Fic: Destiny Always Finds You (1/?)
Title: Destiny Always Finds You
Author: mpregloveranon
Pairing: Jensen /Jared, Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: RPS/SPN crossover AU, Mpreg, H/C, teen pregnancy, graphic birth, hurt!Dean, supportive!Jensen, supportive!Jared…
Disclaimer: I just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to themselves OR to the CW, Kripke and whoever else rightfully is making money with them. No intentions to treat on anyone’s toes with this.
Summary: Jensen is driving home after working a long, exhausting shift at the ER. He just wants to spend a little quality time with Jared and then sleep but apparently destiny has something else in hand for him.
Without wanting to spoil anything, I just want to mention that the first scene was inspried by two different older prompts on the spnkink_meme. If anyone recognizes their prompt, thank you for the inspiration! :)
More special thanks go to trytofly5 for our talk that gave me the idea to try and write this crossover and, last but certainly not least, sexytexanjra! Thank you so much for discussing this fic with me and helping me editing it, Hon!
Hey guys, first of all thank you to everyone who has voted in my poll. ;) As the majority of you apparently wants me to start posting again (even if that might mean that updates won't be as regular because the fics are still WIP) I'm going to give you the first chapter of my very first RPS/SPN crossover fic. I really hope you enjoy it and I'll do my very best to keep updates coming. ;)
It had been a really long and exhausting day at the hospital and Jensen couldn’t wait to get back home and sleep for at least twelve hours straight after working his double shift in the ER. He loved his job but there were days when it was just too much. There had been a five car pile up on the freeway and Jensen had been running from one patient to the next until his head had started spinning. The only good thing about today was that Jared had had his day off and Jensen knew he would come home to a delicious home-cooked meal. Maybe dinner wouldn’t even be the highlight of Jensen’s night. Flooring it to get home quickly, Jensen groaned in frustration as he saw that he was running out of gas. Fortunately there was a service station up ahead, so he might still make it home in less than twenty minutes.
He swiped his debit card through the machine, grumpy about the late hour and the fact that there wasn’t an attendant to gas up his truck. Thinking about Jared who was probably wondering what was taking him so long, Jensen fumbled out his phone to text his boyfriend that he would be home soon. He was itching to get going already, so he pulled out the fuel tap too quickly and got petrol all over himself. “Fuck!” he growled, looking around for paper towels to clean himself up but finding none. Rolling his eyes, he started walking towards the restrooms, hoping they wouldn’t be locked up as it was already late at night and the station looked pretty much deserted.
Still grumbling to himself about how much his day had sucked, Jensen started washing his hands and flinched in shock when he became aware that he wasn’t alone in the restroom. The sound he heard came from one of the stalls behind him and sounded like low moaning. Figuring that maybe some lone trucker was jerking off, Jensen wiped his hands on the back of his jeans and was already half way back to the door when he heard a pained cry. This time there was no question that the person was in actual pain, so Jensen turned back around to check if he could help. “Hello?” he called out as he approached the stall that was the source of the weird noises. “Do you need help?”
There was no answer but Jensen could still hear heavy breathing through the closed door and tried again. “Are you hurt? I’m a doctor…” Everyone always praised how well he handled his patients but today he was just too tired and stressed out to think straight, so he just grabbed for the door handle and checked if the stall was locked. Surprisingly the door swung open without any resistance and Jensen carefully peaked into the small cubicle.
The sight before him had his adrenaline levels skyrocketing and all his medical training kicking back in. There was a boy in his late teens hunched between the toilet and the wall of the bathroom stall, writhing in obvious pain. Jensen eyes quickly assessed the reason for the pain, when he saw how the kid was trying to roll into a ball and holding his bulged out belly with both hands. The fact that the spreading stain on the teen’s light grey sweat pants and the small puddle on the floor beneath him was clear liquid rather than blood, eased Jensen’s mind a little.
“I’m Jensen,” he squatted down in front of the distressed teen and did his best to sound calm and soothing. “What’s your name, kid?” He wasn’t really expecting an answer because the boy seemed to be in too much pain and scared to death by what was happening to him to even acknowledge Jensen’s question.
The young, tear-streaked face scrunched up even worse and the kid cried out in agony, clutching his swollen belly with both hands.
Instinctively Jensen reached out a hand to cup the boy’s pale, freckled face, knowing that a simple touch sometimes was all the comfort he could offer. “You have to breathe…” It was no use talking to the teen because he was obviously in too much pain to listen, but Jensen couldn’t just stand back and let him suffer without at least trying to help. Watching the kid’s body convulse with the force of the contraction before the tension slowly ebbed off again, the young doctor tried to figure out what to do next. He hadn’t timed the contraction but he could tell that his patient was very close to giving birth. Jensen needed to check how labor was progressing but he didn’t want to do it right there on the filthy tiled floor of the restroom, so he decided to move the kid to his truck.
“I’m taking you to the hospital,” he whispered, carefully slipping one arm under the boy’s legs and one behind his back to lift him up, surprised by the lack of weight.
Once more the kid screamed with pain but his eyes widened and he looked right at Jensen for the first time, shaking his head in panic. “NO! No, hospital!” he pleaded weakly, frantically clawing at the front of Jensen’s shirt with one hand while his other arm curled around his lower abdomen.
“Easy, kid… It’ll be okay, it’s just a few minutes drive. This is not the right place to deliver your baby,” he explained patiently and tried to tune out the kid’s pained moans as he stood up and started walking towards his truck.
The teen was biting down on his bottom lip to keep as silent as possible as another contraction filled his weak body. “No… hos… pital…” he hissed through gritted teeth, eyes squeezed tightly shut.
Jensen wanted to argue but decided not to contradict the kid. “Okay, I’ll take you to my car and check you over. It’s not ideal but it’ll work.” He reached the truck, unlocking the doors and carefully laying the kid down on the back seat. “I’m going to undress you to check how far labor’s progressed already. Don’t panic and when the next contraction comes, try to take deep breaths.”
With some relief he noticed the kid’s weak nod and quickly took off well-worn sneakers before peeling the soiled, wet sweat pants off the teen’s narrow hips. Just as he reached for the waistband of the boy’s boxer shorts, he felt the kid go stiff as a board once more. “Deep breaths. C’mon kid, try to relax,” he attempted to soothe until he noticed that the teen was bearing down. Quickly Jensen pulled the soiled boxers down and gasped in shock when he saw a tuft of dark hair, poking out of his young patient’s swollen but fully dilated hole. “Okay… Light pushes, kid. Don’t wear yourself out,” he instructed, gently pushing the teen’s knees against his chest.
“Aaaahhh!” the kid cried out as he tried to press his thighs together in an unsuccessful attempt to ease the excruciating pain searing through his exposed lower half.
“Breathe through the pains, kid,” Jensen kept repeating his mantra as he did his best to keep the teen on his back.
Trying to wiggle out of Jensen’s grasp, the kid whimpered. “…name’s Dean…”
It took Jensen’s muddle brain a second to register what the kid had just said but then he nodded encouragingly. “Okay, Dean…” He looked around the cabin of his truck. “Let’s get you in a better position.” Jensen gently maneuvered the moaning kid onto his knees, so that Dean was facing the rear-window and bracing his upper body against the backrest. “Spread your thighs a bit wider. Like this…” He carefully pulled Dean’s knees farther apart and quickly leaned down to pull the first aid kit out from under the front seat. Slipping his right hand into one of the medical gloves which lay on top of the pile of dressing material, Jensen grinned to himself when he found the small bottle of lube which Jared must have slipped into the first aid supplies in case they decided to have car sex someday.
“Ohmygod! HURTSSSS…” Dean screamed, clutching the backrest of the seat with both hands and gritting his teeth. “Make it STOP!”
Jensen rubbed the suffering teen’s back with his ungloved hand, gently pressing down on the sweaty skin on the small of the kid’s back. “Dean, your baby’s coming and if you keep pushing with the contractions it’ll be over really soon.”
Whimpering and clearly scared to death Dean shook his head violently. “NO! I can’t… I need… ARGH!”
“You need to push, Dean. Deep breath and start pushing lightly,” Jensen instructed in a soft voice, rubbing the straining muscles in his young patient’s lower back to ease the pain a little. He had seen how swollen the teen’s birth opening looked, which tipped him off that the scared kid had probably been pushing long before it had been time to.
Waiting for the contraction to pass, Jensen curled his left arm around Dean’s swollen belly and gently rubbed circles into the tight flesh. “I’m going to apply some lubricant to your anus to cool down the swelling. Don’t clench up and if you need to push don’t hold back, okay? This position will help the baby to move down. You will both be okay, Dean.”
Crying out in agony, Dean tried to follow the instructions and steadily bore down. His whole lower half felt like it was being ripped apart and he could barely hold himself up against the backrest of the seat.
“That’s it. Just keep pushing, Dean. Your baby’s head is crowning,” Jensen informed, thankful for Jared having insisted on buying a car with lots of legroom, as he knelt between both seats and watched the small, dark-haired head emerging. “You’re almost done. Just a few more pushes, nice and steady…”
The feeling of something breaching his burning entrance and agonizingly slow sliding out of him was so intense that Dean wasn’t coherent enough to do anything but moan and whimper in distress.
“Almost there…” Jensen rubbed a gloved finger over the outer rim of Dean’s stretched out, puffy opening and very gently pushed it back over the baby’s head. “The head’s out, Dean. You have to push for the shoulders and then the rest follow easily. It’s all downhill from here on,” the older man kept talking soothingly, while massaging his patient’s lower back.
‘It’s all downhill’ those words his dad had so often said, reverberated inside Dean’s pain clouded mind. He bit down on his bottom lip and pushed with all he had, trying to be strong and brave, just like his dad had always asked of him.
Jensen smiled softly to himself as he saw the first shoulder slip free. “You’re doing great, Dean. It’ll all be over in a minute.” He gently caught the baby and somehow managed to help Dean lie down, placing the newborn on his still swollen stomach. The baby was still covered in vernix but had a healthy pink color underneath the white substance. “It’s a boy,” he announced rubbing the infants back gently.
“Why isn’t he crying?” Dean’s voice was barely above a weak whisper but he sounded afraid, opening tired eyes and starring back and forth between the newborn and Jensen. “Is something wrong? Please, help him.”
It was clear that his patient was getting upset, so Jensen smiled kindly and flashed him an encouraging smile. “He’s fine. Just give him a moment. He’s still connected to the placenta and getting used to the new surroundings.” That’s when it hit Jensen that he didn’t have anything appropriate in his first aid supplies to clamp and cut the baby’s cord.
After thinking about his next step for a few seconds, Jensen leaned over the front bench to retrieve his winter coat just as the baby boy started mewling softly. “See, he’s just fine,” he pointed out with a certain amount of relief even if he still needed to get the kid someplace safe to deliver the placenta and check both him and his baby out properly.
“Is he really okay? He’s so… so tiny and I… I didn’t take care of my… myself as I should’ve… I just want him to be healthy…” Dean stammered, silent tears suddenly streaming down his pale face unchecked.
Jensen discarded the latex glove and carded his fingers through the teen’s damp hair. “He’s a bit small but has a healthy color and is adjusting well to breathing oxygen. There are a few tests that need to be run but that can wait a while.” He wiped fresh tears from the corner of Dean’s eye and gently cupped his face. “The little guy is fine and you’ll be up and about in no time, too. You just need a little peace and quiet.”
Since he still didn’t want to upset Dean, Jensen decided to take him home instead of dragging him off to the hospital against his will. Bundling the exhausted teen and his baby up in his long winter coat, Jensen gently lifted them into his arms. “Let’s get you settled here,” he mumbled as he cautiously lowered the kid onto the front seat of his large truck. “I’ll be right back,” Jensen then quickly assured before running around to climb into the driver’s seat.
“Where’re you taking us?” Dean asked in a hoarse voice, weak but still wary as he cradled the baby to his chest to soothe him.
Jensen lifted the teen’s head onto his thigh and did his best to sound reassuring. “I’m taking you home to check you and your baby over and give you the chance to recover. Everything else can wait,” he explained patiently, placing his right hand on Dean’s deflating stomach and gently rubbing the puffy flesh, while searching for his cell in his back pocket. “I’m just calling home to… Hey, Jay. Get my med bag, two clean towels and meet me in the driveway in ten,” he said into the speaker and then snapped the cell phone shut to rev up the car. “You can close you eyes, Dean. I’ve got it all covered.”
Feeling himself loosing his fight against exhaustion, Dean nodded slightly and succumbed to sleep, just as his baby calmed down and fell asleep as well.
*
When Jensen pulled up into their driveway Jared was already standing outside and looking rather anxious, pacing up and down with the med bag clutched in one hand.
Jensen was quickly reminded of how scared he had felt a few months back when Jared had been the one telling him to meet him outside with his med bag. It had turned out that Jared had found a wounded dog, which had probably been hit by a car, and loaded him into their old truck to bring him home and patch him up again. There had been blood all over Jared’s clothes and the car seats, which had been one of the reasons why they had bough the new truck, which now looked just as soiled, Jensen realized.
“We’re here,” Jensen said in a soft voice, gently cupping Dean’s face to wake him up from his quick nap without jostling him around too much.
Blood-shot green eyes blinked open and slowly focused on Jensen’s face. “Where?”
“My place. You said that you didn’t want to go to the hospital, so I brought you here. I have the necessary equipment to take care of you and the baby,” Jensen explained, not mentioning that he intended to take both of them to the hospital the next day to get blood works done and have the baby checked over properly. Before he could say anything else the passenger side door was pulled open and Jared’s shocked face came into view.
Jared gaped like a fish out of the water when he saw Dean and the baby, both still covered in sweat and birth fluids, bundled up in Jensen’s winter coat.
“That’s Jared, he’s a nurse and will help me to take care of you and your baby, Dean,” the older man introduced, laying a warm hand on Dean’s shoulder to keep him from freaking out.
“Hey, Dean,” Jared piped up with a soft smile, his professional training kicking in after the initial shock of finding a teen with a newborn baby in their car. “I’m Jared. Is it okay for you if I… well, undress you?” he asked calmly, shoving Jensen’s med bag under the dashboard as he waited for the affirmative nod before pulling the coat open. “I’ve worked in the maternity ward for a while,” he told Dean, locking eyes with Jensen, who was still sitting in the driver’s seat and cradling the kid’s head in his lap.
Jensen had seen how much Jared had struggled with his old job after assisting an emergency C-section that hadn’t ended well for both mother and child, so he felt the need to say something reassuring. “Dean already did the hard part,” he started explaining. “I just didn’t have the necessary stuff to cut the cord, that’s why I called you… I’m sorry I was so short on the phone, Jay.”
Listening to his boyfriend’s words, Jared’s eyes fell on the already expelled placenta lying between the kid’s blood-splattered thighs. He reached for the umbilical cord, which had already stopped pulsing and nodded. “It’s okay,” he assured Jensen and riffled through the large bag. “So what’s the little guy’s name, Dean?” Jared asked as he turned the sleeping infant onto his back to clamp the cord. Trying to distract the teen with small-talk.
A small bittersweet smile formed on Dean’s face. “It’s Sean.”
“That’s a nice name,” Jared agreed and proceeded to cut the cord, which resulted in Sean starting to wail at the top of his lungs.
Dean forehead creased in worry. “Is he okay?”
“Yeah, he’s fine and he has a good pair of lungs, as you can hear.” Jared quickly checked the baby boy’s color and muscle tone before nodding once more. “He’s perfect.”
Sending a silent prayer to anyone who might be listening, Dean smiled in relief.
Jensen grinned at Jared as he saw him pulling the clean white towel out of the bag to bundle the still screaming baby up. “We should get you inside,” he said to Dean, whose eyes were attentively trained on his baby.
The teen tried to sit up but a warm hand on his shoulder stopped him. “What?” Dean turned around to stare at Jensen.
“You’re basically naked under the coat…”
Jared understood what his boyfriend was getting at and handed the baby, who was calming down slowly, back to Dean. “I’ll carry you inside,” he offered, winking at Dean playfully as he used the second towel to cover his lower half.
“I can walk,” the young hunter shot back, pride and the Winchester stubborn streak coming back already. He felt warm wetness trailing down the inside of his thighs and tucked the white towel between his legs self-consciously.
“I know that but just humor Jen. He gets overprotective sometimes,” Jared replied with a mischievous grin and waited for Dean to nod his agreement before carefully pulling him into his strong arms and lifting him out of the truck.
Jensen just stood back and watched his lover interact with Dean, a warm feeling spreading in his chest as he saw how good Jared was with kids. They both wanted a family but so far had had no luck in conceiving and Jensen was getting a bit restless because he was already thirty-two and he felt like their chances were getting slimmer with each passing day. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he grabbed the med bag and got out of the truck as well.
Chapter 2