Fic: "Let's Use That Time Wisely" (2/5)
Title: "Let’s Use That Time Wisely"
Author: mpregloveranon
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Wincest, double Mpreg, de-aged!boys, raging hormones, bottom!Sam, hurt!Sam, hurt!Dean, graphic birth and some fluff at the end; mark to see Spoilers for other kinks: pregnant sex, kind of underage sex, blowjobs, enema!kink, fingering, buttplugs, cock-rings, food play, sixty-nine, male-lactation!kink, dirty talk, scar!kink
Disclaimer: I just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to CW, Kripke and whoever else rightfully is making money with them.
Summary: It’s Halloween and both guys are heavily pregnant. Dean wants to go out hunting but Sam manages to persuade him into staying inside where it’s safe but it turns out they didn’t need to go outside to get into trouble.
This story is an answer to a prompt over here.
Previous Chapters: 1
When Sam woke up again it was still day outside so they couldn’t have slept more than an hour or two.
He needed to pee and therefore carefully rolled over to stand up. The first thing he noticed was that he felt dizzy and he swiftly closed his eyes again. Not drunken dizzy but more like ‘my blood pressure’s too low’ dizzy which was strange because pregnancy tended to increase blood pressure levels and not the other way around.
He slowly lifted himself up from the bed noticing that his balance was totally screwed. It was as if he was a stranger in his own body which felt too small, too full and his skin too tight. He had felt gradual changes while his pregnancy progressed but these changes felt too drastic. Stretching out his right arm to brace himself against the wall he hesitantly opened his eyes.
The baby was moving around and it made him feel even worse. Intending to calm the baby down by rubbing his belly he put his hand on the swollen and aching flesh and recoiled instantly. His own touch felt… weird. He lifted his hand to his face and with increasing alarm stared at the skinny wrist and bony fingers. Starting to hyperventilate he ripped open the wardrobe in front of him and cried out in shock at the image of a gangly and very pregnant teenager looking back at him in the mirror.
If it hadn’t been for all the extra pounds around his midsection Dean would have jumped out of bed at hearing the scream. “Sammy!” His first thought as always went to his brother. He turned around and paled. “Sammy? You’re…” The butt naked teenaged version of his brother gaped at him as if he had grown a second head. Maybe Sam had somehow been not only physically but also mentally regressed and didn’t recognise him as his older brother. “Sammy, it’s me. Dean.” He started speaking softly to the freaked-out boy.
“I know it’s you but LOOK at us!”
The older hunter moved around the bed to take Sam into a hug seeing his own reflection in the mirror. “Oh my god! We’re kids!”
“We’re teenagers and we’re still pregnant!” The younger boy pointed out tearing up at the sheer emotional overload of that realization.
Dean closed the distance between them and mindful of their bulging bellies pulled him into a loose hug. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out, Sammy.” He whispered into his brother’s ear. It felt unfamiliar to look down into the trusting hazel eyes fixed on him while standing up. His baby brother had reached Dean’s height at 17 and then had just continued to grow into the Sasquatch with whom he was about to start a small family.
“We… we have to… find out… how this… happened.” The smaller boy hiccupped. “Can’t stay… like this!”
“We won’t stay like this. I promise I’ll get us back to normal, Sammy!” He stroked the tears from his brother’s face.
“How?”
The older hunter had to swallow at the unconditional trust he could see in the sad eyes. “I’m working on a plan.”
Sam nodded. “I gotta take a leak.”
“Okay and afterwards we will see this whole mess through.” He felt something inside his stomach tense up but ignored the spasm. He had been having those false labour pains on and off for weeks and was used to them by now. Yesterday they had been really annoying but they had been replaced by a constant but manageable pain low in his back. He was used to be aching and therefore didn’t complain.
When Sammy came back into the bedroom he sat down next to his big brother and leaned his head against his shoulder. “We don’t even know how old we are now.” Distractedly stroking long, delicate fingers over the older boy’s slightly engorged right pectoral muscle.
“I think I’m… Oh shit!” Dean exclaimed when he noticed that nipple had started to leak clear white fluid droplets. He tried to pull away from the bony hand on his chest but the other boy slung an arm around his hugely sticking out belly to prevent him from doing so. “What the fuck?!”
“You’re just lactating. It’s completely natural when you’re this pregnant.”
Dean was intrigued by the sudden change in his brother’s behaviour. Not even ten minutes ago Sam had been on the verge of panic and now he was fumbling with his nipples and sounding turned on. He let his gaze wander over the body next to his and indeed found his brother’s cock swelling. It looked different, not as thick as he remembered but that must have to be connected to being shrunk into teenagers. “I know it’s normal but it feels weird.”
“I find it… stimulating.” A lust-filled voice whispered into his ear stunning him into immobility. The next thing he knew was a warm and wet feeling around the sensitive nub and then his lover started to suck on it greedily. “Sammy?”
All the answer he got was a low satisfied murmur and an increasing pull on the pebbled up bud. To his own surprise his cock started to twitch. He fought the feeling because one of them had to keep a clear head in order to figure out how they could get back into their adult bodies. “No, Sammy, stop it!” Gently he tried to push his brother off himself.
“Don’t tell me you don’t like this because that” He pointed at Dean’s arousal. “says differently.”
When had sweet innocent Sammy become so smug? Dean decided that it might be the mix of pregnancy and puberty hormones cursing trough both their systems. He was also feeling a growing need for sexual release but he was still the older one of them and this time he would have to be the reasonable one.
“Sammy? Listen to me. Sam!” He waited for eye contact before speaking again. “We have to figure out why we are like this and make it right again.”
The younger boy looked sullen but nodded in agreement. “Fine...”
“Fine. First question… Were we thrown into the past or were we… I don’t know de-aged or something?” He raised his eyebrow inquiringly,
“Well, I’m pretty sure that none of us was knocked up as a teen!”
Now Dean remembered the angry sarcasm that had accompanied his baby brother throughout his teenage years. It had been this kind of aggressive behaviour that had lead to the long history of shouting matches between their dad and his younger sibling. “Right.” He breathed out knowing that getting annoyed wouldn’t help. “So something just made us younger.”
“How old do you think we are?” Something seemed to have awoken interest in the younger Winchester.
“I’m not sure but I’m at least seventeen.” The older boy’s fingers traced to three parallel scars running across his upper thigh.
Sam’s eyes widened with comprehension and something else. “The black dog in Idaho.” He slipped down on the white linens and started kissing the claw marks.
If his brother carried on teasing him like that the older teenager would soon break.
“You’re at least eighteen. I remember how you broke your collarbone a few days before your birthday.” The youngster sat up again and nibbled at the small marks that the screws holding the bone together had left after being removed.
“The first time I break something and it’s because I slipped on some ice patch.” Dean reminisced idly trying to fight the urge to touch himself.
“Let me check for the scar from the poltergeist hunt in Austin.” The voice was laced with desire and the older boy let himself be turned onto his side. Sam inspected the smooth freckled skin on his brother’s back searching for the mentioned scar. There it was on the small of his back, already healed but still red. Snaking out his tongue he traced the angry looking welt.
Dean groaned. “It was almost twenty when that happened.” The tongue licking his skin retreated.
“That makes me sixteen.” A big smile spread out on the still childlike face.
The older boy had moved back into a sitting up position. “What are you smiling at?”
“Nothing.” The reply came so fast that it was obvious he was hiding something but before his brother could call him on it he changed the topic. “How about food? I’m kinda starving. I want Mexican takeout!”
“Yeah, I could eat, too.” He agreed. “But you’re gonna tell me what your smiling about.”
“I promise I’ll tell you later. Let’s order some food.” He stood up from the bed and went to the living room to find a flyer and call the delivery service.
Meanwhile Dean laid down relaxing a bit and trying to sort his thoughts. Who or what could be powerful enough to turn them into teenagers so easily? Was it possible that the amulets they were wearing had something to do with it? The idea didn’t seem that far fetched but Sammy had done so much research on those that it was unlikely that he had missed something about de-aging. Apart from that they had both agreed to keep the charms on until the babies were born after all they were for protection and they could need all the protection they could get right now. They hadn’t been hunting for awhile so if it was a curse it had to be something or someone they had pissed off further in the past.
Part 3