
As the minutes droned on, Sam found himself thinking about the Naga's answers to his questions. A part of Sam hurt deeply at the thought that he was carrying eggs that contained little versions of Dean: venomous fangs and serpentine scales and a fierce appetite. But hadn't he had a feeling all along? Especially when he started craving meat? Yes, he had had a sinking suspicion that their offspring would be Naga, despite Sam's genetics, when he had torn into a package of raw ground beef like an animal.
But Sam would prove this monster wrong. No matter what they looked like or how they behaved, Sam knew that his babies wouldn't grow up to become stone cold predators. Why? Because Sam was their Mama and Sam wasn't going to let them become monsters. He would fight tooth and nail to keep them as civilized and as human as possible.
Sam thought about what Aiden had said about Nagas having to love someone to give them their mating bite. Why give a mating bite to a human instead of turning the human into a Naga? Couldn't Nagas carry children? How did the Naga know he couldn't use his hypnosis on him? Was it because he was claimed?
Sam had so many questions.
Sam thought about how the creature's eyes swept over him with such lust and longing. Clearly the Naga wanted him. Sam counted his blessings; although disturbing and so-never-going-to-happen, Aiden wanted him to be his surrogate mate and to carry his clutch, which was better than being Aiden's dinner. But when Dean rescued him-and Sam had complete faith his brother would-he was going to tear Aiden apart for even thinking of touching Sam.
Is that such a bad thing? Sam thought back to the women dangling from their wrists in the other room, limp and bloody. They didn't deserve whatever fucked up, twisted thing this creature was subjecting them to. They deserved their freedoms.
Sam's eyes danced over the Naga's shadowed face and tried to picture Dean instead. Dean's plush, full lips, his large, doe eyes, his freckled nose. The perfect, almost divine symmetry to his face. Sam's chest ached something fierce. He bit his bottom lip, trying to ignore the sudden tears forming in his eyes. Sam ran a shaky hand across his eyes, smearing tear tracks. He quietly inhaled and exhaled deep lungfuls of dusty, claustrophobic air.
Through his tears, Sam watched to see if Aiden would awake, but he did not stir. Sam pressed his palms against his eyelids, willing the sobs to die in his throat. Eventually they did, as another stronger feeling capsulated it.
Sam's stomach gurgled. He pressed a palm against his abdomen. The babies inside him had stopped fluttering. Sam's mouth watered. A part of him was disgusted with himself. Aiden had not been wrong, he was starving. He craved meat. Raw and bloody.
He couldn't help his offsprings' needs. After all, they were their father's children. Sam squeezed his eyes shut and stayed absolutely silent as he battled waves of hunger and a bone deep despair. Minutes bled into hours.
Eventually, the sun rose. It was a gradual rising, like an upset child being forced out of bed. Sam sat up, stretching his arms above his head, and observing the rapidly brightening room around him. He was careful to keep quiet.
After being deprived of sunlight for so long the sun felt too bright, too much, as if a lamp had been shone directly into his eyes. He cursed silently in his mind, squeezing his eyes shut. His temples throbbed. He pressed two fingers on either side of his head and rubbed.
After becoming somewhat adjusted to the sunlight, Sam looked around the room. He swallowed, his throat parched. He yearned for a tall, cold glass of water.
Over the hills of scales, the walls were a chipped egg shell white, stained with age and neglect. His eyes flickered to the room that he'd seen holding the women and his stomach curled sourly. He quickly turned to observe the sleeping monster in front of him. The soft candlelight of last night had not given the Naga justice. Sam found with a sense of awe and disgust that the Naga was even more handsome in the morning sunlight. The sunlight licked at his chiseled chest, the deep dips and ridges of his stomach, the smooth slopes of his biceps, the thick, pulsing veins in his hands. Sam lingered over the space where his human half melted into his horrific serpentine bottom.
Sam tore his eyes away, face beet red. No, he wasn't handsome. He was a fucked up snake monster that ate girls and kidnapped pregnant people.
Sam shifted, stretching out his long legs. When the tip of his boot tapped the Naga on his side, Sam stiffened. Aiden's eyes popped out, staring directly into Sam's. Sam froze, his heart leaping into his throat. There they sat in complete silence, staring at each other. Aiden's nose wrinkled, a deep crease forming between his brows. Almost a look of confusion. Then, as if remembering Sam and what he'd done last night, a slow smirk curled on his lips.
"Good morning," the Naga said. Sam cringed back. "Sleep well?"
Sam did not answer. Instead, he fixed him with a pointed look of disgust and hate.
The Naga sat up, yawning. Around Sam, the beast's scales shifted.
"You were a Chatty Kathy last night. What's changed?"
Sam fisted his jeans. That's when his traitor stomach decided to let out a low, loud growl. Sam's face flushed. He stared down at his lap.
Aiden laughed. "I guess it's time to get you breakfast."
Sam glanced up in time to see Aiden reach for him. Sam shifted back, throwing his arms up. "No! Don't touch me!"
The Naga scooped him up like he weighed no more than an armful of pillows. Sam thrashed and squirmed.
The Naga grunted, rapidly slithering out of the living room. Sam thought they were going into the room with the hanging women, but last minute the Naga swung through an open door to the right.
"Stop fucking squirming or I'll drop you."
"Put me down!"
The Naga did put him down. Sam landed with a umpf on a creaky, old bed pressed up against the wall. The headboard was metal, chipped and dull. The material underneath him was a worn, threadbare quilt. A single pillow, yellow and flat, was at the top of the bed. The room around him was bare expect the bed, a side table, and a curtain less window. Sam tried to scramble off the mattress but froze when he saw what the Naga yanked off the floor.
It was a long metal chain with an ankle cuff attached at the end. The chain must've been welded to the bottom of the bed. The inside of the ankle cuff was a soft-looking material, but it looked tight. The cuff was slightly open. Sam saw a place for a key.
Was the monster going to chain him up? Like some fucking animal? Sam heaved himself against the wall, pulled his leg back, and got ready to kick the Naga square in the chest.
"It's just to make sure you don't run off on me while I'm getting you something to eat."
Aiden hovered towards the side table, wrenched open the drawer, and fished out a key. It glittered silver.
"You don't have to do this," Sam whimpered, flinching at the Naga's approach. "I won't run."
The Naga snorted. "Yeah, right. I'm not an idiot."
Sam kicked out. Lightning quick, the Naga swung back. Sam missed him by inches. He struck, pinning Sam to the bed.
Sam thrashed, throwing punches that landed on the side of Aiden's head, shoulder, and jaw. With the exception of his expression growing angrier, the Naga did not pull back. He simply pinned the youngest Winchester with one massive arm, wrenching up his pant leg, and secured the cuff around his ankle. Before Sam knew it, the Naga had managed to not only cuff his ankle to the chain and lock it, but wrench off his boots, too.
The second the Naga released him, Sam slammed back against the wall, his chest heaving in a large lungful of air. Aiden's hair was a mess, his bottom lip busted and bleeding, a bruise rapidly healing on his sharp, stubbly jaw. The Naga threw his boots against the wall, nearly missing a window that Sam already knew the chain would not be long enough to get to.
"Why do you have to make everything so hard, Sam?" The Naga hissed.
Sam's eyes narrowed into slits. "Fuck you," he spat. "Uncuff me. Now."
"Not going to happen."
Sam pawed at the cuff, fingers digging deep into the leather, mindlessly trying to wrench it off. His heavy belly made it difficult to maneuver; Sam couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so angry.
"Let me go!" Sam shouted. "Now!"
The Naga wiped the back of his hand against his lip, looked down at the blood staining his fingers, and shook his head. He sucked the digits clean. His eyes flinted back up to Sam. "You're just hungry. Once you get some food in your belly, you'll feel a lot better."
"Take it off!"
The Naga slithered back from the bed. "Once I get back, I'll take it off. Now just stay put. Try to relax. You're going to give yourself a heart attack if you don't stop."
Sam opened his mouth to scream some more, but the Naga backtracked out of the room, key clenched in his fist, and slithered away without another word. Sam could practically feel the Naga shove himself out the front door.
Alone, Sam let out a shaky breath. His heart was pounding. His knuckles ached from slamming his fists into the Naga's flesh. He'd gotten out of more than one sticky situation. He knew how to pick a lock. With practiced fingers, he tugged systematically at different points in the chain, checking for any signs of weakness. He pulled up the chain until it was a coil on the mattress. No luck. It was harder than diamonds.
On trembling legs, Sam got off the bed and crouched down, inspecting where the chain was welded into the metal bed frame. He took a few slow steps, until the chain was taunt. Four feet of chain. That's all he had. He pushed forward, gritting his teeth as the cuff dug into his ankle. The bed was welded to the floor, too. The only way he was getting unchained, Sam realized, was if he cut off his foot.
Out of the window, Sam could see the backyard and a single, rusted shed. Sam imagined that's where the Naga kept his slaves.
Tears bubbled up in Sam's eyes. He tried to hold them back, but the tears fell, hot, down his flushed cheeks. Sam shakily climbed back on the bed, curled up, and cried.
Damn pregnancy hormones.
"Dean," Sam sobbed, wrapping his arms around his belly. The baby Nagas fluttered inside him, perhaps feeling their mama's distress. Sam thought he should feel embarrassed. After all, he was a trained hunter. A killer. He should've been trying his best to pick the lock, to chew through the leather, to escape this hell house, but Sam was tired and scared and hungry. All he wanted was to feel Dean's arms wrapped around him, his breath against his throat, his deep, soothing voice.
It's alright, Sammy. I'll always protect you. Keep you safe. It's my job. My responsibility, you know? Watching out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother. Now, hey, it's okay. Everything's gonna be okay.
Eventually, Sam's tears dried up, leaving behind a belly-deep exhaustion. If he wasn't so afraid, he would have passed out on the bed. Minutes felt like hours. The sound of Aiden returning forced Sam out his thoughts about Dean. He sat up and scooted towards the wall, leaning back against the cool plaster and curling his toes into the mattress.
Seconds later, Aiden slithered back through the bedroom door. Sam tensed. Aiden eyed him, as if expecting an explosion. But seeing the exhaustion written on the human's face, the Naga's shoulders lost their tension. His chin was speckled with blood. In his clawed hand were a couple fat rabbits, their furs already stripped, leaving fresh pink skin underneath.
Sam's mouth watered, his stomach growling. The Naga smiled smugly. Slithering towards the bed, he unfisted his hand, tugged at Sam's leg, and true to his word, unchained him. Sam shied away, turning his head, trying to resist the rabbits.
He was disgusting, wasn't he? Salivating like some dog. This wasn't like when Dean gave him ground beef. This meat still had its head on, for God's sake.
"It's okay to eat them. I broke their necks," the Naga whispered, perching one hand against the bed, leaning in close. "You gotta feed those little ones, Sam."
The Naga swung the rabbits close and dear God, Sam could smell the blood from burst capillaries right underneath their twin skins. They were still warm. Freshly killed and skinned. His breath hitched. His bones ached. He needed protein. His babies needed protein.
Sam clenched his jaw so tight he thought he might pulverize his molars into dust. "No. Get back," he ground out. "I don't want them."
The Naga's eyes became half-lidden and intense. He reached down and touched the hill of Sam's stomach, soft and tentative. The rabbits were inches away from Sam's face. Sam saw each purple-blue vein curling throughout their pink flesh.
"I know you're hungry. Let me feed you," he purred. "Let me take care of you and those little ones cooking in your belly."
Sam wanted to scream. The Naga leaned in close, nudging his nose underneath his jaw, inhaling deeply, the soft pads of his fingers tracing patterns against Sam's pregnant stomach. If Sam wasn't so drowned in blind bloodlust, he'd be struggling to get away from the monster, but right then Sam was too hungry.
Sam snapped. He wrenched the rabbits out of the Naga's hand, pulled the first one to his mouth, and bit down. Blood burst into his mouth. He chewed, tearing strips of flesh, getting to the soft, stinking sacks of intestines underneath. He chewed and swallowed, strings of tissue snapping between his teeth. Blood drippled down his chin.
"There you go," Aiden rumbled, stroking his fingers through Sam's overgrown mop of hair. "We want those little ones to grow up to be big and strong, don't we?"
Sam's mating claim throbbed with each beat of his heart. He ate like a man possessed. With each swallow of meat into his belly, he felt himself regain a little bit of his sanity. By the time Sam had finished the two rabbits off, leaving nothing but their heads and pathetic pile of bones on the bed, he pushed away from the Naga and sat on the pillow.
Sam stared down at his blood slicked hands, ashamed but sated.
The Naga smiled devilishly, "Tasted pretty good, huh?" He reached down and pinched a bone between his clawed fingers, bringing it up to his lips, and picking his teeth.
Sam's eyes darted up. He swallowed thickly, grimacing at the taste of blood coating his tongue. "Thank you for the food."
The Naga's smile widened. He flicked the bone away. "You're welcome."
"But you have to let me go."
Aiden's face clouded. "Not going to happen."
"I know you want to mate with me." Sam swallowed thickly. "But I already have a mate. Dean. I want Dean."
The Naga growled, leaned forward, and licked Sam's throat. Sam tensed, his muscles pulled tight. "Don't say his name. Forget about him."
Forget about him? Forget about Dean? Forgetting Dean was like forgetting how to breathe. "No," Sam said, voice trembling. Had the fucker really just licked him? "Dean is my mate."
The Naga's lips pulled back, revealing sharp, blood-stained teeth. Sam tried to shy away from the monster, but large hands found his thighs, pulling him forward from the wall. Sam gasped as the creature's lips found his neck. He pressed harsh, deep kisses into his flesh. Sam was frozen in shock as the monster's lips found his ear and tugged gently, almost teasingly.
"Get off me," Sam said. "No."
The Naga's hands slithered from his thighs to his stomach, caressing the bump, until he wrapped his hands around Sam's waist, pulling him forward, all the while licking and kissing his throat and left shoulder. Sam's stomach soured in disgust. His mating bite throbbed, screaming at him that this wasn't the Naga that was supposed to be drowning him in affection. This monster was not Dean.
Abruptly, the Naga reached for his jeans. Sam's eyes widened in panic. He felt his claws tearing at his belt buckle and plucking at his zipper.
Maybe I was wrong, Sam thought. Maybe he isn't going to wait until I give birth before he rapes me.
As if manifesting Sam's biggest fear, the Naga pushed him onto his side, maneuvering him onto his back in one fluid motion. He surged over him, covering Sam with his larger torso.
"No!" Sam said, pushing at his shoulders as the predator caressed his belly before wrenching his pants midway down his thighs.
Sam thrashed. The Naga grabbed for the bulge in his boxers. A hand that was (not him, not him, not him) hot and calloused cupped around the bulge, squeezing.
"Wow, you're well hung. Bigger than I expected," Aiden said.
"S-stop."
The Naga hissed, grinding the heel of his hand into Sam's cock, trying to prod it to life. Sam froze, his throat tight with terror. He stared into the beast's cold, cruel golden eyes. Aiden was all encompassing. Suffocating. He seemed to take up the whole room. The whole universe.
Aiden smirked, "That feel good, doesn't it?" The Naga moved his palm lower and massaged his balls in a tight, circular motion. Sam never felt less aroused in his whole life.
"Please stop."
"I'm going to make you feel good, human," he purred. "You'll like this."
Sam's bottom lip trembled. He had never felt so powerless. It was as if this was happening to someone else. Some other Sam. Distant and remote. Sam felt the first tears spring from his eyes. He could not stop them from falling down his face.
"Please," Sam whimpered. "Please don't hurt me."
The Naga's heated expression shifted as he stared into Sam's eyes. Hesitant. Unsure. "I'm not hurting you."
"Please." Sam whispered. "You're hurting me. Stop."
The Naga reluctantly pulled his hand away and pushed off the bed, a hiss breaking out passed his clenched teeth. Sam scrambled up the bed and plastered himself against the metal headboard. His shoulders a tight, hard line and with his hands clenched into fists, the Naga turned his back to Sam, slithering towards the door.
Trembling, Sam pulled his pants back up. He fumbled with his zipper.
"I'm sorry. I just," Aiden growled, not looking at him. "Fuck. I want you so bad. You smell so good. So sweet and warm and God, I'm sorry. I won't. I won't do that. I can wait until you want me."
Sam blinked rapidly. He could hardly believe it. How was it that this monster could balk at the prospect of taking him? Not when Sam was ripe for the picking.
"Try to get some sleep," the Naga said softly. Without another word, Aiden slithered from the room, leaving Sam all alone.