Fic: Be Careful What You Wish For (1/3)
Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Author: mpregloveranon
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Wincest, Mpreg, bottom!Sam, graphic birth, hurting!Sam, all around supportive!Dean, some fluff at the end; mark to see Spoilers for other kinks: pregnant sex, dildo!kink, enema, fingering
Disclaimer: I just own a kinky imagination. The characters belong to CW, Kripke and whoever else rightfully is making money with them.
Summary: This is the sequel to " Love, Kinks and Secret Wishes". I takes place about a year after Dean accidentally walked in on his brother pretending to be pregnant. Now Sam is eight months along and without further warning goes into labour. The brother's are staying in secluded cabin and Dean does anything his hurting brother askes of him to help him cope with the pain of childbirth.
This story is about 7,500 words and therefore I decided to post it in 3 parts (next parts will be up tomorrow and Thursday). I hope you enjoy it and let me now what you think of it!
"I know how much you like me like this.“ Sam lazily stroked one of his big hands across his hugely distended stomach trying to seduce his brother. He was completely naked and the way how he sat on the bed with legs wide open in invitation was on the verge of shameless obscenity.
Dean shook his head in frustration. “I already told you that I’m not having sex with you now, Sammy.” He tried hard to focus his stare on his brother’s pouting face but it kept wandering to his eight and a half month pregnant belly.
“But why not if we both want it so much?” The younger Winchester started to fondle his balls.
Although Sam had been wishing for something like that to happen his pregnancy had certainly been a shock to both Winchesters at first. Sam was a man and men didn’t get pregnant. In Sam’s very special case touching an ancient fertility idol while they were taking care of a haunting in a museum had accidentally made it possible for him to conceive a child with Dean.
If you applied the knowledge of diverse pregnancy books and websites for expecting women to a guy Sam’s pregnancy had been fairly uneventful and progressed nicely. Of course there was nothing known about male pregnancy but Sam had experienced all the things, from morning sickness to strange cravings, any pregnant person would have to deal with.
The only difference in Sam’s behaviour might be the fact that he had been constantly horny since they had found out about his delicate condition and his horniness had even increased when he hit the third trimester and started getting really huge. Maybe it had to do with a kink or two of his. Dean developing his own obsession with Sam’s baby bump had also done its part to make him crave sex so much.
Dean usually would never complain about his Sammy’s growing sexual appetite but the closer the pregnancy got to full term the more reluctant the older Winchester became to satisfy his brother’s almost constant need. It wasn’t that he didn’t find him attractive any more - Dean was totally turned on by the sight of Sam’s heavy and full belly - but he was afraid of hurting his lover or the baby growing inside of him.
“You know why, Sam. We already had this discussion. You know why and I’m not changing my mind about it!” He started pacing in agitation.
Sam was getting annoyed at being denied sex. He somehow understood his brother’s motives when he had started to say no to any kind of rough and angry sex. Dean had pointed out how easily they got carried away and could hurt the baby. Yeah, Sam understood that and he didn’t want to risk injuring their kid and therefore he hadn’t complained when they had constricted their usually creative sex life to a few ‘safe’ positions. He really enjoyed the gentle love making but from time to time he liked to spice it up a little by using toys.
Growing more and more agitated by their argument he got off the bed surprisingly fast and was right in his brother’s face. “You’ve been giving me the same talk for almost a whole week, Dean, and you know it’s bullshit!”
Dean’s patience was limited. “So you think trying to protect you and our kid is bullshit! Want some heavy stuff? Bondage? Some S&M maybe?” He threw his arms in the air. “Do anything you want to yourself but it’s not exclusively your call when it comes to risking MY kid’s health!”
The younger man rolled his eyes in irritation and his hand moved to rest on his swollen belly. “OUR kid’s in MY body and I know its limits! You are in no position to tell me what I can take and what’s too straining!”
“You’re to hormonal to make reasonable decisions right now!”
“Yeah, I’m hormonal and that’s why I want sex with you! I’m not asking for anything rough. We can do it with me lying on my side if you think on all four’s to straining. That must be like the safest way to do it.” He kept rubbing his belly in small circles. “I don’t care how we do it but I want to have sex!”
“The answer’s NO!”
“How could you possibly hurt me or the kid when I’m lying on my side with you behind me?”
“That’s not the point!” He argued looking his brother square in the eye.
“Then what are you getting at? What’s your fucking problem?!” Sam shouted still rubbing his huge stomach.
“It could induce early labour. There’s some stuff in my spunk that could trigger you into going into labour or something…” Dean tried to explain at a total loss what else he could say or do to make his brother see reason.
Sam laughed out loud but there was no humour in it. He kept rubbing his belly furiously. “Stuff in your spunk could induce early labour?” He frowned and shook his head like he couldn’t believe Dean had just said that. “Wow, you really got book smart reading all those pregnancy books, Dean. But let me tell you one thing: I’m eight and a ha…” His explanation was cut short by a sharp pain in his lower abdomen which made him flinch and double over a little.
Dean eyes grew wide and he was instantly at his brother’s side, all anger forgotten and replaced by worry as he saw a puddle of clear liquid forming between the younger man’s feet. “Sammy!” He carefully took hold of his lover’s arm to steady him.
Sam turned a frightened look towards him. “Dean… I… I think…” His voice trembled with growing panic.
“Ssshh… Take it easy, Sammy. Everything’s going to be fine.” He locked eyes and started caressing his baby brother’s lower back. “Let’s sit you down.”
As soon as they had found out about the pregnancy they had started to read up on everything that they might have to deal with. Because there was no way they could take Sam to a hospital to delivery the baby they had tried to prepare themselves for a home birth. They had rented a small cabin that was secluded enough to give them much needed privacy and still close enough to a city with a hospital, just in case Sam would haemorrhage or the baby would need medical help they could not provide themselves.
They had both read enough - their imagination filling in the blanks that came with Sam being male - to know how the delivery would go down but right now keeping calm was the most important aspect. Dean tried to keep his cool and help Sam relax a little. He was over eight months pregnant and therefore the baby should be fine but it would do no one any good if Sam started to panic and hyperventilate now.
“Look at me, Sammy.” He waited until his lover turned to face him with still evident fear in his eyes. “I’m sorry about the whole fight we had and that I got you so worked up.” He stroked Sam’s cheek gently and continued to rub his lower back with his other hand. “It might have set off labour but everything will be fine, okay?”
Sam stayed unusually quiet but nodded weakly. He looked so young right now that Dean only wanted to take him into his arms and make it all better, just like he could do when they were kids, but right now he had to make him understand and accept the situation they were in.
“Your water just broke and that means that you are in the first stage of labour. The contractions shouldn’t be too strong now… Maybe it’ll be best if you try to take a little nap as long as you are still comfortable enough. What do you say if we lay down for a bit, Sammy?”
There was still no answer and the younger brother seemed to be frozen in place.
“It’s okay if you’re nervous about this.” Dean assured and carefully tried to shift their position until he was leaning against the headboard of the bed with Sam between his thighs resting his back against him. “We can talk about it if you want.”
“You don’t do heart-to-hearts.” The younger man whispered in a low and unsteady voice.
Dean had to smile a little at that and started rubbing the baby bump to calm him down and assure him that everything would be fine. “I’ll do anything for you, Sammy.” He declared in a scratchy voice and cleared his throat before continuing to speak. “There is no need to be afraid of what’s happening now. We both knew it would happen soon and we are prepared for everything. So let’s lean back and relax for a while.”
“What happens if…” Sam started to murmur quietly and flinched again at the next spasm. This wasn’t exactly what he had pictured before the curse when he had only been pretending to be pregnant. “I don’t know if I can do this…”
Dean nuzzled his brother’s neck lovingly all the while continuing to caress his naked belly. “I know you can do it, Sammy. Just try to relax for now.” He pressed a light kiss to the younger man’s temple. Deep down he knew that this approach wouldn’t work so he changed tactics. He pulled the bed covers over his brother’s naked body in order to get him more comfortable. “Okay, let’s go over it slowly… How are you feeling right now, Sammy?”
The low and caring voice somehow helped him to slowly settle down. “I don’t know… I’m nervous…”
“What about the pain? Are you in any kind of pain right now?”
Sam shook his head. “No. Right now I’m fine.”
“Good.” Dean breathed out deeply trying to figure were this conversation was going. “On a scale from one to ten… With one being “I’m fine”… How bad were the pains?”
It took him a moment to consider his answer. “When my water broke it was a four… and the other one maybe a three.”
Talking seemed to have the desired calming effect on Sam. “The pains seem to be far apart, right?”
“I… We should start timing them.” Sam was already tensing up again but the older Winchester kept him trapped between his arms and caressed his stomach in calming circular motion.
“It’s okay. This is still the beginning. As long as they’re that apart there’s still no need to time anything.”
“Okay.” The younger brother leaned back against the familiar warmth of his lover. “But they will start coming faster.”
“Yeah, but the books say that it can take a few hours until you’ll be… fully dilated. So you might prepare yourself for the long haul, Sammy.”
He huffed. “That’s not exactly good news.” No, labour didn’t sound so stimulating once you had had a taste of it.
Dean had read how labour could last almost a whole day when someone was giving birth for the first time and could only try to wrap his mind around the fact how someone could cope with being in pain for such a long stretch of time.
Obviously he and Sam had their own quite impressive share of dealing with pain. Being thrown around and beaten bloody kind of came with their job but they usually would patch each other up after a hunt gone bad and dull the pain with some pills, booze and sleep right after finishing off the monster of the week.
Out of the blued he remembered the day, almost a year ago, when he had walked in on his brother pretending to be pregnant and in labour. Then Sam had been completely turned on by the pain he had been inflicting on himself by roughly poking his belly but after having seen the frightened expression on his brother’s face he wasn’t so sure anymore about how well he would cope with the kind of pain awaiting him.
“Your body needs to adjust before the baby can get out and that takes some time, Sammy.” He craned his neck to see the pensive expression on his lover’s face. “What are you thinking about?”
Another small flinch went through the younger Winchester’s body. “Maybe we could… I don’t know… speed it all up a little.” He turned his head around searching for eye contact.
A raised eye brow was all the reaction he got before explaining further. “This whole first stage is about the birth canal dilating enough to fit the baby’s head through, right?”
“Yeah, but what are you getting at?” The older hunter was clearly confused.
“You could help loosening me up down there.”
The eye brows shot up again. “You know that the whole discussion about sex started this, right?”
“Dean, I’m not talking about sex now. Think about it! When we used to try more… creative things… we bought a lot of stuff that could be useful now.”
“Sammy, you know how much I love you and that I would do anything for you but I’m not using any sex toys on you.” Had he misunderstood his brother or had Sam totally lost his mind now?
“God, this is embarrassing!” Sam was getting annoyed again. Under normal circumstances he wasn’t shy when it came to sex but at this moment lying naked, heavily pregnant and about to give birth on their bed he didn’t feel like reminiscing about any of their sexual adventures. “Do you remember that time when we tried out the inflatable dildo out?”
“No, Sammy! No way am I doing that to you while you’re in labour!”
“I was so stretched so wide that your whole fist fit inside of me without problems.” Sam was suddenly up for a debate.
Dean didn’t know how to counter. Just thinking back to the event in question could probably get him hard in seconds and that was more than inappropriate.
Sam flinched again but tried to turn around in his embrace. “It made me feel real good.”
In a very twisted and sick way his baby brother seemed to have a point. If he would help to stretch his lover’s hole enough they might speed the labour process up and spare Sammy a lot of discomfort.
“It might also help me relax.”
Right, he had read that some people even had sex during labour… Dean still wasn’t totally convinced but Sam’s pleading puppy eyes did him in.
“Under one condition.”
Sam’s eyes lit up. “What?”
“You have to tell me exactly what you’re feeling and if it feels bad we stop right there and there won’t be another discussion.”
He held his older brother’s stern gaze. “Ok, I’ll tell you if something feels off and we stop.”
Dean closed his eyes and tiredly rubbed a hand over his face. “Alright… You stay put and I’ll get the stuff.” He gently slid out behind Sam and helped him to settle back against the headboard before opening the closet where they kept their supplies and toys.
Part 2